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I Spy

By: nasty1



Note-This also has implied incest. This is the first part in what will be a series of stories.

My name is Bob and I'm 22. I had just moved in to a house in Queens. I was unloaded the truck when a lovely blonde came over. I was unpacking when I heard a female say something. "What?"

"Need any help?" she repeated.

"That would be nice, thanks."

She walked over to me and held out a hand. Her boobs bounced when she walked. "Name's Tina."

"Bob, nice to me you." I took her hand. Her complexion was wonderful. Silky olive-white skin. 23, I figured. 5 ft 4, thin lips. Her body was AMAZING. She was fairly slim with a nice waist, and long legs. She was a spitting image of Gwyneth Paltrow, with around 10 extra pounds.

The beauty went to the truck and lifted a box. Her ass was lovely. A slight curve that giggled when she walked. I was glad I had sunglasses on, because that way it would be hard for her to catch stares. I walked to my Jeep and grabbed a chair. I was the first to strike up a conversation. "So, how long have you lived here?"

"All my life."

"Which is...?"

"24 years." 

I was close.

"Have a sports team?"

"Being from Queens, Yankees. Derek Jeter is a fox.

Getting bol know, I asked, "Boyfriend?"

"None of your business, but, yes, I do."

DAMN IT!!!

"How about you?"

"Boyfriend? I grinned, "No, not me."

She laughed. "You know what I mean."

"No, afraid not. If you don't mind my saying so, you have a lovely laugh.

"Way, thank you. That surprises me, no girlfriend. You're a good looking guy."

I blushed, "No, I think not."

"The hell you say. My, if I didn't have a boyfriend, I would go out with you."

"Why, that's sweet of you to say."

She put down the lawn chair she had. "Well, since your new to the Slums, would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night? I can introduce you to some of the people in my apartment."

"That would be nice of you. I would be delighted."

"Great, say 7."

"7 it is." I shook her hand. "It was nice to meet you Tina, and thanks for the help."

"It was nothing, but your welcome, Bob. See you tomorrow night."

"It's a date," I smiled.

The blonde lovely turned around and walked back to her place. I watched as she walked away. DAMN, whoever her boyfriend was is a VERY lucky guy. When she was out of sight, I got a chair from the "luggage," and went upstairs. I wasn't THAT out of shape. I decided that I was going to catch up on my reading. I looked in a box of my book collection and decided on a Stephen King novel.

I opened the book, and was about to read it, when I noticed something across the street. I put the book down and got my binoculars. Right across from me, Tina was letting in a man. He was the spitting image of Tom Cruise. The 2 kissed. Must be the boyfriend. His hands went to Tina's ass. My crotch was getting uncomfortable against my jeans. With one hand I unzipped them and freed my cock.

"HEY!" I heard someone say. 

I frantically looked around, but finally decided it must have been a cop, or something. This was NY after all. Calming down, I peeked at the 2 lovers again. Tiny had her shirt off, and I could tell she had a white bra on. The boyfriend quickly took care of that. DAMN IT, TINA, turn around, I thought. Just as I was thinking it, She must have been reading my mind, because she grabbed the guy and switched positions. I almost dropped the binoculars. 

The blonde's breasts were massive. Not as enormous as a D, so I figured C. The boyfriend frantically was kissing Tina as he groped her boobs. I was pumping madly at my hard-on. The boyfriend was getting wild with the vixen. He pushed her on the bed, and pulled his shirt off. Tina was taking her pants off. DAMN, I wanted to see her pussy. Getting her blouse and panties off, she was turning her man on by fucking her pussy. The boyfriend got on the bed next to her and was kissing her body. 

Her started at her breasts and went down until he was at her bush. Tina was obviously in heaven. I could tell that she was moaning. He was furiously lapping up her cunt. Tina put a hand on his head and said something to her man. I'm not perfect at reading lips, but I could have sworn she said, "Lick me, bro." Tina was a VERY naughty young women if I read her right. 

The "brother" was positioning his cock to Tina's pussy. He inched his way into Tina. Tina had her hands on her "brother's" ass and was helping him push inside her crotch. When fully inside, he rocked himself wildly. Tina was on cloud-9. She was busy playing with her lovely tits. The blonde's tongue emerged and she licked her tit. The guy looked like he was on the verge of cumming. Just as I thought that, he decreased his mad thrust. I figured that he was cumming. Finally, his thrusts stopped, and he pulled out of his "sister." Deciding that the fun was over, I put the binoculars on the floor and went back to my book.

To Be Continued...

I Spy



Hi there reader. This is a new story of mine, and is one of what will be many attempts to break out and try to write in a very different category to the ones I'm used to. I will be giving several categories a go, many of which I haven't ever written in before, or in some cases even thought about. I hope you enjoy the experiment! 

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Robyn sat on the edge of the beach, watching the waves crash upon the sand as the last few families packed up their towels and lifted tired little children into their arms. It was 5:45pm and the sun was setting, the sky turning from red and gold to a deep dark purple over the ocean. A boat passed by out in the distance, heading for the dock around the corner and of sight from the small stretch of shore. It was a beautiful, secluded place, with lush green grass and palm trees starting barely a dozen meters from the water, separating the soft sand from the winding mountain road.

Feeling the sun's fading rays on her face, Robyn leaned back on her hands and sighed happily to herself. Despite the late hour and the simple t-shirt and shorts she was wearing she didn't expect to feel cold anytime soon; it was a beautiful temperature, the sand felt wondrously hot between her toes, and a warm breeze was starting to blow as she swept her dark brown wavy hair over her shoulder.

Robyn's relaxed state had to do with a lot more than the weather, though. It had been a busy few weeks for her, and from the minute her girlfriend Abby started talking about a trip to the coast, Robyn was hooked. Her parents had been a little shocked when she finally admitted that she was "coming out" -- not to mention their surprise when they found out it was her best friend who she was romantically involved with. Robyn's parents had known the athletic, bubbly girl with strawberry blonde hair since they were both little children -- they were practically sisters growing up together -- so once their initial amazement wore off they were actually very accepting, but it had been an emotional time for all of them. For Robyn, it was also another big step towards coming to terms with her new lifestyle; she owed Abby that much. The younger girl had loved her for the better part of their teenage lives.

The next step was moving into a new place together. Robyn was turning 21 in a few months, had started university and felt it was a good time to leave the nest, and it really wasn't too hard since Abby had been saving up to get her own apartment anyway, so they had plenty to spare. At that point though most of her old friends had been able to work out what was going on between the two of them. It didn't bother most, but one or two hadn't spoken to her since. Robyn was unpacking her massive game and DVD collection when Abby had come home from a run and noticed the low mood in the air.

"Saw that creepy old guy by the lake again," Abby said, putting down her hat and grabbing a glass of water. Robyn smiled.

"Could you almost hear him licking his lips this time?"

"Oh ha ha, very funny. Maybe you should come with me tomorrow morning," Abby smirked, pushing up her boobs with her hands. "I don't get much shake with these beautiful B's...but maybe your curvy D's will get his eyes off my ass!" She winked at Robyn, sitting down on the couch and throwing a pillow at her as she released her long straight hair from the ponytail she wore. "Not that you need the exercise...I like your sexy little curves right where they are thankyou!" Robyn laughed quietly. She had recently gotten a new bra that was a cup larger and had found it to be much more comfortable; Abby had joked about her toeing the line between Cs and Ds for the last few months and often said how her wishes had come true at last when Robyn accepted she was the larger size. Robyn knew she was joking around but at the time her mood just didn't want to lift. Abby smiled at her, but then leaned forward, a look of concern on her face.

"Is everything OK?" she asked. "You really haven't been yourself since yesterday afternoon."

"It's nothing, just...well, I haven't heard back from Kayley, and..."

"Oh, yeah...her parents were always strict with her about saying her prayers," Abby said bitterly. She then looked back at Robyn, her voice softening. "I'm sorry. Give it time; I'm sure Kayley will remember you're still her friend soon."

Robyn nodded, but Abby had been able to tell there was still doubt in her mind.

"Hey, I have an idea. You've been under a lot of pressure lately, and I think you need a break." Abby sat down on the floor next to Robyn, taking her hands and looking into her brown eyes.

"How about we bring the last boxes of your things over here, jump in the car and go somewhere nice, what do you say?" Abby smiled, kissing Robyn's hands. "Look, we said we'd take some time off work to get everything sorted and unpack your stuff, but really we've done most of it already...we need a vacation!"

"But where? Where would we go?"

"Well, it's getting warmer now, so...how about the coast? There's a beautiful seaside town I know of..."

Abby was cut off mid sentence as Robyn wrapped her arms around the slim young girl and kissed her light pink lips, rolling around on the lounge room floor together. Within two days they had found a place to stay and were packed and ready to go. Robyn still hadn't heard from some of her friends, but for the time being none of it mattered; she and her girlfriend were staying in a beautiful beachside town on their first vacation together, away from everything and everyone.

As Robyn waited for Abby to fetch a bottle of their favourite wine from the car -- a surprise, she had said, saved for a special moment -- the last few tourists disappeared around the edge of the path leading out of the bay, and as she found herself completely alone on a quiet beach in front of a red and gold sunset she closed her eyes, thinking excitedly about their new life together.

Splash! Hmm...not quite alone. Robyn opened her eyes and looked down at the water's edge, where a ripple was still moving out. Then a figure broke the surface, taking a breath and treading water. She could only see the person's head, but she thought it was a woman. As she watched, the person swam a few metres then plunged under again, disappearing from view.

Robyn kept watching the water, wondering where they would surface. She saw movement at the edge of the shallows as the person surfaced again, this time standing up in the waist deep water and Robyn knew it was a woman. Her pale blue bikini was stretched modestly over a pair of round, C cup breasts and her long brown hair trailed at least halfway down her back. As she watched, the woman -- no, girl, she must have barely been out of her teens -- walked out of the water and up onto the sand, turning and sitting down on a black and white towel and taking a sip from a drink bottle.

Robyn found herself staring at her. It wasn't like she was doing anything wrong, but...she couldn't help feel a little guilty spying on this girl. She was about to turn away when the girl set the bottle down and leaned forward, hugging her legs and resting her chin on her knees, staring at the ocean. She's sad, Robyn realized. The girl tugged at her hair, pulling it over one shoulder and stroking it in her hands, lost in thought. Robyn had a strange urge to go down there and put her arm around her.

As she thought this, the girl stood up again, readjusting her bikini on her slender hips and bending over to brush the sand off her towel, showing off a perky little backside. The view made Robyn's thoughts change from comforting the girl to something else entirely. Woah, where did that come from? She walked down to the edge of the water and slowly stepped in, moving with the kind of smooth fluidness that came from living in the water all her life. She brushed her hair back over her shoulder, took a breath, and dived under, her bum poking up slightly as her legs kicked and she vanished. Five seconds later Robyn was still staring at the spot where her bikini clad cheeks had disappeared under the waves.

Robyn was still getting used to the idea of being in a relationship with a girl. She didn't just wake up and decide that she would start checking out boobs and bums during a night on the town; Abby was the girl for her, and it was Abby's body that she was attracted to. Besides, the two of them lived inland and mainly enjoyed skiing, camping and hiking -- as such, neither of them had a lot of interest in beach babes. But now she sat on a deserted stretch of sand, watching a very attractive girl in a bikini, and if Robyn was being honest with herself...she was having trouble controlling her emotions. Her mind wandered to diving in with the girl, watching her turn at the sound of the splash with a smile on her face...

A splash brought Robyn back to the real world, where the mystery girl had surfaced and was flicking her hair back. Robyn imagined she could see the girl looking right at her as she did it, twisting her long hair in her hands, smiling. Robyn watched the girl pause in the shallow water, her hands reaching up past those perfectly round breasts to untie the top of the bikini, dropping it into the water as moved casually closer to the water's edge. She couldn't explain it, but Robyn's own hands were automatically pulling at the ties on her shorts, her fingers slipping inside to touch the wet spot that was forming on her undies. The girl turned around, looking over her shoulder at Robyn as she pulled on her bathers, bending over slightly as the waistband slipped down over her ass. Robyn stifled a moan as the girl pulled them down and threw them away, parting her legs slightly. Robyn wished she could catch the bathers as her hand rubbed the wet patch of her panties, the girl turning back around to face her, revealing pink, hard nipples as she stepped up onto the beach, her hand dropping below her belly to her...

"Beautiful, isn't it?" said the girl. But it was a more familiar voice. Robyn shook off the daydream and looked up to see Abby standing over her with the bottle of wine and some glasses, her emerald eyes framed by loose strands of her strawberry blonde hair. Her glance flicked down to Robyn's hand in her crotch before she could hide it. Robyn blushed madly as she saw the girl paddling in the ocean, her bikini still firmly in place.

"I see you started the party without me," Abby murmured, a cheeky smirk on her face. Robyn inexplicably had a sudden urge to please her, so she scooted over to the edge of the towel and grabbed Abby's shorts, pulling them down and making Abby squeal. Robyn leaned in and planted kisses on her smooth athletic thighs and up towards her panties. Abby dropped the bottle and glasses and reached down to run her fingers through Robyn's wavy hair.

"Wow, this I did NOT expect, but...mmmm...that feels nice," Abby murmured. She closed her eyes and pushed her hips forward, enjoying the sensation of soft fingers running up and down her thighs, ruby lips getting ever closer to her panties. She shivered as Robyn planted one long, hungry kiss on her mound.

"I need to taste this."

"Ahh, then...don't make me wait any longer, please..."

With one quick motion Robyn yanked on Abby's panties, tearing them slightly as she pulled them down to the younger girl's ankles. Robyn's fingers slowly moved up Abby's thigh and very gently pressed against her wondrously soft folds. Abby's legs shivered as those sweet full lips moved in again, placing a very soft, barely contained kiss on her pussy. She moaned as a wet tongue found its way to her entrance, gently flicking back and forth the way she loved.

"Ohhhh...Robyn, don't hold back...I want it, I'm so ready."

"Needed this pretty bad, have you?"

"You have no idea, really...please Robyn..."

Robyn didn't care if they were in the open. The only person around was down in the water swimming, and Robyn wasn't worried if she saw them at all, in fact, she almost hoped they would be spotted by the mystery girl. She licked up through those tender folds and swirled her tongue around Abby's clit, gripping the girl's round yet amazingly tight asscheeks in her hands. Abby's thighs began to shake as she was already close to orgasm. Robyn could hear her lover's breath quickening, slender fingers pulling lightly on her hair as Abby gasped and moaned above her. She hungrily slid her tongue up and down Abby's pussy as her hands gripped Robyn's hair even tighter.

"Oh god, Robyn, oh shit, I'm...uhh, uhhh!!!" Abby pressed a hand over her mouth, trying to stay quiet as Robyn moaned, sending vibrations through Abby's pussy. It was too much for the girl and she came hard, shaking furiously and hugging the Robyn's head to her lap. Robyn could taste Abby's sweet release on her lips and slid her tongue over her entrance, gripping her asscheeks and pressing her lips lovingly against her folds.

Abby wrapped her arms around Robyn's shoulders and slowly sank to her knees, kissing her hard on the lips. Robyn returned the kiss, her hands moving over the other girl's ass and up her back, holding her close.

"That didn't take long," Robyn murmured cheekily as the younger girl panted, her cheeks a rosy red. "Been saving up for me have you?"

"Oh God Robyn, I just...I'll explain later, right now I think you deserve some special treatment of your own." Abby gently eased Robyn back onto the towel and tugged on her pants, pulling them down slowly. Robyn leaned back on her hands to watch her as Abby lowered her head to her pussy, licking at it softly at first, then taking longer licks, dragging the flat of her tongue over Robyn's folds and her clit. Robyn shivered and bit her lip, her fingers holding onto the towel as Abby's tongue touched her wetness and dipped inside her. She tried not to moan too loudly as she arched her back with pleasure.

When Robyn looked back down at her lover, gripping Abby's hair in her hand, she spied the mystery girl behind her standing up in the water, her hands wringing out her hair and looking around, showing off her womanly curves. She must not have seen them, because she reached up and started to untie her bikini like in Robyn's dream...except this wasn't a dream anymore. Robyn blushed, watching the girl reveal her round, gorgeous breasts, letting them hang naturally. She dipped down into the water and Robyn watched as the girl pulled down her bikini bottoms, her lower half still under the surface, then stood again, walking out onto the beach with her bikini dangling from her hand, the water running down her body. Robyn heart was beating madly as the girl stepped out of the surf completely naked, her hair draped down her back, giving Robyn a full glimpse of that perfect body, the luscious curve of her hips leading down her long smooth legs...

Nip. Gasping, Robyn looked down to see that Abby had gently nibbled on her clit, and was now following her gaze over to the sand, where the girl had come onto the stretch of deserted beach and was starting to dry herself off. Abby looked back at her and smirked, licking long and roughly at Robyn's pussy.

"Spying on a naked stranger? Naught naughty," she murmured. Robyn was overcome with desire and grabbed her girlfriend, pulling her up on top of her and mashing her lips against Abby's, their tongues swirling together. Robyn kissed her furiously as she felt Abby grind her hips into Robyn's lap, taking the young girl's hand and sliding it down her body, their fingers brushing through the soft brown hair that adorned her pussy. Robyn broke the kiss and lay back on the towel, biting her lip as Abby rubbed her delicate fingers over her clit while leaning down to kiss Robyn's neck, flicking her tongue over it.

Robyn's hands went around her lover's back as she tilted her head, offering more of her neck to kiss. Her toes curled in the sand at her feet as Abby ran her fingers over her folds, biting her lip to keep quiet. She felt Abby's finger press lightly at her entrance before suddenly plunging in and a cry of pleasure escaped her lips before she could hush herself. Frightened, but excited, she glanced over her lover's shoulder at the mystery girl. The naked beauty had her head up and was looking around, as thought she'd heard something. She was looking almost directly at the spot they had picked, half hidden amongst the grass and sand hills. Robyn bit down a squeal as she felt another finger ease into her, a warm hand moving its way up under her shirt to rub one of her ample breasts, cupping it and playing with the hard nipple.

The girl went back to drying her amazing body off, apparently oblivious to the two people further up the beach in the tall grass. As Robyn gripped handfuls of her girlfriend's hair, she watched their only witness pull a loose sleeveless top over her gorgeous breasts, wrap a sarong around her hips, covering her womanhood, and walk slowly away, her bum softly rocking with each step, until she was out of sight.

"Is she gone, my love?" Abby asked. Robyn blushed, nodding as she realized Abby knew she had been watching the girl. She had to bite her lip harder as Abby slid her fingers deeper into her pussy, spreading her legs to open herself up to her lover. Abby took advantage of this and worked her fingers in and out of the older girl, pulling up her t-shirt and taking a hard, pink nipple in her mouth. Robyn cried out in pleasure, unable to hold on any more as Abby sucked on her nipple, her tongue flicking back and forth rapidly while her free hand caressed her other breast. Robyn gripped Abby's hair and pulled her pink lips to her own ruby ones, kissing her hard and wrapping her arms tightly around her hot body as she rode a wave of heat exploding between her legs. Abby didn't slow down as Robyn closed her eyes and buried her face in her neck, weeping and sobbing with pleasure as she screamed her name.

After a minute or so Robyn had began to calm down, her thighs shaking madly on either side of Abby's hand. Her legs parted and Abby half fell on top of her, kissing the panting girl as she shivered with pleasure. They held each other, the younger girl with strawberry blonde hair gently stroking and caressing Robyn's exposed breasts while Robyn's hand drifted back down to rest lightly on her lover's tight little bum.

"Did you like her?" Abby asked. "The girl in the water I mean."

Robyn blushed slightly, sighing as she looked down at the ocean lapping the sand. "Well, honestly she's the only girl I've really taken any notice of other than you. But it doesn't matter...she was just a girl in the water, nothing more." She felt Abby's arms wrap around her and knew it was ok. Snuggling into her girlfriend, she smiled and added, "She was cute though."

"Indeed she was, very cute..."

Robyn looked up, something in Abby's voice triggering a wet feeling between her already soaked legs. Abby just smiled, but Robyn knew that smile, and that voice. Robyn knew exactly what they meant.

"Well, we're here to have fun aren't we?"

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Well, there it is: a different kind of story than I'm used to writing, and for a different audience too! I will be adding other stories in different categories really soon, but in the meantime if you liked this one you are welcome to send me some feedback, and perhaps I will write another! I actually have a few more planned for this particular couple...so if you want to know what happens next please let me know, and I'll get it written! 



I Spy



It was a late afternoon day. The sun was past its height of intensity, and the haze along the beach was thick and heavy with humidity.

I had just ridden my horse along the surf, relishing the feeling of a connection with the great beast that was below me. The wind in my face helped considerably to ease the sweltering heat of the day.

I found myself at the mouth of a small stream that ran off into the forest, and feeling adventurous, steered my horse in its direction. It wasn’t long before the trees and bushes became too thick for me to guide my horse safely through, so I dismounted and continued on foot. The forest seemed to breathe from the soft wind, whispering through the bows of the enormous trees that seemed to tower over me.

I came to a secluded area where the stream opened up to a small pond. The wind did little to disturb the glass like surface of this seemingly perfect body of water. I decided to sit next to this wonder of nature and relax, drinking in the view. I just sat there transfixed at the view, when something out of the corner of my eye caused me to shift my direction.

There off to my right, was a woman wearing a white dress, with long flowing dark hair.

She seemed oblivious to my being there, and walked to the edge of the pond, dipping her exquisite foot into the crystal clear surface, causing a ripple in the water, that seemed to travel right to my side of the pond. I felt like somewhat of a voyeur, spying on this lady of the woods, but her simplistic beauty gave me no other option but to continue to watch in silence.

She looked around absentmindedly, as if looking to see if she was alone. I found myself leaning back from her gaze, not wanting her to see me and run off. It seemed to work, for the next thing I saw was this sensuous siren slowly undo the buttons of her angelically white dress. My heart jumped into my throat as it slid off her shoulders, exposing her soft white skin, and I continued to catch my breath, it slid off completely, exposing her lacey bra and matching high cut panties. In my life, I had never seen such a sight such as this strange woman standing there, clothed only in her undergarments. I felt my manhood start to swell as she slowly waded into the water.

I found myself move strategically closer, being careful not to step on any fallen limbs, not unlike a hunter stalking his prey, but for me my eyes would devour this creature and keep it in my mind as a trophy.

As I continue to watch she slowly reaches behind her and unclasps her bra, exposing

The most beautiful breasts I had ever seen in my entire life. The way the sun caressed the

milky skin of her breasts caused my mouth to go instantly dry, longing to touch, and kiss these wondrous visions before my hungry gaze. She then slid into the pond, like a mermaid returning to the sea. Graciously as a swan she covered the short distance to the other side, seemingly floating across the water. Oh how I longed to join her in Mother Natures grasp, but for fear of her running away, thinking I was some kind of pervert, my feet remained firmly planted next to the trunk of a large tree, seemingly chained there as if by the roots of the very tree I hid behind.

It wasn’t long before she returns to her point of entry, slowly rising out of the water, with the water glistening off her soft skin like small diamonds. The sight of her was enhanced by the way the material of her panties clung to her bottom, like a second skin draped over her bottom half.

She stood there for a moment, letting the soft wind caress her wet skin, leaning her head back, much like a woman would to a lover who was setting her skin ablaze with his hungry touch. She seemed lost in a thought of past passions, for her hands traveled up her sides, softly stroking the naked flesh, causing her nipples to become erect. She continued her touches, gently cupping her breasts in her soft hands, feeling the areas of her body only she and her lover could possibly know would bring such a response such as the obvious response she was feeling.

My manhood was bursting forth in my shorts and I had to free it, for fear of it bursting. The wind felt like the warm breath of a woman as my manhood was freed from its confines, almost reaching out to this lovely woman before me.

I continued to watch her as she slowly bent forward to remove her wet panties. Her bottom was so perfectly proportioned, with soft curves that seemed to form a heart shape. Her womanhood was covered by a soft tuft of hair, seemingly softer than the hair of an angel, with a heavenly secret hidden in its curls. She stood there, seemingly lost in the feeling of being totally free of the confines of restricting clothing, and free to feel Nature as it was meant to be felt. Her mouth opened slightly, and I could almost hear the soft moan escape her lips, as her hands explored the softness of her body. Her hands moved much as mine would when presented with such a wondrous creature to touch and feel, and to melt into one with.

I found my own hands touching myself much in tune with her movements, my eyes slightly closed, imagining that my nerve would allow me to approach such a woman, and feel, rather than watch her touches.

As my gaze returned to her, she had laid down in the soft grass, legs slightly open, and her eyes seemed to drift closed as if someone falling asleep, but from the way her hands continued to touch herself, I could tell she was having visions not unlike my own of a lover replacing her hands with his own. Gently I move ever so quietly closer, feeling her heat seemingly emanating from her as my heart races at the sight before me.

As I get closer , I notice that she has laid next to some wildflowers, that seemed to pale in comparison to her beauty, but somehow only add to the painting only a man of wondrous ability could even begin to imagine to paint.

I am almost standing above her as her hands explore her most secret and tingling places, touching the soft folds of her womanhood, feeling its wetness as she thinks of her lover, of how he touches her this way and makes her feel so complete.

As I continue to watch, her eyes open slightly, she sees me, and as if still dreaming of her lover, slowly opens her arms to beckon me forward. I am shocked at my good fortune, and slowly lie down beside her, feeling her warm soft skin touch mine, sending shockwaves along my skin. She pulls my head down to hers, and I gently place a soft kiss on her lips. The taste of her lips is far greater than any wine ever created, leaving me feeling somewhat intoxicated. I continue the kiss, as my hands feel the softness of her body, gliding along its surface much in the way she was doing it earlier, sensing that this was how she liked to be touched. 

She seems pleased by my way of thinking, for she moans softly, like a symphony of sounds only a lover could appreciate. She is responsive to my touches and she slowly runs her fingers along my stomach, slowly, almost painfully so, to my swollen member. Her dainty hand grasps its hardness, causing a moan to escape my lips as she slowly strokes its length. My mouth travels down her face lightly kisses first her cheek, then her chin as my mouth moistens as I make my way to her breasts. As I reach them, her nipples are erect, almost pleading to be kissed as I place my lips on one, then the other. Seemingly like magic, they become more pronounced, almost begging for more, as my tongue slowly circles them, my strange woman arches her back, gently tightening her grasp on me, as her senses become alive as if by a force of their own.

She smiles up at me as my mouth continues its magic on her, making her feel as only a woman can, and for that matter, should. She shows her appreciation by increasing her tempo on my manhood. I fear that all this excitement and foreplay may cause me to lose control too soon, so I raise up slightly, and slowly whisper in her ear that I would love to taste her. She seems surprised that a man would offer such a wonderful present, but seems quite eager to offer her to me.

I smile seductively as I slowly kiss a trail down her stomach, gently nibbling, and licking my way closer to her wetness.

As I approach her womanhood, I am taken aback by the heavenly scent of her excitement. My heart races and senses reel at the smell of her sex, and I have to use every ounce of control to keep from diving in, for I know a woman such as this needs to be eased into it. I kiss the folds along her womanhood, tasting the Ambrosia like nectar that has escaped from her. Moaning softly as my tongue slides along her slit, lapping softly at first, then with increased enthusiasm, for I know she is not far from the wonderful throes of orgasm. I increase my rhythm as I feel her body start to stiffen up as her first orgasm rips through her body causing her to scream out her true feelings. She is quite flushed from her volcanic bliss, as it gently subsides, her body still tingly as she smiles up at me, and pulls me to her.

I gently raise myself above her as her hands once again reaches for my erect member, and to my delight she slowly slides the head of it along her moist opening before guiding it inside her. I gently move forward, allowing just the head to enter her, pausing long enough for her to adjust to the thickness before sliding the length of it deep inside her velvety glove.

My nerves are on fire as I feel her womanhood grasp my member tightly in its grasp as I slowly move back and forth. She matches my rhythm with enthusiasm, grinding her body to mine as we move in a heavenly ballet of lovers, feeling as one as we flow to the motions of our bodies.

My own excitement is building at a feverish pace as I piston in and out of her, gazing into her soft brown eyes, seeing into her soul as our bodies strive for the mutual pleasure that is not far from our grasp. I feel as if this woman and I are soul mates as we stare into each other’s eyes feeling a bond between us as only lovers can.

Soon I feel my own orgasm building and my pace becomes a blur as I wish nothing more that to have this beautiful princess reach her height of pleasure as I do.

I moan loudly as I feel my seed shoot forth, filling her with my hot fluid just as her womanhood pulses around me signaling her reaching the peak of orgasm.

We fall together as one, panting , and glistening form the heat we generated with our lovemaking. I feel her softness next to mine and smile at the afternoon I know I will not soon forget.

Suddenly I awake with a start. I gather my surrounding and find that I am lying alone next to the pond. I quickly get up and look around, searching for my secret lover, but alas, she is nowhere to be seen.

Did I imagine it? I wonder as I gather my things and head back to my horse. When I return to the animal I reach for the reigns, suddenly aware of something tied to it.

I undo it from the reigns and hold it up. It is the pair of panties from my secret lover. I hold them close to me, and realize it couldn’t have been a dream after all as a smile creases my face. A dream? More that you will ever know.



I Spy 2: Dinner Time



What a display, I thought, as I rang the doorbell of my neighbor. Who on earth was that guy? I was hoping to find out.

"Hi. Glad you could make it." Tina was STUNNING! Her long blonde hair was curled. The beauty was wearing a silky black dress. "Please, come in." I just stood their, shocked at her beauty. "Come in," she repeated, grabbing my wrist and shoving me in. "Boyfriend, remember."

"I'm sorry. Your just SO LOVELY!"

"Whatever." she snorted.

Just as I was sitting down on the couch, a man walked in. "Oh. I didn't know you had company."

"Bob, this is Steve.

"Pleasure," Steve extended his hand. "I'm the squirts brother."

BINGO! So my neighbor is into incest. Interesting. I'll have to remember that. "Nice to meet you." 

"Well, I gotta go." he exclaimed, as he grabbed his coat and walked out the door.

Turning to the gorgeous blonde, I said, "So, what's the eats?" Just then, the doorbell rang.

"Well...to be honest, I can't cook." She opened the door. "How much?"

"$13.50." 

Tina paid him and shot the door with her foot. "Pizza."

"Fine with me." I shrugged.

Bending over the table, the lovely women put the box down.

I just stood their, glancing at her beautiful round ass. HOT DAMN! I wanted her SO much. Instead of fucking Tina, I sat down.

"What's your fancy?"

You, I thought. "Pepperoni."

My neighbor cut a slice and put it on my paper plate. She cut a piece for her, too. 

At least we like the same baseball team and topping, I noted. As she seated herself, the women's large breast giggled in the silky material. I hope she doesn't see my hard-on. We ate in peace and chatted about the weather, sports, movies and movies. As we finished, I realized Tina and I had a lot in common. "That was delicious. Thanks."

"Don't mention it." she muttered. 

Was that her foot on my leg? "I..uh, I mean, I thought you had a boyfriend."

"Oh, I do. However, that doesn't mean I can't fool around." She massaged my leg and slid her foot to my crotch. "Hum, seems like we have a stiff woody." She got up and seductively came over to me. "Fuck me." Before I was able to respond, she passionately kissed me. Her lips her soft like her silk dress.

My hands slowly fondled her stomach and halted on her melons. I could tell this sexy young women didn't have a bra on. Her tits were large against the fabric. I squeezed both of them

"UM," she moaned.

My hands clawed her shoulder straps, and I flung her dress to the floor. The rest of her body was AMAZING! She had a shaved pussy and WONDERFULLY curved ass. Standing up, I unbuttoned my fly and pulled off my Jeans.

Tina helped with my satin boxers. "WOW! Is that hard cock for me?"

Without answering, I shoved her flat on the table.

"Ready bitch? Her it comes." I guided my dick to her lips and shoved the entire thing up her wet box.

"Oh, fuck. Yeah. Cum inside my pussy. Make me scream."

As I was thrusting my hardness into Tina, I noticed a figure at the door. Was that Steve? I grinned at him. He was jerking off like a wild man.

"FUCK ME!! I LOOVEE IT!!!" With each word, she thrust her hips harder on my cock. 

"You like that, nasty whore.

"OH YEAH." the beauty howled. "I'M A SLUTTY FUCKING WHORE!!! YESS!! CUM IN MY DIRTY CUNT. She whaled. "I WANT IT. Tina commanded.

"NASTY DIRTY FUCK."

Steve was playing madly with his cock and balls. I gave him a nasty smile and winked. I think he knew what I was intending to do.

"OH, SHIT. I'M CUUMMINNGGG." my neighbor screamed. The blonde humped my cock one last time before exploding around my cock. "AHHHHHH!" 

I, also, erupted in the women's tunnel. "AHHHHHH." Pulling my limp dick out of her, I said, "Damn, that was AWESOME. One of the greatest fucks I've ever had."

"Well, I'm glad." She turned around so her jugs were facing her brother. "Come in, Steve."

She knew. The short-haired blond walked into her kitchen and gave us both a wide grin. 

This was the greatest invitation to dinner yet, I thought, as her "boyfriend" kissed his sister.



I Spy



My husband and I have just recently opened our relationship up to another female. Of course, this was discussed for quite some time before deciding to allow it and also a lengthy study into which that person would be.

After several nights of going out and secretly interviewing women, we decided on "Barbie". We gave her that nickname because her body is perfect in every way. Really, the only difference is the hair color. She is a brunette.

The main reason we invited this woman into our lives was because of my husband wanting to watch me being eaten out by another woman while he beat off.

The last time we had our party, we started talking about filming our pleasurable encounter for our own viewing. Well, that leads to this story.

We had the camera put in actually unknowing to me and Barbie. My husband had filmed us several times before I stumbled upon its location and films. 

I had come home from classes early one day to get something, when digging through our storage closet I almost knocked the camera over. Next to the stand was a bag of tapes with dates. I decided to check out the video. I had put a tape in and when I saw us on the bed and what we were doing, I was a little pissed at first. The more I watched, the hornier I got. It was definitely arousing. I had been watching the tape for about 10 minutes when I heard a car door. I looked out the window and saw my husband home. I had been told he wouldn't be in from work until after 9 that night. I took the tape and got in the closet to see what he was doing here. 

He came in the room and got some clothes and turned the water on in the shower when the doorbell rang. I heard him talking and almost jumped out of the closet when he and Barbie walked into the room. 

Our agreement to involving another person was no secret meetings, especially him and her. Realizing I had been betrayed, I started thinking of ways to get even. My husband goes in to take a shower and Barbie goes to fix them a drink. I put in a new tape and start recording. The drinks didn't even get touched after James got out of the shower. Barbie took James' towel from around his waste and told him how long she had been waiting to have him to herself. He tells her to prove it. With that, Barbie goes to her knees and starts rubbing his cock. She gives it a few light kisses and proceeds with a blowjob. After a few minutes James stops her and leads her to the bed. He lay on his back and Barbie backs up. She slowly starts undressing in a striptease kind of way. Obviously, enjoying this James immediately gets rock hard. She saunters back to the bed, crawls on and goes back to giving my husband a blowjob. 

I am trying to hide the fact I am watching and very pissed at that moment.

James starts massaging her tits while telling her how great the blowjob feels and he wants her to swallow his load. She nods and continues sucking. When she starts deepthroating him I know it will only be a few minutes before he unloads on her tonsils. Sure enough, on cue he screams and his body starts jerking. I have to give Barbie credit, she swallowed every last drop and didn't stop sucking until his pecker was cleaned of any leftovers.

Barbie was so turned on; you could see the juices trickling down the inside of her legs. She crawls her way to his face and straddles it. The first time his tongue touched her box, she moaned with pleasure. His tongue was like a torpedo going in and out and all around her clit. Barbie must have liked it because she started screaming "Oh God" over and over. Another minute went by and she exploded, her juices covering his face as he lapped them up as fast as he could. James gets up and gets behind her and sticks his already hard again dick in her puss. Slowly at first then picking up speed, he pounds her until they both climax again. James tells Barbie he has to get back to work before I get home. They get dressed and leave together.

After I came out of the closet I realized how wet I was from all the excitement. I found my trusty toy and had an orgasm myself before I left.

The next night we were meeting. I bought new lingerie that day and decided to take my time getting ready. I shaved my pussy bald for this meeting, wanting them both to be drooling at the sight of me. I knew Barbie was there because I heard the doorbell while in the bathroom. I walked out in my new garters and belt with crotch less panties, and my bra that didn't cover anything just lifted. James was in mid-sentence when I came out and all he could so was stare. I walked into the room and up to him. I told him I knew his little secret and he would be dealt with later. He was so shocked all he could do was nod his head. I told them to follow me. Once in the bedroom, I told them to sit I wanted to show them something. I picked up the remote to the VCR and pushed play. The picture was of the blowjob the other day. Neither of them said anything. I walked to the closet door and opened it. I told them tonight was for me only and because of their indiscretion, they would not get off this round and if this happened again, we would not meet again and James would be so broke his next residence would be the cardboard box in the alley. 

Barbie started to say something, but I told her shut up and on her knees. She immediately did what she was told. I told James to sit in the chair after he took off his clothes. When he sat down I went behind the chair where I had put some rope and told him to put his hands behind the chair and tied them. That way while I was being tended to he couldn't jack off.

I went to Barbie and standing in front of her told her to eat me. She started licking my lips and tickling my clit, it definitely felt good. I was watching James as his dick started getting hard and then standing at full attention. You could tell he wanted to stroke his hard on. I grabbed the back off her head and shoved further into my cunt. It felt so good I started moaning and told her not to stop. Within a few minutes I had my first orgasm. I told Barbie to take off her clothes and get on all fours on the bed. I went to my drawer and got out the other purchase I had made that day, a 10 inch strap on. I looked at her and smiled. I was going to fuck her just like my husband did with me in the closet. I put it on and walked up to her. I told her to suck it before I tortured her other holes. She started sucking on my new dick. I slowly started rocking back and forth like I was fucking. I started picking up speed and made her gag a few times as I shoved it further down her throat. I pulled her mouth off and told her to turn around. She must have been excited also because her lips were covered in juices. I pushed my dick into her twat and started fucking her. I asked her if my dick felt as good as my husbands. She said yes, and then told me to fuck her harder. I started pumping faster, telling her I was going to make sure she never fucked my husband without my permission again. She was just about to come when I pulled out. She looked up and saw that I was done with the strap on. She started begging me to finish so she could get off. I laughed and said too bad. I took off my toy and went to the bed. I lie down and spread my legs wide telling her to eat pussy. She bent down and started tickling my clit again. She then added a finger fuck. I was getting so wet but told her to lie on her back. I straddled her face and she went back to work. I love the feel of a tongue on my clit and a finger or two in my box, it really makes me wet. I started grinding my pussy into her face and my hips were bucking. I was fucking her face like there was no tomorrow. She added another finger to my pussy which sent me over the edge. I screamed as my pussy exploded all over her face. I had to catch my breath before I could get off her, and then told her to get dressed and leave. There would be no more meetings until I called her. She said ok and left. 

My husband was still tied up and hard. I told him I was through with her but not him. I went to my toy drawer and pulled out a smaller vibrator. I walked to the chair and told my husband while I used my toy he was going to lick my ass. I untied his hands so he could spread my cheeks. I got back in front of him and bent over. He started licking my rim, I started moaning. I turned on my vibrator and started rubbing my clit with it. I was getting hot all over again. I told him to put a finger in my pussy. As he inserted a finger in that hole, he inserted his tongue in the other. This women, is the best feeling in the world in my book. Since my clit was already sensitive from my other two orgasms, it didn't take long before I came again. This time James cleaned my juices up. 

After he had finished, I told him no sex for a week and if he could be good I would arrange meeting with another surprise. I could see he was in need of some relief himself and informed him now he could jack off. A few strokes later, he shot his load and said good night.



I Spy



Sherry and I had always had an amazing sex life. There was little we hadn't tried and she was just an extremely adventurous and exciting woman. We also both love masturbation; either masturbating each other or ourselves. I knew that she masturbated when I wasn't able to be with her and I also knew that the way she did it alone would be totally different for how she did it when we were together. For years I wanted to be the 'fly on the wall' when she masturbated alone. I had such wonderful visions of what she would look like. So, I made a plan. She knew that I would be leaving town for a few days and all I had to do was add an extra day on to the trip and hope for the best. I told her that I would return on Saturday morning.

I snuck back into town early Friday afternoon and got home with lots of time to spare. It couldn't have been a more perfect day. The weather had been extremely hot and Sherry was always at her very horniest during hot weather so I was absolutely sure she would want to masturbate as soon as she got home from work.

I was hiding in my closet with the door open just a crack and had a perfect view of the bed. Like clockwork, she arrived home at 4:45 PM. She came into the bedroom and immediately shed all her clothes. I could sense from the way she was removing her clothes that I was right in my assumption. 

Then she left the room and headed for the bathroom. I heard the shower go on and my heart dropped – she also loved to masturbate in the shower and I might miss the whole thing. Oh well, if I did then there would always be another time. I heard her in the shower and she was singing her heart out. A few minutes later I could hear her changing the pattern on the showerhead and I knew what was about to happen. The pulsating showerhead would give her almost an instant orgasm. As expected, very quickly I heard her muffling a scream of pleasure. Disappointed, I wondered what I should do next. I certainly didn't relish spending the night in the closet. 

But, quickly she came back into the bedroom and went directly to her headboard and removed her vibrator. It was so hot she never even pulled back the covers but just lay on top of the bed. She reached up and put a CD on. The sounds that came out were hypnotic. It was the most incredible harp with a thunderstorm in the background. She lubed up the vibrator and spread her legs. 

She was very careful about the placement of the vibrator. It was so slow and sensuous I could not believe my eyes. She was moving in perfect time with the music. She didn't insert the vibrator but rather just slid up and down her crack. Meanwhile, her other hand was caressing her breast. Her eyes were closed and she was feeling every movement she made and every note that played – it was like a perfectly orchestrated dance. 

The music changed but the tempo remained the same. Now she was running her hand lightly down her chest and to her thighs and her hips gyrating ever so slowly. I was mesmerized. She was in her own little world and I had never seen anything like it. When we masturbated together a lot of our pleasure was in seeing what we were doing to the other. This time she was doing it just for herself and it was so beautiful to watch.

I realized very quickly that this was ever so special. She was making love to herself and not just trying to satisfy an urge. Every movement seemed deliberate. I know Sherry, when she uses a vibrator she cums very quickly. I could see nothing that would indicate that she was avoiding an orgasm. She was just totally enjoying her body.

By now, my cock was rock hard and I just had to start stroking. She was not inserting the vibrator at all and yet I could see that she was getting incredibly wet. Wave after wave she kept going at a steady pace and keeping in time with the music. Normally by now she would have cum several times over. It was like she wasn't reaching for the orgasm but reaching for everything her body was feeling and holding off the orgasm. 

I heard continual soft moans and groans and noticed beads of perspiration forming on her face. I knew that I was not going to be able to hold back because I had never seen anything so wonderful in my entire life. I reached down and grabbed a sock off the floor and put it over the head of my cock. I would have to be very quiet or I would give myself away. 

It was well over 45 minutes when I started to recognize the excitement in her face and body. Her entire body blushes just as she reaches a mind blowing orgasm and this was bound to be the case after carrying on as long as she had. Finally she slipped the vibrator inside but only stroked a few times while her other hand circled her clit. I could hear her wetness slapping in time with her movements. Again, she removed the vibrator from her pussy and inserted two fingers while the vibrator teased her clit. This time I thought for sure she was going to cum. Her moans were getting higher pitched. 

But, I was wrong again. She removed her fingers and very sensuously put them in her mouth and sucked on them. Her nipples were totally erect now and as the tempo of the music picked up, I lost my battle and quietly came in my sock! All of a sudden her hips went straight up in the air and she let out the most incredible groan and her whole body colored. Almost immediately her body started to quiver but she never stopped. Again, a very low and throaty groan escaped and again she continued. Time after time after time; it was like one continuous orgasm after another; each one seeming to be better than the last one. Finally a totally guttural sound and her body collapsed on the bed completely sated. She turned off the vibrator and put it on the night stand. I could see that she was lying in a puddle of her love juices. Afterwards, she just lay down and closed her eyes and went into a deep sleep.

I crept quietly out of the closet and went into the other room where I had stashed my clothes. I took them into the bathroom and washed up. Softly I crept back into our bedroom and leaned over and gave her a kiss. She awoke very startled "Oh my God, you're here. You weren't to be back until tomorrow."

"Oh honey, I just couldn't stay away from you any longer. I just had to come home. What's new?" I undressed and climbed in beside her for a cuddle. This evening was a dream come true for me and I will remember it always. Will I ever tell her I was there – I'm not sure. We'll just have to wait for that chapter to unfold.



I Spy



From her living room window, Polly spied the Baron. He wasn't called 'the Baron', but his first name was Baron and he lived across the street from her. Every morning she watched him leave his house to go to work (what did he do, exactly?) and every morning she let out a sigh of frustration.

My God, he is so sexy, she breathed, gazing out at him at him as he climbed into his car. He was dressed in a black t-shirt with light blue jeans and big, chunky brown boots. With his shaved head, goatee and black tattoos spread along both arms, Polly imagined them scooping her up and carrying her into bed, where he would ravage her until she came screaming his name.

Baron ...

Kneeling on the couch, she peered out at him, wondering if he could see her, and what would he say if he could? She was dressed in a tight green t-shirt that held her two glorious orbs within, as well as a frilly red thong. On her feet she wore a pair of wooden clogs. How would the Baron react to know that she lived to spy on him every morning, and that her pussy tingled with wonting pleasure at the mere sight of him?

They only knew each other to wave and smile and say hello, he having introduced himself the day she moved in. She had recently moved into the area and didn't know a lot of people so far. In time that would change, but for now she was content to lust after the devilishly handsome fellow from behind a curtained window. 

Polly worked at home and so, unlike others, didn't have to rush to off and join the traffic of thousands battling their way to offices or factories. Once her laptop and coffee-maker were in working order, she was all set. But she did like her morning thrill, and so, sipping now lukewarm coffee stared out the curtained window at her Baron.

From where she knelt, with her free hand she reached between her legs and, through the fabric of her thong touched her sensitive slit. It felt warm and moist, and she closed her eyes dreamily at the thought of the Baron's tongue probing her there.

Behind her, Kitty meowed. Kitty wanted its morning milk. Polly turned round to face her fluffy white cat, moving from the couch onto a cushioned foot-rest. From there, she knelt down, pursing her lips as she gently rubbed Kitty's soft head. The cat purred in contentment, knowing its milk wouldn't be long in coming.

"You like that, don't you Kitty?" Polly said, her fingers swirling the soft hair on her cat's head. 

And then, there was a tap on her window!

Polly spun round to see, of all people, the Baron peering in at her! He had his hands pressed to the window as he looked in through the curtain, my God, he must have seen her bent over petting the cat – her ass was in full view!

He pointed to her front door, indicating he wanted to talk with her. What could he want?

Polly felt flustered. She was sure her face reddened with embarrassment. Jeez, her ass raised high in the air, leaving nothing to the imagination, and the Baron spying on her! She looked round for her nightgown, anything. She certainly wasn't going to greet him as is. And her full-length, see-through negligee – as much as she used to fantasize about answering the door wearing nothing but that, not today, mister!

She found her very un-sexy nightgown thrown over the back of one of the kitchen table chairs and, slipping it on tied the belt tightly around her before making her way to the door.

Adjusting her hair, she straightened herself out, opening her nightgown to reveal just a smidgen of cleavage. Don't want to scare him off, she thought.

Polly saw the silhouette of the Baron through the glass of the front door. Her heart thumping in her chest, she let out a sigh before opening the door.

Up close, he was just as gorgeous. He had hazel eyes, a well-kept goatee, and full, kissable lips. She noticed that he had shaved this morning, and that he smelled really, really nice. Was it aftershave or deodorant?

"Hullo, Polly," he said, smiling. 

"Hi!" she said, returning the smile. "Um, what can I do for you?"

"I was just passing and I noticed that there's a dead cat in your front garden," he said.

Not what she was expecting! "A dead cat?" she exclaimed. "Where?"

The Baron led her out onto Polly's front lawn. Behind one of the knee-height bushes was, indeed, a dead cat. Its head was mangled. She didn't recognize the poor animal; thankfully it wasn't one of the neighbor's cats. 

"I can only imagine someone ran over it last night," he said, "and that it managed to crawl in here to die."

"Oh no," she sighed. "That's terrible."

"I'll dispose of it for you, if you'd like?" Baron offered.

"Would you?" Polly said. "I don't think I could ... y'know ..."

"Sure," he said, backing away, making his way towards his house. Polly saw him disappear inside. Meantime, she tried not to look the ghastly dead creature in its squashed eye.

Baron reappeared, a shovel, gloves and black garbage bag in tow. Polly stepped away as the Baron slipped on the gloves before carefully lifting the carcass with the shovel, sliding the dead animal into the plastic sack. He then tied a knot with the two edges, the lump in the bag swinging morbidly.

"Thank you," Polly said. "That's one chore this morning I wouldn't have fancied doing."

"No worries," he said. "I'll bring it to my back yard and bury it there."

"Sure, um," she began, aware that she was speaking before her brain had time to stop her, "would you fancy a coffee? That's if you're not in a hurry?"

Baron smiled, surprised. "Sure, that'd be great. I'll wash up at home and be over in a couple of minutes."

"I'll leave the door open – just knock and come in," Polly said.

"Ok," Baron said. "See you then."

*  *  *

Back inside her home, Polly raced around picking up items off the floor that had no business being there. Looking in the mirror, she adjusted her hair, and became aware that she looked liked Mrs. Frump in her frumpy nightgown. She dashed into her bedroom and, throwing the nightgown onto her bed pulled on a short black skirt. Sexy, but not slutty. In her green t-shirt, short skirt and brown wooden clogs she thought she'd catch his eye, if anything.

There was a knock on the front door, the Baron's voice calling out to her. 

"C'mon in!" she called, reaching for her bottle of perfume and spraying her throat and cleavage before making her way out of her bedroom. She spied him closing the door, and saw a look of incredulity in his eyes as he gazed upon her.

"Hullo again," he said, grinning, "you look ... different!"

"Well, I thought it was time I got dressed," she said, blushing.

"Well, you look great," he commented.

"Thanks," she replied. Then; "Coffee?"

"Yeah, great, thanks," the Baron said, making his way towards the couch He settled down and crossed his legs.

As Polly busied herself with pouring two coffees, she said, "That poor cat. I wonder who ran over it?"

"Could have been anybody," the Baron said. "Anyway, that's – oh, hello," he said, bending down to pat Polly's cat as it rubbed itself against his legs.

"I see you've found yourself a new friend," Polly said. "Cream and sugar?"

"Just a drop of cream, please," he said. "I'm sweet enough," he joked. Kitty purred in contentment before wandering off, a soft, warm bed waiting somewhere.

Too right you are, Polly thought. "Here you go," she said, handing him a cup of coffee. He took it graciously, Polly sitting opposite him on the foot-rest.

Sipping the hot liquid, he said, "Perfect, just the way I like it."

"Thanks. I'm known for my coffee-making skills."

"So what do you think of the area?" he asked her.

"It's not bad," she said. "Pretty quiet, but it suits me just fine." 

"Hey," he said, "there's been something I've been meaning to ask you."

This was auspicious. "Yes?"

"Do you live alone?"

"Yes, why?"

"Well, every morning I see someone through the corner of my eye spying on me as I leave my house."

Polly's heart skipped a beat. Oh shit!

"I thought maybe you had a kid or someone."

"Um, no," Polly said. 

"Ah," he said, the penny dropping. "It was you?"

"Yeah," Polly said, feeling her face reddening.

"I see," he said. 

"Yeah, well ..." Polly began, stammering. In fact, she didn't know what to say.

"Can you tell me why you spy on me every morning?"

Polly was mortified. What could she say? Tell him the truth? No, not the truth - of course not. The bastard; how dare he put her in this position! "Well, what about you," she retorted, "you spied on me this morning. And I dare imagine you saw more of me than I would have liked!"

Baron chortled. "Yes, I did, didn't I?" he said. "Thanks for that, by the way."

Polly couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, right," she smirked. "I bet you got an eyeful, too."

"Red was always my favorite color," he said, referring to her red panties.

"Ha, ha," she said dryly. "May we change the subject, please?"

"Sure." He sipped his coffee and looked at her cheekily.

"I've noticed your tattoos –"

"From spying on me?"

Polly curled her bottom lip playfully. "I ... noticed ... your tattoos," she began again. "How far up your arm do they go?"

"Well," Baron carefully put his coffee cup onto the floor, before Polly reached for it. 

"Coffee stains are a bitch to remove from carpets." Her skirt rose, revealing more of her shapely thighs and another hint of red underwear. She then put the cup onto a side table near the window.

"Yeah, sorry," he said, before pulling at his black t-shirt sleeve. Several tentacles climbed up his arm and, what from Polly could see, onto his shoulder. 

"Oh, so it carries on onto your body?" she asked.

"Yeah, um ..." he said, indicating that he wanted to remove his shirt, "would you mind if ..?"

Cool, thought Polly. "No, not at all. It'll save me from spying on you later."

Baron grinned, and then pulled his t-shirt over his shaved head. He placed the shirt to one side, feeling Polly's eyes boring into him. 

Polly was quite impressed. The tattoo, a black and white mish-mash of tentacles, wriggled and squirmed from his shoulder onto his smooth chest, down his flat tummy and disappeared underneath his jeans.

"Wow," was all Polly could say.

"Thanks. " Baron said. "The cool thing about it is that if you run your fingertips down the tentacles you can feel the outline of the suckers."

"Really?" Polly asked. She instinctively raised herself off the foot-rest, before catching herself. "Would you mind?"

Baron shrugged. "Not at all. Help yourself."

Polly sprang up from the foot-stool and pounced upon him. She crossed her legs on the couch, not caring what he saw or not. He did see most of her anyway.

"Run your fingers from here," he said, taking hold of her hand and gently placing them onto his shoulder. "Close your eyes," he told her.

Polly did as she was told, and slowly began running her fingertips along the ridges of the tattoo. She could indeed feel the contours of the suckers on the tattooed tentacles. She could also feel his flesh. Hot to her touch, his body was firm and muscular. Her fingertips fell off the path of his tattoo and grazed along his smooth body, they running down his taut stomach, down towards his belt, onto his jeans and onto the rigid bulge within –

With a jolt she opened her eyes, she seeing Baron wearing a sheepish grin on his lips. "Yes," she said, composing herself. "I can, um, certainly feel it, I mean, them."

"Enjoy your self?" he asked her.

"Not as much as you did," she replied, motioning with her head towards his evident erection. "How far does that tattoo go down anyway?"

"Wanna find out?" he asked.

"Why Baron," she said, reaching for his cock. "You save me from a dead cat, let me feel your tattoos – are you trying to tell me something?" Her fingers gently squeezed the creature within.

"Me thinks your fingers are doing all the talking here," he replied, as she bent her head forward to kiss him. Their tongues entwined.

"Lemme see ... "Polly said, tearing her self away from him as she fumbled with his flies. He lifted his hips off the couch to assist her, she struggling with his belt, his button, and then his zipper. Underneath he wore briefs – gray, skin tight. Something beautiful throbbed inside.

As Polly pulled Baron's jeans off his muscular thighs, she saw that his tattoo did indeed reach under his pants. It slithered underneath his briefs, down his right thigh, the tentacle curving at the tip. She stepped off the couch and helped Baron kick off his jeans. Within seconds she sank to her knees between his thighs, her face reaching for his bulging briefs.

"I don't know how the hell this happened," she said, fingering his erection through his briefs.

"What, my hard-on? I thought that was pretty evident." he asked.

"No, stupid," Polly said, bending down to gently bite his cock. "You ending up here on my couch."

"I trust this is a good thing?" he said.

"Oh, fuck, yes," Polly said, reaching underneath his briefs to pull his big, circumcised cock into the light. It was hot and hard as iron in her grasp. "Just as I imagined ..." she murmured, lowering her head, her tongue flicking out at his mushroomed shaped dome.

"Oh yeah," Baron sighed, watching on as Polly ran her tongue along the length of his erection, circling his knob, kissing the purple tip. Her wrist softly pulled upon his shaft as she sucked him into her mouth, using her tongue as a soft, wet cushion. Her lips pressed hard down upon him, sucking his thick cock deep into mouth.

"Nice," Baron commented, his hands reaching for her head as she now bobbed up and down on his erection. She sucked noisily, salvia spilling from her mouth. She held him in her hand and smacked the tip of his cock off her out-stretched tongue. She then spat upon him, licking her spit off his glistening shaft before scooping him into her mouth once more.

"Goddamn, you can suck cock good," Baron commented, his fingertips clawing the couch in pleasure. 

"You know it, Stud," she returned, stabbing his cock-eye with her tongue, lapping at the pre-cum that oozed there.

"Up, up!" he told her, lifting her to her feet. Polly stood above him, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Baron slipped out of his briefs, kicking them to one side before wriggling to the floor in front of her.

"C'mere," he said, clasping her hips and positioning her onto the foot-stool, bending her over so that her curvaceous ass poked out from beneath her skirt. "Just like I remember you," he grinned, lifting her skirt over her waist. He then ran his fingers over her exposed red thong, along the frilly lace, onto her warm, smooth flesh. Baron noticed that she was wet. Naughty Slut.

Parting her thong to one side, Baron lowered his head to Polly's rear, his fingers running over her wet slit. She trembled with desire as he parted her lips, then shuddered as she felt his tongue there, lapping at her dripping pussy.

"Oh yeah," she moaned, feeling his tongue enter her, part her, poke her. His nose brushed off her neatly trimmed pubic hair as he tongue-fucked her, his fingertips gripping her smooth ass. She gasped as she felt his tongue strike out at her asshole, licking her there. Polly couldn't help herself – she reached under to finger her clit as Baron continued to eat her anus.

"Goddamn," she hissed, his tongue lapping her engorged clit, tickling her fingers that played with her sopping cunt. Her moans were loud and gratuitous; Polly was living her fantasy and fucking enjoying it too.

"Fuck me," she groaned. "Fuck me, please."

Leaving her rear with a pinch between his finger and thumb, she felt Baron position himself behind her, pressing the tip of his circumcised cock to her wet slit. With a simple push he penetrated her, his cock filling her completely, his balls nestling underneath her ass. Polly let out a cry of pleasure as Baron withdrew before thrusting deep into her once more, and then repeated.

"You want my cock?" Baron asked her, without the slightest hint of decorum. 

"Yeah, oh fuck me, yeah, I want it so bad!" she cooed, backing into him. She felt his hands on her ass as he thrust deep into her, building up a steady rhythm, his cock now pounding into her, hard and full. He rested one of his feet on the foot-stool as he slammed his fat length deep into her hot, wet pussy.

"God, you're fucking tight!" Baron hissed through gritted teeth.

"Yeah, oh fuck, it's like being fucked by a horse!" she cried, her cunt stuffed with big, thick Baron cock. Her words obviously spurned him on, for soon she felt the hot sting of his palm on her ass cheeks – SLAP!

"Oh fuck!" Polly cried, how did he know she adored to be spanked?

SLAP! Again, the Baron brought his hand down hard on her ass, leaving a red mark. Polly squirmed on the foot-stool, it actually moving along the carpeted floor due to his glorious fucking.

Then, he pulled out, he falling back onto the couch, his erection glistening and long and stabbing the air. He beckoned towards Polly with his finger. "Come sit on me," he invited her.

As she climbed off the foot-stool, her pussy achingly empty, she climbed out of her thong and short skirt. Polly decided to suck him once more before she impaled herself on his fucking monster cock again. She bent forward and swallowed him into her mouth, tasting her honey off his fabulous member. Baron took hold of her hands and helped her onto him, she climbing over his thighs as she lowered herself down onto his cock, the tip of his mushroomed dome nudging easily between her dripping lips.

"Oh fuck, yeah!" Polly cried, sitting on his lap, her cunt crammed tight with his cock that seemingly swelled within her. Immediately she began bouncing up and down upon him, his hands now roaming over her waist, up to her breasts, where he tugged and pulled upon her t-shirt. Without missing a single bounce she slipped the t-shirt off her body, exposing her magnificent breasts spilling from a lacy white bra. Within seconds his hands grasped them, squeezing them, kneading their fullness. 

"Fucking gorgeous," Baron grunted, plucking round, warm breast and nipple from a bra cup and tweaking on the engorged teat. 

And then, a sexual epiphany. As Polly fucked the Baron, she peered out over him to stare out her window, and realized that this is where she spied him every morning. It was in this exact same position that she fingered her wet pussy as she gazed lustfully out at him, wanting him so bad. Now, this morning, before 10am, he was fucking her silly. It was enough to make Polly cum there and then, squeezing her pussy around Baron's twitching cock as her body shook with orgasmic pleasure. Through half-closed eyes she raised her arms in the air as she let her climax sweep over her, feeling the Baron's cock somewhere deep in her pussy, his hands clasping her firm breasts.

"Oh yeah, I'm gonna ..." Baron groaned, Polly peering down upon him and seeing him with clenched eyes and gritted teeth. She also felt his cock swell within her, and knew that he was going to cum.

Climbing off him, Polly fell to the right side of the couch and took his sticky cock in her hand, pulling frantically upon him. 

"Oh fuck, baby, oh fuck!" he cried, his voice surprisingly higher as his orgasm approached. 

"Cum, baby, cum for me!" Polly purred, and then lowered her head onto the tip of his cock, feeling the first, salty spurts of his climax on her tongue. She opened her mouth, clasping her lips around his jerking cock as suddenly, whoosh, her mouth was filled with his creamy orgasm, he spurting and continuing to spurt hot, thick cum deep down her throat. Throughout it all she heard his groans of pleasure, felt his hands on her head, and savored his syrupy climax.

"Yummy," she said, lifting her head from his lap when he finally stopped shooting. Her mouth and lips were coated with cum. 




I Spy



"Oh yeah ..." he moaned, his voice back to its thick, guttural accent. His eyes were dreamy and he had a sloppy smile on his face. Polly went to kiss him, and he sucked upon her salty tongue.

"All I wanted was a cup of coffee," he joked.

"I got the cream," she said, "What are you complaining about?"

Baron laughed. "Let's play a game," he said.

"I thought we just did?" Polly replied, her fingers gently squeezing his drooping, sticky cock.

"You'll like this," he said. 

"I'm game," Polly said.

Baron cleared his throat, and said, "I spy, with my little eye, something beginning with 'A' ..."



I Spy



Hi, I'm Amy. I'm a twenty six year old brunette. I think I am attractive, least ways that's what I've been told and have a pretty good figure but I just cannot seem to hold on to a boyfriend for much longer than a couple of months.

As soon as we get into the sack and have romped our way through several orgasms either he or I lose interest with each other. To be honest it's me who loses interest for one reason or another. No that's not exactly true either, I suppose in my heart of hearts I know why I lose interest. I don't feel satisfied.

Don't get me wrong now I've had some great lovers. My last partner had an eight inch cock and a massive pair of balls that filled my pussy to overflowing when he cum and my climaxes went through the roof but there was always something missing, until recently.

I've always liked looking at porn right from an early age when I accidentally found it on my computer whilst researching about reproduction in human beings for our biology lessons at school. I was hooked on the subject immediately and many a time had soaked knickers as I scrolled through the massive amount of hot bodies available on line.

Sitting there watching two or three people having sex was indescribable and in no time at all my hand was inside my knickers and playing with my pussy until the inevitable happened. My underwear used to get so wet my mother thought I was having full blown unprotected sex which caused many an argument between us until I told her I was just an over enthusiastic masturbator!

I live in a very large detached house with a swimming pool in the rear and surrounded by trees. My parents retired early after making a mint on the stock markets and now spend their time travelling every corner of the world leaving me here to fend for myself. I don't mind though, they would only be in the way if they were here and it's like the home is all mine with no one to tell me what to do or where to go etc.

Next door is a house very similar to ours with its own pool and tennis courts. A new family recently purchased it but to date I hadn't seen any children around just an adult couple who, by the look of their cars were well healed. She was a long legged slim blonde, bimbo looking if you ask me and he was a tall dark haired good looking guy whose family could well have originated from Italy.

You can tell by my description that I was taken by the guy who made my stomach flutter every time I saw him smile and flash those pearly white teeth at me.

Anyway, having money was a Godsend that allowed me to not have full time employment and as such I worked part time in an up market art studio selling over rated paintings and prints to ill informed rich people. I made a lot of spare cash with the bonuses that mounted up and of course had a lot of spare time to myself which I spent on my favourite past time, sunbathing.

One such day I woke late and drank fresh orange juice on the rear veranda soaking up the morning sun that had beat away the early morning mist. Our elderly housemaid, Dora made me a light breakfast of scrambled egg and smoke salmon after which I took a quick shower before deciding to spend the day by our pool.

I applied a thin coat of sun tan cream to my complete body before adorning a small bikini. Outside I put on my sunglasses, closed my eyes then stretched out on a sun lounger and let the sun's rays caress my body. After a short while I opened my eyes and noticed a movement to my right I glanced sideways and saw the guy from next door sitting on a garden chair and looking my way as he smoked his cigarette.

My stomach twisted immediately and my pussy began to throb as I felt his eyes burning into my flesh. I acted nonchantly not letting him know that I had seen him staring at me and decided to give him a show.

I raised myself up and took hold of the sun lotion then poured some in my palm. I swept my hands up and down my smooth legs spreading the lotion evenly across my skin all the while glancing across to my admirer.

I took more lotion and spread it across the mounds of my ample breasts slipping the bikini straps off my shoulders as I did so. He was still looking. I unclipped my top and dropped it to one side then applied more lotion to my complete breasts moulding them in my slippery hands. My nipples rose quickly to stiff peaks and my clit throbbed as my excitement grew.

My neighbour was almost off his seat now and his cigarette hung from his open mouth as he watched this enthralling show. I stood at the side of my lounger and looked across at the guy who quickly turned his head and looked away as he realised I had seen what he was doing. I smiled and turned my back to him as I hooked my thumbs in my bikini bottoms, bent over straight legged and wiggled them down my thighs and off my feet.

My heart was thumping as I knew the neighbour would have a full view of my naked pussy and puckered hole nestling between the top of my thighs. I caressed my buttocks and slid my fingers along the crease of my bottom hoping my naked body would excite him as much as it did me.

I turned slowly round still moulding my breasts. I pinched my hard nipples and looked up with an expectant smile which disappeared quickly when I noticed he was gone. His cigarette lay smouldering in the ashtray but he was nowhere to be seen.

I lay back down on the lounger furious that I'd exposed my body and soul to this almost anonymous person for nothing less than self satisfaction. On the other hand it had had the peculiar effect of me wanting him more, to feel his hard flesh inside me, probing me forcing his cum to flow deep inside me.

I was getting hot, too hot in one way or another. I dampened my ardour with a swim in the pool. After six or so lengths I was suitably tired and relaxed enough to make my way indoors to watch a film or two before retiring to bed.

I didn't see my neighbour for several days which was no real problem but I still got all hot under the collar when I thought of the situation I had put myself in that day and wanted a repeat performance, if not with him then some other accommodating soul. 

I got home from work one evening and felt absolutely shattered. For once in my life I was on my feet for almost eight hours because the owner of the studio put on a show for a new up and coming artist. Personally I thought he was pants!

I reached my bedroom and fell backward on the thick soft mattress closed my eyes and drifted away to a hot sunny climate with palm trees and warm breezes that caressed my skin as I lay sprawled out on the golden beach!

Argh wouldn't that just be fun? I stirred myself and swung my feet to the thick carpet and instantly had a sharp pain go through the ball of my foot. I yelped and looked down and saw a silver screw laying there nestled in the thick carpet pile. I picked it up and wondered where on earth it may have come from.

I looked around the room and my eye caught the site of the air conditioning vent just above my bedroom door. It looked out of shape so I pulled a chair across and inspected it and sure enough there was the hole where the screw had come from. Not only that I could see a camera lens hidden behind the vent!

God someone is spying on me in my bedroom but who, who has access to the house when I'm not there? The gardener it must be the gardener he's the only other person with a key so he can water and tend to the indoor plants when Im at work. Luckily he was still outside so I rushed downstairs and out the front door to confront him.

"Jim, have you been in my room today?"

"No Miss Berringer I"ve no need to you haven't any plants in there."

"Well someone has."

"Well it wasn't me Miss Berringer but I did see the guy from next door come out of the back door when I arrived he said he had to drop something off for you then left."

"Do you mean the tall guy with dark hair?"

"Yes that's him; he didn't hang about though once I turned up."

"Oh er okay Jim thanks."

I went back to my room and had another look at the hidden camera. Could this be my neighbour, is he getting off at watching me thinking I don't know about it? God this is so horny, I'm so wet already just by thinking of it.

My hand wandered down to my pussy and I rubbed myself through my skirt. I need to cum real bad but do I do it here on the bed, will he be watching, can I actually do something like that? There was only one way to find out!

I took off my skirt and slipped my wet thong off my legs then lay on my bed with my legs open wide and my pussy on full show. I slid my fingers through the folds of my cunny and delved into its warm slippery interior, I almost cum on the spot!

I moaned constantly as I fingered my pussy with one hand and squeezed my boobs with the other and within minutes my head exploded as my climax ripped through my body.

I lay there panting and stroking my pussy until the heady feelings subsided. I felt relaxed and naughty after putting on the show and decided at that moment I would continue as though my nameless neighbour knew nothing about my discovery which I was sure would give us both the greatest amount of pleasure!

As I got into bed that night and rose in the morning I tried to carry on as normal but all the time I felt I was being watched and my pussy would not stop seeping.

That evening I showered and shaved as normal then dressed as seductively as I could. Sheer black stockings with lacy underwear, a black flowing knee length dress and complimentary jewellery. I checked myself in the mirror and liked what I saw, I was ready to pull.

A taxi took me to a local up class bar where all the wannabe's hang out. I sat on a bar stool and ordered my drink. A cursory look round the room showed there were not many handsome guys in there but it was early and I was sure things would improve in time.

I was right, an hour later and in walked a group of three men one of whom was just up my street. Tall dark and handsome and displaying a bulge to the front of his trousers that could only mean one thing, a nice size cock.

Within minutes our eyes met and I flashed him a smile with my pearly whites. He acknowledged me, spoke to his two friends and sidled over. He leant on the bar and spoke.

"Hi I'm Brad and you are?"

"Horny." I replied and waited for his reaction.

"Just my kind of girl but what do I call you, horny is a fact not a name?"

"Amy, my name's Amy."

He held out his hand which I loosely took hold off.

"Nice to meet you Amy." He said and kissed the back of my hand whilst watching me eye to eye.

"Likewise Brad."

"So what brings you into this den of iniquity?"

"The same as you I suspect, a drink and a chance to get laid." I replied and sipped my cocktail.

Brads eyebrows raised and a wry smile crossed his lips.

"I see well you have definitely got the drink and I'd certainly like to help you out with the other part of your evening."

I looked at him from head to toe and thought this person was well worth the risk of a one night stand and I was sure my nameless neighbour would also enjoy it as well.

"Okay Brad, shall we go back to mine?"

"Fine with me." He replied and helped me from my stool.

As we past his friends on the way out we endured cheers, jeers and taunts.

"Are your friends always this rowdy?"

"No, only when there's a chance of one of us getting sex."

"Well let me tell you now, there is not a chance you'll get sex with me, it's a definite and before you ask no I'm not a hooker just a horny single girl who needs some cock tonight okay?"

"Okay yeah no problem I would never ask such a question anyway." He replied.

We took a taxi back to mine and his hands were all over me. His fingers reached my wet panties before the car had hardly moved off. For sure he wasn't going to be a thoughtful lover but he would serve a purpose tonight.

Once in my room we wasted no time in getting our clothes off, I was right he did indeed have a nice cock. It must have been eight inches long and pretty thick. He obviously worked out as his body was chiselled lean and well tanned.

I lay back on the bed and opened my legs to show him and my spy my very wet pussy. I turned at an angle so my spy could see every detail of us both fucking.

"You going to suck my cock first?" Brad asked as he slowly stroked it.

"What about you stop talking and just get on here and fuck me?" I replied and pulled my pussy apart for all to see.

"Hey sounds good to me." He replied and got between my legs.

His cock looked threatening, thick, full of veins and rock hard. He pointed his cockhead at my wet hole and pushed forwards impaling me on his thick shaft in one go forcing the wind from my lungs.

"God oh God!" I uttered.

"Yeah that's what all the girls say when I start to fuck them!" He bragged but I could well believe him.

Brad leaned across me and began to fuck my pussy hard and fast. I was so wet my juices squelched out and trickled down my crack to my bottom.

"That's it Brad, fuck me baby fuck me hard I like it hard." I urged him on.

I took the opportunity when I could to look up at the camera and imagined my spy to be jerking himself off as we fucked. I wondered how big his cock was and how hard he would be at this moment. My thought got the better of me and I started to cum.

"Oh Jesus Brad I'm cumming your cock has made me cum baby, squirt your cum inside me Brad please cum inside me please!" I pleaded.

"It's...my...pleasure fuck yeah here it comes Amy oh yeah fuck yeah!"

Brad threw his head back and squirted his load deep inside me. I could feel his throbbing cock on the walls of my pussy as we cum together. Within minutes it was over and Brad slipped off me to one side.

"Thanks Brad but you'd better get dressed and make a move."

Brad sat up quickly.

"What, you want me to go so soon?"

"Yeah I do, I've got what I wanted so you can go." I replied.

"What no chance of a rematch later or a bit of fooling around?"

"No, no chance just get dressed and go."

"You callous bitch!" He spat out then got from the bed, dressed and was gone in five minutes flat.

Brad dressed quickly and slammed the door hard on his way out. I lay where I was, right opposite the camera. I opened my legs as wide as I could and slid my hands to my hot pussy. I dipped my fingers into my open hole and scooped out Brads cum then licked it from my fingers slowly and deliberately. I hoped my spy would still be there and that this show would satisfy him until the next time. I know I had enjoyed it immensely and looked forward to the next one in a few days.

I walked out on to my terrace the next morning feeling somewhat bleary eyed but content after the show last night. I stood there in my flimsy night attire and stretched my muscles in the hot morning sun relishing what Mother Nature adorned me with.

I looked to my right and out walked my friendly unnamed neighbour who sat in a chair and stared directly in my direction. I waved a hand in acknowledgement at him and he smiled and nodded. Contact at last. I was dying to know whether he had watched me getting fucked last night but of course that would have given the game away and this game was a long way off from being finished yet. My dribbling pussy told me that!

I gently squeezed my boobs and ran my hands down my body finishing at my pussy which I slowly caressed for a few moments before I turned round and walked back indoors. I hoped this would keep my spy's interest going as I knew it had mine. It was time to plan for my next partner.

Two days later I was at the gallery when I met my next suitor. His name was Scott and an avid collector of up and coming artists. It was obvious that money was never going to be an issue for him going by the amount he has spent over the past twelve months!

He was a good looking guy of that there was no mistake and he knew it! Rumour had it that he was very fit and well hung so it looked as though a good night was in the making for me in any rate.

"Good afternoon Miss Berringer, so nice to meet you again." Scott said and gently shook my hand.

"Nice to see you as well Mr. Hungerford."

"Scott please, call me Scott Mr. Hungerford is so formal don't you think?"

"As you wish Scott in which case please call me Amy."

"Okay Amy, a nice name it suits you."

"Thank you Scott. What can we do for you today?"

"I've heard that Tom Chancer has another abstract painting for sale. Do you know about it Amy?"

"I'm told that he is thinking about letting another of his works go yes. Would you like me to make enquiries for you?"

"Yes, please that's very kind of you."

"No problem Scott, is there anything else I can do for you." I replied with a wicked grin.

"I was wondering Amy, would you consider updating me on any information you can muster over dinner with me this evening?"

"My pleasure Scott that would be most welcome."

"Good well I'll have a car sent over for you at eight."

"Okay thanks."

"See you tonight." He replied and left the gallery with me standing there wearing wet panties.

This couldn't have worked out any better for me as I have always fancied getting laid by Scott and to do it on camera will be awesome!

That evening I prepared myself as normal but took extra care making sure my anus was hairless as well. It's not that I was expecting anal sex because I've only tried it once and it hurt too much to continue but I thought I may get the chance to get rimmed which is a whole different feeling altogether and one that I truly adore.

Makeup and hair complete I dressed in a black wrap-over knee length dress held together by a hook and belt at the front. It showed a lot of cleavage and with a bit of luck a flash of my sheer black holdups as I walked. I did consider going commando but I think a tiny pair of panties adds some spice so I wore a translucent black pair of bikini briefs that did little to hide my generous labia.

The car arrived on the dot of eight and whisked me off to a fabulous restaurant in the heart of the city. I was shown to my table where Scott was waiting.

"Oh my God Amy you are more beautiful than ever." He said and kissed the back of my hand.

"Thank you Scott but I'm sure your vision is blurred." I replied sat opposite him.

"I know what I know and see what I see and you are truly exquisite!"

"Okay Scott enough already let's agree to disagree." I replied.

Scott nodded and the small talk continued as we ate the superb food.

"So Amy do you have a partner?"

"No not at the moment Scott I just pick up people for sex when I feel the need." I replied and watched his face for a reaction but one never came.

He was very cool indeed.

"Well how do you feel this evening?"

"The need." I replied, smiled and sipped my glass of champagne. No reaction at all. This man should play poker.

The small talk continued until the meal was over.

"Shall we take our drinks on to the terrace Amy?"

"Yes why not?" I replied. We collected our glasses and left the table.

We sat down on a bench next to each other bumping hips. It was a balmy evening and the moon and stars shone brightly giving it an almost Halloween feel. My dress had parted at the front and exposed a large portion of my legs which I hoped had not gone unnoticed by Scott.

"It's been a pleasure having your company this evening Amy."

"Thank you Scott but the evening hasn't finished yet, has it?" I asked and put his hand on my thigh parting my legs slightly.

He looked across at me and smiled. His hand wandered from my knee to a millimetre below my panties.

"I hope not Amy I sincerely hope not."

"Let me make this plain for you Scott. I like you. I'm feeling extremely horny right now and would love nothing more than to get you into bed. I am a sure thing for you tonight so you have an option. Either we can sit here, drink and take in this gorgeous evening or we can go back to my place and act as demented rabbits, your call."




I Spy



The silence was deafening.

"I'll get the cheque." He replied as we stood.

Twenty minutes later we entered my parent's home and headed straight upstairs to my bedroom. Scott closed the door behind us then turned me round to face him. He pulled me to his chest and our lips met for the first time. My arms swept up and down his solid broad back as his hands wandered down my spine and stopped on my firm bottom.

God I was so wet. I could feel my clit throbbing as it begged to be touched. I took a step back and unbuttoned the front of his shirt whilst he undid his cuffs. His broad chest came into view showing great form with a covering of dark hair. I like chest hair, a smooth chest is way too gay and boyish for me.

I took another step back and looked him in the eye as I unclipped the belt from my waist letting my dress unfurl around me and drop to the floor leaving me with just my sheer panties and holdups to hide my modesty.

"Wow!" He exclaimed with a broad smile.

I beckoned to him that it was his turn to disrobe. He dropped his shirt to the floor and undid his belt and fly then dropped them in a pool round his feet and kicked them to one side. A large bulge was prominent in the front of his shorts indicating a nice package indeed. I stood there with my hands on my slender hips waiting for the final display and he smiled knowingly.

His fingers found the waistband and he drew them slowly down his thighs and stepped out of them. His cock rose in front of my eyes and a very nice cock it was as well. It must have been all of eight maybe nine inches long and as thick as my wrist. This was definitely going to be pain and pleasure!

I stepped into his arms and we kissed once more. His cock smacked against my stomach and throbbed almost at the same rate as my clit but this wasn't possible, I was so worked up and dying to cum there was no way he could have competed.

I walked him to my bed and sat down facing his throbbing cock which bounced with a mind of its own in front of my face. I took its girth in my hand and slowly stroked its length. God it was so hard and full of pumped up veins.

Naturally I opened my mouth and let him push what he could between my lips. Fortunately for me my gag reflex is minimal so I was able to take most of his cock down my throat before it reacted and I had to come up for air.

"Oh baby that's a first for me, you are amazing!" Scott quietly uttered.

I sucked on his cock and cradled his large hairy balls in my hand. I loved the feeling of his nuts sliding about in his sack of skin, just like golf balls in a vat of olive oil. After a few minutes he took my face off his cock and kissed me again. I knew he must be able to taste his own cock on my lips and found this thought so erotic.

I lay back on the bed at just the right angle for the camera; I didn't want my spy to miss one second of this fuck.

Scott knelt between my legs and pushed them farther apart. Then, with a wicked smile went down and started to suck my pussy through my thin panties that were obviously saturated with my juices by this time.

It was my time to utter joy.

"Oh God argh yes there right there Scott suck me suck me argh."

His lips locked on to my panties and almost sucked my pussy through the fine mesh of the material. He had a suck like a hoover and I enjoyed every second.

I moulded my boobs in my hands as my pussy was worked over. Scott pulled my panty to one side and forced his tongue deep inside my hole.

"Jesus oh sweet Jesus what are you doing to me!" I shouted.

I felt him grab the sides of my knickers and literally ripped them from my body tearing them into shreds.

He grabbed the underside of my thighs and forced them back close to my chest then resumed his oral work on my clit. I moaned and grumbled constantly not knowing or caring what came out of my mouth.

Scott sucked on my lips and clit alternately, his saliva mixed with my juices dribbled down my bum crack. Scott followed the trail and found my virgin anus. Oh my God the feeling of his tongue probing my tight brown ring was awesome indescribable just so damn hot.

I just couldn't take it anymore.

"Enough enough already Scott fuck me just fuck me please!" I begged.

He stopped in an instant, got between my legs and pushed his cockhead inside my puffy lips.

"Bloody hell bloody hell!" I exclaimed as he pushed harder.

I tried to open my legs more to ease the passage of the thick rod that had started to probe my belly from the inside but I couldn't part them further. My pussy was being stretched to the limit and was starting to burn under the strain but I was enjoying every second.

"More Scott give me more!" I was on a roll.

He pushed harder and another few inches slid inside my tight pussy.

"Oh my God Scott you're so big so big!"

"And you're so tight baby so fucking tight!" He replied. It was the first time I had heard him swear and it seemed very odd but appropriate at the same time.

Scott suddenly pulled out.

"Turn over Amy get on your knees for me." He asked and I did as requested.

My knees were parted and I rested on my elbows with my bum pointing to the ceiling. I thought of my spy watching this, cock in hand and wanking furiously, getting ever closer to shooting his load all over the place!

Scott entered me again but this time it was easier due to the invasion of his cock earlier. With almost one thrust he was buried to the hilt deep inside my wet sticky pussy. I gasped out lowed as his pubes hit my bum cheeks.

"Fuck me Scott I need to cum so bad!" I begged.

"I'm going to baby I'm going to." He replied then grabbed hold of my hips and started banging away.

My whole body was forced forward and back forward and back on every stroke. My long hard nipples rubbed across the surface of the bed giving the feeling that another pair of hands were playing with them.

"Come on baby fuck me fuck me hard make me cum baby make me cum please!" I begged again.

Scott said nothing he just gripped harder and upped his pace. His large balls banged against my mound as sweat dripped from his brow onto my back and mingled with the beads of perspiration that had formed a small trickle along my spine.

"Oooh Scott its happening I'm cumming Scott oh sweet Jeeesuuuussss I'm cuuummmiiiinnnngggg!" I screamed at him.

My pussy clamped round his thick cock and began to squeeze his cum from his balls. My climax tore through my lower stomach into my cunt and pulsated at an alarming rate. I felt as though my blood would pump from my ears and my eyes would pop out of their sockets the orgasm was so intense.

"I'm going to cum Amy I'm going to cum, give me your face quick, quick!" He shouted and pulled his cock from inside me with a loud squelching sound.

I spun round as quickly as I could to face his monster and opened my mouth to catch his jism. He fisted his cock then started to grunt and I knew his load was on the way. I grabbed his bum cheeks and waited for the inevitable. It didn't take long.

Within seconds his grunts got louder and he begun a bucking movement as his baby milk spurted in long thick streams from his purple headed monster.

"Oh baby, baby, baby fuck yeah oh yeeeaaahhh!" He exclaimed

His hot sticky cum landed all over my face, hair and neck. He kept fisting himself until the last dribble fell from his cock on to my out stretched tongue. He let himself go and gave a deep exhale of breath. I took hold of his shaft and wrapped my hot mouth round the head of his cock and sucked it clean. His cum tasted salty but sweet at the same time as it slid down my throat. A minute or so later Scott pulled away and kissed me hard tasting his own cum.

"Thankyou Amy that was awesome truly awesome."

"Pleasures mine honey." I replied and kissed him again.

"I don't think so; let's share this one shall we?"

"Okay." I agreed and Scott slumped down beside me.

We curled up together under the duvet and slept soundly until the morning. When I woke there was an empty space beside me and a rose from my garden on the pillow where Scott had lay. I smiled warmly then suddenly remembered my spy. I wondered if he enjoyed last night as much as I had well to be honest at that time I just didn't give a damn. I turned over and went back to sleep feeling contented at last.

The next week or so passed without any great incident. Scott and I got it together a few times and each time was better than the last and always in the site of my secret spy! I met my neighbour in our respective rear gardens a few times and always he acknowledged me with a wide smile and a wave. I did find out that his name was Leo and that the woman living with him was not his wife but just his partner. I couldn't get the picture of him wanking himself furiously out of my head and the more I thought about it the wetter I got.

Of course I may have been totally wrong about who my spy was, it could have been someone else altogether, even another female and not my Italian looking neighbour now wouldn't that be something?

I last saw Scott over a week ago just before he went for an extended stay with relations in Australia. He left me after a wild night of sex and debauchery and now I was feeling horny again. It was time to take a trip to town for another pick-up and hopefully some new cock.

A few days later I dressed to kill and entered a more shall we say salubrious bar in the heart of town. I wasnt looking for quality here just a guy with a stiff cock for my pleasure and that of my spy who was getting friendlier by the day if the smiles and waves I was getting as from him was anything to go by.

Time passed quickly as did the glasses of red wine that seemed to float down my throat and warm the very pit of my stomach. I'd been approached by several men and one woman who seemed keen to get inside my knickers but they weren't quite what I was looking for.

I was about to abandon my stay when a stocky blonde haired guy walked through the door and surveyed the bar. Our eyes met in a flash and without hesitation he strolled over.

"Hi can I freshen your drink?" He asked.

"Yes, thanks." I answered as I peered into his deep blue eyes.

He was a looker and no mistake and he knew it. He was confident for sure and going by his muscles in his forearms pretty strong. My clit began to tingle as I realised this was the cock I wanted to have tonight.

"So what brings you to this place?"

"Oh I'm looking for a bit of excitement if you know what I mean?" I replied and sipped my wine.

"Well I think I could help you out with that. My names Jake what's yours?"

"Amy, hi."

"Hi Amy nice to meet you." He replied and we chinked glasses.

"I've not seen you here before and to be honest you don't seem the type of girl to frequent this kind of bar."

"Well you're right I haven't been here before. I've often driven by and wondered what it's like though. What brings you here then you a regular?" I asked.

"Well I wouldn't say a regular but it's close to home so okay for a quick one before going out or going home." He replied.

He sat down on a stool next to me and placed a large hand on my thigh. I didn't move it or show a reaction but my pussy began to flood!

"So how long have you been here tonight Amy?"

"About two or three hours I can't remember exactly, I'm a little bit tipsy." I replied smiled and drank some more wine.

His hand travelled farther up my thigh and I did nothing to stop him.

"Do you want to get out of here and go somewhere a bit quieter" I asked.

"Absolutely." He replied.

I downed the rest of my wine and walked outside with him in tow. I hailed a cab and was on our way to my place within a couple of minutes. Jake wasted no time in continuing where he had left of in the bar and shoved his strong hand all way up my thigh though this time beneath my dress. He reached my damp panties and pushed hard against my pussy causing me to gasp in surprise. This was going to be a rough one but I could handle it..... or so I thought.

We got indoors and Jake was all over me like a rash. We made our way to my bedroom and he slammed the door behind him.

"You all alone here sugar?" He asked with a more serious look on his face.

"Yes why?"

"Oh just wondered if anyone would be about to hear you screaming." He replied.

"Sorry, what did you say?" I thought I'd misheard.

"Just wondered if anyone would be about to here you screaming when you cum later." He replied and approached me.

I suddenly had a nasty feeling about this guy and wondered if it was the right thing to continue but before I had any more time to think he grabbed me round the waist, pulled me hard against his chest and kissed me mashing my lips against my teeth.

He let me go after a few seconds and took his clothes off as I stood there dumfounded. He had a great body alright and his cock stood proud but he had a menacing look in his eye which I wasn't too keen on. He approached me with his cock bouncing; he grabbed the front of my dress and literally ripped it off me. Buttons flew through the air in all directions as I stood there in just my shoes and thong.

"Fuck girl you've a superb body I'm going to enjoy fucking you!"

I may have been tipsy earlier but all of a sudden I'd sobered up as I tried to hide my modesty.

"Jake I think this has been a big mistake, I think you should get dressed and go, now!" I firmly told him and his smile vanished.

"Me, go, no I don't think so babe. You've been gagging for my cock all evening and now it's time to get it." He replied and pushed me back on my bed.

"Jake no, go home go home I don't want to have sex with you now or at anytime just fucking go, now!" I screamed at him.

"Just shut the fuck up bitch no one turns old Jake down they all want this hard cock of mine and you're going to love it too." He replied and tore my thong from my body leaving me totally naked and vulnerable.

He forced his way between my legs. I screamed and cursed at him to get off but he hit me hard several time round the face causing my head to spin. I could feel his hands mauling my breasts as he took control. I couldn't focus properly and realised this had gone oh so wrong. I was about to get raped and couldn't do a dam thing to stop it happening.

I decided to lay there and let him have his way with me, at least it would safe me from further harm and as far as the sex thing well I suppose I'd get over it, eventually.

I relaxed and let my body go limp.

"There you go baby I knew you'd see it my way now open those legs for me sugar and let me get my cock up that wet cunt of yours." He said.

I just began to part my legs when there was the sound of an awful crash and tearing of wood. Jake suddenly leapt from the bed then seemed to fly through the air. He landed with a thump against the wall, shook his head and got up again but before he walked a couple of paces he was smacked against the wall once more and this time he was out cold.

I looked up with blurry eyes to see someone approaching me. I began to cower down again half expecting someone else to take over my assault but this person spoke.

"Hey, hey Amy you're okay don't worry you're okay he won't hurt you I promise he won't hurt you."

It was my neighbour Leo. He picked me up from the bed and cradled me in his arms. I held him tightly and began to cry, partly from relief the other from shock.

Several minutes later Jake began to stir. Leo grabbed him by his hair, marched him downstairs and threw him out of the front door along with his clothes. Jake said nothing just collected his things and walked off massaging his sore chin.

Leo entered my room again.

"He's gone Amy and I doubt he'll be back." He said as he sat beside me with his arm around my shoulders.

We sat like that for over ten minutes before making our way to the kitchen where I made us a coffee. I sat down opposite him with my housecoat pulled tightly round me and sipped my hot drink.

"So how did you know what was going on Leo?" I asked.

"I think you know that already Amy don't you, are you annoyed at me?" He replied.

I smiled.

"How could I be annoyed at you for what you've just done for me, of course I'm not."

"So I think I'd better get rid of the equipment now, sorry." He said hanging his head in shame.

"You don't have to Leo."

"Sorry, wha... what do you mean?"

"I said you don't have to. To be honest I enjoyed the sex even more knowing you were watching my every move."

Leo began to redden.

"Did you ever play with yourself when you watched me Leo?"

"Er yes I have to confess I did."

"Did you cum each time?"

"God this is embarrassing, yes I did cum each time." He replied.

"I can see by that lump in your trousers you are quite excited now, would you like to do more than just watch?" I said and stood up in front of him letting my housecoat fall to the floor leaving me naked between his legs.

"Oh my God Amy you are so beautiful I don't think I could do you justice." He replied.

"Just think of it as my way of saying thank you for all you've done for me tonight." I replied.

I pulled him to his feet. I unclipped his belt and unbuttoned his trousers letting them fall to the floor. His cock curved upwards like a scimitar. I knelt on the floor and took it's shaft in my hand then dipped my mouth over its head.

"Oh Jesus oh Jesus." He uttered as I sucked the length of his cock.

After a few minutes I stood, turned and leant over the kitchen table presenting my wet pussy for his use.

"Are you sure Amy?" He asked.

"Oh yeah baby just slide that big old cock of yours right in there it's wet and ready for you." I replied and parted my legs.

I felt the head of his cock part my wet lips and gently push inside my hot cunt.

"Oh baby that's so nice, more baby give me more."

He pushed his curved cock deep inside me until his pubes hit my arse cheeks.

"Fuck me Leo fuck me hard." I told him and he wasted no time in complying with my wishes.

He grabbed my hips and pounded my pussy so hard the kitchen table beneath us bounced its way across the floor coming to rest against the far wall.

Leo grunted and heaved his cock in and out of my pussy. My juices squelched out of my hole and trickled down my inner thigh.

"Oh this is heaven Leo just fucking heaven, do it to me sugar do it to me make me cum all over your cock!"

I felt him take a hand off my thighs then seconds later felt him put it on my bottom and begin to rub his thumb across my anal ring.

"No baby not my bottom I've never had that done before just fuck me please." I begged.

Leo had obviously licked his thumb prior to touching me because it now felt slightly cold. Before I could say anymore Leo pushed his thumb deep inside my rear passage.

"OH FUCK!" I screamed out. 

"Oh my God oh my God oh my God fuck me Leo fuck both my holes!"

I started to cum hard. I pushed back hard against every stroke forcing his cock and finger to go further inside me. As my pussy walls throbbed against his cock my anal ring clamped round his thumb giving me an unbelievable feeling.

"I'm cumming Amy fuck am I cuummmmiiinnnnggg!" Leo shouted and rammed his cock for all he was worth inside my quivering pussy hole.

I didn't think I would ever stop cumming. I was so tense I couldn't utter a single word. My heart was drumming hard in my ears and I was gasping for air but I couldn't say a thing until we had both stopped ejaculating.

Leo slumped across my limp body pinning me beneath him. We stayed like that until his limp cock slid from inside me releasing a flood of cum on the tiled floor.

We stood up and kissed passionately. I looked at the floor and saw his cum splattered everywhere.

"Bloody hell Leo when was the last time you emptied your balls?" I jokingly said.

"The last time you fucked Scott."

"Scott, I didn't know you had sound as well as vision over at yours."




I Spy



"Oh yeah Amy I've heard and seen everything you've done in this room and some of the bathroom as well!" He said with a smile.

Images ran through my head of me masturbating with the hairbrush and changing my tampon near the bathroom door on another occasion.

I jokingly hit his arm.

"You naughty, naughty boy Leo I must bear that in mind next time I'm walking around naked."

"Just don't stop please?" He asked.

"Okay I won't but just for you." I replied and kissed him again. 

That was the only time Leo and I have got it together. He said he would rather wank over me having sex with another than take me again. It's not that he didn't enjoy it he just thinks I'm too good for him and doesn't want to spoil what we have.

As for me well I still get laid on a regular basis but am obviously more careful with picking my sperm donors! Scott returns soon so all will be well again, who knows I may even settled down with him. 

Stranger things have happened, right?

*

Copyright 17/9/2010



I Spy



Change was never my thing. Even minor changes tend to send me into a tailspin. So it should have been a surprise on that cloudy day in February, just two days after the biggest snowfall the city had seen in years, to find myself alone. Tom, my boyfriend of three years came home looking perfectly prim and proper. He looked me in the eyes and told me there was someone else. To say I didn't handle it well would be a major understatement. 

I lost it.

I couldn't eat, sleep, or work. My friends tried to get me to move on but the shock of it all was too much. Three years felt like a lifetime. I was certain he was the one. I was convinced he would be proposing any day now. I was wrong.

After being a zombie for three months I made a decision I never thought I was capable of. After living in the same state my entire life I decided to call in some favors. I managed to get an interview with a company based in Seattle, a city I had never seen for real but always thought was beautiful in pictures. It was also clear across the country. 

Seattle is beautiful. If you've never been, you really should. But this story isn't about the city or the amazing Market or even the Space Needle, I'll save that story for another day. This story is about how my move to Seattle changed my life forever and for the better.

Almost ten years of 50 to 70 hour workweeks and a saver's mindset provided me with a substantial amount of money for a new place. After months of living out of a rental I finally found my dream home, a stunning two floor, two-bedroom townhouse with breathtaking views of Puget Sound and the Needle, plus a separate guest house above the garage. Both were decked out in top quality appliances and fully furnished to my taste. It was fate.

Although I could afford the house, after a few weeks I decided to rent out the guest house to help with the mortgage. 

It took a little over two weeks to find a tenant.

Meet Jeff, a twenty two year old, working college student who had just moved out of his parents place. Jeff played sports in high school and his tall, muscular frame showed off years of work. It was obvious he took pride in his body, and for a brief moment I allowed myself to appreciate his hard work.

He even introduced me to his parents, which was a large factor in my decision to rent to him. His parents were maybe ten, fifteen at the most, years older than me. They were fun-loving, young at heart and incredibly kind. And from what I saw, they raised Jeff to be a strong, confident, respectful young man. I didn't kid myself, I knew that he'd have girls over and probably a party here and there, but I never worried about him taking advantage of me.

Classes had come to an end for the summer and Jeff offered to take care of the yard work for me in his off time. He had taken a full time job working for one of the tour companies in town. I want to say a trolley or bus tour but I never really paid much attention. He was busy, rarely home and when he was he either took care of our yard or was in his place. 

It was the day after the Forth of July, which was on a Friday that year, that our story really begins. 

Jeff had asked if he could have some friends over for a BBQ on the forth. I had plans to visits friends and agreed as long as he cleaned up after everyone. He promised and off I went. 

When I returned to the house after my party, the boys, his usual group of friends with a few ladies, were still going strong in the backyard. I wished them all a good evening and headed in for bed. Jeff promised they would keep it down and even offered to move the party inside. I told him it wasn't necessary and was asleep moments after my head hit the pillow. 

I woke the next morning just after eight feeling hornier than I had in months. 

Now remember, Tom broke up with me in February it's now July. Other than my fingers and the occasional stolen moments with my good friend Mr. Vibrator I've had not sexual contact with anyone in months. In truth I hadn't thought about it in months. I threw myself into the move, my new job, my new house. But suddenly I was very aware of my body and how badly it wanted attention. And not just from me. With an annoyed growl I took a cold shower, dressed in my pale pink silk robe and went down to make myself some coffee. 

I brought the coffee and some toast back up to the sitting area in my room where my book sat waiting for me. 

My sitting room, if that's what you call it, is a window seat off of the back of the house overlooking the backyard. The seat is incredibly comfortable with large fluffy pillows and one of my favorite throws. I curled up on the seat, facing the yard and began to read. 

My guilty pleasure is erotic stories and within minutes the sexual buzzing in my body became more than I could bear. I placed my coffee mug on the table I set up beside the seat and let my fingers slip down over my body. 

I'm not a size two; in fact, I'm more like a twelve. I have curves. Curves that only certain people approve of but I never thought of myself as unattractive. I was known for my dimpled smile and ocean blue eyes. In the past it was my breasts and plump ass that men seemed attracted too. They were both on the larger side, so their big hands could really dig in. Since I left home I had lost a bit of weight but my stomach was never going to be flat and I had finally come to accept it. 

As I read through the dirty story about strangers in a dance club my fingers moved beneath my robe and down between my soft, creamy thighs. I was surprised to find how wet I already was. I slowly traced the lips of my pussy with my fingers, teasing them as I read. When I reached the end of the chapter I couldn't wait any longer. I put the book down so that I could tease my begging nipples while moving my middle finger to circle my hardening clit. 

It didn't take long for the need to take over. My fingers were moving fast, one pinching my nipples, hard, the other fucking my wet hole before circling my clit, rubbing it hard and fast. That's when I realized the best part about living alone. 

I screamed as loud as I could when I came. Allowing all my frustration and the joy of my orgasm to freely express itself. My twitching thighs trapped my hand against my wet mound. My hand practically slapped my nipples. My eyes were closed, basking in the afterglow for a good five minutes before I finally opened them and looked down. My robe had fallen open, my nude body on display for anyone looking through the window. I quickly looked outside but the only way someone could see me was if they were looking from Jeff's living room window. Just as I looked his way, the curtains dropped. 

Instantly I was embarrassed. Was it possible someone had seen me?  I thought as I sat up but I was distracted by the throbbing between my legs. It wasn't enough. I needed more. Frustrated, I took a deep breath and made another big decision. I stood up and let my robe fall from my shoulders. I stood in the light of the window naked as the day I was born. And it made me smile.

I walked around like that for the rest of the day. Even ate lunch, naked sitting at the kitchen table. I had a brief moment of panic when some of Jeff's friends appeared in the backyard but calmed down as I watched them, carefully hidden behind a curtain, clean up the yard. 

After dinner and a delicious bottle of red I retired to my room where I made yet another big decision. 

The one complaint I have about my house is the bathrooms are pretty dim. 

So I grabbed a bowl of warm water, the shaving cream, a brand new razor, some sheers, a mirror and a few towels. I placed one towel on the window seat, figuring it would give me the most room. I hadn't seen Jeff all day and there were no lights on in his place so I knew I was in the clear. I sat back and covered my throbbing mound with a warm, wet towel. I left it there for a good five minutes, hoping to make it easier to shave, but since I had never tried it before I wasn't really sure. 

Using the sheers first I clipped the hair around my pussy and above down so it would be less to shave. Once I was done with that, I placed a second warm towel over my mound and looked out at the city I was falling in love with. The night was beautiful, the sun was setting and the breeze was perfect, sending tiny cool kisses up and down my naked skin. 

I removed the towel and spread the shaving cream over the hair above my lips. The cream was cold and made me jump. Once I had my breathing under control I slowly began running the razor over the top of my mound. Then I rinsed the hair off in the bowl next to me. I continued until I was bare, then moved on to the delicate folds of my pussy lips. I was scared but excited. I had never been bare before. Again the cool cream shocked my hot box but it was calming. I slowly and very carefully removed the hair from my pussy lips. Inside and out and once I thought I was done I covered myself in the last warm towel and gently wiped away any left over shaving cream. The warmth of the towel against my bare lips was intoxicating and before I could stop myself I was running it between my lips, pressing it against my clit. 

Finally I removed the towel and looked down. I smiled and grabbed the mirror from behind me and gave myself a better look. It was incredible, very pink and so soft that I couldn't stop my hands from touching it. Before long my fingers were every where. Deep inside me, circling my clit, pinching my nipples. That's when I heard it. Startled I looked up and saw Jeff's curtains swinging again. 

Do I hear footsteps?  I asked myself, frozen in place. 

I spun around and just about screamed. 

"I didn't mean to scare you." He said softly, his eyes glued to the wet, hot space between my legs.

"I thought you were out." I screeched but didn't move to cover myself. 

"I was hoping if I made it look that way you'd visit the window again." He smiled and took a few steps into my room. When I didn't stop him, he took a few more. 

"Oh." I said swallowing. "Um, well you shouldn't be here." I said finally and grabbed a towel.

"Please don't cover yourself." He said, his lips curving up on the ends. "You're beautiful." His eyes slowly moved up my body until they met mine. That was all I needed, that look. "I could help, make sure you got it all, I mean," he offered, taking the last few steps between us. 

"Jeff," I whispered, "I don't think that's a good idea." I barely got the words out before he was kneeling before me, his face inches from my newly bare pussy. 

He said nothing, his eyes still glued to mine. 

His warm, callused hands were suddenly resting on my knees. 

I bit my lower lip. 

He smiled and gently pushed my legs apart. 

His smile grew.

I gulped.

He leaned forward, his nose almost between my puffy, pink lips. 

"May I?" He asked, pointing towards the razor. "You missed a spot."

I couldn't speak. I grabbed the razor and the cream from beside me and handed them to him. 

"Lean back and spread your legs for me." He was so certain that I did as he said. "Try pulling your knees up to your chest and spreading them that way."

I did and became instantly aware of how open my body was for him, but I couldn't seem to stop.

Neither of us said a word as he used two fingers to open my lips further and carefully spread some cream between them. Slowly, he ran the razor between my lips. He continued these steps a few more times before taking the cooler towel sitting on the seat beside me and gently pressing it against my mound. He gently wiped the hot heat between my spread thighs making sure to remove all the cream and any left over hairs. Then, he pulled the towel away. 

My eyes remained on his face the entire time. His already dark blue eyes were darker than I had ever seen, his face bright with excitement. He's breathing deeper, his hands sure of themselves. His eyes flicked up to mine and he smiled. 

"Perfect." He whispered before running his fingers between my lips. The moment he reached my clit I sat up and clamped my legs closed. "What's wrong?" he asked, his hand trapped between my legs.

"Jeff, we really shouldn't do this." Even I wasn't convinced.

"Do what?" He smiled again.

"You know."

"I watched you this morning. You're gorgeous when you come, but I really want to hear you," he said pushing himself up to bring his face even with mine. "Let me do this for you."

"Jeff..."

"I'm an adult, you're an adult. What's the problem?"

"I know your parents and I'm much older than you."

"Ten years is not that much."

"Trust me, it is."

"I don't care."

"Jeff," I started again but his fingers were moving between my thighs, he wasn't giving up, and having him trapped so close to my clit wasn't helping matters. "Jeff," I moaned, my body reacting without my head's consent.

"Open your legs," he said, his eyes boring into mine. 

I hesitated, took a deep breath, and spread my legs. 

"Thank you." He whispered just before he leaned forward and sucked my hard clit between his lips.



I-spy



For quite some time I have written stories for my own enjoyment. This is my very favourite that I've reworked a bit and given a proper ending in the hope that others may enjoy it too. A bit of a slow tease to get you going, but I think it does cook and has a twist at the end.

Please note

1 This is a story of persuasion and seduction, NOT of coercion which I have no wish to condone or encourage.

2 I never fancied an aunt of my own in this way -- but the idea of a mature desirable woman also being an aunt lends an added naughtiness to MILF fantasies.

3 It also widens the scope for potential scenarios. It's the scenario, almost the pre-foreplay that I like to imagine. 

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John had graduated from college and after chilling out for a week he had offered to visit his Aunt Stella for a week or so to do some decorating for her. Until two years ago his Aunt Stella had been married to his uncle Tony, his mother's brother. 

She had remained on friendly terms with his parents since the divorce, and John had fancied her for ages. She was really grateful for his offer to help her and insisted that he should not spend all day every day decorating, anxious that he should also have some time to relax after his gruelling final term at college.

She was forty-seven years old, and although she was not positively slim, neither was she fat. She worked mornings and on his first day he had looked through her wardrobe and clothes. She was a (UK) size 16, and according to her bra she was a 38C. Her height was around five feet eight. Her height and the way she bore herself gave her something of a statuesque appearance. She always dressed smartly and her blond hair was immaculately groomed and lacquered and stood off her head a little. Her legs were long and, although not slender, they were in proportion to the rest of her and still quite shapely. They looked equally good bear or in tights which were usually pale brown or tan. When they were together he found it hard to act casual and to resist the constant urge to look at her body.

In addition to her appearance he found being in the house alone with his aunt intimate, and her constant closeness was arousing. The fact that she was dressing, undressing or showering in the room next to his gave him repeated erections, and he found himself masturbating at least twice a day as he thought of her. For the first three days he had toyed with the idea of making a move. At last, after another sleepless night and despite the possible consequences if she told his parents, he had made up his mind to risk all.

His heart was pounding in his chest as the time for her arrival home from work drew near. He was very apprehensive and was still trying to argue down his fears and doubts.

At last he heard the car pull up outside. He was half-hard and felt a twinge in his underpants as he heard her footsteps on the drive, heard her open the door and call "Hi." He tried to sound casual as he called back. She went into the dining room to see how far he had got with painting, then went into the kitchen and a few minutes later came into the lounge with a glass of fresh fruit juice. She was smartly dressed in a white blouse and a grey calf-length skirt.

He glanced up from the newspaper -- strategically held to cover the bulge in his trousers -- as she entered the lounge. She sat on the sofa opposite him and smiled. He smiled back and glanced quickly at her ample breasts. 

"You've got all that painting done John. It's looking really good. I relay do appreciate you giving up your time to help me out.

He could make out the lace of her bra against her blouse and, as he looked furtively again, he could just discern her nipples. Although her skirt reached below her knee it retreated as she crossed her leg, and her pale, bare legs looked good below her hem.

"That's fine, Auntie. I don't mind. It's a pleasure."

She smiled again.

"What a shame it's raining, John. I was thinking we could have gone out for a drive. It looks as though we'll have to stay in, though."

"Never mind, Auntie."

Again he sneaked a look at her ample breasts under her blouse as they rose and fell with her breathing. Her blouse was just buttoned high enough to reveal the top of her cleft. He steeled himself as he spoke again. He gave a little laugh.

"We'll have to play 'I-spy' or something like we did when I was a boy."

She too gave a soft laugh.

"You used to love playing that, John. We had to play it for an hour or so each time."

"Okay Auntie. I-spy with my little eye... something beginning with 'b'."

Her puzzled expression gave way to a smile.

"Oh, alright then, John... er... bookcase?"

"No."

"Er... book?"

"No."

He rose from his chair and walked across the room as casually as he could. He smiled and sat on the arm of the sofa beside her.

"Bowl? I mean the fruit bowl," she added.

He smiled, still trying hard to appear calm, and shook his head. He glanced swiftly inside her blouse at the pale tops of her orbs and at her lacy white bra.

"Banana?" she guessed again.

"No. I-spy with my little eye, something beginning with 'b'..."

With a slow, smooth movement he cupped his aunt's breast and stroked it through her thin cotton blouse. Her firm orb gave way slightly to his touch, and he gazed at his hand as he held it.

She thrust his hand away and her eyes flashed with shock and anger.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, JOHN?"

"This..." he said, and cupped her breast through her blouse again. 

"Playing I-spy, Auntie. I-spy with my little eye, THIS beginning with 'b'..."

Again he cupped her breast through her blouse. He rolled and squeezed it gently, thrilling in its feel through the cotton of her blouse and the lace of her bra. Again she pushed his hand away.

"PACK IT IN NOW, JOHN! WHAT'S COME OVER YOU?"

She watched her nephew's hand rise and move to her breast once more, saw and felt him caress it through her blouse, and felt him brush her nipple with his fingertip.

"I-spy this, Auntie..."

Despite her shock she felt a twinge of pleasure at his touch. It had been a long time since she had been touched, and her dormant sexuality was now stirring. But the sensation was mingled with a sense of illicitness at being touched up by her nephew. Again she pushed his hand away, but not as quickly as she had. "I WON'T TELL YOU AGAIN, JOHN!" she cried out.

The slight delay in her reaction sent a thrill of excitement through him. She glared at him as she spoke, but this time her voice was a little quieter.

"Don't, John. Don't. It isn't funny. Don't touch me again. In fact I think you should leave the room."

"It isn't meant to be funny, Auntie. And I don't want to leave the room. I want to carry on playing. I spy with my little eye... something gorgeous beginning with 'b'."

He fondled her breast a little more firmly this time, and slipped one finger between the buttons of her blouse. Her skin was smooth and soft. He felt her tense, but she gave a low gasp, too. Then -- again after a moment's pause -- she thrust his hand from her. This time, though she avoided looking him in the eye.

She spoke quietly but her voice tremored. "Don't, John, that's enough now. You mustn't do that, you shouldn't even be thinking about doing it. I... I don't want you to... I'm your auntie for goodness' sake..."

"Oh Aunt Stella, it ISN'T enough. Not for me. I've wanted to do this for ages. Besides, we aren't even related. If you hadn't married Uncle Tony we would just be a twenty one year old lad and a hot forty-seven year old lady. I spy with..."

"No, John, please, no..."

"...my little eye, something of Auntie's beginning with 'b'. Something firm but yielding, something gorgeous, something I want to caress -- AND KISS -- beginning with 'b'..."

His nerves were at screaming point. But he sensed the weakening of her resistance. It emboldened him, and he rested his trembling hand at the base of his aunt's neck and slipped it smoothly and slowly inside her blouse to cup one breast through the scratchy lace of her bra. He brushed her nipple through it with his fingertip, rolled her orb gently but firmly through the lace, and stroked the soft bare skin above her bra. He felt her quiver.

"No... please, John, we mustn't... I mean YOU mustn't..."

Summoning her remaining will power she nudged his hand away. But there was little conviction in her voice now. She knew it. So did he. He kissed her on the cheek, then brushed his lips lightly across hers. He rested his hand on the neckline of her blouse and slid his hand inside again. He felt her tense in response. But she said nothing.

As his fingers met her bra, he slipped them inside the warm, sensual lace. Her breast gave way deliciously to his touch. He inched his fingertips to her tautening nipple -- the hardening nipple of his aunt! She gave a low sigh. 

He kissed her on the mouth again, tugging her lips with his, then she turned her face away. She made a half-hearted attempt to nudge his hand from her, but he immediately cupped her breast inside her bra again and teased the naked rubbery point of her nipple with his fingernail. He was sure that it was getting harder.

"No John, please..."

"Let me see down your blouse, Aunt Stella... let me see your gorgeous boobs... oh yeah..."

He pulled her blouse forward, holding it with his left hand. He slid his right hand inside, lifted her bra forward, and peered inside.

"Oh Auntie, they're even lovelier than I thought..."

Leaning forward he kissed her cheek and neck, delighting in her light perfume. Ignoring her feebly muttered protest he kissed the base of her neck and the top of her cleavage.

"Mmm Aunt Stella, you're so beautiful... and so sexy..."

He stooped lower and planted deep, lingering kisses against each breast in turn, through her blouse, pressing his mouth against them and between them, enjoying the feel of the warm soft fabric and yielding flesh under his lips. He brushed his lips slowly and lightly against each swelling nipple in turn.

She was shaking, and pushed him away.

"John, John, you MUSTN'T. You have to stop, right now, and you have to stop thinking of me like this..."

"Oh Auntie, I can't. I've been wanting to do this since I got here last Saturday..."

Gently but smoothly he moved his fingers to the top button of her blouse and deftly unbuttoned it, and did the same with the next. His fingers were trembling with excitement. Again she feebly nudged his hand away, protesting half-heartedly. Her face was flushed, and she was trembling. Her breathing was slightly laboured, and her voice was strained with the mixture of emotions she felt.

"NO, John! That's far enough... no more now please..."

"Just let me take your blouse and bra off and kiss your boobs, Auntie, hmm? That wouldn't be too bad now, would it?"

She continued to voice weak protests but made no attempt to stop him as he unbuttoned her blouse. She avoided looking at his face, watching instead her nephew's trembling fingers unfasten her blouse and peel it open. He caressed her cheek, and, without realising, she leaned her face into his hand. 

He smiled to himself and stared, enthralled by her bra-clad breasts, and aroused by their being his aunt's. He unbuttoned her sleeves and pulled her gently forward so that he could ease her blouse free of her skirt. He resisted the temptation to drop it on the floor and folded it instead, placing it on the sofa beside her. He ran his fingers along the cups of his aunt's white, lacy bra, gently pressing his fingers against her spongy orbs as he did so.

Despite her misgivings, she gave a low sigh.

"That nice, Auntie?"

"I... I don't know."

Still forcing himself to go slowly, he ran his fingers along the straps of her bra, then back to the lacy cups. He placed the palm of one hand over her breast and massaged it in slow, sensual circular movements. She closed her eyes, half hoping that this outrageous situation would end soon with him doing no more than he was doing now. Yet a longing was rising within her for her nephew to go further... to go -- yes, all the way!

He pulled her gently forwards and she yielded as he unclasped her bra. He thrilled in the way her c-cup breasts surged forward. He peeled the narrow straps slowly off her arms, staring as the full orbs came into view. They sagged slightly. He drew her face to his and kissed her cheek, then her mouth. He cupped one breast and massaged it around and gently scooped it up and down. He kissed her more deeply, moulding his lips against hers, tentatively tracing his tongue across her lips. She parted her lips and he ran his tongue along her shiny teeth.

He took her nipple between his finger and thumb and gently shook her breast by it. It quivered sensually. She gave a murmur of pleasure. He scooped his hand under her orb and bounced it gently up and down, staring as it surged and wobbled alluringly. He rubbed her nipple between his finger and thumb, thrilling in the way it tautened.

"Let me kneel before you, Aunt Stella, and kiss your lovely soft boobs..."

She continued to sit with her eyes closed as he knelt on the floor in front of her and nuzzled her breasts. He ran his hard tongue up and down her shallow cleft, then moved his mouth to each rounded orb in turn. 

He licked her nipples and pressed his face alternately against each squashy breast. He planted slow lingering kisses on them. With his tongue her circled lightly round each nipple in turn, then flicked his tongue over them. He pressed each erect nipple flat with his tongue and allowed it to rise again.

"Oh Auntie, you've got magnificent breasts... and lovely hard nipples mmmhhh, Auntie..."

Each time he called her "Auntie" she felt a wave of excitement mingled with shame, shame of the illicit thing she was allowing but that deep down she found herself wanting, shame that the very illicitness itself aroused her. He drew part of her tender breast into his mouth and began to suck gently. She let out a low moan.

"Is that nice, Aunt Stella... do you like having your boobs sucked?"

He sucked her left breast more greedily. He took her right nipple with his hand and alternately tweaked it and shook her breast up and down by it. She gave a grunt of delight.

He uncrossed her legs and knelt between them, then kissed her on the mouth and caressed her neck. She instinctively opened her mouth and allowed him to touch her tongue with his, then she began to push her own tongue sensually against his.

He placed one hand casually on her knee and continued to kiss her mouth and neck. With his other hand he kneaded her ample breasts. Nonchalantly he stroked her knee through her skirt, then her lower thigh. He returned his mouth to her breasts, watching them yield and ripple. She offered no resistance as he caressed higher up her inner thigh through her oatmeal-coloured skirt. He slid his hand up inside the hem just above her knees.

"Ah-ah, John. Maybe... I really think you should stop... now!"

She tugged her skirt back into place, but he immediately slid it back up above her knees.

"I don't, Aunt Stella... And neither do you. Not 'really'."

He slid to the floor and kissed her bare knees, continuing to fondle her breasts with his left hand. He slid his right hand behind her knee and stroked the back of her bare thigh, savouring the warmth and softness of her skin. He pushed her skirt a little higher. Her thighs were fleshy but firm, and her skin was pale. 

He stooped and planted a slow, deep kiss on her thigh.

"Ah-ah, John... not there. Please. NO, John.. nooooh..."

She pushed him away half-heartedly and pulled her skirt hem down again. He stooped and kissed her fleshy thigh.

"John, NO..."

But his aunt's voice was almost a whisper now, and despite asking him to stop she made no attempt to make him. He licked and nuzzled her thighs, still fondling her breast with his left hand. He dug his right hand under her backside and gently squeezed it. 

He got up and sat beside her on the sofa. He kissed her deeply on the mouth, and to his delight she parted her lips again and allowed his tongue to meet hers, then she playfully teased his tongue with hers and began pushing her tongue against his. 

Her sensitive breasts were being tormented by her nephew's deft caresses, and instinctively she found herself parting her legs a little wider to allow his other hand to stroke and fondle her inner thighs. Slowly -- terribly slowly -- she felt him inch his hand higher up her skirt until he was kneading the very top of her thigh, then he brushed his fingers lightly and briefly between them against the moist lace of her knickers. She gave a soft moan. He slid his hand away and caressed her inner thigh again. To his delight she parted her legs a little wider.

"You've got gorgeous legs, Aunt Stella. I want to go on caressing your thighs... and I want to caress BETWEEN them..."

With tantalisingly light strokes he fondled her pussy through her lacy panties. She gave a deep sigh. He rubbed her more deliberately, pressing his fingertips against her and gently stroking her. The fabric became dank, and she gave a shudder and whimper of pleasure. Then she gave a few tentative thrusts of her crotch against his teasing finger.

"Oh, Aunt Stella... you're so gorgeous, so sexy... I've wanted you for so long, Auntie... I want to do it with you. Let's go upstairs. Take me to your bed, Auntie. Take me to your bed -- now."

He got up and so did she. Her eyes avoided his, but they were half-glazed. She led the way slowly along the hall and up the stairs. He said nothing as he walked behind her, gazing at the curves of her waist and hips, at the shape of her backside and her plump legs. He caressed her firm, ample bum cheeks through her skirt.

His aunt led the way into her bedroom. He stood before her and kissed her neck, his hands playing with her slightly flaccid breasts, stroking and scooping them and gently pinching her hard nipples. He kneaded her backside through her skirt, and gently guided her backwards to the bed. 

She lay on her back with her eyes closed and with her feet still on the floor, and he lay beside her, nuzzling and caressing her breasts and straddling her thigh, gently thrusting against it. He murmured to her encouragingly.

"Mmmhhh.. Auntie... mmm..."

He eased his aunt onto her side and unfastened her skirt, and she helped him to slide it down her long legs. He slid off her shoes. He stroked her belly, which was fairly flat, then took her white lacy panties in both hands and slid them smoothly down her long legs and off her ankles. Her crotch was bare and covered by a verdant crop of sandy pubes. In a final flush of guilt she hid her hairy pussy from his view with one trembling hand.

He rolled her onto her back again & nuzzled her neck, gently caressing and kneading her breasts, kissing her shallow cleft and each orb, teasing her nipples with his lips.

"Mmm, Auntie. Ohh yes, Auntie..."

He gently nudged her hand from her pussy and gazed, fascinated, at the fine silky pubes surrounding her pink swollen lips. All the girls with whom he had had sex previously either had either had shaved or closely trimmed pussies. He caressed the smooth skin of her inner thighs, inching slowly higher to her verdant mound. He ran his fingers through his aunt's soft pubes, enjoying the feel of the long fine hairs entwining his fingers. She parted her legs. He took each breast in turn in his mouth and sucked it. She crooned her approval.

"That's nice, John. That's soooh nice. Suck Auntie's breasts harder, love..."

He licked her nipples and played with them, pressing them flat with his hard tongue and releasing them again, tweaking and chewing them with his lips. He stroked her swollen, pussy lips, gently pinched them, and stroked the hard button of her clit. 




I-spy



"Ohhh, John love... mmmmhh..."

"Mmmhh, Auntie..."

Tentatively he eased one finger into her sticky opening. Far from protesting she sighed with delight and parted her thighs wider. He began to tease her, sliding his finger slowly and rhythmically in and out of her, and she thrust lightly and playfully in response. He teased her moist clit with his fingertip. She gave a low moan, and rolled onto her back, with her thighs spread.

"Get it out and give it to Auntie Stella, John..."

"You sure, Aunt Stella?"

"Yes. Do it!"

"Only if you're certain, Auntie. I want you like mad but you didn't want me to at first. I've no intention of forcing myself on you. I'll only if you really want me to..."

"Do it John. Do it now. I... Auntie wants your hard young cock inside her... deep and hard inside her..."

Her coarse words and eager tone sent a surge of desire through him. He hurriedly pulled off his tee shirt, kicked off his shoes and yanked down his trousers and underpants. He glanced at his aunt's hairy, pouting pussy, then eased his swollen member inside it. 

"Suck Auntie's breasts as you do it, love... mmm yesss!"

As he began to thrust into her she squeezed his backside and locked her strong legs around his waist. He began to thrust harder and faster and she met each thrust with her own, grinding up against him. 

"Ohhh yes, love... give it all to Auntie Stella, love... give it all to Auntie....ohhhhh yessss, yessss!"

She began to gasp and then she was writhing under and against him, clasping his back with her arms and his waist with her legs, her breathing shallow and irregular. As her climax began to subside, his swept over him and he felt himself empty inside her.

They lay still, caressing each other tenderly. Neither spoke, embarrassment preventing them knowing what to say. After a few minutes he sat up and looked her in the eye. She returned his gaze then looked away.

"I... I'm sorry Auntie. I shouldn't have... I..."

She forced a frown and pulled away from him.

"I'm sorry, too, John. I'm going to get dressed and then ring your mum."

He felt as if he had been plunged into cold water. Guilt gripped him, and fears of what his parents would say.

She looked at him intently.

"In fact I'm going to ring her right now. Don't you dare move or make a sound... and don't you DARE try to stop me or it will be worse!"

Horrified he watched her pull her skirt on and leave the room. The power of his desire for her and the intensity of the last half hour evaporated. He pulled on his boxers, his trousers and his tee shirt as she punched the keys of the telephone handset.

He skulked onto the landing. He was torn between simply listening and trying to stop her but it was too late -- she had already got through!

"Mary? Yes, it's Stella.... Yes... well, more or less okay. Well -- so-so."

A sense of growing horror came over him as she continued.

"Well, to be honest, I'll get him to ring you himself later. Yes, he's been painting this morning. In fact he's just about to clean himself up now..."

He felt almost nauseous, and her innuendo about cleaning himself up was crushing rather than arousing.

"No, everything's okay, but..."

She turned round and looked him in the eye as he stood at the top of the stairs. He averted his eyes to the floor. 

"I was wondering if you'd mind if he stayed here till the middle of next week. No, he's working hard. In fact today he's worked up quite a sweat. It's just that I don't want him decorating all day long, and it will probably take a bit longer than he expected. And there are -- a few other things I'd like him to do for me while he's here. Thanks, Mary. Speak to you at the weekend. Bye."

Even after she replaced the receiver it took a few moments for him to fully grasp the reality, given the scare she had given him. Then he laughed loudly. He looked down the staircase at her face. She sported a big smirk.

"I think we're quits now, John. You played a trick on me with your game of I-spy and now we're even."

He stared at her naked, ample breasts and nipples. She unfastened her skirt and slid it down her legs then came back up the stairs smiling.

"I think I'll freshen up and get changed, then I'll make a start on getting tea ready. If we eat at about five it will make a nice long evening for you and AUNTIE."

She raised and lowered her eyebrows and pulled a provocative face as she said the word.

"And you, you bad boy -- you can get yourself into town and buy some condoms. And not too small a packet, either..."

He laughed out loud with relief and with the prospect of another week and a half with his now-willing aunt.