4 comments/ 8131 views/ 3 favorites The Watcher Ch. 01 By: SecondCircle Special thanks to LustyMadame and Tracer64. You guys are awesome. * Jenna sighed as she saw the light flick on from her dash behind the steering wheel. It was the one that reminded her of how forgetful she was. She hadn't changed the oil in quite some time, and it was something she had neglected to do several times. She knew that Jason would have remembered. She shook her head and turned onto the street that wound through her quiet neighborhood. She couldn't help but dwell on her recent forgetfulness. Though letting such a menial task as taking her car for an oil change slip her mind would not normally had bothered her so much, the day had not particularly gone well for her. As she cruised down the road toward her house, Jenna couldn't help but think of the grueling day she had experienced. She remembered having to change her pants earlier that morning after knocking over her coffee cup, which sent the incredibly hot beverage pouring over the bar in her kitchen and into her lap. Then there was the guy that had nearly sideswiped her on the way to work, who had also been generous enough to flip her the bird, as if she was the one being reckless. The entire work day had seemed to drag on the same way, with one annoying occurrence after another. On top of being ten minutes late to the office, a construction crew had been jackhammering the pavement where she normally parked near the front door, causing her to have to park across the street. Of course, just as she had dreaded they would, the construction crew stopped their work long enough to watch her walk into the office. All day, as with most days, her boss had teased and flirted with her. He was a nice guy, and wasn't an unattractive man, but his advances and subtle remarks always got on Jenna's nerves. He was a married man, and Jenna had grown to detest men who had an eye for women that weren't their wife. As she neared her driveway, Jenna peered past her house to see a large rental truck next door. She pulled onto her concrete driveway and parked in front of her garage, staring out her window at the house beside her own. "Someone finally bought it," she muttered to herself. The neighboring house was much like the rest of the homes in the cozy suburb; they were new and of modern design, and were situated on small lots, which only allowed for a few meters between one house and the next. They were almost cookie cutter homes, though at least every one was designed and built differently. It was not Jenna's favorite layout for a neighborhood, and she felt encroached now that someone had moved in next to her. Still, she considered herself lucky to have such a beautiful home. Jenna remained in her car for a moment, studying the new neighbors that were busy unloading furniture from the rental truck. The first thing that she noticed was that they were all men. She counted three going in and out of the open front door. They were young, and Jenna figured they had to be in their twenties like her. They were all very slim and tall, and all three shared the same dirty blond hair color. Something within Jenna made her dread the idea of living next to a bunch of guys, though for all she knew, some of them could simply be helping with the move. She didn't spot anyone resembling a wife or girlfriend. Jenna stepped out of her car, and was about to head inside when she stopped and cursed silently. She had been so preoccupied with watching the new neighbors that she had forgotten to stop and check the mail. She headed down her long driveway toward the mailbox, her short heels clicking on the concrete. Hoping that the three men wouldn't notice her, she kept her head down and refrained from looking their way. When she reached the mailbox, she opened it to find a few bills, some junk mail, a magazine she was sure that she had canceled a while back. While sifting through the mail in her hands, she did not have to look up to know that she was being watched. The sounds next door had stopped, and she caught a glimpse from her peripheral vision of the three men standing together on their front porch. She sighed to herself. It seemed that most men were the same. She could remember the countless times that she had caught Jason staring at some other woman. Jenna gathered herself and headed back up the driveway. She allowed her eyes to cut over at the new neighbors. Immediately, she saw one of them walking toward her. Jenna grew tense and nervous. For a second she considered ignoring him and acting like she didn't see him, but she didn't want to be mean. She glanced over at the man and gave him a warm smile, the same smile she gave to customers at the front desk at work. The tall man returned her smile with a broad grin of his own as he approached. "Hey there," he said. "Hi," Jenna said. He came close and extended his hand to her. "Just wanted to introduce myself," he told her. "I just bought the place next door." "I see that," Jenna said, still smiling. "Welcome to the neighborhood." She spoke in the voice she was so used to using at work, the high pitched and polite tone that she found was often too forced. Jenna shook his hand before quickly giving him a once over. He was half a head taller than her, and though he was thin, he looked to be in decent shape beneath his plain black T-shirt and jeans. His eyes were a bluish color, and were small and sly looking. "I'm Blake," the man said. He turned and motioned to the other two men standing on the porch looking their direction. "Those are my brothers," he said. "The taller one is Matt, and the squirrely one behind him is Danny. We're all moving in together." "Oh, cool," she said. "I'm Jennifer. Most people just call me Jenna." Blake eyed her curiously. "How long you been here?" "About two years." He nodded and stared over at her house. "Pretty nice here, isn't it?" He said. "It's quiet. I like it here." Jenna caught his eyes as they glanced over her low neckline. The familiar feeling of nervousness and discomfort flooded through her. "Fancy name tag you got there," Blake said. "Where do you work to be dressed so nicely?" Jenna felt herself blushing, not from any sort of flattery, but because of her own personal embarrassment. She realized that he hadn't been looking at her breasts, but at her gold and black name tag, which she had unwisely clipped to her elaborately folded neckline. Though it was the only place that made sense to attach it to her shirt, she now knew why customers had been staring at her chest all day. She felt like an idiot, which didn't help with her mood at all. "Oh, uh, I work for the electric company in town," Jenna said. "I'm a customer service representative and a manager's assistant." Blake nodded. "So you work the desk then?" "Pretty much." "That's cool. Me and my brothers do a bunch of remodeling," he said. "Roofing, painting, and some other stuff. If you ever need something done, I'd give you a good discount." "Oh, okay." Jenna stared off in the direction of Blake's house as the two shared a few awkward seconds of silence. "You live alone or something?" Blake asked. "I haven't seen any other cars here all day." The question caught Jenna off guard, though it was the one question she had always hated to answer. "Uh... yeah," she said. "Well, I moved in here with my husband but we're... he doesn't live here anymore." Jenna bit her lip and glanced down at her feet. She hated the warm flood of embarrassment that washed over her. It wasn't a feeling that she dealt with very well. She had already had an altercation with a customer earlier that day in which she had to sit under the scornful glare of a man whose bill she had lost. She definitely was not comfortable talking about something so personal with someone she had just met. "Sorry to hear that," Blake said. He flashed her a bright smile. "I guess now you're living it up, though, right? Young single girl, living alone... you probably throw parties here every night, huh?" Surprised, Jenna didn't know what to say. "W-what?" Blake nodded. "I knew it. I knew I'd move next to a wild and crazy neighbor." Jenna stared at him dumbfounded. "I know your type," Blake continued. "You're all polite and quiet, and then at nighttime it'll be like a college block party over here. I probably won't get a bit of sleep now." Jenna couldn't help but laugh. "I won't mind the noise, okay?" Blake said playfully, "As long as there's not too many cars in the street. This is a peaceful neighborhood, I hear." Jenna rolled her eyes and chuckled. "Trust me, the craziest it gets over here is when my mom comes over for a visit." "Now that's my kind of party there," Blake laughed. "Parents, pizza, and pop." Jenna laughed and swept her black hair over her shoulder. She found it difficult for some reason to look her new neighbor in the eye. There was a cool fluttering feeling in her chest, one that she hadn't felt in a long time. She hoped she wasn't blushing again. She looked up at Blake, who smiled and extended his hand again. "Well, Jenna, it was nice meeting you." "Likewise," she said as she took his hand once more. Blake motioned to the porch behind him. "I gotta get back to it. If I don't keep those two busy, we'll never get done." "Okay, um... don't work too hard," she said. As he walked back toward his house, he turned and gave Jenna another smile as he pointed her way. "I'll be watching you, neighbor," he said. Jenna chuckled and headed into her house. Once inside, she kicked off her heels and rubbed her aching feet. She had to change into something more comfortable. Passing through her bedroom at the rear of her house, she made her way into her walk in closet. It wasn't a very large closet, but it was nice to have plenty of room for shoes and outfits. She unfastened her slacks and slid them off, tossing them into her hamper. She removed the name tag from her multicolored dress shirt and tossed it onto the built in counter againts the wall. She noticed that she had left her jewelry box open this morning in her rush to get ready for work. While she was thinking of such, Jenna went ahead and slipped her earrings off and placed them in their spot in her enormous jewelry box. She then removed her silky thin shirt and tossed it in with her slacks. Just as she was about to turn to find something to wear for the remainder of the day, her eye caught sight of her reflection in the tall mirror hanging on the wall. Jenna could see her entire body in the mirror, and she gazed at herself for several minutes. She tried to admire the half naked girl in the reflection. She wanted to be proud of the subtle curves in her body, or the naturally tan complexion of her skin. When Jenna looked at the mirror, she did not see the short dark eyed girl with the thin framed glasses. She did not see the lovely traces of her Latin blood, nor her beautiful head of straight black hair. She rubbed a hand across her smooth stomach, eying her average breasts behind her plain black bra. Her heart began to sink, as it did so often. Jenna was seeing his face again. She was admiring his sweet smile and the dimples in his stubbly cheeks. She imagined his sharp green eyes, and just for a moment, she thought that she felt the way she used to when Jason would look at her. She could even smell him again, the way she would when her head was on his chest as she drifted to sleep so long ago. The glowing thoughts twisted into painful ones in her head and in her heart. As she examined her body, she wondered what part of her had gone stale for him first. She wondered what it was that she had done so wrong. It still pained her to know that someone else had taken what had once been hers. Jenna obviously did not compare to someone so wonderful. She tried to imagine things the way they used to be, when she and Jason had first married, but the thought of the joy she had lost only made the hurt worse. It was true, she knew, that perhaps she didn't act as sexy as other girls could. She had trouble feeling comfortable about her looks, though everyone told her that she was beautiful. She remembered when she used to have trouble doing her job because of the frequent interactions with customers, but her confidence had grown substantially since she had first been hired. The only one she truly felt comfortable and sexy with was Jason, and it was now clear that even he found her lacking. She swallowed the lump that tried to form in her throat and turned to find something suitable to wear. **** It was beginning to get late. Jenna had fixed herself a light dinner, and then proceeded to catch up on some of the chores she needed to do around the house. Afterward, she had painted her toenails and watched a movie for about an hour before turning it off. She had thought of calling her friend Kelly and asking her to come over, but she wasn't in the mood for a visit. Kelly was a good friend, but Jenna sometimes grew annoyed with her outgoing and outspoken personality. With nothing else to do, she had showered and made herself ready for bed. Jenna was sitting in her bed with the covers drawn back, trying to catch up on the book she had been reading. She focused on the words, but found herself repeatedly trailing off into thought, and she constantly had to backtrack and read several paragraphs over again. Usually, she would grow tired whenever she read, but tonight she actually seemed restless. She felt drained and fatigued, but not in the sense of drowsiness. She closed the book with a long sigh and set it on her nightstand. Jenna removed her glasses and placed them on the book's cover. Closing her eyes, she massaged the sides of her head near her temples where her glasses had rested. She swept her black hair over her shoulder and leaned back against the headboard of her bed. Running a hand along her freshly shaven thigh, she admired the look of her short but shapely legs. Jenna turned to gaze out of the large window that faced her back yard. There was a full moon out, or near abouts, that cast a lovely blue glow across her plain grassy yard. There was another smaller window on the adjacent wall that reminded her of just how close her house was to her new neighbors. Her bedroom was situated in the rear corner of her house, and this window that she now looked through afforded her an unwanted view of the neighbor's back porch just meters away. She would have to remember to close the blinds to that particular window. Glancing down at the black pair of boi shorts she was wearing, she couldn't help but think of Jason again. The skin tight shorts were something she used to wear to bed for him, and she still loved the way they fit her. Jenna loved to dress pretty, even after her husband had left. It made her feel relevant somehow. Even around the house she tried to mind her appearance. To bed, she would often dress sparingly, or moderately provocative. She wasn't sure why, but she felt as though she was free to be herself in her house. Dressing the way she did excited something deep inside of her, and she felt it was a way to rebel against her own reserved nature. Jenna found herself thinking of the new neighbors, particularly the guy who had spoken to her outside. As she stared longingly at her tan legs, she wondered what Blake thought of her. Would he find her sexually attractive? She knew that he undoubtedly did, like most men that undressed her in their minds. Could Blake be thinking of her right now? Could she possibly wield more sexual allure than she knew? Was it simply Jason who grew bored with her looks? The thought of Blake's scrutinizing eyes on her was enough to make her blush. Something inside of her stirred when she thought of him. She felt her body aching, and not just from the strain of the long day she'd had. There was a feeling of frustration twisting inside of her, and Jenna felt it relax when the image of Blake entered her head. She hadn't even found him that attractive earlier, but there was something about his polite indifference toward her, coupled with his obvious desire to introduce himself, that made her want more of him. Shaking her head, she lowered herself into the bed, reveling at the feel of the cool sheets on her bare legs. She did not pull the covers over her entirely. She lay in the dimly lit room with her head resting on her pillow, her eyes scanning the ceiling. Jenna tried to think of other things, but no matter what thought her mind drifted to, she still felt the flutter of excitement inside of her. Blake's sly expression flashed in her mind. The very thought of it made her feel beautiful somehow. Jenna's eyes closed, and she rubbed at the gentle curve of her belly that was exposed below the hem of her tank top. Her skin felt smooth to the touch. She felt her entire body begin to relax as she sprawled comfortably on the bed. The images in her head began to spin out of control. It started with Blake's slim form, and the memory of how well his jeans fit him. Jenna felt the throb within her grow. Before long, she was imagining her neighbor without a shirt. She saw those pale blue eyes wander up and down her body. It made her feel wanted and craved after. Without thinking, Jenna's left hand slid up to rest just under her small breast, as her right hand drifted down to caress the silky fabric of her boi shorts. Her mouth dropped open when she felt the pleasant sensation between her thighs at the slightest touch of her fingers. She worked her hand up and down ever so slowly, tracing the crease of the lips hidden beneath her shorts. As she exhaled silently, she squeezed her breast gently, feeling the soft flesh almost conform in her grasp. In her mind, she was right there with Blake in the driveway by her car, where she had met him earlier. It didn't matter to her that it didn't make logical sense, but he was unfastening his jeans in broad daylight. In her fantasy, she wondered if they would be discovered, but only because she truly wanted to. Jenna wanted the dream world to see the two of them there. She wore the tank top and boi shorts in the driveway, and she had never felt more exposed or alive. She imagined Blake drawing up close to her, and without hesitating, slipping his thin but strong hands up her shirt and around her back. Her shirt was suddenly off, her petite breasts on display for the world to see. He lifted her onto the trunk of her car as his pants fell away from his waist. Her shorts were peeled from her legs with the ease found only in fantasy as her nipple was sucked into Blake's greedy lips. She leaned back onto her car and allowed her hungry new neighbor to indulge in the pleasures of her body. Her hand was no longer merely rubbing at the fabric that covered her crotch. Now, Jenna's fingers were diving and circling between the moistening lips of her pussy. She could practically feel the tension flowing out of her body, but she wanted a bigger release. Her thighs were spread open, her back arched slightly and her head turned to the side. She bit her lip at every twinge of pleasure she felt. Jenna's thoughts turned dirtier still. She now imagined what it would feel like to have a hard cock thrusting into her, to wrap her legs behind a slim masculine waist and pull it into her. She thought she felt daylight on her skin, and the hot hood of her car under her ass cheeks. Blake appeared in her mind again, now with his waist buried between her thighs. His tiny crystal eyes bored into hers as he thrust into her hard. Jenna imagined the cock plunging into her, spreading her pussy and filling her with it's pulsing girth. She was almost trembling now. Her hand worked skillfully inside the front of her shorts, developing a rhythym as she massaged the apex of her lips where her most sensitive area was hidden. It felt now as though her entire pussy was slick with her juice, and only doubled the pleasant sensation she felt. A quiet moan escaped her lips as she found a particularly sweet spot. Adjusting her hips and clenching her ass, Jenna felt the dull ache of an orgasm forming within. The Watcher Ch. 01 My name is Alyssa, and I like to watch. What do they call it? Negligence? Depraved indifference? Whatever it's called, it is a sadist's sweetest pleasure to know that they can stop someone else's suffering, and choose not to. Most people approach their breaking point rather quickly. The deeper and more destructive the indifference, the harder you are apt to come in the end...the trouble is holding your load for long enough. I want to tell you how things look from my side of the street, I know you've been curious. I only ask one thing...no touching. No rubbing your shorts, no sneaking brushes past your nipples. I want to take you back to the night I set up one of my students to be sexually assaulted by three women...while I stood back and recorded the whole thing on my phone. Everything is in place. The tripod, which you may or may not use, has been set up and aimed at the floor in the center of the room. You consider the veracity with which she will most likely struggle when she arrives, and power down the camera. If anything, she'll break it. You dismantle the tripod and lean it against the far right corner of your living room, to which you have drawn all the shades. Cassidy, Sandy and Jessie have prepared drinks in the kitchen and are talking about how horny they are, giggling, and chatting quietly about the money. You can't hear everything they are saying but you don't need to. All is right with the world. All you need now is your guest of honor, whom you've invited over to your house for a study session after school. You have spent a great deal of time with this student over the last few months, empathizing with her, listening carefully to her as she recounted bouts of abuse, gaining her trust, and memorizing her weaknesses. Her name is April, and she is eighteen years old. You are much older, mid thirties, tall and confident. Cassidy is thirty-three. Sandy and Jessie are both thirty four, and where else would you have found them but online? Most people would be surprised what they could find on the dark web if they looked hard enough. You chose three women instead of four becuse three is all you feel you will need to subdue her, and you know that to spend all of your money in one place is to limit your readiness to handle life problems...like attorneys. Males will appreciate the physical components of this memorabilia more than females, who will be more likely to enjoy the psychology behind it, but the story itself caters to both sexes. Sexually sadistic females are a rare breed, but perhaps the most precious breed on earth. The sadistic female hunts, but does not kill. Rather, she takes possession of the victim's mind, and turns it against itself. Males who possess the ability to do so tend to relate more to women than to other men, on whom they would rather avoid spending precious time. Most men cannot appreciate emotional torture as they lack the ambition to master it. Most of them just want to get their dick wet and move on. That is the other reason you chose females...to make it last. You have mastered every detail. You know that none of your neighbors are home. You have memorized their schedules and have timed the attack so as to ensure that no one can step in and stop you, for as long as nobody stops you, you have no reason to stop the girls. This leaves your student entirely at your mercy...for the next three hours, anyway. It isnt long before you hear the doorbell, and for a moment, you wish April had waited just a little longer to show, but the excitement of knowing that you will soon see her squirming against nostalgia makes you smile. The girls coo excitedly in the kitchen and you watch the line of them pour into the living room. You raise your eyebrows to them and toss them a sadistic smile as they sit on two couches at opposite sides of the room, Cassidy and Jessie on one couch, and Sandy on the other. They have left their drinks in the kitchen, and you marvel at the french manicures that each of them has had done up to please you. As it is your home, it is only proper that you make your way to the door and open it to find April standing there with her books clutched to her chest. She is not the waif that she used to be. In her second year of recovery from a nearly life long battle with anorexia, she now has patches of cellulite that roll off her hip bones. The jeans that she wears do a decent job of hiding the damage for anything less than a passing glance, but anything more would reveal the truth. Each of the girls that you have hired are height to weight proportionate, and they all know to make a spectacle of April's lack of perfection. She smiles at you nervously and you invite her in. "Oh," stopped shyly, suddenly on alert, "I didn't know you had guests." You reach around her to close the door. You know this will prompt her to move as your discussions with her have told you that she is submissive by nature. She does so, a look of confusion playing across her face, mixed with a vain attempt to the hide the unease which has now gripped her. You bolt the door. Each of the girls has smiled at her and each of them has stared her up and down. She wears a black silk top bearing the sweet meat of her thick upper arms. You smile at her. "College friends," you tell her, then you gesture to each one and assign each of them a false name. You suspect that they have given you false names begin with, but you use aliases anyway to make sure that everyone but April walks away happy. April has black hair that falls easily down past her shoulders, full pouty lips and what look to be C cup breasts behind a text book and a notebook, which you now take from her. Notably embarassed, she wraps herself in a hug and the girls sm'ile wider. Cassidy wears a long sleeve white tee shirt and black yoga pants. She is 5'6'' and has long, flowing, fire red hair. Jessie is a bit taller at 5'8'' and has dirty blonde hair with the tips dyed purple. She wears ripped jeans and a black tee shirt bearing the phrase 'FUCK NORMAL' in big black letters. She has done her research. She wears a red bracelet and a purple bracelet on the same hand. April recognizes them right away as a representation of Jessie's struggles with her own eating disorder as an active member of the proana community. You watch her eyes fall on the bracelets for a few moments longer than she would have liked. You smile at Cassidy, who smiles back at you. Sandy wears pink sweatpants and running shoes with a white tee shirt covering a sports bra. She is about as tall and Cassidy and has long hair about the same color as April's. She chews gum through a soft smile. "What's the matter kiddo?" April spins around to find Sandy's cold eyes boring into hers. "You look tense." April chuckles nervously. "I'm just, not used to-" She turns to Jessie, who has risen from the depths of the couch and walked to the front door. She leans against it with her arms crossed over her chest, no smile this time. "Um-" Cassidy and Sandy have likewise stood up. They approach Cassidy, smiles playing across both of their faces. You toss April's books onto the couch from which Sandy has risen and reach into your pocket for your phone. "What's going on here?" The Watcher Ch. 01 What is this feeling inside of me? It's like a rush of adrenaline throughout my body. I can't help but stare at this magnificent creature. Her petite, athletic frame is accentuated by the clothes she is wearing. Dark pink leggings, pink running shoes, White spaghetti tank, and a thin white cardigan hoodie. Her hair is pulled back into a tight pony tail giving a clear, unobstructed view to beautiful face. Her skin is unblemished and the perfect shade of light brown. A result, no doubt from running out doors, under the sun. Her eyes are steel blue. it's like I am looking into the deep blue ocean. I have loved before but no woman has ever made me feel like this before. I love writing and I always have. I love telling a tale in which I come out on top. A tale which ends with happiness instead of the cold dark reality that is my life on earth. I don't really have a bad life, but I can't escaped the inevitable of going to work and coming to. I've never wanted that life but I can't leave it now, either. I love my wife, regardless of how our relationship started, so I escape the mundane routine of life by the occasional stop by a local shop and writing about my fantasies about a girl I would otherwise never have a shot at. I haven't been inspired as what I should write about yet, so I pretend to type on my laptop as I glance over the screen, my eyes barley visible to hers. I can't risk getting caught, not by her. Brooke is a student in my psychology class at the university and her mother, Gisele, is a colleague in the same department. Gisele maybe 15 years her senior but she is just as good looking as Brooke. I've watched Gisele before but the feeling is not quite the same. It could be Brooke's young age. She just turned 19 and this is her first year of college. It could be a number of things but whatever it was made it the most exciting thing I had ever done. Brooke sits up straight and arches her back causing her open hoodie to slide even further off her D sized breasts. They absolutely perfect and my mind is caught up in a series of thoughts about what I would do with them as I lay naked with her in bed. It's almost like she knows I'm watching because she doesn't stop there. Next, she uncrosses and spreads her legs, giving me the perfect view of her crotch. I swallow hard and my face flushes with blood as my cock twitches beneath my pants. I can't stop it from growing. Her leggings are tight enough to show me every part of her: Her supple mound leading into her pussy lips and eventually her butt cheeks. I wish I wasn't in public because all I want to do is pull out my cock crank one off right here and now... among other things...but I can't do those things without her consent. The coffee shop is the perfect place for watching. So many people crowding into such a small place, all doing pretty much the same thing, give ample cover while stoking your prey. I have no desire do anything more than watch but if she walked over here right now and offered to suck me off, I doubt I would refuse the offer. I'm not a creep or a pervert or anything and I am no danger to the women around me. I just like looking at them and feeling the rush that comes from trying not to get caught. I love everything about sex but there are some things that I cannot act out in real life. I still love my wife, Laura, but there is no way she would be up for trying the things that I think about. The things that turn me on and the things that make me who I am. It's natural to have these urges, however dark they may be, but it's also natural to control one's self and be mindful of other's sexual wants and needs. I watch because I can't get that excitement and rush anywhere else. Laura is my whole world but there's no excitement in our love making any more. Well, at least not until I started watching that is. I get so riled up watching Brooke, and other girls, that I go home and have the desire to fuck my wife. For some reason Laura picks up on my sexual energy as well and gets turned on in an instant. She's asked me about it before and where all the energy is coming from but I can't tell her. It would break her heart to know that I get turned on by other women and have sexual fantasies of tying them up and fucking them in every hole, so I just make something up that has to do with her. I try thinking about my wife like this but there is no excitement, no rush, no feelings of panic when you think you've been caught. Some may describe my sexual tastes and dark or rough or even evil but that's what I like. I love thinking about a woman giving herself completely to me. Having that power over them and forcing them to do whatever I want them to do and punishing them beyond all mercy if they do not comply. I don't get turned on by force beyond their consent. I despise the thought of rape. I think it's disgusting and week if a man has to take that from a woman. But a man she trusts so much to give it up to him... no that's hot. It doesn't matter what shitty thing may be happening in my life, whenever I flip open my laptop and start typing, I just feel free. I feel like nothing can stop me and I push myself to the limits. All the stress in the world has no effect when I'm writing. As Brooke crosses her legs again and scoots up to the table to resume her work on her computer I picture myself walking up behind her and sliding my hands over her shoulders. I am so incredibly lost in my thoughts that as I touch my finger tips to the keys on my computer everything changes and now I am living it, not just thinking it. As though I am having an out of body experience, I watch myself touching her. She jump, startled, and turns to see who it is. The look of fear falls from her face as she sees me and it is replaced by a smile. "Oh it's you." I chuckle as she takes my right hand with hers and then leans her head to the left and places it on my hand. The touch of her skin on mine is enough for her to let out a whimpering moan. I smile with delight, knowing that I have this much power over her. She lifts her head up and looks at me, smiling as wide as she can. "I love you." She whispers, not wanting others around her to hear. I smile back but instead of returning kind words of love of my own, I mouth the words, "Fuck me"! She smiles devilishly and her whole body shutters with pleasure but she never takes her eyes off me. She quickly glances around her and says, "Not here with all these..." She cuts herself off with a gasp and says, "Fuck it. I want you to screw me right here and right now and I don't care who sees it. I lean in and kiss her with purpose. She breathes heavily as she forces her tongue inside my mouth. My hands travel over her shoulders until they reach her chest. I take a breast in each hand and massage firmly. She moans and pulls my hands with hers to step in front of her. Our lips break apart long enough for her to stand up and then we start all over again. My hands are all over her body and she reaches one of her down to grip my cock. It feels good and I can feel grow the more she plays with it. She pants heavily and pushes her body into mine. Her enthusiasm is palpable and I respond in kind by wrapping my arms around her and squeezing her tight. I hold off my deepest and darkest desires but when she says, "I need you inside me right now", I loose it and just can hold back any longer. Everyone in the coffee shop are staring at us but they don't seem to mind. Most of them are still going about their business but a few of them stop take notice of us. Some of them are even getting into it and making out with their partners. No matter how many of them look, however, neither Brooke or myself remotely care. In fact it seems to be making her even hotter. I love the moment I am in right now but I can't stop thinking about where this is going. I step into her and we kiss as we move closer to the table. When we reach it I roll my hips into her causing her to grunt, "Fuck me." Now that's one thing I can do. I eagerly comply and start with removing her hoodie and then sliding her tank up and off of her. She doesn't seem to care about the eight pairs of eyes staring at her and she returns the favor by ripping my shirt off and starting on my pants. She slid them off my hips and down my legs showing every one in the cafe my semi hard cock. It is long and thick and heavy with the blood that is flowing through it. She looks at it for a moment and then looks up at me and smile as she take my cock with her right hand. It twitches within her grasp which causes her to giggle. I Smile back at her and then lift a hand to grip her neck with my right hand. My left hand drifts toward her tit and I pinch her nipple as hard as I can and say, "You've been a bad girl." She smirks and plays along, "Yeah, what'd I do?" I squeeze her nipple harder and tighten my grip on her throat as I explain, "You have an assignment that you haven't turned in." I squeeze her neck until I hear her gurgle, trying to take a breath. I continue, "no no, only good girls get to breath and you are a very, very bad girl. Unable to breath, Brooke still smiles and begins to stroke my hard length. Her desire to let me do anything excites me and suddenly, I want more. I release my grip, allowing her gasp for air and move my other hand down her tummy and slide it into her leggings. Over her smoothly shaven mound, I glide my fingers over her cunt and lightly tickle her outer lips. I can feel her body move in response touching her soft, velvety skin ever so gently. With my ring and index fingers, I spread her precious peddles and stroke her clitoris a few times. She is so wet that when I press lightly against her opening, my finger slides right into her. She gasps at my fingers intrusion to her most precious place. I pull out of her and a look of disappointment appears on her face. If it's something she like, she's going to have to work for it. I touch her ear softly with my lips and whisper, "You like that?" She only nods. The look of disappointment is replaced with one of desperation and her lips quiver. I give her a small kiss on the lips and ask again, "You like that?" She nods again and I tease her a little more, "You want that?" "Yes," she gasps. I place my middle finger to rest on her opening, "You want me inside of you? Don't you?" "Yes," her voice faint. She nods to make sure I know. I quickly push my finger inside of her as far as it will go. She gasps and her eyes open wide and I ask, "Is that what you want?" "Yes," she answers with haste. I take a quick look around me to see that the crowd around us had grown. Men and women both, looking upon the scene we have created right in the middle of this coffee shop. They're clearly okay with what I am doing and I decide to give them more of what they want. I lean in and kiss her fiercely, forcing my tongue into her mouth. I pull away and just look at her, thinking of what I want to do next. The anticipation is killing her but that's what I want. I want her wanting more, regardless of what it may be. "Take your leggings off." I demand, finally realizing what I want. "But make it quick. The longer you take, the harder I squeeze." Referring to my hand still wrapped around her neck. She smiles in agreement to the terms, removes her hands from my cock and slowly begins removing her leggings. She can only get them as low as the middle of her thighs when she realizes that I'm not lowering my hand and cannot reach any further down. Instead of lowering my hand, I squeeze tighter and tease her, saying, "What are you doing?"I toy with her. "Did I not tell you to take off you leggings?" She nods, no longer having the ability to speak, and extends her arms, once again not pushing her leggings down any further. My grip tightens once again as I ask, "Do you not want to breath?" Brook nods her head with hast, running out of air. "Well then take them off." She reaches her arms out but fails the task once again. "You're not stupid are you Brooke?" I speak slowly and methodically. Brooke shakes her head. I look down at her stretched out fingers trying to push leggings down any further. I look back up at her and tease her even more, "Oh! you can't pull them down any further. It that the problem?" She nods her head and I kiss her on the lips. She kisses me back and I tighten my grip even more to feel her lips shake against mine. "Okay, Brooke." I say as I pull away from her, I'll help you pull your pants down but you're going to have to do something for me. She nods her head. I lower my hand, not touching her leggings, even though I could if I tried. "Nope, I can't reach then either." Brooke reaches her hands up and grabs my wrist and forearm in an attempt to show me that she needed air but I ignore her. "I think we need some help." The crowd take notice to what I just said, curious as to what I am about to do. I point to a young woman I had seen here at the coffee shop before. She is watching intently at mine and Brooks display, shaking her head before looking at me. "What's your name?" I ask the girl. "Mandy," is her reply. She is roughly the same age as Brooke and petite like her but instead of being athletic, Mandy is softer and has larger breasts. "Can you come help Brooke off with her the rest of her clothes? I guess she forgot how." I turn to Brooks and ask, "Isn't that right honey?" Brooke nods. Mandy steps forward, cautiously and pulled Brooke's leggings down and removed her shoes and socks. Once she is completely naked I let loose my grip and ask, "There, that's much better, right?" Brooke nods while I continue, "Now, go tell Mandy thank you." She turns to Mandy and just then, I am snapped back to reality as Brooke stands over me with her back pack swung over one shoulder. "Mr. Cox?" She giggles and then adds, "Hi." She is leaning to one side to compensate for the heavy back pack, using one hand to hold the heavy bag from the bottom, making her pose and awkward one. This is made worse by the cup of coffee she holds in her other hand. I am completely caught of guard. Did I just get caught? I thought, yes, but this did not explain her smile and bubbly charm. I jump back in my seat hesitating to leap forward to close my laptop which would just make me look guilty but I can't let her see the words and her name on my computer screen. "Oh." She gasps lightly, "I didn't mean to scare you." "No, I... I was... just focused." I try to relax and play it as cool as I can, forcing my best smile. "Just entering grades into the system." I lean forward and close my laptop. Brooke takes notice and gives me a look. Oh shit, this is it. she knows something. Just then a thought pops into my head and I explain, "Sorry, can't have ya finding out everyone's grade before you do." I lie with a smile. She smiles and nods, accepting my lie. We share an awkward pause which I break, "So what's up?" I cross my legs to hide my throbbing erection. "I just thought I'd say hay. I don't think I've ever seen you in here." "Oh yeah, I have a few different places around campus that I like to go when I can't take being in the office any more. It's nice to get out, have new surroundings." She was right thought, I never have been here before. The only thing that brought me "Soft Peddle Cafe" was when I overheard her talking to a friend about meeting here. I just came here a few times the last couple days to try and catch a glimpse of Brooke. As I speak Brooke places her coffee down and leans further to one side, giving me a perfect view of her cleavage. Once the bag loop in in reach of her free hand she scoops it up and threads her petite arm through. With her back pack now over both shoulders, Brooke adjusts the heavy bag on her back by leaning forward and arching her back, forcing her breast past the edges of her hooded sweater just as she had done before when I was watching her over my laptop screen. My eye's grow wide but I try to hide it by scratching my forehead and averting my eyes. Is she doing this on purpose. Did she see me watching her before and is somehow okay with it? And now she's trying to do it more? I shake my head knowing that there has to be a more reasonable explanation. This is not my first time watching a girl and I know when I've caught. It must just be my mind making mountains out of mole hills. I was, after all, just thinking and writing about doing some of the darkest sexual things I ever had with her. "Yeah, that's true." She says, reminding me that our conversation is still going. "I'm the same way with the library. I spend so much time in there that, sometimes, I just have to get out." She giggles slightly with a big smile, practically bouncing with excitement and adds, "Well, the next time you're here, come sit by me. Won't be so boring fir either of us." Did she really just say that? Is she flirting. I shake my head again. No, it must my mind making things up again. She's just trying to be friendly. I try my best not to show that I am at a loss for words and stammer only slightly, "Uh, yeah, I... sure thing. Brooke smiles wide and giggles, almost as though she knows what just happened and was doing it on purpose. "Cool!" She happily exclaims as she turns to leave, "See ya Mr. Cox."Even with that heavy back pack, Brooke bounces away, almost skipping. I don't know what to do with myself. I feel like I am in an episode of the Twilight Zone, where my thoughts turned into real life. Not being able to concentrate on anything else, I pack up everything I have with me, waiting for my erection to go down, and then head to my next class early. The Watcher Ch. 01 Chapter 1 - Dream House Brett Thick, green forest surrounded us as I navigated the moving truck through the beautiful, gently curving roads of Vermont toward our new life. My fiancé, Jess was curled up in the front seat fast asleep as she had been for the last three hours. It was an early summer morning and the sun was just starting to illuminate the tops of the trees, casting a dappled pattern on the road. Few cars had passed us since we turned off the main highway, and it felt as if the entire forest belonged to us alone. Remote, I thought, smiling fondly. No loud neighbors, no bothersome visitors, no pollution - just Jess and I alone on our newly purchased ten acres of grade-A Vermont forest. "How much longer?" Jess's sleepy voice asked from beside me. I turned my head a little to watch her stretch and sit up, brushing her auburn hair away from her face. "Little under an hour," I replied, "You should go back to sleep." "You know when I'm up, I'm up," she said, "Besides, I feel like I've been sleeping for a year." "Feeling rested?" "Very." "Excited?" Jess looked at me and smiled that half-smile that I always swore made me fall in love with her in the first place. "So excited," she answered, "I can't wait to get there." "Me neither," I agreed, "Anything to get out of this fucking truck." The moving truck wasn't large - we had only needed a small one to fit the stuff from our old apartment in Boston - but I had hated driving the thing down the highway all night and was eager to return it to the rental company. "I hear you," Jess snorted and we fell into a comfortable silence, watching the trees as they passed quickly by us. It had been a easy decision to make the move from the busy, constant life of Boston to the slower pace of Vermont. Jess had been one year away from finishing her doctorate at U Mass and we were just about ready to start what we had always referred to as 'our real lives'. I had already earned my PhD in psychology two years prior and had been working as an adjunct at a local private college in order to pay the rent. As soon as we had settled on a location to move to, I began searching for jobs in the area. Luck had been in our favor, because only a few months after my search began, I had an interview with a small branch of a community college in the hills of Vermont. The town - called very quaintly Summer Hill - was small and surrounded by acres upon acres of forest. It was our dream spot, and five days after the interview I had received a call telling me that the job was mine if I wanted it. After eagerly accepting, we began the process of finding a house. Again fortune favored us, as if by divine or otherwise intervention, and we found an old farmhouse that had been foreclosed upon and on the market for the last several years. It had been an cinch to heckle the price down from asking to a very affordable amount, all with the added bonus of having the home fully furnished - a good thing considering the meager amount of items Jess and I had between us. Six months later, Jess had successfully earned her doctorate. Two weeks after that and we were packed and ready to head to Vermont to spend the summer in blissful solitude until the school year started in the fall. This is what true happiness feels like, I thought fondly to myself as the GPS told me to take the next right off the main road. And for a little while, it had been. ~*~* Jess Brett pulled the van off the winding side road and down a driveway that had been almost completely covered with branches. That'll be job number two, I thought as the foliage made scraping sounds against the metal sides of the vehicle, Right after we get settled. My stomach was in knots as we made our way slowly down our new driveway. It wasn't long, but it was old and dirt and filled with potholes. Job number three, I thought with a reassuring grin at Brett. It had been a whirlwind of a year, and there had been more than one occasion where I had had serious doubts about moving to the middle of the woods. I still didn't have a job, and the opportunities in Summer Hill were slim to non-existent for someone with my qualifications. But Brett had been so excited, and I wanted nothing more than to be with him. So I had supported him all the way up to the front door of our new home. It came into view suddenly, with the trees parting before a large and well-kept clearing of grass that surrounded the gorgeous, whitewashed farmhouse. Here the dirt drive began to widen until it became a gravel turnaround where they could park the truck. A grey SUV was already present and a man in a white button-up shirt and jeans was leaning against the door of the vehicle smoking a cigarette. "That must be the realtor," Brett said as he pulled up behind the SUV and put the moving truck in park. Taking a deep breath, I unbuckled my seatbelt and swung the door open before hopping down and stretching my cramped muscles. "You must be Ron," Brett was saying from the opposite side of the van, "I'm Brett and bringing up the rear here is my fiancé, Jess." I smiled, coming around the front of the van to shake Ron's hand while internally rolling my eyes. Business Brett was such a schmuck it almost hurt. Ron the realtor took a long drag on his cigarette before he dropped it to the ground and put it out with the heel of his shoe - which I found exceptionally rude. But I remained quiet - nagging Jess was worse than business Brett. "Glad to meet you folks," Ron said with a yellow-toothed grin and a strong New England accent, "You bought yourselves a real nice house here. I'm very happy for yah." "Thanks," Brett said, "We're very excited ourselves." "Well then let's not waste any more time," Ron said, jerking his head toward the front door of the house, "Let me give you the nickel tour and all the appropriate paperwork and get out of your hair." Brett nodded his assent and grabbed my hand as Ron led us to the stained wooden steps that began the large wraparound porch that surrounded the house on all four sides. This had been a major selling point for Brett, whose father had wanted nothing more in life than a god damned wraparound porch, but had died before he could realize his singular dream. Admittedly I couldn't have cared less, but seeing the thing up close made me realize that Brett and his father had had a point. It was beautifully crafted, and I could already picture myself in a rocking chair with a book while a citronella candle flickered and kept the bugs away during the twilight hours of summer. "You've got the main entrance here," Ron was saying gesturing to the double-doors that made up the front entranceway, "Another one on the side there," he pointed to our right toward the west, "And of course your back door off the kitchen." The realtor pulled out a ring of keys and selected an old, tarnished brass one that he slipped into the equally old front door knob. Despite its age, the key turned with a satisfying thunk and the door swung open. A wave of thick, musty air spilled out of the doorway and I surprised to find I actually liked the scent. It smelled comfortable...safe. I looked over at Brett to exchange a smile only to find his nose crunched up in disgust. Clearly he did not share my feelings about the old house's initial impression. Shrugging internally, I followed Ron through the doorway, finding the darkness jarring after the bright summer morning. "Take a minute to adjust," Ron was saying as he closed the door behind us, "I've got the curtains drawn to keep the interior cool. No AC." "Right," Brett nodded, "Still pretty cool in here though." "Oh yes," I could see that Ron's shape was nodding excitedly, "The house holds a pretty constant temperature all year round. Has something to do with the architecture I think." You already sold us the house, I thought, needlessly annoyed. Having adjusted to the new lighting, I could see that we were standing in the grand foyer. A wide staircase directly in front of the front door lead up to the second floor hallway and the rooms beyond. It, like all the bare floors of the house, was made of a dark cherry that still had considerable charm despite its age. "This way," Ron said, leading us to the right, through a wide entranceway that fed into the living room. White dust covers draped across various shapes of furniture strewn throughout the large room. At the front of the house long curtains masked what must have been the large picture windows so heavily advertised on Ron's real estate website. The focal point of the room, however, was the enormous fireplace and mantel that took up almost the entire eastern wall. It stood cold and barren, giving the whole place an ominous feeling that sent a small shiver down my spine. "Isn't this gorgeous?" Brett was asking me and I squeezed his hand reassuringly. Of course it was gorgeous. It was our dream house - what could be more perfect? But my stomach was still knotted in anxiety. This was a big change for me - for both of us - and I felt like I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Ron continued the tour at a brisk pace, leading us through room after room as if to prove that the hundred or so pictures Brett had demanded from him had not been doctored. In addition to the living room, there was a study, two bathrooms, a dining room, kitchen, and walk-in pantry on the first floor. Upstairs we were paraded through four bedrooms - including an impressive master suite - one more bathroom, and a small room that had floor-to-ceiling bookshelves on all four walls. "The library" Brett had called it when he first glimpsed the photos of the room. In truth, it was just an extra room that someone had at one point decided to fill with books - but if Brett wanted to call it the library I wasn't about to spoil his fun. None of what Ron showed us was new or surprising. We had been very thorough in our investigation of the house, especially since we had had no way of coming to see it in person. Back in the foyer after the whirlwind tour, Ron shook both our hands, apologized for having to run out, ran out, came back one second later to hand over our keys and appropriate paperwork, shook our hands one more time, and then left, closing the door behind him with an ominous click. "Did he seem like he was in a hurry to leave?" I asked Brett, but was met with silence. Turning around I found that Brett was gone. A brief investigation revealed that he was in the living room, pulling dust covers off the furniture. "Getting to work already?" I said, hands on my hips. "You know it," Brett flashed his toothy, sexy grin that had been one of the top five things that had drawn me to him in the first place, "The sooner we get this house ready to live in the better." "I agree," I nodded, watching as the ugliest red couch I had ever laid eyes on revealed itself from under the dust cover Brett had been working on. "Gross," Brett chuckled, wadding up the dust cover and tossing it in an empty corner, "But it'll do for now." He moved on to the next piece of furniture, which ended up being an inoffensive brown leather winged armchair. "Better," I smiled softly, "This is kind of like Christmas." "Remember what you gave me last Christmas?" Brett asked devilishly as he pulled the cover off a - you guessed it - cherry end table. "A plane ticket to Colorado to meet your parents," I said. "No, the other thing," Brett goaded, reveling the end table's twin. I rolled my eyes with added exaggeration. He was of course referring to the Christmas themed lingerie I had purchased for "him" instead of any physical presents. Whatever that Christmas morning had lacked in nostalgia for opening presents Santa had left was more than made up for in some mind-blowingly amazing sex. The things he had done with his mouth that day had provided me with enough fond erotic memories to last for weeks. "We can christen the house later, stud," I said as he approached me and placed his hands on my hips, pulling me tantalizingly close. "How about now?" he breathed directly into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine straight to my groin. Brett gripped me harder and rubbed the obvious bulge in his shorts against my crotch, his fingertips dipping just inside the back of my short jean shorts. I was growing warm and wet between my thighs, and I bent my head to the side, giving him access to my neck. Gentle kisses to my skin there had me instantly aching for more. Reaching around Brett's body, I let my fingers trail up the hard muscles of his back beneath his t-shirt. Even after five years of graduate school, he still had a cut, athletic body that never failed to turn me on. With a feral growl, Brett stopped kissing my neck and guided me backward until my back hit the papered wall of the living room. He pinned me there as he kissed my lips, slowly grinding his hips against mine. I hooked my leg around his, pulling him closer, raking my nails down his back as our kisses became more frantic, feral. Then, as suddenly as the primal heat had taken ahold of me, it was gone. I felt my blood chill as if someone had injected me with the essence of winter. I had opened my eyes for a second as Brett had kissed me, and in my periphery I saw what was unmistakably the tall, broad silhouette of a man standing outside the front entrance. It appeared to be crouched in an awkward angle, peering in through the panes of glass that bordered the double doors - watching me. Watching us. "Stop," I hissed, kindly but firmly pushing Brett away from me so I could get a better look at our voyeur. "What?" Brett was out of breath and confused. I ignored him and walked quickly to the front doors. The silhouette was gone, but the man could have still been nearby. Swinging open the left door, I rushed outside and surveyed the front property. There was no one there - just our moving truck and a few birds pecking at the grass, looking for bugs. "Jess?" Brett asked from behind me, "What is it?" He sounded concerned. I turned around and frowned, "It's nothing I guess." "What did you see?" "There was...," I faltered, not wanting to give Brett the impression that I was suddenly a paranoid. Nothing ever spooked me, but something about the isolation of this new house had me on edge. And the silhouette of the man had been so real - I could have sworn there had been someone there. "Was what?" Brett asked, coming to me and placing a kind, reassuring hand on my shoulder. I smiled and shrugged, "Nothing. I thought I saw something but I think I'm just a little nervous is all." Brett gave me a smile and a hug. "Don't worry," he said, "There's no one or thing that can hurt you while I'm around." Of course, I thought, hugging my protector back, Nothing to worry about. Nothing at all. ~*~* Brett By dinner time the first night in our new home Jess and I were almost completely unpacked. After our almost-sex earlier, I had used my frustrated energy to bring in all of our boxes while Jess unpacked them into neat piles - one for the bedroom, another for the kitchen, and a last one for the living room. We only had three room piles because until that day we had only ever had three rooms to live in. We didn't speak much that afternoon. I could tell that Jess was still spooked by whatever she thought she had seen that morning even though she would not outwardly admit it. Chalking it up to new-life jitters, I gave her time to relax and decompress. "Only the bed and mattress left," I announced, coming into the kitchen where Jess was boiling some pasta on the stove. "I'll help you with that after dinner," she promised, clicking off the burner and draining the pot in the sink, "Sorry if I got paranoid earlier," she added, "I promise to make up for it." "You better," I smiled and gave her a playful pat on the ass while she mixed in the vodka sauce. There was nothing else to eat until we went into town for groceries, but as far as I was concerned, pasta and sauce was just fine. We sat next to each other at the old cherry table in the dining room. Everything in this house was cherry - the floors, the stairs, the trim, and every piece of wooden furniture we had come across so far. The only shift in the décor occurred in the master bedroom, where the cherry flooring appeared to be stained a brighter shade of red. Jess said it looked like blood, and I was hesitant to disagree. There was another thing about the bedroom that I had thought on a few times throughout the day. When Ron had shown it to us, and then later when Jess and I had inspected the suite closer, a strange sensation overcame me. It had not been unlike a tiny, almost imperceptible electric charge that seemed to spring straight from the floor and flow through my body. I had discounted it at first, but when I had returned alone just a few minutes before dinner to store a few boxes of clothing in the closet the sensation had returned stronger than ever. "Hey, babe?" I said as I speared rotini on my fork. "Hmm?" Jess responded, her mouth full of food. "Earlier," I said, "In the bedroom. Did you feel anything...strange?" I had no idea why I was placing so much merit in a weird feeling. Jess frowned with her eyebrows and shook her head, "Not particularly. Those floors are a little strange but other than that..." I nodded and then shook my head in a double gesture, "I think we might both be experiencing a little bit of nervous tension today." Jess nodded in agreement, "To be expected. Tell you what - get that bed put together and we'll lug the mattress upstairs and work on expelling some of that tension." I felt my groin tingle with anticipation. A chance to finish what we had started earlier was enough to make me rush through dinner and begin the heavy labor of hauling our old metal bed frame up the stairs. It was starting to get dark outside, but I had already brought the pieces from the truck inside and rested them against the front door frame so I did not have to venture out into the mysterious night. The idea of which, for some reason, sent an icy chill racing down my spine. Gathering the pieces of the bedframe together I started up the stairs, careful not to bang the steel against the fine cherry wood. Once upstairs, it was a straight trip down a very narrow hallway to a solid black door at the end. The door was already open so I passed through with no problems despite my heavy burden. Stepping over the threshold, I was immediately accosted by the electric sensation from before - except this time it was stronger and accompanied by a heavy, slightly nauseating feeling that made my head swim. Carefully, I laid the metal frame pieces on the blood red floor and righted myself, willing the nauseous spell to pass. It did after a few seconds, leaving only the electric vibration that appeared to be heavily centered on my groin. A large window faced the western side of the property revealed that the light outside was fading fast and I realized that there was no light in the bedroom and I would need to get a lamp before I could begin piecing together the bed frame. Turning around to leave and get the needed light, my heart skipped two or three beats as I was caught unawares by a shadowed figure standing in the doorway. "Jesus!" I shouted. Whenever I got scared, I got loud, as if the volume of my voice would expel the fear from my body. The figure, which turned out (of course) to be Jess, laughed lightly. "I'm sorry! I thought I made plenty of noise coming down the hall," she held up a bedside lamp from our apartment, "I brought you some light." The Watcher Ch. 01 "Thank you," I said, my heart still beating heavily in my chest. How had I not heard her come up the stairs and down the hall? The wood of this house creaked mercilessly and there had been nothing to drown out the sounds of Jess's approach. Jess moved past me and found a plug on the far wall of the bedroom. I admired her scantily clad bottom as she bent and plugged the lamp in. As I watched my fiancé, I was overcome with the uncharacteristic urge to walk over and pull down her shorts before spearing her over and over and... "Brett?" Jess was standing again and peering at me with a cocked eyebrow, "I asked if you wanted help with the bed." I shook my head and shifted my erection in my jeans, "No thanks," I said, "But if you could manage to lug the mattress inside the house that would be great. I left it out on the porch. Just drag it." At the request Jess's face contorted into a queer look and she hesitated before nodding her assent. "No problem." I watched her hips sway as she walked across the room and then back down the hallway, so wrapped up in the flood of images of fucking her that I failed to notice that she once again made no sound as she walked. Jess disappeared down the stairs and I turned to the bedframe, bending to the task of putting it together. The eerie sensation of the room persisted, and my thoughts of Jess continued uninterrupted until I heard the sound of her shrieking outside. ~*~* Jess I hadn't meant to scare Brett in the bedroom, but as I had approached him I noticed that he was in a trance-like state, staring at the window. Even when I had deliberately made loud footsteps, Brett had continued to stare until at last he had turned toward me and yelled. Then, while I was plugging in the lamp for him, I had felt his eyes all over me and found him in the same mesmerized state after I had stood back up. Brett never got so distracted. It was weird. Now - worse - it was creepy. This house is creepy, I thought as I opened the front door and walked out into the night. The sun had just set beyond the trees to the west and there were already some stars visible to the east. Stars - that was something I had not known I had missed. In Boston the night sky would become a purple haze of artificial light that you couldn't stare at for too long without feeling a little melancholy. The tiny white lights against the deep purple dky held me transfixed for a few moments - until a loud snap of a twig brought me back to reality. Peering out into the blackness of the front yard, I tried to see what might have made the noise. My first thought was that a deer had wandered onto our property and I felt a small tingle of excitement. And then I remembered the man I thought I had seen earlier, and my excitement turned to dread. I continued to strain my eyes to see beyond the small circle of light that the porch fixture cast. Then - only a few feet from where the light ended - I heard the rustle of grass and a bipedal silhouette that I had not noticed before because of its stillness moved in an unnatural, stiff manner, as if raising it's arm in greeting. My stomach clenched painfully and I screamed, backing away from the middle of the porch where I had been standing, my eyes never leaving the black outline of the strange silhouette. It did not move, and I screamed again, unable to control myself. Through the open door behind me I could hear Brett pounding down the hall and stairs to come to my aid. "There!" I pointed toward where the silhouette had been, "There's..." Nothing. There was nothing. Just the dark green almost black grass. "Jess?" Brett's voice cracked with concern, "What's wrong. What happened?" I could feel tears beginning to brim in my eyes as I turned and hugged my fiancé close, burying my head against the safety of his chest. He returned my embrace and we stood there for a few minutes as he rubbed my back and soothed me. "I swear this place is messing with me," I laughed against his shirt, "I keep seeing things that I know aren't there." "The country can do that to you," Brett said, "The isolation is jarring after the bustle of the city. Remember when we went camping and you swore up and down that there was a wolf stalking our campsite." My stomach twisted in embarrassment at the memory but I nodded, "You're right. I think it's just the stress and the change of pretty much everything. Right now all I want to do is go to bed." Brett released me and looked down, "Then let's get that mattress upstairs. I've just about finished the frame. Just a few more screws." "Thank god," I said. Brett smiled again and then helped me lug the mattress from the porch into the foyer. I locked the doors and turned off the porch light before we dragged the mattress up the stairs and down the hall into the bedroom. "Let me go get the rest of the lights," I offered. Brett nodded, his eyes roaming all over my body again. Downstairs I went around the house and checked to make sure all the doors were locked. Most of the windows had curtains pulled over them, and I avoided looking out of the one above the sink in the kitchen, which was not covered. After checking the front door one more time, I clicked off the overhead foyer light and went up the stairs. As I went, I felt the sensation of eyes on me. But I didn't turn around, afraid of what I might see through the glass panels of the front entrance. Once down the upstairs hall I turned off that final light and stepped into the bedroom, closing the door behind me and locking it with a satisfying click. Brett had finished piecing together the bed frame and was pushing it against the far wall. I took the mattress from where we had leaned it and dragged it across the ugly red flooring to the frame, throwing it down. After a moment's adjustment, the mattress was in place. "Sheets," I said, and turned to walk over to where they were neatly folded on the floor. A hand grabbed mine and I turned to see Brett staring into my eyes with a primal, feral look. I stared back, held still by the beauty of his steel blue irises. Heat flushed my face and chest and I could feel my sex beginning to bloom. "Sheets first," I breathed, but Brett pulled me closer so that his chest and groin were pressed against mine. I felt his fingers trail across my sides and down to the waist of my shorts before coming to the front. He undid the button and slid down the zipper, giving the garment a small push across my hips so that it fell down my legs and onto the floor. I felt the air against the dampening fabric of my cotton panties and let out a small moan. It felt so good - like the room itself was caressing me. Suddenly I felt hot all over, so I reached down and pulled my shirt up and over my head, tossing it away before undoing the hook of my bra. Brett's hands remained on my hips as he stared at me. Something about the way he was looking made me hornier than I had been in a long time. "Bed," Brett spoke at last, pointing as the mattress. I blinked. He had never commanded me much in the bedroom before - and it sent a rush of heat through my body. I found my legs obeying his command until I was lying prone, propped on my elbows with my legs spread wide. Brett pulled off his shirt and dropped his jeans and underwear. There would definitely be a damp spot in my panties now - dark coarse hair covered his toned abs and pecs and his cock was thick and ready for me. He climbed on the bed and knelt before me, breathing hard as he gripped his member and began stroking it slowly. Silky moisture spilled from within me, coating my lips, readying myself for him. Reaching forward, Brett pulled my panties down my legs, baring my weeping, shaved sex. He moved forward, angling his cock toward my entrance and slipping the tip inside, aided by the moisture that had collected there. "Damn," I breathed, and lay back, reveling in the sensation of his cock inside me, even if it was just barely. My cunt clenched and trembled as Brett continued his journey inside of me with an agonizingly slow pace until he was completely entombed. "God that feels good," he moaned, and crushed his body against me as he kissed my neck, pulling out of me in a steady rhythm. I arched my chest into his, loving how his coarse chest hair raked against my nipples with each hard thrust. My legs were entwined in his, urging him to go faster, harder. His teeth nipped at my neck and I cried out, pushing my hips upward, insistent, demanding. Soon we were both damp with perspiration, our skin making wet sucking sounds as we slid against each other. My mind was clouded with pleasure and lust and I could hear the groan of Brett's exertions barely above my own loud cries. Orgasm came hard and unexpected for me, and my moisture spilled out over Brett's balls and my legs as my cunt hugged the silken skin of his cock. In response he began to fuck me harder than before, and it was only a few moments before the familiar hot spray of his cum began to coat my insides. Brett paused with his forehead against mine, breathing heavy, before pulling out and rolling onto his back. I could feel the mixture of our fluids leaking out from my sore pussy and was grateful that we had decided to forego the sheets. "Shit," Brett sighed and then turned his head to look at me, "Sorry I was so insistant..." "Shhh," I hushed and turned onto my side to look at him, "That was amazing. Just what I needed." Fast and hard, the sex had dispelled all the creepy feelings I had experienced about the house and left me satisfied and pleasantly aching. Getting up, I washed in the adjacent bathroom and returned to see the bed mostly made. Brett had pulled on his underwear and a pang of need swept through me as I watched his toned ass moving just beneath the fabric. There was something in the air. A faint electrical buzz that tingled as I was drawn across the room. It told me to wrap my arms around Brett's chest and skim my fingers along his chest and nipples. To reach inside his boxers and fondle his surprisingly erect cock. Brett turned and I could see the familiar primal spark behind his pupils. Pushing on his chest, I urged him to lie on his back. I straddled him, sliding my freshly lubricated pussy against his stomach and kissing him hard while he pulled down his boxers. Energy filled me as I slid back onto his cock, taking him in one long thrust. He groaned and twitched inside of me, filling me up. I rode him slowly, experiencing a series of micro orgasms as I coaxed him toward his own release. It felt good - it felt right. But despite that, the hairs on the back of my neck prickled with nervous tension. You're being watched, a voice inside my head whispered at some point. But I ignored it and the feeling and trembled as Brett released a second load inside me, smaller than the first but sill enough to fill me. As he did, the electric sensation in the air seemed to sigh and abate, leaving the room still and silent. After washing again and turning off the lamp, I slipped into bed beside Brett and snuggled close, my head on his chest. "I think we're going to be happy here," I whispered in the dark, closing my eyes. I felt him nod, "Of course we are. This is our dream house." Something about the stilted way he said the words sent a chill running along my spine. But I was too sated and tired to care, so I pulled up the sheets and snuggled in closer to Brett before drifting into a deep, dreamless sleep. ~*~* The Watcher Ch. 01 A sudden sound made her freeze. Though she'd been breathing heavily, she now held her breath, startled by the sudden noise. In the silence of her house, Jenna listened closely. She glanced around her room somewhat nervously, trying to spot the source of the faint tapping she had heard. Thinking that she had simply imagined it, she relaxed and continued to slide her fingers against her slick pussy lips. Just as she was beginning to ease back into a world of fantasy, there came three distinct taps, louder than before and enough to draw her attention toward the direction of the sound. Jenna's head snapped over at the window. She wasn't immediately alarmed from simply the tapping she had heard, but she did jerk her hand out from her silky shorts. Her eyes scanned the window facing her new neighbor's house, then she turned toward the larger one that faced the back yard. Her heart immediately skipped a beat when she glimpsed the dark silhouette just outside the glass. For a few seconds, Jenna did not move or take her eyes from the window. A wave of shock radiated from her chest and swept through her body. She blinked, but still the figure remained, its dark outline revealed against the moonlight that poured across the grass. It did not move, but stayed hidden in the shadow of the house. Jenna did not run, cry out, or even pull her covers over her body. Though she was still in a heightened state of alarm, she managed to remain calm. Swinging her legs from the bed, she stood slowly and walked toward the open door to her bathroom. As she passed the lamp on her nightstand, she reached over and switched it off. She closed the bathroom door behind her as she entered, immediately flipping on the lights. As soon as she was in the bathroom, she planted her back against the door and allowed herself to gasp. "Oh my god, oh my god," she hissed under her breath. It was a hard thing to process. Someone had apparently been watching her. That fact alone was enough to make her skin crawl, but how much had the person seen? She almost felt silly for lying in bed groping herself while an unnamed pervert stood just outside watching in her most private of moments. A nervous chill gripped her chest within. She wondered what she should do, and if it do any good to call the police, being as the Peeping Tom would surely be gone by the time they arrived. Jenna took a few moments to relax. After she pulled herself together, her mind began to whisper reason. All she had seen was the dark silhouette of what she thought was a person, though she honestly couldn't be sure this was an accurate account. After all, she hadn't been wearing her glasses, and while her vision wasn't entirely terrible, she had to admit to seeing a blur. She hadn't seen a face or any other identifying feature, just a motionless shade. For all she knew, it could have been a trick of the shadows that she took for a person. Gathering her composure, Jenna flicked off the light and opened the bathroom door. She casually reentered her bedroom, which was now dark, and climbed into bed. As she did, she cut her eyes over at the large window where she thought she had seen someone. The back yard was almost luminous outside, but to her relief she saw no shadow at the glass, no silhouette of a person standing there. Just to be sure, she found her glasses and slipped them on for a better look. There was clearly no one outside her room. A thought occurred to Jenna then. She glanced at the other window in her room and considered the close proximity of her neighbors. Instantly, she knew what must have happened. "You're kidding me," she muttered. Her new neighbors hadn't been moved in but for a day, and already she suspected that one of the brothers had given her an audience. She rolled her eyes, removed her glasses, and placed them back on her nightstand. Flopping back into her pillow with a long sigh, Jenna closed her eyes and tried to force herself into sleep. Her stress management therapy would have to wait, she thought with a small grin. Jenna wondered which of her new neighbors it had been. She couldn't be sure if it might have been Blake, for he seemed too nice and well mannered to do something like that, though he had made the comment that he would be "watching her." She tried to recall her impression of each of his brothers, with only a moment's glance to judge them by. The tallest brother, whom she remembered as Matt, had a worn and scowling face. Something about the way he had stared at her from the porch was unnerving. Danny was the one she had seen standing behind Matt, and she had heard Blake refer to him as "squirrely." He was tall and slim himself, though Danny looked hunched and sickly compared to his siblings. His eyes had seemed to never lift from the ground. He certainly fit as a suspect for her Peeping Tom. As Jenna contemplated the idea of one of the brothers peeking through her window, she found herself a bit flattered. Though it wasn't her favorite type of compliment, it still made her feel sexy to know that she could incite such interest in someone. She felt shamefully naughty for being seen rubbing herself and moaning, and she couldn't deny that it felt good. Maybe she wasn't as shy a girl as she thought. Once more, she glanced at the window to find no one watching her. **** It must have been a dream, but it seemed so real that she wasn't entirely sure. Jenna was in her bed, and the room was dark. She did not know why she was awake but she was. From somewhere she heard a constant noise. It must have been the faucet in the bathroom dripping. No, it was too loud. Perhaps it was the ticking of a clock. That was impossible. The only ticking clock she owned hung in the living room, and there was no way she could hear it from where she was. Not this loud. Jenna wore her glasses, though she was aware that it made no sense to wear them to bed. She scanned the bedroom for the source of the sound. She found it at the window, the larger of the two that faced her back yard. There was a finger rapping at the glass. No, it was the nail on the finger causing the sound. She stared in bewilderment at the discolored finger, and the sharp hooked finger nail that protruded forth from its tip. The skin color was wrong, with black around the finger tips that twisted into a sickening grey shade much like that of dirty mop water. Jenna touched herself. She slid her hand into her tight shorts and caressed the lips of her pussy. Her eyes remained fixed on the finger at her window. She was wet, and she could feel her silky shorts clinging to her lips near her moist hole. Jenna felt the oppressive weight of loneliness. She craved for a companion, for someone to watch her or to come into the room and join her. The gnarled claw at the window was her only solace. Someone was watching her. Someone wanted her.... Jenna worked to entertain her hidden spectator. Feeling an intoxicating surge of sexual energy, she brought her hand to her mouth and began to suck her fingers, rolling her tongue around and covering them in saliva. She thrust her hand back into her shorts and slid a finger slowly between her swollen lips to her warm opening. Jenna shuddered as she shoved it inside. It felt amazing to be penetrated, but was only enough to leave her wanting something more substantial. Nevertheless, she stroked her finger in and out of her pussy, her palm sliding across the hood that shielded her clitoris. The finger still pecked. She watched it with growing excitement, wishing it were in the room with her. As though to answer her, the finger pressed inward and became a strangely misshapen hand, with jutting fingers like the first and a palm the size of a human foot. The hand, if it could be called so, reached into her room as though the glass had vanished and the window was merely an opening. Jenna bucked her hips and clutched herself tightly, still rubbing and fingering her crotch. Her mouth opened, yet no sound came out. There was only silence in the room. It felt to her like she was wearing ear plugs. Her heart pounded, and surely her bed must have creaked or made some sound, but everything seemed either muffled or silent. She didn't stop fingering herself. Someone was coming. She couldn't let them down. A shadow stood near the foot of her bed, featureless save for the black fingered hand at its side illuminated by the moonlight. She saw the figure coming closer, and something inside of her was repulsed by the very movement of the shadow. It was wrong. No person moved that way. Yet, for some reason, Jenna couldn't stop masturbating. She squeezed her breast tightly beneath her tank top, pinching her brown nipple between her thumb and her palm. Her pussy felt drenched. Anything could slide right inside of her at that moment with ease if it so desired. A strangely shaped hand came down on her chest with a painful slap. It curled her shirt into its grasp and pulled hard, ripping the top away from her in one swift and violent movement. Her small breasts were fully exposed, and her tiny brown nipples were stiff and sore. She withdrew her hand from between her legs and rubbed the wetness onto her breast. Jenna's eyes nearly rolled into her head at the nasty warmth that covered her chest. In the darkness above her, something darker still loomed up on the bed between her thighs. She felt something feverishly warm and slick sliding up each of her thighs. Hands, she realized. Here and there she would feel the prick of a long hooked nail on her smooth thighs. Jenna's tight black boi shorts were suddenly jerked with such a force that her hips were pulled upward and the fabric itself gave away with a rip. She rubbed her neck and breasts and moaned with excitement, or at least she thought she did, for it sounded distant and muffled. Her legs spread in anticipation. She wanted something inside of her badly. It was then that she felt something brush against her moist lips below. There was pressure, and she felt herself spread open as something round and bulbous eased into her. Pleasure rippled through her body and Jenna let out a long sigh. She had felt this many times before, though now it seemed incredibly odd. Something was out of place, though it felt no less pleasurable. Jenna wanted more, she wanted it deeper. She wanted to feel it throb inside of her. It was certainly pulsing, sending her deep into the throes of ecstasy, though to her the pulsing felt more like squirming. A pair of arms came into view. Her brain wrestled with the very appearance of the appendages, for they were extremely bony and dangling things, and seemed impossibly long. Loose grey flesh, freckled with black spots and streaks of dark veins, hung from the arms and swayed as they lowered toward her. Those elongated hands with their black tipped fingers came to rest on either side of her chest. Jenna's emotions were turned upside down at the sight of the shadowy figure's arms. Terror hit her like a bullet in the chest, and any sense of eroticism slid away from her like the shed skin of a snake. She lay naked and vulnerable before the intruder. Jenna screamed as the figure thrust itself deep into her, though again she heard only a muffled screech. A pair of glowing eyes appeared above her, reflective and glossy like those of a cat, and were a sickly color of pale green. She thrashed about as the eyes fell toward her face. **** Jenna snapped awake in her bed, jerking as though she had been suddenly and forcefully struck. Her chest heaved up and down, though her breath came through her nose, as her mouth was still sealed. Her mind raced to process what was happening and where she was. The feeling in her chest was one of cold and swollen terror, like the feeling of losing one's balance on a cliff's edge. She sat up in the bed, her covers falling from her warm clammy skin. After taking a few moments to gain her bearings, Jenna glanced around her dark bedroom. The fuzzy memory of her dream was still fresh on her brain, and though she couldn't recall every feeling and detail, the overall emotion was still there. Her eyes searched the two windows in her bedroom frantically, but she saw no one outside of her house. Looking down, she felt her chest to find that she was still wearing her tanktop, and for further reassurance, she felt for the silky fabric of her boi shorts. Her breath quivered as she rubbed a hand on her sternum. Jenna felt as though she could still feel the hot sting of the strange hand on her skin. She shook her head in amazement at what an odd dream she had. To her, it made absolutely no sense. She remembered the complete wetness she had felt between her thighs, as well as the intense sensation of being penetrated and filled within. It had seemed so real and stimulating, though she found it ridiculous that she would be getting off while someone crawled through her window in the dream, let alone allow them to stick their dick inside of her. Jenna glanced over at her nightstand. The display on her digital clock shone dimly, and she groaned when she saw the time. She rose from her bed and headed toward her bathroom. It was almost time for another day at work. Shaking the remaining chills from her body, Jenna sighed and wondered what sort of day to expect. The Watcher Ch. 02 I missed our rendezvous last Friday Scott. Your wife was home and she almost always shuts the curtains. Although, on occasion she has left them open and I have seen the beautiful show you put on. The Friday before last John almost caught us. What would he do if he knew what I did on Friday nights? I am here, waiting for you for our routine. It is Friday night; I am sitting in the chair facing the bed, with my clothes off in anticipation of your arrival. I see you come and go from the bedroom, getting ready for your shower I assume. I know, it is the methodical steps of our appointment that keep me coming back. I see you emerge from the bathroom, towel wrapped around your waist, and that hard chiseled chest of your glistening with water. I can already make out the bulge in your towel. It is time for HBO, and I can feel the wetness creep into my pussy. "What?" I say out loud. Who is she Scott? A tall blonde vixen emerges from the hall doorway. She is beautiful Scott, but she is not your wife my friend. You are not alarmed, so I know you are acquainted. She walks right up to you and gives you a lustful kiss, and slowly runs her hand down your chest and your hard six pack abs. She steps back and says a few words; can not quite make out what she is saying, but you waste no time in dropping your towel. Your beautiful cock is already filling with blood, and slightly bobs with the release is has just experienced. She takes an other step backwards and just looks you over. She says a few more words and then reaches for the beautiful piece of cock. My pussy has never been as wet as it is right now. I watch as she slowly strokes your cock, massaging your head with each up stroke. She says a few more words, and then you look right at me. I almost get worried you can see me, but flood with sexual energy as you smile and then push your friend down to her knees. The blonde slowly strokes your cock at eye level. She picks up your cock pushing against your abdomen and then reaches down with her head and licks your heavy smooth balls. With this motion you look back at the window looking directly into my eyes and smile. You do know I am here! I thought you might, but now I knew it for sure. You have been putting these shows on for me, and knew I was watching you. Now I am jealous she is there, and I am not. My mouth goes drying thinking about trying to suck that big beautiful cock of yours. Why is she there? Why did you not ask me to service you? I would have you know. I think I may truly cheat on John if it is with you. I may even do it right in your window with the curtain open to give that risk feel that John might see us. I would love to take that cock into my mouth and see how much of it I could take down my throat. The blonde slowly pulls your cock down to her lips and opens her mouth. Her tongue darts out and licks the pre cum off of the tip. She holds the base of your cock with her right hand and slowly takes the head into her mouth. I can almost feel the weight of your cock as I slide my finger down to my anticipating clit. I have already left a small puddle on the chair from my leaking sex. The blonde begins to work now. She is taking about five inches of your huge cock into her mouth and stroking the remainder with her right hand. Her hand and mouth meet on each downward thrust. She is not working it fast; instead she is trying to go deeper and deeper. The saliva is building up on your rock hard cock and I can see the glistening evidence from here. Every now and then a strand of saliva runs over her hand and strings from your hairless balls before dropping to the ground. I am working my clit furiously now, as I watch her playfully suck your cock. You are obviously enjoying what you do to me, as you continue to glance my way every now and then. I have also noticed how you keep moving her hair out of the way each time it falls into my view. "OH FUCK!" You are so hot Scott. I am about to cum, I can feel your cock bouncing off of the back of my throat and I quietly close my eyes imagining what it tastes like. "GODDDD! CUMMING!!!" I cry out loud as I explode in orgasm thinking of your cock running back and forth over my tongue. The waves of sexual energy course through my body like they never have before. I imagine your cock in my mouth as tears run down my cheeks from the explosive orgasm I am having. My mind instantly flashes to how easily I can take John's whole cock into my mouth without it even touching the back of my throat. As I slowly open my eyes again, I instantly begin to course into another orgasm. You are lying flat on your back with your sexy little vixen on her knees between your legs, and she is taking your whole cock into her throat. I can tell by the expression on your face that it is almost that time. The blonde has both hands on your hips and is taking your whole cock down her throat with each downward thrust. She is fucking your cock with her throat and I can feel it. I quickly bury two fingers into my tight hole and watch as she methodically fucks you with her mouth. Saliva is now streaming down your length, and pooling where your cock meets your balls. I can almost feel you in my mouth as I watch her suck you down. My fingers are flying in and out of my pussy now, and the blonde slowly pulls her head off until just the peach size tip of your cock is in her mouth. She then wraps both hands around as much of your cock as she can, and begins to quickly stroke the length up to her lips containing your beautiful cock head. Her lips look magnificent wrapped around that hard cock. "OH GOD I'M CUMMING AGAIN, THAT'S IT CUM WITH ME SCOTT!!" I moan as my second orgasm reaches me. Just as I begin to soak my hand with my orgasmic juices the blonde pulls her mouth off of your cock and strokes long hard blasts of cum all over her pretty face. The shots coming from your glorious cock make me cum harder. I love watching you cum Scott, you should be saving that for me, and me only. I am so jealous watching her bathe her face in your cum. As you finish your orgasm the blonde stands up, says a few words, wipes her face off on your bath towel and leaves. I quickly jump up from my chair and watch your front door. She quickly emerges, looks up at my window, and heads out to her car parked ont eh street. Did you tell her I was watching? Did you put this show on for me only? Was she invited to give me something to watch? I know you will have an affair now Scott, is this your way of asking me over? "Honey, I'm home." John yells as he opens the front door. "SHIT!" I quickly run into the bathroom, and pretend to be using it. I quickly clean myself up and saunter out into the bedroom just as John emerges. I have an idea. This is for you Scott. I look towards your window smile and leave the bathroom door open with the light on. I know there is enough light in my room for you to see what I am about to do. I walk up to John, drop to my knees and slowly unzip his fly. "Whoa! IS somebody excited to see me?" He asks as I pull his hardening cock through the fly of his slacks. "MMMMM!" Is all I can say as I pull my hair out of your view and suck his whole cock into my mouth easily. I close my eyes and imagine I have five inches of your cock in my mouth instead. Two can play this game. The Watcher Ch. 02 The Watcher has successfully blackmailed Walter and Joan into performing a sexual act for his enjoyment. Now he's about to take the couple even further in depravity. ________________________________________ At 35, Joan was probably in the best condition she had been in since her early twenties. A punishing regime of exercise and dieting following the birth of her children had seen her figure gradually return to what it had been in her late twenties. But the lack of attention from her husband in recent months had caused her to lose a good deal of her self-confidence. All of which had led her to responding to Walter's flirtations. Some of the above I surmised. The remainder I'd learned from listening to the couple's conversations when they met in Walter's jaguar and from their night together in the motel. Among other things they had discussed various sexual positions, among them sixty-nine and anal. Joan had agreed to try the number inasmuch as she liked playing with Walter's cock. As for anal, she'd never tried it, but was willing to give it a test unless it hurt too much. Walt willingly agreed to end any such experiment if she felt it was too painful or degrading. With this information in hand, I inquired in as innocent a voice as possible. "Ever take it anally, Joan?" "You've got to be kidding!" she exclaimed, her fear evident on her face. "I ... I've never...." "There's always a first time," I told her coldly. I glanced at Walter and saw that my words had gotten him somewhat aroused. "Walt seems to like the idea, Joan. Have a look at him." Despite herself, she did look and saw him trying to hide his newly rising cock. "No ... Walt ... No!" Reaching into my briefcase, I took out a tube of Astroglide lubricant. "Catch, Walt," I said and tossed it to him. He caught it one-handed and looked at it as if he'd never seen such a thing before. "No ... Walt, you can't!" Joan pleaded. "It's what I want, Joan. End of story. I were you, I'd be figuring out what to tell Donald when I got home walking funny." "You fucking bastard!" she spat out. But she was literally shitting in her pants. "Joan..." Walt started to say, but I cut him off. "Nobody asked you if you wanted to do it Joan. I'm telling you I want to watch the two of you do it. You are free to decline, but then I think you know what I'll do should you refuse me." "I..." Joan stammered. "Oh, God, what have I got myself into?" "Lay down on the bed, Joan. Walter has to lube you up." She lay face down on the bed without protest until Walt approached her and laid his left hand on her ass preparing to apply the Astroglide ointment. "What the hell are you doing? I said no, I don't want it, leave me alone!" She cried mournfully. "Continue Walter," I said, moving closer to watch as he applied the lubricant to her asshole. Joan was now moaning; a kind of low rumbling sound into the mattress of the bed. "Use your finger, Walter. She'll need the lubricant in there." He nodded and pressed a greased finger into her anus. "NO!" There was a moment of resistance before the finger slid into her. Joan moaned loudly into the pillow I'd placed under her face. "Keep the finger moving, Walter. It will help Joan get used to having a strange object inside her." He did, adding lubricant every fifth or sixth insertion. Joan began to pant. Walter was moving his finger in and out of her with apparent ease by this point and Joan was moving far enough to meet him as he jammed it into her. "Add another finger, Walter," I said tonelessly. He did. Joan grunted, but still leaned back into his fingers as they plunged into her. "Lube your dick, Walter." He did and it was the last bit of instruction required of me. Walt climbed onto the bed, worked his way between her legs and placed the head of his erection against her anus. A low moan came from Joan as the head entered. Walter hesitated until I slapped his shoulder. I picked up my camera and framed my shot of Walt reaming her ass with his fingers. The flash lit up the room. I took two more before Joan yelled, "Hey!" protesting what I was doing. "Shut the fuck up!" I snarled. This is for me and whatever I want to do with. I want to put them on the internet there's not a damn thing you can do about it." "Keep your fingers in her ass and turn her over on her back," I commanded. Walt did so without comment. Joan began to sob. I brought the camera over to her, held it out so she could see the picture on the camera's LED screen. I had to smile as I watched her expression change as she took in her glistening ass with Walter's fingers jammed into it. "Wait until you see how it looks with his cock in there," I whispered. "You bastard!" she sobbed, "you worthless son-of-a-bitch!" "I'd like you to ass fuck her now, Walter," I said and moved away to a better vantage point. Walter pressed the bulbous head of his cock against her asshole. Joan made a funny choking sound on feeling him there. "A moment, Walt," I said, and helped him pull Joan up onto all fours. Walt looked to me for permission to penetrate Joan. I shook my head affirmatively. Walter's first thrust slipped away from her asshole. "God damn it!" he swore, nervously repositioning the head of his slick penis back against her spidery pucker. "Cocksuckers!" Joan whined, but maintained her position as he tried again. A long moment passed, and then the head of his cock popped abruptly inside. She groaned, long and deep, "Ughhhh! Sons of Bitches!" she swore at us, but kept staring at the ceiling above her. I picked up the camera and took several more shots for my collection. Unbeknownst to either of them I also had a video camera going; and had from moments after entering the room. "CHRIST THAT HURTS," she bawled, and tears rolled down her cheeks. Walter kept at her, working his prick deeper with each thrust. Suddenly, Joan threw her head back. "AHHHHHH, CHRIST! OH-OH-OH THAT FUCKIN' HURTS!" Checking Walter's progress I saw that his loins were flat against her rounded ass; his prick completely hidden in her ass. "TAKE IT OUT! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!" They stayed like that for a minute, locked together, barely able to move, and then I reached down and touched her for the very first time and felt her relax. Joan was panting as her eyes met mine. They were full of defiance, but there was more... she had a wanton glint in them as well. "Fuck her, Walter," I said softly and Joan blinked her eyes repeatedly. He withdrew until halfway out, then pushed back in again. She braced herself. I could see the tight ring of her anal opening sliding up his glistening shaft, the inner walls of her anus parting reluctantly to allow his swollen glans to pass. When he was completely inside her again, Walt rocked slightly from side to side and she gasped. "NO, DON'T," she whispered breathlessly. "TOO MUCH... IT'S TOO MUCH!" Walter paused then pulled out of her. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, Walt?" I said brusquely. "You heard her," he said defiantly. "I'm hurting her!" "It's supposed to hurt, fuckhead!" But Walter grabbed the Astroglide and squeezed a large glop of it on his dick and then reentered Joan's gaping hole. Suddenly his prick was gliding easily back and forth. Joan's whining and curses were a thing of the past. I had to still a sudden laugh when Walter pulled out too far and the pressure of her anal muscles popped his cock out. For whether consciously or unconsciously, Joan braced herself for his next thrust, and then groaned with satisfaction as his oily shaft slammed back inside her. She was into the ass fuck now, and seemingly enjoying each and every stroke that Walter laid into her. I took several photos to memorialize the event, moving to within inches of them to do it. Joan's gasps turned to moans, interspersed with occasional muttered encouragement. "Yes! Yes!" Followed quickly by repeated grunts sounding like: HUH, HUH, HUH! UGH! OH WALT... PLEASE... DON'T STOP! PLEASE DON'T STOP!" Then signaling that her orgasm was upon her, Joan dropped her head and shoulders flat on the bed and reached one hand underneath her and frantically rubbed her pussy. Both Walter and Joan came. I don't know or care who was first, or if they made it together. What I did know was that I needed to fuck her and that Joan wasn't finished fucking and wanted more. You might ask how I knew this. Was it intuition? No, it was the look on her face as Walter pulled his wilted dick out of her ass. She uttered not a word, but her eyes were pleading with me to take her anally. To continue the pleasures that her lover had brought her but was momentarily unable to continue. I removed my slacks and shorts and held my prick out for her perusal. She did two things simultaneously. A grimace of disgust crossed her face. But she licked her lips as if wanting to taste my cock as I shook it in her face. Walter wasn't looking at us; his head was down, trying to recapture his breath. I gave Joan a questioning look, not wanting to be accused of raping her at a later time. Her head shook. It was the slightest of movements, but it was all I needed permission-wise, and I caressed her ass with one hand while positioning my cock at her gaping anal opening. Joan raised her ass accordingly, and I slipped right into the heat of her anal channel. Not to brag, but I can usually fuck for quite a while before cumming. But I had been aroused for quite some time without release and the sight of my glistening dick sliding between Joan's sweet ass cheeks and the tight grip of her ass on my cock soon had me speeding my strokes, approaching climax. My hips began a quick "slap ... slap ... slap" against her ass, accompanied by her rising moans as she urgently rubbed her clitoris. I felt my balls tighten and lost control, thrusting without coordination and groaning as cum spewed from my prick in one hot jet after another, filling her asshole. Joan was cumming too, her cries muffled against the sheet. Her ass was thrusting wildly back and forth and side to side, milking cum from my dick. She came and came, giving one deep, hoarse moan after another, and they were answered by my own moans and gasps of passion. Finally, my strength gone, legs rubbery, I fell slowly forward, flattening Joan beneath me until my face rested in her sweet-smelling hair. Her ass held my dick like a vise, squeezing occasionally. Both of us were slick with sweat and panting like marathoners at the end of a race. I felt movement underneath. She was still slowly rubbing her pussy. I glanced at Walter. He was weeping unashamedly, stroking his cock trying to get it up again, but for the moment it would not respond. A few minutes later, my prick shrank enough to pop out of Joan's ass and I levered myself with difficulty to a kneeling position. She looked wonderfully desirable, lying motionless on her front, face turned to one side, one arm still below her. I slid behind and wrapped myself around her, spooning, and pulled up the covers. We lay like that for roughly ten minutes, her breathing deep and even. I thought she had fallen asleep, so I was surprised when she spoke. "I could never have imagined how that would feel," Joan said quietly. I made no reply. "I mean, it DID hurt ... at first," she mused, as if talking to herself. "But it didn't hurt the way I thought it would." She paused again. "But it was painful while the muscles stretched." She was quiet again for awhile, then she turned around in my arms, looking in my face. "But after awhile, it didn't hurt anymore. It started to feel good. Not the way it feels in my pussy. Different." She was silent again for a long time, her eyes drifted closed, face relaxed. "And when you took me there, I ... I had mixed emotions. I hate you for making us do the things you compelled us to do. But on another level...I enjoyed doing them. And when... and when you entered me...I welcomed it. I don't know... like I said, there are different levels of emotion running rampant in me. I feel like I'm confessing to a priest." Joan laughed, "Will you be granting me absolution afterward?" "No, Joan, I won't. You have to figure out any absolution for yourselves." Joan nodded. Walter's weeping stopped after a sniffle or two. He was hanging on her every word. "I had never... done anal before. Never. Walter felt like a baseball bat. Yet by the time you entered me, I felt like I could accommodate something almost as big as a bat. Isn't that weird?" She paused, "There was such an incredible sensation of being stuffed full. My whole body felt it. That's when I really started to get turned on. I had to cum. I came with Walt and wanted... no I ached for more. And when I saw that you wanted to put yours in me I... I couldn't say the words, but you knew, somehow you knew what I wanted." "Your eyes told me what you wanted me to do, Joan. So in a way, you did tell me. But I appreciate the fact that you're telling me you wanted me in you now. Just so there are no recriminations later." She seemed to remember Walter then, saying, "Oh, Walt... please forgive me! You were so good in the way you took me back there. It ended up being soooo fucking good that I had to have more. You... you were...." She was unable to complete the sentence and probably figured she'd hurt him with what she'd said. No one said anything and her words hung in the air like cigarette smoke in a closed room. Finally, Joan whispered, "I had such good cums... my ass will be sore for a week. I... I don't know if I can walk. Really, I don't.," and she laughed weakly at her words. Walter's words caught Joan and me off guard. "Look at my cock, Joan." We both looked and saw that Walt was erect again. Joan glanced at my crotch. Oh, I was hard too. She licked her lips. It was an action I had come to understand as her tell. Normally one refers to a tell when playing poker. But we all have tells for other things as well, sex being foremost among them. Joan moaned and leaned forward to take Walter in her mouth. As the first slurp of her sucking reached my ears, Joan's hand blindly reached out for me. I placed my prick in her hand and she quickly brought it to her mouth and after removing Walter's appendage, placed mine in and sucked me several times before switching off with Walt again. It took me a moment for her technique to register on me. Joan had run her tongue around the rim of my swollen crown, setting off a chain reaction within the sensual nerves in the head of my prick. She released me to take Walter back and almost immediately deep-throated him. Walt's sudden intake of breath told me more than I needed to know about her impact on him, and I hoped she would try the same method on me when my turn came. But Joan treated me differently, stroking me with short but quick jerks of her left wrist, she let my prick loll freely on her tongue, not really sucking at all, while taking my balls in her right hand and caressing them with her fingers. Unable to stop myself I found myself holding the back of her head with both hands, and began fucking her mouth. She coughed several time in succession, released my testicles and grabbed Walter's cock and brought it to her mouth. This gesture on her part left me no choice but to spit her out and let her suck him. I was, after all, trying to act like a gentleman on this level. My turn came quickly enough and she brought me to the edge of cumming and stopped to take Walter back, doing the same to him, before letting him fall from between her saliva covered lips. Then holding both our pricks in her fists, Joan's eyes turned to mine, beseeching me to do something to degrade her, something obscene. "Try getting them both in your mouth at the same time," I whispered. She nodded, and with a wantonly lewd smile, urged use closer to her, widened her mouth into a huge O and took me in first and after shoving my member over to one side of her mouth -- I glanced down and saw my cock forcing her cheek out -- she worked Walter's dick in too. It was a tight fit but she managed it. I can only relate that I prefer having a woman concentrating on my cock and not someone else's at the same time. Joan would tell us we provided her with some amazing sensations; that she grew elated to the point where she climaxed knowing that only a very few women had ever managed to perform this feat. Eventually she let Walter's cock pop free then sucked me deep, using her throat muscles to work my cockhead as I moved deeper still. When I began to groan signaling my impending ejaculation, she spit me out and took Walter back, sucking vigorously on his cock as he pumped in and out of her mouth. When she realized he was about to erupt, she pulled him out and addressed the two of us. "I want ... I want both of you in me," she panted. I reached out to caress her right breast and its stiffened nipple. "Can you do it?" she asked, breathing heavily. "We ... we just did," Walter huffed, not understanding where Joan was going. "Yes," I said, "we can." "How?" Joan gasped. "Watch me," I said, "follow my lead. I lay down on my back and had Joan straddle my waist. She understood where I was leading her and taking me in hand, guided my prick to her asshole. I entered her with an ease that amazed me as her sphincter muscle never tensed up. Walter watched as he waited, and then lowered himself between my legs and entered Joan's sodden cunt without any trouble; her female juices glistening as his rigid manhood disappeared into her pussy. "Go slow, Walt," I said as I held my position deep within her ass. He did, and we began to establish a slow rhythm, his in to my out, causing Joan to moan in approval. "I... I... you guys are filling me! It's fantastic!" We worked as a team, gradually increasing speed, until I flopped out only to be quickly reinserted by Joan's slippery fingers. We tried a different approach of Walt's devising: Five quick thrusts on his part while I remained motionless; and then five by me while he remained in place. Joan loved it and told us so. It wasn't long before Walter roared that he was cumming. I held myself in check while he pumped furiously until contorting and lost control, spewing his load into Joan's throbbing pussy. Joan came moments later, sobbing Walter's name. I counted to five and then began hammering away at her ass. Walter fell away, allowing me enough room to do whatever I wanted. Soon enough I felt my balls slapping against her pussy lips. Joan came again, writhing about above me, her face a rictus of what I took to be pained pleasure. I grabbed a breast and squeezed. "YES!" she croaked as the slick wet sounds of our fucking filled the room. "CUM FOR ME!" I yelled in response, knowing I wouldn't last much longer "You're going to make me cum!" she gasped. "Ohhhh, I'm going to cum!" I'm sure she didn't know who she was talking to at the time. I took hold of her wrists and drove my cock even deeper into her ass, causing Joan to scream with pleasure. "Oh, God..." she gasped, "I can't hold it back... Ohhh fuck, I'm gonna come... don't stop... Ohhh FUCK don't stop...." Knowing that Walter was watching me plunder his woman's anus; knowing he saw her fully aroused and bleating for my cock to all but destroy her ass; knowing he could see how her hands were pulling my buttocks tighter and tighter, wanting to be ravished by me; and knowing I was mere seconds away from owning her from the tumultuous cum those wet, smacking sounds signaled were moments away, I leaned close and bit her on the neck, leaving a tell-tale mark, and then released an intense moan erupt from my lungs as I jackhammered into her shitter. The Watcher Ch. 02 Joan's pelvis arched up at me and crashed back into the mattress repeatedly as we spilled over the edge into mutual ecstatic delight. She screamed out her pleasure, and not knowing my name, called me Watcher. "Give it to me Watcher!" she screamed. "Make me cum! Make me cum! Oh God... make me cum again!" ________________________________________ To my knowledge Joan never saw Walter again. I see her every other Wednesday. Her husband, Donald doesn't mind. I caught him embezzling money from his firm and backed him up against the wall it. He repaid the firm, of course, that allowed me to hold certain documents over his head. I became part of the family circle as it were, telling Joan that she should pretend to be attracted to me so that I could seduce her with his permission. Joan was delighted to go along with it and keep her marriage intact. Her husband had little choice in the matter. And so Joan was penciled in along with Millie, Wanda, Sue, Pat, Ava, Allie, Kristy, and all the others yet to come to my attention. I let them go when I tire of them, for there are thousands like them out there waiting to be caught... by the Watcher. The Watcher Ch. 02 "I'd invite him over." Jenna rolled her eyes. She finished chewing the last bit of salad in her mouth and reached for her drink. "Of course you would," she said. "Because it makes sense to jump someone's bones after they could have been spying on you through your window." Kelly chuckled. "I'm not saying you should screw the guy. Just, you know, invite him over for a little talk. Get to know him. See if he really was spying on you." Jenna shook her head. She glanced around the small restaurant, searching for a clock, but she couldn't see one. Grabbing her purse, she dug around for her cell phone. She didn't want to be late coming back from lunch again. "Look, all I'm saying is that you have this kind of... repellent on you or something that drives people away," Kelly said. "Especially guys. You have to get back out there, Jen. You're a single girl again." Jenna smiled. "And inviting a stalker to my house is the best way to do that?" Kelly shrugged. "Do you think it was really him?" "I don't know. I couldn't tell who it was. He has two brothers, and it just seems odd that it would happen the day they move in next door." "What do they look like?" Kelly prodded. "The brothers?" Jenna blinked and leaned back in her chair grinning. "Wow. You are just impossible." "I'm just kidding," Kelly smiled. "But seriously, you should talk to that guy, Blaine." "Blake," Jenna corrected. "Yeah, whatever," Kelly said. "It won't hurt to just ask him. And who knows, maybe you might like him." "I'm not that into him," Jenna persisted. "I'm telling you, it was just an imaginary... fling, or whatever." "Jenna, you said you almost rubbed one out thinking about the guy." Jenna glanced around nervously. "Could you not broadcast things like that?" "Why? It's nothing to be ashamed of," Kelly said. "Okay fine, don't talk to him, but you probably won't find out who your Peeping Tom is." Jenna adjusted her glasses and sighed. She contemplated the situation for a moment. She glanced over to see a couple sitting at the table beside them. The two were laughing about something the man had said, apparently enjoying their lunch together. Biting her lip, Jenna looked away. "What if the spying doesn't stop?" She asked. "I mean, should I call the cops or something?" Kelly shrugged and took a long sip of her water. "I guess so, if it gets creepy. If it's just one of those guys trying to get a peek, I say give 'em a show." "What? Are you crazy?" Jenna asked. Kelly sighed with a smile. "Look, you're probably right about it being one of the new neighbors. Hell, it's probably the guy you talked to. So have a little fun with him. Give him a show." Jenna did her best to hide her grin of embarrassment. "I don't think I have that kind of confidence." Kelly nodded. "I think that's your problem. You need a dirty little fling like this. Let yourself go a little. Flash the cute neighbors, Jenna." Jenna couldn't contain her laughter. She shook her head at Kelly. "Wow, who are you? Where did I meet you?" "On planet awesome." Jenna took another look at her phone. "I gotta get back. I'll call you tomorrow." **** Jenna climbed out of her car and shut the door, her eyes fixed on the neighbors' house. Nervousness gripped her like a vice, but she had already made up her mind. She adjusted her shirt and headed across the yard to the neighbors' front porch. Climbing the steps, she could see that the blinds were shut inside the large front window. She turned to see that there was a large work van sitting in the driveway, and she could only assume that it belonged to Blake and his brothers. As Jenna rang the doorbell, she could hear its chimes from within the house. She waited for only a few seconds before the door slowly opened. Standing in the doorway was not Blake, but one of his two brothers. Judging by his height and the scowling expression on his face, she knew that he must be Matt. He looked almost just like Blake, though taller and a bit thicker in the chest. His eyes were the same misty bluish green color, but were a great deal larger. To Jenna, there was something unsettling about those eyes. Matt said nothing, but gave her a scrutinizing look up and down. "Um, hi," Jenna said. "Is... is Blake here?" Matt's only response was a nod of his head before he turned away from the open door and retreated into the house. Jenna, unsure of what to do, remained on the front porch and waited patiently. From where she stood, she could see into the scarcely furnished living room. Moments later, a familiar face greeted her at the door. "Hey, neighbor!" Blake said as he appeared in the doorway. "Hi, Blake," she said. He, too, gave her a brief once over. Jenna shifted uncomfortably and licked her dry lips. "So what's up?" Blake said. "You here to tell us to keep it down over here?" She managed a weak smile. "Uh, no, I just had a question to ask you." Blake nodded. "Yes. I will have a drink with you." The quip caught Jenna by surprise. She laughed bashfully, unsure of how to react. "Only one though," Blake said sternly. "I don't have the kind of tolerance you do. Not everyone can party every night." She gave him a polite smile. "That's not why I'm here, sorry." "You sure?" Blake grinned. "I'm harmless, I swear." Jenna brushed her black hair over her ear. She was truly uncertain if Blake was simply joking with her, or if he was actually asking her out for a drink. "Maybe another time?" She said. "I'll hold you to it." He smiled brightly. "What was it you were going to ask?" "Yeah, um... were you or one of your brothers... in my back yard last night?" His brow furrowed. "I mean, I won't be mad or anything," Jenna said. "I just... thought I saw someone outside last night." "In your yard?" "Yeah." Blake studied her for a second. Jenna felt strange under his gaze. Something made her feel insecure, as though he would find something he didn't like about her. She crossed her arms. "Why, you think someone's peeping in on you?" Blake asked. Jenna's heart skipped a beat. "Oh, n-no, I just... I was just wondering. I thought I saw someone and it kinda spooked me a little." Blake shrugged. "It wasn't any of us. We were out late last night." Jenna sighed. "I'm sorry, I might have been seeing things. I didn't mean to accuse anyone-" "No, no, that's cool," Blake said. "Sounds like you might have a secret admirer." Jenna tossed her hands up and smiled. "I guess so." Blake smirked back at her. "I guess that brings your total to two then, huh?" It took her only a second to understand what he was saying before she glanced away and put her tongue in her cheek. "It seems that way," she grinned. "If you want, I could come peek at you tonight," Blake offered playfully. "You know, give the other guy a competitor." "That won't be necessary," she said with a tight lipped smile. "Thanks anyway though." Jenna turned and headed down the steps, and she could almost feel Blake's eyes on her as she descended. "Don't be a stranger, Jenna," he called to her. She simply waved and made her way back to her house. She wasn't sure why, but she felt warm and something in her chest fluttered. For the life of her, she couldn't stop grinning. On a certain level, it made her feel sick. Had Blake's flirty "nice guy" charms really gotten to her? It was enough to make Jenna want to smack herself. On the other hand, it wasn't so bad to know that someone was interested in her, even if she had just met him. She wondered if she should just let her guard down and give it a chance. Just before she went inside, Jenna turned to look at the house next door again. Blake was not on the porch anymore, though something caught her eye at the side of the house. She saw a curtain pulled to the side in one of the windows. Peering around the corner of her house, she saw a face peeking out at her from behind the glass. Big greenish blue eyes stared back at her from the pale round face. Just as she spotted him though, the curtain fell back into place and the face was gone. Jenna knew it must be Blake's other brother Danny. Shaking her head and allowing herself a little smile, Jenna headed inside. **** Jenna put the glass to her lips again, but as she turned it up, her eyes still glued to the television, she realized that she had finished the last drop. She held the glass up in the dark, peering through it with the aid of the glaring light from her television. Jenna rose from her sofa and headed into the kitchen. She set the empty wine glass on the counter beside the sink and turned away. Before she took three steps, she stopped and bit her lip thoughtfully. Her eyes drifted back to the empty glass on the counter. Ghastly white light from the florescent bulb above the sink reflected off the surface of the glass, drawing her gaze like a beacon in the dim room. Though her every sensible thought advised her otherwise, Jenna scooped up the glass again and crossed the kitchen to the bottle of red wine beside her stove. She poured herself one more glass, a meager amount, and carried it with her as she made her way back to the living room. She found the remote and turned off her television. Darkness enveloped the room at once, and she walked carefully to her bedroom, finding her way from memory. Jenna had already bathed and changed, and though she still felt guilty for having as many glasses of wine as she did, it felt rather good to relax after a day of running errands. Aside from working, she had found time to pay a few bills, visit her mother, and make a trip to the grocery store to restock her pantry and refrigerator. She thought about how cheap the groceries had been, which she knew was probably because she was only buying for herself and not for.... Jenna tried not to think of him again. She turned on the lamp on her end table before taking a sip of the wine. Setting the glass on the table, she turned down her sheets and fluffed her pillow. Her head was starting to feel light and dizzy, and she knew the wine had started to take a hold of her senses. Just as she was about to enter her bathroom, a sudden thought made her turn toward her two windows. The blinds hanging from both windows were open, as they usually were. Jenna crossed the room and started to close the blinds of the window facing her neighbors' house. She stopped when she spotted a faint glimmer of light. Peering into the darkness outside, she tried to make out the shapes of the neighboring house and its enclosed rear deck. At first, she saw nothing unusual. She could see onto the porch, where a round plastic table and four chairs were sitting. Then, there was a small orange light, shining like a fading star. The light glowed brighter as she watched, and she realized the light she saw was the burning ember of a cigarette. Jenna withdrew from the window quickly. She felt her pulse elevate slightly as she hid from sight. Memories from the previous night came flooding back into her mind. Her breath became shallow and cool in her chest. She wondered which of the brothers next door were outside on the deck. Thinking of her two encounters with them, she could not recall seeing any of them smoking at any time, but she had only seen them for the briefest of moments. Curiosity began to overtake her then, and she peeked around the wall and through the glass. She immediately spotted the glowing ember of the cigarette, and the person that held it. He was sitting in one of the chairs facing her house, whoever he was. Jenna watched closely as the cigarette and its dim orange tip was lifted to the person's mouth. As he took a deep drag, the cigarette glowed brighter, casting an eerie orange light on the man's face. She could make out the short blond hair on his head, and the small misty blue eyes set deep under his brow. Right away, Jenna assumed that it was Blake sitting calmly in the darkness of his porch, though she couldn't be absolutely certain. After all, he looked so much like his brother, Matt. She considered what she had said to Blake earlier that afternoon. Was he deliberately trying to catch a glimpse of her? Perhaps the person at her window the night before had been one of his brothers, and she had tipped him off to their little game. Did he want a look for himself, or was he merely trying to catch the peeper in the act? Jenna had no way of knowing for sure, but she could not help feeling flattered. Either Blake wanted to help keep an eye on her, or he just wanted his eyes on her as much as possible. She had a nagging thought that perhaps he was there for neither of those reasons. It was perfectly plausible that he was simply out for a smoke. Jenna found herself wondering whether or not she wanted to close the blinds. Part of her certainly did, but standing there at the window with a possible spectator staring her way, she felt something she had not felt in a very long time. Jenna felt wanted, and it almost made her tremble with excitement. She took a closer look out her blinds. Using her peripheral vision, she spotted movement at the table on the deck next door. Blake, if it was indeed him, appeared to be drinking a beer. She saw a tiny flame flare up between his cupped hands a second later, and she watched as he lit another cigarette. It seemed clear to her then. He was there to stay. The knowledge was both exciting and unsettling to her. Her very first instinct was to shut the blinds and turn off the lights. Perhaps it was the wine that convinced her to do otherwise. She felt suddenly powerful, as though she were on a grand stage commanding the attention of a faceless audience, there to see only her and begging for her to entertain. Jenna stepped away from the window, leaving the blinds open. She felt a sudden exposure as she stood in plain sight before the window. Acting as casually as she could, she walked around the bed, making sure that she was still in her spectator's view. Though she had already done so, she grabbed her pillow and fluffed it, giving the illusion that she was preparing for bed. Her lip quivered when she took hold of the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head. Tossing the shirt aside, Jenna exhaled slowly, basking in the exposure that warmed her very skin. She did not look in the direction of the window. Glancing over at her nightstand, Jenna spotted the glass of wine, as well as a bottle of lotion that she often used before going to bed. She picked up the glass and took a long swallow of the dark musky wine, feeling its smooth warmth radiate within her entire body as she set the glass down. Jenna thought she could feel the burn of eyes on her skin. She reached for the lotion and flipped open the lid. She squeezed a fairly substantial amount into her palm and began to rub the lotion between her hands. As it grew warm, she could practically taste the sweet and tangy cucumber fragrance of the lotion. Jenna rubbed her shoulders first, working slowly, then spread the silky lotion down across her chest. A nervous tremor resonated within her, but she ignored the feeling and turned slightly to face the side window. Her lubricated hands explored her breasts, massaging them gently. The soft flesh molded and filled her palms. She squeezed gently and felt her breasts slip away from her grasp. She rubbed her smooth stomach firmly, her hands gliding down to tease at the waistband of her black panties. As Jenna explored her body, spreading the pleasant smelling lotion and rubbing it into her skin, she allowed herself to close her eyes and lose control. Her hips swayed and twisted from pure reflex, as if they had a mind of their own, or some hidden instinct to search for a mate with which to dance. She took each of her breasts in her hands one at a time, careful to rub the thinning lotion into her soft flesh until it became nearly dry, but as smooth as silk. She pinched her nipple ever so slightly between her fingers, and the minute twinge of pain she felt made her yearn for more. Moving to the corner of the bed, Jenna's eyes glanced across the window, where she just barely caught a glimpse of the dark silhouette on the porch next door. It was easy to spot him, for he had moved to lean over the wooden rail of the deck, facing the direction of her bedroom. Clearly, he had moved closer for a better view. Jenna's heart fluttered in her chest as she took a seat on the corner of her bed. She was certain then that she had her spectator's full attention. It was very thrilling to Jenna, and the feeling was addictive. She wanted more. Her reservations were still in place, but they felt somehow weakened. She felt like a goddess under the gaze of her hidden peeper. With each erratic beat of her heart, waves of sexual energy coursed throughout her body, breathing life into her every movement. Scooting to sit at the very edge of the bed, she extended her leg out straight and locked her knee. She reached over, fetched the bottle of lotion, and squirted her palm full of the pale green substance. Tossing the bottle aside and rubbing her hands together, Jenna bent and slid them down the length of her right thigh. She kept her eyes on her soft flesh, acting oblivious to the shadowy figure next door. She developed a swirling and dancing rhythm around her thick thigh, groping and sliding as the lotion thinned away. Habitually, she bit her lip when she felt something between her legs stir. Bending her leg and drawing her thigh close, she massaged her calf gently. Glancing down, she realized that her position would probably afford prying eyes a view of her moistened panties between her legs. The realization was enough to steal her breath for a few seconds, but she felt absolutely ecstatic. A naughty thought crossed her mind. Her eyes flitted across the window as she considered what she was about to do. Gathering her resolve, Jenna stood and walked to the nightstand, snatching up the glass of wine in her trembling hand. She gulped down the remaining alcohol in the glass and set it back down. Her stomach twisted and her head seemed to float above her shoulders. With her back to the window, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. The corner of her mouth turned upward in a sheepish grin as she slid the black undergarment to the floor. Never had she felt more exposed nor vulnerable in her own house. She slid a hand around her waist to her nude ass cheek and caressed it gently. Jenna stole a peek at the window from over her shoulder. It almost startled her to see the silhouette of a person right oustide the glass. She looked away quickly, her heart thundering beneath her breast. Jenna had not expected such a bold advance from her hidden spectator, though it hardly surprised her seeing as how he had done so the previous night. The feeling of being watched intensified tenfold as she stood naked in her bedroom. Adjusting her glasses on her nose, Jenna turned to meet the gaze of the figure at her window. She brazenly approached the corner of her bed again and grabbed the bottle of lotion. Her eyes were on the window, letting the veil of her facade fall away. Her naked flesh tingled under the hidden eyes of the watcher. Licking her lips nervously, she lifted her left leg and placed her foot on the bed. Jenna was in disbelief of her own lewd actions. Her budding pussy was on display for the peeper at the window, and though it chilled her in her very bones to expose herself this way to a stranger, the thrill was overwhelming. As calmly as she could, Jenna primed her hands with lotion once more and went to work on her left leg. She peered through the black curtain of her hair at the window as she slid her hands deftly around her thigh. He was still watching from his place in the shadows, his distinguishing features shrouded in the dark. The Watcher Ch. 02 Something was taking over Jenna. Her senses were foggy and dulled by the power of her own seductive will. She wanted more. Before she even realized what she was doing, her hand was sliding up her thigh and through the swollen lips of her sex. Her eyelashes batted reflexively and her eyes rolled upward at the orgasmic touch of her slick fingers. Her remaining hand traveled along her curvy hip to find her tender breast. She squeezed at the warm flesh between her thighs, and groped her small breast in her smooth palm. Jenna glared seductively down toward the window as she touched herself. Then she heard the tapping. Her eye caught a glimpse of the finger as it pecked at the glass and disappeared just as quickly. She bit her bottom lip and smiled weakly. With her elevated leg, she stepped over the corner of the bed and sat down, with her thighs spread apart, her hips forward, and one hand planted firmly behind her. Jenna was lost in her own show. The fingers of her free hand slid down across her thin patch of black hair to split her pussy lips, and she began a tantalizing message for her viewer. Lust seemed to invade her body, pumping like an intoxicating venom in her veins. Her hips thrust against her hand as she felt the kindling within her catch fire. The metamorphosis escalated with every passing second as the shy soft spoken girl quickly became the sex drunken vixen gyrating on the bed. Her silky black hair hung down before her thinly rimmed glasses. She peered through it toward the window, where her audience looked on from the dark. Jenna plunged her fingers further down and felt them penetrate her pussy. She tossed her head back and gasped. She stroked her slender fingers in and out of herself slowly at first, building to a firm and steady rhythm. Her arm trembled behind her. Her calves curled beneath her and hugged the sides of the bed. She imagined that she felt the peeper's eyes slither up and down her soft naked flesh. She looked again to the window to find that the figure still watched her, and as she shoved her fingers deeper, she wished that she had something more substantial to fill her wet pussy. She longed for the watcher to be in her room. She wanted Blake to be standing before her, with his cock hard and ready. Yet another dirty idea crept into her mind. Jenna withdrew her hand and swung her leg around the corner of the bed. She squatted down, flashing a lust drunken grin toward the window. She felt around under the bed until she found what she was looking for. Jenna pulled the small shoe box out and removed the lid. She could not remember the last time she had opened the box, or perhaps she preferred not to. Jenna held up the large vibrating dildo. She slid her hand up the rippled purple shaft. A familiar face flashed in her mind. Her fingers felt for the soft button on the bottom of the vibrator. As she pressed the button, she smiled when the sex toy vibrated with a pleasant hum in her hands. No longer would she use this in his absence. He was absent indefinitely. She shot a glance at the window. There came another tapping at the window. Jenna had no way to interpret the meaning of the pecking at the window, but she decided for herself that it meant that he wanted to see more. To her, he was letting her know that he was still there, and still watching, though she could visibly make out his dark profile beyond the glass. She flashed him a naughty grin, rose to her feet with her toy in hand, and took her position on the bed. Again Jenna swung her leg around the corner of the bed and sat with her thighs spread apart, leaning back on one arm. Her entire lower body ached with anticipation of what was to come. Holding the purple vibrator at its base, she guided its latex shaft and bulbous tip across her chest. She teased her breasts with her toy, shuddering at the tickling sensation she felt in her nipples when she passed across them. Jenna stared down toward her peeper. Keeping her sex glazed eyes glued on the window, she guided the purple cock down the gentle slope of her smooth stomach to her waist. She licked her lips when the vibrating shaft slipped between her right thigh and her budding mound. Jenna adjusted her ass, feeling the need to trap the pleasantly intruding device between her legs and draw it in. She lost the slow rhythm of her breathing in her excitement. The tremors that the vibrator sent buzzing through the soft flesh of her pussy were too lovely to resist. Her purple toy was suddenly sliding between her swollen lips. Jenna found herself torn between two equally enticing reactions. She considered spreading herself wide and accepting the orgasmic message, but she also felt a visceral need to clamp her thighs around the vibrator like a vice and writhe in ecstasy. With her every gentle stroke, her pussy became increasingly moist. Already, Jenna could see the soft purple flesh of her toy glistening with her juice. She heard four loud and rapid taps at her window. Jenna flashed a sexy grin at her peeper as she continued to pleasure herself. "You want to see more?" She teased. A hidden finger tapped four more times. Smiling, Jenna slid the tip of her toy downward through her slick lips until it prodded at her wet hole. With her eyes on the window, she turned the base of the humming cock outward so that it was prepared to be pushed inside of her. As the vibrations resonated throughout her soft flesh, she pressed the dildo into her, feeling her pussy spread to accommodate its girth. Jenna worked the vibrator in and out of her pussy greedily. She felt herself squeeze around its shaft, and its hard buzzing girth welcomed her to mold around it, sending tremors throughout her crotch. Jenna let her head fall to the side, her black hair swaying out like a veil before her eyes. She watched the window closely, though her sight had begun to blur. She realized that her glasses were slipping down her nose. The thought of adjusting them was far from her mind. Jenna could not help but moan loudly. She felt an orgasmic ache deep inside, and she positioned her body that she might find it. Scooting to the very edge of the bed, Jenna pushed herself off of her hand so that with one she could work the vibrator, and with the other she could do as she pleased. She rubbed her free hand in circles over the split of her pussy lips, shaking as she stimulated her clitoris. When for a moment it became too much, Jenna lost control of herself. She squeezed one of her breasts tightly, but immediately she missed the feel of her fingers and returned them to her wet lips. Still he watched from the shadows, and the knowledge made Jenna hungrier. She wanted to show him. She wanted to cum for him, and she wanted him to see every second of it. As she stroked the vibrating cock into her pussy and rubbed herself faster, the ache within her turned to a swelling balloon of ecstasy. Her eyes searched the window, cursing as her glasses slipped further down her sweaty face. Her groans turned to rapid and breathless cries of pleasure. Jenna felt herself burst from within, and the feeling was overwhelmingly wonderful. She shoved the dildo deep inside of her and squeezed her legs together tightly. Just as quickly, her thighs flew open and she squatted to the floor, her hand still holding the vibrating cock in her pussy. She trembled as the flood of her orgasm was released. She longed for a thick hard body to clutch against, to send into it her last bit of raw sexual energy. As her blurred eyes watched the window, with her squatting body spread before it, she clutched her breast tightly with her free hand once more, oblivious to the pain of her grip. Her orgasm began to wash away. Breathless and weak, Jenna moaned softly while her toy buzzed indifferently in her seemingly saturated pussy. She let it slide out of her and into her wet hand as she struggled to catch her breath. Once, she almost lost her balance and threw her free arm back against the bed to catch her fall. There came a sound so loud and sudden that Jenna jumped and let out a startled yelp. Her eyes shot toward the window, where through blurred eyes she saw a shape against the glass. She blinked, trying to discern what was pressed against the window. Fumbling for her glasses, which hung below her chin from her temples, she adjusted them and stared in shock at the hand on the glass. The color was odd and the shape was wrong. For a moment, she thought it was actually a foot, for it was long and narrow, and in a peculiar way it seemed to have a heel. Jenna blinked hard and studied the appendage again. Her heart seemed to freeze in her chest upon seeing the long, gnarled, black fingers and their strange sharpened points. A sudden sense of deja vu swept over her, and she knew she recognized the hand on the glass. The hand began to move, and Jenna heard the awful screech of flesh sliding against glass. From the shadows outside her window, she saw two glossy reflective orbs flashing back at her. The large eyes seemed to cut holes in the glass as they peered inside. Jenna scrambled backward, clumsily falling against her bed as she kicked away from the window against the carpet. In just a few seconds, she had slammed the bathroom door shut and was leaning against it. She froze, trying to steady her wheezing breath to listen for any sounds from outside the door. Her entire body trembled uncontrollably, and her chest felt as though a sheet of frost coated her lungs. Jenna listened. Her pulse thundered in her ears and her breath became a gasping shudder. Her mind could not begin to process what she had seen. Looking down at her trembling body, she felt somehow used and tricked. Her swollen pussy felt sticky and hollow, and she was suddenly ashamed of her nudity. The image of the deformed hand on her window was scorched into her mind. She wondered how such a thing was possible. Jenna considered that the entire event could have been some sort of prank, perpetrated by one of the brothers next door. She did not doubt such a glove or prosthetic could be purchased, but she couldn't wrap her brain around the idea of a person cruel enough to do something so foul. Then she considered the eyes. Again her rational side reasoned that perhaps the person could have been wearing contact lenses. Still, she was baffled by the very appearance of those ghastly eyes. They were reflective and glossy, like those of a cat in the dark. How was it possible to fabricate such a thing? If it was, why would someone go through the trouble? A sound gave her pause yet again. Jenna held her breath and listened. Even in the silence of the house, she could hear nothing from her place in the bathroom. It was not without dread that she glanced down at the doorknob. Her every sense screamed at her to remain in place. She tried to reason with herself silently. Jenna needed to see what was going on. She steeled herself and pulled open the door. Her eyes shot toward the window first, but she saw no shadow outside the glass, and certainly no misshapen hand. Again she became aware of her nudity and crossed her arms in front of her breasts. She scanned the floor for any of her clothes, realizing that they were on the opposite side of her bed, and she dared not pass before the window. A faint clicking noise caught her ear, and her head snapped toward her bedroom door. It sounded to her as though it had come from her living room. She listened closely, and again she heard the metallic click. Though terror gripped her in her chest, she swallowed hard and walked from her bedroom into her dark hallway. Jenna's first instinct was to turn on the light in the hall, but she thought twice and decided to leave it off. She did not want to alert anyone of her whereabouts. Jenna stepped slowly down the dark hallway in the direction of the living room. As she neared the threshold that led to the open room, she peeked around the doorjamb. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness as her heart fluttered in her chest. She scanned the living room, feeling a chill on her naked flesh. Her nipples were hard and pressed against her arms, and she felt foolish stalking around naked in her own house. Movement caught her eye, and she stared intently in the direction of her back door. A wave of dread washed over her when she heard the click again. Through the thin white curtain that hung from her back door, she saw the shadow of someone standing just outside, and Jenna realized that the figure was trying the doorknob. There was only a subtle turn at first, before the hidden person began to frantically jiggle the locked doorknob in frustration. Her hand covered her mouth just before she cried out. Retreating into the dark hallway, she turned and fled for her bedroom. Immediately upon entering her room, Jenna closed and locked the door. She hurried across her bed, reached the nightstand, and found her cell phone, knocking the empty wine glass to the floor. She scurried into her bathroom once more and shut the door. Her shaking thumbs worked to activate the screen on her phone and find its dial pad. Just as she was about to dial the number, Jenna froze. She listened again for any sound from the living room. There was only silence in the house. She could no longer hear the doorknob being tried, nor any other noise of any sort. Her heart still pounded and her legs felt weak. Jenna realized after quite some time that she was holding her breath, and she exhaled slowly with a quivering lip. She struggled to calm herself down. Her mind was a tumultuous tangle of thoughts and fears as she tried to come to grips with what was happening. She fought away her panic and tried to think reasonably. **** "I'm really sorry for all of this, sir." The officer turned and offered Jenna a polite smile. "It's alright, ma'am," he said. "If you see or hear anything else, don't hesitate to call." He turned and pulled open her front door. "Thank you again," Jenna said. "No problem." She closed the door behind the policeman, leaned her forehead against the smooth wood, and closed her eyes. Jenna sighed, hoping that the officer did not think that she was a nervous nut case. She turned the bolt on the front door and spun slowly around. Her eyes wandered across her living room to the white curtain on the back door. In her mind, she could still see the silhouette. Jenna blinked her eyes against the bright lights in her living room. She must have switched on every light and lamp in her house when the policeman arrived. She made her way wearily around the large room, turning off each one but careful to leave the overhead light on until she passed the switch on her way into the hallway. As she did, she glanced once more at her back door. Jenna thought to check the lock again, but she'd done so a dozen times already. It had played out exactly as she had expected. The police had arrived, and she told the officer what had happened. Of course, she made sure to leave out the parts about the strangely shaped hand and the haunting green eyes at her window. He certainly would have thought she was out of her mind if she had told him such. The officer had listened to her and was very polite and understanding about the situation. He had checked her house inside and out, even going so far as to look in her attic, but had found no intruder nor any sign of a break-in or forced entry. Several times, Jenna had almost told him of the new neighbors next door and her suspicions about them, yet something made her keep silent about them. Jenna cursed herself as she crawled into her bed and switched of the lamp on her nightstand. She wasn't sure why she had not mentioned Blake and his brothers. There was something she feared about sending the officer to their door in the middle of the night with accusations of trespassing and stalking. She felt like an idiot for being so concerned for them. Jenna rolled her eyes at herself as she turned over and pulled her covers over her shoulder. She found a strange irony in the idea that she would fuck herself with a vibrator in front of her window for someone she thought was spying on her, then be too shy to accuse them of attempting to break in to her home. This, of course, was yet another thing she had not mentioned to the officer, and she blushed when she imagined what his reaction might have been. Jenna was facing away from her bedroom windows in her bed. Though fatigue was setting in on her, she struggled to fall asleep for quite some time. She was fully clothed, wrapped in her bed sheets, and the blinds were shut at her windows, but still she felt eyes slithering up her back. What began as a lusty and exciting encounter had warped into a chilling and unsettling experience. It was the hand, she decided. Had she not seen something quite like it in her dream the previous night? Closing her eyes, Jenna shook her head and refused to accept such a thing as reality. She had to be confused, or mistaken, or something. Still, she had seen that terrible set of eyes.... A disturbing thought crossed her mind, and was enough to make her eyes open. Jenna could only hope that her dreams would not promise another glimpse of those eerie unblinking eyes. The Watcher Ch. 02 Megan lay on her bed. She could feel the cumm oozing out of her sore pussy. She still could not believe what had just happened, also the fact that she had enjoyed it to. Plus the fact that Matthew her father had seen her, plus seeing him cumm as well. The door opened and her father walked in. He looked down at her on the bed, she looked disheveled, legs open, pussy gaping with cumm on it. "You're a dirty little slut, aren't you?" As his eyes wandered over her body. "Looks like you enjoyed taking that big nigga cock." Leaning over her his hand went down between her legs. Fingers delving into her wet pussy. "You've been stretched good, no use me fucking you, you won't feel a thing." "Theirs is one thing you can do for me though." As he pulled his semi erect cock from inside his trousers. "That black guy liked you sucking his cock, now it's my turn." With one hand holding the back of her head, the other guided his thickening cock towards her mouth. Megan couldn't believe it, as her father's hardening cock thrust into her mouth. Even though her father wasn't as big and thick as the black one she had just endured it was still a good size. For the second time that day her mouth was about to be fucked. God this felt good, he thought to himself. He never had imagined that he would be doing this to his own daughter, but watching as her started to fuck her warm wet mouth. Her tongue seemed to be caressing his cock, his balls were starting to hit her chin as he thrust deep down her throat. Her nipples had got erect once again, he grabbed one of her breasts feeling the firmness and the nipple pressing into the palm of his hand. "Oh my god," he gasped. His daughter looked at him realizing that something was about to happen. His hand squeezed her tit a bit harder and she could feel his cock start to jerk on her tongue. He stiffened as his balls tightened and his cock erupted down his daughter's throat. There wasn't a lot after what had just happened, but it felt good to be giving his daughter his seed. There she was laying there, bred from him, now she was swallowing him. "Daddy's little girl likes to be used I see, we are going to have some fun from now on." His flaccid cock fell from her mouth. He put it away. "This is our little secret from now on," he said as he walked out of the bedroom. She lay there thinking to herself, what is going on. Her pussy ravished by a nigga cock and her father fucking her mouth. Both times she had enjoyed it. Was she turning into a slut? Late that evening after supper, Matthew and his wife, Brandi, were in the kitchen clearing stuff away. Matthew was still thinking about earlier events and was once again starting to get horny. He moved closer to his Brandi and slipped his hand under her dress and up to her pussy. She looked at him, "What you doing," she said as she felt his fingers reach her panties. "Megan might come in." He looked at her as his fingers pressed into the material, pushing it against her pussy. He stopped for a second, suddenly realizing that his wife's panties were moist, in fact very moist. "Mmmmm, what has got you all wet," he whispered in Brandi's ear. As his fingers slipped under the elastic and started to probe his wife's pussy. She let out a soft sigh as she felt his finger doing little thrusts into her moist pussy. She thought back to the man she had seen in the store earlier. She didn't know why she looked but when she did she had seen the biggest, thickest bulge in the man's jeans. Immediately her pussy had reacted and moistened. What was even more intriguing was that he was a very muscular black man. A fantasy she had harbored for a long time. Suddenly she realized he was looking at her. He moved closer, "Like what you see?" He asked. "Want some of this nigga cock in that pussy, bet you will look good on your back legs spread with me fucking you good and hard," he growled. She blushed and murmured something unintelligible as she walked away, hurriedly leaving the store. Ever since though her mind kept flashing back and picturing what he would do to her. "Maybe later," she moaned as she pushed his hand away. Later as Brandi got out of the shower, Matthew was watching her dry off. His cock was hard. Her body glistening with the water, nipples semi --erect on firm breasts. His eyes wandering down to her pussy, eying the little landing strip she had, and remembering Megan's completely bald pussy. He moved towards her, pushing her back against the counter holding the bathroom sink. Picking her up a bit he sat her butt down on it. Kneeling in front, he opened her legs and draped them over his shoulders. Eagerly he attacked her pussy with his tongue and fingers. Spreading her lips to gain access Listening to her moans as his thumb teased her clit and his tongue delved into her sweet pussy, lapping at her juicys. She rubbed her pussy over his face. After a few minutes when she was good and wet he stood up. She wrapped her legs around him and eagerly accepted his rampant cock into her . His thrusts were hard and fast as he was thinking about his daughter while fucking his wife, of how he was going to do her like this. "So," he moaned in her ear as he fucked her, "What got you so wet today?" "Oh god," she moaned as she described to him what she had seen. As she did she got hornier. Grabbing her husbands ass cheeks to pull him deeper into her. She could feel her orgasm building as she thought about the huge nigga cock and what it would feel like to be fucked by it. She bit back a scream as her orgasm washed over her body, she felt a little squirt of cumm coat her husbands cock. He felt her start to cumm and realized it was a good one, he thrust deep into her and groaned as his cumm spurted out and filled her pussy. He held her close as they both relaxed from their fuck, he could tell that she had been extremely turned on by her account of the black cock and he was wondering if it was always something that she had fantasized about. 2 days later, while Brandi was at the mall shopping, Michael had his chance to go see Megan. He pushed open her bedroom door, she was on her bed, dressed in a pair of short, t-shirt. His eyes feasted on her body. She looked up at him and started to realize that they were alone in the house. A shiver went through her body, was it in anticipation or fear. As he walked over to her Matthew barked out "Stand up and take your clothes off, time for daddy to have some fun with you." She stood and with shaking hands pulled the t-shirt over her head, dropping her shorts to the floor, she stood there for a few seconds until daddy said "Get that bra and panties off, I want to see it all." She hurriedly discarded her underwear and stood there naked. Daddy walked up to her and let his eyes wander over her body. The soft skin with goose bumps over it. The firm breasts and pink nipples. The bald pussy looking even sexier than her mothers. There was a little shiver as his hands reached up and cupped her breasts. Weighing them in his hands, thumbs raking over her nipples, making them stiffen. Bending his head down as he lifted a breast, taking the hardening nipple into his mouth. Sucking and gently nibbling on it. Rolling it with his tongue in his mouth. Feeling how hard it was as he toyed with it. "Daddy's little girl is going to be good to him, aren't you?" She nodded her head. "Lay back down on the bed," her ordered, "and spread your legs, daddy wants to taste your sweet pussy." She lay down and opened her legs. She could see daddy looking at her, feasting on her pussy. She did have a little drop of wetness down there and daddy was about to find that out, as his hand slid down between her legs. One finger sliding up and down her slit. "Mmmmm, I see we are getting ready for me," As he felt her moistness. His finger eased open her lips and gently thrust into her pussy, feeling how tight it was once again after her fucking by the nigga cock. Kneeling down by the edge of the bed he spread her legs wider. "I licked your mom's pussy the other night and she tasted sweet, bet you taste even better." As he draped her legs over his shoulders. 2 fingers spread open her pussy lips and his tongue delved into her moistening hole. His thumb started to caress her clit. The little nob starting to stiffen under his ministrations. As his tongue darted in and out her body was enjoying the feel of daddy, the deft flicks of daddy's tongue, his thumb teasing her clit was sending ripples of pleasure through her body. Little gasp were escaping her lips. "Oh god daddy that feels so good." Suddenly she stiffened as he thrust a finger into her pussy. Searching for her g-spot, after a few seconds finding it, making her moan, her pussy tightening around his finger. He slid it back out and so how wet it was. Time for his little girl to feel daddy's cock inside her. He stood up and undid his jeans dropping them to the floor. She watched as his hard cock stood out, knowing that daddy was going to fuck her soon. He stepped between her legs, taking hold of his cock he placed the head against her pussy. He gave a little thrust forward and felt the head slip between her lips. God she felt good. She felt daddys cock easing into her pussy. Wrapping her legs around daddy she was ready for what he was about to give her. With a sudden thrust he plunged into her, giving a gasp as he felt her tight pussy wrap around his throbbing cock. Her warm wet hole eagerly accepted his thrusting cock. She fitted round him like a glove. Been a long time since he had been in such a tight pussy, now he was going to fuck it hard. She gave a gasp as he thrust in, daddy's cock filling her pussy. She had sometimes wondered what it would feel like for daddy to fuck her now she was going to find out. He stood there for a few seconds, she could feel his cock pulsating inside her. Then he started to fuck her. Slowly at first, relishing the feel of her silky pussy. Pulling back till just the tip of his cock was inside her then thrusting forward again. Hearing her gasp as he filled her cunt up once again. Starting to get faster and harder, she groaned with each of his thrusts. Starting to lift her hips to meet him, wanting him deeper inside her. Daddy's cock fucking her. Her tits were bouncing back and forth. His balls slapping on her ass cheeks. Waves of pleasure flowing over her body, her clit throbbing. Her pussy getting wetter with each thrust. Making it easier for his cock. "Damm your one hot pussy," Matthew moaned. He could feel her legs getting tighter around him. She was lifting up to meet his thrusts. "That's it take daddys cock up your slutty pussy." As he continued to fuck her hard. Suddenly he could feel her body tense, "Oh god daddy I'm going to cumm," she growled. "Yes, cumm for daddy." He could feel himself getting close as well. Thrusting in deeper, driving his cock hard, tensing as he felt his cumm start to explode from his cock. His daughter screamed as her orgasm washed over her body, her pussy getting filled with daddy's cumm, pussy milking daddy's cock. She could feel her cunt starting to overflow, daddy's cock still deep inside her. Matthew withdrew his cock still semi hard, coated with his daughters and his cumm mixed together. "God Megan that pussy is so good." He trailed a finger over her engorged lips getting it coated with their cumm, lifting it up and placing it on Megan's lips. "Go on slut taste us." Her tongue reached out and licked Matthew's finger tasting the mixture for the first time. "We are going to have to figure out a routine where we can play more often," he said. As he put his cock back in his jeans, turned and started to walk out of the bedroom. Glancing back once more to see his daughter still laying their legs spread. An idea started to form in his head, maybe it would be a good idea to see about getting them both together with a black cock sometime, an idea worth thinking on he thought. The Watcher Ch. 03 Jenna sighed as she pulled into her driveway. It had not been a good day. Lethargy had hung over her like a swollen grey cloud, dampening her mood and hindering her efforts at work. Time had seemed to drag along, and the weather itself did nothing to help her spirits. The sun had taken refuge behind a mass of ominous clouds, and it seemed that a storm was on the verge of bursting forth the entire day. She glanced up at the darkened sky through her windshield. Jenna usually did not mind a good thunderstorm, nor did she mind being shut inside her house on rainy days. It would usually serve as a good time for her to read a book and relax, or snuggle up on the couch with.... Jenna rubbed her eyes. She had lost a substantial amount of sleep the previous night. She had spent the day at work trying her best not to think of the events that had taken place. Still the thoughts and worries gnawed at the edges of her mind, and she hoped to have nothing more than a simple uneventful night, without stalkers or strange sexual impulses to distract her. Climbing from her car, Jenna couldn't help but feel weary of her daily routine, and with the new routine she had followed the past few days. She went to work, ran errands, came home, and then cleaned or found some other chore to keep her busy until sleep found her. Of course, she had added the neighbors into that mundane set of events recently. As she heard the voices from the house next door, she knew today would be no different. Jenna listened, realizing that the voices were definitely coming from outside the house beside her own, most likely from the back porch. An angry heat enveloped her skin and her lips became firm. Without thinking, Jenna stormed across her driveway and into the small grassy alley between her house and the one next door. The voices became louder as she approached, and just as she had suspected, she found the three brothers seated at the small patio table on their back deck. It was Matt that spotted her first, and he turned a questioning look at his brother beside him. Blake craned his neck and saw Jenna, and a slow smile spread across his face. "Hey there, showgirl!" He called. "How's it going?" "Which one of you tried to break in last night?" Jenna demanded. For several seconds, the brothers were dumbfounded. Matt turned a wary eye on his brother, though he remained silent. Jenna glanced at Danny, who sat hunched over and fidgeting in his chair, facing away from her. Finally, after his smile faded into a confused expression, Blake spoke up. "W-what do you mean?" He asked. "Don't play dumb with me guys, someone tried to get into my house last night!" Jenna was surprised by her own blatant forwardness, but she was too upset to care. "Jenna, whoa, hold on," Blake said, rising from his seat. "What are you talking about?" "You're telling me you didn't notice the police at my house last night?" She said motioning toward her driveway. "None of you were out on the deck last night? None of you were watching me?" Jenna noticed the look that Matt gave his brother. Blake leaned over the railing and bit his lip. "Well... well yeah," Blake said nervously. His voice was a bit hushed, as though the fact embarrassed him. "I guess you saw me out here didn't you?" Jenna shook her head. "You could have at least knocked before you tried to break in my damn back door." She turned and began to walk away, feeling a knot begin to form in her throat. Jenna wasn't sure what had come over her, but as she tromped back toward the front of her house, she felt angry, scared, and frustrated all at once. Blake was calling her name, but Jenna did not stop. She heard his footsteps hurrying after her, and she tried to blink away the burn in her eyes before he appeared in front of her. "Jenna, wait," he pleaded. "C'mon talk to me." Jenna stopped walking, but she refused to turn her eyes to meet Blake's. She stared instead in the direction of her front door, feeling a swell of pain in her upper chest. "Jenna, what happened last night?" Blake asked. Jenna scoffed. "You're asking me?" "I don't know what you're talking about. You said someone tried to break in?" Jenna turned a glare on him. "You said yourself you were watching me, Blake." He licked his lips and turned away. He rubbed the back of his neck and stared down at his feet. "Uh... yeah, I was," he admitted. Jenna's face flushed hot as she could feel herself blushing. In her anger, she hadn't thought of how shocking it was too actually have her suspicions confirmed. Of course she had always assumed that one of the brothers had been watching her, to hear Blake admit it embarrassed her more than she realized. She was talking to the person who had watched her strip down, lotion herself, and.... "Look, yes I... I was watching you," Blake said. "I... don't know, I couldn't resist...." He paused for several seconds, apparently trying to gather himself and search for the correct words to say. "Look, you said that someone had been watching you," Blake explained. "I don't know what came over me. I sat outside to see if any prowlers would come around or anything. That's... when I saw you." Jenna's eyes found his, though something them made her glance away. She could feel herself growing warm with embarrassment. "I thought it was harmless," Blake smiled. "I felt like a little boy again. Anyway, I came to my senses, if it makes you feel any better. I know I'm an asshole." Jenna glanced up at him suddenly. "Wait, what did you say?" Blake gave her a weak smile, shrinking back a few steps in defeat. "I know I shouldn't have been watching you," Blake said, "especially when you said someone's already-" "Whoa, wait a minute," Jenna interrupted. "You said you came to your senses. What do you mean?" Blake stared at her. "Well... I saw you take off your top... and when you started to take off your panties... I-I guess I felt guilty. I went inside." Jenna felt her insides grow weak and numb. Her mouth hung slightly agape and her eyes wandered away from Blake's concerned expression as she stared off in thought. The image of the shadow at her window, as well as its frightening silhouette behind the curtain of her back door, flashed in her mind. Jenna had thought she had put a face to that figure, but now her mind raced to process the idea that it was not Blake. "Jenna?" She glanced up at Blake again. "You didn't... see anything else?" She asked. He shook his head, studying her with a measure of worry. "Jenna, what happened? You said someone tried to break in?" "What about your brothers?" She blurted. "Could it have been one of them?" Blake balked for a second. "I-I don't know. I was pretty sure they were asleep when I went inside." Jenna blinked, trying to erase the images from her mind. She remembered how frightened she had been when the hand had slapped her window. "Hey, what happened?" Blake persisted. "Why did you say the police were out here?" "I called them," Jenna said. "Someone was at my window last night, the same as the night before. I thought it was just you...." She stopped short before she went into any detail of the things she had done. Again she blushed at the mere thought of it all. "They tried to open my back door," she told him. "Seriously?" Blake said. Jenna shook her head in frustration. "Look, if it was one of your brothers, just keep them the hell away from my house okay?" She turned and headed up the steps to her front door, leaving Blake bewildered behind her. **** Jenna lifted the lid to her washing machine, and then reached down to open the door of her dryer. As she transferred her laundry from one machine to the other, she tried to keep her mind clear of any events from the previous nights, as well as her conversation with Blake. Though she did well not to think of the incidents, she could not rid herself of the feeling. It was on her skin, the feeling of exposure and vulnerability. She had changed clothes, and was wearing her most comfortable pair of blue jeans and a plain, white, spaghetti strap top. Still, she felt somehow naked, as though the very walls within her own house were watching her. She had felt the exact sensation the night before, and she remembered how wonderful and sexy it had been. Jenna only felt uncomfortable and fearful now. Though her skin felt smooth and warm, she imagined it sticky and contaminated. She had allowed prying eyes to invade her privacy, to bear witness to her in her most intimate form. She felt somehow infected or penetrated, and therefore ashamed. She shut the door to the dryer, set the time, and started its cycle. As she walked out of her laundry room and into her kitchen, she realized that she had not eaten anything since she had been home from work. Jenna sighed when she glanced over at her stove. There had been a time when she enjoyed cooking, but those were memories she did not care to think of either. Deciding that she was not hungry, she wondered what she should do next. Over the past year her home had become quiet and uneventful. She considered calling her friend Kelly and asking her over for a visit. Such as her mood was, however, she did not feel like entertaining a high spirit like Kelly. She wondered if she had become a bad friend. It seemed she was never up for keeping up with her wild friend anymore. Glancing at the clock on her stove and realizing it was half past seven o'clock, she headed into the living room. She hated that she settled with watching television every night, but there was a decent program soon to come on that she was content to watch. Jenna decided that anything would be preferable to dwelling on the disturbing occurrences of the past several days. Just as she found her remote and switched on her television, there came a knock at the front door. At first she was startled, and placed a hand over her chest above her fluttering heart. Again the image of the shadow at her back door flashed in her mind. Jenna shook her head and walked to her front door. It was not often that she had visitors. She wondered if her mother had decided to pay her a surprise visit, or if Kelly had coincidentally shown up. Jenna opened her door and immediately froze. Blake was standing on her front porch. He was dressed as casually as ever, wearing jeans that were slightly splattered with paint and grease and a grey shirt. His hair and shirt were wet, and looking past him, Jenna could see that it was raining harder. His soft but piercing bluish eyes studied her kindly. "Hey," he said. Jenna's eyes wandered down his slender frame. "Hey," she replied softly in kind. "Look, I think I've figured out what all of this is about," Blake began. Jenna bit her lip and leaned on the edge of the door. She reflected on her earlier actions. "I'm sorry for acting like that earlier," she said. "It's been kind of a bad day for me." Something in the way his wet dirty blond hair glistened and how his small bright eyes glittered when he smiled excited Jenna. "I don't think you were out of line," Blake told her. "I'd be pretty pissed, too, if I were you." Jenna nodded nervously. "Um, do you... wanna come in for a minute?" An alarm sounded in her mind even as she spoke the words, but she kept her composure. She couldn't leave him in the rain, even if he was under her porch. She opened the door wider and allowed Blake to enter. As he stepped into her living room, Jenna closed the door behind him. He examined the house briefly, his gaze eventually drawn toward the television. He motioned toward the screen. "You watch this stuff?" Blake chuckled. Jenna glanced at the television to see that a reality show that she had never heard of was currently playing. She shook her head and smiled. "No, I just turned it on. Do you want to sit down?" "Sure," Blake said. He took a seat on Jenna's leather sectional sofa. She did likewise, taking care to sit a reasonable distance from him, but not so much as to raise question. "Sorry about all this, Jenna," Blake started. "I didn't mean to make things weird by coming over. I just wanted to let you know what's been going on." Jenna nodded. "It's fine. Like I said, it's just been a long day." As Blake cleared his throat, she allowed her eyes to drift down his tight slender chest that was displayed nicely by his small shirt. She blinked and looked away, amazed at her own lack of constitution in such a situation. "I told you that I saw you last night," Blake said. "I shouldn't have been watching, but I saw you walk into your room, and I assumed you didn't see me so I got carried away." Jenna crossed her arms over her breasts. "You saw me look out the window?" "Yeah. I just thought that since it was so dark that you couldn't see me." Blake did his best to hide a sheepish grin. "I saw what you were wearing, and there was no way I could turn away," he admitted. Jenna shifted on the couch and adjusted her glasses. She couldn't look at Blake when he spoke of her in such a way. "And yes, I did stick around for a bit of a show," Blake said. "I knew it was wrong, but I just had to see more. I was paralyzed. I saw a lot more than I should have. I'm sorry." Jenna bit her lip. A warm sensation filled her body from her face to her feet. "Like I told you though, I saw you... you know... taking it all off... and I went inside. I felt like a creep." Blake paused for a few seconds. "Anyway, I'm apparently not the only one in my house who wanted a look at you." Jenna looked over at him. "One of your brothers?" He nodded. "Danny's a good kid, but he is a bit weird. He's always been kind of a loner." "H-he was the one watching?" Jenna asked. "Yeah, I had a good talk with him." Jenna tensed. "What all did he say?" Blake chuckled. "He doesn't usually say a whole lot, but he did admit to spying on you. He tried to open your back door, too. From what I gathered, he thought you wanted him inside for some reason. I guess that's his idea of making a move or something." Jenna considered what Blake was telling her. She remembered Danny peeking at her through the window next door, and as Blake described him, it did make sense for him to act the way he did if he was the person spying on her. A strange thought entered her mind, and a disturbing image flashed yet again in her head. "Wait, what about the hand?" She asked. "A-and the eyes?" Blake furrowed his brow. "Huh?" "Last night," Jenna said, "before someone tried to get in, I saw this... this creepy hand or something on my window." Blake's expression relaxed into one of understanding. "Right, that sounds like him, too. Danny's kind of a... geek. He has all these collectables and comic books and stuff. I'm betting you got a good look at one of his goblin gloves or Star Trek masks or something like that." Jenna stared blankly at her neighbor. She pictured Blake's brother lurking outside her window, dressed in some insane costume while she gave him the show of his life in her bedroom. As unsettling as it still seemed to her, Jenna could not contain the laughter that burst forth from her. Blake snickered as well, his beady blue eyes shining brightly. "Are you serious?" Jenna gasped between breaths. Blake simply nodded and leaned back into the sofa with a wide smile. Jenna laughed anew, picturing the eerie eyes and deformed hand in a new, more comical light. She felt a large blanket of fear and uncertainty slip away with her every gasping breath. "Wow, I'm not sure what to say," Jenna said finally. "Well, all I can say is I'm sorry, and he shouldn't be bothering you anymore," Blake assured her. Jenna could feel herself start to blush. "I, um... hate to say this, but I think your brother got the better show." Blake's brow raised in amusement. "Really? What all went on in your bedroom last night?" She shook her head with a smirk. "I can't believe he didn't say anything about it to you." "Why? What happened?" Jenna glanced at him and a sheepish smile spread on her face. "I... I don't think I can say," she admitted. A sly expression formed on Blake's face as he studied her with his small bluish eyes. "Uh... I turned away when you were taking off your panties," Blake grinned. "That means that you were completely naked when he saw you." "Well, yeah," Jenna said, "but that's, um... not everything that he saw." Jenna remembered the feeling of wild ecstasy she had experienced the night before. She remembered how wonderful it had felt to shove her toy inside of her, and how naughty the exposure had felt under the eyes of her peeper, who she now knew to be Danny. It didn't matter who had been watching at that moment. The idea that someone wanted to watch, that someone lusted after her, that she had made a man hard and sexually aroused... it was incredibly addicting. Jenna looked over as Blake sat forward on the couch. She knew that she had his full attention. "What... what d-did you show him?" Blake stuttered. She couldn't look him in the eyes, not those tiny, playfully sweet eyes; however, she couldn't resist answering him. Jenna felt as though she were losing her mind, like she was under some sort of spell when she was near Blake. She couldn't quite put her finger on what it was about him that had her so enthralled. She wondered if all the time that she had been alone and single had finally dimmed her reservations and sharpened her sensuality and curiosity. "I... showed him my toy," Jenna said. Cutting her eyes over at Blake, she could see the comprehension on his face as his eyes lit up. "Oh," Blake said. "Wow, uh... wow, you really gave Danny a show, didn't you?" Biting her lip, Jenna turned a nervous gaze toward him. "I thought I was showing you," Jenna admitted. Blake's eyes locked with hers, and there was a decent measure of shock hidden therein. He blinked several times, and Jenna's skin tickled when she saw his eyes flitting down across her chest. "Really?" Blake mused. "Did you want me to watch you?" Jenna nodded, hiding her grin by pretending to chew her fingernail. "And all this time I thought you were trying to dodge me," Blake said. He adjusted himself on the couch, and looking down, Jenna spotted a bulge in his jeans. A hot bubble of excitement burst in her chest and swiftly turned to chills that tingled her insides from head to toe. Her bottom lip fell open and a shuttering breath escaped across her slick tongue. There was a silence between the two that seemed to last for an hour. Blake appeared to be struggling to decide what he should do. He looked as though he was braced to flee, yet something magnetic held him firmly in place, even threatening to pull him closer to Jenna. At last, Blake rose from the couch and cleared his throat. "Well, uh... I should probably go," he said. "I've probably made you pretty uncomfortable." Feeling her heart sink a bit, Jenna stood beside him, her legs weak and her breath a cold pocket in her chest. "Um, it's fine," she told him. "I'm sorry for overreacting earlier." "No, no, I'm sorry that all of this happened." Blake headed for the front door, and Jenna followed him tentatively. He turned and looked at her, and she thought that she might crumble beneath the weight of his misty eyes. She ran a finger through her hair, brushing a black strand behind her ear. As she did, Blake's gaze fell to the tan skin of her neck. He licked his lips before his words escaped them. "I guess... in a way, I'm not that sorry that this happened," he admitted. "It's no wonder at all that someone couldn't keep their eyes off of you." Jenna smiled and glanced away. "Well, I'm uh... not exactly telling you that you have to." Blake swallowed. "Well, do I have to leave?" The Watcher Ch. 03 The plan was in motion. First part, arrange a pretend out of town trip. Second part, install small cameras in his and Megan's bedroom. He had them hooked up to the internet so he could watch from anywhere. Third part, find the black man, which he had done a few days earlier. Took a bit of persuading but eventually he had agreed. Now things were ready, next day he would leave, well sort of just to a hotel a couple of miles away. He fucked Brandi hard that night, as soon as she walked in the bedroom. He had her bent over the bed, undoing her top and bra so her tits hung down, lifting the skirt she had on over her hips and just pulling her panties to one side. Didn't take much to get her pussy wet, couple of minutes of playing with her clit and he easily slipped into her. Then grabbing her hips and pounding her good, her pussy squelching as he fucked her hard. Brandi was loving it, her pussy was welcoming the attention it was getting, sometimes her mind wandering back to the day she had seen the black man with the huge bulge and imagining it. They both cumm almost together, her with waves of pleasure, Matthew with thick cumm, pulling out an unloading on his wife's ass. Sometimes wondering what it would be like to fuck that tight ass, maybe one day. He left the house that morning saying goodbye to Brandi and Megan, telling them to behave and have a good time. He drove to the hotel checked in, went to his room and got his laptop set up. Logging into the sire where he could watch the bedrooms. He watched the girls get ready to go out shopping. He had given Megan couple hundred dollars to buy herself something and of course Brandi had the cards. After they had left, the man walked up to the side door of the garage and let himself in, going to Matthew's man cave type of room where he made himself comfortable for a while waiting. The girls returned home put their purchases in respective bedrooms had a glass of wine each and started to get ready for bed. Both starting to feel pretty tired, not realizing that the wine had been tainted with something to put them to sleep quicker. Matthew watched as they both took a shower then get dressed for bed. Brandi with just a nightie, Megan with a pair of white panties and a nightie. Both of them in their bedrooms struggling to stay awake. Brandi getting out her vibrator and having a little fun, bringing herself to a mild orgasm. Megan after playing with her clit for a few minutes got off thinking about a big black cock stuffed in her pussy. A couple of hours later the guy walked from his hideout and up the stairs. His firsts stop was Megan's room. He stood over her bed looking down at her. Moving the covers back he saw that her nightie had moved up over her hips, exposing her little white panties. He moved and took the ball gag he had and inserted it in her mouth. Megan groggily started to waken, realizing that something was in her mouth. Her hands were grabbed and tied with something soft. She slowly opened her eyes to see a shadow bending over her. "Hello little girl, I'm back. You ready for some more fun?" She recognized the voice and groaned, realizing that the shadow was of the man who had fucked her a few weeks earlier with his big black cock. "Now let's take these little bits of clothing from ur body." With that his knife slid up under her nightie and proceeded to cut it in two, slitting the little straps that went over her shoulders. It fell clear of her body. Next were her little panties. She lay there fully exposed to him once again. "Damm," he said, "Still looking hot, let me see if you are still as tight as I remember." His hand moved between her legs, "Spread them a bit," he said. Realizing it was futile not to she opened the a bit. Exposing her smooth pussy to him. A hand moved between her legs, a finger easing between her lips and sliding up and down her slit, brushing over her clit. A soft groan escaped from her lips. He felt a slickness down there. "Seems like you are just as horny as ever." Matthew was watching with his laptop, his cock was hard and throbbing once again, seeing his daughter naked being fingered by her black abuser. A sexier sight he could not imagine, well he could but that would probably come later. He stroked his cock slowly, thinking of how tight Megan's pussy was. "I'll be back in a little while, little girl, gotta go see to ur mom. Don't worry I'll be back for you shortly." With that he stood up and walked from her bedroom. Going down the hall he stepped into the master bedroom. Seeing Brandi laying there, bedcovers were off her. Her silky nightgown barely down over her thighs. Damm fine looking woman he thought to himself. He moved to her swiftly inserting a ball gag into her mouth and tying her hands. Brandi sluggishly woke up realizing was something was wrong. "Shhh, keep quiet and everything will be okay." Brandi immediately thought of Megan and nodded her head in compliance, hoping that he didn't know about her. "Now let's get this nightie off you," as he cut the straps over her shoulders. Pulling it down she lifted her hips for him to eases it down and off. She remembered him from the store when she had been staring at his big thick bulge. "Remember me now don't you,?" Yes she nodded her head. "Now if you promise not to make scream or anything I'll take the gag off." She nodded her head again in compliance. He took off the gag as she looked at him. He was leering at her body, her breasts full and firm, nipples poking up slightly. Eyes moving down to between her legs, seeing the little landing strip leading down to her pussy. "Nice," he said. So tell me how many cocks have slid down this landing strip into the hangar, as a finger trailed down, over her clit and down her slit, "Be truthful now." Her mind was whirling, thinking of Megan, keeping her safe, of what was probably going to happen. This seemed to be a strange question to be asking, not realizing that Matthew had asked the guy to ask her. He knew of 5 guys she had been with, maybe one or two more so was expecting an answer of 7 or 8. "So how many is it?" he said. "Eh seventeen," she said. Matthew gasped as he heard. Oh my god he thought to himself, double what he thought, little slut. "So you like to get fucked then? Looks like I'm going to be number 18. His finger thrust into her pussy making her gasp. "Mmmmm pretty wet down there already, aren't you?" She was, partly from her earlier orgasm but also from her thinking about getting ravished by his nigga cock. His finger started to thrust in and out of her pussy her legs opened a bit wider for him, giving him better access. He stopped, "Time to show you what you are going to be getting." Stripping off. She watched as his body appeared, muscular chest, six pack, but when he dropped his trousers she went wide eyed. It must have been about 10" of thick veiny black cock, with a big head. Oh god she thought to herself bigger than I imagined. "Looks like you like what you see." As he pulled her to the edge of the bed. Immediately his cock lay on her stomach. She felt the weight on her and was thinking of where it lay is how far inside her it would be. He stepped back a bit and his cock slid down her landing strip and nestled at her opening. She opened her legs wider expecting him to ram it into her. Instead he kneeled down, grabbing her by the hips pulling her to the edge of the bed his tongue reached out and started to lap at her pussy. A sharp intake of breath as she felt her clit and pussy being attacked. His fingers spread her pussy lips open, exposing the inner lips, pink and glistening. His tongue thrust in to pull out her nectar and flicked over her now throbbing clit. Her hips start to gyrate against his face, pushing against him. Her breathing was getting ragged as she felt herself being pushed skywards. Just as she was about to reach the peak he stopped. Stood up. "Something I gotta do first." Leaving the bedroom. She lay there with her legs spread, pussy glistening. He walked back into the bedroom with Megan in his wake. Megan saw her mom laying there, legs spread apart, her pussy wet, her breathing a bit labored. "Time for the party to begin," as he pulled Megan to the bed. He untied both their hands, "No funny business ladies and try to get away. Laying down on the bed he said, "Okay this is what I want you to do, mom get onboard and ride my cock, little girl get ur pussy over my face where I can lick it. Both of you face each other." The girls did as they were told. Brandi straddled his legs, taking hold of his thick throbbing cock placing the head against her pussy. She watched as her daughter, Megan, straddled the guy's face. The lower her pussy down. With a sudden gasp from Megan she saw his tongue reach out and start to lap at her daughter's pussy. Her daughter's head went back as her pussy was attacked, tongue thrusting inside her, flicking over her clit. "Oh fuck," Megan heard. Looking she saw her mom slowly lowering herself onto the his black cock. Watching as her mom's pussy stretched and accepted the thick cock She knew what it felt like and was wondering when it would be her turn. Mom impaled herself on the cock, feeling it deep inside her pussy, it was tight fit, but a glorious feeling. She started to ride him, slowly at first. Feeling every inch of his cock inside her pussy. She looked at her daughter, She was playing with her nipples as her pussy was relentlessly attacked by his tongue, the look of pleasure on her face. They looked at each other. Brandi starting to bounce up and down on his cock, gasping as she felt the black cock as she impaled herself on it, the pleasure rippling through her body, the head nudging against her womb as she bottomed out. Looking at her daughter as Megan played with her nipples, looking down and seeing her pussy being assaulted by his tongue. The moans escaping from her letting mom know that she was enjoying it, rubbing her slick pussy over the man's face. Their eyes locked, both of them seeing the pleasure in the other's face. "Oh god mom," Megan moans, "I can't help myself." "I know baby, I understand." Brandi leans forward a little, cups one of Megan's breasts and sucks the hard nipple into her warm mouth. Feeling the hard nub in her warm mouth, knowing that it is bad but unable to stop herself. Mathew's cock explodes as he watched his wife start to suck on their daughters nipple. His cumm shooting out and over the covers of his bed. He could tell by the look on her face that she was really enjoying herself and getting close to having an orgasm. Both mother and daughter were each getting close to cumin. Megan was moaning, feeling the ripples of pleasure as it coursed through her body. Brandi starting to gasp as she felt her own orgasm starting to build inside her. Megan rubbed her pussy over the man's face, his tongue continued to delve in and out of her pussy, she ground down as she felt herself start to cumm, her juicy's flowing freely. "Oh god," she gasped as his tongue thrust deep into her pussy, "Mom I'm cumin, ahhhhhhhh." Her body convulsed. Mom watched, it was the final straw pushing her over the edge, seeing her daughter in the throes of an orgasm. Her bald pussy pressing down on the black man's mouth, seeing his tongue deep in her pussy. She dropped down onto his cock feeling every inch inside her. "Aaaahhhhh," she screamed. Her pussy gripping his thick manhood, milking it. "Yes you bitches," the man groaned. Thrusting his tongue deep into the daughters pussy. Lifting his hips into the mothers pussy as his cock erupted. Spewing forth his thick cumm. Brandi could feel him ejaculating inside her, coating her pussy with his seed. Mother and daughter fell towards each other, holding one another as their bodies shuddered with the force of their separate orgasms. Their bodies flush and warm. They both fell onto the bed either side of the man. Brandi's pussy was leaking cumm, oozing out from her well fucked hole. "Hey little girl, yur mom's pussy needs to be cleaned up a bit." As he grapped Megan and dragged her over his body, pushing her head between her mom's legs. Megan looked at her mom's gaping pussy, seeing the cumm oozing out. Brandi watched as Megan's head was pushed down between her legs. She wouldn't she thought to herself. Then she jumped as she felt a soft tongue delving into her pussy. Megan was actually licking her and what was actually worse was that her body was responding. She moaned as Megan's tongue delved into her pussy, seeking out the sweetness there, a mixture of her mom and the black guy. Eagerly drinking it down. The guy pushed Megan's head closer, her lips pressed against Brandi's pussy. Her body trembled as Megan's tongue flicked over her clit, still tender and throbbing for the fucking. Megan wondered what she was doing. First she had sucked and fucked her dad. Now here she was licking at her mom's pussy and loving it. She could feel her mom's hips moving pressing against her, the moans escaping from her lips. The man's fingers were between her legs, teasing her wet pussy and clit. "Oh god Megan stop," her mom gasped, "Ohhhh yes," conflicting words coming from her mom. "I can't stop, suck my clit baby, suck it." Megan sucked her mom's clit into her mouth, teeth gently holding it while her tongue teased and flicked at it, then rolling it around. Her mom grabbed her head and held it while she pressed her pussy into her face. "I'm cummin baby, I'm cummin," her mom screamed. As a sudden flow erupted from her mom's pussy into Megan's mouth, a heady mixture that she eagerly drank down. Michael erupted again, well sort of, he was spent. Watching his wife and daughter as they both orgasmed, then watching Megan as she licked at her mom's pussy, making Brandi cumm. Looked like their daughter was going to enjoy the company of both of her parents. He watched as Megan's body shuddered. The black man fingers deep in her pussy, glistened with her wetness. He watched as his thumb pressed against her clit making her moan and stiffen as another orgasm rippled through her body. He watched as they all settled down, they were spooning, Brandi laying against the guys back while Megan lay with her back against his body. She could feel his semi hard cock pressing between the cheeks of her ass. "Don't worry little girl, your time will come," as a large hand cupped one of her breasts. With that they fell asleep, mom with a smile on her lips, wondering if she would feel that monster between her legs again. Megan dreaming of what was going to happen to her and the guy happy to have a mother and daughter team to use for the night. These sort of things only happen once and he was going to make the most of it... The Watcher Ch. 03 Jenna looked up at him, her heart skipping a beat at his boldness. Her answer was already on her quivering lips. "I was kind of hoping you would stay." Blake moved closer, his tall form looming over her. Whereas before Jenna could not meet his gaze, her eyes were glued to his in apprehension of what was to come. His hands were suddenly on her arms. She felt herself melting into him already as his face lowered to meet hers. "Are you sure?" He whispered. Jenna blinked under his crystal blue gaze. Their lips were inches from one another. She felt as though Blake was sucking the breath right out of her chest. She answered him truthfully. "No." His lips pressed into hers, and Jenna's mind began to short circuit. The reasonable half of her brain, the logical side, was in pure shock. The other half was swept away in the winds of lust. His touch was not forceful, yet unrestrained. Blake held her close as he kissed her gently, and Jenna allowed herself to follow his lead. Her small hands slipped around his slim waist and pulled him inward. Her eyes closed and she marveled at the feel of his lips. Without realizing it, Jenna's mouth opened, and Blake's followed suit. Their tongues met and sent a jolt of excitement through her body. She could feel the bulge in his jeans as it pressed firmly against her, and it had an immediate effect on Jenna. She felt her sex turn to warm butter in her pants, and all of her primal urges began to claw their way free. Her rational side scolded and pleaded with her. She barely knew this guy, he had spied on her, and she had no reason to trust him. Why was she kissing him? Why was she rubbing his lower back? The thoughts and worries peeled away inside her head with each passing second. Jenna was suddenly against the wall. Her eyes half opened as Blake's lips parted with her own, brushed along her soft cheek, and kissed gently at her neck. His warm breath rushed down across her skin with every kiss and lick. The sensation made her toes curl and her nipples harden. A soft moan left her lips. She slipped a hand around his head, her fingers exploring his dirty blond hair. Blake's hands grasped her ass for a moment before she found herself lifted into his long arms. As though she were a puppet to his will, her legs locked around his waist. She hugged him tightly as his tongue explored the skin above her breasts. Jenna absently realized that she was being carried toward the couch. She was amazed at how effortlessly he did so. The world rushed past her as the two fell downward onto her sofa. Her thin rimmed glasses shifted on her face as she landed beneath Blake on the couch. Slightly frustrated, she removed them and set them well above her head on the arm of the sofa. Jenna blinked, gazing back up at her neighbor, who loomed over her on his long arms. Though the objects just past him seemed to grow dull and horribly blurred, Blake himself was but a few feet from her face, and therefore was clear and defined in her impaired vision. The effect was very unique. To Jenna, it seemed as though Blake was glowing or illuminated in some way before her, as if he were the only object in her field of view worth seeing. As she stared up at him, Jenna realized that he, too, was staring back at her in awe. His chest heaved up and down as he studied her in admiration. She briefly wondered if he was taking notice to the way she looked without her glasses. Blake lowered himself to her and planted a firm kiss on her lips. Almost immediately, he worked his way down her neck once more. There came a bright flash through the windows, and several seconds later, the anticipated thunder bellowed distantly. Jenna blinked her eyes, staring up at the dark blurry ceiling. Blake's tongue slid into the sweet spot at her collar bone, causing her back to arch and her hips to thrust into him. For a mere second, Jenna imagined that she could feel the hardened mass hiding in his jeans. A single strap of her tank top was pulled down her shoulder, and she clutched Blake tightly. His hand slid down her side to grab her near her hip. Jenna's mind became as blurry as her vision. Things were happening entirely too fast for her to process everything. She only had time to feel, and what she felt was that familiar lust surging through her veins. Blake's tongue and teeth had found their way to the top of her small breasts. Her thighs locked around his waist with the anticipation of what was to come. She screamed at herself in her head. It was wrong, it was all just wrong. What was she thinking? She didn't know him. What was she doing? What was she intending to do? Blake's thumb slipped into the low neckline of her shirt, and suddenly her breast was free and exposed. Jenna's breath caught in her throat as she felt her nipple sucked into his warm mouth. Rather than push him away, her hand slipped behind his head and pulled him closer. She could feel his tongue swirling around her areola, and she bit her lip and suppressed a moan when she felt the pinch of suction in his mouth. Jenna's nipple seemed to activate a chain of reactions in her body. Her body tightened around Blake, and her hips and her waist wanted to react, to roll and writhe like a snake beneath him. She longed for him to be thrusting into her, as she had only days earlier in her sensual daydream. Jenna wanted it to be real. She could make it real. Reaching down she took hold of his shirt and pulled it up his body. She peeled the shirt off of him and tossed it aside. Jenna was greeted by the view of his thin but toned upper body, which hinted at finesse and grace, but also of wild strength. Her hands explored his back, her fingernails raking gently across his smooth tight flesh. She shuddered beneath him. Blake paused for a moment, his face but inches from hers. His eyes, though full of lust, seemed to question with her silently. Distantly, Jenna felt a small glimmer of relief; however, she was overwhelmed by the outrage that he had stopped. As though hypnotized by her own primal need, Jenna began to unfasten her pants. The corner of Blake's mouth twitched upward into a grin as she thrust her hips up and pulled her jeans down to her thighs. In a mere moment, Jenna's pants were gone. Blake mirrored her actions, unfastening his own pants and gazing down upon her hungrily. He stood, allowing his pants to fall to the floor. Though the world was a blur to her, Jenna could see the stiff cock at Blake's crotch with clarity. She impulsively adjusted her ass on the sofa, her legs spreading wide to welcome her neighbor. As Blake climbed back onto the couch between her legs, his hard cock bobbed and wobbled. Jenna realized that she was holding her breath, and when she released it her lip trembled, her eyes still fixed on the bulbous head of his dick. Alarms seemed to ring in her head, and indeed a nervous chill traveled down her spine as she watched him lower his body over hers. Looking up into Blake's eyes, Jenna gasped silently when she felt his round tip prod at the soft flesh beside her panties. His hand slid up and down the length of her thigh. The action seemed to have a sweet and calming affect on her. Still her mind was in turmoil. Fear and uncertainty clawed at the edges of her brain, while passion and carelessness took over slowly. With just a finger, Blake pulled her panties aside and began to position his lower half. His eyes remained fixed on hers. Jenna did not realize her wetness until she felt his tender but firm shaft sliding upward across her lips. Her eyes rolled and she let out a loud moan of satisfaction. The heat of Blake's erection melded with her own. Jenna relaxed her thighs, opening herself even more, ready for the divine moment of penetration. Blake reset himself and pushed forward gently. Jenna's grip tightened around him as he pushed inside. Before she could cry out, he leaned down to kiss her. She welcomed the embrace as their bodies became one. Her bare breast pressed into his smooth chest, and she could feel the slightly painful sensation of her hard nipple when it brushed against his flesh. Blake's hips drew back, and Jenna moaned into him as she felt her lips unfurling around the shaft of his dick. He thrust into her again. His cock slid into her with ease, opening her as it penetrated deeper into her pussy. She once felt a small amount of pain, and her thighs tightened around his hips. Gone was all thought and logic, replaced by raw emotions and carnal needs. Blake worked his hips faster, and Jenna found herself tossed between pain and ecstasy as his cock drilled into her. His movements were fluid, powerful, and deep. At times, their cheeks would rub, allowing Jenna a feel of his slightly stubbled face. Blake's lips found hers, their tongues meeting as they kissed passionately. Even so, his thrusts never faltered. She could feel his warm balls slapping and mashing into the bottoms of her ass cheeks. The sensation was incredible. Jenna wanted it to never end. The smooth skin above his shaven cock slid repeatedly across her upper lips, and it made her want to lock her legs with his and grind her clit against him. There was another bright flash, this time followed swiftly by the loud crash of thunder. Jenna's house seemed to tremble at the roar of the storm. She could hear the rain hitting her roof harder now, creating a tense ambience amidst their love making. She allowed herself to moan and groan, which seemed to encourage Blake's every thrust. Jenna's hips bucked and rolled beneath him, rising to meet his dick as it hammered down into her. A smile formed on her face. Her eyes closed as she allowed herself to enjoy the moment. She could hardly remember the last time she had a hard cock pounding her, filling her from within. Blake sank against her and slid his hand underneath her ass, clutching her cheek tightly. Jenna felt dirty. She felt filthy, violated, and invaded. She felt beautiful, alive, and sexy. Her hand held Blake's head against her while his tongue busily licked at her neck. Her other hand groped at his firm clenching ass. His hot breath washed over her shoulder and her chest, and when she felt the urge, she guided his head to her breast once more. Lightning struck again, and Jenna cried out loudly as her nippled was sucked between Blake's teeth. She clutched him tighter, rolling her head to the side and accepting his thrusts. There was a dull flutter in her lower body that slowly began to glow and burn. Her jaw started to tremble and her breath became a frantic stutter. She heard herself moaning frequently and desperately. Blake slipped an arm under her shoulder. She felt his fingers curl in her hair. At first they were soft and pleasant. Then, Jenna yelped when her hair was clenched and pulled tightly. Her back arched upward into Blake's body. She heard him growling as his movements grew even more frantic. The world started to slip away from Jenna. Her vision blurred even more and her focus narrowed. Her toes began to curl and her thighs worked aimlessly against Blake's body. Jenna clawed at his ass and his back, feeling the point of complete ecstasy drawing near. Her head rolled again to the side and she yelled out loudly in pleasure. Jenna's pussy became a warm flood, but Blake did not stop. She screamed as the orgasm racked her body. Her hair was pulled tighter while her oblivious neighbor pounded his cock into her. It was almost too much to bear. She cried his name, but to no avail. She couldn't think, or breath, or move, nor was she quite sure she wanted to. His dick felt marvelous, and more so now that her juices flowed around it. The waves of intense pleasure decreased somewhat, and still Blake hammered his hips into her. She felt it throb within her and knew that it wouldn't be much longer. Her eyes darted to her back door when another bright light flashed from the bellowing storm. Jenna blinked. She must have been imagining things. Everything was a blur to her, but she could make out the white curtain that was draped before the door. Blake's cock thrust into her harder. She clutched him tighter. There was another flash and the tall glass of her back door was illuminated, as well as the curtain and the figure that stood behind it. Her eyes widened as Blake's thrusting continued. Thunder again seemed to shake the entire house, though the proximity of the lightning was far from her mind. She screamed Blake's name again, yet it only served to excite him. Her eyes remained on her back door, though her impaired vision could not reveal any discerning details for her. Then, lighting struck again, and the sky was lit up outside Jenna's house. The curtain at her back door was tasselled at its middle, leaving the tall glass window bare on either side. It was there that she saw the featureless grey face and the strangely slouching form to which it belonged. At once she went into a panicked frenzy. Jenna all but beat at Blake and screamed out at him, bringing a sudden halt to his desperate thrusts. As he rose quickly from her and backed away confused, his wet hard cock slid out of her awkwardly. Jenna scrambled back on the couch, searching frantically for her glasses. Her hand lurched for the arm of her sofa, and in her desperation, she accidentally knocked her glasses to the floor between the wall and the sofa. "Whoa, Jenna! What did I do?" Blake asked in bewilderment. She thrust her shaking hand in the direction of the back door. "The door!" Jenna yelled. "There was something at the door!" Blake glanced at the door, his chest heaving and his eyes wide. "What... what do you mean, Jenna?" "Jesus, someone was at the door!" She cried in frustration. Though Blake wore an expression of skepticism, he looked as though he understood what was happening. He seemed oblivious to his exposed cock, which still nodded hard at his crotch. "Shit," he muttered. He looked over at her as she cowered at the end of the couch with her arms crossed in front of her chest. He ran a hand through his short sweaty hair. "I'm sorry, Jenna," Blake said. "I'll take care of it." He stood and pulled up his pants, fitting his erect dick back inside. Jenna blinked, staring at the back door. The rain on the roof was incredibly loud and oppressing. She realized that night had at last fallen, and her house had grown quite dark. "Y-you think it was Danny?" She asked. Blake shrugged. "Who else? He'll get a pretty good beating, this time. This is getting a bit rediculous." Jenna watched as Blake made his way toward her back door. There came another bright flash of lightning, and her eyes searched the door nervously for the figure she had seen minutes before;however, she saw no one. Thunder rumbled somewhere in the distance. Her nerves were on edge and her head seemed to ache from confusion and alarm. Blake unlocked the door and pulled it open. The heavy rain at once grew loud as he peeked through the threshold onto Jenna's deck. She heard him call for his brother, but it appeared that no one was there to answer. Jenna bit her lip nervously. She knew that if someone had been watching them, they were long gone by now. Though she felt foolish for reacting the way she did, it was no wonder that she had. The manner in which the figure had stooped was unlike anything she had ever seen, and was generally unpleasant to the eye. Then, of course, there was the face she had seen. Though she was unable to make out any details without the aid of her glasses, she was able to clearly tell the way it was positioned. The strange grey face had been pressed against the glass. Blake walked out into the storm onto her deck, peering through the rain. Jenna tried to remind herself of what he had told her. Danny could have been wearing one of his masks. Still, the image was not an easy one to dismiss. She watched Blake closely as he returned to the door. As he entered, Blake attempted to wipe the rain from his arms and his short hair. He glanced once more over his shoulder into the storm before turning back to Jenna. "I can't see anyone," he told her. Jenna opened her mouth to say something when the words turned to a startled yelp. Though her sight was blurry from her place on the sofa, she saw the arm reach through the back door. The long misshapen hand, that she was sure she had seen before, swiftly grabbed Blake's head and violently slammed his skull against the door frame. Jenna lurched to her feet, but froze as she watched Blake crumple to the floor. "Blake!" Her neighbor did not respond. She watched as his body was jerked outside into the rain. Instinctively, Jenna began to back away in the direction of the hallway. She watched the door, fearful and uncertain of what was transpiring. Was it Danny? Had he attacked his brother? Had he gone crazy? The thoughts whirled in her head like the storm that raged outside. Rain poured in through her open back door. Her legs trembled as she struggled with the decision of what to do. Foolish curiosity held her gaze and her body in place, while she wanted nothing more than to flee. As a distant bolt of lightning struck, a head poked into the threshold of the back door. She clamped a hand over her mouth and fought against the shriek that threatened to burst forth. In the flash, she recognized the eyes. They glimmered like a cat's in the dark, though they were unlike any eyes she had ever seen. The head twisted, peering through the dark into Jenna's house. The silhouette was wrong, or unnatural somehow. Any hopes she had that she was looking at Danny in a strange costume fled her mind. Jenna found herself petrified, afraid to move or make any sound that would attract attention to herself. She could make out the odd lumbering shape of the thing that came through her door, hunkered forward as it seemingly crawled along. Anything more was an awful blur. Even as she studied the inhuman blotch with the terrible wide eyes through her fuzzy nearsighted vision, she felt such a sense of revulsion to the thing that she thought she might scream. Jenna turned and quietly hurried into the hallway. Panic seized her chest, and her breath felt like it was tied in knots in her throat. She prayed silently that the strange intruder had not seen her. As silently as she could manage, she opened her bedroom door and slipped inside. With trembling hands she searched her nightstand for her cell phone. Jenna's lip quivered and she could feel tears beginning to well up in her eyes when she realized her phone was not in her bedroom. She remembered having it in the kitchen earlier that day. Her mind raced. It was then that Jenna heard a rhythmic sound just beyond her door. Her eyes darted toward the hallway. It started as a long wheeze, then turned to a low growling rumble. It occurred to Jenna that she was listening to her intruder breathing, and it was growing louder. Thinking quickly, she retreated into her bathroom. She closed the door as much as she dared, not trusting her own trembling hands to latch it completely without making a noise. Jenna glanced around frantically, searching for a place to hide. She considered her walk in closet, but she knew she would be trapped. An impulsive idea occurred to her, and she climbed into her shower, slowly pulling the curtain enough to shroud her from plain view. She cowered in the corner of her shower and waited. Her breath came in hushed spasms. Her hands still shook uncontrollably. Jenna could not calm her mind enough to think, nor did she really want to. All she could think was that she couldn't believe anything that was happening, and that she wished she were someplace else. She could not see the door to her bathroom open, but the frightful breathing grew louder. Jenna held her own breath, her eyes growing wide. A sudden smell invaded her nose and stung her throat. She promptly covered her mouth and her nose, though it did little to ward off the stench. The putrid odor seemed to fume or mist more than simply stink. The Watcher Ch. 03 She heard what could have only been a footstep on the tile floor. The wheezing breath seemed to be only inches away. Jenna's entire body shook. Her eyes cut over to the edge of the shower curtain, where just beyond she could see the open door to her closet. As the figure came into view, her insides went numb. Its flesh was predominantly a sickly pale grey color, spotted here and there with knotted black markings, and hung loosely from its frame and appendages. In other places, such as its back and the rear of its head, the skin seemed to twist or stretch tightly. The oddly bent arms were quite long and thin, and she recognized the enlongated hands and bony gnarled fingers that clawed absently at the air like the legs of a spider. The thing stepped further into view, affording Jenna a disturbing sight of its awkwardly swaying and jittery gait, its legs stretching far ahead and peeling itself along with each step. It twisted its head around, and she could see with detail one half of its face. The large lidless eyes were sunken deep into the sockets, and flitted around erratically. The nose appeared stretched, flattened, and horribly puckered. Jenna screamed in her mind upon seeing the twisted grin it wore. The lips had seemed to recede back around the gums, while its cheeks drooped and sagged, hanging far past its jaw in loose flaps. The tongue seemed to never rest, constantly slithering out and across the gapped teeth, and down along the knotted flesh of the chin. Hair hung from the peak of its head in thin strands, swaying with the creature's every move. Oblivious to Jenna's hiding spot behind the shower curtain, its head twisted this way and that with its lip twitching and its tongue sliding. The large, hauntingly bluish green eyes darted around in their dark pits, scanning the bathroom eagerly. Jenna watched as it placed its large deformed hands on either side of the door frame of her walk in closet and peered inside, tapping its bony black fingers on the wall. Her watery eyes and her nose burned, and her throat felt as though she had inhaled sulfur. She fought back the urge to gag, though her stomach contracted reflexively. The creature's head whirled, its scraggly hair whipping around and its glossy eye rolling. The horrid black pupil fixed on the shower curtain. Its tongue rolled out of the corner of its grinning mouth, flicking at the air. Jenna could wait no longer. There was no hope of remaining hidden. She flung the shower curtain aside and scrambled from the tub. In an instant, she tore herself from the bathroom, stumbling through her bedroom and into the hall. She reached her front door, the echoes of a strange wail ringing in her ears. Pulling the door open wide, Jenna bounded down the steps of her front porch and sprinted into the rain. Before she realized it, Jenna was charging for Blake's house. Her bare feet slid in a muddy puddle in her yard. Her body slammed into the wet earth with a thudding splash. The air burst from her chest and she tasted bitter muddy water in her mouth. The sky lit up above her as Jenna clawed her way to her feet. She was sobbing loudly, though her cries were drowned in the rain and thunder. Just as she reached her feet, Jenna glanced back at her house to see a pale blurry shape emerge from her house. She was spurred onward by the image, all but screaming as she climbed the steps to the neighboring house. Jenna beat both of her palms on the front door until they grew sore, sobbing and yelling, praying that someone would quickly answer. The door swung open before her suddenly, and Jenna fell forward into the house. She landed on her hands and knees on the hardwood floor with rainwater pouring off of her body. Jenna wept breathlessly on the floor, her mind still tumbling and reeling. She tried to stand, but her muddy feet slid out from under her and she stumbled weakly on the hardwood. Jenna screamed when a pair of arms slid under hers and pulled her upward. As she turned, she came face to face with Blake's solemn faced brother Matt. Even now Matt was silent, though his expression was one of shock and bewilderment. She tried to speak, to warn Matt of all that had happened, but her voice was nothing but a gasping jumble of unintelligible words and sobs. "Jenna?" She grew somewhat silent, turning to find the source of the voice, for it was not Matt who said her name. "Jenna, what are you doing here?" The strange voice hissed. The house was dark, lit only by a few dull lamps, and what seemed to be candles to her impaired vision. She blinked, her eyes stinging with tears and rain. Peering into the dim blurry light, she saw a the form of another person take defined shape before her. Jenna gasped and backed away absently into Matt. "D-Danny?" She trembled. As he came closer, fear built anew inside of her. Danny's eyes were so familiar to her. They were quite large, and though they were the same beautiful blue color of his brother's, she recognized them for the way they seemed to sink within the pits of his skull. His hair, unlike his brother's, was shaggy and unkempt. The skin of his face seemed to sag slightly in places, while elsewhere it was tight and thin. To her, Danny looked terribly sick. Danny was tall, more so than his two brothers; however, one could not tell by the way he slouched and bent over as he walked. His legs were long and lanky, and he kept his likewise long and bony arms held close to his chest, with his skinny fingers rubbing and scratching constantly. "Oh... oh my god," Jenna muttered fearfully. Danny ran his tongue across his teeth inside his mouth. "You shouldn't have come here, Jenna." The Watcher Ch. 04 Here is the conclusion. Its long and took a while to find the time around a hectic schedule, but hopefully none of that dulls the flavor. Thanks for reading. * The house was lit only by a few candles in the sparsely furnished living room. Much of her surroundings appeared to her as a dark blur, though Jenna had no trouble seeing the sickly looking young man standing before her. "D-Danny... what's happened to you?" Jenna asked. Shifting his weight from foot to foot, Danny shook his head. The simple motion itself seemed wrong somehow, or unnatural in some way that Jenna could not quite grasp He held his long crooked arms close to his chest, his nearly skeletal fingers groping and scratching at his wrists. "You shouldn't be here," he repeated. Jenna glanced at Matt, who seemed unaffected by his brother's strange appearance. Instead, his large bluish eyes were trained upon Jenna, or more pointedly, at her chest. Looking down, she became aware that her shirt was still filthy and wet, and that her erect brown nipples were plainly visible through the thin fabric that clung to her breasts. She crossed her arms over her chest and timidly backed away from the brothers. Danny watched her closely with his sunken unblinking eyes. Again he licked the front of his teeth habitually. The image of the horrifying thing in her bathroom surfaced in her mind. A discomforting thought entered her head. "Danny... was it you?" Jenna said. "Was that you in my house?" "It was never him," she heard a voice say. Jenna turned to find a figure emerging from a door that led to the kitchen. Her heart lifted when she recognized his face. "Blake," she breathed. Rushing over, she flung her arms around him. She felt as though seeing Blake alive was the only thing that had happened that she could take real comfort in. "My god, I didn't know what to think," she said trembling. "I-I thought you were...." Blake chuckled and gently pried her away from him. When she looked up, Jenna saw that he was holding the back of his head, and she spotted a dark red stain in his short hair behind his ear. "Are... are you okay?" Jenna asked him. "Yeah, he did a pretty good number on me, though," Blake replied. "He's out of control!" Danny hissed. Jenna glanced from Blake to his sickly brother. Blake's eyes studied her curiously before wandering down to her chest, as Matt had done only seconds before. Again the feeling of discomfort came over her, and she returned her arms to her breasts. "What is going on?" She asked them weakly. "Who are you talking ab-" "You know I never wanted you to have to meet him, Jenna," Blake answered suddenly. "I was gonna go about this differently, but you sorta screwed all of that up." The three brothers watched her in the dim room, and Jenna began to feel trapped beneath their oppressive gazes. "What are you talking about?" Jenna demanded. Blake grinned. "Man, you must have really given him a show, girl. He's taken to you." A hard lump formed in Jenna's throat as a feeling of dread welled up inside of her. Her eyes began to instinctively search for an escape route, but Matt stood before the front door, and Blake was between her and the kitchen door. "Who are you people?" She asked with tears burning her eyes. Blake snickered. "We're just like you, Jenna. Just regular people trying to make a life for themselves." He took several slow steps toward her, and she backed away on shaking legs. Her calf bumped an old couch, one of the only objects in the sparsely furnished room. "You know, I never knew why they all hated my mother," Blake said with his eyes cast down. "I was too young to understand then. Ethan probably understood everything, and Danny, too. They're the oldest. You probably took me for the oldest, huh?" Jenna remained silent, watching Blake warily like a cornered animal. Still, she could not deny that she thought him the oldest of the brothers, judging simply by the way he carried himself and the manner in which he always spoke of his brothers. Blake shook his head and flashed her a broad grin. "I'm the baby boy. I'd never really heard the words they called my mom... whore, slut, heretic, witch... it didn't make sense to me. Of course, as I got older, I began to understand. I can't count how many nights I would lie awake from all the sounds I'd hear in the next room, from all her meetings." His eyes dropped to the floor. He appeared to be in deep thought for several moments. "I don't know what our father was," Blake said. "I don't even know where he is today, but I know we all have his blood. And it's starting to show." Jenna felt her blood run cold. For a moment, she thought that she had not heard Blake correctly. "We'll all look like him one day," Blake said, looking over at his brothers. "I'm guessing I have a few more years. Matt has already started to change, but it happens differently to everyone. I expected his eyes to show first, if anything, but who would have guessed his tongue would be the first to change." Blake chuckled and shot her a glance. "I guess you've already seen how talkative he is." Jenna looked at Matt, who stood glaring at her calmly, his face contorted in the same scowl she had always seen him wear. Her mind was racing to keep up, though truly, she felt as though she could not bear to hear more. Blake motioned toward his other brother. "It's really starting to show in Danny," he said. "Blake, stop," Danny hissed. "I don't even know how long this stuff is supposed to last," Blake said, ignoring his brother. "Even Ethan isn't completely there yet, but he's near enough to scare the shit outta someone, though." Though Jenna was still stricken with fear, she could feel the animosity building within. Her lips tightened and she spoke through gritted teeth. "Who are you talking about?" She asked. "Who is Ethan?" Blake blinked at her, as though he had forgotten she was there. "He's my brother," he told her flatly. "The one that's been watching you." Jenna's mouth hung agape as she began to understand. The hideous grinning face of the creature she'd seen in her house flashed in her mind. She shook her head, refusing to accept such a thing as reality. "B-but you... said that Danny-" "Didn't you hear me earlier?" Blake snapped suddenly. "I lied. It was never Danny, it was him." Jenna stood speechless, trembling from the cool air inside the house. She wanted to protest, to tell Blake that he was wrong, or that he was insane. She searched for the words to say, but she couldn't muscle past the sick feeling in her stomach. "When I was little, my mom used to tell me these strange... stories," Blake said. "It wasn't until I got older that I realized they were all true. Then, when the day came that they hunted her down and...." Jenna watched as his eyes dropped to the floor. She could see his teeth grinding behind his cheeks. "Well," Blake continued, "on that day, she gave me a job, a task. Mom told me how much she had sacrificed to bring our father to this side, and why it was so important. Because I was the youngest, and the last to change, she entrusted the future of our bloodline to me. I was to make sure that our seed was planted amongst humanity to grow, so that when the time was right, we would be ready. Something about, 'the race that will reign when the world is ablaze.'" Jenna had heard enough. She frantically dashed toward the front door intending to shove straight past Matt, but his long arms scooped her up as though she were merely a toddler. His arms hugged her to his chest tightly, and though she clawed and beat at them, Matt seemed to hardly notice. She howled in frustration, shaking her head and kicking her feet. Blake laughed as he walked over to her. Her chest heaved and her heart raced within. She looked toward Danny desperately. He stood to the side, with his crooked arms still folded and his long bony fingers scratching his chest. His large eyes darted this way and that, like those of a frightened animal. Blake stepped up close, and Jenna drew back from him as much as possible. His warm breath brushed her tear streak cheek as he leaned in close. She glared as fiercely as she could manage into his tiny blue eyes. "What the hell do you want from me?" Jenna sobbed angrily. A look of genuine sadness formed on Blake's face as he studied her. "I'm afraid I don't want anything from you anymore," he told her. "It was supposed to work the same way as any other place. We hit a bar or a club, find a few junkie whores or maybe some drunk daddy's girl that wouldn't remember much of anything, and move on. It's just getting harder as we get older. And who would have thought that someone so beautiful as you would be living next door. I could have taken care of you smoothly, no harm done. But now he's caught your scent." Jenna stared back at him, appalled by what she was hearing. Blake shook his head and chuckled. "Damn, Jenna, you must have given him quite a show," he said. "There's no way to keep you safe or quiet now. He almost cracked my skull open back there. He'll probably try to kill me if I keep you from him." "Blake, don't do this!" She heard Danny hiss. "It doesn't have to be this way." Blake glanced up at Matt and gave him the slightest nod. Then, he turned and headed into the dim kitchen, and Jenna felt herself being carried after him. Her breathing became erratic as she began to tug and claw at Matt's arms again. She saw Danny's stooping form shift into Blake's path. His rolling lidless eyes glared down at his brother. "You are losing it!" Danny said in his strangely hissing, grumbling, and whining voice. "Think about what you're doing. This is murder!" As Blake shoved his deformed brother aside, Jenna began to panic worse than ever. She screamed and tried to plant her heels on the floor, but her wet feet slid along the linoleum. She drove her elbows back, kicked at Matt's feet and shins, and beat at his face. When she opened her mouth to scream again, she felt his large hand clamp down over her mouth. Instinctively, she bit down on his hand, and immediately regretted doing so. The taste and the smell of his flesh was so acrid and repulsive that Jenna coughed and gagged. At last they came to a halt in a dark hall. Cutting her eyes as far over as she could, Jenna could make out a white door that had several padlocks from its top to bottom, which looked as though they had recently been installed. She heard the jingle of keys and saw that Blake was working to unlock each of the locks. "You know, you've kinda become a real pain, Jenna," He said. "I mean, do you know how hard it was to find a house with a basement nowadays? Now we'll probably have to pick up and move in a day or two, look for another vacant house for sale." As he removed the final lock from the bottom of the door, he rose and turned toward her. "You probably thought we bought the place, too, huh?" He smiled. "Just because we took the sign out of the front yard." He opened the door wide, and a draft of cold air washed over Jenna, filling her nose with a putrid odor. Her eyes went wide as Blake brought his face close to hers. His blue eyes and handsome grin now appeared menacing and heartless to her. With a single skinny finger, he brushed her wet stringy hair away from where it clung to her forehead. "I wish we could've had that drink, Jenna," Blake whispered. "We could have had a great time together." His eyes bored into her own, and Jenna found herself frozen with fear and uncertainty. "Now, you belong to someone else," he said, "and I can't be sure what he'll do with you." Before Jenna could do anything or cry out, Blake nodded to his brother, who began to drag her toward the door. Blake disappeared and her eyes fixed on the darkness beyond the threshold in front of her. She wailed into Matt's palm and thrashed about frantically. As they neared the door, she flung her legs out desperately. She managed to plant one of her feet on the door frame, and she pushed away from it with all her might. It made little difference to Matt. He flung her through the door and into the darkness, and her leg buckled under the force painfully. Jenna found herself sailing through the dark. She yelped briefly before landing violently on what could have only been stairs. Her arm twisted beneath her, sending a white hot flare of pain through her shoulder. Downward she tumbled, her every limb assaulted by the steps as she fell. When at last she reached the bottom, her back slammed against a hard, unforgiving wall. The back of her head smacked the surface with a sickening thud. Her head felt as though it had suffered an explosion within. Jenna distantly heard the garbled sobbing utterances that came from her mouth. All she could focus on was the pain. She blinked and tried to allow her eyes to adjust to see something, anything at all, but it was useless. Jenna was in the darkness, and it hurt too much to move. She was vaguely aware of the moment she sank to the floor on her side, before her world slipped into a hazy oblivion. **** Jenna felt her eyes open, though she was not sure what had stirred her awake. Confusion clouded her mind as she struggled to gather her bearing. She shivered, feeling the icy touch of the floor beneath her. In the dark, she could only make out a few shapes and shadows. She lifted her head from the floor and sat upright, but immediately regretted doing so. The world spun and seemed to rush away from her with a strange sense of vertigo. Then, the overwhelming throb in her head ebbed like a colossal tide crashing on the shores of her brain. She fell back against the unseen wall behind her and rubbed at the back of her head. When she did, she gave a hoarse yelp at the tenderness in her shoulder. It was then that the memories came flooding back to her. Her heart sank in despair as she remembered where she was. Jenna wanted nothing more than to be sitting safe in her house on her couch, to be bored and watching television, but it was useless as she glanced around and realized the truth of her terrible situation. Jenna blinked, trying to survey the scene around her. She wished that she had her glasses, but they were lost to her now. Peering through the darkness of what she knew was a basement, she could not make out anything discernible. Her world was a blurred mess of black and grey obscurities, and undefined objects lurking in the abyss before her. She sobbed hopelessly. She was in pure shock of how fast everything had happened, of how her perfectly normal existence had gone sour. Jenna only vaguely recalled the details of the story that Blake had told her, but she could not forget the terror that it had instilled in her. Remembering the impending fate that had been intended for her, she glanced around the dark room again, desperately searching for a reason to hope. Then, as she craned her neck around to the side, her eyes were blessed with the sight of a large area of bluish white light. Turning so that she could find its source, she spotted a large square window in the foundation of the house at ground level. Jenna tried to picture the street in her head, and noted that there was a street light not far from that particular side of her neighbors' house. As a small glimmer of hope caught fire inside of her, Jenna willed herself to stand. Her knees were sore and bruised, and there was still a dull pain in her upper arm. She winced from the pain but lifted herself up. Again she shivered, for her bare legs felt as though they were coated in ice, and her soggy shirt that clung to her body was useless against the chill of the basement. Jenna took a few steps forward, her eyes scanning the blurred darkness around her fearfully. She felt a hard stone floor beneath her feet. Extending her arm out in front of her, she felt her way through the shadows slowly. The window was only a few yards ahead, though to her grief, it looked to be a foot or two higher than her head. It would not be easy to reach. She suddenly ran into something large and metallic in her path, perhaps an old stove or washing machine. Clutching her hip and grimacing, Jenna stepped around it only to bump against a heavy object that hung from the basement ceiling. As she made contact with it, the object swayed before her. Startled, she recoiled from it, her eyes searching for its shape in the gloom. The object moved between her and the bluish light ahead, and Jenna cried out in shock. While much of its features were shrouded in the dark, Jenna had no trouble discerning its overall shape against the light. There was no mistaking the silhouette of human hands and legs dangling limp from a lifeless body above. She lost control of her breathing as she panted in short gasps. It was then that the smell hit her, akin to that of a dead animal carcass baking in the sun. Clamping her hand over her mouth, she absently wondered if her eyes had begun to tear up because of how frightened she was or from the stench. Looking away, she continued on, cutting a wide path around the body. She fixed her eyes on the light from the window. Jenna thought that she could see some sort of latch that she could possibly reach, but she couldn't be sure. Just as she quickened her pace toward the window, she froze in her tracks. Her vision was impaired, but at that distance she could see plainly enough. Something had moved from the light, fading away into the dark. It terrified Jenna to know that she had been staring at whatever it was the entire time, but had only noticed it when it moved away. A burst of fear shot through her body, and her skin suddenly tingled as though a million spider legs were crawling all over her. There was something in the room with her, of that she was certain. Jenna wanted to run, but she had nowhere to go. Her only option was to make a mad dash for the window and hope to reach it. There would be no time to search for something to stand on, not if the being in the room was who, or what, she suspected. The thought made her tremble. Then, from just beyond the light that cascaded in through the basement window, Jenna spotted two pale green discs shining reflectively. Immediately she thought of the night she had seen the eyes at her window, and dread filled her chest, choking the breath from her lungs. The eyes floated slightly toward her, and the light from the window illuminated the face that came into its path. Jenna was locked in the gaze of its wild lidless eyes as they studied her eerily. She recognized the wretched grin and hanging jowls as when the creature stepped into view. The few dead strands of grey hair that hung from its head shined brilliantly in the light, giving it a strange but terrible glow. Its long fingers worked tirelessly, feeling and groping at the air. The familiar wheezing and growling of its breath was just audible to her. Jenna's mounting terror grew to an unbearable level. Without thinking she dashed toward the window. In an instant, she was at the window and clawing to get a grip on its ledge to pull herself up, but she was not fast enough. She felt a hand, albeit a rather large and oddly shaped hand, slip through the strands of her hair and pull her back. Jenna screamed as she lost her balance and stumbled backward towards her attacker. Her feet kicked and stumbled along the floor. The roots of her hair hurt so badly that she feared her scalp would be torn from her head. Though the hand did not release her, the pain subsided and she found herself on the floor staring up at the thing that had grabbed her. She stared up the length of its long bent legs, studying the creature in horrified awe in the light from the window. Its torso was a strange sight to behold. The abdomen was sunken and almost skeletal, with large folds of loose porous skin dangling down. The chest, however looked altogether different, for it was rather bulky and defined. The flesh there was stretched and thin. She stared at the arm that was curled close to its chest, and the elongated hand with its black fingers scratching at its chest. The Watcher Ch. 04 Matthew lay down, spent. He had just shot a thick load over the bed having just watched Brandi and Megan both orgasm with the guy he had arranged to ravish them both. Lowering the screen to his laptop he started to doze. The system would continue to record what was going on in the bedroom. He could continue to watch but was preparing himself for when he would return home in a few hours. Brandi's eyes fluttered open, feeling as if she was awaking from a dream. Her pussy felt sore and wet. Her mind was clearing, realizing the bed was moving. As her eyes opened she saw her daughter, Megan on her knees holding onto the headboard. Behind her Marcus was pounding his rampant cock in and out of her daughter's cunt. His cock was glistening from the wetness of Megan's pussy. "Harder daddy, fuck me harder," Megan moaned. "You love daddy's cock in ur pussy, don't you? He growled. "Yes daddy," Megan said breathlessly. He grabbed hold of Megan's blonde hair and pulled back, raising her head. Fucking her relentlessly, feeling her tight cunt wrapped around his cock. He loved fucking young white girls, their pussy's always so tight, listening to their screams as his black cock ravished them. A couple of times even a virgin breaking them in. Usually when he was finished they spread their legs for black cock. He looked at his cock as it thrust in and out of Megan's cunt, glistening, her tight hole gripping his cock. He pounded her hard, the harder he gave it to her the more she seemed to like it. He could see her firm tits swinging in the reflection in the dressing table mirror she looked such a good black cock slut. He saw that Brandi was awake, "See your little girl taking my cock, she love's it." Brandi continued to watch as he pounded her daughter. She knew she wasn't a virgin but she never expected that Megan could take such a cock, but there again she was younger and more limber than her. The look of pleasure on her daughter's face told the whole story. "Time for a family reunion," he said. He pulled out of Megan's cunt, his cock standing straight up as he pulled free. Standing at the side of the bed, "Mom come here and lay down across the bed." Brandi willing complied wondering what was going to happen. As she lay there, she reached up and took hold of his cock. Letting her tongue lick his shaft, tasting her daughters wetness, knowing that it was bad but enjoying the taste. His balls swinging just above her face. Her hand reaches out to cup them giving the heavy pair a gentle squeeze. "Come here little girl, straddle your mom's face and put your head between her legs." Megan crawled over, lifting a leg over her mom's head and position her wet mound within inches of her mom's lips. Megan's head was within inches of her mom's pussy. She had a close look at her mound, the little landing strip leading down to her pussy, the lips pink and puffy, glistening with wetness. Instinctively her tongue reached out and caressed the lips. A soft moan escaped from her mom's lips, the soft, warm tongue she knew to belong to Megan felt so good as it teased up and down her slit, occasionally a soft touch over her hard clit. Lifting her hips a little to give her better access. This was so naughty but at the same time felt so good. He stepped closer to the bed. Brandi knew what was going to happen. She took hold of his rigid cock, feeling it throbbing in her hand. She guided his cock to her daughter's pussy as it touched she moved the head over her daughter's clit, rubbing it up and down. She felt a gasp on her pussy as Megan felt the cock head on her clit. She slid it up, positioning it at the entrance to her daughter's cunt. She watched as he started to thrust into her daughter's pussy. Amazed at how eager it seemed to accept the thick cock. The blackness contrasting with her white skin and pink glistening pussy. She heard her daughter moan as the cock slid in further, his hands on her hips pulling her back. It seemed to be an never ending black pole disappearing into Megan's cunt. She couldn't resist, lifting her head a bit, her tongue reached out and tickled Megan's clit. Another moan and gasp. Then he started to fuck her, pumping his cock in and out, ravishing her daughter's pussy. His balls swinging hitting on her nose as she continued to tease Megan's clit, occasionally running it over his cock, tasting the mixture of his precum and Megan's pussy. Megan's mouth clamped onto her mom's pussy, her tongue delving, flicking, lapping at her. She knew her mom had lifted her hips a bit giving her better access and she took full use of it. The flow of juice's from her mom she eagerly drank down. Her teeth softly nibbled at her mom's clit holding it while her tongue worked furiously on it. She could feel her mom pressing against her face harder. Brandi watched as the Marcus's cock started to lather up, the pounding he was giving Megan's pussy as it continued to piston in and out, sometimes the head almost coming out before slamming back in again and when it did a loud gasp escaping from Megan. Megan was getting short of breath as she continued to get fucked mercilessly. Feeling it thrusting in and out, hard and fast, seeming to go in so deep almost hitting her womb. Head down between mom's legs as he slammed her. She squeezed his cock with her pussy trying to hold it inside her, feel the throbbing, engorged cock. "Harder daddy, fuck me harder with your black cock," she screamed. He kept burying his cock deep inside Megan, giving her the full thick length. Her tight young wet pussy holding onto his cock. Damm this mother and daughter pair were good as he felt Brandi's tongue on his shaft now and again, knowing that she was lapping at her daughter's pussy. "Oh baby girl you feels so good, you ready for daddy's cumm inside your pussy?" "Yes please daddy cumm inside me," Megan begged. Her pussy was on fire and what with Brandi's tongue at her clit she couldn't hold out much longer. Her body was quivering, ripples of pleasure coursing through it. One final push and she would be there. Megan sucked her mom's clit into her mouth rolling it around with her tongue. Mom pushed her wet pussy against her face, the orgasm starting to build inside her. Brandi watching as he rammed in deep, seeing Megan's pussy quivering, his balls started to tighten. A sudden scream from Megan, "AAAAHHHHH," as she felt the waves of pleasure washing over her, she felt his thick seed gushing into her cunt. Her pussy contracting, squeezing his cock. Brandi's body suddenly quivering with pleasure, watching her daughter cumm, tongue still licking her clit when suddenly she felt a trickle the stream of cumm squirting from her daughter's mound. As he started to cumm he felt her cunt contracting around his shaft, then a sudden warm flow coating his balls. One, two then a third load unleashed into her pussy, pulling back Brandi grabbed his cock and slid her mouth over the head. Just in time to receive a load of cumm down her throat. Brandi's own orgasm rippling through her body as Megan's tongue continued to play with her clit. Her face getting coated with her daughter and the Marcus's seed, her own tongue trying to lick it all up. He stepped back from the bed, mom and daughter lay beside each other. Megan's legs still open, pussy gaping white thick cumm oozing from it. Mom leaned over and proceeded to lick the cumm from her daughter's pussy. Megan letting out a groan as she did, her cunt still tender from the fucking. Mom's tongue felt so good though sending ripples of pleasure through her snatch and body. "Better let your little girl go get some sleep now," Marcus said. Megan got up, leaving a wet patch on the bed where she had been laying and sleepily wandered to her bedroom, where she lay down and covered herself with a duvet, falling asleep with a smile on her face. "Now it's time to see what mom can do," Moving to the edge of the bed. "Yes it is," Brandi said. She reached out, taking hold of his semi erect cock. Slowly starting to stroke it, feeling the power of it in her hand, pulsating throbbing. Guiding it toward her mouth, her tongue reached out licking and swirling round the bulbous head, cleaning Megan's cumm and his own from it. The tip of her tongue easing into the little hole at the top. "Mmmmm, that feels good," he moaned. His hand going to the back of her head as he started to push his cock deeper into her mouth. It was going from semi hard to full glory again in Brandi's mouth She continued to suck on it, her hands cupping his balls giving them a gently squeeze, dragging her finger nails over the sac. "Oh yeah you hot bitch, let's see how much of this you can take," thrusting his cock into her mouth, forcing it down her throat making her gag. Brandi eagerly sucked on his cock, working her lips up and down the shaft, tongue licking, teasing, lapping at the oozing precum. Starting to feel his member stiffen and thicken. Stretching her mouth wider to accept his girth. Cupping his balls, first sucking one into her mouth then the other. "Damm girl your good, you need to teach your daughter how to do this." He pulled free and stood up, "Time to get on your hands and knees bitch." She positioned herself on her hands and knees close to the edge of the bed. She felt his hands grip her thighs. His cock head slid down her ass crack slid down and teased around her glistening pussy. She knew what was about to happen. She pushed back a little and felt the head spread her lips apart, then suddenly he thrusts forward hard. "Oh god'" she screamed as he rammed into her, feeling every inch of his thick manhood as it invaded her cunt. He buried himself deep going all the way in with one thrust, feeling the heat, warmth and silkiness of her cunt. Not as tight as her daughter but she knew how to work that pussy, feeling it tightening around his cock as she worked her muscles around him. "Had a lot of practice at doing that, eh? Well you will know all about this then." As he pulled and then rammed his cock back into her, starting to fuck her. Pistoning in and out, her cunt wet and juicy eagerly accepting his cock. Brandi felt every inch of his throbbing shaft as it thrust in and out, giving her a feeling she had never experienced before, her pussy filled and stretched, she couldn't help but gasp and scream with each thrust. "Harder, fuck me harder with that black cock," she screamed. Pushing back to meet him, going harder and faster herself. Everything she had heard about being fucked by a black man was true. The pleasure coursing through her body as he fucked her, her pussy being, she didn't want it to end. She felt his hand move under her then his thumb found her clit, a shock wave rippling through her body. "Fuck," she screamed as she felt herself start to orgasm, her cunt tightened around his cock, gasping for air as her body quivered with pleasure. "Oh god," she screamed as an intense orgasm flowed through her. Once again he buried his cock deep inside her pussy as he got ready to unleash his cumm. "Yes slut take it all just like your daughter," as he filled her pussy with a thick load. His cock starting to soften in her pussy, pulling out he watched as his cumm started to ooze out of her well fucked pussy. "Come her bitch and clean it, before I have to go." Pulling Brandi around and pushing his flaccid cock against her lips. She opened her mouth and eagerly started to clean his cock with her tongue and lips, tasting herself and her daughter on his cock. Her tongue swirling round the head and up and down the shaft. He eventually pulled back. "Time for me to depart and leave you ladies to your own pleasure," as he started to dress. At this time Matthew had caught the last few minutes of what had been transpiring. His cock was hard again and he was looking forward to getting home soon. He had planned to arrive back at noon, but instead he was going to surprise his family by arriving back shortly after Marcus had left, catch his family sleeping. He wanted to see if anything would be said about what had transpired. He packed his stuff and left, getting into his car and driving home. At the same time Marcus had dressed and was getting ready to leave. Looking once more at the mother and daughter laying in their respective beds. Knowing that he would be back someday. He left by the back down a running path that passed by the back of the house, picking his car up about a mile away at a 24 hour store parking lot where it wouldn't attract attention. Few minutes after he left Matthew arrived home, parking in the garage he walked in the house. Brandi heard the garage doors open and close and realized that Matthew had arrived home early. She realized that her pussy was still full of cumm and Megan's was probably too. Usually when Michael came from being away even just a day, he wanted it. She jumped up and ran into the bathroom, quickly cleaning her pussy from the dribbling cumm. Maybe he won't notice she thought to herself... The Watcher Ch. 04 Jenna's breath was shallow and quick, and she again tasted the creature's acrid stench in her throat. She had never been so frightened, nor beheld anything so horribly disturbing. Its large eyes examined her curiously and calmly. Jenna thought of what Blake had told her, of how his brothers had begun to change. Looking at the creature that held her by the hair of her head, it did appear that its body was warping from within, stretching the skin in places and leaving it loose in others. The creature moved its free hand toward her, its spider leg fingers dancing as it came. Shrieking and turning her head as much as possible, alarms of terror rang in her head. Her wide eyes cut over to witness a single long and bony finger gently brush a strand of her black hair from her eyes. She shot a glance at its horrid smiling face, watching its tongue slither across its teeth. Jenna could not contain her scream. To her surprise the monstrosity released her hair and she collapsed to the floor. Wasting not a second, she scrambled away from it, uncertain of where she would even go. The basement window was the only escape she could think of, but just as she reached the wall, she felt a giant hand seize her ankle. Her legs were pulled from under her, and when she fell her cheek hit the ground painfully. It was then that the creature spun her body over roughly and bellowed forth its own cry. Jenna saw its jaw fall open, and it continued to stretch impossibly low and wide with its slithery tongue wagging. It fell over her, straddling her and emitting its strange hissing and grumbling scream in her face. Jenna turned her head and squeezed her eyes shut. She wailed and beat her fists against the thing, which had seemingly no effect on it whatsoever. Jenna felt two cold fingers pinch her chin hard and turn her face back to face the creature. Her eyes opened and she saw the terrible grinning face looming over her. As close as she was to it, she could now make out every detail of the thing's head. She saw the wrinkled black skin inside its sunken eye sockets around the eyes themselves, which glared hauntingly down into hers. The skin that hung from its cheeks near the rear of the jaw was a pale bloodless grey, the color of dead flesh. Its ears were quite large, though they were long and misshapen. Her eyes scanned further up the creature's head, where she saw two sizeable knots of curled and twisted flesh, situated across from one another with one above each eye. To Jenna, it looked as though this mass of skin was hardened and beginning to crack or split apart, as though something was preparing to burst forth from the skull beneath. Along the top of the head grew tiny black spines or barbs, which ran over the crest of the skull and presumably down its back. She screamed again, which only seemed to enrage the thing more. It swayed and jerked back and forth, and its head twisted this way and that. Its odd hissing growl grew more furious. Jenna saw its chest heaving and bulging as it squatted over her. The putrid smell assaulted her senses, causing her to nearly gag. She felt the folds of the monster's flesh brushing her bare thighs. She kicked her legs until it squatted so low that the beast pinned her under its immense weight. With her strength exhausted, Jenna resorted to pleading with the creature. She struggled to remember all that Blake had said to her. "Nathan! Please, Nathan, stop!" The abomination tossed its head back and let loose another hissing, groaning wail. Its wide eyes fell to hers again, its entire head trembling with what could only have been rage. Something that Jenna said hadn't sounded quite right. As her mind raced and spun, she saw the creature lift a single long arm above its head. Fear of her impending doom overtook her. Its elongated hand curled into a fist just as a thought crossed Jenna's mind. "Ethan, stop!" She screamed. The basement grew silent. The creature froze on top of her, its jaw retracting to grin down at her once more. Jenna stared breathlessly into the lidless green eyes that bored into hers. Slowly, it lowered its arm to its side, its long deformed hand relaxing. The hand that clutched her chin released her, leaving a cold soreness on her skin. She blinked, realizing that she had communicated successfully with the beast. It studied her curiously with its head twisted to one side, its stringy strands of grey hair hanging like the dead limbs of a willow tree. "Ethan," she dared to utter, "please... please let me go." As if to answer, it positioned its legs beneath itself and lifted its weight from her thighs. Its calm wheezing breath returned as its bulging chest heaved slowly. Its menacing round eyes watched her from above. Jenna had never felt so small and helpless beneath any other gaze. She was so shocked that the creature had listened to her and done as she pleaded that she didn't move for quite some time, but rather lay on the cold floor hypnotized by its terrifying presence. Finally, Jenna built up the courage to scoot her body backward. Her jaw trembled uncontrollably. Her sore and bruised limbs were all but numbed by the incredible sense of terror she felt. Inch by inch, Jenna distanced herself from the wretched thing, while it looked on calmly. Its tongue slid across its teeth, but it made no move toward her. At last Jenna reached the wall beneath the window. As her heart thundered in her chest, she considered what to do next. She feared what might happen should she try for the basement window again, but she knew it was her only hope. The wide teal green eyes watched her closely. She dared not make a move too sudden. As easily as she could, Jenna lifted herself up against the wall. Though the last thing she wanted was to turn her back to the creature, she spun and glanced up at the glass above. She could feel the heat of the lidless gaze on her back. Blinking the stinging tears from her eyes, Jenna stretched her arms high. Her hands easily crested the ledge at the bottom of the window. She set her efforts to feeling for a latch or lever to open the window. Before she heard the hissing growl at her ear, she felt a long hand slap around her throat and tighten like a vise. She tried to scream and found that it was impossible. Her hands immediately clawed at the creature's clammy arm. Terror lurked at the edge of her mind, though frantic desperation was all that she felt. She cut her eyes around to see the huge grinning thing that clutched her like a child's toy. There was not much to gauge an expression on its twisted face, but it was evident that it was enraged. The light from the window cast a haunting glow on the monster, accentuating its horrible features. Its round eyes glimmered with reflectivity. Its entire head trembled as it bellowed into her face, and the flaps of loose skin quivered from the movement. The jaw had again fell open wide, like the mandible of a great snake that was preparing to swallow whole its prey. Its sour putrid breath filled her nose, and her throat struggled against the squeezing hand to cough. As her legs grew weak and her flailing arms hung limp, it dawned on Jenna that she was going to die. She was terrified of the thought that in mere seconds she would cease to be, that her life would fade into nothingness. She thought she could even see the oblivion coming, for dark spots crept into her peripheral vision like a swarm of black flies. Her mind still refused to accept death, and willed her to survive. Fighting was useless. She could not plead with the creature as she choked. It was then that she saw his face. The gruesome grinning visage was gone, replaced by the familiar warm smile and dimples that she so badly missed. She could see his beautiful eyes that lit up handsomely with that smile. Jenna imagined that she could smell him, and feel the caress of his hands on her face. She felt his fingers in her hair, and her eyes closed to bask in his touch. She reached forward and rubbed her hand gently down his cheek. Jason's lovely face twisted into the reality before her as hand gently caressed the side of the creature's hideous face, her fingers tracing the lines in its warped skin. She cupped its head with her palm hoping to sooth the enraged thing into submission. It seemed to have no effect, and Jenna was sure that she was dead. She could feel the pressure building beneath her face. Her skull tingled and started to feel almost numb. Then, the massive hand that gripped her throat fell away. Out of pure reflex, Jenna sucked in a great gasp of air. She began to cough and gag against the soreness in her throat. When her fit had passed, she lay heaving and gasping. Blinking several times, Jenna realized that she had fell against the monster's bulging chest. She recoiled and stared up into the grinning face above her. It was then she noticed that the thing was holding her by her arms, yet it did so gently, as though it had supported her when she fell. With her breasts still rising and falling, Jenna studied the hideous beast carefully. Something in its bulging lidless eyes appeared incredibly human. She trembled in its gentle grasp, her mind struggling to decide how she should proceed. She chose to try the only thing that had worked thus far. Licking her lips, she spoke to the monster once more. "Ethan," she began, "p-please... don't kill me." The creature turned its head on its side, watching her curiously, but it remained silent save for its wheezing breath. "You... you can understand me, can't you?" Jenna said hoarsely. "There's still something left of you... isn't there?" She watched it fearfully and cautiously, but it made no move nor sound. "Please, don't... don't hurt me," Jenna pleaded. The creature emitted a low rumbling growl in response, and Jenna had no way to interpret its meaning. Tears stung her eyes and her jaw quivered with her forthcoming sob. "What do you want?" It lifted a giant hand and extended a single bony finger, pressing it gently against her chest. For several seconds, Jenna found herself in shock that the beast had responded. She felt how incredibly sharp its pointed black fingertip was in her soft flesh. Then, she found herself puzzled. "Me?" She confirmed. "What... what do you want from me?" Jenna watched as the monster lowered its finger slowly. Its large round eyes rolled to follow its hand as the black finger slid down her shirt. Jenna jumped when she felt the fingertip slide under the waistband of her panties. Her heart felt as though lightning had struck her in the chest. A gasp escaped her quivering lip as she stared at the creature in shock. "No!" She breathed. "No... no, I cant... not that!" The beast's eyes snapped up to glare at her wildly. Its jaw fell open, its tongue rolled downward sickeningly, and it let loose its strange hissing groan. Jenna recoiled as much as she could, turning her face from the hot blast of breath from its angry roar. "Ethan, please no!" She begged. Her words only incited more fury from the creature. It shook its huge head and rolled its eyes about. Jenna yelped when she felt its grip tighten around her elbow, its sharp fingertips piercing her skin. She panicked, trying to think of what she should do. She thought again of her husband, of happier times. Jenna felt a sense of helplessness unlike any other. Staring at the writhing monster that screamed in front of her, and thinking of the horrible act in which it wanted her to partake, she felt her very mind twisting and bending inside of her skull. Jenna felt overwhelmed by the terror of it all, but things were becoming clear to her. She would have liked to think that she would rather die than suffer any more torture, but she had stared death in the face and could think of nothing more humbling. Furthermore, Jenna understood what it would mean to resist the creature, that it would quickly become the most painful and terrifying thing she would ever experience. Jenna felt something change inside of her, something that coiled like a dead withering snake and fell away. She could not believe the vile thing that she considered. Through all the frightening things that she had been through, she feared that something inside, some part of her, had not survived. When her hands moved toward the frantic creature, it was as though she acted subconsciously, absently, with no reason or rationality. With her hands, she cradled the monster's twisted face. Its unblinking eyes rolled about until they focused on her. Her gentle touch immediately had a calming effect on the beast. She ran her fingers down its face, ignoring the clammy porous texture of its skin, and along the loose flesh of its neck. Her hands came to rest upon the bulk of its massive chest. Her eyes traced her fluid movements in almost a daze. Jenna's breath came slow and steady, though it was cool and trembling. Jenna shoved gently with her palms, and the monster allowed itself to fall easily against the wall behind it. Its jaw had retracted to grin once more at her, and its tongue slid out and across its jutting teeth. As its wild eyes danced over her body, Jenna pressed into its chest once more, guiding it downward, and she took a small measure of relief when she saw that it cooperated. The beast slid down the wall, squatting its long legs as it went. Jenna waited for rationality to take root in her mind, but it had fled her entirely. She marveled at her own resolve, that she was giving herself to such a being. Again something shuddered in her head as her very mind writhed and wriggled within her skull. She stepped over the monster, straddling it and standing with her legs spread slightly apart. Gazing down at the hideous thing, Jenna somehow took comfort that she acted from her own will, and not by its brute force of action. Jenna watched as the creature raised its pointed black finger and hooked it in the waistband of her panties. She shuddered at the intimate touch, and she gasped when she felt it pull the fabric from her waist. Her panties snapped in two, the remaining shred of silky cloth dangling about her hips, which reminded her of how sharp the pointed tips of its black fingers truly were. She looked on absentmindedly while the creature's spidery fingers tugged at her panties and pulled them from between her legs, leaving her bottomless. Jenna stood with her lower half exposed before the terrible monster below, the cool air of the basement chilling her naked nether region. She felt violated, invaded, and corrupted, but free, wild, and uninhibited. Terror still gripped her, though she was accustomed to its horrible embrace. She squatted down onto the wretched creature in an almost lethargic state. With her most private area spread wide, Jenna trembled as she drew close to the warm flesh of the monster's lap. Her eyes met with the lidless orbs of the frightening creature beneath her. She found that she was drunken on her own absurdity, her insanity, and her disturbing willingness to accept what was to come. Suddenly, she felt something warm and slick against her thigh. A nervous breath escaped her lips. Her eyes seemed to flutter at the touch of the long slimy erection on her skin. A thousand gnats ate at the frayed edges of her mind. She heard an excited rumble beneath her, the slow hissing of an abomination aroused by her embrace. A final alarm sounded in her brain when she reached down with her hand and took hold of the long pulsing member protruding upward from the monster's lap. It felt not unlike any other erection that Jenna had seen. It was tender yet firm, and was slightly thicker that any cock she'd felt before. As she took it in her fingers, something strange did occur. The creature's cock seemed to contract and pulse, and Jenna could feel some sort of muscle writhing within like the belly of a snake. Her heart quickened at the peculiar sensation. "You want me, don't you, Ethan?" She mumbled in a state of maniacal hypnosis. "This is what you want?" With the creature's cock in her fingers, she positioned the flared tip against the budding folds of her lips. A jolt of insanity surged inside of her as something human cried out distantly in her mind. Jenna's brain coiled and contracted in her skull. The buzzing of the gnats was unbearable. She longed for them to be silenced, and she wished even more to be at last penetrated, no matter how horrible it seemed. It took a mere thrust of the creature's hips and it was inside of her. Jenna felt her pussy invaded, filled with the girth of the monster's dick. A few inches at first plunged into her. Then, she sank down further to embrace the seemingly unending length of the foreign erection. It was horrible, detestable, and marvelously satisfying. A slow gasp escaped Jenna's lips as she took in the pleasant mass of hard flesh that spread her open. At last the twisting and writhing of her mind ended with a tumultuous climax as her very sanity seemed to snap completely in half. A wretched, filthy, terrifying excuse for a living being had penetrated her most sacred of organs, and yet she could not have been more pleased. The creature's cock felt extremely orgasmic inside her pussy. Jenna couldn't believe it so, but she found that she absolutely could not wait to ground it until it was limp and devoid of filling. Inch by incredible inch the foul beast's dick climbed into her, and Jenna was ecstatic. She felt two huge elongated hands grasp both cheeks of her ass. They squeezed with the passion of an aroused man, and somehow she reveled in their inhuman touch. Her eyes fell to the creature, and she beheld it in all its terrible glory. An odd sense of perverse arousal invaded her senses, and Jenna felt only invitation from its twisted form. She thrust herself upon the long and slimy cock that protruded into her. Her body could not help but quiver at the sensation that the alien dick bestowed upon her. Her arms curled about the monster's neck. Her nails dug into the clotted flesh behind its head. Jenna could feel the pulse of its beating heart in its throbbing cock. Her pussy squeezed upon its length, and she only longed for more of the tender girth that she rode with insane fervor. Her ass sank on the wretched creature's dick, feeling the bulbous testicles at its base. She thrust her hips inward, grinding her clitoris against the beast's sunken abdomen, and crying out at the surprising pleasure she found in doing so. Vaguely, Jenna felt a single hand upon her chest. She looked down at the monster as its greedy unblinking eyes flashed over her body. She let out a moan when she felt it thrust into her, its wriggling erection throbbing and contracting. The creature hissed as it hooked its pointed fingers in the neckline of her shirt. With a swift movement, it raked its spidery hands down to her hips. Jenna froze, but realized that she was unscathed. Her shirt, however, was ripped open and hung from her body like a tattered vest. The fabric fell away from her petite breasts, exposing them before the creature's face. Jenna's eyes rolled and her lips let forth a moan of ecstasy when she felt the warm breath on her exposed breasts. The hideous creature had dropped its jaw wide as before, only now to allow its long snakelike tongue to unfold and lay against her ribs. The tongue slid upwards, and slithered up to circle her left breast. It did not stop with a mere lick, but wound and writhed about Jenna's stiff nipple, and created quite a measure of suction, pulling her hard tip outward and causing her to wince. Jenna lay her head back and moaned at the intense sensation of the monster's tongue circling her brown nipple that left a trail of warm slickness in its wake. It was then that the hips of the terrible creature began to thrust into her, its long cock jabbing into the soft flesh of her pussy. Jenna's mind twirled when she felt the dick curl and writhe within her like a great worm. She could not contain the wordless sound of ecstasy that escaped her lips. Never had she felt something so alive, so invigorating and forceful between her thighs. The Watcher Ch. 04 His face appeared to her once more, yet the smiling handsome features of Jason's face seemed to teem with betrayal and evil. The orgasmic, twisted smile beneath her breasts was a welcome reprieve from the devilish dimpled grin of her former husband, though she could not believe it so. Jenna groped at the creature's knotted flesh, welcoming its alien feel to that of human cruelty. She thrust her pelvis forward again and again, drinking in the sensation of the large foreign cock within her. Jenna fucked the monster vigorously. She wanted to show it what she was capable of, and more importantly, to satisfy it that it might spare her from any harm. She could not deny the pleasure it gave her. Her ass cheeks clenched under its tight grip, and her back arched while it suckled her breasts. Insanity pervaded her every sense, but she could not say that she did not welcome it. All she could think of was the massive cock that bored into her pussy with such a passion that the very heavens wept at its grace. Then, the window above her head fell toward her. Jenna glanced down to realize that she was being hoisted into the creature's long fleshy arms as it stood. Panicking briefly, her thighs tightened around its narrow sunken waist and her ankles hooked behind its legs. She felt weightless, as though all gravity had dissipated. The beast cradled her with its arms, while its huge hands clutched the cheeks of her ass so completely that its black fingers prodded at her inner thighs. The creature craned its neck a wailed out in the darkness. Jenna cried out louder as it pumped its hips into her. Everything about the intercourse felt alien and strange, albeit somewhat familiar, but she was overwhelmed with ecstasy. Jenna relaxed her arms and allowed them to fall free, spreading them to her sides like the wings of a drifting angel. She did not fall, nor did she fear that she would. The beast held her gently, but with such strength and ease that she imagined she was floating. It did not ravage her, but thrust into her with a slow and steady rhythm. She rolled her stomach and her hips up and down, matching the monster's pace. Her eyes widened as the peculiar contractions in its cock grew more intense, which felt as though it rolled and twisted inside of her. Jenna ground her hips deeper to welcome the sensational phenomenon. She gazed at her horrid lover through sex glazed eyes. Disbelief and awe enveloped her. She watched its eyes roll and its jaw open and snap shut repeatedly. Its tongue hung from the side of its mouth, licking and toying with everything it made contact with, from its own bulging chest to Jenna's soft breasts. The hanging flesh shuddered with its every thrust. Jenna's brow furrowed and she screamed with insane ecstasy when she felt the monster jam its hips into her. Her eyes rolled as its cock went into wild convulsions inside of her, sending tremors of nearly unbearable pleasure through her body. Jenna whipped her arms around the creature's neck and pulled herself close to it. She hardly noticed the clammy texture of its skin, nor the sulfuric smell that seemed to radiate from the beast. The erratic convulsions of the cock within her only grew stronger until her eyes widened and her very breath was stolen away. She could have sworn that it felt as though the monster's erection was vibrating. A great tide swelled within her, and Jenna clutched the abomination like a sex drunken leech. All the while, its motions grew more desperate. Its thrusting turned to a great fluid roll of motion, with its entire lower half firing like a piston. Jenna realized that with her every labored breath came a moaning yell. The world was nearly washed away around her as the rolling tide of her orgasm crashed within her. She saw nothing, and everything. She cried out, and was accompanied by a gutteral hissing groan. Her waves had crashed upon an even greater tide, that filled her with its warmth below. The gyrating cock in Jenna's pussy contracted and extended as the creature pumped its seed into her. She'd never felt anything of the sort in her life. Tossed on the colossal tides of their flowing orgasms, she raked her nails into the twisted flesh of its neck and screamed against its chest. Her ass clenched and rocked against it as it continued to fill her with such a warmth that it nearly burned like hot bathwater. With a great shudder, Jenna felt the cock cease its wild spasms. Likewise, her breath returned to her in gasps as her tense muscles relaxed. The world seemed to return slowly. She blinked her eyes in the gloom and realized that her head lay on the jutting shoulder of the creature. She could feel that her pussy was full of the monster's cum, and it oozed and leaked from her lips down her sweaty thighs. Reality set in on Jenna. She lay gasping upon the hideous beast, in complete disbelief of what she had done. It shocked her not only that she had allowed such a creature to have her, and to willingly participate, but that she had enjoyed their intercourse. Jenna's world was on its head. She couldn't make sense of anything. Had she not been disgusted and terrified? Yet she had thrust her body on the creature just as passionately as it had fucked her. Even as she lay against it in the wake of their formication, with its limber cock twitching inside of her, Jenna did not deny the pleasure she took from it. The creature's hot seed leaked from her, and she basked in its warmth. Her cheek found comfort in the heaving of its great chest. She felt no revulsion at the embrace of its twisted clammy skin, but rather safety and serenity. Still, she was sane enough to know that she was mounted atop the cock of a dangerous abomination that was certainly not of her world, not entirely. Fear had dug its gnarled roots deep inside of her, and Jenna trembled as uncertainty overtook her. The thing seemed calm at the moment, but she could not know what to expect now that it had gotten what it had wanted. Jenna clutched the very wretch that she so feared. There was, too, a feeling of awe at the thought of the vile thing she had done. Her emotions clashed, whipping and spinning together like a great storm. She had been violated, yet it was an incredible release. Jenna wanted to be immediately removed from the situation, and somehow simultaneously revived upon the creature's wondrous cock so that she might ride it again. She wondered distantly if her mind had truly snapped in two, if her sanity had fled her completely. The large hands on her bare ass were motionless, its moist palms still resting on her plump cheeks and its sharp black fingertips pricking the soft flesh of her thighs. She heard the familiar wheezing of its breath. It was calm but quickened from its labors. Her exposed breasts pressed against the skeletal ribs of its midsection. A part of Jenna wanted to close her eyes and sleep on the beast, to be lulled by its heavy hissing breath. Fear prompted her to do otherwise. As slowly as she could, she placed her palms on the monster's broad chest and pressed herself away. Her black hair clung to her cheek. Her glazed eyes searched the terrible features before her. The creature had sank against the wall behind, its head rolled to one side. Its large unblinking eyes stared off into the dark. The stretched lips above its grinning maw quivered and twitched, but Jenna saw no other movement. She thought the beast asleep for a moment. Jenna swallowed, unsure of what to do. She thought of the how she had enraged the thing when she had attempted to escape, and how stricken with terror she had been at its reactions. She wasn't sure why, but she spoke to it. "Ethan?" She said weakly. Its flashing bluish green eyes rolled in their sockets to look at her. Then, its head twisted around oddly, its tongue sliding over its jutting grin. It raised a single hand toward her face, startling her at first. With one of its pointed fingers, it swept her matted hair from her cheek. Jenna shook uncontrollably, though the creature's touch was but a breeze on her face. "Ethan... w-what happens now?" She asked. Suddenly there was a thunderous clap from above. Jenna let out a yelp and hunkered close to the creature. The thing's head snapped upward, its wild eyes scanning the basement ceiling. Jenna could hear some kind of commotion above their heads, and what she thought were elevated voices. She wondered what new terrible occurrence was taking place on the main floor of the house. Another loud report made Jenna jump. She vaguely recognized the sound as a gunshot, though it surprised her that it was so loud even from the floor above. Her heart grew cold from the implications of the noise, but before she had time to react, Jenna felt herself falling backward. The creature had lurched to its feet, swaying and shaking with its hideous grinning face glaring toward the stairs. Jenna was sent sliding off of its flaccid cock to the floor. She landed with a grunt and watched as the thing let out a hissing groan. Her head snapped in the direction of the stairs when she heard another shot from above, followed by another immediately after. The creature wailed out again before it turned and bounded over Jenna into the darkness of the basement. She marveled at the speed of the thing and the odd fluidity with which it moved, with its long legs extending and pulling its hunkered body along. The beast disappeared from sight, though for a few moments she heard sounds of scuffling from somewhere in the basement. Silence filled the musty putrid air. Jenna remained on the floor trembling for several minutes. Confusion and fear became tangled in her head. Briefly, she glanced up to the window. She knew her chance to escape had arrived, but her entire body was racked with weakness. She felt sore and completely drained of will. Then, Jenna heard a familiar racket, one of padlocks being opened at the door at the top of the stairs. A gasp of relief filled her so suddenly that it spurred her to her feet. Before she had completely risen, Jenna was already stumbling toward the stairs, following the sounds of freedom in the dark. She tripped when her toe smashed an unseen step, her shin crashing against the edge of another. A sob of frustration escaped her lips, but she began her desperate climb nonetheless. With bruises on her every limb and warm sticky semen trickling down her thighs, Jenna clawed her way up the flight of stairs. Then, a frightening thought occurred to her. She could not be sure who to expect when the door opened. Her heart wept when she imagined that it would be the deceitful grin of Blake looking down at her, or the cold scowl of his brother Matt. Jenna froze in fearful anticipation, her arms and legs shaking beneath her. A light washed over her when the door was pulled open. She squinted her eyes and shielded her face from its brilliance. Peering up at the opening ahead, she saw the silhouette of a figure at the top of the stairs. "Jenna?" Called a slurred voice. She opened her mouth to cry out, only managing a weak sob. In a flash a large warm hand grabbed her under her arm and pulled her up. It all happened so quickly that she could not discern the person's identity. Jenna struggled to find her footing on the stairs but found that the single arm hoisted her upward almost effortlessly. She was let down to the tile floor gently. It was the first she had seen of herself in such a light, and she nearly gasped. Jenna was filthy, with mud and grime caked onto her flesh. She saw a black film on her arms and hands, and again became aware of her nudity. Her breasts were relatively clean. She remembered how the monster's slithery tongue had felt as it sucked at her soft skin. Jenna glanced down at the substance on her thighs, which was a murky grey glaze. On her hands and knees, Jenna's eyes darted across the tile floor to a pool of crimson beneath her right palm. Crystal blue eyes stared up at her from the floor from Blake's handsome face. Jenna's mouth fell open as she scrambled away from him. His eyes did not follow her, but stared blankly up at the ceiling. It was then that she saw his features were frozen in a contorted expression of pain. Briefly, she saw the wound in his blood covered neck, which still pumped and bled weakly. Just before she could scream, Jenna stumbled backward over something, and she fell on top of the object. She spun frantically and stared in horror at yet another body on the floor. Though the lower half of the face had been shattered by a great force with teeth and flesh hanging from the mouth, there was no mistaking the scowling visage of Matt. Jenna screamed with her hands over her mouth. Though her voice was hoarse and weak, her wail of horror was no less genuine. She stood and backed away, her eyes taking in the grisly scene before her. Blake's lifeless body lay still near the door to her left. His arms were across his sternum, his hands close to the wound that he had apparently tried to cover. Jenna could almost picture the scene in her mind. She could see the blood running through his fingers as he grasped at the final shreds of life. Matt had but a single hole in his chest, but his mangled jaw was enough to tell his story. His long tongue was draped from his broken face to the tile. A large hand took her arm. Jenna shrieked and spun about, only to scream louder at the wretched face that she saw. "Jenna!" The face hissed. "Jenna, calm down!" The screams caught in her chest. Her breath came in shallow gasps. The unblinking eyes stared back at her, and the grin was not one of joy. "Jenna, it's just me," he said. "I'm... I'm not going to hurt you, I swear." Trembling and cowering away, Jenna studied the thing in front of her. It looked not unlike what she had seen in the basement. She blinked her eyes, and recognized the shaggy hair atop Danny's head. The long fingers of his free hand worked tirelessly, while in his other hand he clutched the largest pistol Jenna had ever seen. He hunkered before her, his head twisted and his body swaying. Fresh tears rolled down his knotted cheeks. "Danny," she breathed, "what did you do?" His eyes twitched in their sockets. "I... ended this. I had to." Jenna stared at the deformed human being through watering eyes. She held her chin upward and averted to the side, not daring to cast her gaze to the floor again. Danny appeared exhausted, his long legs trembling and his pale skin coated with sweat. His T-shirt clung to his chest while sagging around his abdomen. His jeans seemed three sizes to short where his crooked ankles poked down to a pair of elongated feet. Something in Danny's huge eyes filled Jenna with grief. They were so devoid of life and hope, so wild but cold. Those bulging eyes wandered down her mostly naked and completely filthy body, and he gave her a strange shake of his head. "Jenna," Danny gasped weakly. "What has he done to you?" Even as he spoke, Jenna felt another trickle of warm fluid racing down her thigh. Danny's eyes snapped up to hers. "Where did he go?" Danny asked suddenly. Jenna shook her head. The words that came from her lips were hoarse and barely audible. "I... I don't know. He's gone." Danny's tongue skimmed over his upper teeth. "Was he in the basement?" He snapped. Jenna paused for a brief moment, remembering how the creature had leapt into the darkness and disappeared. She nodded to Danny timidly. Danny hunkered lower as his head twisted in rapid jerks, his eyes scouring the room. Jenna's eyes darted as well, trying to follow his gaze. He slunk toward the kitchen window and peered through the glass. Watching Danny move was a mind bending thing to watch, for his movements were more like a spider than a human. "He's been digging out," Danny mumbled in his hissing slur. "We were fucking stupid to think we could lock him up forever." Jenna watched the kitchen window intently, waiting to see the familiar pair of glowing teal eyes. "I hoped he would just run off," Danny muttered. "But he saw you...." Danny froze as his large eyes fixed on the dark threshold that led to the living room. Squinting, Jenna could see that the front door was standing open, and that a silhouette swayed and twitched toward the kitchen in the shadows. Danny slowly lifted the gun in his giant hand and pointed it toward the door. "You saw her and you didn't leave," Danny said. Jenna watched as a large bulky form emerged from the shadows. The eyes flashed first before its grinning head poked forward. Its slouching body pulled itself into the light, the thinly stretched skin of its bulging chest shining and its black fingers clawing at the air absently. She gasped. Of course she recognized the creature that came forth, but she had never beheld it with such detail. Fully illuminated, the nightmarish thing was nearly too disturbing for Jenna to look upon. She now saw the tiny spines that protruded from its skin in many places, and the very tips of its grey horns that pierced upward through the great black wads of flesh on its head. Every dark and repulsive color of the thing, from the dangling skin under the pits of its arms to its hanging erection at its crotch, was mottled and blotched together like the mold on a piece of old bread. Its terrible grin seemed to almost snarl as its fleshy cheeks quivered. Still, its most striking feature was the pair of lidless eyes, which flitted this way and that flashing in the fluorescent light of the kitchen. When they fell upon her, Jenna's blood turned to ice. "Jenna, run," Danny hissed. Ethan's eyes shot over to glare at his brother. His jaw stretched low and wide and his tongue wriggled in his maw as he let forth a rumbling whine. Jenna did not move. "It's done, Ethan," Danny spat. "This... this is insane. We... shouldn't even exist. Our family is demented! Look at what it's done to us!" Ethan studied his brother calmly, but his breath was a rumble of thunder in his chest. Then, he cut his eyes over at Jenna, who was cowering in a corner of the kitchen counter. She swore she saw his features soften. Something settled inside of her like a feather atop in a pile of dead leaves. "You're not going to take her," Danny growled. Ethan dropped his jaw impossibly wide and hissed once more. It was a frightening spectacle to behold in the light. A horrid smell filled the room. Danny aimed the pistol towards his deformed brother with a long trembling hand, and braced for the recoil. "Danny don't!" Jenna could not believe the words even as she spoke them. "Please... s-stop this!" She sobbed. Danny's mutated head twisted to look at her. She saw his lipless teeth grinding in his skull. "Have you lost it?" He said. Jenna shook her head slowly. Tears trickled from her watery eyes. She did not know what had come over her, but she continued. She could not bear anymore hurt or death. She could not watch Ethan shot down like a dog. "No... it's... he's not all bad... I mean, I don't-" "Jenna, he'll kill you," Danny said sternly. "He'll kill you, and he'll eat you, and he'll suck the flesh from your bones! That's what he is! That's what we are! Nothing else!" "No!" Jenna protested. She took a few steps to position herself between the deformed brothers. Her lip trembled as she searched for the words to say, but none seemed to form nor find their way past the knot in her throat. "Didn't you see any of his pets down there?" Danny yelled, his long tongue having trouble remaining in his mouth. "He never keeps them long!" She shook her head. "No! Please, he... he won't hurt me!" Without warning, Danny's long arm flew up and knocked her aside. He screamed something to her, but his voice was drowned out by a deafening bellow of rage. Sliding on the tile, Jenna finally regained her balance to witness the two monstrosities locked in a furious struggle. Jenna screamed, though she wasn't sure why. Her brain seemed to have lost function of thought and reason.