2 comments/ 13475 views/ 3 favorites A Peek at the Comics Ch. 01 By: Irish Moss Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me. Your opinions are welcome but your attacks are not. * I was home for the summer after completing my freshman year in college and wasn't expecting this break to be any different or in any way special. My hometown was fairly small and pretty quiet so, to me, it was dull compared to life on a college campus. I didn't think there was any possible way to liven it up until I had a revelation one night when I was walking home after watching some kids in the neighborhood who had a garage band called Goat Cheese Pizza. Even though it was already dark, I saw Miss Plainwell, who was a teacher at the elementary school, out running. If I'd known she was coming, I would have ducked into a shadow to ogle her trim physique in the tight running clothes she wore, but she caught me by surprise, even with her greyhound, Mario, accompanying her. Because she came up from behind me, though, I did have the opportunity to check out her ass clad in spandex as she passed under a streetlight. Following their progress down the street, I realized why she was in that neighborhood as she turned up a driveway another block up, which I could only tell by the reflective material on her running gear. Still thinking about her ass as I plodded along, I figured that she'd probably be jumping into the shower after her run and was envisioning her stripping off her running clothes as I arrived at the driveway I'd seen her turn down. I paused for a moment, looking at the ranch-style house while realizing that I was probably well-hidden in the dark with no streetlights nearby, then started down the driveway. The backyard was dark, which made me think that Mario was probably inside with her, so I looked for a window with a light on and headed toward it. I lucked out not only in that her window was at about eye level but also because it was open about six inches, so the blinds weren't all the way down. Glancing in, I saw Miss Plainwell still dressed but for her running shoes, with a small towel around her neck and a water bottle in her hand. I guessed that taking the time to ditch her shoes and grab the towel and water had delayed her enough so that I'd arrived at the perfect time. As she bent down to peel off her socks, I realized that I was right. She set the water down on her nightstand and wiped her face one more time before dropping the towel with her socks. I was already nearly erect when she reached for the bottom of her tank-top, which I realized was also a sports bra as she pulled it up to reveal nothing but her small, perky tits beneath it. My eyes were locked on her hard nipples and small areolas as she dropped her top but followed her hands as she started to push down the waistband of her spandex shorts. I didn't quite have a full frontal as she pushed her shorts and panties down together, but got a nice view of her trim, light brown bush, which had me fully rigid and prepared to stroke my cock. Before I whipped it out, though, she gathered up her clothes and headed into the adjoining bathroom, giving me a nice look at her tight, muscular ass. I heard the shower come on and realized that I was probably going to miss out on seeing her toweling off if I couldn't see into the bathroom window, so I looked around and discovered that it was smaller and higher up than the bedroom window. Glancing around, I could see a couple of chairs on her patio, so I quickly grabbed one and set it beneath the bathroom window, making a mental note not only to return it, but also to make sure I hadn't left footprints on it. This window, also, was open a few inches as were the blinds, so I could see basically the entire bathroom. I waited patiently as Miss Plainwell showered, my erection diminishing but not going away entirely. When the shower finally turned off, I watched intently as the curtain was drawn aside and there Miss Plainwell stood once again, fully naked before my appreciative eyes. My cock grew hard again as she ran a towel over her entire body, spreading her legs to towel between them and brushing the towel over her hard nipples. I was already stroking my cock by the time she wrapped the towel around her head and stepped out of the tub onto the bath mat. There was a full-length mirror near the door, which she checked herself out in from the front and rear, giving me nice views of both sides. I was very close to blowing a load on the side of her house when she pumped a bunch of lotion into her hands and started to slather it over her naked body. As she caressed her tits and ass while rubbing the lotion in, I was done for and started to shoot my load. Even after I was spent, I continued to watch her, my softening dick in my hand, as she finished with the lotion, dried her short, light brown hair and headed back into her bedroom. I followed her back to the other window and, although I'd have loved it if she'd pulled out a vibrator, my head might have actually exploded if she did. That's not to say that I never ended up learning where she kept her toy hidden and how she liked to use it on subsequent nocturnal visits. Once she'd pulled a long t-shirt and a pair of panties on, grabbed her water bottle and left the room, I figured it was in my best interest to eliminate any evidence of my presence and make myself scarce before she sent Mario outside. By the time I was home, locked alone in my bedroom and replaying what I'd seen over and over, my cock was rigid again, so I stroked off once more. As I lay in bed that night, thinking again about Miss Plainwell and wondering about the potential for catching another viewing, it occurred to me that women all over town would be undressing at some point every single night. I started to contemplate not only about seeing Miss Plainwell again, but about the possibility of seeing a few more naked females through their respective windows. I didn't manage to formulate much of a plan before falling asleep, but the next morning I started to think about who I wanted to see and where they lived. I spent part of the day doing some reconnaissance on my bike under the guise of just cruising around town. I figured it'd be safer and easier and probably less conspicuous on my bike than it would be driving around. I stopped and said hello to Mrs. Gumbo, who was out working in her garden, and clearly was not wearing a bra under her tank-top. It took everything in me not to stare at her cleavage but, having seen her previously in her swimsuit while playing with her son, Pasquale, she was definitely on my list. Mrs. Forth was another MILF who'd made my list, mainly because she was kind of cute and had a nice rack. It was a chance encounter as I passed through the swimming pool parking lot, however, that determined the top candidate on my peeping wish list. A Peek at the Comics Ch. 02 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me. Your opinions are welcome but your attacks are not. Note: If you haven't already, read the previous chapter of this story. * I had been debating paying a visit to the community pool in hopes of being inspired by a few hot moms in swimsuits but was afraid it would be overrun with little kids. I was crossing the parking lot on my bike while trying to get a sense from there whether it would be worth my while to go ahead in when I saw Alexander Bumstead heading inside where he was apparently working for the summer as a lifeguard. I had to smack my forehead for not thinking about his mom sooner. Even I knew that Mrs. Bumstead's proportions were ridiculous. She had an amazing set of tits and a tiny waist, which probably made every other woman in town jealous, except maybe for Mrs. Woodley, who was her best friend, neighbor and business partner. She went by the nickname Tootsie and, though her tits weren't quite as big as Mrs. Bumstead's, who everyone called Blondie, she also had a similarly tiny waist. I started out thinking I wanted to get a look at Blondie, but realized that I wouldn't mind seeing either one of them. I knew that they both lived in an older section of town that had alleys running down the middle of the block so that the residents' garages were behind their houses and they had no driveways. The alley made it easy for me to cruise behind their houses on my bike to see whether there was potential for peeking in any of the windows. I had actually stopped in the shadow of the Bumstead's garage to get the lay of the land for both the Bumstead's and the Woodley's houses. I thought I was cold busted when Tootsie walked out of her back door, but she never even glanced in my direction. My eyes were locked on her, however, because she was wearing nothing but a skimpy bikini. Before she made it to Blondie's back door, Blondie had stepped outside as well, wearing an equally skimpy bikini. My cock was rock hard, but I didn't dare whip it out standing right there, so I just watched as they got out their lawn chairs and set them in the middle of the yard. I thought seeing them bending over, showing off their cleavage as they lay their towels on the lawn chairs, was the ultimate until they started rubbing sunscreen on each other. They didn't even bother putting any lotion on their own bodies; each of them just let the other slather her entire body. As such, there was very little of the other's body that each didn't have her hands on. I was completely worked up and couldn't help but wonder if they were feeling a little something, too. I had no idea how much time passed as I stood there watching them lying in the sun. I stared at their asses when they were on their stomachs and hoped that they'd rise up enough that I'd see more of their tits since their tops were undone. My eyes ran up their long legs to their bikini bottoms and over their taut stomachs to their tits when they were on their backs. I could have stood there all day long but, as it was, apparently quite a bit of time passed without me even realizing it. They got up at one point after deciding to go inside for some lunch and I debated leaving or sticking around to see if they came back out. When I heard one of them laughing from inside the house, I decided on another course of action. Leaving my bike where it was, I headed a few houses down the alley, cut across a backyard to the back of the house, then moved along the backs of the houses until I was between the Bumstead's and the Woodley's. The houses were pretty close together since there was no driveway, so it was well shaded as I slipped over to the kitchen window. I saw the two of them in the sunny kitchen and was surprised to see Tootsie deep-throating a peeled banana. My cock was instantly rigid again. "I don't know," Blondie was saying, "I think it's pretty close. I don't think I took that thing in any deeper than you did." Tootsie eased the banana out of her mouth, then slipped it into the front of her bikini bottom so it looked like she had a big cock tucked in there. "Hey, baby," she said in a mock-male voice, "I'm gonna fuck you good with my cock." She was rubbing the bulge in her bikini bottom as she strutted around the kitchen and Blondie laughed. "Why don't you sit down and let me suck you off first, mister," Blondie said as she pulled a chair out from the table. Tootsie sat down and Blondie knelt in front of her, massaging and licking the bulge in Tootsie's bikini bottom before undoing the strings holding the sides together. She pulled the front of the bikini down to expose the banana then, as Tootsie spread her legs, she picked the banana up, revealing a black landing strip of pubic hair above Tootsie's pussy. She slipped the banana partway into Tootsie's pussy as Tootsie closed her eyes and moaned, then started to slide her lips up and down the still exposed section. I'm surprised I didn't cum in my shorts as I watched Blondie blowing Tootsie, especially when Tootsie pulled her bikini top down and started to caress her own tits. It was after only a few minutes that Blondie slipped the banana out, set it aside and started to lick Tootsie's pussy. Tootsie immediately grabbed Blondie's head and started moaning as her arms squeezed her big tits together. One of Blondie's hands was resting on Tootsie's smooth, flat stomach but the other was pumping a couple of fingers in and out of Tootsie's pussy. Tootsie's hands eventually gravitated back up to her tits as she started to rhythmically rock her hips toward Blondie's face. I was confident that Blondie would be getting naked, too, so I was trying to resist stroking my cock until I'd seen that. Tootsie's moaning got louder and longer until she let out a passionate cry and seemed to convulse mildly in her chair. When she let out a long sigh and stroked Blondie's hair, Blondie raised her head and slipped her fingers from Tootsie's pussy into her own mouth. "Get naked," Tootsie requested as she caught her breath. Blondie stood and unfastened her bikini top while my eyes went wide as her tits were revealed. They were fucking monumental and I started to extract my cock as soon as I saw them. As I goggled at her tits, she was untying the sides of her bikini bottom and it soon fell away to reveal a trim, golden bush. I was stroking in earnest as soon as I got my first glimpse of her naked while she leaned down to make out with Tootsie briefly before sitting up on the edge of the table. Tootsie turned her chair around and immediately buried her face between Blondie's legs. Blondie let out a gasp of pleasure and threw her head back while thrusting her tits forward. I was on the verge of cumming very quickly. I continued to stare, completely entranced, even though I could basically only see Blondie's tits at this point. Tootsie was licking and fingering Blondie's pussy, but I couldn't see more than the movement of her head and hand. I could see Tootsie's tits from the side, which was still a nice view, but her pussy was not visible and her ass was blocked by the back of her chair. The fact that I was watching a couple of women going at it would have been enough to keep me fully aroused, but seeing some tits was definitely a bonus and having seen more than that even more so. It was no surprise that I was spurting into the bushes below me before Blondie came, but she wasn't so far behind me. By the time I was done and tucking my spent cock away, she was crying out with pleasure as Tootsie continued to devour her pussy. I stuck around and watched them pull their bikinis back on before realizing that I still needed to retrieve my bike, so I slipped out toward the front of their houses and worked my way around the block to walk down the alley. They were back on their lawn chairs working on their tans again but I had seen more in the kitchen than I'd see out there, so I quietly grabbed my bike and pedaled home. A Peek at the Comics Ch. 03 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me. Your opinions are welcome but your attacks are not. Note: If you haven't already, read the previous chapters of this story. * So within the first twenty-four hours of discovering the thrills of voyeurism, I'd already managed to score twice. I was starting to wonder if it was really just that easy to see hot naked women in the privacy of their own homes. Unfortunately, over the next few days I learned that it had a lot to do with timing. I cruised through the Bumstead's and Woodley's neighborhood a couple of times after dark, hoping to see something through their windows, but came up empty. I checked Miss Plainwell's house on a few different occasions, but it took a while before I managed to see her a second time. In the meantime, I also started checking on other women in town with varying degrees of success. I eventually focused my attention on a few specific women once I figured out that there was somewhat of a routine for each of them but never stopped trying to catch Miss Plainwell, Mrs. Gumbo, Mrs. Forth or Blondie or Tootsie naked or thinking of additional women to peep at. I never managed to catch a repeat performance by Blondie and Tootsie after dark, which was very disappointing because it would have been less risky than continually showing up during the day. For a while, I also only managed to see Mrs. Gumbo in her swimsuit and Mrs. Forth in her bra. It seemed that my timing was always off for those two MILFs and neither seemed to have a regular schedule. I think it was pure luck that I managed to see what I finally did of the two of them as well as the bonus activity I witnessed through Miss Plainwell's window. Despite her lack of a fixed schedule, I did, mainly through perseverance, catch a few repeat performances through Miss Plainwell's window as the summer progressed. There was one night in particular that definitely stood out because it evolved from typical to extraordinary. As I did on occasion, I was randomly in her neighborhood hoping to catch her out running with Mario or even home in the shower already, which was the first place I always looked. On this particular night, I had been lurking in the dark on her street when I was pleased to see her heading toward her house. I gave her enough time to get inside then ducked through the shadows into her backyard and positioned myself outside her bedroom window. Even though she didn't have a schedule, she definitely had a routine. I watched intently as she entered the room with her small towel and water bottle, stripped off her socks, set her bottle down and dropped her towel. I was growing hard by the time she pulled off her top to reveal her pert tits and hard nipples and was rigid by the time she exposed her bush and turned to flash her muscular ass. I didn't whip my cock out yet, though, preferring to wait for the application of lotion that apparently happened immediately after every shower. While she stepped into the shower, I retrieved a patio chair so that I could see into her bathroom window, then patiently waited for her to finish. I was watching attentively again when the shower curtain was pulled back and my cock was rising again as she dried of her lithe body. I thought she actually lingered a little bit longer as she dried her pussy and her tits, but figured it was just wishful thinking on my part. I had my cock out and was slowly stroking it as she gave herself the once over in her mirror, then picked up my pace as she went for the lotion. This time, when I noticed that she was massaging a bit more lotion into her tits than I'd seen her use previously, I stopped stroking until I confirmed what was going on. She put lotion on the rest of her athletic body the same as always, but seemed to come back to her tits more frequently, then started to gently tug her nipples. When the lotion was completely rubbed in and she dropped her hands between her legs, I knew I was in for a treat. She gently caressed her pussy while my unattended cock throbbed and twitched. I didn't figure she was going to take care of her needs standing there in the bathroom, so I just remained patient and it paid off. Miss Plainwell quickly toweled her hair dry and brushed it, then headed for her bedroom with me following. My cock was still completely rigid as I watched her bend over beside her bed to retrieve something from the bottom drawer of her nightstand, her toned ass pointing right at me and her trim bush peeking out below it. It took a moment to extract what she was digging for as it was apparently buried pretty deeply but that just gave me more time to stare at her ass. When she straightened up, she was holding whatever she'd retrieved in front of her, blocking it from my view, but I heard it briefly make a buzzing noise. She turned and crawled onto her bed, propped up her pillows so that she could sit up against her headboard, then did exactly that with her knees bent and her legs spread. I was looking through the window, directly down the valley between her thin thighs at her trim, light brown bush. When the buzzing started again, I looked up at the colorful cylinder that Miss Plainwell was touching to her nipples and realized it was a vibrator. While she lightly caressed her hard nipples with it, her other hand slipped down between her thighs and she started to make circular motions with her fingertips. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back while her mouth was hanging open and I could hear her making some soft gasping noises. She ended up moving the finger rubbing her pussy down to slip into her pussy while the vibrator took the place of where her fingertips had been. At this point, she got much louder and I was furiously stroking my cock as I watched her working herself over. Her hips were going like crazy, her abs tightening and relaxing, as she started to slide down the pile of pillows. As I was exploding onto the side of her house once again, she let out a cry and her entire body seemed to shake. By the time I was milking the last drops of cum from my softening tool, she was continuing to experience minor convulsions until she finally went still, lying on her back. She let her hands and the vibrator drop to her sides and just lay there, her chest heaving. I was still devouring her fit, naked body with my eyes, relishing the additional opportunity to see it. She eventually got up, put her toy away while giving me another nice view of her ass, then pulled on her t-shirt and panties and left the room with her water bottle. I tucked away my tool and eliminated any evidence of my presence before heading home, thinking that what I'd seen was equally as hot as watching Blondie and Tootsie had been. I lucked into a few more opportunities to see Miss Plainwell and her toy on rare occasions after that night but, unfortunately, not every hot performance I witnessed was repeated. However, when I did finally have opportunities to see Mrs. Gumbo and Mrs. Forth naked, both were beyond memorable even though they were one time occurrences. A Peek at the Comics Ch. 04 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me. Your opinions are welcome but your attacks are not. Note: If you haven't already, read the previous chapters of this story. * The problems I was having in catching Mrs. Gumbo and Mrs. Forth naked were twofold; they both lived in two-story houses, which made access a bit more difficult, and neither seemed to have a schedule. The Gumbo's bedroom also didn't have a porch roof or anything else to make it accessible, though the roof over their back porch allowed viewing into their bathroom. I figured this was going to be my best shot at seeing Mrs. Gumbo, but she'd either have to be taking a bath or shower after dark because I couldn't imagine another reason for her to be fully naked in there. I was at the point, though, where I'd be happy just to see her bra. It was mostly luck that I happened to be on their street one day and overheard Mrs. Gumbo telling their neighbor that her husband, Jimbo, was going to be taking their son, Pasquale, out for a "boys only" night. I was really on their street trying to get a look at her, maybe in her swimsuit, but it was luck that I was there at the right time to overhear that conversation and the response to the neighbor's question about what Mrs. Gumbo planned to do with her free night. "I'm thinking long, hot bath with a glass of wine and a good book," she replied. I nearly crashed my bike. As darkness fell, I was ready to climb up onto the Gumbo's back porch roof, though I had cruised the neighborhood a few times around dusk hoping that I wasn't missing anything. Mrs. Gumbo had been gardening, as usual, and it was nearly dark before she finally went inside. As soon as I felt it was safe, I climbed up onto the roof, thinking that, between all of the bike riding and roof climbing, I was going to end the summer in pretty good shape. I was only at the window for a couple of minutes when she turned on the light and entered the bathroom, still dressed. I immediately assumed that I'd get to see her undressing, which was premature because once she started the tub filling up, she left the room again, although she did leave the light on. I knew that she would have to get naked to take a bath, so it wasn't going to bother me if she got undressed in the other room. I'd love to have watched her peeling off her bra and panties but, in the end, naked is naked. A few more minutes passed before she came back into the bathroom, wearing a robe and carrying a book and a glass of wine. She set both items on the floor beside the tub, unfortunately aiming her ass in the opposite direction from the window, then turned the water off and walked toward the door while apparently untying the belt holding the robe closed. I was nearly hard already as the robe slipped off her shoulders but when it swung away to reveal her ass as she hung it up, I nearly whimpered. She had a perfect, heart-shaped ass below a narrow waist and at the top of two long, lean legs. I was staring at it so hard, I'm surprised she couldn't feel it. When she turned around, though, I'm lucky I didn't fall of the roof. Her tits were average size with hard nipples and darker pink areolas and her dark brown bush was trimmed into a narrow strip between her legs. I was rock hard as she walked directly toward me before turning and stepping into the tub, slowly easing herself in. By the time she was submerged, her tits and her knees still visible above the bubbles, I was stroking my throbbing tool. I knew I'd see her fully naked again when she got out and dried off, but I couldn't wait that long; I'd been thinking about this moment for way too long. As I kept my eyes riveted to her tits and hard nipples while replaying the revelation of her ass and the full frontal view, I jerked off until I spewed onto the shingles. Once she opened her book and started reading, there wasn't much to see because her tits were blocked from view, so I sat with my back against the siding and enjoyed the night while listening for telltale signs of her finishing up. I guess the water eventually got too cool so I heard her drop her book back to the floor and resumed my place at the window as she was reaching for the drain lever. There wasn't much left of the suds anymore so, when she stood up, everything was visible to me once again as she reached for a towel. My cock valiantly tried to revive as I stared at her tits and pussy again, but its efforts were in vain. I still thoroughly enjoyed watching her toweling off and seeing her naked body again until she threw the towel back onto the towel rod and pulled her robe back on. Once she grabbed her book and empty wineglass, I figured the show was over and, when she shut the light off, I climbed down off the roof. I was assuming that she'd head off to bed once she'd finished her bath, but the kitchen light came on before I'd left the backyard, so I lingered to see what she would do. When the kitchen light went off, I looked around until I saw light from the living room window. From the shadows on the side of the house, I glanced through the window and saw that the front blinds were closed but that she'd turned on a lamp, then sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. I don't know that I would have stayed and continued to watch if she hadn't put her feet up on the coffee table, causing the hem of her robe to slide down and reveal most of her legs. I couldn't tell what she was watching, but was surprised when, after a few minutes, and just when I was considering leaving, she opened her robe and started to fondle her tits. I was riveted to the window as her hands lightly caressed the underside of her tits, pulled her hard nipples and squeezed both breasts while her legs spread apart, her feet still on the coffee table. Unlike Miss Plainwell, Mrs. Gumbo dropped both hands to her pussy at the same time, slipping two fingers in and pumping them while two fingers on her other hand massaged her clit. I wanted so badly to jerk off again, but my cock was still recovering from the last time, despite this being one of the hottest things I'd ever seen. It didn't take very long before she was pushing her ass up off of the couch as she finger-fucked herself. I had my cock out and was trying, with limited success, to revive it beyond half-mast but Mrs. Gumbo came before I got completely rigid. I heard her let out a cry and her body started to shake but she still kept working her fingers. Only after she went limp on the couch again did she slip her fingers from her pussy and stick them into her mouth. I was continuing to stroke my growing cock, figuring better late than never and still able to see her naked body, when I realized that a car had slowed down in front of the house. She must have noticed, too, because, as it pulled into the driveway, she was pulling her robe back together and making herself more presentable. I had nowhere else to be, so I waited, being on the opposite side of the house from the driveway, and a few minutes later, Jimbo came in carrying a sacked-out Pasquale. "How was your night?" she asked. "It was fun. He just passed out on the drive home," Jimbo replied, "What have you got on under that?" "Come and find out," she said, playfully. "Let me put Pasquale down first," he responded, "I'll be right back." He headed upstairs and was back in just a couple of minutes, going right over to the couch where Mrs. Gumbo had reclined against the far end. She had one leg against the back of the couch and one hanging over the edge, so Jimbo kneeled between them and started working on the belt that held her robe shut. Once he had it undone and opened the robe to reveal that she was naked, he said something like "ooh, mama" and leaned down to kiss her. His kisses soon moved down from her lips to her neck and on down to her tits, where he licked and sucked her hard nipples. She was writhing and running her fingers through his hair as he continued to move south until he was kissing around her trim, brown bush. After teasing her a bit, he started to lick her pussy, first all the way up her slit, then focusing on her clit. He slipped a couple of his fingers into her as he lapped at it. Mrs. Gumbo very quickly was rocking her hips toward his face while throwing her head back and moaning. Her nipples looked hard enough to cut glass and her tits were bouncing slightly with her movements. I was slowly starting to stroke my cock again, but didn't want to rush so I could follow where this was going. It didn't take very long before she was shaking as she apparently came again while I wondered whether this was because she'd just cum a few minutes earlier. When she'd finished, she grabbed Jimbo's head and turned it upward to look at her while she told him to fuck her. Jimbo stood up and started to strip off his clothes while Mrs. Gumbo watched and caressed her tits. When he dropped his pants and his cock sprung out, I felt a bit inadequate; he was definitely hung a lot better than I was. He started out just laying on top of his wife, slipping his cock into her and humping away as they made out but, after a few minutes, he got up again and had her roll over. With her knees under her and her ass up in the air, she rested her head on the arm of the couch while reaching under herself and between her legs with both hands. Jimbo slid his tool back into her until his hips were touching her ass, then grasped her hips and started to slide in and out of her. I was stroking along, imagining that I had the opportunity to fuck Mrs. Gumbo and wondering how hot and wet her pussy must feel. I could feel another orgasm beginning to build, but I didn't want to finish before they did so I did my best to pace myself. I was surprised not only that I was able to hold out, but also when Jimbo suddenly jumped up from behind Mrs. Gumbo, his thick cock shiny with her juices and standing out in front of him. This mustn't have surprised Mrs. Gumbo because almost as soon as her husband was on his feet again, she'd moved around to sit directly in front of him, taking his cock in her hand. She pumped it while tonguing his balls, then engulfed it in her mouth while still pumping the base. Jimbo ran his fingers through his wife's hair while pushing his hips toward her face as she sucked his cock. She'd shed her robe as she'd rolled over to take him doggie-style and was still naked, so I was getting a good view of her naked body, too, as her mouth slid up and down his tool. I gave up trying to pace myself and was fisting my cock while fondling my balls, feeling incredible levels of pleasure continuing to build. I beat Jimbo by a few minutes when I started to spew onto the side of their house while biting back a moan of pleasure. As my spent cock was softening in my fist, Jimbo was throwing his head back and forcing his cock more quickly into his wife's mouth. She had moved her hands to his ass and was pulling him in as deeply as she could manage even as he let out a moan and was obviously spewing into her mouth. She continued to suck his cock until he finally stepped back, slipping is own softening tool from her mouth. When he suggested that they go to bed, she grabbed her robe and turned off the TV then followed him from the room as he shut off the lamp. I tucked myself away and headed for home, still feeling incredulous over what I'd just witnessed. A Peek at the Comics Ch. 05 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me. Your opinions are welcome but your attacks are not. Note: If you haven't already, read the previous chapters of this story. * When I finally got to see Mrs. Forth naked, it was more due to perseverance than luck, as it had been with Mrs. Gumbo. There was undeniably a huge luck aspect also involved, however, that accounted for the circumstances under which I finally saw her naked. It was a Saturday night and I was making a typical sweep of certain houses after darkness had fallen to see what I could see. On this particular night, I noticed the basement light on at the Forth household and slipped over to take a peek through the window. I could see a couch in front of an entertainment center that had a TV, a Blu-ray player and a game system. There were also a few pieces of exercise equipment and a desk with a computer. No one was down there when I first looked in, but before I moved from the window, I saw legs coming down the basement stairs. A second pair of legs followed the first and they were soon revealed to belong to the Forth's teenage daughter, Hillary and her best friend, Faye. Hillary was wearing a nightgown and Faye was wearing pajamas, so I assumed that tonight was a sleepover. While they settled in to watch TV with snacks and drinks, I started to think that, if they were in the basement, and Mr. and Mrs. Forth's bedroom was on the second floor, there might be more to see up there with so much distance between them. I decided to go ahead and check on Hillary's parents on the second floor. I took a quick walk around the house to confirm that Mr. and Mrs. Forth were not on the first floor before scrambling up onto the porch roof. I could see a faint light and the flicker of a TV coming from their bedroom window so I moved in closer. There was a small lamp on next to Mrs. Forth who was reading a book while Mr. Forth sat beside her watching the TV. The blood started to return to my cock as I looked at what Mrs. Forth was wearing. She was sitting on top of the covers wearing a short nightgown with thin shoulder straps that barely held the material up over her boobs. I knew I'd be staying put until she moved because I was sure I'd get a nice look at her cleavage, her ass or perhaps right up under the short nightgown. I was so distracted by how hot she looked that it took a few minutes before I realized that Mr. Forth was watching a porn movie. When I finally glanced over at the TV screen and saw the nudity and cocksucking and fucking, my cock was rising even faster. My preference was to jerk off over Mrs. Forth but I wasn't going to be picky if my choice was between her fully dressed and the action I was seeing on the TV. It wasn't until she reached over and grasped it that I became aware that Mr. Forth was pitching a tent in his pajama bottoms. Without even looking up from her book, Mrs. Forth extracted it from the fly and started to stroke it. I don't know if she wanted to finish a chapter or what, but she eventually let go of his cock to place her bookmark, then set her book aside. I was watching her rather than the TV as she moved to kneel beside him, facing me, and slid his pajama bottoms off, her swaying cleavage capturing my attention more than his exposed cock. He continued to watch his movie as she took his cock in her hand again and lowered her head to take it into her mouth. I was rock hard by this time but resolved not to whip my cock out until I saw her naked, because I felt confident that this wasn't going to be just a blowjob. I had an outstanding view of her mouth sliding up and down his tool while she held the base in one hand and caressed his balls with the other. I don't think I blinked the entire time she sucked his cock until she finally raised her head and straightened up on her knees. She let go off his cock and balls and reached for the hem of her nightgown, pulling it up and exposing her black bush and large tits. By the time she'd cast it behind her and was moving to straddle her husband, I had my cock out. I was incredulous once again as I was finally seeing her naked and watching as she guided her husband's tool to her pussy and sat down on it facing the TV. As she started to bounce up and down, so did her tits and I was nearly hypnotized as I pumped my cock in my fist. She started out with her hands on her thighs but was soon fondling her tits, caressing the soft flesh and gently tugging on her hard nipples. The light could have been more consistent, but I was still getting an incredible view of Mrs. Forth naked and seeing her fucking her husband was a definite bonus. Her dark bush was hidden when she dropped a hand down to stimulate her clit as she was starting to ride him harder and faster. I was on the verge of cumming again when she seemed to go into slow motion and her body trembled. Still sitting on his cock after she'd stopped moving, she let out a long breath then climbed off of him. As she bent over again, holding his cock as she lowered her mouth over it, I was shooting my wad onto their shingles while trying to refrain from moaning. I was still holding my softening cock while my gaze alternated from her lips sliding up and down his cock to her dangling tit and back. As much as it wanted to, there wasn't enough time to recover after blowing my load before Mr. Forth was obviously blowing his into his lovely wife's mouth. When she finally raised her head, his shrinking cock flopped against his upper thigh and Mrs. Forth turned her back on me to retrieve her nightgown. I almost moaned again as her bare ass pointed directly at me and I wondered what it would feel like to kneel behind her, fucking her for those three seconds before I couldn't help but cum. Once she'd pulled her nightgown back on and turned out her reading lamp, leaving Mr. Forth bottomless and still watching his porn, I tucked myself away. I figured that, if Mr. Forth was still watching porn, there might be more to see until it was obvious that Mrs. Forth was going to sleep. If Mr. Forth wanted some more, it would be from his hand and I didn't want to see that, so I climbed back down off the roof and headed home. A Peek at the Comics Ch. 06 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me. Your opinions are welcome but your attacks are not. Note: If you haven't already, read the previous chapters of this story. * I stopped over at Montoni's for a slice of pizza one night with plans to survey the crowd for other potential women to peek at and when I saw Mr. Moore, who'd been one of my teachers in high school, I remembered that he helped out with managing Montoni's during summer break. I was taken by surprise when Mrs. Williams, who'd worked in the school office, came in to see him then kissed him goodbye and said she'd pick him up later. I got to thinking about the potential for seeing something between the two of them as I sat there or even just catching a Mrs. Williams naked, since she was not hard on the eyes for an older woman. She was also one of the few black women in town and the thought of seeing some darker skin was pretty enticing. I didn't think I'd have the time to figure out where the two of them lived that night before closing, so I decided to come back later in my car and try following them. If that didn't work out, I'd just figure out the next day where they both lived and add their houses to my growing list of potential peeping sites. Since it would be a few hours before Montoni's closed, I visited a few other windows with limited success. As closing time drew nearer, I found a spot where I could see Mrs. Williams' arrival and be ready for a discreet tailing. I watched as a car parked at the back of the building in the spot reserved for the tenant in the apartment above the pizzeria but wasn't surprised when Mrs. Williams emerged from the shadows, as I'd seen a "For Rent" sign in the upstairs apartment window. I decided to stay where I was until they emerged and, if the car didn't go anywhere once they were in it, I'd sneak up closer; otherwise, I'd maintain the plan to try to follow them. I was surprised a short while later, after the rest of the employees were gone, when Mr. Moore and Mrs. Williams rounded the corner of the building and, rather than heading for her car, started up the stairs to the apartment. I was pretty sure that the only way to see into the apartment would be through the window next to the door at the top of the stairs, so I'd have to follow them if was going to attempt to see anything. Fortunately, the outside light over the door was not on. I didn't know what part of the apartment that window would look into or what the chances were that I'd actually be able to see anything, but I figured that, with the apartment vacant, the lack of furniture might keep them from wandering too far from the door. As soon as the door was closed behind them, I slipped stealthily over and up the stairs, then peeked into the window. I was looking into the kitchen, where Mr. Moore and Mrs. Williams stood, making out while his hands were kneading her ass through her short skirt. I didn't have to wonder very long if they might move further into the empty apartment when Mrs. Williams pulled her mouth away from Mr. Moore's, said something I couldn't hear, then dropped to her knees. I felt the blood begin flowing to my cock as she unfastened his belt then opened his jeans. She worked them down a little bit, then fished out his rigid tool and pumped it in her fist before engulfing it between her thick lips. Mr. Moore's hands went immediately to her hair as he threw his own head back and closed his eyes. With one hand, Mrs. Williams was pumping Mr. Moore's cock while she slid her lips up and down it and, with the other, she was caressing his balls. I did not pull out my cock despite how hard it was because I was going to wait until I saw some of Mrs. Williams' chocolaty skin. I chanced a quick glance down at her ass and became even more anxious to see what was under her short skirt. Fortunately, she didn't spend too much time sliding her thick lips up and down Mr. Moore's tool before standing up and turning her back on us. She bent over while raising her skirt, just as I'd hoped, then started sliding her panties down, revealing her round, black ass to us. Mr. Moore stepped up behind her and guided his pink tool between her lips, then grasped her by the hips and pulled her back until he was completely embedded and his hips were pressed against her ass. As she reached one hand back between her legs while bracing herself against the kitchen counter with the other, Mr. Moore started to slowly fuck her. Once he had a good rhythm going, he moved his hands up to squeeze her big tits through her blouse while continuing to pump his cock in and out of her. I still had not extracted my cock because I wanted to see her tits and, hopefully, her pussy while I was stroking off, though I was not expecting to see her naked. In the meantime, I was watching her ass jiggle each time Mr. Moore's hips tapped against it. I noticed that her panties were still around her ankles and, combined with her skirt around her waist, I found this surprisingly erotic. I also realized that I could hear her moaning coming through the window and it sounded like it was getting louder around the same time it appeared that she was pushing back against his incoming thrusts. I hoped that Mr. Moore wasn't close to being done because I didn't want to end up dashing down the stairs without seeing more of Mrs. Williams' flesh and without having a chance to cum myself. As had been the case quite a bit since I started my new hobby, I completely lucked out. Mr. Moore continued to fuck Mrs. Williams as she appeared to be cumming but, when she'd finished, he pulled out and had her straighten up and turn around. They made out briefly as he lifted her onto the counter, leaving her panties on the floor, and, before he slipped into her again, she raised her skirt and spread her legs, giving me a quick look at her black bush. I debated whether to pull my cock out yet but, as Mr. Moore started fucking her again, he was also unbuttoning her blouse. I held off until he had her blouse completely open and, after fondling her tits through her bra, he unfastened it and raised it up above them. I had my cock out at about the same time as I got my first look at her succulent brown globes before Mr. Moore's hands were all over them. I was slowly stroking my rigid cock compared to Mr. Moore, who appeared to be fucking Mrs. Williams a lot harder and faster now. I wasn't seeing as much as I would have liked, but I was still completely aroused by what I had seen. I was getting close to cumming when Mr. Moore pulled out and Mrs. Williams hopped off the counter. I was happy to get another look at her pussy before her skirt covered it and even happier when she took her tits in her hands and squeezed them around Mr. Moore's cock. She had only slid them up and down a couple of times before I was shooting my load onto the wall below the window. At about the time I was finished and was tucking my cock away, Mr. Moore's cock erupted all over Mrs. Williams' tits. I couldn't skulk away while there was still ebony flesh to be seen, so I remained in place, ready to quietly descend the stairs as soon as they were headed toward the door. Mr. Moore stood there with his cock hanging out, catching his breath, as Mrs. Williams first scooped his cum into her mouth, then pulled her bra cups back down over her tits. As she stood and pulled her panties back on, I got one last look at her ass, then moved slowly down the stairs and headed for home before they even came out of the apartment. I was still going to try to figure out where they both lived, but I wasn't expecting that I'd see anything else if I followed them that night, so I decided not to bother. A Peek at the Comics Ch. 07 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me. Your opinions are welcome but your attacks are not. Note: If you haven't already, read the previous chapters of this story. * Despite always having my eyes wide open during the day, looking for somebody else to spy on, finding somebody new didn't always come as a result of seeing them. Even though I had a number of women who I could visit and try to catch naked or having sex, I was always interested in seeing someone new. You'd think with all of the women I'd already seen constantly on my mind I would require a visual stimulation to come up with somebody new. With Helen Kudlick, I happened to catch a bit of her radio call-in show and remembered that she wasn't bad looking and had a decent figure. I knew her husband was a big-shot lawyer, so I was concerned that I'd be looking at a McMansion with a security system, but I was relieved when I found that they lived in a ranch-style home. It was a large ranch-style home on a big-ass piece of property, but at least the windows were all close to ground level. I just had to hope, as I normally did, that there were no motion-detector lights and that they didn't tend to close their shades all the way. Naturally, I made my way out there the very day that I'd first thought of Mrs. Kudlick, but it was a few days of nothing before I finally had a worthwhile trip. I was able to figure out which window looked into the master suite and realized that her adult son lived above the detached garage but I didn't see anything more than the various family members fully dressed. I also wondered, as I got a good look at him, if her fat-ass husband could even fuck her without completely flattening her. Of course it didn't occur to me at the time that if he was too fat to satisfy his wife's needs, she might be satisfying them herself. I really was kind of one-tracked on seeing her naked, so I didn't spend much time thinking about anything more. I was trying to figure out if there was a routine that she followed, similar to what I'd observed through a few other windows, which might give me a better idea of what time I should be outside her window. When I showed up one night and the entire house seemed to be empty, I knew I'd just have to keep trying and was ready to head for another window at another house when I was almost caught by headlights coming into the driveway. I ducked under cover in the dark shadows and watched as Mrs. Kudlick parked in the garage, then carried armloads of bags from her car into the house. She'd obviously just spent a lot of time and money at the mall. I decided to stick around for a little bit, thinking that, with bags full of new clothes and no one else in the house, I might have a perfect opportunity to catch her undressing. I lingered outside her bedroom window for just a short time before she came in with all of her purchases and turned on the light. The blinds were open and she never bothered to close them; she just put her bags on the bed and started going through the closest one. She pulled out a blouse and held it up, then laid it on the bed and started to unbutton the blouse she was wearing. My cock was rising as she stood there in jeans and a bra unbuttoning the new blouse so she could try it on. Her tits looked pretty decent but it occurred to me that, if she had only purchased blouses, I might see nothing more than her bra. I couldn't imagine that all of the bags contained only blouses and, even if they were, I figured that, once she was done trying all of them on, she'd be likely to undress to put on a nightgown or pajamas. My luck had held out so far that summer, so there was no reason to start doubting it now. The first few things she tried on were indeed blouses but I remained positive while staring at her tits and also realizing that her ass clad in her jeans looked pretty nice, too. I wasn't surprised when a skirt was finally extracted from one of the bags and my cock, which had not quite achieved rigidity while staring at her bra, received another surge of blood. She unbuttoned her jeans and shimmied out of them, causing her tits to jiggle while revealing a surprisingly sexy pair of matching bikini panties. While I took in the view of her in just lingerie, she was stepping into the skirt and pulling it up. Once she had it zipped in the back, it hugged her ass, which looked awesome squeezed in there. She seemed to agree because she appeared pleased by what she was seeing in the mirror as she looked over her shoulder. There were more skirts and more blouses as well as some shorts, which all looked very nice on her but I preferred her standing around in just bra and panties in between trying things on. When she got down to what appeared to be the last bag, I was hoping for some full nudity soon after and was pleasantly surprised to realize it would be sooner than I'd hoped. She extracted a couple of bras and some very brief panties from the bag and reached back to unfasten her bra. I could feel my cock stiffening again as the bra went slack and she let it slide down her arms, revealing her sloping tits, large areolas and hard nipples. As I stared at her bare tits, she started to slide her panties down, her tits swinging as she leaned forward. Straightening up again, her trim, light brown bush was revealed and I was looking at her completely naked. I slowly opened my shorts and extracted my cock, not stroking it right away but planning to very soon. As she tried on one set of bra and panties, stripped them off and tried on another, I was rigid not only seeing her stripping repeatedly, but also upon realizing that the panties were thongs and they looked fantastic on her. By the time she'd stripped off the last new set of lingerie, I was slowly stroking my cock, figuring she'd be covering herself up again pretty quickly. I was pleasantly surprised once again when she turned to face herself in the mirror while still naked and gave herself the once over from the front, then again from the back. Fortunately, the way the mirror was set up, I had a full front and rear view regardless of which way she was facing. I wouldn't have claimed that her body was perfect, but it was pretty damn nice, especially given that she had a teenage daughter in addition to her adult son. If her fat-ass husband was not giving it to her regularly, he was an idiot. I was still stroking slowly, waiting to see what she was going to do next when she cupped her tits and caressed her nipples. I started stroking a bit faster as I watched her, excited by where this was going. She let one hand drop down to her pussy and, after a few strokes of her fingertips, it looked like her knees almost gave out on her. She had a big, sensuous smile on her face, though, and when she turned away from the mirror, I had a very strong suspicion that she wasn't done yet. She stepped over to a dresser, opened one of the drawers and reached through the clothing toward the back. What she pulled out made both of us grin like idiots: it was a vibrator not unlike the one I'd seen through Miss Plainwell's window. I wondered briefly if they'd purchased them at the same place. Mrs. Kudlick then moved to the bed where she just swept everything off onto the floor. She crawled onto it, her tits swinging and her ass up in the air, then flopped onto her back in the middle. I was still fortunate enough to have a good view as she lay on her back with her knees bent and her legs spread while she slipped the vibrator into her pussy and started to move it slowly in and out. Her free hand went to the top of her pussy and massaged her clit as she fucked herself with her toy. She was rocking her hips with her eyes closed and a smile on her face while I pumped my cock and felt my orgasm quickly rising. She paused and slipped the vibrator out of her pussy, so I slowed down briefly to assess what was going on. She twisted the base, apparently to turn it on, but I couldn't hear the buzzing because the window was closed. She arched her back and a passionate expression took over her face as she touched the vibrator to her clit. She just held it there for a few seconds before starting to rotate it around a bit while slipping a couple of fingers into her pussy. I was pumping my cock with renewed vigor while watching her writhing in pleasure, her tits shifting around on her chest. I soon started spewing into the mulch below her window and was completely spent by the time she started to tense up before an intense shudder passed through her. By the time I was tucking myself away, she was laying spread-eagle, her body still twitching occasionally. I continued to watch as she turned the vibrator off and lay there, chest heaving, as she caught her breath. I was still admiring her physique, wanting to remember every detail because I knew I'd be replaying this episode once I was home in bed. Eventually, she got up and tucked her vibrator back in the drawer before pulling on a nightgown and robe. When she started cleaning up the clothes and bags she'd swept off the bed, I watched her ass for a few more minutes before hitting the road.