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Watching

By: Biker15k



As I come out of the shower I see you laying on the bed, your soft smooth skin glowing under the lights of the candles. As I slide between you laying at the opposite end of the bed my head and back like yours propped up into a semi laying position. As the soft sounds of music play in the background I look into your soft sensual eyes as my hand slides up and caresses your foot, as your legs are laying on mine. as I massage it caressing it in my hands, see your hands sliding across your stomach your robe sliding open revealing your soft sweet breasts, as your hands slide over you and up to them your fingers sliding over your nipples, becoming harder and more erect as you do. 

As you look into my eyes I slide your foot over next to my cock, as my other hand slides down massaging it, feeling it grow from the sights of your sweet body. As your hands slide over your breasts, pinching your nipples lightly, Mmmm your soft moans tell me how much you like that. My hand strokes my cock slowly, your eyes watching my hand slide up and down it's now hard shaft. As I see your hands slide down and between your thighs then back up across your sweet lips, even from this far away I can see your lips, swollen and wet and they slide under your fingers. 

As you like your finger between them parting them my cock throbs with excitement as I see your finger disappear deep inside you, then you begin sliding it between those sweet lips, looking at me so soft, my hand still sliding the length of my cock as you slide other foot down and with your cute toes play and tease my balls. As this feels so good I take mine and slide it were my toes can brush across your lips just under were your finger is. Mmmmm I can feel your sweet juices running down across my toe, as I see you withdraw it, then slide yet another one in, now two. 

As I see your fingers sliding faster in and out of your sweet lips your hips rocking with the motion, my hand slides faster up and down my cock, the cum started to ooze out of it's throbbing head you can see how it glistens off my hand and shaft. As your hips rock faster and faster I see you look into my eyes and you cry out with an intense orgasm your fingers sliding so deep into you I can see the pleasure on your face. You part your swollen lips as your tremble in pleasure shooting hot cum all over your hand and my leg, mmm baby love when you squirt like that. 

As I look a you, my hands slide faster and faster on my cock as your toes still tease, my cock standing straight as I pump it so hard, my balls tense with the feeling of an explosion coming as you watch the cum shoot out of the head landing on my leg and your foot, wave after wave of it shooting up and you watch me, till there is no more. Looking into your eyes I crawl up and lean over you, kissing your sweet lips as I lay next to you, you on your side now, me pressed up against you, my arms wrapped around you.

Watching



I saw her standing there, like a statue of a Goddess. She was everything a woman could be. She was soft, glowing with a beauty and femininity that few women I had ever seen before had possessed. She was alive. When she smiled, the room lit up. All my troubles seemed nothing when she laughed. She made other women seem from a different planet, I felt desire and jealously at the same time.

She wasn’t wearing anything particularly stunning, just a long black dress, but it accentuated her body and magnified her beauty. Her hair was loose and tumbled down her back with freedom. She truly seemed a Goddess.

We were at a cocktail party and I only assumed she, like myself, was a friend of the host. I had never seen her before and did not have the courage to go up to her and make small talk. She rolled a glass in her hand, finished it and looked around. She excused herself from her little group and moved off.

I made similar excuses, downed my drink and followed her. I was then collared by an old friend and lost her. Once I parted company again I decided a trip to the bathroom would be a good idea. The party down stairs seemed a world away as I washed my hands in the beautiful marble sink, with its gold taps and white towels. Downstairs people who hardly knew each other made polite conversation, up stairs I walked through corridors with the occasional oil painting hanging off the walls.

I saw her again floating as she walked. And then as before she was gone. I began to follow what I thought was an apparition of beauty itself. She looked behind herself briefly as she disappeared into a room. My heart raced, did she see me? I don’t think so. I guessed these rooms were apartments or hotel type rooms. She hadn’t shut the door properly. 

I pushed it open and slipped in. I saw here again as a blank silhouette in the window. She sighed and rubbed her face with her hands, running her fingers through her hair as she pushed it back of her face. She stroked her own neck and ran her hands over her breasts, tummy and settled them on her hips. She felt good about her self. I began to tingle, I was mesmerized.

She reached out her hand and touched the window. She very slowly let her had and fingertips fall down the window pain. It must have been cold to the touch. She touched the nape of her neck and played with her necklace. She turned round and almost fell on to the bed with delight. She brought her knees up to her chest and rolled around on the bed like a child. She stretched out and as sat uplifting her dress up a little as she did. I just caught a glimpse of a lace top of a stocking or hold up. I was throbbing so much I nearly fell over.

I was crouching in a darkened corner of the room behind a sofa with full view of the bed and her. The light at the side of the bed was shining up the wall and coated her with a soft glow of energy. She could not see me toughing my lips and thinking of what it would be like to kiss her. She could not see me.

I was so excited by just looking at her writhing around on the bed. She was turned on and began to touch her mound and rub up and down. I couldn’t believe my eyes; she was masturbating herself in front of me. She was grinding her hips and rubbing herself against the bed. She rolled over and pulled her whole body up and down the bed. She was pleasuring herself and without knowing, pleasuring me.

She was rolling around and pulled the sheets off the bed and wrapped them around her and in-between her legs. She was pulling the sheets high up between her legs and I now had a full view of her luscious legs. She was in her own world and now breathing heavily and moving rhythmically. 

She then rolled on to her back, hitched her dress up and put her hands in her pants and her fingers disappeared up in side her crack. Slowly at first and feeling all round her lips and then rubbing her clit. I tried to imagine how her clit was throbbing and wondered if it was how intensely I was throbbing.

She stopped and looked around the room and hesitated for a moment. She jumped off the bed and moved over to a table where there was an unlit candle. She grabbed it and returned to the bed. She moved her pants aside and I got a sight of that beautiful cunt, hot and red and glistening with her juices and sweat. The candle went to work with ease.

I began to feel myself breathe with her and began to tough and rub myself. I did not know what to do with myself. I was tingling, throbbing, oozing with juice. I watched mesmerized as the candle slowly made love to her, guided by her hand. She started to move the candle faster and faster until her whole body contracted rhythmically. She had come with the candle and now lay still, flushed and relaxed.

I nearly came myself, but the shock and desire left me there, wanting more and needing to relieve myself as soon as I could. She got up a few moments later, visited the en suit to clean herself (and the candle) up! She walked out and shut the door, leaving me in there to gather my thoughts. I quietly slipped out of the room.



Watching



It began when my sister Inci and her son Naim came to stay with my wife and me for a week. Although older than me at 49, Inci was still an attractive woman who looked 10 years younger thanks in part to her slim figure (despite having three children). She was married to a successful businessman although they didn't spend a lot of time together unless it was at the office (she also worked part-time at his firm). Although at the beginning of the marriage she was not happy with the hours her husband worked, once his company became profitable, she got to enjoy the dividends that it brought (money, car, designer clothes, etc…). She also organised herself a good social life (separate from her husband); though she never dallied (all my sisters were brought up to believe in Turkish values as to regarding marriage). 

They had three children - two girls (20) & (19) and one boy (18). The two girls were tending college while the boy was in his last year of school. Although Inci loved them all, it was her son Naim who was her favourite. 

As I said, Inci came and visited me for a week. She and the kids had just returned from a holiday in Cyprus (visiting relatives) and she was sporting a healthy tan. Naim had nothing better to do before going back to school (all his friends were away or busy) so he tagged along. 

Unfortunately, my wife had to work up north all that week and my son (who was the same age as Naim) was away on a school field trip. Although I was able to take most of the week off, there was one day I had to go into London to attend an important business meeting. On that day, Inci gave me a lift to the station and promised to pick me up when I called. 

Although the day started out okay, by mid-morning I was starting to feel a bit unwell. Before lunch I was forced to leave my meeting and catch an early train home. I tried phoning my house but all I got was my answer machine (presumably Inci and Naim were out) so I took a taxi. Once home, I found the house empty and I collapsed on a settee in a small room just off the living room and fell into a light sleep, a warm rug wrapped round me 

I awoke a while later feeling almost my old self and saw Inci slumped in a chair in the main room wearing a dressing gown (obviously she had just had a shower) sipping a whisky. She looked upset and later it came out that my brother had phoned saying that he had to work all the following weekend and they wouldn't be able to celebrate her birthday (though he did promise to make it up to her). I was looking directly at Inci but she hadn’t spotted me. 

I was just about to call out to her when a voice shouted: "Mum are you home?" 

I kept quiet as Inci answered him. "In here, dear." and in walked in Naim. 

Naim was a good-looking kid who was fast growing into adulthood. Just slightly taller than his mother (she was just over 5 foot); he still had some growing up to do. Judging from the muscle tone of his arms (he was wearing a t-shirt), it looked like he had started working out. He obviously saw that Inci was upset and when he enquired what was the matter, she told him about the weekend. 

Sympathetically, Naim pulled Inci to her feet and gave her a hug. Smiling, he suggested that they went out since I was not due home for at least a few hours. She agreed. They seemed to pause in their embrace and then Inci pulled away, perhaps aware that she was only wearing a dressing gown (and a thin one at that)? 

"I had better get changed," she said. 

"Can't we have a quick drink first?" asked her son. 

Inci paused for a moment and then said, "Okay, what would you like?" 

"A whisky?" I heard him asked. 

Inci looked at him; "You know that you are too young to drink whisky, young man" she scolded. 

"Aw come on Mum, one won't hurt - please?" 

After a pause, she said "Alright, but don't tell your father!" 

Inci bent over the drinks cabinet and poured both of them a whisky. With her back to him, she didn't see Naim look at her covered rump. 

"My God, was he actually eyeing up his mother?" I wondered, "Surely not?" 

Then I happened to glance at the front of his pants and saw what looked like a bulge. I was speechless; he actually had an erection. I couldn't believe it! I knew that boys his age were constantly horny (I used to be like that myself) but to be aroused by your own mother? 

Naim was already sitting on the settee by the time Inci had finished and came over to join him. 

"Cheers" she said and both of them took a swig from their glasses. They idly chatted for a few minutes and then Naim saw that Inci's glass was empty. 

"Come on Mum, I'll get you another one" he smiled. 

"I shouldn't really. I have already had two." she replied. 

"Oh come on" persuaded the boy. 

She relented and Naim went over to the drinks cabinet. I noticed that his glass wasn't empty but he quickly remedied that by gulping down its contents and then refilling both glasses with liberal amounts of whisky and a very small amount of soda. 

Naim returned to the settee and handed Inci her glass. She took a mouthful and said "My God! How much whisky did you put in this?". 

"Sorry, Mum!" was all Naim said before bolting the entire contents of his drink down his throat, causing him to splutter. 

"Silly! You shouldn't drink it like that!" Inci said. 

They continued talking and the conversation came round to my brother. At length, Naim started going on about how badly his father treated her and that it wasn't right. Inci only half-heartedly tried to defend him. 

Naim leaned forward and embraced his mother, kissing her on the cheek. 

"I do love you, Mum". 

"I love you too dear" replied his mother, hugging him back. 

Naim then pulled back a bit and then kissed her hard on the mouth. Immediately, my cock soared into an instant erection. 

"Naim! How many times have I told you not to kiss me like that!" Inci scolded after she broke the kiss. 

I couldn't help but stare. I knew that Naim had always been affectionate towards her, more so than his two sisters. I just didn't know how affectionate. When Naim clasped her to him and began babbling, she still thought she could handle the situation. 

As far as I could make out he was groaning, "I'm sorry! I do love you, Mum" while palming her breast through her thin dressing gown. 

I was stunned, but Inci seemed to take it in her stride. It didn't look like this was the first time she had to fight off her son's amorous advances. Regaining control, she pushed him gently away. 

"Naim, I am worried about this unhealthy attitude you have about me." she said firmly. 

"I'm sorry, Mum - I couldn't help it" Naim replied. 

Looking at him as she put down her glass, she said, "No it's my fault. I know that all you boys think of is sex. But you should be interested in girls of your age, not your mother." 

"But you are so beautiful!" Naim protested. 

"Naim, STOP IT!" said his mother sternly, "I am your mother! You have to stop this, it's not healthy." She paused, looking at herself in her dressing gown; "Now, I think I'd better get changed before you get any more ideas." 

Naim didn't say a word except just sit there. 

My sister took one sip of her drink and then leant forward to put her glass down, on to the coffee table. That was where she made her mistake, as she leant forward, the top of her dressing gown came apart slightly. The gap was too little and too far away for me to see but obviously Naim could see right into it and I saw him stiffen. I still remembered her gasping as he shot his hand inside her robe, scooping out one breast which he literally covered with great, groaning kisses. 

"No, no Naim, stop it! I am your mother!" I could hear the gasp in her voice as she pushed him away. 

To my astonishment I was now on Naim's side, and willed him to carry on. I felt my erection getting stiffer (so much so that I had to unzip my flies) as watched and almost collapsed with frustration when Naim slipped to his knees, blurting apologies amidst a stream of tears with Inci trying to comfort him. But it was only momentary, and I watched anxiously as he raised the bottom of Inci's robe almost to her waist. 

Groaning, Naim bent to kiss her legs, but sensed that his fingers would have the most effect at this point, and his urgent probing at the very top of her legs made Inci gasp. She made one tremendous effort to still the hand that was caressing her flesh, but Naim wasn't about to give in. I could hear her shouting "Naim, stop it! I mean it!" 

"But I want you so much, Mum!" groaned the boy and if to prove it, he leant back and quickly undid his belt and flies, freeing his erect penis. 

Inci's eyes bulged as she took in the dimensions of her son's huge erection. 

"Oh my God! It's enormous! " she exclaimed bring her hand to her mouth. 

I must admit, I always I thought I was nicely blessed but next to this big brute (which looked more at home on a donkey than a young boy), mine looked like a tiddler. 

However, what shocked me more was seeing my sister, groaning, reaching out and taking it her hands and finding it too thick for her fingers to encompass it. For a while Inci manipulated the strong shaft, as if she could make it expand even further. Then she swung her legs along the settee, lifting her arse so that Naim could open her robe further. 

Simultaneously, Naim and I gasped at the sight of her cunt. I have never saw a cunt looking so vulgar and flushed, ruddy with lust as I did hers that day. I sensed, rather than saw, that a sheen of Inci's love juices had flooded on to her thighs which she had spread wide, still arching her bottom off the settee towards Naim's tool. He had slipped down his trousers and poised his muscley thighs between Inci's totally abandoned legs. There was to be no finesse. Both mother and son were lost to the lewdest of sensual lust, and I raised my head slightly, panting almost in time with the mating before my widening gaze. 

Suddenly the phone rang which nearly gave all three of us a heart-attack. Pulling her robe together, Inci quickly got up, pushing Naim aside in her mad scramble to the phone. 

"Oh hi!", she said to the person on the other end of the line, "No, I am alright….. No he hasn't phoned but I am due to pick him up from the station". It was my wife. "I get him to give you a call when he comes in." 

Inci hang up the phone. She turned back to Naim who was by now sitting on the settee, his large organ still jutting out in front of him. 

"I must get dressed", she said coldly and went upstairs. The moment was gone. I groaned in frustration, cursing my wife for phoning. 

The boy just sat there on the settee. Then slowly, he started to stroke his cock. Within moments, his hands were a blur and suddenly, while groaning for his mother, he shot his thick white spunk into the air. I was astounded, I never saw so much cum as the boy shot wad after wad. Finally he collapsed on the settee, panting. 

My heart was beating like a hammer, thinking what could have happened. I realised that I had desperately wanted to see them fuck. 

A few minutes later, Inci returned dressed in a knee length skirt and blouse. Naim had by this time had cleaned himself up and put on his jeans. 

"Naim, what happened was wrong," she started as she sat next to him, "wrong and unnatural. You do realise that you could have got me pregnant and God knows what would happen if your father ever found out" 

"Pregnant?", Naim looked up, looking horrified. "B-but I thought you were on the pill." 

"No, " Inci replied, "your father and I don't, ahem….. Anyway! You must promise that you will never try to do this again." 

"I am so sorry, Mum. I don't know what came over me. You must think I am really sick!" he whined. 

"No! No, I don’t think you are sick, honey. A lot of boys have fantasies about their mothers, but that is all they are - fantasies. It doesn't come true. They grow out of it and find girls of their own age." 

"But I'm not interested in girls, Mum. I just want you.", he said, his voice shaking. "I am so fed up being a virgin and I love you so much". 

I couldn't believe it and nor could Inci by the look on her face. 

"Oh God! Don't say things like that! You sound like that you are actually in love with me, your own mother." 

"I am." The boy said quietly. 

"Oh my poor baby," Inci said with tears in her eyes, taking him into her arms. "What am I going to do with you?" 

Within seconds, they were both crying. 

Inci slowly stopped sobbing and then cleared her eyes and looked directly into his. 

"But it wasn't right." Inci said finally, "Now I want you to promise me that you will never try to touch me that way again." 

"I promise." the boy said, wiping his eyes. 

Looking at the clock, Inci got up. "I'd better get going, your uncle is due to phone any time for me to pick him up from the station. You had better put some clothes on.", pointing to Naim's naked chest. 

Both mother and son left the room. 

I was left shaking, hardly believing what has just happened. But I didn't want this end like this. I wanted to see how far this scenario could play out. Would Naim try again and would Inci succumb? I had to find out. 

By this time, my erection had shrunk enough for me to easily zip myself up. I then slowly crawled off the settee and went through the kitchen to get into the back garden. Fishing out my cell phone, I called the house. Naim answered. 

"Hi, Naim, it's your uncle. Is your mother around" I asked. 

The boy sounded distant. "I'll just get her for you". 

A few seconds later, I heard Inci's voice. 

"Besim?" 

"Hi, Inci. Bad news! I won't be able to come home tonight, the meeting is taking longer than I thought. But I should be back sometime tomorrow." I said. 

"Um, okay, "she replied, "problems at work?" 

"Oh no! Nothing I can't sort out. Look, I am feeling tired, I'll phone you tomorrow." Inci told me that I had to phone my wife before hanging up. 

I quickly crept back into the house (thank God I keep the door's hinges well oiled) and was soon back in my hiding place in time to see the both of them come back into the living room. 

"What's happened?" asked Naim. 

"Oh, he's been held up and won't be back until tomorrow." Inci replied. 

"Oh" was all Naim said. 

Inci looked at her son for a few seconds and then said "Look, nothing really serious happened. I am sure that we can put all this behind us." 

"I suppose. " Naim's reply was so quiet that I could hardly hear him. 

"Look, " Inci said cheerfully, "come here and give your old mother a hug." 

"You are not old." Naim said but nevertheless he walked into her arms. 

"I do love you, you know that?" she said. 

"Yeah," he said, "and I love you too." 

Inci gently kissed Naim on the cheek. 

"There, that's not so ba…..mmpphhh!" Inci started to say as Naim's mouth found hers, his body pushing hers again the wall. 

His hands were all over her, rubbing her breasts. He then started to nibble her neck. 

"Naim! STOP IT! You promised me that you wouldn't do this. I am your mother, this is incest!", she gasped, fighting against him. 

Naim made no reply as they struggled, my sister desperately trying to get out of her son's clutches. The struggling got more fierce. So much so, I started to worry that he try to rape her. I had originally found this all arousing because my sister had succumbed despite her protests. This was different. Inci was really struggling now and the way my nephew was acting, I didn't know what he would do. 

I started to get up when Naim pulled his hand off Inci's breast and stuck it up her skirt. A moment later, Inci froze and just gave a deep-throated "Ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh". 

I just watched open-mouthed at the change that come over her. One minute was she had been struggling in protest, now she was grabbing Naim's face and locking her lips with his in the deepest French kiss I ever witness. 

Groaning and with their hands all over each other, their mouths still clued together, they slid to the floor. Removing his mouth from hers, I saw Naim start a new struggle now, this time with Inci's knickers. Pulling her knickers down and off her legs, he then struggled with his jeans, only having time to pull both his jeans and pants down to his knees in his desperation to sheath himself inside his mother. 

Naim got between Inci's legs and slowly slid into her, both of them groaning with the effort. 

Once comfortably seated, Naim bent his head down to his mother's as his mouth joined hers. He then slowly moved his mouth down to her neck as one of his hands started pawing her breasts through her blouse, his arse slowly moving up and down between her legs. All during this, Inci just lay there sobbing slightly but not resisting in any way. 

Slowly, not to disturb them, I pulled my rug back, allowing me to unzip my trousers and take my fresh erection in hand. 

Naim's mouth had by this time rejoined Inci's and their kissing was getting really passionate as his arse moved faster. 

Gasping, Naim raised himself onto his arms as he started to throw his hips forward in rapid strokes, causing his mother to gasp and moan. In turn, she raised her legs and hooked them behind the small of his back and she sought to pull him even deeper into her cunt. Gone were any protests. Both of them were now intent on reaching their orgasms. 

I started to wank myself harder as Naim's thrusts got deeper and harder. All I could hear was them moaning and the slap, slap, slap of their bodies hitting each other. 

The noise got louder and louder as they picked up speed. Now I started to hear a wet slurping noise of a large hard cock being repeatedly thrusted into a very wet cunt. 

I was impressed by Naim's stamina, they had been screwing for the last 20 minutes but I could see from his wild thrusts that he was almost there. Gasping he pulled his face from hers. 

"I'm…(unnngh)..almost there, Mum….(unnngh)…I gotta pull out..". 

At the back of my mind, I remembered that Inci said that she was unprotected. To his credit, the boy had obviously remembered. 

"No! (uuugggghh),,,,not now! I'm…(uuunnggh)…about…(unnnnghhh)…to..to.. ooooooooooooohhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!" Inci shouted as I saw her bury her head into her son's shoulder, clutching him wildly as she started by the looks of it her biggest cum yet. 

"Mum!…(gasp)…No, Mum!…(arrrh)…I gotta pull out…. ARRRRGGGHHHH!!!!!!". It was too late, his mother was holding on to him too tightly for him to withdraw. Instead, I saw him bury himself as deeply as possible into her. Grabbing her hard, I could see his bum flex as he shot wad after wad of rich potent teenage cum into his mother's belly. 

I heard his mother cry out "No, Naim. Noooooooooooo…….oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh!" as she shook in orgasm. 

My cock trembled as I remembered what she had said earlier and that now Naim was ejaculating directly into his mother unprotected and fertile womb. Judging from the amount of spunk he had shot off earlier and knowing how fertile young men can be, I was certain that he could get her pregnant easily despite her age. In my mind's eye, I could imagine his sperm swimming deep inside her belly searching out an egg to attach to. The thought of her going round with a fat tummy full with her son's baby was too much. With a suppressed moan, I came in my hand.

I watched as they trembled, locked together. Naim repeatedly shooting more of his spunk into Inci's heaving stomach. Finally, after what seemed an age, the boy relaxed on his mother and they both lay there recovering. 

I had expected that they had finished, but to my surprise (and I fancy to my sister's), Naim started moving inside his mother again. 

"Oh no Naim, not again!" moaned his mother but she didn't stop him as she lay there gasping while he slowly seesawed into her. After a few thrusts, he stopped and I saw him pull out. He just knelt there with his huge boner sticking up, glistening with their juices. 




Watching



"Naim, wha? Inci gasped. 

"Mum, please undress. I want to see you naked" the boy groaned. 

Inci just lay on the floor for a moment. Then, still panting, she got up and started stripping. Within minutes, she was standing in front of her son, totally naked. Both our eyes bulged as we took in her body (though he had the better view). From the side view, I could see her legs (perhaps a little too skinny) going up to a small peachy arse, up to a slightly hairy back (she's Turkish remember). Her left boob drooped a little against her ribcage. For any age, she looked good but for a woman of 49, she looked great. I felt a tinge in my cock but it was too tired to raise again. Besides, however arousing I found it, I had no desire to fuck my own sister. However, my poor wife will have a hard time tomorrow night when she gets home. 

Naim had no such qualms as he stood up and completely stripped. For seconds (though it seemed longer), the two of them just stood there eyeing each other up. Then Naim said: "Get on your hands and knees so I can fuck you from behind." 

"Oh Naim!" was all Inci said as she quickly complied. 

Rubbing his, I imagine aching, hard-on (looking at the size of it), Naim got down on his knees and shuffled up behind her. From my angle, I could not see the actual penetration, but from the looks on their faces and the moans that came out of the mouths, he was slowly but surely feeding himself back into her. By the time his stomach flattened against her arse, I could see a smile of satisfaction on Naim's face while Inci looked like she was in agony with her teary eyes wide and her mouth hanging open as she continually moaned. I then realised that from this position, Naim must have been in her deeper than ever. 

This time, he started fucking her in earnest. Grabbing hold of Inci's thighs, Naim started move his hips back and forth. Slowly at first but soon he was speeding up. From my vantage point, I could see his stomach smashing into his mother's backside, making the cheeks of her arse quiver. 

The slapping sound got harder and harder as he pounded into her. At first Inci was moving her backside to meet his thrusts but I saw that she soon gave that up as he started fucking her even more forcefully. In the end, all she could do was grip the carpet hard, her mouth open as she emitted loud "ugggh"s. 

As she started to approach orgasm, she started getting quite verbal. 

"Oh yes (uggh) my baby." 

followed by 

"Oh (unnngh) it feels so good. I love it up me. You are so big! Fuck me, honey. Fuck it up to your balls. I love your big hard cock!" 

followed by loud cries as she very obviously came to orgasm. 

By this time, they had been fucking for at least another twenty minutes (where does he get the energy from? I couldn't do that even at his age). Naim had by now moved his hands up to his mother's naked breasts, gripping them firmly as he brutally shoved his large erection so far up her, I was surprised that it didn't come out of her mouth. 

On and on they fucked. As before, the room was filled with sounds of bodies (this time naked) slapping together HARD, slurping sounds as a large stiff cock repeatedly reamed a soft wet cunt and the groans of two people in ecstasy. 

I lost track of time but finally I sensed that that end was near. Both of their faces, especially Naim's were showing signs of strain as his thrusts became more and more rapid. 

"(ummmph) I am going to cum, Mum. (uggggh) Do you want (uunnnghhh) me to pull out?" he groaned. 

"(gasp) Oh no, Naim. Fill me, honey, fill me with that thick white spunk! Make me pregnant, put a baby inside me!" Inci moaned. 

I couldn't believe what my sister had just said. Nor could Naim as he slammed into her one last time and gripped hard as he so obviously (by his face) started shooting off inside her. 

"HERE IT COMES, MUM! Here comes your baby!! ARRRGHHH!" 

It must have been a strong ejaculation since I saw Inci's eyes bulged and her mouth emitted a long "Ooooooooooooohhhhhh!" as he came inside her. I see his arse as he spurted more of his hot potent seed into his mother's receptive belly, adding to the sperm he had already deposited earlier. Inci then closed her eyes and bit her lip, crying out as she came again, making her son cry out as I imagine her cunt collapsed around his spasming cock. 

For long seconds, I watch the two of them just kneeling there, their bodies locked together as they came. But finally they pulled apart, the boy's cock sliding out of his mother's cunt with a wet slap. Even limp, his cock was formidable. 

They lay on the floor, arms around each other. 

"I'm sorry, Mum" began Naim, obviously feeling remorse again. 

"Shush! " hushed Inci, kissing him lightly on the lips. "I should be angry with you but I'm not. No one has ever made love to me like that before. I didn't know sex could be that good. I just got carried away." 

"Really?" smiled her son. 

"Really!" confirmed Inci. 

"Better than with Dad?" pushed her son. 

"Yes, much better than with your father. Even when we were young. We never make love now. He spends all his energy on the business." 

"Then Dad's a fool. You are the sexiest lady in the world and if you were my wife, I would be fucking you…" 

"Naim!" Inci gasped. 

"fucking you every morning, noon and night! And you would have to be on the pill or you would forever be pregnant." Naim continued, slowly bending forward to kiss her and then moving his mouth onto her neck. 

"Naim, " Inci giggled, "is that all you think about?" 

Then I saw her look down between his legs and gasped. 

"I see that you do ..ummph." She was cut off as Naim kissed her again, this time more ardently. 

Within seconds, they were kissing passionately; I could see their tongues rolling within their open mouths. 

Not again, I thought. How could the boy keep going? I was knackered and I was just watching. 

Inci then moved away from Naim. 

"Mum?" quizzed the boy. 

"Honey, I got to go to the Chemists. Despite what I said a few minutes ago, I can't risk getting pregnant." Inci said getting up and making for her clothes. 

But I could see that my nephew was interested in other things (the boy was insatiable) as he got up and with a fresh hard-on sticking up in front of him and started towards his naked mother, herding her towards the stairs. Somehow, I don't think my lusty nephew was going to let his mother out of the house, let alone near a Chemists for a long time yet. 

"Oh Mum! Just one more time, please? I'll be quick!" 

"Oh Naim, you can't want it again. Not so soon!" exclaimed Inci, her eyes were glued on the boy's erection as she was slowly pushed up the stairs. 

"I can't help it!" replied the boy, "you are so beautiful!" as I saw him lecherously look at his mother. 

Despite his mother's protests (which looked pretty half-hearted), Naim guided her up the stairs and into the spare bedroom where Inci slept, closing the door behind them. 

Oh to be young again. I was worn out. So much so that I fell asleep. 

When I woke up again, I looked at my watch and found it was around 4 in the morning. I quickly nipped out in the garden for a pee (I couldn't use the toilet). Once back in, I went into the main living room and sat on the settee. 

The house was stone quiet. I could hear nothing or could I? I slowly got up and crept to the bottom of the stairs and listened. Yes, I could definitely hear something. As quietly as I could, I stepped up the stairs. There, I could hear something coming from the spare bedroom. 

As quiet as a mouse, I crept up and listened at the bedroom door, and to an orgy of groans and the bed protesting at the humping that the boy was giving his mother. I stood for ages until frozen, but they still carried on kissing, whispering, screwing and sucking. When I left them to it, desperate to get my own end away for the third time that day (haven't done that for a long time), they were in the middle of another good strenuous fuck. At times I heard Inci giggle loudly, and once give an 'ouch' and reprimanded Naim for biting her nipples too hard. 

After my third cum, I decided it was better to get a room in the hotel down the road for the rest of the night. 

The next morning, I arrived at my house around noon. Inci was there waiting for me (I had called her in advance). She did look tired, her hair was dishevelled as if she had just got up. I told her that my meeting had finished early but I had to go back to the office for the rest of the day and had only come back to wash and change. 

"We are not seeing much of you this visit." said Inci. 

"I'm sorry," I said, "you know what work is like. Besides you got Naim for company." 

I saw Inci blush and behind me I got the distinct impression that Naim was smiling. 

After I has washed and changed, I left them at the front door, got into my car and headed off to the country for the day (well it was my day off). 

I wondered how long before they would get started again? Not too long, judging by the look on Naim's face. 

I started to wonder about my own son. Did he lust after his mother like Naim did with Inci? With sons like that, why would wives need husbands?



Watching



The afternoon sun beats down upon your naked body, comfortably relaxed on the verandah of the seaside cottage next door to mine. You sunbathe today with the hope that you will see me again; that I will make an appearance in my sunroom so that you can watch me. The white lace curtains flutter in and out of my French doors, offering you extended glimpses of the room inside, the black grand piano glistening in the sun. Just as you had hoped, I enter the room, my long peasant shirt flowing around me, molding to my generous curves. Sitting down at the piano, I let my passion flow and soon the gentle sounds of Beethoven drift across the space between us and wafts around you with the gentle sea breezes. I know that you are watching and it excites me.

Hoping to return the favor, I finish the sonata and stretch my arms high above me, my full breasts straining against the soft material, my nipples hard and erect. Relaxing from my leisurely stretch, my hands gently glide down my shoulders, across my breasts and stomach, sliding down the length of my thighs. Drawing my hands back up, I bring with the edges of my shirt, exposing my body inch by inch, feeling your eyes devouring me.

Beams of sunshine stream across my body, as the soft folds of my shirt flutter to the ground behind me. My arms are stretched above me and I can feel your eyes upon me as they explore the curves of my exposed flesh. Turning to straddle the bench, my backside towards you, I slowly recline, dropping my head back, resting the nape of my neck on the edge of the bench. My long hair cascades downward, falling into a tangle of auburn silk, as my fingers gently comb and lift the satiny strands. The warm sea breezes that drift around me flutter my hair about my face as I watch you watching me.

The heat of the sun and your desire has created sheen of moisture upon your body. The arousal that you feel is evident as you slowly began to stroke your hardness. Your eyes, the lids heavy from lust, are riveted to my body, so boldly displayed to please you.

Arching my back, my hands continue their dance of seduction across my body, cupping and molding the soft flesh of my breasts, lightly pulling and teasing my nipples until they are throbbing with sensations. Aching to feel your touch, my head lifts up and my tongue reaches out to lap across a taut nipple, imagining it is you teasing my sweet buds. Most anxious to draw you near, I arise from the piano bench, stretching and reaching to ease the tension from my aroused body. Walking slowly around the magnificent piano, I lean against it as my eyes devour the sight of your hardened flesh, so gently enveloped in your strong hand. Pulling myself up on top of the piano, I lean back and spread my legs to offer you full view of the delights that wait.

Slowly and tenderly my fingers explore the heated flesh, pulling the moisture from within, spreading it over my throbbing clit. With one quick plunge, my finger is buried in wetness, slowly withdrawn and brought to my mouth so that I can taste the musky juice and deem it worthy for you to consume. As I lick the last of the stickiness from my finger, I feel rather than see you coming towards me. As you enter my private sanctuary, the wind intensifies and the curtains blow about you, creating a visible aura with the beaming rays of the sun. I open my eyes to see you standing before me, a warrior of lust who has come to devour me.

Beckoning you closer, my fingers gently expose my aching clit, and so softly, I invite you to taste me. I shall not concede so easily to your ravishment – rather I wish to lull your senses with the sweet nectar of my love, for it is I that seeks to possess you. The first sensation of your hot tongue upon my clit feels like a lighting bolt – the shock sends waves of pleasure pulsing through my entire body. Sensing the opportunity to gain the advantage, your mouth begins a slow, taunting seduction of my quivering womanhood, and soon my body is trembling and shuddering in the sweet agony of my pending ecstasy. As your tongue thrusts inside of me, my frenzied mind envisions your hard cock in its place and I am pushed very near the edge of orgasm. Darting in and out of me, you seem to reap pleasure from my tormented moans. Begging for release, I pull your head up and implore you to continue your assault on my swollen clit. With a few precious laps of your hard tongue, I am thrown into a tumbling dervish of satisfaction – wave after incredible wave of pure bliss pours over my body as I scream in surrender.

When you finally lift your head, I am able to look deep into your glorious eyes, smoldering with desire and victory. And ever so slowly, you pull me towards you, sliding me off the edge of the piano into your strong arms, impaling my body upon yours. With my legs wrapped around you and my upper body still leaning on the piano, your hands firmly grip my ass as you begin to thrust your cock into my hot, wet cavern. Deeper and deeper, slower then faster, your body craves release, my victory draws near. Meeting your eyes with mine, I urge you on, drawing you deeper into my spell, pulling you closer, feeling your heart meet with mine as brilliantly as our bodies meld together. Suddenly your thrusts intensify, your head falls back, and your body explodes within me, the cry of surrender escaping from your lips.

Ah, sweet victory – the precious prize of your love.



Watching



It took me 4 minutes to cross the road and pull into Number 73. The traffic was nonstop and slow moving most likely due to the rain. I drove the length of the driveway and pulled up under the carport. There'd be no one home for hours and parking there would save me getting soaked.

With my basket of cleaning equipment in one hand, I opened the car door and got out. I grabbed my clean apron from the backseat, slammed the door shut and went up the three stairs to the kitchen entrance.

The rain was falling heavy on the carport roof drowning out the other sounds including the constant traffic. It hit the roof so hard that it was bouncing right off. The spoutings were all full and the excess rain was pouring in huge waterfalls all around the edge of the carport.

I unlocked the door and went inside. Cleaning this house only took me a couple of hours each week and it was relatively easy work. They kept their house very tidy. No old newspapers lying around, no piles of dirty clothes... It was bliss cleaning really. Usually a few breakfast dishes, vacuuming and polishing, cleaning the bathroom and that was about all.

This morning, the kitchen looked spotless. I carried my basket through into the lounge and put it down on the glass topped coffee table. As I put my apron on, I let my gaze wander over the room. It looked relatively neat and tidy in here too. I moved around the lounge, picking up cushions from the couch and fluffing them up, replacing them just right... A magazine lay on the floor. I picked it up, and glanced at it's cover as I closed it. Home and Garden. A stunning house on the front, with views overlooking Auckland Harbour. How the other half live eh? I put the magazine away on it's rack and straightened up the other four.

Taking the polish and duster from my basket, I began dusting the beautiful mahogony furniture. I loved the dark, rich coloured wood. The deep tones warmed the room. Two wine glasses stood on the china cabinet. They looked sparkling clean and I guess they'd forgotten to put them away, so I replaced them in the cabinet myself. I stood in front of the cabinet and went to open the door. A movement on the reflection of the glass caught my eye. I turned to see what it was.

The door into the bedroom was slightly ajar and something was moving in the room. It looked like a person. I went towards the door and opened it a little more. I stood still and stared.

Laying on the bed face down was Jake. Standing beside the bed and with his back to me was Jake's flatmate Nigel. They were both completely naked. Jake's head was turned on his pillow slightly and resting on one forearm... He looked fast asleep. His dark hair covered part of his face. Nigel had his back to me, his short grey-streaked hair was messy, like he'd just woken up and run his fingers through it. He bent and moved onto the bed, laying on his left side in a full length stretch against Jake's body still with his back to me.

I knew I shouldn't be there. I have no idea why they were home, nor where their car was. Obviously they had no idea I was standing in the doorway watching them. But I couldn't speak. I couldn't move. I just stood staring. Completely fascinated and very, very curious. I'd wondered about these two and over the last couple of months, I'd wondered what it would be like to see two men making love. What it would be like to see them both naked and together like this. I couldn't pull myself away from the door. They looked so perfect together. Jake's muscular tanned frame and Nigel's slightly older, but still healthy body snuggling together on the fourposter.

Nigel's hand moved. It slid over Jake's waist, and moved slowly up the centre of his back. Jake stirred in his sleep and Nigel's hand stilled for a moment. Then it moved downwards and he splayed his fingers and slid them all the way down past Jakes waist, then low over his untanned buttocks. I took in a deep and slow breath.

Just watching Nigel's hand had stirred incredible feelings of wantoness inside me. I almost begged out loud for Nigel not to stop. My eyes widened as I guessed where his hand was going next. He'd moved it over Jake's thigh, and forward over his body and out of sight. Jake stirred and mumbled in his sleep. Nigel's mouth nuzzled softly against the nape of Jake's neck. Jake moaned. I watched as his tongue flicked out and licked. I could taste the saltyness myself. Jake turned over. Clearly I saw where Nigel's hand had come to rest. He held Jake's hard shaft firmly and was stroking gently.

At my sharp intake of breath, Jake's eyes opened and impaled me on the spot. A hot flush of embarrassment rushed over my body, rendering me speechless. Nigel continued stroking. I expected Jake to stop. He didn't. Instead, he watched me as I watched his hand move up Nigel's thigh. I couldn't take my eyes of his hand as it moved higher. His well manicured nails dug gently into Nigel's back. I looked up as Nigel moaned deep in his throat. Jake's wet lips moved closer and closer to Nigel's mouth.

"Kiss me Jake. Kiss me lover." Jake flicked a glance in my direction and his eyes were intensely watching mine as I unblinkingly watched his tongue trace Nigel's mouth. I trembled as I figured that Nigel's beard must be tickling Jake's tongue. Jake kept watch on me. I saw his tongue slip into Nigel's mouth. I could only imagine what it'd feel like. Warm and wet. Nigel sucked Jake's tongue. Sucked it into his mouth deeply. Jake's eyes flickered, his hand swept low on Nigel's body, over his buttocks, and moved in between their bodies and out of my sight. Nigel's bottom suddenly spasmed and he moaned. I thought I was going to faint.

My pussy was hot and throbbing, my hand wandered over the front of my body as I watched and listened to their lovemaking. I had never in my life been as turned on as I was right at this moment. I let my hand slip inside the waistband of my apron, inside the waistband of my shorts, inside the flimsy lace panties. I sighed as my hand found my warm pussy and gently pressed against it.

"Oh Jake, please don't stop." Nigel's begging released something very primal in us all. I slipped to the floor, and began rubbing my clitty. Jake stroked Nigel's shaft harder and faster. Nigel moaned uncontrollably, his whole body rocking against Jake's hand. Faster and harder, Jake stroked. Panting and listening to Nigel's hoarse moans. Nigel cried out as his orgasm shook the bed. "Oh yes!" His juices pumped out over Jake's belly. Jake gradually stopped stroking and wrapped his arms around him, holding him close until Nigel's shuddering body began to relax. Nigel kissed Jake deeply eliciting a moan from Jake. Nigel knew what to do.

He moved his body down the bed. His mouth and tongue leaving a wet trail of kisses down the front of Jake's body. Jake stared at me. He saw where my hand was. He flicked is hand and indicated for me to undress. Nigel still had no idea I was in the room. I stood up and undressed quickly and soundlessly. 

Nigel had found Jake's hard male nipples and was flicking his tongue over them... I imagined his beard was scratching against Jake's body. I could almost feel it myself. My own nipples hardened in response and my breasts ached to be touched. He suckled Jake's nipple noisily. Jake moaned. I slid to the floor again, spread my legs open wide and watched Jake's eyes fall to my glistening wet pussy. His eyes opened wider as my hand moved down there. He shuddered as Nigel nibbled on his nipple. And then Nigel moved lower.

My fingertip found my clitty, and I began rubbing her gently. I watched Jake's eyes, as he watched my hand. Nigel moved lower and I felt immense pleasure flood my body as Jake gasped when Nigel's mouth closed over his cock and he began sucking.

"Oh yes. Fuck my cock Nigel. Please fuck it with your mouth." Jake's turn to beg. Hearing Jake begging turned me on. I let my fingers rub my clitty faster and faster.

"Oh God don't stop!" Jake was almost shouting. Nigel's head rocked back and forth over Jake's cock. They were both moaning, both trembling. Nigel sucked harder and faster. Jake's fingernails scratched long marks in Nigel's back. He shuddered as he emptied his cum into Nigel's eager mouth. Nigel sucked and sucked him until Jake's orgasm stopped.

I was in oblivion. I couldn't stop now if I tried. My pussy was soaking wet. My whole body covered in perspiration. I rubbed my clitty faster and faster until I cried out in my release. My juices poured from my body. Tears of pleasure trickled from my eyes. I didn't dare open them. I didn't want to see or know about the damning expressions I knew I would have to face any moment now. I felt arms wrap around my naked body. I was carried to the bed. Placed on it gently. Cradled with four loving arms holding me close.

I opened my eyes to find myself looking into Nigel's eyes. "It's ok little one. We both knew you were there. Sleep now."

I closed my eyes. My body filled with warmth and unexpected happiness. I wondered what would happen when I woke...

Voting will encourage me to write again *Wink*



Watching



She liked to be watched. It was a fact that could not be denied and one that she had learned to come to terms with. The problem was finding partners that shared her interest. After all, it was not the easiest subject in the world to bring up. Some just got scared off and ran a mile. Some just ignored her requests and politely made excuses. Some immediately labelled her a pervert and started hurling insults at her. She had been turned down enough to be very wary of ever broaching the subject.

Her fortunes changed when she attended the New Years Eve party at her cousin's house. She had gone alone, but being attractive and dressed in a knee length black pvc skirt, she was not short of admirers.

The dining room had been converted into a bar where many people had gathered to drink and talk. The conservatory hosted the disco where such party classics as "Hey Ho silver Lining"" drove the revellers into mass hysteria, whilst the lounge, at the other end of the house, was home to the hosts stereo system. Here, subdued lighting and slow ballads provided a far more low-key approach to welcoming in the new year.

As she smooched along to song after song with partner after partner, the urge began again to surface. Her current dancing partner held her closely but had made no move other than to peck her on the cheek. She rubbed the side of her face against his, then ran her tongue across his neck and nipped his ear. He held her a little more closely and his hand moved up and down over her back. She moaned in his ear to show him that she liked what he was doing. She badly wanted his hand to go lower and caress her buttocks but he did not seem to want to take that chance. She knew he was interested for his erection was pressing against her stomach through the material of his jeans. She rubbed her stomach across him, back and forth, and from the whimpering sounds knew he was aware of what she was doing.

"Why don't we find somewhere a little quieter?" he asked her. "Why?" she replied teasingly. "Because I'd like to get a better look at your body" he said boldly. She smiled at him knowingly, then held him back in close and whispered "so who's stopping you right here"? He blanched a little and looked around. She also looked around and noticed there were four other couples dancing plus a group of three men stood to one side watching and chatting and waiting to step in where possible.

She decided to take the initiative and ran her hand down the side of his thigh. As her hand came back up her thumb caressed the front of his jeans and stroked the tip of his erect cock as she passed. She smiled to herself as he shuddered involuntarily, and just at that moment her eye caught that of one of the three men. He held her look for a long few seconds before smiling and returning to his conversation.

Her partner grew a little more daring and brushed his hands across her buttocks, obviously enjoying the feel of the pvc as much as he was trying to caress her.

As one tune changed for another, he shifted position slightly. She took the opportunity to take hold of one of his hands. She pulled her arm in close to her body so that the back of his hand rested against the side of her breast. He made no move, and she just held his hand in that position as they continued to dance. She looked up and found that the man by the wall was again watching her. He looked into her eyes then looked at the hand holding her partners’. His eyes stayed on her hand, and as he watched she freed her partner’s fingers from her own and pressed them to the softer flesh of her breast.

The fingers needed no second invitation and squeezed her roughly. She ran her hand back down his thigh, and this time went straight for his cock and rubbed it with her palm. The stranger’s eyes watched intently as she watched him.

Her partner pulled away and attempted to guide her out of the room. "Come on" he said, "there must be an empty bedroom upstairs somewhere." She refused and explained that she wanted to stay here and dance. At this he took umbrage, called her a Fucking Cock-Tease and disappeared into the dining room for a drink.

She picked up her drink from a nearby shelf and took a sip. It was empty. As she headed for the bar to get a refill a new man entered the room and asked her for a dance. She said Yes, but that she would be back in a few seconds. He waited as she walked away. She got her drink and began to return to her waiting partner. In the hall, the watcher was waiting for her.

"Are you going back to dance?" he asked her. "Yes" she replied. "I think there is someone waiting for me." "Do you mind if I watch?" he asked, as coolly as you like. He stared into her eyes as he waited for a reply. She was struck dumb for a second. It was as if he had read her mind. She tried to remain cool when all she wanted to do was kiss him and pour out her frustrations to him.

"I would like you to watch" she said, instantly scared that he would call her names and that she had said too much. "Good" he said after a few seconds. "Just one thing, if I may suggest..." and without waiting for an answer he leaned forward and undid the top two buttons on her black blouse, pulling apart the collar to reveal the pale skin of her neck and the merest hint of the swell of her breasts beneath her black lace bra. "She couldn't move and couldn’t speak. "Quick, snap out of it" she told herself, "..before you blow it". 

He was looking at her newly revealed neck, and as he did, she moved her hand up and slowly undid one more button. As she pulled the sides straight he found himself staring at the sides of her breasts, spilling out from beneath her bra. "I'll be there in a minute" he said and turned to the bar leaving her alone to go into the lounge and join up with her new partner.

She re-entered the darkened room, placed her drink back in the normal spot, and moved on to the floor with her new partner. This one was far bolder, and before the first song had finished his hands were enjoying the feel of the pvc skirt. She moaned gently in his ear to encourage him. The watcher was back, standing alone this time, at the window where she had placed her drink. She manoeuvred them into such a position that she could watch his eyes, and so that he could see the attention that was being paid to her bottom.

As they swayed in time to the deep base-driven sound, she leaned back whilst keeping her arms around his neck. This had the effect of pressing her crotch into his, whilst allowing his eyes to feast themselves on her newly revealed cleavage. He looked down and as he smiled she applied pressure to the back of his neck, thereby lowering his head. She felt his tongue between her breasts and gasped. The watcher continued to stare without showing any signs of emotion. 

As her partner raised his head back up, she purred loudly as if she were a contented cat. He kissed her passionately and continued to do so even as he felt her hand on the front of his trousers. She slowly lowered his zip, and whilst pretending to shelter his body with her own, she slid her hand inside and over the waistband of his underpants. His cock was hard and felt extremely hot as her fingers wrapped themselves around it. Their dance had practically stopped, but everybody seemed unaware of what was going on - everybody that is except one. This was a show her watcher was going to remember for some time she thought to herself as she slowly worked him up and down inside the restraints of his clothes. Suddenly her partner went rigid and made a noise as if he'd been punched. She felt his cock give a jolt and before she realised it, he had ejaculated all over her hand. 

She said nothing, but slowly removed her hand. As she did, he suddenly turned and bolted for the door. As she walked back to the window, the mystery man held up her drink for her. As she took it from him she made no attempt to hide the fact that her hand was coated in a thick white liquid. He smiled as he noticed and uttered the words that she knew would bind them together for many future adventures.

"Will you dance with me now?" he asked as he held her sticky fingers in his own.......



Watching



I stand, leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom door. I am in nothing but my own skin, the way that I prefer to be. The way that you prefer me to be, at least when we are alone together. I watch you sleeping quietly for a change. I know that you haven’t done so in a very long time.

Way to many painful memories, that not just any woman would understand about. I guess I stand apart from the crowd in that respect. Growing up in a military family has well prepared me to deal with your nightmares. From the ones where you toss and turn, to the ones where you wake screaming, in a cold sweat, and panicked in a manner that would scare lesser women to the point that they run. You have been sleeping for hours now, and as I watch over you, I see the nightmares start. 

Watching you start to moan and wad the sheet in your hands, I know that it is time for me to intervene. I will not allow you to do this anymore. You have had enough and I know how to stop it. I move quietly in bare feet over the floor. I softly call your name. Watching you try to struggle out of the hell that is your nightmare, I reach the bed.

Watching your hands and feet, which I know can hurt me if I am not thinking clearly, I sit gently on the bed. I worm a hand under the covers and find your hip. I am talking very quietly to you. Gently stroking your hip, I move my hand slowly towards your cock. Reaching it, my fingers softly wrap around it, beginning to stroke you awake. I feel your body start to wake up. Your body responds to me as if it is the most natural thing in the world.

I move my mouth down to your pubic line and let my lips barely brush the head of your cock. Your balls are being gently rolled in my other hand. Stroking up and at the same time, sucking just the head of your cock into my mouth, I moan. The vibrations cause your eyes to open just enough for your brain to register that it is me and what I am doing to you. 

Moaning, you look down at me, your eyes hooded into mere slits. I continue to stroke and suck you. Varying the speed and the strokes, I keep a constant suction on your cock head. I can feel you swell in my mouth. I begin to flick my tongue against various places on the head of your cock. You are leaking pre cum and I am loving every second of it. I lap it up. You look down at me and smile.

I continue to watch your face as I slide your cock in and out of my mouth. I tongue the underside of your balls and watch you jump. I like to tease you at times. To make you feel all those things that you thought that you never would feel again. Your hips begin to move, trying to push you deeper into my mouth. I wait to feel the pressure of your hands on my head, but it doesn’t happen. You have remembered what I told you about that one.

I move your cock out of my mouth. Slowly licking and running my tongue over it, but never taking you back into my mouth. You are responding with moans and whimpers. Watching you, I can see the orgasm that is slowly being built. I can feel that little muscle in your stomach starting to twitch beneath my hand. Your hips are moving up with each lick of your shaft and your breath is quick and harsh. I know what you need, I know what you want.

About every third or fourth lick, I suck just the head of your cock into my warm, wet mouth. Watching you, I can see the beads of sweat that are breaking out on your body from you trying to prolong these feelings as long as possible. I flick the tip of my tongue against that sensitive spot, just underneath the head flare. Running my tongue around the rim of your head. You respond by lifting your hips. I watch as you move, feeling the want that you have. The need to be in me more than you are now.

I can feel the swelling of your cock, and I know from watching your eyes that your orgasm is not far away. I cradle your balls in my hand and begin a sensual massage of them. I can see them drawing up as your body attempts to reach that point where you will forget all the nightmares. I suck your cock as far into my mouth as I can. Sliding my mouth up and down the length of you. I feel your body tense and I see your eyes close. 

I feel the hot cum hit the back of my throat and hear your words, as you release the nightmares. I continue to lightly suck you dry. I watch as the expression on your face changes, knowing that you become very sensitive after you cum. Swallowing what you have given me, I look up you. Watching you look at me in quiet contentment, knowing that you are sated and can rest again. I crawl up the bed, cradle you in my arms, and talk softly to you as you drift back to sleep. Watching you, making sure that you sleep without the fear of the nightmares. Forever watching over you, my love. 



Watching



My partner Marylin and I enjoyed a wide range of sexual activities together and we had both lost any sexual inhibitions we may have had many years ago.

Both of us were in our early forties and were in good physical condition. We had often fantasised while having sex about another women watching us in bed. The other woman could sit on a chair and watch us, talk and comment as much as she liked, preferably become extremely turned on, but she would not be allowed to participate.

One Friday night one of Marylin’s female friends joined us for dinner in our city apartment. Good food, even better wine and stimulating conversation, which towards the end of the second bottle, turned to sex and in particular our sex life.

Marylin took great delight in telling her friend, not for the first time I suspect, how she especially liked me to fuck her. The first step involved Marylin dressing in nothing more than perfume, high heels and a g-string to highlight her brilliant arse, and getting me as hard as a rock using a range of foreplay and techniques which included a mouth full of ice among other equally erotic methods. 

When Marylin had me almost fully aroused she would then insist upon me kissing and licking the cheeks of her glorious arse as she stood with her legs apart and arms raised with one of her hands resting on a wall and the other grasping and measuring my cock until in her words “You are rock hard and ready to fuck me really good.” 

Marylin seemed a little agitated as she recounted to her friend with a knowing smile, “He has a rather pretty and big, thick cock you know.” Her words arousing me as I watched Marylin’s friends obvious mental turn on.

With that Marylin disappeared into the bathroom in our bedroom and I thought that was the end of that particular conversation. 

Marylin’s friend and I switched the conversation to far more mundane and arcane matters and we began to wonder what had happened to Marylin.

In due course Marylin reappeared from the bathroom and it became obvious why she had been gone so long. Wearing a very confident smile, high heels and nothing else other than a g-string Marylin slowly walked back into the room, smiling and switching eye contact between her friend and me. 

Emboldened by the wine and without saying a word Marylin approached and kissed her friend long and hard while she was she was still seated at the dinner table, at the same time looking out of the corner of her eye at me and enjoying the obvious effect her kiss was having on me. 

Marylin then turned her attention to me and tongue kissed me with a passion that I never experienced from her before. But then, no one had ever watched her kiss me before while she was wearing nothing but high heels and a g-string.

Her friend’s smile indicated that she was not in the least uncomfortable with what was happening in front of her as I returned Marylin’s passion and felt my erection straining under my clothes.

Marylin took me by the hand and still without saying a single word she stood with her legs apart and two hands on the wall and indicated for me to lick and kiss her glorious arse as her friend watched fascinated. 

“Show my friend just how pretty your big thick cock is” were the first words Marylin had spoken since she had come back from the bathroom as she turned and started pulling at my clothes. In no time Marylin had her wish and her friend seemed to be beaming her tacit approval as Marylin took one hand of each of us and led us into the bedroom.

“Well, is his cock as good as I have been telling you?” Marylin asked as we walked to the bedroom.

“I am most impressed” was the only response.

“Sit there and you can watch” Marylin instructed her friend as she indicated a chair a short distance from the bed and led me to the bed.

“Take my g-string off and fuck me from behind while my friend watches. Show her what you can do”, Marylin instructed as she laid on the bed directly facing her friend with my rock hard cock in her hand.

Always eager to please I assumed my position and took one of Marylin’s glorious arse cheeks in each hand as I slowly thrust into her from behind and watched the reaction from her friend. 

“Is he really hard and thick Marylin?”

“Extremely.”

“Is he right up you?”

“Not yet. Come on fuck me harder.”

“Is he a good fuck?”

“The best. Come on, fuck me harder.”

“I love the sound of him slapping into your arse cheeks.”

“Good. Fuck me harder. Harder.”

“You two are really turning me on.”

“Harder. Harder. Give it to me.”

“I always wanted to watch him fucking you Marylin.”

“Do you like hearing him slapping against my arse.”

“I am so turned on.”

“Not as turned on as me. Watching you, watching me being fucked like this this is heaven. Harder. Faster. Push me over the top”

“Are getting close?”

“Very. Show her how good you really are. Harder. Faster. Give it to me.”

The timbre in the voice of Marylin’s friend indicated that she was as turned on as both of us were and feel sure that the three of us had simultaneous orgasms. 



Watching



I have lived in five apartment buildings over the last five years. Each year as the lease ends, and I am once again sick of the view, I move on to a new one. I have always forgotten to take view into consideration when choosing a place. Then I wonder why I always get stuck with a living room facing the street, a bedroom facing an alley, and bathroom with no windows. It usualy hits me at night, as I lay down to sleep and my thoughts start to wander towards the fantasies that keep me awake a little longer. 

Every time I hear a female voice from a nearby apartment or the click of high heels passing by, I leap to the window and try to catch a glimpse, hoping that maybe this time she will stop and stand where I can see, maybe show a little thigh, maybe sit up onto the railing so I can get a look up her short skirt that the wind will catch and lift, revealing that she isn't wearing anything underneath. 

She would try to hold down the skirt so anyone passing by wouldn't think she was some kind of exhibitionist but she would know that I was watching and she would know that I had been hard since I heard her voice, had been stroking my cock since she sat up on ther railing, and the thought that I had cum when her skirt blew up would make her pussy drip. 

But like I said I have always lived in apartments where there was no view. Just my little fantasy about what I would like my view to be. 

Then, about three months ago, I moved into my new place. I usually notice beautiful women anywhere, I guess as any guy does, and the same little two second fantasy of her looking back, turning instantly so turned on that she has to run over and fuck me right then and there passes through my head. Even with my arms full of boxes and her's full of bags, I noticed and could swear she noticed right back. My new neighbor, a gorgeous brunnette. She looked to be about 35, had a tight little body and her red tank top held her braless tits perfectly. I could see her erect nipples poke through her shirt from where I stood. 

I remembered when I moved in I had been glad to find that I looked out at three picture windows in the house next door. They all had open shades and great views of a living room, a dining room, and a bedroom. There was also a small window, that looked in on a bathroom right off the bedroom. I got inside, dropped my boxes and looked out my bedroom window to see that view again.

There she was, at her front door, letting herself in. She left the door open behind her and a few seconds later I saw her enter the bedroom and start unpacking the clothes she had just bought. She started putting them away and I hoped that she would try something on, that I would catch a glimpse of those erect nipples, as the red tank-top slid off over her head.

I realized that somewhere along the way, I had undone my pants and my hand was working at a throbbing erection. Whether she was taking her clothes off or not, I was about to ejaculate all over my newly painted walls while I watched her unpack. She left the room and entered the bathroom. Please take a shower. Please leave the window open and the shower curtain open and let me watch you get wet. Let me watch while you soap up your tits and let the water run over your pussy. Let me watch while you sit under the flowing water and masturbate, your finger sliding in and out of your pussy...

Oh! She's looking!

I came instantly. I couldn't look away from her. She was looking right at me. How long had she been there? Could she see what I was doing? She waved. Cum was dripping off my right hand so I lifted my left hand and waved. I tried to look casual. She smiled and I smiled and turned away. I sat on the bed and breathed, finally. 

I couldn't return to the window until later that night when it was dark and I knew if I turned out my lights, she wouldn't be able to see in. I just had the feeling that she would be waiting to catch me watching her again. She wasn't. The rooms I could see were all empty and dark.

The next day as I woke up, I heard the shower gowing next door. I creeped over to the window and peeled open the venetian blinds. I did not want to get caught two days in a row. Her bathroom window was open. She must be in the shower - I can hear the water running. The thoughts of her taking a shower with the window open - the same window she had waved to me from, so she knew I could see in - were running through my head fast.

The water stopped. Her hand reached out and grabbed a towel. Step out. Step out of the shower before you wrap the towel around. But she didn't hear me I guess. She stepped out with the towel draped around her chest, showing a little cleavage and just low enough to cover her ass. But her shoulders were wet and her toned, tanned legs were glistening. She hadn't dried off yet.

She walked into the bedroom and walked to the center of the room, by the foot of the bed, where an out fit was laid out. I could see her head to toe in there, since the bedroom had sliding glass doors that let out onto a second-story deck. She stood there for a second, like she was thinking about something, then crossed to the dresser on the far wall, he back to me and started brushing her hair. I reached down and slid down my zipper. My hand reached inside.

She walked back to the bed and dropped her towel to the floor. I was sitting there looking at her totally naked, glistening, clean body and I had to take my cock out of my pants. I was hard as a rock. She bent to pick up the towel, her ass bent seductively in my direction. She started drying off her body finally, almost seeming to make sure that every angle she stood allowed me to see as much as possible. I was stroking my cock in rythym to her drying motions with the towel.

Somehow her act of dressing was as sexy as any strip show I could ever imagine. I watched as she slowly bent and slid her black thong panties up her legs and settled them tight against her pussy and around her hips and ass. She slid a white tank top down over her body. No bra again. I could see the edge of the shirt catch on her hard nipples for a second as she pulled the front of her shirt down. She bent away again for her shorts giving me another beautiful ass view. She stood up and I saw that her shorts were so short that another inch gone would have revealed ass cheek in back and anything bigger than a thong in front. Then she sat on the corner of the bed facing me and leaned down to put on her shoes, some sexy little black heels slipped onto the ends of her long legs. She had her legs spread just enough that I could see as far up her thighs as those short shorts would allow, which was almost all the way.

I had opened the venetian blinds so that I wouldn't have to hold them with my left hand. I had stood up in front of the window when she bent over because I was imagining taking her from behind. But I only realized now that my body was visible from about mid-thigh up. I was standing there with no shirt, just the shorts I had slept in, and I was stroking my cock in full view of her room. I was putting on quite a show. And she was watching.

She sat there on the edge of her bed, smiling up at me as I came. My head rocked back, but I never stopped looking over at her. And she never stopped looking back. She walked over to her blinds and slowly closed them. The show was over.

I was still standing there when she walked out the front door. She smiled to herself as she walked down her front steps, got in the car and drove away. But she never looked over.

I was out all day and when I got back, I saw that her car was in the driveway. I got inside and went to the window. She was in her bedroom sitting at a chair at the desk, her back to me, her bare legs visible to each side of the chair, her naked shoulders just sitting above the back of the chair, which had a nightgown draped over it, hiding the rest of her body. 

I pulled open the blinds all the way and stood in front of the window, sliding my shirt over my head, then bending to slip off my pants. My erection already a bulge in my boxers. I slipped out the front of the boxers and started stroking. But it wasn't enough. I had to slip the boxers off too and before I knew it I was standing head to toe naked in front of my window, jerking off for anyone who might happen to look in.

I looked closer and noticed her hands had been in her lap all this time, she didn't seem to move. Except her shoulders were moving slighlty and sometimes her elbows would lean out beyond the sides of the chair and I could see that her arms were moving up and down. When I stood up finally naked, and started jerking off for her, her shoulders started moving faster. I was starting to think she was looking in the mirror to watch herself masturbate.

In the mirror, I was hoping to find a view of her fingers playing with her pussy, her tits bouncing, squeezed between her arms while she fingered herself, her erect nipples finally free of the shirt. But I could only see her bouncing shoulders. And her face. She could see me in the reflection and was watching me. I started stroking my cock a little faster and saw that her shoulders were keeping pace. Her head tilted back as she moved faster but she kept her gaze on me through her reflection. 

Then she stood up and turned to face me. She was wearing only her thong, which was pulled aside to give room for her right hand which had one finger inside her. She bent slowly to slip off the thong then walked to the bed, her finger never leaving her pussy, just slowly sliding in and out. She sat on the corner, spreading her legs wide open. As she slid her finger in and out in perfect rhythym with the motion of my hand sliding up and down, I could feel her pussy sliding down over my cock. I could feel how wet she was and how her ass cheeks would feel against my thighs as she rode me, how her tits would bounce in front of my face, my toungue flicking against her hard nipples.

Her fingers moved faster and my hand stroked harder. I could feel myself about to reach orgasm and pictured myself standing over her masturbating body. I wanted to stand there watching her and her watching me as I shot my load of cum all over her chest. As if I could reach from there, I came all over the window, the cum dripping down in big streaks. She watched me cum and slid two fingers deep inside her pussy with her left hand, using her right hand to stroke her clit faster and faster, her body pulsating and bucking as she came.

I reached for the blinds and pulled the string to close them. As they closed and she dissapeared from view, she licked her fingers and blew me a kiss. I waved and let the blinds close. The show was over for now.



Watching



Making my way through the deep sand towards the dune where I had seen the bird, I was careful to be as quiet as possible. Here in New England it was rare just to have seen a Crane, to be able to watch one from close up would be something to remember. Arriving at the base of the dune I started slowly crawling up its face. I didn't know where the Crane was and I didn't want to surprise it, hell it could be on top of the dune for all I knew. I wanted to be careful and from the top of the dune I would be able to look all around. Hopefully I would see the bird as well as a way to get close enough to it.

Crawling over the top of the dune I found myself in sparse long bladed beach grass. The wind was blowing lightly, cooling me slightly as it dried the sweat on my skin. Rising to my knees I looked around but to my surprise I didn't see the Crane. I wasn't disappointed though because roughly thirty yards away a young woman was setting up a blanket against the face of a dune. As I watched from my vantage point she slowly spread out a blue blanket, anchoring the corners with a small bag, her shoes, and a handful of sand. Done with this she stood and slowly started peeling off her clothes. I expected to see a bikini appear from beneath her skirt and blouse, instead I saw she was wearing nothing but her skin. Intrigued I looked around a bit and seeing a deeper channel running through the sand beside my dune towards where she was now getting ready to catch some sun I headed down towards it. 

Climbing into the gully I crawled towards where this mysterious woman was now sunbathing. Why I was so interested in her I didn't know. I was happily married and had no interest in cheating on my wife. Maybe it was just curiosity that drove me through the hot sandy gully towards her. When I reached the end of the gully I raised my head enough to take a look around. I found I was maybe ten feet away from this stranger, but my view of her was partially blocked by a short bush.

Patiently I slowly eased my way out of the gully until I was fully exposed behind the bush. If she were to look in my direction she would surely see me, but that didn't seem likely. As I looked at her closely I had to stifle a gasp of surprise. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever had the good luck to gaze upon. The skin of her face, arms, and legs beneath the knees was tanned a dark brown, while the rest of her incredible body was almost a translucent white. Her black hair was spread out around her head on the blanket, framing a classically oriental face. Slowly my eyes moved down her body, noting her small yet firm breasts. They looked like they were made to be touched. Her nipples and aureole were much larger and darker than I expected, almost begging me to suck on them. Viewing her from the side as I was I could see them in profile, and watched in amazed wonder as the nipples hardened, almost as though she could feel me watching her. As my eyes wandered even further down her nude body my eyes feasted on how her belly dipped in before swelling to her hips. The leg closest to me was raised, bent at the knee while beyond it I could see her other leg stretched out. I could barely see that the hand on the side away from me was draped over her belly. I knew I had to see more of this wonderful woman.

Stepping from behind the bush I eased my way to the side so I could get a better look at this woman. The only sounds I could hear were the wind whispering through the dunes, the squeaking of the hard packed sand beneath my feet, and of course the pounding of my heart. Further and further I went, knowing that at any time she could open her eyes and see me. It didn't matter though, I just had to get a better look at her. When I had circled around her far enough that I was standing nearly at her feet I could finally see her in her entirety. As I allowed my gaze to wend it's way up her legs I was pleasantly surprised that she was neither shaven nor young as I had at first thought. When I had first caught sight of her I had thought she was maybe eighteen, now I could see I was wrong. This woman was about twenty five, an adult in the prime of her life. Her arm was resting on her leg, her hand placed just above the juncture of her thighs. Drawing my eyes away from this sight I let them travel higher and higher up her body. Now I could see just how perfectly shaped for her body her breasts were. The contrast of the coloring between her arms and lower legs with the rest of her body was startling. Almost as startling as the sight of her laying there watching me looking at her. When I saw this I gasped and stepped back, only to stop when she smiled and raised a hand as though to halt me. Seeing that I had stopped she lowered her hand again, this time resting it on her belly. As I watched in amazement she slowly slid her hand up her belly until it was resting just beneath her breasts. Seeing that I was still watching she smiled again and moved her hand even further up her body until it was cupping one of her small breasts.

It was almost as though she knew I wouldn't touch her. Closing her eyes she sighed as she started rubbing her fingertips over her nipple making it even harder than before. Mesmerized I watched as she continued this, shifting her hand back and forth between her breasts, kneading them and playing with her nipples until both of them were as hard as marbles. I had forgotten about her other hand until she quietly gasped while arching her back. Looking at her in concern I noticed her other hand was as busy as the first. This one was between her legs, slowly sliding her fingers up and down her slit visibly excited with it's lips sticking out through her sparse pubic hair. When I saw this the breath hissed between my teeth, the sound of which surprised her almost as though she had forgotten I was standing there. Opening her eyes she looked at me then just nodded and smiled when she saw me unconsciously rubbing myself through the thin fabric of my bathing suit. Laying her head back she closed her eyes again and continued what she had been doing. This time though she spread her legs wider, lifting both knees as though to give me a better view. Emboldened by this I stepped closer while stepping out of my shorts. Stopping just short of her feet I watched mesmerized as her hands played with her body, my own hands busy slowly stroking the length of my cock in time with her movements.

The lips of her sex slowly spread even more as she became more and more excited by what she was doing. Her hands sped up then slowed down again several times, my own matching her rhythm without my thinking about it. Each time she did this it brought me to the edge of an orgasm before letting me relax again. From my close vantage point I watched as this incredible woman slid one then two fingers inside of herself making her groan in delight. With her other hand she was still playing with her breasts, only now her touch wasn't quite as gentle as it had been. She was squeezing her breasts as though she were trying to pop them, when she touched her nipples she pulled and pinched them. As a flush spread across her skin she moved her hand down her body so both hands were between her legs. With the one hand she spread open her lips while with the other she continued stroking her slickly glazed fingers in and out. Even though I couldn't see it I knew her hand was rubbing against her clit as she stroked herself. The thought of this was almost as much of a turn on as the sight of this woman playing with herself in front of me. Slowly now she picked up the pace of her movements, my own following along with hers until my hand was a blur along the length my shaft.

As the flush spread across her skin I looked up at her face to find her eyes were now open and watching me intently. I watched as she lifted a hand and beckoned me to come closer as she spread her legs even wider. Stepping even closer so I was standing between her feet I watched as she dropped her hand again to her sex only to raise it to her lips. Once more she did this only now she held her hand out to me as if in offering. Stepping even closer I leaned down so I could touch her hand with my lips, smelling and then tasting her on her slender fingers as she easily slipped them between my lips so I was sucking on them.. The instant she felt my lips close around her fingers and the gentle tug of me sucking on them she groaned then arched her back as her orgasm started washing over her. When I tried to pull back, feeling my own orgasm starting she pulled her hand away from my mouth and grabbed one of my hands holding me in place while I stroked myself to my own orgasm.

As startled as I was I couldn't help it when I felt my own muscles clenching as I shot one then two thick ropes of my seed onto her fantastic body. I could feel the rest of my load dribbling down over my still moving fingers as she let go of my hand to rub me into her skin. Finally I stepped back, still gasping for breath wondering at what had just happened. Turning I looked down to find my bathing suit, picking it up I turned back to this wonderfully free and erotic woman only to find her gone. Not only was she gone but so was everything else of hers, her blanket, her clothes, everything was gone. The only sign that she had been there was the slight indentation in the sand where she had lain. Looking around I tried to see where she had run off to so fast but couldn't see any sign of her. Turning back to the dune I was wondering if this had really happened or if it had just been a figment of my imagination only to see a slight movement at the base of the dune.

Stepping over to the object blowing in the wind I was surprised to see it was a single large white feather. I couldn't understand why it wasn't moving so I knelt down to look at it closer. Picking it up I saw a single thin gold chain wrapped around the quill and hanging down into the sand. Pulling the chain gently I watched as a small Jade Pendant in the shape of a Crane emerged from the sand. Strangely enough the Crane seemed to be smiling at me as I pulled the chain over my head.



Watching



She was wearing her sexiest outfit. It hugged her body and pushed her breasts up and out. She looked in the bathroom mirror. She liked what she saw. And she wanted to see more. 

He was waiting in the bedroom. She spent a minute smoothing out the wrinkles in the outfit. As she did so, she became excited by the feel of the material and of her hands moving over her body. For a moment her hands became almost disembodied as she watched them caress her. Her pleasure increased as she anticipated watching his hands on her. 

She sauntered into the bedroom and enjoyed seeing his eyes roam over her body, wanting her. She climbed on the bed and knelt up, facing the wall mirror. He knelt up behind her and reached his arms around her. His mouth sought out the side of her neck as his hands ran up and down her sides. She leaned her head back, watching in the mirror, as he kissed and stroked her. She could see him watching too. She knew he liked it, as she could feel him harden behind her. 

His hands moved to her breasts. She reached behind and held his hips, pushing into him slightly while he began to gently massage her breasts. She leaned back onto him, all the time watching, as he squeezed tighter. She arched her back and he reached up and pulled down the front of her outfit, exposing her breasts. Her nipples were hard. She reached up and stroked them while his hands slid down her body to her hips, then between her thighs. She played hard with her nipples, feeling herself come. 

His hand glided very gently over her moistening panties. She spread her legs further, and enjoyed the exposed inner thighs. So did he, and he pushed into her behind with his hardness. She moaned, and bent forward, twisting slightly so she was almost side on to the mirror. Take me, she said. I want to watch as you take me. 

He pushed her down so she was on all fours. She could see his hand as his fingers played with her lips, feeling the wetness and spreading it over them. She pushed into his fingers and gasped as she watched his finger slide into her. Oh yes, she said. More. I want more. He was hard and ready for her, but she reached behind and played with him, all the time watching while he fingered her. She took her hand from him and offered herself. 

Take me, she said. I want you inside me now. He placed his penis between her lips and writhed his hips so his penis circled those hot wet lips. She loved watching his hard cock teasing her, making her want more. 

She pushed back onto him. He took hold of her hips and entered her slowly and deeply. She watched his cock disappear inside her then emerge as he began to pull out, but not all the way. She could see her own lips moist and open for him. Slowly but firmly he entered her again, and she felt him fill her inside. 

He kept up a rhythm of long strong strokes that teased her into orgasm. Faster, she said, and watched as he began to push deeper, harder and faster into her. Oh yes, that's so good, she said. I like it. I like watching you fuck me. Fuck me harder. Now he held her tight and slammed into her again and again, fucking her hard. She dropped her head into the bed so her screams would be muffled, and felt herself tighten around his penis as she came very hard. But they weren't finished. He pulled her back up and turned her slightly so that they were kneeling up again, facing the mirror. He extended his legs beneath him so she could sit on his cock.

She watched in the mirror opposite and saw him entering her and her hand playing with him as he did so. She wanted it hard now, and drove down onto him, playing with her clitoris, her breasts, his cock, anything that heightened this feeling. His hands held her hips firmly and he began to push and pull her onto him, taking up the rhythm. Oh yes, that felt good. And it felt good to see her being entered by him, to watch him sliding in and out of her. 

As the pace quickened she watched him slamming into her now, and she played hard with her clitoris. I want your come inside me, she said. I want to feel you come inside me. Oh god, I'm coming so hard, she cried. Her hips and hands were a blur now as the pace became frantic. She was bucking on him, fucking him hard. Oh yeah, that's it. I like it. It's so good, she screamed. She was lost in orgasm, and then felt him begin to control the pace again. 

He was moving with powerful thrusts that told her he was near to coming. She let him take hold of her hips and she played with her breast, her clitoris and his cock as he thrust again and again. His moans became urgent and she felt him grow even bigger and harder inside her. 

Oh yes, I like it, she screamed. I love watching you fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. His thrusts became frenzied and he lifted her up as he pushed so hard. She was loving watching fucking her and coming and felt every pulse as he finally exploded inside her as she rubbed his cock and her clitoris at the same time, bringing herself off one more time. Eventually their rhythm slowed, and they stopped. She waited a short while to once again look at him inside her beautiful pussy. What a lovely sight.



Watching



I sit there watching in time and space; I am so lonely I have not seen my kind for thousands of millions of years. The sense of time means nothing to me, because I am "when" when ever I want to be.

Unlike other beings I am continuous through space and time .I am then, I am now, I am the future but that does not help me. I long for my kind. But I am doomed. To find another there is no hope. I know, I see, I have seen.

My very existence means that I know I will never find another of my kind. I know only loneliness. What can I do to occupy my mind? To me nothing is unknown I see it all, past, present and future. I am it all.

I see the formation of everything from nothingness. I see the galaxies come into existence; the suns form and the planets form around the suns. I watch them solidify, I watch the seas and oceans form, I see mountains on tiny planets form. I see the tiniest forms of life evolve into more complex forms as the structure of life tries to evolve into something that can exist for eternity.

Life tries to become as I: to exist for eternity, but to no avail, I alone have that, and the loneliness that goes with it. Oh! For the company of my own kind, my heart yearns for this, but it is not to be. 

Galaxies come and go. Time is nothing. Space and time are nothing, but existence is everything. To exist is to "be". I exist and I am! Life forms through out eternity try to become as I, to exist through out time and space. They are doomed to nothingness. Just as I am doomed; I am doomed to be alone with my loneliness.

I watch the creatures come and go, some big, some small, some good, some bad all trying to survive. Life knows that to survive is the truth of its existence. Survival is the hardest of all for it to do. To survive for a short time is hard enough, a thousand years, a hundred thousand years the creatures think they are all but invincible. 

Then it strikes! A comet hits the planet; there is almost total extinction of all large life only a few fish and very small animals survive. To survive is difficult; to exist for a very long time is so hard to do. To have the courage to plan and to have the resources and the intelligence to implement it is so difficult. Most think only for the present time, they cannot see the future as I can, they do not know the errors of their ways. Some think they have found the way, only to be exterminated by the events beyond their control.

I watch! Should I become involved with these things? That I do not know, can I really help? For a time I can; that I know, but through their lives I know they cannot escape the fate that awaits them, I see them born, struggle to survive, and die.

Through out eternity it is the same. The quest for survival is there, that need to "be". I alone know I will survive, because I "am". I am then, I am now, and I am the future. I am not doomed in the sense of survival, of existence, only I am doomed to be eternally lonely.

Is that worse then? To me it is; just because! Because of my existence I know what can and cannot be. To some I would have no problems at all; but I have loneliness above all other things: I can never escape that.

If I befriend some creatures, they can keep me company for a time, I can play with their lives, I can become of one with them, but I know the truth, of what is to be.

I cannot tell them because they will not, and do not listen to me; they all think they know best. I know the future, they do not, but they think that they know best. Their little minds cannot see beyond now, they spend their time trying to better their kind. To out do one and other, these are but short term gains. These gains so far out weighed by what I know. They will not listen to me, I can love them but to what point? If I love them they turn their backs on me, I know. I see. I have done.

I try to get them to know me. To understand that I know the past, the present the future and that I can help. If they would only follow me they could nearly have what they strive for, but never quite all that they strive for; that is the one thing .The only unattainable thing that they can never have. If they could have that, I would not be alone for eternity but that they can never have.

They are doomed, this I cannot change, would I change it if I could? Would I? Did I?



Watching



I'm crouched behind a tree, looking into the window of your computer room. But of course you don't know that. God bless the architect that put that floor-to-ceiling window in your office. I've been watching you – this session at least – for about an hour now. I've been watching you while you sit at your computer. You must be chatting again, because your lips are almost constantly curled into a smile; those luscious red lips, so soft and moist. Oh yes, tonight's going to be a good night.

I have an almost unobstructed view of your body from here. The arm of the chair blocks your hips upper thighs, so from where I'm crouched, it doesn't look like you're wearing any shorts or underwear at all. Perfect. You're probably wearing boxers or panties maybe. But in my mind, you're bare to the world. Rather, bare to just your computer and me. 

I can see the round mass of your breasts beneath your arm as you type. You're wearing my favorite pink camisole today, but of course you don't know that. It hugs the weight of your breasts beautifully, holding them up and apart as if they were on display solely for my admiration. I don't know what kind of support you've got going on, if any, and it doesn't matter to me. I want to play with them. I want to squeeze them and crush them in my hands. So beautiful they are.

I'm only about twenty feet away from where you sit. I'm surprised you can't see me, even though it's dark out here in the woods. But I guess that's what makes this so much fun. I'm close enough to see you biting your bottom lip and the sparkle in your eye. You're having another one of your naughty conversations, aren't you? Such a naughty girl you are. Such a very naughty girl that needs a spanking across her--

I start a little bit when you rise abruptly from your chair. I catch a glimpse of the black thong underwear you're wearing, wedged between the perfect globes of your ass, and I can't wait any longer. I was hoping to catch a glimpse of your tits again, but I can't wait that long. Oh, how I wish you could see this. I wish you could see how hard and horny you make me. How your naughtiness is so contagious. Oh, the night breeze feels so good on my cock. I bet it's what your breath would feel like just before you plunged me into your mouth. I long for the day I can experience that, but for now if I don't look down, I can imagine it's your hand pumping my shaft.

You appear again in the window, eating something out of a bowl. I notice immediately that your nipples are hard, pressing out against your camisole. You must not be wearing a bra if your nipples are that huge. God, they look so delicious. You take another spoonful as you sit down and I see it's ice cream. Ah yes, your nipples must have gotten hard from the cold air of your freezer. Oh my dear, how I'd love to flick those nipples with my tongue! 

Your hand feels amazing on my cock; you have such a strong, confident stroke. It's just what I need.

Wait, what was that...? Did your hand just slip down between your legs? I think it did. You're typing again now... you look around you. Did your internet lover just ask you to do something naughty? Are you making sure no one will see you? Go on ahead, sweetheart. No one around but us squirrels. Your arms cross over your belly and... I can't see exactly what's happening. But I don't need to wait any longer. With a quick motion, you pull the tiny camisole up over your head and toss it to the floor. Your big, beautiful breasts jiggle as they come free. Oh god, baby, your hand.... I think you're just noticing your nipples now. You give them a quick squeeze before going back to type. 

Your hand is pumping my cock faster now, stroking the hard, solid member. In my imagination I can see my dick slipping between those gorgeous mounds. 

Oh my god... Your hand DID go between your legs! God damnit, I wish I could see what your fingers are doing. You're rocking in your chair, one hand plunged between your legs, the other pinching and twisting your engorged nipples as your eyes flicker back and forth across the screen. The glow of the monitor illuminates your hair, face, and chest, making you a glowing angel in the middle of your dark house. It's almost like you want me to watch. 

You gasp, your eyes growing wider as you read. Are you imagining your cyber-lover's cock inside your delicate mound, my dear? Pretending you're getting fucked while you play with your clit? Oh how I wish I could bury my monstrous erection inside your body. I would... mmmm yes, faster my love. Faster and harder. Your hand... feels so good... yes, that's it.... you know just how I like it... mmmm... Yeah... pump harder.... squeeze a little bit more.... oh.... YES!! 

Oh such a treasure you are, my lovely. Such a treasure you are with your beautiful body. Maybe one of these nights we can get together and live out our fantasies together.



Watching



She was wearing her sexiest outfit. It hugged her body and pushed her breasts up and out. She looked in the bathroom mirror. She liked what she saw. And she wanted to see more. 

He was waiting in the bedroom. She spent a minute smoothing out the wrinkles in the outfit. As she did so, she became excited by the feel of the material and of her hands moving over her body. For a moment her hands became almost disembodied as she watched them caress her. Her pleasure increased as she anticipated watching his hands on her. 

She sauntered into the bedroom and enjoyed seeing his eyes roam over her body, wanting her. She climbed on the bed and knelt up, facing the wall mirror. He knelt up behind her and reached his arms around her. His mouth sought out the side of her neck as his hands ran up and down her sides. She leaned her head back, watching in the mirror, as he kissed and stroked her. She could see him watching too. She knew he liked it, as she could feel him harden behind her. 

His hands moved to her breasts. She reached behind and held his hips, pushing into him slightly while he began to gently massage her breasts. She leaned back onto him, all the time watching, as he squeezed tighter. She arched her back and he reached up and pulled down the front of her outfit, exposing her breasts. Her nipples were hard. She reached up and stroked them while his hands slid down her body to her hips, then between her thighs. She played hard with her nipples, feeling herself come. 

His hand glided very gently over her moistening panties. She spread her legs further, and enjoyed the exposed inner thighs. So did he, and he pushed into her behind with his hardness. She moaned, and bent forward, twisting slightly so she was almost side on to the mirror. Take me, she said. I want to watch as you take me. 

He pushed her down so she was on all fours. She could see his hand as his fingers played with her lips, feeling the wetness and spreading it over them. She pushed into his fingers and gasped as she watched his finger slide into her. Oh yes, she said. More. I want more. He was hard and ready for her, but she reached behind and played with him, all the time watching while he fingered her. She took her hand from him and offered herself. 

Take me, she said. I want you inside me now. He placed his penis between her lips and writhed his hips so his penis circled those hot wet lips. She loved watching his hard cock teasing her, making her want more. 

She pushed back onto him. He took hold of her hips and entered her slowly and deeply. She watched his cock disappear inside her then emerge as he began to pull out, but not all the way. She could see her own lips moist and open for him. Slowly but firmly he entered her again, and she felt him fill her inside. 

He kept up a rhythm of long strong strokes that teased her into orgasm. Faster, she said, and watched as he began to push deeper, harder and faster into her. Oh yes, that's so good, she said. I like it. I like watching you fuck me. Fuck me harder. Now he held her tight and slammed into her again and again, fucking her hard. She dropped her head into the bed so her screams would be muffled, and felt herself tighten around his penis as she came very hard. But they weren't finished. He pulled her back up and turned her slightly so that they were kneeling up again, facing the mirror. He extended his legs beneath him so she could sit on his cock.

She watched in the mirror opposite and saw him entering her and her hand playing with him as he did so. She wanted it hard now, and drove down onto him, playing with her clitoris, her breasts, his cock, anything that heightened this feeling. His hands held her hips firmly and he began to push and pull her onto him, taking up the rhythm. Oh yes, that felt good. And it felt good to see her being entered by him, to watch him sliding in and out of her. 

As the pace quickened she watched him slamming into her now, and she played hard with her clitoris. I want your come inside me, she said. I want to feel you come inside me. Oh god, I'm coming so hard, she cried. Her hips and hands were a blur now as the pace became frantic. She was bucking on him, fucking him hard. Oh yeah, that's it. I like it. It's so good, she screamed. She was lost in orgasm, and then felt him begin to control the pace again. 

He was moving with powerful thrusts that told her he was near to coming. She let him take hold of her hips and she played with her breast, her clitoris and his cock as he thrust again and again. His moans became urgent and she felt him grow even bigger and harder inside her. 

Oh yes, I like it, she screamed. I love watching you fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. His thrusts became frenzied and he lifted her up as he pushed so hard. She was loving watching fucking her and coming and felt every pulse as he finally exploded inside her as she rubbed his cock and her clitoris at the same time, bringing herself off one more time. Eventually their rhythm slowed, and they stopped. She waited a short while to once again look at him inside her beautiful pussy. What a lovely sight.



Watching



The darkness makes it hard to mark the passing of time. It feels like forever and only a few minutes at the same time. Thoughts of you pass through my mind. Your dress, flowing and colorful in shades of brown, rust, and earth; your low cut peasant top with bead work along the plunging neck line exposing the tops of your milky white breast as they are pushed up and together by your demi-bra; your flaming red hair, curly and bouncing, framing your face. Ah, your face. Beautiful, angelic, but with a devilish grin as applied just the right shade and amount of make-up to accentuate your natural beauty; and your eyes, piercing and blue, hypnotic to stare in to.

How long has it been since you left?

I hear giggling in the hallway. I hear the key card slide in and the door begins to open, spilling a wedge of light across the bed. I can see two figures entwined, silhouetted by the bright light pouring in around them, but no light is able to seep through between the figures.

The embrace continues as the room is again plunged into darkness by the closing of the door. I can hear low purrs of pleasure, smacking of lips, and the rustle of clothing falling to the floor.

The darkness is pierced by the bright flash of an orange flame coming from a lighter, which slowly dims to the soft glow of a small candle.

As my eyes adjust I can make out the soft, curvy figure of a woman, arms stretched out and moving up in a wide arc until they are above her head. Her eyes rolling back, and closing as a tiny gasps escape escapes her full lips, as the other figure, that of a man, strong backed is kissing his way down her chest. He briefly pauses at each breast, taking the firm, pink protruding nipples delicately between his lips before devilishly biting down on each in turn. Each hard nibble brings squirms from the woman, as well as, delicate, parted lipgrins of pleasureful pain from the object of his desire.

Downward he continues. Licking here, kissing there, until he reaches the soft patch of curly read hair between her thighs. The woman slides her legs up so slowly, giving her lover total access.

He is mesmerized. Staring down as the soft outer lips part to reveal just how badly she aches for him. He can smell her scent wafting up intoxicating him. He slowly lowers his head. Gently kissing along the outer areas, only increasing her anticipation, so slowly it's almost torture. Then his tongue touches her pearl. The affect is obvious as she writhes in pleasure from the simple touch. He is kissing, sucking, and licking her, gradually building up in intensity and speed to match her thrusting hips.

She can literally feel currents of electricity coursing through her body, all emanating from that one tiny area that he is paying so much attention to. Her juices are flowing even more freely than before as they mingle with her man's saliva. She can feel the wave building. Her hands come down to the back of his head. Her breathing is becoming ragged.

"Oh yes, don't stop! Please, oh yes!" explodes across the room as she then bites her lip. Her thighs have closed in around her source of pleasure also.

The sounds of ecstasy that only a woman can make are now filling the room as she twists and turns under the unrelenting, but satisfying assault of her lover.

Ever so slowly, the rush begins to ebb away. The man moves up from between her legs and they embrace in a deep kiss, tasting her self on his tongue.

As he slides up to kiss the woman, he keeps his body between her legs, his manhood replacing his tongue. There is little doubt about what he wants, as his hand guides his rigged tool into her.

They maintain the embrace. Then finally his moving becomes more pronounced. He's sliding in and out easily, a little bit further each time. Finally he is braced on his extended arms, his gaze held by those piercing, blue eyes as his full length moves back and forth.

Now his breathing is beginning to turn into grunts of passion. His pace is matched by the up-thrusting of her hips, only making him fill her more. An animal groan escapes as he plunges full into her and stays there.

She can feel his release deep inside of her. The warmth spreads across her entire being.

They collapse in an embrace of entwined limbs covered with the sweat of passion. Finally they separate. She watches as the man dresses. Playfully grabbing his exposed cheek before it's covered. He turns and kisses her before leaving. Again light spills briefly across the room as he exits the room.

Her head falls back on the soft pillows, a smile of contentment on her lips, one arm across her head, and one leg slightly bent at the knee, her sex opened towards me.

I move silently from the shadows where I've been sitting. I can barely control my breathing as my sex, full and pulsating, leads me towards the bed. I slide up from the foot of the bed, gently kissing her foot. Then her ankle. I follow her leg, allowing it to guide me kissing the smooth, white flesh along the way.

The scent of sex is heavy upon the air. I'm consumed by it. Pulled by it. I'm finally there. I begin to run my tongue up from her deliciously round bottom, following the trail of mixed juices, to their origin. There, right before me is her beautiful sex, open, a mixture of her nectar and his seed, begging for attention. My tongue has never broke contact with the delicate flesh. I begin to delve into her opening, licking up as much as I can. Occasionally, I lightly flit my tongue across her most sensitive area.

Her undulations are increasing. Her hips are now thrusting up to meet my mouth. She is directing me where to go. I begin to suckle and nibble her button. Her moans build and grow.

"Oh, baby, I need you now," she manages between gasps. "Please, put it inside me."

I slide up face to face and we embrace as we roll over. She now straddles me and lowers herself ever so slowly. I can feel ever contour of her velvet walls as they engulf me. She is milking me. I can feel the remainder of the mixed juices running down my shaft and over my cleanly shaved sack.

She starts rocking back and forth. I match her rhythm. Her hands are in her hair, mine are clutching the bed sheet. I know that I won't last long. I sit up and we wrap our legs around each other, all while remaining joined, and embrace. We begin kissing madly, passionately. All-consuming kisses of lust and love. 

She pulls away and whispers in my ear, "Cum in me, baby." 

And I do. As guttural sounds comes not from my mouth, but from deep within me. I am buried as deeply and fully as can be. I feel the torrent of fluid erupt out of me, filling her very essence. My face is pressed into her breast as she holds me tight.

I look up and see a beautiful smile, framed by the soft glow of the lone candle.

"I love you baby," she says, "I love you so much."

"I love you too," is all I can manage right now, but only for now.



Watching



My best friend had come to stay for the weekend and had brought a surprise guest with her. Her boyfriend. Not a bad thing you would think considering mine was there too except, we didn't get on. He is one of those low life guys, does nothing for anyone unless he is going to get something out of it himself, treats her like dirt and she lets him get away with it. The whole situation had been driving me mad for months, I was constantly amazed they were still together, but any time I asked her why she let him get away with it she just smiled and said, "He has his good points, you just don't see them." Of course as her best mate, I worry about her and care too much to push my feelings about him.

So we had a reasonable dinner, I received lots of compliments regarding the beef, and we drank far too much red wine. Clive seemed to be on his best behaviour which, I admit did help things; I had almost begun to warm to him as I served desert, but as I came back into the room I heard he was busy trying to goad Darren into talking about what we got up too sexually. Something I might have been happy to talk to Sarah about, but not him. We ate the individual chocolate puddings and drank coffee, a short time later I made my excuses and Darren and I went to bed.

I could hear Sarah in the next room an hour or so later, she sounded annoyed, her voice was raised just enough for me to hear the tone. I could hear the sofa bed squeaking under their combined weight and movement and wondered if I should check things are ok, it sounded as if he was bullying her into something and I didn't like it. I crept out of my nice warm bed and pulled the satin robe form the end of the bed around my nakedness. Slightly tipsy from the wine, my head felt fuzzy as I made my way across the room and opened the bedroom door to slip out.

I padded silently down the hall until I reached the living room door. I knew if I opened it a crack, maybe 4 inches worth it would remain silent, any more and a creak would alert everyone in he house to my whereabouts. I slowly lowered the handle and pushed the door ajar. I took a second to adjust my vision and work out where the people and furniture was in the room.

Moonlight poured through the gaps in the blinds, throwing horizontal beams across everything. It gave the picture a surreal, distorted look, making it more difficult to see clearly. Then I saw a movement coming from the far side of the room, a shadow passing in front of the window.

Sarah was tall and slender; her figure almost boyish, small pert breasts jutted out form the front of her willowy frame, as long shapely legs carried her across in front of the unfolded bed. There she stands legs apart, her back to me, and hands on her hips. Her shoulder length hair which had been down over dinner now scooped up unto her head, elongating her swan like neck further. As my eyes adjusted further I could see Clive on the bed, the horizontal lines only lit up from his chest downwards, I couldn't see his face and his arms were up above his head. My eyes followed the lines of his muscular body, his legs outstretched and parted, and a magnificent cock, standing upright straining to make its 7 inches.

The image of the two of them was turning me on and I decided not to interrupt them just yet. For a moment I wondered if I should just close the door and creep back to bed, but I was too turned on by what was in front of me and Darren was snoring away in the bedroom, no chance of getting any relief there. So I stayed and watched the story unfold.

Sarah slowly crawled up onto the bed at Clive's feet, from where I was I could see the outline of her neat bottom making its way up his body, her head low, maybe licking his leg as she went? I couldn't be sure in this light. I thought she was going to stop at his cock but she carried on until she was straddling his waist. She then sat up and ran her hands the length of his chest. I heard him gasp and her giggle, she must have been digging her nails in I thought, as I ran my own across my exposed leg. She was now crawling higher up his body as he wriggled his way down the bed further; as he did so his head came into view stopping just below Sarah's parted legs.

I heard Sarah saying something in the same almost angry, forceful tone that had alerted me to their game in the first place. Before he had a chance to respond though she had lowered her body down over him, muffling any sound he may have been making. I gasped as I watched her hips moving back and forth rhythmically over her lovers face, her hands supporting her on the back of the sofa. I could hear her giving what sounded like instructions but I couldn't hear the words form the other side of the room, but as I watched I saw her reach behind herself and place her hands on his chest. She arched her back and thrust her pussy hard onto his face as she dug her fingertips deep into his flesh.

I heard a moan escape his mouth as he struggled to keep from screaming deep into her sex. She released her grip and I heard her hiss at him, "Keep sucking, and make one more sound like that and I will draw blood!" Her tone and words shocked me. I was amazed at the power she seemed to have over him, I couldn't see if his hands were tied or he was just holding them above his own head, it didn't really matter the image of my timid best friend riding her boyfriends face, making demands for her own pleasure was a big enough turn on.

I let my hand gently undo the robe I was wearing and I let my hands explore my hot body. My hand dipping down to my pussy and rubbing as I watched her rubbing hers upon his strong jaw. I leaned against the door frame, my view not ideal and my body ached as I tried to get a better look. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and tighter as I inserted two fingers and pressed the palm of my hand upwards against my sensitive clit, almost at the same moment as my hand was flooded with hot cum I saw Sarah's back arch further as she threw her head back and let out a long low groan, I was watching my best friend cum as she rode her passive boyfriends tongue for all it was worth.

As her orgasm subsided mine did too, and I gasped for air trying not to make a sound. Sarah was turning round, now facing the door I made sure I wasn't visible to her as I held my breath wondering what she was going to do next. She positioned her sex above Clive's face once more, but hovered above him. By now I could see his long tongue thrashing about as he tried to reach her dripping cunt, but she stayed just out of reach, a small smile on her lips as she teased him. She lowered her body and in a flash had swallowed his cock down into her mouth. I saw his hips buck at the surprise encounter and then relax as she let him slide out form between her glistening lips. Again another smile as she began rubbing the shaft up and down, inches from her face, her pussy still held hovering above him. His face now screwed up in a mixture of pleasure and frustration as he waited again for her to move.

I was now touching my breast and my pussy simultaneously, feeling so hot and horny I almost wanted to burst in and join them right then, but deep down I knew this was a whole lot more fun...for now.

Sarah still stroked her lovers cock, slow, methodical strokes, up and down, up and down. Now she took the tip in her mouth as her hand continued to work, maybe slightly faster, I don't know I simply mesmerised by the feeling of my own wet sex and the sight of her juicy lips engulfing his large cock. Without warning she changed the pace again, causing both me and Clive to jump, s she impaled her face on his cock she rammed her pussy down onto his waiting, open mouth. He flailed under her grip as she held his hips and rode his body once more. Now she was facing e I could hear her better and listened as her breath quickened and she began to moan softly. She was going to cum again and so was I. By now I had both hands at my sex, one holding myself open and applying pressure to the tight little nub the other thrusting wildly in and out of my wet hole. I bit down on my bottom lip and leant back against the door frame, as once again hot cum squirted out of my pussy and into my thrusting hand. I saw Sarah lift her head from his cock as she cried out, this time louder, her orgasm obviously too powerful for her to care about where she was.

At the sound of her screams and the obvious gush onto his face Clive came; a hot sticky fountain of cum, directed into Sarah's waiting face and onto her tits as she held the base of his cock. I watched as she slowly began licking the cum from around her mouth. Without warning a breeze blew through the house and the living room door slammed shut, my view blocked and aware I may be found if either of them came to investigate I grabbed my discarded robe and ran for my room.

As I got inside I went to close the door but didn't quite close it al the way. Slipping naked into bed beside Darren I could see the bathroom door through the 4 inch gap I had left. I slowly began to run myself up against Darren, knowing that if one of our visitors decided to make a trip to the bathroom, they would be able to see in. I slid the covers down to expose both our naked bodies as I felt Darren's cock come alive, totally unaware of what I hoped might happen.



Watching



Watching my next-door neighbor kneel in front of her boyfriend with her head bobbing up and down over his cock was quite a surprise. She's never closed her curtains and I've watched her for many years. Often sitting in the dark on the edge of my bed, stroking my cock. I was always enthralled by the size of her breasts and the thick but nicely shaped patch of hair between her legs. I would watch her come out of the shower or getting dressed to go out, trying on different outfits, checking herself in the mirror. I'd watch her turn to check her ass and cleavage (which always looked fine to me) then change to a different outfit. I'd watch her any time I could.

But this is the first time I've seen her in her room with a boyfriend. They had come in kissing and I could see his hands roaming all over her body. My cock instantly twitched as one of his hands disappeared under her dress. She was pressed close against him and his fingers were exploring her deeply. I took my usual seat to watch them and slowly started stroking my hardening cock.

She was enjoying his fingers under her dress. I could see her hips begin to press and gyrate against him. I watched as her hands fumbled with the zipper of his jeans as she struggled to undress him. She had to pull away and use both hands but once freed, she grasped his cock firmly, pulling it out while pressing her lips into his neck, covering him with kisses. I was incredibly hard watching my neighbor in this intensely sexual embrace but surprisingly her boyfriend wasn't. I could see her hand tugging and kneading his soft cock.

It didn't look very long but I could tell that it was very thick. My neighbor's hand barely encircled it and it was getting fatter as she was making him hard.

I could feel the cum welling up in my cock as I watched them. I had to slow down and just watch for a while or else I'd cum too soon. It was at this point that she pushed him down on the bed. Before she knelt down she did a little strip tease to remove the rest of her clothes. She lifted her dress up and over her head in one fluid motion - Arching her back, thrusting her full tits towards him and standing there in a matching white lace bra and thong. Her breasts were spilling over the top of the tight bra and she pushed them up and together deepening her massive cleavage before running her hands over her nipples, down her flat stomach to the waistband of her panties. She teased him sliding her fingers down to her legs, grasping her panties and flashed a bit of her pussy. I couldn't see all that well but it sure looked like she had shaved herself completely bare.

Her dancing and writhing was certainly very enticing. Her moving body was really having an effect on me and her boyfriend's cock. I could see it growing as he sat there staring at her. Without removing her bra or panties she lowered herself before him and ran her tongue along the side of his cock, pulling the head into her mouth. From my position I could see the white thong perfectly dividing her lovely ass as she was attempting to swallow his hardening cock.

Her mouth was wide open and she was barely able to engulf his fat tool, but once she did it slid easily down her throat. I saw her head press deep into his crotch as his head fell back, clearly enjoying my neighbors' mouth and tongue. So many times I had fantasized about her doing something like this to me. Watching it was almost as good. Her head moved rhythmically up and down as she completely removed his pants. Once off, she let her tongue wander up and down the inside of his thighs while keeping a firm grasp on his cock. I could see her pumping it vigorously while it looked like she was tonguing his balls. She would occasionally slide her tongue up and lick his cock like a piece of rock hard candy.

He began thrusting his hips up to meet her tongue and he reached out to run his hands over her lips and cheeks as his cock slid inside her mouth. She pulled away and ran her tongue over his fingers, until he gently nudged her mouth back onto his tool. She swallowed it deep one more time then removed her mouth leaving it soaking wet and very slick. He looked up to see why she had stopped, only to see her removing her bra and grasping her heavy tits as they fell out. I caught a smile on his face as she fondled her breasts and gently twisted her nipples with her slick fingers.

She moved up a little and I expected her to remove her panties, but she remained kneeling in front of him and wrapped her cleavage around his fat shaft. Her breasts made a tight tunnel for him to fuck and she began moving them up and down. Letting his wet cock slide between them while she kissed his cock-head when it occasionally peeked out the top. I had never imagined anything like this before and I couldn't hold back from rubbing my cock again. Using my saliva to make my hand slick I thrust in and out of my fist imagining it was her tits I was fucking.

I matched her pace pretty well as she pumped her boyfriends cock. The remarkable mental picture I was creating and the vision of her through my window caused a shudder deep within my body and despite all my efforts to stop it, my cock started to erupt. The thought of her tits, which I have seen so many times, engulfed around my cock pumping up and down, was too much. Thick sticky fluid shot out all over my hand and splattered on the wall. It was too late to avoid a mess so I let the rest just fly as well. Pumping furiously, trying to keep my eyes open not to miss any of her performance.

By the time my orgasm subsided and I was able to catch my breath he had lifted her up and was peeling off her thong. Now completely naked she straddled him on the bed and rubbed his cock over her smooth pussy. I could see it passing between her legs just under the wet opening. As she brought it forward to tease him more, he thrust his hips and completely penetrated her - His fat cock splitting her supple pussy. She gave in to his thrust and dropped her body down to meet his. Rocking back and forth on his fat tool, I could see her tits swaying heavily with each thrust. 

She leaned forward and pressed her body tightly against his and began moving her ass faster and faster as his cock worked against her clit. She was really beginning to bounce wildly on top of him when he suddenly rolled her over onto her back. She was now lying underneath him with her legs up in the air. He was still inside her and I had a very good view of her wet pussy as he plunged his cock into her.

Each time he thrust down, his balls came down, slapping into her upturned ass. Her arms were grasping at him, resisting his outward strokes and pulling him back in, harder each time. I could see her headboard shaking and the whole bed bouncing from their movements. His hard, long strokes became shorter and quicker, then with one deep push I saw his body tense and convulse. I recognized the contorted look and he was obviously cumming. Cumming deep inside my neighbor, she held him fast continuing to gyrate under him as his body shook from the intensity. He drove his cock into her three or four more times, pumping his cum deeper inside before collapsing on top of her.

They lay there for a while with him on top and her legs wrapped around his body. I could see her still wriggling a little underneath him, but he rolled off beside her and his fat hard cock had gone back to its flaccid state. She rolled to kiss him, reaching for his now sticky cock massaging it gently. It looked as if she was trying to coax it back to life. Her other hand had slid to her pussy, rubbing in a circular motion. Despite her attention and clear desire for more, he stood and started getting dressed. She kissed him and was trying to pull him back to her, but she reluctantly put on a robe and they left her room.

I had thought all was done and began cleaning up the mess I made. As I was looking for a towel I saw her light come back on. She was alone now and still in her robe. Her boyfriend must have left and she was walking a little aimlessly around her room. She collapsed on her bed just staring at the ceiling then slowly lifted her knees. Her robe was open and her hand was back covering her pussy, rubbing up and down playing with her wet folds. As I watched her, I finally understood. He came, but she didn't.

She was still extremely horny and the guy with the fat cock didn't let her finish. Watching her alone now was almost a bigger turn-on than watching her get fucked. Her fingers slid up her raised thighs, dipping toward the center as she pressed them inside her opening, where her boyfriend's cock filled her with cum only a few moments before. Her fingers were not moving with the pounding movements of his fucking but were more deliberate and controlled. Her fingers dancing over her lips and her thumb stroked her stiff clit as she massaged her nipples with the other hand.

She rolled to her side showing me her beautiful ass and I could see her fingers buried firmly inside, fucking herself. I watched her reach over to her nightstand and pull out something small and shiny. It looked like a little egg and I could see it quivering in her fingers. She ran it over her body, circling it first around her hard nipples ands he shivered with delight as the little vibrator rolled over them. She brought the little egg down to her pussy and held it in place directly over her clitoris. 

At some point I started stroking my cock again as I watched her play with herself. This time I moved more slowly, pacing myself, controlling the build up of pressure. I cupped my balls and pulled on the base of my cock, not taking an eye off her second, wonderful show. The vibrating egg was really doing a number on her. I saw her thrust her knees together and lift her body off the bed before relaxing and opening her legs again giving me a perfect view. She was glistening and incredibly wet down there. It must have been her boyfriends cum combined with her juices. I could see the stickiness coating her fingers, the vibrator and even running down between her legs, soaking her sheets.

She continued to lie on her back, pressing the little egg against her clit and letting her free hand roam across the rest of her body, dragging her wet sticky juices all over. She frequently brought her hand up to her nipples then up to her mouth sucking her fingers in, tasting her juices. She switched hands with the little egg and placed two fingers deep inside again. Her hands were not moving at all as far as I could tell but she was beginning to rock and grind her hips against her fingers and little vibrator. Her thighs began to tremble and shake as she increased the pressure on her pussy. I could feel myself building inside and I tried to match her movements. I saw her go suddenly still before upper body jerked upward while letting an intense cry leave her body. I could almost hear her as her body convulsed and shook with wave after wave. She had brought herself to a stunning climax. She was even more beautiful to me now as I saw her body explode from self-pleasure. I couldn't stop smiling and was astounded by how long her body shook with orgasm.

I watched her and jacked myself feverishly trying to bring myself off while she was in the throes of her orgasm. I was able to shoot off my second load of the evening just as she lay back in exhaustion. Her legs spread wide, still trembling from time to time as her body relaxed from the intense explosion of pleasure. 

Watching her there I noticed that I was indeed correct, for some reason she had shaved herself completely bare. She was even more enticing than ever and I couldn't wait to try and catch her in sexual passion again.



Watching



One of my fantasies of watching my wife was about me coming home early from a business trip and finding my wife in bed with a couple of guys she knew from work. Instead of getting angry I found that I was turned on by the whole thing.

Paula just recently turned 30 and at 5'7", 125lbs, 34B, she not only turns heads she is still a very desirable woman! 

One of my fantasies of watching my wife was about Paula going out on a date with Mike. I was turned on by the whole thing.

In my fantasy she was supposed to go out with Mike when I was supposed to be "out of town", giving them the entire evening together. I helped Paula bathe, shaved her beautiful legs, trimmed her lightly covered brown bush and then sat back and watched her dress for the evening with her soon to be new lover.

She slipped on a black satin garter belt and matching thong panty, black stockings, a white lace bra and white button down silk blouse, a snug gray pin-striped skirt about 4 inches above the knee, slit slightly in the back, her matching suit jacket and a pair of black 4" heeled "fuck me" pumps. I kissed her goodbye at around 6:30 and sat back and waited for her return.

I'd just about given up hope of seeing anything that night when at around 10:00 Paula pulled into the driveway followed by Mike. I quickly moved into my hiding place and as they entered the house I got my first look at Mike. He was about 6'5" tall, dark hair, probably in his late twenties or early thirties, very good looking. 

Paula showed him around the house a little bit to assure him that I wasn't home and then took him to the recreation room for a drink. They sat on the couch talking and moving closer together as Mike began to loosen up. Soon he was caressing her legs and telling her how beautiful she was and how he had wanted to hook up with her since the first time he had seen her.

They started kissing, slowly at first, just little pecks actually as Mike's hands worked their way under my wife's skirt and then more passionately as she allowed him to push her dress up above her stocking tops. When his hands found the bare flesh above her stockings my wife started to moan lowly and tear at his clothes, ripping off his tie, jacket and shirt. Mike wasn't idle during this time either as he removed my wife's jacket and blouse, unsnapped her bra and began sucking her hard nipples.

I watched his tongue caress her rock hard nipples and his fingers work their way inside the elastic of her satin panties while she unbuckled his belt and helped him remove his pants. She slid onto the floor and removed his shoes and socks and then kissed her way up to his cock. She sucked him for several minutes causing him to moan and to try to pull her onto the couch with him but instead she stepped up onto the coffee table and slowly stripped off her skirt and panties.

This was my first chance to see Mike's cock and it was large! So impressive that as my wife was giving her lover a very sexy show and he stroked it to even bigger than it first appeared, I wondered how it could possibly fit into her tiny pussy. Mike had to have her and finally he couldn't take the teasing anymore, he got up and lifted her from the coffee table and laid her on the couch, Paula spread her legs for him and he dove into her pussy like a man that hadn't eaten for days!

His tongue brought her to several small orgasms and I could see that her pussy was as ready for that massive cock as it was ever going to be. Mike saw it too and moved between her legs, kissing her from her breasts to her lovely ears. Paula took hold of Mike's cock and she was rubbing it up and down her slippery slit and telling him how much she wanted to fuck him, every once in awhile she would let him slip the head of his cock into her. My wife's grip on his cock loosened, her legs spread wider and his monster began it's descent into her love tunnel.

She was going crazy with lust, moaning and licking his face and ears, begging him to "go slow baby, you're huge!". It must have taken 5 min. for Mike to work his cock in as far as it was going to go and Paula came several times in the process. He fucked her slowly letting her become accustomed to his length and girth and I watched each stroke as her pretty pussy lips licked his giant cock.

After making her come several more times Mike could take no more and poured his hot load deep into my wife's wanton pussy. Paula wrapped her legs around his waist and milked him dry as they kissed.

Mike began to get hard again as they continued to play on the couch and just when I thought they were going to go at it again Paula stopped him and told him that she needed to use the bathroom. As she got up Mike's cum almost exploded out of her pussy! It was on the couch, on him and dripping down her legs as she made her way to the bathroom.

Mike cleaned the couch with bar towels and my wife returned to help him. Her pumps and stockings were spattered with dry and drying cum, the room was a mess with clothes everywhere and in the middle of it all were my wife and her lover, kissing and playing.

Soon they were in another passionate embrace and I could still see cum dripping from her freshly fucked pussy. After a bit more play Paula convinced him that they would be much more comfortable in her bed so he took her in his arms and carried her there as she kissed him and played with his cock.

He laid her onto the bed and she pulled him down with her spreading her legs and placing them on his shoulders as he moved into position. She guided his cock to her waiting pussy and as he began to enter her she told him to "give it to me!!!", "give it to me hard!!!". Well Mike didn't need much more encouragement than that, he began driving his cock into her slippery slot making her scream in orgasm and spread her legs wide.

"Faster, harder, deeper" she cried, screamed and moaned as his ivory piston pummeled her swollen pussy. She took him doggie style, then rode him to several intense orgasms they fucked on the floor, and she finally took his second load of the night pinned against the wall with her legs wrapped around his waist.

She then with just a black nylon robe on walked him to his car at 4:00 in the morning and sucked him off one more time while she told him what she would like to do with him next time I was out of town!



Watching



I know she's watching. Every Thursday night, I put on a show for her, whether with a friend or solo, I go on at 8 PM sharp. The stars are out at eight, the night just getting started.

The first time I noticed her watching, I was both excited and apprehensive. It had been a long day at work and I just wanted to relax, put on some music or watch a movie, something to unwind.

The window of my living room looks out onto the street and directly across into the window of my neighbor's living room. Her living room.

That night, I was feeling especially horny, and decided on a porno. It'd been about a week since I'd gotten laid and I was feeling the urge to come. I doubted I'd be able to perform right if I had called Katy or Sabrina or Georgina, due to the stress of my job. I'm a stockbroker and the market being what it is was getting to me. If I couldn't do right by any one of them, I was never going to live it down. Rather than embarrass myself in front of them, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

I dumped my briefcase on the chair just inside the door and removed my suitcoat, tie and shoes and socks. I unbuttoned my shirt and an idea ran through my head.

Why not strip in front of the open window, the light on or off, depending on the effect that I wanted. With it on, everyone that passed by or looked in would be able to see me. With it off, I could watch through the window, knowing what I was doing. The latter might be a bigger turn-on, I thought.

Let's do it the democratic way, I told myself. So I reached into my pocket, pulled out a quarter and designated sides of the coin. Heads, lights on. Tails, lights out.

I flipped the coin, caught it in mid-air, slapped it on the back of my other hand and revealed it.

Heads. Lights on.

I stood in the middle of my living room and looked directly across the street. I could see a light on over there and the flicker of a television.

I didn't know much about my neighbor across the street. Just the general knowledge stuff. Blonde, tan, leggy, liked to wear short shorts that showed off her ass, tank tops that showed her cleavage. In a way, she was an exhibitionist, too. I knew she was single but I never saw her with a guy or a woman. I also knew the kind of car she drove, the Blue Nissan in front of her house. That was all. No name, no idea what she did for a living, nothing more than the superficial surface things.

Before I got down to business, I needed a few things. If I was going to do the strip, I might as well go the whole nine yards and jack off in front of the window, too. The excitement of the moment made me shake with anticipation.

I went to my bedroom, grabbed my lube bottle off my dresser. I went to the shelf on my wall. My porn shelf. Books and movies were separated into sections and I went to the movie side of the shelf. I closed my eyes, ran my finger across the sides of movie after movie and stopped myself. My finger had settled on one of my favorites and I tucked it under my arm and went into the bathroom, grabbed a towel and headed back to the living room.

I spread the towel out on the carpet, popped the DVD in, skipping through the previews and pressed Play Movie on the main screen. The credits rolled by on the television. I got to my striptease.

Slowly, I slid the shirt off and let it drop to the floor behind me. No big deal. If I stop now, I told myself, the cops, if called, couldn't do much of anything. I reached down for my belt. The music of the porno made my dance, such as it was, easier. I moved slightly to the sway of the music, keeping my eyes glued to the window across the street. The flickering TV continued unabated.

I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, let them slide down my legs and to the floor. I kicked them away. 

I told myself that this was it, the moment of truth. If I continued, there was no going back. All that stood between me and being naked in front of the neighborhood was a pair of underwear.

I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and pulled them down, my cock and balls coming free from their cloth imprisonment.

The TV across the street stopped flickering, while mine displayed a pair of naked women getting to know each other through the taste of each other's pussy.

The blonde across the street stood up and came into view.

Shit! I thought as I saw her see me. She stood completely still. Neither of us dared to move, our eyes locked on each other, hers on my naked body. Strangely, though my heart had fluttered, my cock had grown longer and harder. Like it or not, and I liked it very much, she was now a part of my act.

Thw women on my television were really eating each other out and their moaning was intoxicating. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the woman in the window across the street.

I grabbed my lubricant and poured some into my hand, shut the bottle and spread the lube over my penis, slowly, languidly, taking my time, wanting to see her reaction.

She still watched.

I kept a slow pace, as one of the women on my television screen begged the other to fuck her harder. I increased my speed, as if I was responding to the woman's request, my hand sliding up and down my cock, sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

The woman across the street continued to watch.

I wondered if she was rubbing herself. She was too close to her window for me to see what her actions might be. 

The women on screen were kissing, moaning. The woman who had asked to be fucked harder was now doing the fucking, her hand buried inside the other's cunt, four fingers and, if I remembered the scene right, headed towards five and fisting.

I fisted my meat faster still, sweat pooling at my lower back, some running down the back of my legs, sweat all over my forehead. I could feel myself getting ready to come but wanted to hold back. I wanted to see if the woman across the street would let me see her. She stood still.

The woman on screen had gone wrist deep into the other's pussy. The woman being used as a hand puppet was beyond orgasm, shuddering, shaking, wanting the other woman to keep going.

I pistioned my cock and felt my orgasm coming quickly. I really wanted her to show me something, to reciprocate for my actions. Instead, I just got a silhouette of a woman watching.

I came, shooting all over, the blast so intense that I nearly stumbled. I tried to keep my eyes on her reaction to my orgasm but couldn't. I closed my eyes and shook through the pleasure that had taken over my body until, finally, it subsided. 

I opened my eyes slowly. She was no longer in front of the window. In fact, the light over there had gone out. I wondered if she had left, wondered, erroneously, if she was on her way over here.

Then I saw the flickering of her television.

I didn't see her again until the next Thursday.

And I've seen her every Thursday since then. She watches as I fuck Sabrina and Katy and Georgina. I do it in front of the window which turns the ladies on, thinking we're doing something naughty. Sometimes, I imagine that I'm fucking her. I definitely imagine I'm fucking her when I'm by myself.

And every time we, or I, finish, the light across the street goes off and a moment or two later, the television comes back on, as if to signal that she's done watching. I know she'll be back next Thursday.



Watching



He wasn't very happy when he discovered his parents were interviewing for an au pair. He was 18, and more than capable of sorting his own meals etc out if mum and dad were away. Why couldn't they just take his screeching baby sister away with them instead of leaving them here with a stranger?

It disgusted him that his parents had another child so late in life anyway. The thought of how he'd ended up with a baby sister at his age made him sick to the stomach, and now them hiring someone else to look after her just made matters worse. If they couldn't look after her themselves, they should have been more careful in the first place.

His bad mood worsened as the week went on, and by the time Friday came he was in a silent rage. He planned to go home, eat with the folks and then hide in his bedroom until school time on Monday. He was a bit of a loner anyway, so he doubted anyone would miss him much.

He was surprised to see a new face at the dinner table that night. Nobody had bothered to tell him she'd been selected already, much less that she was moving in so soon!! Granted, there was enough room for another four or five people in his family home, but that didn't mean he'd welcome anyone else there. He scowled and grunted his way through the meal, rudely ignoring her polite attempts at conversation, until his mother scolded him for his lack of manners and he stomped off up to his room.

It was only when he got there and laid on his bed that he allowed himself to admit that she was actually quite pretty. Her hair was what had struck him first of all, the shiniest auburn hair he'd ever seen. She'd been smiling and looking him in the eye when trying to engage him in conversation, and even his bad mood hadn't stopped him noticing her blue eyes and how they sparkled when she laughed. But what had had the biggest effect on him, was her chest. Rising and falling, bouncing when she laughed, her cleavage deepening as she reached across the table for salt... He switched on his music and tried to drown out the thoughts of what she was hiding under that top of hers.

The following Monday he came home from school to discover that his parents had gone away, leaving him in the care of Angela. He sat in sullen silence eating the meal she'd prepared for him, resolutely refusing to look at her, knowing she'd be trying to win him over with her incessant chatter and her beautiful body. After his meal he mumbled something about having homework to do, and once again locked himself in his bedroom. 

Several hours later, long after his studying was done, he turned down his music and realised he could hear voices downstairs. Angela's laughter rang out, followed by a deeper voice that definitely didn't belong to anyone he knew. He crept out of his bedroom and along the hallway, glancing into his sister's bedroom to see her fast asleep in her cot. He snuck down the stairs, avoiding the creaky step, and found the living room door almost closed. Still moving silently, he put his eye to the crack in the door and was amazed to see Angela sitting on the sofa between two men! 

They were all chatting and she was giggling and obviously flirting with them, her legs crossed so that the flimsy fabric of her skirt had ridden up to reveal almost all of her right thigh. He tried to ignore the stirring in his trousers as he watched one of the men touch her leg, and after a few seconds he realised she wasn't going to tell him off. The man's hand inched higher, and he suddenly realised that she was kissing the other man! The first man's hand was underneath her skirt now, she'd uncrossed her legs to allow him access to her knickers, and she was kissing the other man passionately now.

He turned and went back upstairs, as quietly as he could, his face red with rage and his cock hard in his pants. He laid on his bed, breathing hard and listening to his blood rush through his veins as his heart raced. How dare she?! His parents had trusted her with the care of his baby sister, and there she was, entertaining in their absence. And not only that, but she had TWO men there!! He tried not to imagine what was going on down there, but when he fell asleep later, he'd wanked himself off three times with visions of the beautiful Angela and her heaving bosom in his minds eye.

A few days later, he'd gone downstairs to get himself a drink when once again he heard voices from the living room. This time he peeped through the serving hatch and found he had a much better view from there. Angela was on the sofa with another man, just one this time, and not one of the men that had been here the previous Monday. The man was laid on the sofa, and Angela was half lying, half kneeling above him. The boy had a perfect view of her from behind, but as the living room wasn't overlooked and the curtains were open, he could also see her reflection in the window. Her blouse was unbuttoned and the man had her breasts in his hands, sucking on her nipples. Angela was obviously enjoying it, her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, and from his vantage point, the boy could see her grinding herself against the man's crotch.

The boy almost came in his pants when the man lifted Angela's skirt, she was wearing black sheer stockings, but now, with her skirt up, the boy realised they were more like tights with the crotch missing. She wasn't wearing any knickers, and he could see how wet she was, her juices shining in the light. She didn't have any pubic hair, and the boy could see every detail of her from where he was standing. When Angela sat back to unfasten the man's trousers, the boy had to stop touching himself. He watched in fascination as she pulled them down and the boy couldn't believe his eyes when he looked at the reflection in the window. The man's cock was enormous! He guessed it must be about 9 or 10 inches, and was very thick and standing straight up! The boy stopped breathing when Angela sat astride the man, slowly inching herself down onto the man's huge cock. A few seconds later, the boy had to remind himself to breathe again, and he watched, fascinated as Angela moved up and down on the monster cock. She hadn't removed her tights, and the man was holding her skirt up. The boy could see the huge cock getting wetter with every time she slid almost off it, and then right back down until it was buried deep inside her. Most tortuous of all though were the noises coming from Angela herself.

She was making a breathy, groaning noise, each time she moved upwards on his cock, and then a louder moan of pleasure every time she lowered herself back onto it. She was starting to move faster now, and suddenly the man gripped her hips and started thrusting upwards, pushing hard into her. The boy saw the man's balls swell, and then saw the pulsing start in the base of his cock as he obviously filled her with his cum. The boy wasn't even touching himself when he came watching that. He scurried up to his room, suddenly aware of how long he'd been standing there watching, and terrified he'd be caught.

For the next few weeks, the boy mostly stayed in his room, avoiding the beautiful Angela, trying not to look at her wonderful cleavage when they were in the same room, but his mind was constantly filled with thoughts of her. Her beautiful wet pussy, the fabulously erotic sounds that came from her when she was being used by these men, the size of her nipples as they were sucked and licked, the shine of her hair as she threw her head back in passion. 

The boy tried very hard over the next few weeks not to spy on her, but sometimes the compulsion was just too much. He saw her with lots of different men, sometimes just one, sometimes two or three, but never the same man more than once. He thought about her all the time, and when she had a week off, he came up with a plan.

He crept into her room, heart racing, terrified of being caught by either of his parents. Creeping over to the chest of drawers on the far wall, he could feel beads of sweat running down his back, and could hear his ragged breathing as he tried to keep himself calm. Opening the top drawer, he was pleased to find her underwear. Little silky, lacy knickers, thongs, g strings, all in bright colours, all so soft... Knowing they'd been next to that gorgeous pussy made him hard, and he couldn't help but lift a pair to his nose. Of course they smelt of washing powder, but that gave him another idea. In the next drawer he found her bras. Another rainbow display of bright colours, some padded, some sheer, some with pretty embroidered detail. He checked the label on a pink one and his eyes almost popped out of his head. 34F! He'd realised they were big, but F cups! His cock hardened again and he couldn't help himself. He reached down and started to wank himself with the matching pink panties he'd kept from the drawer. He loved the feeling of the silk against his skin, and within seconds he came, shooting spunk all over them. He turned around to look for her laundry basket and spotted it in the corner. Shoving the soiled pink knickers to the bottom, he searched until he found another pair. Jade green, and he could see that they were stained with cum. Filthy whore, she must have put them back on after one of those studs had fucked her and filled her with his seed. He shoved them into his pocket and carried on with his silent mission.

Removing all of his clothes, the boy realised he was hard again. He felt as though he was never soft these days. Thoughts of her invaded his head all the time, those breasts, her twinkling eyes and smile, her pussy lips, stretching to accommodate yet another huge cock. He turned back the sheets on her bed and got in, pressing his face into the pillow and breathing in the scent of her. He resisted the temptation to wank again, he didn't want to leave evidence of his presence there and he knew that the moment he touched himself he'd shoot yet more cum. He laid there for a few hours, drifting in and out of sleep and dreaming that she was beside him, telling him she loved him and wanted him, but knowing the second he awoke that would never happen. It was just before daylight when he crept back into his own bed.

The next 4 nights, he followed the same ritual. Wanking into her panties, lying in her bed and sleeping fitfully whilst dreaming of her. Always the same theme, always knowing when he woke that it was just a dream, and one that would never come true. The next night he looked in the bottom drawer. He couldn't believe his luck when he found the packet, hidden underneath a jumper. He sat on the floor and opened it, hoping that he was right about what was inside. 

As he pulled out the pictures, he realised that what was in them was more than he could have ever hoped for. Photograph after photograph of her, in various states of undress, her perfect breasts, her beautiful backside, those legs, slim and pretty, covered in those crotchless tights she wore so often. Her feet in high heels, perfect little toes with the painted nails... how he longed to kiss those feet, breathe in the scent of her, work his way up those legs to the heaven that lay between them. At the back of the pack of photos were some of her with four men. Three black men, skin like shining ebony, muscles defined, and their cocks! Huge monstrosities that he couldn't begin to imagine were it not for the evidence before him. Her pretty white mouth stretched around one of them while another filled her from behind, a third waiting to take its place when the time came, and a white man wanking by her head. The next picture, her mouth around the white cock, face covered in cum -- probably from the first black guy -- four black hands on her backside as a black cock pounded her pussy.

There were more, but the last one was what sent him over the edge. She was lying on her back, her legs being pulled apart by black hands, her pussy lips held open by more black hands, and a stream of white cream pouring out of her. Almost before he realised what he was doing, the boy lifted the picture and licked it, imagining he was licking the real thing, almost tasting the spunk mixed with her sweet juices, knowing that one day, he had to taste that for himself...



Watching



Author's Note: This is just a quickie story that came to mind a few days ago. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for reading me. Don't forget to vote!

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She stood just off to the side of her living room window, watching her neighbor mow his lawn. He'd moved in last fall when the nice elderly couple who'd lived in his house previously had to be admitted to an assisted living home.

She didn't know much about him, except that his name was Drew Knickerson and he was single. He drove a Toyota Camry and seemed to have an eye for landscaping. Surprisingly, for a man's home, the flowers lining his sidewalk were bright and colorful. 

He'd planted them himself earlier in the season and tended to them regularly. The bushes surrounding his home were meticulously trimmed and the woodchips beneath always looked freshly laid.

A week earlier, he'd been out washing his car. She couldn't help but admire the way his muscles flexed as he moved. His hair fell to his collar and was the most perfect shade of brown she'd ever seen. She'd never gotten close enough to notice, but if her very recent fantasies of him were accurate, his eyes were the color of the ocean.

Many days since he'd moved in, she watched him work in his yard. She'd sit in front of her living room window, but just out of sight, and simply watch him. Only in the last few days did her watching become something more.

Drew paused and pulled the collar of his shirt up to wipe the sweat from his face. He glanced toward her house and smiled as if he could see her. She took a step to the side, but was still able to see him clearly. She felt her nipples harden when he continued to glance toward her house. 

Does he know I'm watching him? she wondered.

She felt behind her for the overstuffed chair and eased down into it, her shorts riding higher on her thighs. She could feel the wetness between her legs increase while she continued to watch Drew watching her house. She wondered, only briefly, if he could see her or if he'd seen her in the past few days. She made only a small attempt to hide what she was doing.

She'd never in her life been into exhibitionism, but for some reason, the idea of Drew seeing her pleasure herself was more exciting than she could've ever imagined. With the thought of him seeing her, she slipped her hand into her shorts and found the moist curls covering her sex. She slowly strummed a finger over her sensitive clit and let out a slight gasp. 

She closed her eyes and imagined how Drew's hands—his lips, his body—would feel. She pushed first one, then two fingers into herself while she kept her thumb on her clit, circling softly. Her hips rocked with her movements and before she knew it, her orgasm rocked through her.

Her head fell back against the chair and she let out a low moan. "Drew!"

She pulled her hand from her shorts and kept her eyes closed while she came down from the high of her release. Slightly ashamed, she leaned forward and glanced out the window, disappointed to see Drew had finished mowing his lawn and was nowhere to be seen.

She rose to her feet and headed to the bathroom to clean herself up, then made her way to the bedroom to get ready to go out with some friends.

* * * *

Drew couldn't believe what he'd seen while he mowed his lawn. The woman who lived across the street, Julie, he thought her name was, sat in a chair in front of her window, clearly masturbating. The raging hard-on he'd gotten from seeing her refused to subside, even after he'd taken a cold shower. 

He carefully pulled on a pair of jeans then found his favorite shirt and buttoned it while he thought of the woman who lived across from him. 

He wondered if she knew he could see her when she pleasured herself in front of her living room window. The thought aroused him even further and he cursed his body for reacting this way to something as simple as seeing a woman masturbate.

"You're a typical guy, Drew. What did you think would happen?" he said to his reflection.

Drew ran a comb through his hair and dabbed on a bit of cologne before heading out to the kitchen to fix a quick dinner. 

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"Julie! Over here!" her friend Miranda shouted when she saw her enter the bar.

Julie made her way through the crowded bar to the table where her friends and a few co-workers sat, talking and laughing. A few looked up to greet her then turned their attention back to their conversations.

"Sorry I'm late," she said as she slid into the booth beside Miranda. "Did I miss anything exciting?"

"Only Mr. Hottie at the bar. Every woman in the place has been ogling him for the past half hour."

Miranda motioned toward the bar to a tall man whose back was currently to them. His hair was about collar length and the most perfect shade of brown—Julie blushed clear to her toes when she realized "Mr. Hottie" was none other than her neighbor, Drew Knickerson.

"Jules? You all right?"

"Um—yeah," she replied. She pulled on the collar of her shirt and fanned herself. "Is it hot in here?"

Miranda chuckled. "No, but you look like you're burning up."

If you only knew, Julie thought as she continued to watch Drew talk with the women who'd stopped to talk to him. "I need some air." Julie slid out of the booth and headed for the door.

She made sure to keep plenty of distance between herself and Drew. She was pretty sure he hadn't seen her , but knowing what she'd done earlier at home, she knew she wouldn't be able to face him, at least not yet.

Julie leaned against her car, breathing in the cool night air. She was surprised at how quickly it'd cooled off, considering it was mid-July and the temperatures hit high eighties most days. She kept her gaze fixed on the entrance to the bar. 

She wondered if Drew had seen her there or how often he came to this particular bar. It was a regular Friday night occurrence for her, but she didn't recall seeing him in the past. Although, she'd never really been so aware of him as she had been over the past week.

Her nipples hardened and she felt moisture pool between her legs at the thought of how many times she'd masturbated in front of her window while watching Drew. 

"God, get a grip, Jules," she said quietly and turned to get into her car.

She slipped the key into the ignition, rolled down the window of her Chevy Malibu and flipped on the radio. She sat for a few minutes and listened to an old eighties tune. Her thoughts drifted to Drew once again and she knew she'd eventually muster up enough courage to formally introduce herself.

"You live across the street from me, right?" a deep male voice said, snapping her out of her daydreams.

Julie glanced up and into the most intense blue eyes she'd ever seen. When she realized Drew was standing only inches away from her car door, she blushed clear to her toes. 

"Uh—yeah."

"I thought I recognized you." Drew willed his rapidly growing erection to subside while he talked to his neighbor. "I don't think we've officially met. I'm Drew." He reached out his hand.

"Julie." She took his hand and was surprised to feel tiny jolts of electricity shoot up her arm. She pulled away as if she'd been burned.

"Are you here with anyone?" Drew asked, silently groaning at the lameness of the line.

"No. Well, yes." Julie took a deep breath. You can do this! she told herself. "I came by myself, but I'm with some friends."

Drew felt himself harden even more at what she'd said. At that moment, Julie realized what she'd said and turned her gaze away from him, blushing profusely again.

"Okay, well, I don't wanna bother you. I just wanted to come introduce myself." Drew turned to walk back inside.

"Wait!" Julie said, rolling up her window and getting out of her car in one quick movement. Drew turned to look at her. Julie took a few steps toward him and stopped. 

Before she spoke again, she inhaled deeply, then exhaled, not realizing the rise and fall of her breasts were having definite effect on Drew. Julie mustered up every ounce of courage she had and then continued.

"Have a drink with me?"

Drew dragged his gaze from her lips to her eyes then smiled. "Sure." 

He held out his arm, she hooked hers around it and let him escort her back inside. Julie felt the fluttering in her belly as she walked with Drew back into the bar. She turned her gaze toward the table her friends were at and flashed a quick smile when Miranda gave her a thumbs up and a wink.

They stopped at the bar and Drew watched closely as Julie hooked her heel over the rung and gracefully lifted herself to the stool. The tight denim of her jeans accentuated her slim hips. Her cheeks flushed when she saw Drew's reaction. He tore his eyes away from her and motioned for the bartender as he took a seat on the stool beside her.

"What'll ya have?" he asked when he approached.

"I'll have a Bud Light," Drew answered. He turned to Julie. 

"Molson Ice," she said.

Drew waited until the bartender put their bottles in front of them before he turned his attention back to Julie. 

"So what do you do for fun?" he asked.

"Not much really. I work a lot of hours. This is my usual Friday night ritual."

"Oh." Drew wanted to reveal he knew one of the things she did for fun, but he thought better of it. He knew there'd be a better time and place.

Julie glanced over his shoulder at a tall blond woman approaching. Her eyes fixed on Drew as she neared. She smiled then stopped beside him and tapped his shoulder. He turned to face her and she leaned in and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. Bringing herself upright, her gaze wandered to Julie.

"Who's your friend, Drew?" she asked.

"Oh, sorry. Anita Winters, this is my neighbor, Julie— " he paused.

"Ferguson," Julie offered. "Julie Ferguson. Nice to meet you." She reached around Drew and offered her hand.

"Likewise." Anita shook Julie's hand quickly then released it and turned her attention back to Drew. "I'm bored, let's get out of here."

"I told Julie I'd have a drink with her, Anita."

Anita sighed. "All right." She flopped down onto the barstool on other side of Drew and flagged down the bartender. She turned her attention back to Julie.

"So, you're Drew's neighbor, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I'm his fiancée." Anita said the words in such a way, it sounded like a warning.

"Oh."

Drew glared at Anita. "You're not my fiancée, Anita. I wish you'd quit telling people that."

Anita simply smiled. "Not yet, I'm not."

Julie kept her gaze fixed on the bottle of beer in front of her. She peeled at the label nervously while she silently chided herself into thinking Drew might be interested in her. She took another sip of her beer then set the bottle down and got to her feet.

"I really should go back and join my friends, Drew." 

He put a hand on her arm. "Stay and finish your beer. " He picked up the bottle and pressed it into her hand. Julie shook her head, took the beer and headed back to the table where her friends were waiting.

She heard Drew speaking harshly to Anita as she walked away. She pasted a smile across her face and slid into the booth beside Miranda.

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Julie sipped her beer slowly and watched as Drew and Anita headed for the exit. She could see a look of unhappiness on Anita's face while Drew led her out, talking over his shoulder to her. After they'd disappeared and the door closed again, she continued to gaze in the same direction.

"Jules? Everything all right?" Miranda asked as she nudged her.

"Oh, yeah. Everything's fine." Julie turned her attention back to her friend.

"So what's the story with the hottie at the bar?"

"He's got a girlfriend," Julie replied.

"Too bad."

A few of the people at the table headed out to the dance floor. Miranda slid out of the booth after them then turned to face Julie. 

"Let's go dance."

Julie picked up her beer and drained the rest in two gulps. She slid out of the booth and reached for her purse. 

"I think I'm gonna head home."

Miranda pouted. "Why?"

"I'm tired and I've got a busy day tomorrow." It was a lie, but Julie didn't feel much like hanging out with her friends any more. She wanted to go home and wallow in self-pity for being attracted and fantasizing about a man who clearly was not available. 

"You gonna be okay to drive?" Miranda asked.

"Yeah, I'll be fine."

Julie pulled Miranda into a hug and waved to her friends who were on the dance floor. She pulled the strap of her purse up on her shoulder and headed for the exit.

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"Are you fucking her?" Anita asked Drew as they stood outside her car.

"Not that it's any of your business, but no. I told you, she's my neighbor. I never actually met her in person before tonight."

"You sure looked interested in her."

"So what if I am, Anita? We agreed we only had a casual relationship. We can see other people."

Anita closed the gap between them and pressed her body to his. She tangled her fingers in his hair and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on his lips before taking a step back.

"What if I told you I no longer wanted to see other people?"

She put her arms around his neck and attempted to kiss him again. He placed his hands on her waist and pushed her away from him. A few weeks ago, he wouldn't have had a problem with Anita's aggressiveness, but now, she did nothing for him. Visions of Julie pleasuring herself danced through his head; he wanted with a ferocity that nearly frightened him.

"I've got a busy day tomorrow, Anita. I think it's best if we both just go home."

"Fine," Anita said, pulling the door of her car open and slumping into the seat with a huff. "But don't call me when you get the urge to get your dick wet!" She slammed her car door, started the engine and didn't look back as she sped out of the parking lot.

"Fine with me," Drew mumbled as he headed toward his car.

He opened the door and slipped into the driver's seat with a heavy sigh. He glanced around the parking lot, looking for Julie's car then smiled when he saw her walking toward it.

He got out of his car and dropped his keys into the pocket of his jeans. He walked casually toward Julie who hadn't yet noticed him. He watched as she dropped her keys before she could open her door. He felt his cock harden even further when she bent to pick them up and the tight jeans she wore pulled across her slim, sexy ass.

Drew quickened his pace. While Julie was bent to pick up her keys, her purse slid off her shoulder and onto the ground. A few items fell from it and she quickly gathered them up. He stood directly behind her as she brought herself upright.

"I'll be home in twenty minutes," he whispered into her ear. "I look forward to a midnight show."

Julie froze where she stood when she heard Drew whisper behind her. She was mortified, but also aroused beyond belief to learn he'd seen her. She heard his footsteps retreating and turned to see him walking quickly back to his car. He didn't turn to look at her. Instead, he got into his car, started the engine and drove out of the parking lot.

"Holy hell," she breathed. "I'm in deep shit."

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Drew couldn't believe he'd been so bold. The thought of watching Julie masturbate again had him hard and aching. The thought of her knowing he was watching nearly caused him to lose it before she'd even gotten home.

He'd beaten her home by only about ten minutes and he stood in his room, looking straight down into Julie's living room with a perfect view of the chair she'd sit in. As soon as he'd gotten home, he'd stripped down to his boxers and pulled a chair up next to the window. He intended to give her a show as well.

I should just go over there, he thought to himself, shifting from one foot to the other and waiting impatiently for her to appear. He wondered if he'd scared her off only a brief moment before his eyes were drawn back to her window.

She was standing in front of the window, wearing only a sheer, red robe, which stopped at the very top of her thighs. With only the light of the moon, Drew was surprised he could see her clearly.

Drew watched as Julie stepped closer to the window and looked to the left then to the right. They lived on a relatively secluded cul-de-sac with only four other homes. Trees separated the view of the other houses from theirs so they had privacy for what was about to transpire.

Her gaze returned to his and he could see the hesitation in her face. He smiled while he watched her remove the sheer robe and take a seat in the chair behind her. 

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Julie felt her heart beating furiously. She couldn't believe she was sitting in front of her living room window, in plain sight, ready to pleasure herself for Drew. The thought caused her to ache with a need she couldn't explain.

After she removed her robe, she fondled her breasts, softly twisting first one nipple, then the other before her hand made its way down her belly to her sex. She threw one leg over the arm of the chair. She circled the drenched lips of her pussy with one finger before pushing it inside herself and letting out a gasp.

Forgetting for a moment that she had an audience, she closed her eyes and laid her head back against the chair. Her thumb found her clit and she applied pressure as she continued to finger fuck herself into orgasm.

Her hips rocked with the movement of her hands and she felt herself looming dangerously close to her release. She pushed another finger inside herself then quickened her pace. Her body tensed and she let out a loud moan as her climax crashed through her.

Pulling her hand away from herself slowly, she kept her head back on the chair and opened her eyes to look up into Drew's room. Disappointment flowed through her when she saw he was no longer watching her.

Julie rose to her feet, grabbed her robe and pulled it on as she walked toward her room. Before she rounded the corner into the hallway, a light coming from outside caught her eye. She turned and walked back to her window.

Her nipples hardened in an instant at what she saw. Drew was sitting in front of his living room window with his cock in his hand. His eyes were closed and his head was resting against the back of the chair he was sitting in. As if he knew she was watching, he opened his eyes and looked directly at her.

Julie watched as Drew's hand moved at a quicker pace. He closed his eyes again a split second before she saw come shoot from the tip of his engorged cock and land on his chest and stomach. Julie slumped into the chair, her eyes locked on Drew's hand as he slowly released his deflating cock.

* * * *

Drew kept his gaze fixed on Julie as he rose to his feet. He reached over to the table beside him and turned out the light. Bending to pick up his discarded boxer shorts, he wiped the remnants of his spending from his chest and stomach then headed for his room.

Enough of this, he thought. I'm going over there!

He tossed his boxers in the laundry hamper, found his jeans and pulled them on then put on a clean t-shirt. He quickly pulled on his shoes, grabbed some condoms from the drawer of his bedside table and headed out the door.

Drew noticed there was a dim light shining from one upstairs window of Julie's house as he crossed the street. He hoped she was still up. He was done watching, he wanted the real thing.

He paused on her porch, his hand raised to knock when the door opened. Julie stood there with a smile on her face, wearing the same sheer robe. Her shoulder length auburn hair shimmered in the soft light of the moon.

She opened the screen door, reached for his hand and pulled him inside. "Are you here to watch or participate?"

"Watch. Definitely watch first. Participation will come later," Drew replied, closing the door behind him.



Watching



"I want to watch you..." he whispered in her ear, as they lay, naked in the soft light. They were nestled in a spooning position on their left side, but slightly turned onto their backs, with her legs spread open. His hand was gently caressing around her crotch and thighs. She moaned softly. 

"Touch yourself for me..." he continued. Her whimpering moan told him that she was nervous but aroused by the thought. He knew that she was uncomfortable about masturbation, even alone, much less with an audience. Slowly she moved her hand down to her crotch and began to gently follow his. Occasionally taking his hand in hers and moving it. 

He could feel her lips swelling with the thoughts and feelings and stimulation. His soft voice expressed his feelings as he moved his hands over her "I love your body...your hips...your thighs ...your pussy ..." He wasn't sure if the sharp intake of breath was her reaction to his touch or his crude words, but he knew that although she was shy and insecure about the more "nasty" side of sex, it aroused her. In fact, its arousal was so intense that she was often scared of it.

Her hand had retreated to her stomach, so he gently placed his hand on top and encouraged her back to her crotch "touch yourself, make yourself feel good, it's what I want..." 

"Oh, but I should touch you" she said with a shaky voice, betraying her state of arousal at the thoughts she had and the words he had spoken.

"Tonight is my night," he said gently "I want you to touch yourself for me, I want to watch you, to see your body aroused and to see how you touch yourself." The words were encouraging rather than commanding. 

"Are you sure?" she asked softly, clearly beginning to get into the idea, both her hands were now gently caressing her body, as she relaxed into his arms.

"Yes, I want to watch you touch yourself until..." he broke off. He didn't want her to feel pressured, but he wanted her to orgasm. 

He breath was now coming faster, and in soft gasps. The fingers of her right hand were running softly but quickly over the nipples of her breasts – first one, then the other, and back again. She started gently tugging on her right nipple. Her left hand was between her thighs, first touching her inner thighs and then the outside of her lips. Soon she was sliding her middle finger up and down her open slit. She reached up and slid the finger into his mouth as she moaned something and then slid it back to her slit, the saliva from his mouth acting as an intimate lubricant. 

Lying against him, he could feel her arousal grow. She began to moan. He shifted his weight and propped a pillow behind his head so that he could see the full length of her body as her arousal built. Sensing, though her eyes were closed, that he was now watching her whole body, she began to get nervous and stiffen. He quickly whispered, "you are so sexy and beautiful, I love to watch you and your body, nothing is sexier to me." He could feel her relax and the pace of her ministrations quickened.

Slowly her orgasm built and she began to be lost into her own body. Both hands rubbing and caressing her now fully aroused and wet pussy. One finger slowly massaging the entrance while another slid up and down and around her clit. She began to moan. Her sounds and the sights of her body were intensely exciting to him also. His penis was so erect it almost hurt and pre-cum dribbled from its purple tip. Then, her body began to shake, her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps, punctuated by quick high moans. Her thrusting pelvis, and the slip-slop sound of her finger sliding in and out of her pussy, sent him over the edge too. He grabbed his cock and aimed it so that the hot cum would land on her stomach and breasts. As the first load of cum hit her, and she realized what it was, her orgasm intensified. Her pelvis bucked, her sharp breath gave way to a ragged, wanton gasping. Her sharp high moans were replaced by low sounds of an animal in heat. She had completely let go. His cum landed on her right breast and side. He gently massaged it in as her orgasm subsided.

She turned slightly and kissed him softly, even her mouth betrayed the state of arousal she was in. He slipped down and cuddled her into his arms. She snuggled back against his softening dick and she sighed, "that was nice, but I wish you were inside me..." 

"The night is young," he said quickly, "we are not through yet." 

"Hmmmm" she smiled, "that's good."



Watching



He gets himself off while watching her.

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Watching



Derrick walked up the path to his friend's house, he and Aaron were going to go out to the game tonight. He knew he was an hour early but he hadn't had a chance to hang out with his best friend of late. He came around the corner and passed through the gate of the house that he shared with his girlfriend Evelyn.

He saw them in profile of the window in the living room with the soft breeze flicking the curtains he looked more closely and saw Aaron's arm swing back and hit Eve's blushing ass with a thick paddle. 

He crept up the path towards the window and peeked up over the frame, Evelyn had a great body she was a total knock out and had been jealous of his friend for picking her up. 

He could hear them now as Aaron said, "What do you want now?" 

"I want to suck your big cock, I need to taste you," she said.

Derrick got instantly hard as a pole as she crawled over to him. 

"Well take off my pants then," he said as she closed in on him and reached up to unbutton his jeans. Sliding the zipper down and tugged down his jeans letting his thickening manhood slip out, she grasped his thickness making him hiss in pleasure. 

She casually licked him, flicking the head of his cock. Derrick watched them with rapt attention palming the thick bulge in his pants.

"Enough of that Eve, suck me or you get the paddle again," he said commanding her. 

She grinned deviously as she pulled down his jeans sliding them to his feet where he kicked them off. She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and suckled lightly her hands coming up to graze his balls and throbbing shaft making him groan. 

This was too much for Derrick, he pulled open his pants and shoved them and his boxers down grabbing hold of his cock.

Aaron leaned back and let go of a long groan as she played homage to his cock and balls. Sucking and stroking them with the most exquisite pleasure. Derrick watched in on them and palmed his cock stroking himself with even movements watching Eve suck Aaron's cock imagining it was her doing the sucking. 

He jerked when Aaron shook and groaned. She pulled off him and shoved him down on the lounge, affording him a better view as she reached down sucking his cock deep into her mouth, scraping her nails against his thighs and balls. 

Derrick stroked his cock faster as the display really began to heat him up.

"Damn... Eve... keep doing that, so good," he moaned as she sucked him harder and stroked him faster wanting to bring him to climax into her mouth. He never let her taste him, she wanted to force the issue this time however. 

He bucked and groaned as he grabbed onto her shoulders and pushed, "I'm gonna go anytime babe," he croaked as she sped up pushing him back down, devouring his cock faster.

His objections obliterated as she sucked him deep. He bellowed out as his orgasm came crashing down over him, pulsing into her mouth. 

Derrick watched the whole scene and bit back his strangled moan as he pulsed into his hand bolts of pleasure sparking through him.

Aaron panted sweat rolling down his chest as he stared at the sexy bombshell that continually made him lose control of himself. "You taste good," purred Evelyn as she licked a strip up his chest taking his sweat with her. 

"And we still have forty minutes until Derrick comes," she said huskily. Derrick didn't want them to leave he wanted to see Aaron take her against the table or up against the wall. He licked his lips thinking of the possibilities as he listened to Eve 

"What did you have in mind babe?" Aaron growled as he looked at her hotly, his cock reviving.

"Fuck me against the table, I love your sharp hard thrusts in me, fuck me hard Aaron. I want to feel your balls slapping my ass," she purred seductively her hand reaching down to cup and stroke his cock and balls. 

Making him groan as he thickened back to full hardness, he grinned at her ferally and said, "You're on," he growled and picked her up and throwing her against the coffee table, grasping her hips he pulled her open and with one hard slam was fully inside of her. They both cried out at the force of the impact and the shooting pleasure going off like firecrackers.

Derrick couldn't believe his eyes as Aaron started ruthlessly pounding into her, she arched back thrusting back against him. He took his cock back in hand and started stroking himself roughly, running his hands up the sensitive underside and bit back a groan as Aaron sweated over Eve. 

His sizeable bulk straining over her as he drove his cock deep into her, she cried out his name as she exploded in release.

Aaron's balls slammed up against her just as she wanted, she loved his rough treatment as a sharp hard spike of pleasure drove ruthlessly into her, sparking her first orgasm. 

Aaron growled as she squeezed over him, he thrusted past the tightness of her orgasm, slamming into her roughly hard and fast as she gripped the table harder. 

This was pure wild, savage lust thrumming through both of them as she thrust back against him. He tightened his hold on her hips and drove in. 

Derrick panted as he stroked himself harder and faster watching the animal fucking from inside intently forgetting everything else around him.

"Fuck! Aaron! Faster dammit!" she screamed as he ravaged her body. 

He roared as he slammed harder and faster into her grasping her hips so hard her skin had gone white. It was the end for him when she tightened over him like a clamp when her second orgasm ruptured her senses. 

He yelled out as he exploded into her thrusting ruthlessly as she drained every last drop from him. They collapsed together on the floor drenched in sweat, panting hard. 

Derrick bit back a hiss as he erupted in his hand again, the show before him had propelled him past what he had know what good sex ought to be like. They had fucked each other like wild animals.

"I swear we're going to end up killing each other one day," Aaron panted roughly as he pulled Evelyn to him stroking the sweat off her body. 

"We probably will, but what a great way to go hey?" she grinned chuckling.

"I have to get ready Eve, twenty minutes until Derrick gets here," he said looking at the clock on the wall. 

"Of course baby, you have fun tonight," she said, unknown to the fact that Derrick had watched them the past thirty minutes. 

He panted and staggered back from the window, he looked down at his hand. He knew he needed to get cleaned up he had to get back to the shop and fix himself back up. Aaron wouldn't mind him being a few minutes late he thought. 



Watching



He came home from work, earlier than normal. His wife, to his surprise was standing in the kitchen... Nude, except for her apron, going about her business cooking dinner. She did not realize he was home yet...

She was wearing headphones, sing to the music that was playing in them and slowly dancing... Gyrating her hips. He loved the fact she did not realize he was there so he could enjoy the display... But so she didn't know he was home yet, he quickly took off to the shower. He stripped and got in, but to his surprise as he was washing his hair, she had quietly snuck in with him (after shutting off what she was "cooking"). 

She was on her knees in front of him, and the reason he realized she was there is he had felt a warm wet mouth around his cock. She had a tongue ring and knew he loved it when she used it while giving him head. She slowly slid up and down his cock, wiggling her tongue back and forth so her tongue ring would rub the underside of his shaft. He let a low moan of ecstasy escape his lips, as he held the sides of the shower to keep from falling. She gently caressed his balls and then circled each with her marvelous tongue and tongue ring, taking each in her mouth in turn, and gently stroked his taint. 

Then to his surprise she grabbed the soap and started washing him. First lathering his arms and chest, his stomach, then scrubbing his legs and feet and finally washing his very prominent and erect manhood. He thought she was finished! To his delight she did not rinse the soap off, but rather proceeded in giving him a hand job. Back and forth her hand went, and the faster she went the more suds were created. Just when he thought he could take no more, she slapped his ass and turned him around in the shower. She started washing his back and massaging it as well. 10 minutes she massaged his back when she slapped his ass again, giggled, and got out of the shower. Perplexed, he rinsed off and considered finishing himself off when he heard, "Don't you DARE finish yourself honey, I have more in store for you." 

Upon hearing this, he quickly finished rinsing himself, grabbed the towel, and all but ran from the bathroom to the bedroom where he found her spread eagle on the bed wearing nothing but high heels and a seductive smile. "Come here my love," she said in a low sultry tone. He could of came just standing there listening and looking at her, but he didn't because curiosity got the best of him. He threw himself on the bed next to her and was about to touch her when she said, "Ah ah ah," wiggled her finger at him as if she were scolding him, "You go sit on your computer chair right now mister! You have to watch." 

He reluctantly obliged and to his amazement she produced a toy. He sat stunned at what she was doing to herself, and when she brought a second toy out... Oh boy! She was penetrating herself voraciously with Mr. Bumpy (we affectionately named the toy) and working her clit with a mini bullet. Both were on a rather high speed considering the humming sound, and soon she was moaning and squirming on the bed... And watching him. He subconsciously started to stroke himself when she stopped playing with herself, scolded him (yet again), and handcuffed his hands to each arm of his chair. 

Looking at him, she felt a tiny bit sorry for him... But then her impishness got the better of her. Since he could not touch her, she started to give him a slow sexy dance to music only she could hear. She started lighting candles she had stashed around the room, dripping wax from each on various parts of her body... Her nipple, stomach, leg... 

After half a dozen were lit, she strolled back over to him, turned around, and gave him a lap dance. He could feel how warm and wet she was, obviously she was enjoying his torment. She then turned around and kissed him deeply, hotly, passionately and put a blindfold on him. He could hear her rustling around the room and he felt a liquid drizzle over him, then her hands as she massaged his thighs. She stopped as suddenly as she started and then he was feeling another liquid drizzle on him, this time on his cock. She rubbed this liquid in and blew... The heat was amazing, but not as amazing as her mouth which was circling just his head. Around and around and around her tongue swirled, just under the edge when he'd been circumcised. 

She was driving him SO crazy. Again he was on the brink of ecstasy when everything stopped. She started kissing him again, and to his surprise he was free. She'd released his hands and removed his blindfold. He picked her up, put her on the bed and decided it was her turn for torment...

(to be continued)



Watching



"I've always wanted to see a guy jack-off," Amanda said with a blush.

Devin pinked in the cheeks a little too at the revelation. He had not really expected to be overly surprised by Amanda's answer when he asked "What is something you have secretly wanted to do?" during their back and forth question game. She had always seemed like a pretty tame girl. 

For her own part, Amanda was more than a little shocked with her own revelation. She had just blurted out something that she had never shared with anyone before. Now it was out in the open, to a guy at that! 

Maybe that was not an entirely fair assessment. She had known Devin since junior high and now here they were mid way through college. He was closer to her than most of her gal pals. In fact, they were as close as a man and woman tended to get without becoming a couple.

"Wow, never picked you for a voyeur," he said after the shock faded. He grinned a little, figuring this would be something to tease her about for a while.

"Yea, me neither," she responded. She was making it a point to look anywhere other than his eyes. Well, that and his crotch. She finally added, "I've just always been really curious about what you guys do. I mean, I hear the jokes and references, but that isn't the same as seeing and, well, really knowing."

Devin considered this for a moment, tilting his head from side to side. He told her, "That makes sense. So, it's just curiosity thing?"

"Yes," Amanda responded quickly. "Not a sex thing, just a curiosity thing."

"Okay. So if I stripped and stroked one out that would satisfy you? Being all non-sexual and stuff," he said with a laugh.

She had expected him to tease her a bit, but she was going to tease right back. She could not fight down the blush, but she still made the challenge. "Pretty much. So, if you could show me... That would help."

Now it was Devin's turn to blush a little. He was not about to back down though. He started unzipping his pants, confident that she would back down. He looked at her as he said, "Okay, but you'll owe me."

Oh. My. God, Amanda thought to herself. Part of her want to say, "I give, you win," but another part really did want to know. This was her fantasy after all; she had just never thought that Devin would be the one to do it. Steeling her resolve, she bit her lip and nodded her assent. She couldn't bring herself to actually say anything.

Devin had thought she would back down. Apparently he was wrong. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he raised his rear up off of the couch so that he could slide his pants down to his knees. The big moment came when he pulled his underwear down to join them. He could not have looked at Amanda in the face at that moment if he wanted to.

Looking down, he was slightly surprised to see that his cock was already at half-mast. The whole idea was arousing him without him even realizing it. He reached down and took his dick in his hand and lightly squeezed it. His thumb ran lightly over the head as he tried to get it to full hardness.

Amanda finally found her voice to ask, "So, what are you thinking about? I mean, I figure you have to have, like, some fantasy to get hard."

"Rachel Adams," he responded, trying to sound nonchalant. She was a cute blond in their advanced chemistry class. He had been working up the nerve to ask her out for a while now. She had also been in a lot of his fantasies.

Deciding to help out, Amanda told him, "I happen to know for a fact that she keeps a vibe in her backpack. A little silver bullet."

The effect was almost instantaneous. Devin grew hard, his cock standing up like a flagpole. There was still more that it could swell, but it was now something he could work with. Despite trying to appear detached, Amanda smiled.

"Anything else you can tell me?" Devin asked as he groped around in the stand next to the couch. He finally found the hand lotion that was kept there. He usually liked to stroke dry, but since he was putting on a show, well it seemed like this might help. 

"Well, I happen to know that she has an oral fixation, if you know what I mean," Amanda said with a grin. She did not hangout with Rachel much, but she knew how to get the good gossip. It didn't hurt that Rachel was pretty open about things with the other girls in her dorm, especially after she had some drinks on a Friday night. 

Amanda continued, "Apparently she would rather swallow a hot load than have sex some times. And she is quite curious about trying anal with the right guy."

Needless to say Devin had a clear fantasy in mind as he put the lotion in the palm of his hand then gripped his shaft. He began to slowly run his hand up and down his length. He rolled the palm of his hand over the head of his dick. He smeared the lotion into his skin till his whole cock was nicely coated.

"Enjoy the show," he told Amanda as he began to stroke his cock. He wrapped his fingers around the shaft and began to slip his hand up and down it. As he reached the top he would squeeze the grip tighter on the head. He started slow, but as he got into the rhythm his hand pumped faster. He would run his thumb over the head then give a quick burst of speed. 

As Devin groaned with pleasure, Amanda watched intently. Her breathing began to match his, growing more ragged as she grew more excited. She knew that she was growing more aroused with each stroke he gave himself.

Devin reached down with his other hand to grasp his balls. He rolled them in his palm then gave light tug as he tilted his head back in loud groan. He took his hand up to the top and began to twist it around the head. He would squeeze his hand in tight pulses on the swollen head of his cock then twist it fast. Pre-cum was starting to dribble from his cock and being smeared around for more lubrication. He kept switching up the motion anytime the pleasure started to build too much. He was aroused, more than he would have thought, by having her watch him play with himself.

Amanda's heart raced as she watched Devin. She had seen cock before, even felt it, but this... this was different. Something about the way he brought his own pleasure was amazing. She felt like she was privy to some great secret. She knew she would need to sneak off to play with herself as soon as this was done. Reaching down inside for courage, she asked for more, "What are you thinking about?"

"Rachel's ass," he panted, "thinking about fucking it hard, her bent over." He could hardly speak coherently. He did not want to add that he was also just thinking about how hot jacking-off for her was.

His hand became a blur as he slid it up and down his cock, each stroke full and strong. He was fucking his hand the way he was picturing fucking Rachel's ass. His nuts were growing tight with each stroke; he moaned with pleasure and need. It felt as though his cock had grown to twice its normal size. He couldn't hold on any longer, crying out his need, "Fuck! I'm going to cum!"

Normally he might have grabbed a tissue or gone to the bathroom, but Devin wanted to make this a show to remember. His cock was pointed straight up as the orgasm hit and white hot ropes of cum shot high into the air. They hit the peak of their arc and then rained down on his lap. What had just stayed at the top was being slowly rubbed into Devin's cock as his hand eased the last of the tension from it.

Finally, growing too sensitive to continue, Devin stopped stroking his cock. With a pleased sigh he leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and panted out, "Was it everything you expected?"

Amanda licked her lips as she tried to find the right words. She wanted to say it was amazing, the most erotic thing she had ever seen. All she could manage was, "Oh boy, was it. That was just... wow."



Watching



I'm always watching. I watch everyone who comes into the gym where I work out. I watch because you never know might be watching back.

He came in late one afternoon on a Saturday. I watched him check in and go to the lockers. He glanced my way and held my gaze a little longer than usual before breaking away and continuing toward the lockers. My heart jumped. I watched for him to emerge in his workout clothes then quickly averted my eyes so he would think I was stalking him or something.

I finished a set of reps and glanced his way. He was watching me. Our eyes met again, a little longer than necessary. He looked away. We were playing a game we both knew so well.

I went to the bench press and moved some weights for my set up and then lay down on the bench. He came up. "You need a spotter?"

I glanced up at him, baggy shorts, clearly no jockstrap; "Thanks."

After a few reps I replaced the weights and sat up. "I'm Mike."

"Don."

I wiped my face with my towel. "You're new here." More of a statement than a question.

"Yeah; my wife and I just moved to town a couple of weeks ago."

Married man on the prowl. I smiled at him. "Welcome to town. I think you'll like it here." I gave him the once over. His cock was semi-erect, pressing against his shorts.

"I can't stay very long today, just wanted to check the place out for a bit."

"Have you seen everything yet?"

"Almost. Are the showers any good?"

"Let me show you. I'm finished" I led him to the showers, grabbed a couple of towels, tossing him one, and motioned toward the back of the shower stalls. They were large enough for two people easily although each stall had only one shower head. Someone was thinking when they designed this.'

I started removing my sweaty workout clothes and he did the same. Finally I saw his cock, now more than semi hard, hanging down. Naked, I 'accidently' brushed against him in route to the showers. He followed and entered the stall next to mine. I soaped my cock, also more than semi hard, and wondered what he was doing. I was finishing up soaping my body when I heard him..... "Mike? Can you give me a hand?"

My heart pounded and I said, "Sure." I rinsed off all the soap and walked around the wall separating the two stalls. Don was standing with his back to me, hard ass staring me in the face. Hearing me, he turned around. He was stroking his cock nice and slowly, now fully erect. He smiled at me and I knelt before him and took his cock out of his hand. I stroked it slowly, while massaging his balls. I leaned in and took his knob into my mouth and started swirling my tongue around the tip. My hand pressed between his legs, which he parted farther, and a finger wiggled into his ass. His hands rested on my head and he began to moan. 

After a few minutes he started fucking my mouth harder and I knew he was close to cuming. I redoubled my efforts, fingering his prostate, stroking and sucking his cock until he erupted in my mouth. I eagerly took all he gave and swallowed greedily. I finished up and stood before him, my own cock hard as nails. He grabbed my cock and squeezed it and started stroking it while looking into my eyes. He continued to stroke me as he spoke.

"Well, Mike. I think you and I are going to be good friends." While he spoke his other hand grabbed my cock. His eyes never left mine, so I didn't look down. He continued to tell me about himself while working my cock with his hands. It felt good. I listened as he spoke, watching the features of his face. Then he did something, I don't know what it was but it felt like electricity jolting though my cock; it pushed me over the edge and I exploded right then and there. Cum spurting up on Don's body as he reluctantly let go.

"What was that?" I asked, gasping for breath.

He smiled at me and left the shower.

I looked at my cock wondering what he had done, how he had done it. By the time I rinsed off, he was dressed and on his way out. "See you here tomorrow at three", he said. 

I'd be there. I'd be watching for him.



Watching



Me:

You are not home yet when I arrive. I know it will be a while longer until you get here, so I decide to take a relaxing shower while I wait for you. I start the shower; hot, just as I like it. As I undress, the thought occurs to me that I really wish you were home already. I would love for you to join me. I know that we will be together later, but you know how I am, and I'm already imagining you touching me. As I wash myself, I can't help but imagine it is your hands lathering up my body. My cock begins to stiffen just thinking of this. As I wash myself, my hand lingers, gently, fondling my dick, my balls. Fully erect, aroused, I know what comes next. I decide to dry off and make myself comfortable on the bed, rather than finishing in the shower.

You:

You are almost giddy, knowing that you will be home earlier than you thought. You know that I will be surprised to see you so much earlier than expected. Driving home, your mind wanders, fantasizing about tonight. You know we will make love, of course, but you also know there are myriad possibilities. "How, exactly, will he fuck me tonight?," you ask yourself. And the wondering gets the juices flowing steadily. You press down on the gas pedal just a little harder....

Me:

I lie on the bed, slightly propped up on the pillows. On my back, my cock hard, stiff, aching for you, I imagine the warmth of your mouth, your wet, inviting cunt, your tight asshole. Slowly at first, I touch the tip of my cock, my fingers circling the head. I play with my balls, taking my time, savoring the sensation. My other hand begins to squeeze a nipple, exactly the way you do it; you know how I love this. Before long, I am stroking my dick steadily, slowly at first, but more quickly by the moment. I think of you, imagining myself penetrating you, fucking you hard, wildly, hearing you moan and begging me to fuck you even harder. I begin to thrust my hips, imagining this, as I jerk myself off.

You:

As you walk through the door, all you can think of is getting laid. How nice to be able get an early start on this. You put down your purse, slip off your shoes, and head toward the bedroom. As you approach the doorway, you see that I am on the bed, obviously very aroused, pumping my cock...and you know that I haven't noticed you yet; I am too far into this to notice much of anything, and you can sense that. From beyond the doorway, you watch, and your first instinct is to strip, enter the bedroom, and mount me. But you don't do this; you are transfixed, secretly watching, delighting in the sight. The fact that I believe I am totally alone makes the scene erotic in a way that you are not used to. You wonder if this is right, to make yourself my audience without my knowledge. But you know, instinctively, that I would welcome and enjoy this. You couldn't help yourself anyway. You watch, feeling your pussy become soaking wet, as I stroke myself. Harder, faster, until you hear me gasp, and watch as I spurt hot cum, arcing up from my dick, all over the front of my body. You feel almost ready to have your own orgasm, seeing me on the bed, semen all over my belly, my chest, even a little on my own face. I look over, our eyes meet...and we both smile. You enter the bedroom...

Us:

"How long have you been there?," I ask.

"Long enough, Sweetheart."

"Sorry I couldn't wait. I didn't think you were going to be home for quite a while. What can I say? I'm a horny slut!"

"Don't worry. I thought it was great. My cunt is dripping! And you're fine...you're MY horny slut."

You remove your clothes, quickly, all but tearing them off. I can see that your panties are soaked, completely through. You straddle me, rubbing yourself on my dick. I can feel how wet you are, see how hungry you are for me. After a few moments, you stop this, and begin licking the cum off of my body, tasting it, savoring it. This feels incredibly good, you inching your way up my torso with your tongue. I happen to notice that your hand is between your legs, playing with your clit as you do this. My cock begins to harden again. As you reach my face, you grab my head and pull it roughly to yours, kissing me deeply, passionately, your tongue rammed into my mouth. We kiss like this for several moments, until I grab you, and throw you onto your back. My cock is now completely hard again , and I need to be inside of you. I spread your legs apart, and not terribly gently, thrust two fingers into you, feeling your wetness. You gasp.

"Fuck me. PLEASE, fuck me." You are begging. You know what this does to me. But you need this, desperately. I do, too. I mount you, and at this point we are both way too hungry for subtlety. This is a hard, fast fuck, the way we like it. We kiss, and as your orgasm explodes, I squeeze your nipple as hard as I can. The sound you make is almost a shriek, carnal and intense, and this sends me over the edge, my own orgasm loud, intense, as my cock pounds into you.

Spent, we cuddle and hold each other, for a long while.

"I think I need another shower."

"Mind if I join you?"

"I was hoping you would."



Watching



I tell him to watch me and he joins in. 

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Watching



He folded her in half as if she were a piece of paper, her feet up on his shoulders, her knees framing her head, as he repeatedly pounded into her. Hard. She jerked across the futon inch by inch until she was almost at the edge and just about to cum. 

In order to avoid hitting the floor she'd need to move, but she didn't want him to stop, it felt so good to have him! The danger must have done it because she finally gushed forth a huge cum. The sensation traveled throughout her even as he hitched her body up and sideways. 

Now, fully aware that he was about to explode, even though she wanted more, she flexed her muscles, tightening around him, sucking him off with her pussy. She enjoyed feeling him swell and become a rock within her. It didn't bother her in the slightest when he came first, or before she was done with him, she knew she'd feel fabulous no matter what. She'd let him watch, and enjoy that just as much. 

He thrusted into her once more, and began pounding faster and faster until he could hold it no more. He let out a long low groan, and then apologized for not lasting longer. She giggled and told him she wasn't complaining then reached for her vibrator....he watched her move it in, out and all around in a circle, pound it hard then slow, and then bury it deep while pushing it down on top of her clit. 

She came again with a loud, long satisfied note which made him ready to take her right then and there, all over , just to hear her for a third time. He enjoyed watching her play, and was somewhat irritated that he couldn't do it more often. 

Plus, when he did, he often ended up fucking her when he should just enjoy the show and let the anticipation build for next time. As she relaxed into a good rhythm, playing the tip of the vibrator over her clit, then inserting it into the sticky cum dripping from her hole, he reflected on the fact that this was the most sexually charged relationship he'd ever been in. 

All she had to do was make a suggestion, or give him that seductive grin, maybe lick her lips and he was raring to go. Hell most of the time all he had to do was look at her and his dick got hard. 

She in turn had told him he was so different, she was so comfortable with him, and she felt she could do anything in his presence without feeling the least bit uneasy. 

She was proving it now as far as he was concerned. 

He watched her close her legs around the vibrator, and hold it there so she was now free to use her palms to tease the tips of her nipples, her fingers to pull and roll them, make them pucker. 

As she arched her back slightly he saw her straighten her legs more and jerk a bit, clearly from striking a good spot, but she recovered her composure. 

He watched her lay her legs flat out and heard her breathe in trying to avoid cumming too soon...it must be vibrating directly on her clit, he thought. Then she began to flex her muscles. Seeing her skin move, watching her cheeks flush, he realized he was witnessing what it looked like for her to fantasize about squeezing him off while she rode him. 

He let her continue for a few minutes more, listening to her moan and comment about fucking him again, but as she began to pant and writhe slightly from side to side he could resist touching her no more. 

Deciding he would assist her, he stood and walked to the other side, knelt down on the floor, and took both her hands in his own. 

He lifted them high above her head, and then held them both in one hand while bending to tickle the tip of her nearest nipple with his tongue. He drifted across the other nipple with his free hand, and then grasped it between his fingers tugged it upward while the other nipple was now being firmly nibbled. 

She was writhing more now with the combined pleasure of their teamwork, and she was tightening around the vibrator enough that it would soon be pushed out. 

He spoke to her now, asking her if she liked what he was doing, telling her to hold still so he could climb on top of her, informing her he would let her ride if she could follow orders.

Once she agreed, he relinquished his hold on her hands, but she kept them raised above her head. He told her to bring her knees up slowly; she did it, beginning to pant more heavily. He smiled a wide devilish smile because he knew she was fighting an orgasm...and it was big.

Direct stimulation to her clit made her crazy. Next he told her to open her legs only enough for him to take hold of the vibrator. She did, and once his left hand gripped it, he began to move it in and out, slowly, in and out. 

She lifted her head to watch, but swiftly closed her eyes and laid it back down when he lifted his eyebrows reminding her she did not yet have his permission to watch. 

He kept his right hand busy circling her clit, or drifting across it whenever the vibrator's clit stimulator wasn't touching it. She began to tremble so now he gave her permission to watch. She lifted her body up, and he quickly slid a pillow underneath so she was somewhat propped up. 

The tension in her muscles combined with her arousal forced the vibrator out so he quickly replaced it with his left hands' four fingers, fucking her well, over and over. She yelled, she told him she loved it, she begged him to let her cum! 

She reached for him and he stopped circling his thumb around her clit to take her right hand into his while the left kept thrusting, twisting in and out of her soaking wet pussy. He looked down to see her white hot juices covering his fingers, and felt her tighten around him.....it was time and he needed to move fast. 

He pulled his hand out and away so fast she cried out, but in another second he had pulled her up off the futon, lay himself down on it, and planted her squarely on top of him. 

She felt him pulse inside and began rolling her hips, gripping him tightly with the walls of her pussy, she rode him until she screamed out how good it felt to fucking ride his cock!! 

She rode so hard, and watched every move her body made in the mirror directly in front of her. She was so tight on him, and rode him so well, burying him so deeply, that she squeezed his balls between her butt cheeks every time she moved forward. 

Before either of them realized what was happening, their screams mingled, intensity washing over them head to foot, as they came simultaneously.

She hit save and closed her computer as the need to play was overwhelming now. It was good, but it wasn't finished, she'd have to work on it later. 

Yet she thought the story is coming along nicely. 

Her writing was always a work in progress until it was done. It evolved that way; a good mix of fact and fiction. Taking one last swig from her coffee she looked up to see him standing on her deck looking in at her with that crazy devilish smile she liked so much, chewing his gum, reaching for the patio door handle. 

She flung herself at the door wrenching it open and greeted his laughter with a hug and exclaimed, "What're you doing here?!" but he just kissed her passionately and pushed her inside. 

When the heat began rising he broke the kiss and said "You mentioned you'd be writing today." as he untied and opened her robe. 

She gapped at him open mouthed then finally asked, "So how long have you been standing there?" to which he replied "Long enough to know you're ready to play." 

He beamed at her. "I wanna watch." He stated simply. She squeezed his hand, squealed with delight and pulled him into the living room. She left him briefly to fetch a comfortable chair, but as soon as the task was done she stripped and flopped down turning on the purple vibrator in hand. 

He was comfortably seated, gripping the arms of the chair in anticipation, eyes locked on her naked body. 

She put the tip of the vibrator next to her clit, and began moving it around over and over, while her other hand caressed her body. It tweaked her nipples in turn then licking her fingers she spread her legs wide and pushed them inside her now visibly very wet vagina. 

They were both thinking of her as Venus since that was her name after all...Venus dripped with moisture as she moved her fingers in and out faster and faster. 

She arched her neck feeling heady with pleasure and then closed her eyes to fantasize that it was he who touched her rather than her own fingers...him who plunged his fingers deep into Venus. Him who aroused her nipples...made them wet with saliva, sliding his tongue over them.

She began to whimper a little, and to her surprise she heard a deep sigh of appreciation and longing escape from him. She slowly opened her eyes when she heard the zipper ticking its way down. 

Looking up she saw him standing next to her, his swollen penis being rubbed with one of his hands, then the other hand fished it out, finally achieving freedom from his pants. She gasped and whimpered a little louder now knowing he wouldn't be giving it to her, but rather that he brought it out to enhance her experience.

Their eyes locked now as they both pounded themselves harder and harder, her with the vibrator on as high as it could go, in and out hard and fast and he clenched fist holding his penis firmly moving up and down. 

He only occasionally relinquished his grasp in order to prevent cum from squirting over her too soon. When he returned with relish for the third time, he knew he wouldn't have to let go again, seeing she was close to her own explosion. 

He watched her face flush a bright red, and the hand she busied with her breasts reached down to grasp the vibrator so that both hands could pound it deeper inside, bury it against her most sensitive spot. 

Their eyes still locked she yelled out his name asking him to please fuck her!! 

But, just then, the stars came out. They came long and hard, before he could shake his head no in response, squirting his sticky white cum all over her body. 

"You need to watch me more often." She stated when he collapsed next to her with a low, slow groan of satisfaction. She rolled her body over onto his, draping herself over him, but he squirmed and said "Oh no, we'll end up fucking and I don't have time to do it the way I want to so I have to get up right now."

Frowning at him, she rolled off saying "Suit yourself." And although she was frustrated she couldn't help but smile at him when he came in close for a kiss. She pulled closer, hugging her naked body to his now clothed but hot body in one last attempt of seduction. 

He grinned knowingly and told her he loved her before leaving. She reached for her vibrator, couldn't find it, had just sat up to look for it when the door opened again and he poked his head in. 

He waited for her to make eye contact then said, "Tomorrow?" She nodded gleefully and blew him a kiss. He winked, popped some new gum in his mouth and was off. Feeling she no longer needed to play again she decided to hit the shower. 

She would have more foreplay later, unrestrained sex tomorrow, and possibly do the whole thing all over again the next day.



Watching



It used to be just you I'd fantasize about, but now she features, too. I've watched you so many times, timed my orgasm to yours. I've seen the sensual way you stroke her flesh and I've imagined your hand upon me, caressing me, knowing each place that craves your touch. 

I turn off my lights and open my blinds, hoping that there'll be a show tonight. Thankfully, I'm not disappointed. The passion between you floats through the air, igniting between my legs as you each begin to strip. The look you give each other as each article is removed makes me wish I was present in the room, stripping with both of you. 

I take my clothes off as well. Each item hits the floor in a soft thud as my breathing deepens. I long for you to look at me the way you look at her. You could devour her with your eyes. And her gaze? All fire and ice. I would melt before it. 

I watch you kiss her deeply and I imagine your tongue pressing between my lips, parting them insistently. My pussy lips ache for you already and the show has just barely begun.

You walk as you kiss her, maneuvering her to the bed and she falls back gracefully onto the mattress. Her body is a landscape of luscious mounds and supple flesh and I wonder what it would be like to taste her. Do you see what you've done to me? I've never thought of a woman that way and yet you tempt me each time you touch her.

You are on her in a flash, kissing her again, before sprinkling her flesh with nips and kisses down her body. I imagine your tongue darting between her legs. The distance provides only the vision of your head between her thighs, but I can see your tongue teasing her clit, flicking it repeatedly and my fingers mimic your actions on my own clit. My moans are her moans as I imagine your tongue parting her lips and seeking out her pleasure. 

I will myself to keep my eyes open, to watch as she pinches her nipple with one hand and grabs your hair with the other. My own nipple cries out for attention and I roll it between my fingers before pulling it harder, pinching it as I imagine how your scruff would feel on my thighs. 

I slip a finger inside my aching lips, envisioning your tongue. I'll need to slow down if I want to wait for your release. But maybe today I'll treat myself. Maybe today I'll come with each of you, share in each of your pleasure without your knowing. 

Her back begins to arch off the bed slowly, floating back down just to arch back up again. She is nearing her orgasm and I can only imagine how skilled your tongue and fingers are. Her body remains arched and her head tilts back, I hear my moan echo in my empty apartment as I quicken my pace. Her thighs squeeze around your head and mine ache to feel you between them. 

Her orgasm winds down and her body collapses back on the bed. I wonder what position you'll take her in. Of course, I love the ones where I can see your cock best, watch it plunge into her as I dream of my mouth, pussy, or ass encircling your hardness. 

You lay down and she climbs on top of you, swinging a leg over your erection, then impaling herself on it. Her head rolls back as you fill her and I burn with jealousy. I want to gasp as you enter me, I want to hear her gasp as you fuck her. I imagine straddling your face, watching her ride you as your tongue laps at my juices. I'd reach out to her, grab her hair, and thrust my tongue into her mouth, kissing her passionately before turning my attention to her breasts and clit. 

Your hands roam over her body as she leans back, her arms behind her, supporting her. You've allowed her to take charge but as I see your movements quicken, I know she is about to lose that control. Your hands grip her hips and you raise your ass from the bed, ramming into her from underneath while you pull her down hard. She bolts upright, obviously surprised and looks down upon you while biting her lip, her eyes supplicative, asking for more. Baby, I wouldn't hesitate to beg for more of you. "Please," I'd moan as you rammed into me harder, getting louder with each thrust. I'd rub my clit, wanting to finish with you.

She braces herself, leaning forward as you continue to thrust hard from beneath her. Her ass wiggles above you as she circles her hips. You pull her down upon you harder, more quickly, and my fingers keep pace, a poor substitute for your cock. I tease my nipples, then return my attention to my clit, knowing you are on the verge of coming inside her. I envy her. She'll lay beside you, dripping with your cum, your arm around her, and I'll be left here in the dark. But for now, I focus on bringing you to life before me, if only in my imagination.

I feel the heat of your skin against mine as you thrust into me, your hands pulling my hips against you. You feel so good and I don't want it to end. With a final thrust, her head tilts back in a loud moan and your grunt echoes in the room. I finish as her body slumps down upon yours. She lays against your chest and I can feel your breath and her breath, the only sounds left in the room as your hearts slow back down.

My release is bittersweet. I bite my lip as I straighten up in my chair. A deep breath, and then it's time to close the blinds and hope that I'll find you another day.



Watching



I was with Janice at the beach on the day it happened. Not that it happened to me and Janice. We were just witnesses to what went on. Very inconspicuous witnesses, I assure you. But the whole thing was quite an education for us, and a warning.

You have to understand that Janice and I were a little young for our age. We knew theoretically what sex was about, and we were starting to notice with some interest how boy's pants seemed to stir at the front. It's funny to watch them flush and start to stammer when Janice stands really close to someone, just touching their chest with a finger. 

Horrible of us to laugh about it, I know, but we were still just practicing. I mean, we'd have been horrified if a boy had offered to show us what he had or tried to grab us in an inappropriate way.

I suppose it was that continued innocence that made the whole thing so interesting. And enlightening. Knowing something in theory and seeing it happen in practice are two different things.

Anyway, as I was saying, we were at the beach. The only reason Janice and I were there was to work on our tans. We were both wearing the smallest bikinis we owned and we had slipped off to a fairly lonely spot. We didn't really want boys standing around us, tongues hanging out and bathers bulging in front. 

We spread our towels next to some bushes and we settled down for some serious sun-bathing. And, no, we were not topless. We'd have been shocked at the very idea.

After we'd been basking for a while we heard voices. We tensed up, thinking the boys had located us, then settled back and relaxed as we realised it was a couple talking. The man said something to the effect here's a nice private spot and we could hear them settling down on the other side of the bushes.

There was silence from both our little parties for a while, but then there was some giggling and movement from the other couple. We heard the girl give this little moan and say something along the lines of "that's nice" and Janine's curiosity got the better off her.

She kneeled next to the bushes and peeped through them and then she waved for me to come and take a look. I could see she was holding back a giggle.

So I scooted over next to Janice and peeped along with her. I recognized the couple easily. He was Mickey. A nice enough guy, I suppose, but I always thought him a bit of a bonehead. Lots of nice muscles to make up for the lack of brains though, and very friendly.

She was Marie, which was very interesting, as she wasn't supposed to be Mickey's current girlfriend. I wondered if she'd decided to move in on him. Marie's had an odd sort of reputation, somehow managing to be both popular and apparently resented by a number of boys.

I'd mentioned this to my brother once and asked what their problem was with her. She's a cock-teaser, he grumbled, and then went red and walked away when I asked him to explain. I figured out why when I googled the term. Boys are so sensitive about talking about that sort of thing.

It was bloody obvious that Marie didn't have any qualms about sun-bathing topless. Not that she was really topless, as she was wearing a hand bra, but they weren't her hands.

Mickey, on the other hand, had no qualms about sun-bathing bottomless. His bathers were next to him and he had an erection. You can be sure that Janice and I both noticed it, even though Marie's hands were covering it, and we both nudged each other. I had to put my hand over my mouth to stop myself giggling. 

Perhaps I should clarify part of what I just said. When I said that Marie's hands were covering Mickey's cock, that was a bit of poetic license. Her hands were on his cock, but they were nowhere near covering it. There was too much of it. Although she was having a good go as her hands were running up and down it. Mickey apparently liked it as he'd give this little jump every time her fingers trailed over the head of that thing.

This is part of what I meant by the difference between knowing something theoretically and knowing it for real. We knew men got erections. We'd seen pictures and giggled over them. But now we were looking at a real one and while I don't know about Janice, I was getting this funny feeling deep down inside me.

Mickey was stroking Marie's breasts while she played with his cock. Every so often his hand would wander down to try and slip under her bikini but she always pushed him away. Apparently she would let him go so far and no further.

It turned out she would let him go further when Mickey put his hand on Marie's pussy, but outside her bathers. She started squirming under his touch, plainly enjoying it, and holding tightly to his cock as he teased her. I suppose the fact that she kept her pants on is what led to her being called a cock-teaser. 

I nudged Janine when I saw Mickey finally manage to slip a finger under the edge of Marie's bathers and start feeling around under them. Janine promptly nudged me back. We were both quite interested in the little scene and trying not to laugh. Like I said, it was educational.

We were now about to find out what a cock-teaser does. Marie seemed to succumb to Mickey's charms and let him push her bikini bottom down a bit, showing off her mound. We only saw it for a moment as his hand promptly closed over it, but we could see his hand working on her while she moaned and squirmed.

The Marie let go of Mickey's meat, pushed his hand away and calmly said "That's all. Let's get dressed."

That's when our education really began. Mickey did something that flipped Marie over onto her tummy. Then he hoicked her hips up so she was kneeling and he was kneeling behind her, and his cock was pointing right at her pussy. The angle we were on we could see everything that Marie had and just how close Mickey's cock was to it.

Marie was twisting around trying to look behind her and we now had a clear view of her angry face as well. She was spitting chips.

"I said that's all, Mickey," she rapped out. "Now let me go."

Mickey's answer was to just ignore her and push his cock up against her slit. Marie got this surprised look on her face.

"Mickey," she squealed. "Don't you dare. I said no."

Then Marie's eyes seemed to get very wide and the surprised look turned into one of shock as Mickey pushed his cock into her. He didn't muck about doing it either, and his cock just vanished up her pussy like a rabbit diving down its burrow.

Marie gave a small squeal of pain as Mickey charged home and Janice muttered very quietly "And another cherry gets popped."

Geez, Marie looked livid, but it was far too late to do anything now. She was now officially on the list of ex-virgins, like it or not. (I'm assuming that just having a cock pop you is enough to make you qualify.)

"You rotten pig," Marie wailed at Mickey. "Stop it. Take it out."

Mickey wasn't having a bar of that. He knew what he was doing.

"Oh, shut up," he told her. "You were hot to trot and you know it. If it wasn't me now it would be someone else very soon, so it might as well be me. Just relax. You'll enjoy it."

Mr Smooth in action. If I don't fuck you someone else will so I'll do it.

It was pretty plain that he had no intention of stopping. He started pulling his cock out and slapping it back against Marie while she squealed and squirmed and protested. 

It turned out that Mickey didn't appreciate the protests. He was doing his best to please her so she should shut up and cooperate. He explained it to her, using his Mr Smooth style.

He pulled nearly all the way out, leaving her bottom an easy target. Then he popped her one on her cheek.

"Will you just shut up for a while and get with it. When I fuck a girl I expect her to fuck me back, so start moving your arse."

Surprisingly enough, Marie shut up. Or maybe not so surprisingly. We could see a big red handprint where his hand had connect with Marie's bum. As well as shutting up, she proceeded to do as instructed and moved her arse.

We watched as her bottom started bobbing up and down, moving in time to the efforts that Mickey was making. Apparently satisfied with the way Marie was behaving he reached around and grabbed both her breasts, and then he really went to town on her.

Mickey was plunging in and out like crazy with Marie's bottom frantically bouncing in an effort to keep up with him. Marie was now squealing steadily, but it seemed to me that she was enjoying the attention. Reluctantly, possibly, but enjoying it all the same. I suppose all the cock-teasing she'd been doing had left her in a permanent state of excitement and now her chickens had come home to roost her body was happy.

To simplify what I was trying to say, it looked to me as if Marie loved being fucked.

It was bloody obvious that Mickey loved fucking her. He was groaning and carrying on and telling her how wonderful she felt and how he was going to tell everyone what a good screw she was. I couldn't help suspecting that that last bit would not exactly enthral her. 

I have to give Mickey marks for stamina. He kept ploughing along, fucking Marie in fine style. Marie had started off reluctant, been coerced into cooperating, moved on to loving it, and was now frantically scrambling for an orgasm.

At least I assumed that was what she was doing, the way she started squealing and pushing herself even harder against Mickey. Then she made this sort of yowling sound, like my cat when it's on heat, and just collapsed forward, her bottom still bobbing against Mickey who seemed to have gone nuts, holding her hips and moving erratically inside her.

I'm just guessing, of course, but I'd say they both just finished up with climaxes. It suddenly occurred to me that if their playtime was over and they got up and started moving around they might not be too happy to stumble over Janice and me. 

I tapped Janice and indicated that the show was over and it was time for us to leave. She nodded and we grabbed our things and snuck quietly away.

We made it back to the main beach and almost the first person we ran into was Katy, Mickey's current girlfriend. Officially, at least. She asked us if we'd seen Mickey.

Janice promptly piped up, "Oh, yes. We just saw him walking along the beach. Just up past those bushes," she added, pointing.

Katy smiled and headed that way and Janice and I made ourselves inconspicuous and waited.



Watching



She looks at the man seated on the edge of their bed, his muscular dark frame relaxed back on his elbows, his nudity not seeming to make him the least bit uncomfortable. She looks to her husband standing in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest as he watches her undress for his friend.

She admires the man's body, his curly black hair cut short, and his strong African features prominent on his clean shaven face. His shoulders and arms are muscular, but she anticipated that from the construction they both did. His waist is trim, his tummy flat with nice abdominal definition leading up to his chest, the patch of curly black hair in the center extending out to almost touch his areolas. His erect cock looks very thick to her and she knows she couldn't touch her thumb and middle finger around that beautiful shaft.

She sees her husband is watching her critically as she disrobes, admiration showing in his eyes as he sees she has nothing on under her dress when it falls to the floor. He nods approvingly to her as she looks into his eyes. They both knew why she wanted this; they knew she had always been attracted to muscular black men. They both also knew that this wasn't just about her.

Her pubic hairs glisten from the arousal that had built while she prepared for this evening. She had discussed her desires with her husband many times, but it wasn't until just recently that he finally agreed to let her fulfil this one. He was also adamant that this would be the one and only time she would ever have another man.

Her husband had always been very possessive of her, but he had never tried to take away her own identity. He respected that she was her own person and he listened to her opinions even though, being the Dominant of their marriage, his word was final. Even with him as her Dominant, she had never been made to feel ashamed or degraded; he never belittled her in any way since their choosing of that lifestyle.

Oh sure, he had given her some pretty severe spankings if she broke any of the house rules, but these were very rare since most of the rules were made to ensure that she would take care of herself. Things like taking her meds, not texting while driving, and eating healthy. He never held a mistake over her after she had been punished for it and he always told her that she was forgiven. She had a clean slate, a fresh start and then he held her in his strong arms until her tears stopped. She knew he meant it. Her infraction of the rules just wasn't brought up again and she found it much easier to get past the guilt she felt so strongly.

They had even added a rule about her not screwing up the finances and he had insisted she take care of the check book after she cost them over three hundred dollars in bank fees for bouncing checks. She smiled at the memory of how bruised her ass had been after that punishment, her smile a product of the pride she felt in her husband when he hadn't thrown it in her face when she had bounced another check. She still got a spanking for it, but he never mentioned the past mistake as he paddled her bottom. This lifestyle was really good for her self-esteem, as well as her self-discipline.

She had been married twelve years to this wonderful, loving man, and had not wanted for much of anything in all that time. His job allowed them to live comfortably and she became a stay at home mom, raising her two boys through home schooling like she wanted. Her boys took to their new father very well from the beginning and he easily filled the place her ex-husband had left in their lives.

They began living a Dominant / submissive lifestyle when the kids had moved on to college four yours ago. She was the one to suggest a domestic discipline lifestyle to him and after few months of discussion, as well as a lot of research, they agreed to give it a try after the kids moved out.

She hears her husband's voice softly from behind her. 'Now you may take what you need love.'

'Thank you sir.' Is all she says as she climbs onto the bed, her body trembling slightly as she straddles the man lying there.

She knows that her husband is only allowing this to happen because of those ridiculous dreams. She recalls the look of hurt in his eyes when she woke from one of them, another man's name on her lips. She had been having dreams about sex with the man in front of her for a couple of months now, but she hadn't told her husband about them.

She had felt so ashamed when she woke and he looked at her with such obvious hurt in his eyes. He had even called in sick that day and they had talked for hours about her dreams and even though she had done most of the talking that day, both of them had shed tears before they finished.

She had always been faithful to her husband. She loved him with all of her heart and she never thought that she would desire another. These silly dreams just made no sense to her! He was a very good lover and satisfied her completely, not only in bed, but in other ways that really mattered. That was when he confessed to her a fantasy he had been having. He fantasized about her having sex with another man while she watched him watching her. This revelation brought fresh tears and all of the fears and insecurities she thought were in the past welled up in her stronger than ever.

This night was obviously for them both and they felt they would become closer as a couple from sharing this experience. She was absolutely terrified about losing him, she always had been, but her husband had reassured her that she was stuck with him no matter what.

She takes his erect member in her hand and places the head of it against her vulva as she lifts her hips into position over it. Then, using her other hand to spread her lips, she lowers herself onto him.

'Oh good Lord, he's so big!' She says as she wiggles her hips a little while watching her husband and spreads her knees wider as the shaft slowly penetrates, opening the entrance of her vagina tightly around it. The pressure she feels against her clitoris is delicious and she already feels close to climax as she lifts off of him slightly. She lowers back down, taking more of him, her clitoris pulsing against his thick shaft as she rises off of him again.

Her orgasm begins as she eases him back in, her clitoris dragging over the head and pushing along the shaft as she takes more of it.

'Oh shit, I'm cumming Sir!' She cries out, throwing her head back as her body begins to spasm around the member inside of her. His large hands grip her waist firmly, and he pulls her down onto his erection, sliding it deeper into her, her climax making her pussy slick around the shaft.

She opens her knees fully as her body trembles in orgasm, her clitoris sliding tightly over him. She drops her head forward, her hair spilling across her breasts, and moans loudly as she is pulled down by the waist, his hands easing her down onto him more.

As her orgasm plays out, she looks down into the eyes of this beautiful black man, seeing him smiling up at her as she feels a strong pulsing between her legs as he pulls himself further into her and she cries out as she begins to orgasm again. 'Damn, he's so big!' She pants, letting her body weight slide him the rest of the way inside of her.

She moans loudly as she feels his head pushed painfully against her cervix, touching her G spot, the thick shaft increasing the intensity of her orgasm.

She lifts her head and cries out, 'Oh yes! Oh yes!' And then pumps up and down on the member within her as her body continues to tremble in orgasm. Her eyes open wide and she looks to her husband. 'Watch me Sir!' Then she says, for his benefit. 'Let me see you watching me!'

She lifts herself quickly, then pushes down onto him several times, feeling him tight inside of her. Her orgasm is intense and pure lust seems to have taken her body over as she pumps her body swiftly up and down on that erect member while she watches her husband begin to smile.

Her trembling legs ache from being bent at the knees for so long, her thigh muscles tight, and she is forced to rest on her haunches with him still inside of her. Her climax has finally diminished, and she is panting breathlessly. 'I need to straighten my legs. I can't stay in this position anymore.'

'It's alright love, go ahead and straighten them.' Her husband says as he looks into her eyes. 

She straightens her legs and leans forward onto her elbows, turning her head and laying herself against the man still inside of her trembling body.

She feels the hairs on his chest tickle her breasts as she rests her cheek on his muscular shoulder, relaxing as she feels his erection pulsing softly inside of her. The penetration feels different in this position, he isn't as deep, and she isn't quite so tight around him she realizes and relaxes her body against his, her breathing hard and labored.

She lay like that for several minutes, allowing her body to relax even more, her breathing returning to normal. Then she feels those strong arms around her, holding her against him as he rocks gently from side to side, scooting slowly down the bed, but not allowing his erection to slip out of her.

Her legs slide off of the bed, and her feet touch the floor, but he still holds her body firmly against his when he stops with his buttocks hanging over the edge of the bed.

She lay there with her cheek against his shoulder, and says to her husband. 'Are you watching my love?'

'Yes I am wife.' Her husband says. 'Will this satisfy your desire?'

'Oh, yes sir. Thank you so very much for this. But we aren't finished yet my husband. I need to feel you as well.'

'I was hoping you would my love. Slide off of him and I will get you ready. I don't want this to hurt.'

'Yes sir.' She says as she lifts her hips, the large member sliding out of her.

She lowers herself back down against his dark body, feeling his erection press against the swollen top of her vulva as her husband places two finger against her vagina. He easily slides them between her wet lips, pushing both fingers deep into her, then drawing them up and out of her, rubbing her own slick juices onto her anus. He does this once more before pushing a finger into her ass, his knuckle slipping easily past her sphincter muscle.

She knows how to relax her body, making the feeling of him there pleasant, and she feels herself relax before he gently slides a second finger into her ass, then works them in and out of her slowly. She feels a cool wetness applied to her anus before he uses three of his fingers to stretch her a bit more and she knows from experience that she can easily accommodate him now. She feels the head of him against her anus and relaxes her body completely to allow his easy penetration as he pushes into her slowly and she draws a quick breath before he pulls out of her.

'Alright.' Her husband says. 'When you're ready I can join in. You should work on getting to orgasm first love, I don't think I will last.'

'Yes sir.' She says and lifts her hips, taking hold of the erection she had been laying against, placing the head of it between the lips of her vulva. It slides easily into her and she's not so tight around it like before. While still lying against his chest, she pumps her hips up and down, feeling her sensitive clitoris slide along the shaft.

With her leaned forward the stimulation easily brings back her arousal, then she feels those strong arms wrap around her and his deep voice speaks softly into her ear, 'Relax your legs, and use your back muscles to lift your hips. That's it baby. Now spread them apart some more.'

She turns her head toward him saying 'You mean like this?' She places her feet wider apart, arching her back against his arms, rising easily off of him, and when she pushes onto his cock again, she feels him slide deeper.

'That's it.' He whispers. 'Now you can take me real good before your husband joins in.'

'Move your arms.' She says, starting to pant, and sits up a little putting her hands against his shoulders and pushes back, looking into his eyes. 'Now you can help.'

He grips her waist as she pushes down onto him, rocking her hips slightly, feeling the head of his penis bump painfully against her cervix and G spot at the same time.

'Take me now!' She cries over her shoulder as she leans forward with the member inside of her pushing her body toward release again.

The hands at her waist slide to her butt while she rocks her hips and she feels her husband's erection push into her anus easily and she leans completely forward, feeling them both entering her.

Her husband glides fully into her, his hips pressing against her buttocks, and she feels the cock between her legs filling her completely.

She's stretched so tightly around the two of them that she can feel their shafts pressed together, only the thin layer of skin between her ass and vagina separating them. Her orgasm feels very close as she starts to lift off of them slowly, the pressure to her clitoris almost painful.

She feels both men within her throb almost in unison as she slides down again, driving them as deep as she can stand. She feels her husband's erection slide deeply into her ass, as the head of the other one pushes against her cervix and she groans loudly, lifting her hips off of them before pushing down quickly, taking them both fully again.

She lifts herself up, then lets her weight force them back into her as she feels her climax just a heartbeat away. She takes them quickly, her husband's hips striking against her butt, her legs pushed apart by the hips between them and begins to climax as the member in her ass swells, her husband deeper than she has ever felt him, his head throbbing with his release.

She bounces rapidly on the two of them and she groans loudly again. Her orgasm is overwhelming as she feels her husband's hands push her hips down, hands beneath her knees lift her legs even more apart as her feet are raised off the floor. The thicker member between her legs enters her deeper still, and her orgasm becomes stronger as she feels the head begin to push into her cervix. She screams from both pleasure and pain as she feels her cervix part around him and he penetrates into her womb.

Her head swims from the climax she felt as it passes and her husband pulls out of her.

Taking her around the waist, he lifts her off of the man between her legs, whispering into her ear as he stands her beside the bed. 'I love you my sweet. You mean everything to me but this isn't going to happen again, so satisfy your desires completely. This is your only chance.'

She is urged forward, bending over the bed, and her legs are pushed apart as the large head of that cock touches her vulva. She watches her husband on the opposite side of the bed as she is taken from behind and her legs buckle slightly at the knees, but hands grab her by the waist and she is held up as he pushes into her in one fluid thrust. With her bent at the waist his penetration is deeper and she grunts loudly, feeling him all the way to her tummy, the head of his cock painfully pushing into her womb.

He pulls out of her slightly, then pounds against her several times quickly and she is rocked forward by the force of those thrusts, his hips slapping against her butt. Moments later, she feels him swell as he plunges completely into her one last time, the lips of her vulva wrapped around the base of that thick cock.

His body trembles as he holds her by the waist with his hips pressed firmly against her buttocks, his testicles resting against her vulva spasm slightly as he releases forcefully into her womb. She feels his member expand her cervix painfully with each pulse of his release and her body seems to tremble around the shaft within her. She groans loudly as another, unexpected climax, courses through her.

Her husband smiles as she watches him, his eyes sparkling as her body shudders with release. She is completely spent and her legs won't hold her weight when the hands at her waist release her and she topples forward onto the bed, the softening member slipping quickly out of her as she falls forward.

Then her husband's cheek is pressed against hers, his hand gently caressing her hair as he says. 'Thank you so much baby. That was a once in a lifetime experience.'

She turns her head weakly toward him and he kisses her softly on the lips. 'Yes my husband, only once in this lifetime at least. Thank you.'

Machu 



Watching



She could feel the stares as she wandered through the club. Her long brown hair flowing across her shoulders and down her almost bare back. Ariana was wearing a skimpy dress that opened up down her back and barely covered her perky little ass. She was flaunting herself and she knew it. The heels of her shoes clicked but she could only feel it because the music was so load in the club. She stopped at a table and chatted briefly with a couple she knew only in passing but good enough to make the guy stare at her chest and make his girl jealous. As she walks away she can feel two gazes on her: one gazing at her back and the other staring at her ass. So she gave an extra shake as she made it to the bar. Ariana only have to wait a moment before someone offered to buy her a drink.

Guys are so easy, she thought to herself as she sipped on the Sex on the Beach but after that she ignored him. As she walked away she wiggled her ass again just so he remembered what he missed out on and she made her rounds around the club. Ariana said hello to many of her friend and flirted her way through the club. She spent some time laughing and talking with several of her other friends. Each one of the got numerous drinks for free as the night progressed and they giggled and flirted but never let any guy get anywhere with them. 

Ariana noticed something though as she laughed, danced and flirted. There was a guy watching her, not the normal one who stared and drool. But, one that watch with an intense gaze like he knew her or like she was an open book to him. He watched her dance and instead of drooling over her ass, the man watched her eyes. She didn't see him all the time but he was there ... watching and weighing her. As the night wound down, she was finishing her last drink when he walked up to her. 

He brushed the dark hair out of his eyes as he walked up to her. She smiled her smug little smile thinking she has him but it faltered as she realized he didn't have that look of the average horny guy on his face. He looked at her like she was naked and laid bare for him already. But instead of saying anything he just put something down on the table top and kept walking. His gaze meet hers for a moment and she had to repress a shiver from the intensity of it. Ariana watched as he continued to walk away for her table. It surprised her that he didn't even look back and curiosity got the better of her. She picked up the card and read it. The front had Watcher and right below it a pair of manacles stretched across the bottom of the card. She turned it over and read the single word in big black letters: "MINE".

When she looked up, she didn't see him anymore. 

"What do you have there?" Cindy asked. Just one of the girls she always hung out with.

"Nothing, just some asshole's card," Ari replied back.

Her friend shrugged as Ariana crumpled the card up and tossed it away.

The girls said their goodbyes and then separated, each jumping on their phones to call or text. The lovely brunette called her little boy toy that she used when she felt the urge but got no answer. She growled under breath as she left the club. Ariana walked to her car and after a few steps felt like someone was watching her. She picked up the pace and blended with a group of people walking in the same direction. The night lost some of the edge to it as she walked with these strangers to her parked car. As she separated herself from them and remotely unlocked her car she breathed a sigh of relief. Climbing into her car, she immediately locked the door and looked around. She wasn't sure but she thought she saw that same guy from the club walk down a side street. 

Ariana made her way home driving a little recklessly, just enough to enjoy a little thrill but not enough to get caught. Not that she ever worried about getting a ticket, some cute pouting and a few fake tears and she was out of a ticket and on her way. She pulled up in front of her complex, parking her little car in her spot. As she started to get out, her phone chimed saying she had a new text message. She knew it was going to be her little boy toy. But the message she got was not the message she expected. 

"Sorry bb can't tonight, football in the morning", the text read.

"GRRRR," she texted back and then turned off her phone.

Ariana got out of her car and headed to the security door to her apartment complex. The building was a big, newer apartment building, filled with a modern lights, security doors and systems. She punched in her codes and opened the door. The building was quiet as she walked down the hall, her heels clicking on the floor. The security guard nodded at her and smiled as she walked past the desk.

"Ma'am," the guard said, in greeting.

"Hi," she returned, just walking by.

"Have a good night, ma'am."

"You too."

She stopped in front of the elevator and pushed the button. The chime started immediately as it came to the first floor. It was an elevator ride up the five stories to her floor, it gave her just enough time to fume at her boy toy for not being ready to come over and fuck. The elevator dinged and the doors opened, revealing a brightly lit hall. She thought she heard footsteps in the hall as she walked towards her apartment. This apartment complex was ultra-secure and she wasn't too worried but she moved towards her apartment door. As she rounded the corner, she heard a door in the distance close and she smiled at herself for being so paranoid. The hallway was well lit and had lovely bluish grey tile and her heels clicked against it as she walked. About halfway to her door, she saw the door just to her right open up and a hand latched onto her arm. She had barely enough to give a startled yelp as she was pulled into an apartment. A strong hand covered her mouth as she tried to yell and an arm wrapped around her waist trapping her against a bigger, stronger body. The man, she assumed, pushed the door closed and pushed, dragged her into the living room. She kicked and screamed into his hand, her struggles got her nowhere as he squeezed her tighter. It was a little hard for her to breathe as the arm around her chest pushed the breath from her body. It was a nice apartment and cushy coach was the first thing she really got to noticed as she got pushed onto it. Ari twisted around on the seat and she looked up and she saw that smile. That smug smile from the bar which was attached to the dark hair goatee wearing guy that left the card. He was in a black suit with a white shirt and a black tie... very old school look to him.

"What the fuck?" She asked loudly, not quite screaming.

"Hi, Ari," the man said to her calmly.

She stared at the man trying to place him.

"Don't bother little one, you have seen me a lot but you never have paid attention. But that is going to change tonight."

"Whatever," she said in her best fake valley girl voice as she tried to get up off the couch. 

He gently pushed her back down. 

"Not yet, darling I will let you leave soon enough if you want to but first I am going to have your attention for once," He said.

"Whatever," Ariana said as she tried again.

"Nope," he said again as he pushed her back down a little firmer this time.

"I'll scream."

"Go ahead."

She looked at him, stared at him and took a deep breath but stopped from yelling by the look on his face. The girl had never seen such a serious and almost stern look on anyone face before, she knew she could scream but then he would stop her. The breath escaped her slowly as came to that realization and she wearily watched him.

"Now, Ariana, since that is settled. I will explain what tonight is about. You are going to be mine by the end of the night," He told her.

She just stared at him in shock, her eyes wide and she started to laugh.

"Hahaha, not likely."

He just sat down on the coffee table in front of her and smiled this smirk that immediately set her teeth on edge. 

"Don't worry darling, you can laugh but you will understand soon enough."

"Whatever," She retorted.

With a quickness that caught her off guard, he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to look at him.

"That is not a word I allow in my presence. Whatever is just not the proper way a woman should speak and definitely not to be used towards me," He said as he tightened his grip on her hair. 

She stared into his eyes seeing that stern look there that excited her a little and disturbed her more. The girl banged her hands off his chest, struggled to get him to let her go but he just ignored and twisted her hair more.

"Let me go, NOW," She said, her voice squeaking up a little.

"No," He said to her as he twisted her hair more.

"Now."

"No."

"NO...oooowweee," she yelped out as he twisted her hair a final time.

"You don't understand but you will soon enough. I am not impressed by your beauty or your hot little ass. I don't care how much you pout and cry and think you are in charge. You are going to be mine... to use and have and take.

Her response was just to whimper from the pain her hair was causing her right at that moment.

He smiled and kissed her hard, his teeth scraping across her lower lip as he ended the kiss. Using her hair, he pulled her to her feet which is when she started to scream. The man's hand quickly clamped over her mouth, cutting off the scream and he looked at her with disappointment in his eyes. She tried to bit his hand but he was prepared for that and gripped her face tighter. She struggled but all it did was get her hair pulled harder and dragged deeper into the apartment. He wasn't all that impressive physically, he was a little overweight but she couldn't get herself free. 

She hammered her hands against his chest and he kept ignoring her struggles and he pushed open a bedroom door. Shoving her into the room, he let go of her hair at the same time. Ariana staggered into the room a few steps and immediately turned and tried to push past him. He just shoved her back and she stumbled against the bed. Ariana put her hand out to stabilize herself on the bed and glanced down. What she saw caused a chill to go through her body as she saw restraints attached to the bed and she turned to look at him. The man smirked again and approached her, she tried to get past again but he grabbed her wrist pulled her back to the bed quickly. 

"Let me go, NOW," She screamed out.

He just laughed as he took her down onto the bed and she fought the whole way down but still couldn't stop him from holding her down on the bed. He kissed her hard and bit her lower lip. She turned her head away and yelped which just caused him to chuckle. The brunette just glared up at him which just bounced off of his smirk as he grabbed her throat. Now, Ariana had a thing about her neck and no one had ever choked her before but he squeezed until she gasped. 

"Stop it," she said once she caught her breath.

He squeezed again.

"Learn to be polite and I might," he responded as he choked her until she gasped again.

"Fuck you," she said.

"Tsk Tsk."

She started having a hard time breathing as he kept choking her so when he finally let go she just laid there and gasped and struggled to breath. Which was his plan as he grabbed one of her wrists and put the cuff around it, tightening it up. She tried to fight the second time but her she couldn't as he held her down and cinched that second wrist strap down tight. She started yelling and kicking but he ignored as he grabbed her ankle and drug her across the bed, centering her on it. He strapped her legs down and stared at her. 

"You have entirely too many much clothing on, little one," He said after several minutes of staring.

"Fuck you, you tied me up what are you going to do about it?" She retorted, she smiled angrily at him.

He sat down with a sigh and covered her mouth with his hand.

"You should learn that there is nothing I won't do to you little one," he said firmly.

She looked up at him and tried to get free of his hand so she could say something but he pressed down harder on her mouth, keeping his hand firmly fixed on her face. She watched him reach into his pocket and pull out a slim black handled buck knife, which he flipped open. She screamed into his hand and kicked and flailed against the straps. He brought it close to her but didn't cut her. He slipped it under the strap of her slinky black dress and cut it. Ariana was shocked and shut up for a moment as he reached across, the knife blade going in front of her face right before he cut the other strap.

Does this guy even know how much this dress cost? Did he even care? She thought as he brought the knife back across and waved it in her face.

"Behave," he ordered as he took his hand off her mouth.

"NO," She screamed out.

He took his tie off, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt as he stared down at her. Running the tie across the skin of her throat and around her neck, he tied it gently but firmly around her neck and then pulled it a little tighter. It was just enough to choke her slightly causing a slight shiver down her back as she realized it turned her on and she quivered a little more. He then took back up the knife and slide it along the side of her dress, cutting the entire length of it. She kept quiet afraid he was going to cut her but nothing touched her skin as completed cutting her dress off. He flipped it off and looked down at her body. She had a fantastic body and she was dressed in naughty black panties and a smooth silky bra. Taking a single finger, he ran it down the length of her body stroking her skin. She shivered a little but looked up.

"Let me go NOW, and I won't have you arrested," She ordered him.

"Ah little one, you still haven't learned. YOU are not in charge."

"NOW," she tried to order him again.

He slipped the knife blade in between her skin and her panties, cut them off her body in one decisive motion. The man took panties in his hand and fingered them the mesh making interesting sounds as he rubbed them in front of her. 

"You bast...," She started but he quickly grabbed her mouth in one hand and stuffed her panties into her open mouth.

"That is better," He said to her as he loosened his tie and brought it up and used it to secure her panties. 

She tried to scream around it but it muffled her cries too much and she gave up after seeing his smirk. Ariana knew he was enjoying it. She was just reduced to glaring at him. 

He said nothing as he got up and moved away from the bed. She turned her head to watch him but only saw him picking up a bag and moving it over. He set it down on the floor out of her sight and he knelt down next to the bed. She heard him rummaging around and she started worrying about it. 

What is he doing? What now? She thought and prayed it wasn't going to be something to kill her. 

He stood and moved between her legs. Ariana felt something cold and metal push against her pussy and to her embarrassment it slide in a little. She hadn't even realized she was wet until she felt that enter her. She watched him as he stood up from the bed and pulled up a chair to next bed and sat down. A vibration started in her pussy as he lifted his hand and pushed a button on a small remote. She gasped as the vibrator picked up speed. Turning her head she looked at his face and he leveled off the vibration as he smiled at her. 

Ariana moaned into her panties as that toy kept stimulating her pussy. It was hard to keep her mind on the fact he was fucking with her. The girl never had been treated anything like this... like she wasn't in charge, like she wasn't the center of attention, like what something someone else wanted was more important. That made her angry and turned on which made her even angrier as he teased her with a remote vibrator. 

"Awww, some little slut likes it," He said with a smug tone in his voice.

That caused fire to light up in her eyes but all she could do was glare harder at him. She tried to fight it but soon she was clenching her pussy around the vibrator and rocking her hips a little. As her excitement built, she was working her way up to cumming but he turned it off and stopped her climax. She screamed into the gag, in anger, in frustration.

"Now kitten, you don't get off that easy," He said condescendingly.

Stroking her hair, he smiled down at her and ran the vibrator for just a second. She glared at him, but it just caused him to chuckle and go back to his bag. The vibrator stopped and started as he dug around the bag searching for something. Ariana moaned and thrashed; some out of anger and some from pure horniness. Coming back around, he dangled a chain with clamps down across her skin, dragging it along her flesh. His body blocked out the light as he leaned over her and grabbed her left nipple and placed the clamp on it. The other nipple got the second clamp then he kissed her softly right between her breasts and he tighten each of the clamps. He didn't tightened it to tight but just enough to cause a little pain and keep them on. Tugging on the end of the chain he reactivated the vibrator causing her to squirm. The man tilted her head to the side and bite down on her neck hard as he pulled her hair hard. 

She yelped and then moaned as her brain was overloaded with input from too many sources. His lips caressed her skin as ceased to bite her neck. She felt his lips brush down her neck and across her throat as he went lower and lower. She arched her back involuntarily as he went lower, she wanted him to kiss her not tease her body. Right as he got to her pussy, he increased the speed of the vibrator but he didn't touch her wet pussy. 

"Always can tell a little slut by the shaved pussy."

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM," she screamed into her panty gag.

"Someone mad? Horny? Frustrated?" He asked, smugly.

That shut her up and she went back to her silent glaring but as always he ignored her. He reached down and pulled the vibrator out of her dripping pussy. He set it to the side and smiled down at her. He took off his jacket and tossed it onto the chair. Next he removed his shirt slowly unbuttoning as he stared into her eyes. She watched knowing what was going to happen when he finished undressing. He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled off his pants. He carefully folded them and placed them on the chair. The man deliberately climbed onto the bed and placed his hand on her thigh. 

"Are you ready little one?" He asked.

She shook her head in denial and struggled against the restraints. 

He laughed deep in his throat as climbed between her legs. Running his cock along her pussy and he could feel how wet she was but she clenched her pussy to try to keep him out. He growled as he pushed his cock hard into her pussy. She tried to keep him out but failed as he rammed his cock into her. She screamed and cried out into her gag but it didn't stop him as he started to fuck her.

She hated it, she hated him for doing this to her. Ariana was always in charge, no one fucked her without jumping through her hoops and passing her tests. She wasn't sure what made her madder and scared, the fact he was fucking her or the fact she wasn't in charge any more. He gripped her throat as he pounded her pussy driving her into the bed. He choked her as he fucked her pussy. His cock sliding in and out of her. She gasped as he choked her, his hand firmly wrapped around her throat. She could feel every inch of him stretching her wide open and going into her little cunt. The girl tried to resist it but the stimulation was killing her as she realized she was getting close to cumming. 

His hand left her throat and he grabbed her hair and pulled hard on it, yanking her head to the side and biting her neck. As he continued to fuck her, he ravaged her neck with his lips, his teeth and his tongue. She never felt this kind of just blatant indifference to what she wanted and it was turning on. He kissed her once on the lips hard and then lifted his head up and stared into her eyes. Ariana could look away as he fucked her. She had to stare and watch him as he came inside her little pussy. She knew she should be pissed but it was so hot as it filled her pussy up. He ground his cock into her driving his sperm deep inside her pussy. She came hard and fast. Moaning like a total slut into her gag, trying to hide it from him. He put his hand on her throat and choked her as she came which spurred her to heights she had never experienced. She must have blacked out there at the end because when she came to her senses, he was gone. One of her wrists was unbound and she slowly freed herself. She felt his cum dripping out of her pussy as she moved around and cringed at the feeling. Wrapping herself up in the sheet, she gathered the cut remnants of her clothes and walked out to the living room. Sitting on the coffee table was her purse and right next to it was a card. She almost tore it up but she again read it. 




Watching



"Watcher," it said on the front.

She turned it over.

"Call me when you are ready to be mine again, 555-555-5555" 

P.S. this is not my apartment... you should leave soon.

She almost screamed but quickly moved to the door and peeked out. Seeing no one she made a break for her apartment and got in through the door. She clutched the card in her hand and thought about crumpling it up again but realized she wanted to call him and be used again by him.

"NO," she yelled out.



Watching



I don't know what it was that caught my attention. It could've just been catching her movements. Or a flash of sunlight off the mirror in front of her. It's not like I haven't, at some point in our relationship, watched as she smoothed her favorite lotion into her skin. For some reason, today, I was enthralled, ensnared.

Her fingertips gently smoothing her jasmine scented cream over her cheekbones, her forehead. Dabbing gently, smoothing. Her fingers slim and strong, stroking along the sexy column of her neck, rubbing lightly over her strong shoulders, down her arms.

More lotion into her palm and a quick rub of hands to spread it between her palms. She didn't know I was watching as she did her every morning routine. She didn't know exactly what effect she was wreaking on me. Her elbows, forearms, stroking along that silken skin I knew oh so well. I felt my breath backing up in my lungs, my cock hardening with every second. And best of all, she's oblivious to me.

Just an everyday routine, getting ready for the day's events. Just like every other day. Harder and harder my cock grew watching her, her hands, so softly stroking over her shower fresh skin. Over her still high, still firm c cup breasts. I thought I groaned out loud watching as she caressed the lotion into those gorgeous breasts. My hand reached and found my tortured tool, stroked, wished for her hand instead of my own.

More lotion into her palms, warming it before she spread it over her almost flat belly, rubbing deeply over her tiger stripes of childbirth. Behind me in the kitchen, I heard the coffee maker beep and click off. In front of me, I heard her humming along with Brett Eldredge's 'Don't Ya', watched as she swung her hips slowly to his sensuous beat, watched her tight little ass sway back and forth. 

Slowly, like I was trying to get through quicksand, I moved toward her, my eyes taking in the long line of her naked back, the dimple above her tailbone, the tattoo of Celtic knots over her shoulder blade. My mouth was as dry as the Mojave as I watched her spreading more jasmine cream into her skin. I couldn't, didn't want to take my eyes off her hands but if I didn't have her soon, I was going to go mad.

I stood finally in the bathroom doorway, catching her attention.

"Almost ready to go?" She asked with one of her gorgeous smiles. She'd lifted her foot onto the toilet to better rub her lotion down her shapely thighs and calves. A glimpse of her pink labial lips framed by her trimmed fur made my cock throb almost painfully.

"Almost." I croaked out as she bent to slather the cream along her calf, down to her toes, rubbing it in between her toes. Silently, I slid down my zipper, freeing my cock from the constriction of my briefs. "Can I give you a hand?" I asked, squirting a little puddle into my palm, warming it between them before I spread it lightly over the firm curve of her ass. She looked over her shoulder at me with a surprised smile.

Gently, I rubbed her cheek, letting the scent of jasmine fill my senses, letting the silk of her skin make me throb all the harder. She rose to upright, switched feet on the toilet while squirting more lotion into her palm and bent once more, her eyes watching as I added more for her other cheek. Her fingers brushed against mine as she smoothed her thigh, linked with my fingers and pulled them to her bush. 

She was warm and damp as I slid my fingers in her slit. Her clit was a hard little nubbin I rubbed gently, hearing her purring sigh. My eyes followed her hands, slowly stroking along the front of my slacks, searching for my cock. I slid two fingers into her cunt, feeling her muscles clamp and clench, felt her fresh come slipping between my fingers.

Slowly, I eased the head of my cock between those thrumming pulsating lips, lathering her come along my length. She reached forward, bracing her hands on the toilet and tilted her hips, deepening my first thrust to bone depth. All along my cock her cunt muscles were aquiver, spasming as her first orgasm rolled through her.

I squirted some more of her lotion into my palms, rubbing it slowly into her back, stroking her, massaging her shoulders, her full sweet ass cheeks. With the gentle massaging of my fingers, she moved, slithering against me, her hips rubbing my dicktip against that pulsating button deep inside her. Her soft breathy moans were growing, becoming needy mews as I kept mimicking her motion, feeling her cunt pulsating wetly, slippery.

I slathered more lotion along her ribcage, over her hips, her belly, feeling her entire body trembling, anticipating, between her thighs, spreading her pendulous lips wider, spreading her come all over my balls, over her clit. Gently, I shifted her, from leaning on the commode, to bracing herself on the counter. She lifted her eyes to meet mine. I saw her excitement, her lust shining brightly. I leaned over her, bending her forward, to reach again between her thighs to grab my balls and rub them into her, hearing her mew turn into a hungry purr.

"Watch me." I commanded, seeing her eyes flash to me, wide and on the edge of wild. Slowly, I pulled out, watching my cock emerge, slick and shiny. My dicktip was purple with how much I wanted her, with how much I wanted to pleasure her, even as I rubbed its slickness over her clit, around it, feeling its throb matching mine. Again, I slid slowly into her, feeling her muscles slide and grasp at my girth, filling her. 

I glanced in the mirror, seeing her eyes hazed but open, still fixed on my face. Faintly, I was trailing my fingertips over her ass cheek, getting closer and closer to her tight little anus. I pumped a squirt of lotion onto my fingertips, spreading it along her crack, over her anus, stroking slowly with my thumb as I pulled my cock back. I felt her thrumming under me, her heart pounding in her breast as I firmly squeezed her nipple.

In time with the slow squeezing of her nipples, I thrust into her, feeling her quim begin its pre orgasm fluttering all along the length of my cock. Gently I pressed my thumb against her tight bunghole, watched as her eyes widened. Tight around my thumb, tight along my cock. Slowing my cock to match my thumb made her hum deep in her throat. 

Deep inside her warm wet hole, I felt that spot of hers mouthing against my dick tip. With a gentle pop I took my thumb out, reached for the love lube we kept in almost every room, and squirted a glob onto her anus, feeling her cunt clamp down from the cold dollop. I slathered this slickness over her hanging lips, over and into her ass, this time sinking my middle finger slowly into her bunghole, hearing her gasp. 

Again, I matched my cock thrusts with that of my finger. Slowly at first, letting her nearly unused ass get used to invasion. I have learned her over all these years. Her breathy pants when she's getting close to cumming. Her humming keening when she's soaring. Her soft gentle fingers searching out and massaging my balls, pulling me faster.

I braced myself one handed on the vanity, my hand and hips pulsing quicker into her, feeling a freshening smoothness into her, sliding quicker and quicker. Overwhelmed by this sudden wildness that coursed through me, out came my finger as I grabbed both her hips and pounded into her. Her harsh gasp followed by that low keening that vibrated through her, shivered over my thrusting cock before clamping and spasming along my length.

She bucked against every thrust, grinding her soggy cunt onto me, massaging my balls, groaning, keening as I kept plowing her. My harsh grunts sounded feral and primal to even my ears as I gave in, as I flooded her with my seed. 

I felt that light sheen under my cheek. Smelled the lingering jasmine with every breath. I felt her still quivering, still spasming, milking my cock for every last drop.

"Wow. I'd love to know what brought that on. You haven't mauled me like that in such a long time." She purred, glancing over her shoulder.

"Maybe I'll tell you sometime."



Watching



Peter had always been fascinated by the concept of rape. It wasn't something he could contemplate actually doing, but, whenever he saw a rape on screen, or read about it in a book, he got excited.

He also knew that women fantasized about being raped, but then the same women were really vociferous about the men who rape women.

In his view there were two conflicting views on the subject for each sex, classic cognitive dissonance, opposing views unresolved.

Peter was sure, however, that he would never be put in a situation where he would have to make a choice between his two views on the rape of women.

Sally was totally unlike her husband Peter in many ways, and one of them was that she didn't spend time pondering abstract ideas, she just got on with life. For Sally, sex was mostly a physical thing, whenever Peter stimulated her clitoris with his fingers or tongue, she almost always had an orgasm.

Sometimes, however, she couldn't quite get to her climax, and then she fantasized about being raped, usually by two or three well hung men, and that always worked.

She didn't worry about her mixed feelings, she just accepted things as they were.

"Are you still going out with the girls tonight darling?" Peter asked his beautiful wife.

"Yes my love, I told you already, we're going to that new Thai restaurant in town." Sally explained, sounding exasperated with her husband.

"Why don't you take a taxi there and back, it's not a very safe area?" Peter suggested.

"We've been through all this, I won't be late home, and I'd rather drive, besides, taxis are expensive." Sally closed the discussion.

"Ok, well, when I'm on my way home I'll call by the restaurant. If you are still there I can walk you to your car."

"You are such a fuss pot, I'll be fine, you get off to your meetings, I have to go to work."

Both Peter and Sally had very busy days, and Peter's working day stretched long into the evening as he had a dinner with a prospective client.

Sally dashed home to change, stripped off her work skirt and top, touched up her make up, swapped her day time granny knickers and boring bra for a nearly new, pale blue, lacy bra and thong set. She grabbed the trousers that she had planned to wear, only to find a mark on the material.

Starting to panic, because of the time, she grabbed a dress, slipped it over her head, put on her high heels, grabbed her handbag, had a quick look in the mirror and left the house.

It was only when she was half way to the restaurant that she realised which dress she had chosen. She intended to put on a rather conservative black dress, that was fine for any occasion, but although the dress she was wearing was black, it was a much sexier, short dress. In addition, she still had on the tiny underwear set, which would be visible through the thin dress.

"Damn!"she said to herself, "oh well, it's too late to change now."

When she reached the street the restaurant was on, her day got worse. There were absolutely no parking spaces in the street, which was where she had intended to park, so she had to go on to the multi storey car park, and even then she had to go up to the third floor to find a space. 

She squeezed out of her car, pressed the button to lock it and headed for the lift, but it was out of order, so she had to walk down the stairs. She then set off tottering on the uneven pavement towards the restaurant. Every man she passed ogled her bum, and she was remembering her husband's words about how rough the area was. She hated to admit it, but he was right.

Finally she reached the door of the Thai restaurant, and she burst in with relief. It was extremely busy, every table was full, mostly with men, although there were a few mixed tables. She could see her crowd of girls sitting around a big oval table near the back of the noisy room, but getting there was going to be an obstacle course.

Sally knew that there was no choice, she would have to squeeze her way through, and she knew that she was going to get groped by quite a few of the men. At first it went well, she chose a route between tables of couples, and the men were polite and moved their chairs to let her through, and, apart from staring at her boobs, they behaved themselves. Unfortunately she then had to negotiate her way between two pairs of round tables occupied entirely by men.

"Excuse me, can I get through?" Sally asked politely.

"Perhaps, for the right price." The young man responded cheekily.

"Just move, little boy, before I hurt you." Sally fired back.

The young man reached around Sally and grabbed a bum cheek in each hand and pulled her towards him as he stood up. His left hand released her cheek and held the back of her head, pulling her in for a passionate kiss. As he was kissing her he rubbed his right hand up and down the crack of her arse, but Sally was also twisting around so she was effectively past the first pair of tables.

She broke free of the kiss and started to move away, but the horny man reached around her and grabbed both breasts, so Sally reached behind and thumped his balls.

"Christ, you bitch!" The man cried out, releasing Sally.

Unfortunately Sally was propelled forwards, straight into the arms of another suitor. He wrapped his arms around her and went for the kiss, but this time she was ready, and quickly head butted him, and brought her knee up between his legs, making fairly good contact with his balls.

"Fuck!" he muttered under his breath, "you'll pay for that bitch!"

Finally Sally was through and as she approached her table all her friends clapped. The injured man muttered something to his friends as Sally sat down at her place.

"Way to go girl!" her friend Christine said.

"You've got three drinks accumulated Sally, so, after your ordeal we expect you to down them fast." Jane said.

Sally started to gulp down the first large glass of Pinot Grigio, the currently fashionable white wine. She finished the glass in a couple of gulps and picked up the next glass, realising as she lifted it to her lips, that she was quite turned on. Her nipples were hard and very visible, and she had a warm, moist, tingly feeling between her legs.

All the groping had definitely got her juices going and it made her think that she should dress sexy more often, especially when she was out without her rather boring husband.

The service was extremely slow, as it was so full, and the restaurant was quite new, and therefore inexperienced, however, the girls didn't mind at all, it gave them all a chance to catch up with all of the gossip about useless husbands, and who was sleeping with whom. As the evening wore on, and the dishes came and went, all the ladies got louder and louder and more and more drunk, but the restaurant didn't mind, because they were spending a lot of money.

Finally, Sally noticed the time.

"Hey girls, it's almost half past ten, I've got to get going!" Sally called above the shrill babble of her friend's voices.

Sally signalled to a passing waitress that she wanted the bill, and eventually it turned up. Sally was relieved when everyone agreed to just split the bill equally between them. Sally managed to get her debit card used first, so she was able to grab her bag and make a quick exit. She knew they would be another half an hour going through card after card, and she wanted to retrieve her car before the car park shut on her.

Sally noticed as she started to head for the door that the restaurant was virtually empty. The groups of men were all gone, with only one table with two couples still drinking coffee. Outside the street was even more empty, and she set of at the best speed that she could manage on her impractical, but sexy, high heels.

She was immediately nervous, it was a rough area, the street lighting was poor, and there was no-one about. She sensed that someone was following her, but when she looked round she couldn't see anyone. After what felt like an age, she reached the car park, and started to climb the stairs. The car park was even worse than the street, darker, deserted, eerie. Yet again she sensed someone following her up the stairs, but she couldn't see anyone. 

Sally was exhausted by the time she reached the third floor, but she was relieved to see her car, looking like a safe refuge. There were a couple of other parked cars in different areas of the car park, but a couple of bays away from her car was a scruffy grey van. Sally was a bit concerned about it, but there were no lights on and the cab was empty so she assumed it was just parked.

She walked purposefully across to her car and, as she got near she pulled the key fob out of her small clutch bag and pressed the button to unlock all the doors.

Meanwhile, Peter was in a bad mood. The dinner with his potential clients had gone on forever, and, at the end he wasn't sure whether they were going to switch to his company, and to cap it all, he had to divert to see whether Sally was still at the restaurant. He'd tried to phone her, but it went to the recorded message, he'd texted her, but got no reply. He parked just short of the restaurant and started walking towards the door, but then he saw Sally come out, on her own, and turn to walk away from him down the empty street.

He knew it was her, but he couldn't believe how she was dressed. She looked like a hooker, an expensive hooker, to be sure, but still a whore, which made him even angrier, why wouldn't she dress like that for him? He repeatedly tried to persuade her to wear short dresses and skirts, and high heels. He almost ran to catch up to her, but something held him back. He decided to follow her and see if anything happened, let her experience a little fear, after she had insisted on driving herself and then she had dressed like a tart, was she trying to hook up with someone? It didn't appear to have worked, since she was alone, or maybe she was meeting someone in the car park?

He quietly followed her up the stairs, careful not to be seen, and marvelled at the way her arse cheeks moved inside the tight thin dress, she was obviously wearing a thong.

Peter watched his wife walking towards her car, and he was also wary of the van, it seemed a big coincidence that it was parked so close to her car. He saw the indicators of her car flash as she unlocked the doors, saw her reach for the driver's door handle, and then all hell broke loose.

The side door of the van crashed open and three big men wearing ski masks burst out and grabbed Sally. They pulled her in front of her car and quickly stripped her naked, throwing all her clothes, shoes and bag onto the back seat, and her keys onto the driver's seat. While two of them each held an arm, the third tied ropes to both door mirrors, then she was hauled backwards onto the bonnet and her arms were tied by the ropes.

A blindfold appeared from somewhere and tied around her eyes. The men then removed their masks and put them into a hold all which was on the floor near the van. A ball gag was produced and fixed into her mouth, and the men had a breather for a minute.

"That all went well." One of them said.

"She looks fantastic, we're going to really enjoy fucking her." Another commented.

"We'd best get on with it, someone might come for a car." The third suggested.

Peter was hugely conflicted. He felt that he should rescue his wife, but he was still angry, and knew that it was her own fault that she was in this situation. Also, they were three big, rough guys, so if they stood and fought, he would lose big time, and they would still rape his wife, so his intervention would be pointless. He was consoled that she didn't know he was there watching, and later, her phone would confirm that he'd tried to get hold of her.

The clincher was what he was feeling as two of the guys held her legs apart, and the third took up position standing between her thighs. Peter desperately wanted to watch them rape his wife. He wanted that very, very much. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help it, so he stayed behind the pillar, and got his cock out and started stroking it.

Sally was terrified when the men burst out of the van, she literally wet herself, or at least a squirt of pee shot out and trickled down her legs. Then everything happened really quickly, within a couple of minutes she was naked, tied onto the bonnet of her own car, blind folded, and gagged. She heard the men discussing raping her as though it was the most normal thing in the world. An everyday occurrence.

As her legs were pulled apart, she could feel a man's clothes touching the insides of her thighs, and she started to feel aroused. She felt his trousers falling, then his hand was on her pussy, and his fingers were pushing inside her wet vagina.

"She's wet already, gagging for it." He announced before pulling his cock out and sliding it up and down Sally's dampening slit.

He's right, Sally thought to herself, I am wet, I am turned on, I want them to fuck me.

Peter was so excited and trying desperately not to cum. It's going to happen! She's going to get raped! Peter almost shouted out loud.

The hard, erect cock slid comfortably into Sally's warm moist vagina.

"Mmnnn." She purred.

"Oh yes! She feels so sweet!" the rapist declared.

He started to slide in and out of Sally's defenceless pussy, enjoying himself thoroughly, aware that his victim was also enjoying the sensation. The two guys holding her feet got their cocks out and started rubbing her feet up and down the undersides, getting ready for their turn.

It occurred to Peter that this was a practised routine, they must have raped lots of women before, and he was pleased that his wife's first rape was with such experienced rapists. He was right on the edge of cumming, and let go of his cock to try to calm down.

Sally's first rapist was picking up his pace, and she could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm, and then suddenly he started jack hammering in and out of her pussy, making her closer and closer to her climax, and then he spurted, and stopped.

Sally screamed silently in frustration. He had only lasted a couple of minutes, no wonder he had to rape to get sex.

"Next one." He announced, pulling out.

A few seconds later Sally felt another cock pushing it's way into her frustrated vagina, and she hoped he would last longer than the first. She needn't have worried, he set up a steady rhythm and settled in for the long haul. His cock was long, fairly thick, and very hard.

Sally had been so close when the first guy finished, so it only took a couple of minutes for her to be ready to cum, and as she approached her climax she felt a little shame and embarrassment that she was going to climax from being raped, but, for Sally, orgasms were purely physical things, and she was on an unstoppable course to climax.

"Mmnnn! Mmnn! Mmnnn!!" She screamed through her gag as her orgasm ripped through her lower body.

"Hey guys, I made her cum! She really enjoyed that!" The rapist called out to his mates, very proud of himself.

Sally really felt ashamed and angry at herself, hearing his triumphant voice.

Peter couldn't believe his ears.

"You cunt!!" He whispered to himself, vowing to make her pay for having an orgasm while being raped.

Meanwhile the man with his cock buried in Sally's pussy resumed his steady fucking. Sally's heart sank, because she knew that now he'd made her cum once, she wouldn't be able to avoid cumming again. Once again she was conflicted, she desperately wanted to have another orgasm on this wonderful cock, but she didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

Sally's rapist started picking up his pace, driving in and out to reach his own climax. Sally responded involuntarily to the increased pace, her second orgasm was approaching fast, and the guy increased his speed and power again and she felt her body tensing up to cum. In less than a minute she was past the point of no return and she felt the convulsions of a powerful orgasm rippling through all of her lower body, starting high up inside her vagina.

The guy enjoyed watching her cum again, and went flat out to finish, driving her orgasm on and on, and then he was there, squirting again and again inside her convulsing vagina. Feeling him exploding inside her pussy brought her orgasm back up to full strength again. It was the very best sex she'd ever had, and it was with a man she hadn't even seen.

"Wow! That was great baby, you really are a good fuck!" The rapist said as he unceremoniously withdrew from Sally's twitching sex.

The final rapist got into position quickly, and thrust his small but very hard cock straight into Sally's soaking cave.

"As usual, you guys have made her too sloppy for me," he complained, pulling back out.

Sally hardly felt him inside her, she thought he must be very small.

The two guys holding Sally's legs knew what their under endowed friend wanted and lifted her legs up towards her hands, leaving her bum perfectly positioned for entry.

"Nnnn! Nnnn! Nnnn!" She tried to shout through the gag.

The final rapist positioned his cock at Sally's rosebud entrance and pushed hard. 

Sally shook her head in frustration, she had never let any man enter her arse.

Peter was furious with her for enjoying the second rapist so much, she'd never cum like that while having sex with him, and then when he saw the little guy pressing his cock into her arse he was overjoyed, that was exactly what she deserved! But then he remembered that despite repeated requests, she had always refused him access to her arse.

"Oh God, her arse is so tight, I don't think any man has been in here before!" The little man called out.

He rammed in and out as hard as he could and within three minutes he was exploding inside her, filling her anus with his hot jism.

Once finished he pulled out and wiped his cock on her dress. 

Peter was furious that some other man had popped her anal cherry, and he was praying that things would go as he hoped. As he watched the three practised rapists packing up their stuff, he decided to intervene a little. 

It only took the men a couple of minutes to get packed away. They left Sally's dress lying on the floor but they took her bra and knickers and shoes. They were just about to remove her ball gag when Peter started his plan.

He had crept quickly down the stairs to the next level, when he saw that they were virtually ready to go, and then he gave a cough and started stomping up the stairs.

"There's someone coming." The little guy whispered.

They didn't need to discuss it, all three were in the van in seconds, and it roared off in a cloud of smoke just as Peter reached the third floor. He looked over at his defiled wife, still blindfolded, still with her ball gag, silencing her for once, and still naked. Her legs were flapping about, trying to get some purchase on some bit of the car.

Peter walked across the car park towards his defenceless wife, with his heart pounding in his chest from the excitement of what he was about to do.

He realised that he would have difficulty keeping Sally's legs up and apart so he could get his cock into her arse, but then he saw that the ropes tying her wrists to the wing mirrors had quite a lot of spare dangling from her wrists. Problem solved, he thought to himself, smiling, and feeling his cock rising again, trying to burst out of his trousers.

With Sally's ankles tied to her wrists Peter took his time positioning himself near her gaping anus, dropping his trousers and briefs, stroking his cock to full hardness, and positioning it at her bum hole. He pushed forward gently, then withdrew, then forward harder, then back, he was playing with his wife, winding her up.

It was working, 'why doesn't he just get on with it', Sally thought to herself, and just after she thought that, Peter's cock broke through. Sally knew instantly that what she feared was true, this cock was big, not like the tiny thing which had buggered her about five minutes ago. This one was going to really hurt.




Watching



Peter started to fuck his wife's arse. He did it fairly gently at first, then pushed further and further in on each forward stroke until he was all the way in. He started fucking her in earnest, not too fast, as he wanted this new experience to last, he was really enjoying the physical experience of Sally's tight velvety anus, and he was also enjoying making her suffer.

Sally was grunting every time her attacker got all the way into her, and her blindfold was soaked with tears,

Eventually Peter knew that he was getting close, and decided to do a sprint to the end, which he hoped would really hurt her. He started banging in and out of her sore bum, loving the sensations around his cock, and in only another minute he felt his balls tighten as his sperm gushed down his pee hole and out into Sally's bowels.

It was a wonderful orgasm, Peter felt totally satisfied with his evening.

He withdrew his cock and picked up her already soiled dress and wiped his cock on it. As he was pulling up his briefs and trousers, trying to decide what to do next, he heard voices coming up the stairwell. It sounded like a bunch of slightly drunk young guys. Perfect, he thought, a grand finale for Sally the victim.

He walked across the car park to the down ramp, where he could watch the proceedings.

A couple of minutes later a young man walked from the stairs onto the third floor of the car park.

Peter was hoping that the guys wouldn't rescue his wife, but that they would take advantage of her already abused bum.

"Wow guys, look what's here!" One of the guys yelled.

"My God, she's tied up and she's naked!" another added, stating the obvious.

"Shh, she can't see or talk, but she can hear." 

"Aren't we going to rescue her?" One of them suggested.

"Maybe we should untie her legs and fuck her." Another suggested.

"Don't be stupid, how many times have you fucked a woman's arse in your life?"

"True, only once, and she was passed out drunk."

"Well, you guys can do what you want, but I'm going to fuck that inviting arse hole."

He got by Sally's bum, dropped his trousers and boxers and thrust his cock straight in.

"Man, she feels great!" He announced.

After a few minutes of him pounding Sally's arse one of the others complained. "Come on mate, give someone else a turn, you can have her again later."

Peter realised that they were going to take quite a while, and he was thirsty, so he slipped away down the ramp and made for the pub on the corner, hoping that they were still open.

Sally was beginning to feel her consciousness slipping away. The pain in her arse, as these guys kept switching who was fucking her was becoming intense, and she was beginning to wonder whether anyone would ever rescue her. In her mind she kept coming back to her husband telling her to get taxis, which she kept refusing, because she knew better. She cursed herself for being so pig headed. And now her arse had already been raped multiple times and she had always refused to let her husband have her rear entrance. She vowed that if she lived through this ordeal she would be a changed woman.

But then she doubted whether her husband would want anything to do with her after this fiasco. She couldn't stop the tears coursing down her cheeks, not from the pain, but from the fact that she had probably destroyed her marriage to a wonderful man.

Meanwhile, Peter had a pint of Fullers London Pride in his hands, and a rather beautiful lady chatting to him. She had told him that she had been stood up, and was having a few drinks on her own before going home to lick her wounds. Peter insisted that she let him buy her another glass of Prosecco, and that she tell him everything about herself.

The time flew and Peter was stunned when the Landlord called time at midnight. Carole, his new female friend, gave him her phone number and almost begged him to phone her, pretty much promising sex. He gallantly waited with her on the pavement until her taxi arrived, then he casually strolled back towards the car park to rescue his well fucked wife.

When he got to the third floor he was shocked to see one of the guys still fucking his wife, well over an hour since they started. He seemed to be nearing his climax, so Peter let him finish, before calling out. As soon as he shouted, the guys bolted, and Peter ran over to rescue his wife. He imagined that she would be passed out, but, in fact, she was still moaning and shaking her head from side to side.

"Oh my God Sally, what on earth has happened to you? I've been looking all over for you. Let's get you untied." Peter said, making a start on the knots which he had tied earlier.

He didn't hurry, in truth he was enjoying seeing her naked and tied to her car, and he was particularly enjoying seeing all the cum dribbling out of her abused arse. Her bum hole was gaping open and it looked very red and very sore, and her pussy was also looking well fucked.

He freed both legs, but her hands were still tied. He removed the ball gag, and got a bottle of water from the car and gave her a few sips, but left the blindfold on. Very slowly he undid the knots on her wrists and helped her to stand, and then finally removed the blindfold. He propped her against the car while he undid the ropes from the wing mirrors, and put them, and the gag, and the blindfold onto the back seat. The first rapists had kindly put the car keys on the driver's seat, and her clutch bag on the passenger seat. They hadn't taken anything at all, although they may have done if he hadn't disturbed them.

Peter helped Sally into her stained dress, and then he locked the car and started walking her towards the stairs. He felt a little sad to leave the scene, but was consoled by the memories of everything which had happened to his wife in the cold, dark, car park.

"We'll have to collect your car tomorrow," he explained, "the gates are locked now."

"Uh huh." Was all Sally could say.

Peter drove his wife home, showered her thoroughly, concentrating on her orifices which were still leaking cum, dressed her in her pyjamas, and put her to bed. Just before she went to sleep, she grabbed his arm and said "I'm so very, very sorry my darling, I should have listened to you, I pray that you will forgive me. Thank you so much for rescuing me, I'll try to make it up to you, please don't leave me."

"Don't worry about that my love, we can talk tomorrow, sleep now." He reassured his worried wife.

Peter walked down the stairs and into the lounge, where he poured himself a large Teachers whisky, settled into his chair and took a large sip. He smiled to himself, pleased with his evening of fun, and remembered his new lady friend, and he vowed to himself that he would phone her soon. For quite a while he sat contemplating what he should demand from his wife as compensation for her stupid stubborn attitude. He came up with quite a few interesting ideas, but the first one would be unlimited access to her arse.

He poured himself another drink and started planning how he could get her raped again.