I moved quickly once I heard his bedroom door close. I didn't want him to start without me and miss the show! The hole was covered on his side this time, probably hoping that I wouldn't notice that it had been there the whole time.

But I knew that whatever was blocking the hold could be moved; there was no way he would close it up permanently if he could help it.

I made sure my light was on, but dim- bright enough to see into my room, but dark enough that he would think he wouldn't be seen peeking. I admired my body in the tall mirror as I stripped down; I looked sexy, and in that moment, I felt it more than ever. My firm breasts hung delicately on my thin frame, and my pussy was smooth, with glimpses of delicious pink when I moved just right.

I'd never really liked my ass very much, but even I had to admit that that, too, looked sexy as hell. And I was very certain that Kyle would agree.

I positioned myself on the bed so that my pussy could be clearly seen from his 'hidden' vantage point. I spread my legs wide and felt my lips part.

I propped myself up on several thick pillows so that he could also enjoy my tits; I was nothing if not considerate. And let the show begin! I thought to myself wryly.

I could hear music playing softly through the wall, and moaned loud enough for him to hear. I hadn't yet touched myself, but this was to get his attention.

The music stopped; he had heard me.

I was already soaking wet, with my sweet pussy juices leaking from my smooth slit and a single bead of nectar tracing the curve of my ass. I ran my finger along my lips, then parted them slightly with two fingers before sliding a third inside.

There was movement in the closet, barely perceptible and subtle. But I knew then that Kyle was there watching. And I was very certain that he was going to be stroking that beautiful cock of his once again, and was determined to give him a show like he had never seen from me before.

It was easy enough to do; something about showing off for him was exciting, especially since he didn't know that I knew he was watching me.

With one hand, I began massaging my tits, teasing my nipples until they became erect.

I loved having my nipples played with during sex, and I allowed myself to give into the fantasy that Kyle was the one doing it instead of me. I started sliding one finger in and out of my pussy, then added another to make sure that my hole was spread even wider. I was surprised at my own body's reaction, and that I could already feel the warm stirrings of climax building deep inside my pussy.

Deep where my fingers couldn't reach, where I needed a cock to be truly satisfied. My moans were only slightly exaggerated to make sure he could hear them; the pleasure that they signaled was very real.

"Kyle..." I moaned, driving my fingers deeper into my pussy. "Oh, God, fuck me Kyle." My voice was tight and breathy, and I knew he could hear it.

I started to give into my impending orgasm, hoping against lustful hope that he would be doing the same thing at the same time. I closed my eyes, feeling the warmth start to spread from my pussy to my hips, then to my belly and slowly creep up towards my chest.

My moans became more frantic, and my fingers pushed deeper and deeper into my desperate hole. The fact that he was watching me approach the edge of climax made it so much better than ever before.

I began bucking my hips against my hand, drawing closer and closer to orgasm.

But then I opened my eyes. And there it was. Proud and thick, so engorged that it could barely fit through the hole, was Kyle's cock. I really didn't expect that, and I had no idea what to do in that moment. He was no longer quietly masturbating in his bedroom... he was offering me his dick.

And I wanted it.

More than anything.

I wanted it.

I was maddeningly close to orgasm, with lust and desire clouding out reason. I didn't even remember pulling my fingers out of my pussy and getting off of the bed. And I had no memory at all of walking towards the closet.

The next thing I knew, I was in the closet- very naked and very close to the throbbing cock that seemed mounted to the wall like some sort of trophy.

I dropped to my knees in front of it. I didn't even think about it, I just did it. My fingers still had my pussy juices on them, and they glistened onto Kyle's cock when I touched it.

I as completely lost in the moment, and wrapped my hand around his shaft. I could hear him moan when I began to slowly stroke it, just like I had seen him do what seemed like a lifetime ago. I thought about the warm cum brewing in his heavy balls, and wondered if there would be as much then as there was the night before.

I watched, fascinated, as I slid my hand from the base up to the tip, feeling each inch of his most sensitive flesh. I began to explore his body, lightly caressing the underside of his shaft and teasing the head, watching his body react to my touch. Perhaps it was the taboo nature of what I was doing, but I had never before been so fascinated with a cock.

A small amount of precum leaked from the tip; it was another thing that I didn't have to think about. I wanted to taste it, and I did. I ran my tongue over his engorged, pink head and tasted the sweet liquid in my mouth.

If the taste was divine, his moan was heavenly, and I swallowed him as deep as I could. I loved the feeling of Kyle's cock in my mouth; I loved the weight of it on my tongue and the smooth skin as it slid past my lips. I explored every inch of it as I pressed my head closer to the wall. I had long-since overcome my gag reflex, and I slowly took him deeper.

I could feel him gasp when the tip of his cock started to slide down my throat. A moment of panic, when I couldn't breathe, but I relaxed and started breathing through my nose, relaxing my throat to take him in deeper still. I pressed forward, enjoying the sensation of his thick member sliding further into my mouth, and was surprised when I felt my forehead press against the cool wall.

I had done it; I had taken him in completely.

But I wasn't done yet. There was still much to do with the wonderful, delicious dick that filled my mouth and pressed down my throat.

I pulled my head back, feeling his cock withdraw from my throat and catch my lips before I swallowed him again. I loved the feeling of having him in my mouth, and savored every inch and every moment of it. I bobbed my head faster and faster, running my tongue over the shaft as I fucked him with my mouth.

I could hear his groans of pleasure as he grew closer and closer to release, and I looked forward to the huge load that he was sure to feed me.

But then I remembered. I still needed to even the score. Not for long, of course- I still wanted him just as badly as he wanted me. But a moment of discomfort would be more than enough to make my point.

I couldn't exactly remember what my point was, by that point, but I was a firm believer in the importance of teasing. I continued sucking, moving my head back and forth faster and faster until I could feel his cock swell in my mouth.

I knew, from ample experience, that he was very close to orgasm, which was why I stopped. I pulled him out of my mouth, and left him sticking through the hole. My timing was perfect; he had been right on the edge. I could hear him groan through the wall, and his cock throbbed and twitched in desperation- merely touching it would have been enough to send him into ecstasy.

A single pearl of cum escaped, falling onto my leg and rolling down the inside of my thigh.

"Ally!" he groaned.

I could hear the raw need in his voice. He needed me; he wanted me. "Please," he panted. "I'm so fucking close. Just let me cum in your mouth, please," he begged. I liked hearing him beg.

I always enjoyed being in control.