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Peeping Tom Ch. 01

By: Many Feathers



I was currently in the process of a divorce. My job required that I travel a lot, and as such, I had come home quite unexpectedly from a trip out of town. Hoping to pleasantly surprise my wife, I was the one surprised as I walked in and found her in bed with another man. I had moved out shortly after that, and had most recently moved into the new Condominium I had found close to the office I worked in.

It was not a lavish place by any means, certainly affordable for me, especially under the circumstances. However, the grounds were nice, well-maintained, good security...and as I soon discovered, neighbors across the way that made my particular unit selection an added bonus.

At thirty-eight, I looked closer to thirty than to forty. I still had dark brown hair without a hint of grey in it yet, kept in reasonably good shape as I enjoyed running in the morning before heading off to work. I wasn't a workout nut by any means, but stayed healthy enough that I wasn't supporting any kind of a beer-gut either. Years ago, I had had my nose broken, which hadn't been set straight, so it was slightly off angle. Rather than making me look disfigured, or ugly, I'd been told it had instead given me a rather rugged looking appearance in a sexy way, so I'd never bothered with getting it fixed. But there was no real reason to worry about that either. After marrying my wife, all thoughts of other women (well except in the fantasy of my own mind perhaps) were out of the question, as I was...and had remained entirely faithful to her. Even now, we were still talking, but I was yet hesitant to forgive and forget. Sadly enough, this was the second time I had caught her in ten years, and it made me wonder if there had been other times, I wasn't aware of. Like they say, "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." Not sure what they say about the third time, but I say it would be, Stupid fucking fool." And I wasn't about to let myself become that.

It was in fact my very first weekend in my new place when things got really interesting. Though it hadn't been my intention to do what I did, circumstances that seemed far beyond my control seemed to dictate what did happen, and why. For one...it had been well over three month's now since I'd had sex with my soon to be ex-wife. Therefore, I was already climbing the walls from that. Sure...simple masturbation seemed a temporary solution, but the emotional stress I had been through had all but killed any kind of libido I used to have, so even that method of gratification seemed like a distant memory. I may not have known it at the time, but I was primed for some excitement, in whatever form it might come to me.

It was late in the afternoon by the time I had finished unpacking what little I had brought with me, putting it away. Most of my new furniture hadn't arrived yet, and wouldn't until Monday or Tuesday, so except for my favorite chair, and 50" flat screen, I didn't have much. Even my bed was nothing more than a blow-up mattress I had purchased to get by on until the following month when finances might permit me that luxury. As it was hot, I decided to walk out onto my cozy little patio, sip on a Corona, and get a bit more familiar with my surroundings and perhaps even a few of my neighbors. Little did I know at the time.

My deck basically had two safety railings that ran around it, decorative, though without any real privacy thrown into their thought when building them perhaps. I did notice that many of the other tenants in this complex had either erected plastic, or even in some cases, wooden screens that gave their deck patios a great deal more privacy.

The neighbor across the way wasn't one of them. Thiers's was just like mine. Two railings, entirely open. Perhaps it was being on the third level, like I was...that the thought of needing additional privacy on their balcony porch didn't seem necessary. Though for the six other units all on this level, we all had a clear view of everyone else's business so it seemed, though there was only one other unit situated next to mine that was open as well. Perhaps they didn't see the need either, a young couple who I met a few days later, introducing themselves as David and Crystal. At the moment however, it was the young woman across the small court that separated our respective units that caught my eye...and me hers as it turned out. Though that too I wasn't to discover for a few days yet.

Like I said, there I was, sipping my beer, enjoying the view, when the view suddenly got a whole lot better. Across the way, movement caught my eye, and I was just in time to see a young dark-haired beauty wearing an emerald green bikini come strolling out. She set down what appeared to be a pitcher of iced-tea next to her on the table, and then spread out a big fluffy looking towel down on the lounge chair she soon climbed into. I looked away, pretending to be interested in something else, not wanting her to suddenly look up and over at me, and find me staring at her. I needn't have worried. By the time I looked back, she had rolled over in her chair, face down now, looking the other way.

I was free to look all I wanted to.

From the quick scrutiny of her I had taken in, she was built like a brick shit house, perfect in every way. Large, but not overly large breasts, long...well rounded legs and thighs, and a nice tight ass that I could now even more clearly see, especially when she nonchalantly reached down and behind herself, actually pulling the bottoms up even tighter into the crack of her ass. Obviously, her intention of tanning them more than they already were. She had a great ass, and I wasn't normally an ass man, more of a boob man, but I found myself thinking about nibbling on that sweet ass of hers as I sat there. And that's of course when I realized I was sporting an erection. Something I hadn't felt now in one hell of a long time.

I had just about collected my wits, and had even congratulated myself on getting rid of my erection without doing anything, when she suddenly reached around herself once again, this time undoing the clasp on her bikini top. I think I got about a two-second look at the side view of her breast as it seemed to appear before she settled back face down into the lounge chair once again. Next thing I know, my once flaccid cock is suddenly hard again. I reached over taking a sip of my beer, only to find I had already drained it, now chastising myself.

"Good hell, what's wrong with me?" I actually said aloud to myself. "A two second view of the side of a bare breast, and I'm horny?" It was time for another beer at the very least. I walked back inside my condo, took another Corona from the fridge, indulged myself with a lime, and walked back out to my balcony. This time acting like it was my first trip out there or something. I didn't even glance across the way at first, scanning the horizon like I was looking for the second coming of Christ, lifting my beer to sip from it, and only then spinning on the balls of my feet, completing the perfectly choreographed performance. As I pulled away from my beer, now looking across the way, I was greeted with an entirely new, totally unexpected little surprise. She had turned over in her chair, now face up...two perfectly formed, beautiful bare breasts sitting there for all the world to see.

Well...me anyway.

The fact that she now had sun-glasses on made me a little nervous. And though the way her head was positioned, laying fully and completely back, I had to wonder if she had any kind of an idea, or could see me standing there gawking at her. I again feigned indifference, looked away, once more scanning the courtyard up-down, side to side, and casually strolled back over towards my own chair. I sat down, likewise hidden behind the covering of my own dark sunglasses which I'd had the forethought to put on before I had come strolling back out again. And now...I really was hard. Sitting there looking without trying to appear that I was. Wondering if she knew I was looking, or simply trying to pretend she didn't know that I was. Either way, she didn't seem to mind, and I was content to look for a bit longer at least, until my beer ran out again anyway, before heading back inside, where this time I'd remain. Leaving her to her privacy in being able to sun-bathe without being peeped on.

I had to laugh. I guess it really was official now. My name was Tom Matthews. So I guess that after all these years, I had finally made it official. I really was a Peeping Tom.

As I promised myself, I finished my second beer and headed back inside, carefully, and even quietly closing the sliding glass doors behind me as I did. I figured with the way the sunlight was sitting, that the glare and reflection pretty much kept my movements now inside the house pretty well concealed. Thus...standing just inside and back a bit, I still had a fairly decent view of my very young, very sexy neighbor, without her being able to see me. And then to my surprise, her sliding glass door opened, and another woman appeared. This one obviously much older, more along my age perhaps, and without a doubt, by the similarities in hair color, shape etc...more than likely the young girl's mother. She too was wearing a swim-suit, a two piece, not exactly a bikini, white in color, with breasts that hinted at being even slightly larger than her daughters. I wondered for a moment if "mom" might chastise her daughter for displaying herself like that, but she seemed to be ok with it, pouring herself an ice-tea from the pitcher, sitting it down, and then spreading out her towel on the adjacent lounge chair. What she did then however, blew me away. She simply reached back around herself, undid the clasp on her swim-top, and removed it. Unlike her daughter however, she stood there for a moment, actually cupping, as though massaging her very exposed breasts before taking her seat, settling back, and only then reaching for her iced tea. Daughter now sat up, moving her chair back into a sitting position. Mom and daughter now sitting side-by-side, bare breasts and all.

I realized only then, I'd been standing there stroking my cock through my very tented khaki shorts. A very large, very dark wet spot protruding through when I looked down at myself.

I actually felt ashamed of myself, and now really did feel like some sort of a pervert...worse than a Peeping Tom. It was time to go to the store and do some much needed shopping. I figured if nothing else, that would get my mind off my two very interesting neighbors. I couldn't help wondering where the husband/father was.

Oh well.

**

I still had a few things on my "to do list", and sitting there looking at my next door neighbors wasn't on the list, even though I wish it had been. I had a few groceries I needed to get, a few other odds and ends to pick up, not to mention a load of laundry that needed doing. Luckily for me, those that didn't have washer and driers in their units, had access to a very nice laundry facility down in the court-yard area. Two hours later I was back, put everything away, took a quick glance outside, but my neighbors had since then disappeared. I was almost glad they were, or I'd have started in on the new pack of Corona's I'd picked up no doubt. 

It was time to do the laundry.

Gathering up what I did have, I made my way down the elevator to the courtyard, and then across to the laundry and exercise room adjacent to that. It was early evening, and I felt that most likely no one would be hogging all the washers and driers, especially as no one appeared to be using any of the treadmills, or exercise machines in the room next to it either. I walked in, hearing one washer and dryer actually being used. But there were five more than weren't. I started loading my clothes into a washing machine and started to open the new box of detergent I'd just purchased when the sound of a woman's voice behind me startled me.

"You really should sort those into whites and darks...or colors at least. You could end up with pink tighty-whiteys if you don't."

I realized then I was holding onto a pair of my white jockey shorts, looking for inadvertent skid marks perhaps, which likewise startled and embarrassed me as I hurriedly threw them back into the stack I had, as though having already come to the same conclusion.

"Yeah, I guess I really should," I responded, only then turning to take in who my unexpected companion was, and realizing that she looked vaguely familiar. Suddenly I realized, it was the young woman from across the way. A bit more demurely dressed now of course, though she was wearing a fairly short pair of shorts, along with a tight-form fitting tank-top. The second set of black straps at least told me she was wearing a bra beneath the tank, though I swore I could see a tiny well-formed set of protrusions, even then pressing against the material of her top.

"You're the new guy that just moved in right? I saw you earlier today," she added.

"Earlier?" I asked wondering.

"Yeah...while I was out sunbathing, you came out and stood next to the railing there, sipping a beer. Thought that was you."

"Oh yeah...guess I was," I said somewhat sheepishly. She had to have known. 

"Bet that Corona tasted a lot better than the iced-tea I was drinking," she continued to smile. "Wish I'd had one...maybe next time you'll invite me over...neighbor," she grinned almost a bit too wickedly.

I lied, making a mental note not to walk outside with any beers for a few days. "Yeah, when I can afford another six-pack next payday," I told her. She frowned at that, nodding her head.

"We figured you were either divorced, or going through one. Most everyone here is, all except for the couple living right next to you, and the couple below us. Everyone else is either single, about to be...or looking. Though there is the gay couple next to us that have probably lived here the longest, along with the lesbian couple below us on the left side. Mom's divorced now too, almost a year now, which is one of the reasons I've living with her now. Moral support for the most part, though I also am helping her out financially as my father's still being a bit of a prick about all this. I like it here though. Nice and quiet, everyone seems to mind their own business, and no one complains much about anything. Kind of nice being able to sit outside and suntan in the nude without having a bunch of horny old letches staring at you."

Was she pointedly referring to me? "Yeah, I ah...didn't mean to appear to be staring at you," I stammered somewhat apologetically, if that's what she'd meant by her comment. "Didn't even see you at first...wasn't looking," (I lied) "But then when I did see you, I decided it was best to go back inside so you wouldn't think that," (Which really wasn't a lie.) She grinned at that though.

"Oh, didn't mind you looking, whether you were...or weren't. That's not what I meant by that when I said what I said. Being nude, open about it being casual is cool. It's the guys who look at you behind closed curtains, stand there and jerk off, and then go in and call the superintendant or something to complain about the girl sitting there with her tits hanging out that bothers me. Which is the main reason we moved in here in the first place. Last place we were staying at really was full of perverts. Especially one really old fat guy. Can't tell you the number of times I came in to get my laundry, only to find out that half my panties were missing. Even found one pair of them a few days later, laying on top of one of the washing machines, all crusty with his dried up yucky cum. Pissed me off too. They were one of my favorite pairs, didn't even bother washing them...just tossed them away before someone else came in and got grossed out seeing them, or worse, turned around and used them again like he had."

I was surprised by this somewhat intimate, albeit candid conversation about cum-filled panties and the like, and about being "Peeped" on, which I had done...though she was simultaneously trying to tell me that it was ok if I had been. I wasn't exactly sure what to think. And especially when she continued.

"Didn't figure you for one of those types. And hope that you aren't. Mom and I do a lot of nude sunbathing whenever we get the chance too, which is usually only on the weekends anyway as we both work. Though I only work part time in the mornings at a local Starbucks. I take classes in the afternoon, though Fridays are basically my free-days. I neither work, or go to school. That's my catch up on studies or assignments and then usually in the afternoon, a quip nap while grabbing some sun outside if I can." I nodded my head at her, still a bit bewildered by this conversation. "By the way, didn't catch your name yet," she said extending her hand to me. "My names Rebbeca, though my friends all call me Rub."

"Rob?" I asked, not quite sure I had heard her correctly. She giggled upon hearing that.

"No, not Rob...Rub. Stands for Rebbeca, Ursla, Benson. My full name. But like I said, my friends just call me Rub, or Becca."

"Tom," I said now shaking her hand. "Peeping Tom," I thought, answering instead: "Tom Matthews," and my friends...well, just call me Tom," I said feeling silly though she smiled at that.

"Well Tom, you want some help sorting your clothes?" She asked actually reaching over to begin doing that, but I quickly stepped over blocking her from doing so before she could. "No...ah, that's ok...don't have all that much, and nothing really red in here either, so not too worried about ending up with any pink underwear as you say."

Once again she grinned, and then moved over to the washing machine next to mine where she began removing the wet laundry. I swear she purposely held up a few pairs of delicate looking underwear, expecting them before tossing them into an open dryer behind her.

I turned on the washer, just as she started up the dryer, and then turned preparing to leave, just as she did...once again saddling up beside me as we left, following the path that would lead to the split path we'd leave one another at, heading our separate ways.

"By the way...you know why my friend's nick-named me Rub?" She asked.

"I thought you told me," I said. "You're name?"

"Sort of...but not entirely," she snickered. "They call me that, because I enjoy rubbing one out. Especially if someone is watching me at the time."

She left me standing there at the split in the path, heading off towards her place, leaving me to stand there staring after her as she soon after disappeared.

"Did I just hear what I thought I heard?" I said asking myself. And then slowly, almost painfully walked back to my place. I had another hard on again, and this time, I was bound and determined to do something about it.

**

I had fixed myself a light simple dinner, and then walked outside onto my balcony to have a smoke. I didn't smoke very much. A pack could last me almost an entire week, but there was something about having a smoke after eating, that or with a glass of wine. Not beer...wine. That was one of my own personal quirks. I took a drag on my smoke, looked about, once more pretending not to, and then looked across the way. I could clearly see the screen of my neighbors TV, which was as big as my own. I could also see someone sitting on the couch watching it, though whether it was "Rub...Becca" or her mother, I didn't know. "Rub," I said silently to myself, shaking my head. Thoughts once more abundant when she suddenly stood. It was her. And then she walked out onto her balcony. She still had her black tank top on, but it was clearly evident she was no longer wearing her shorts. The white panties she had on instead, as brief as her bikini bottoms had been. Maybe it really was no big deal, I mean after all, what was the difference between panties or a pair of bikini bottoms? Didn't seem to bother her either way, as she walked outside, saw me and waved. I waved back, sipping on my glass of wine, glad I hadn't brought out a beer instead. She'd have picked up on that too no doubt. Wondered if she liked wine. Figured I'd eventually find out.


Peeping Tom Ch. 01



I continued to stand there looking across the way. It was getting darker now, the sun just getting ready to set. It was beautiful outside. A good excuse to remain where I was, waiting on the sunset, neighbor or no neighbor...half naked or not. I glanced about, and then back towards her, expecting another wave, or head nod of that idiotic acknowledgement of one another's presence as we shared the quiet peaceful evening together a short distance apart. And then my eyes seemed to focus on where her hand was. Mainly because it had disappeared. All I really could see was the fact that it had slipped down inside the front of the panties she was wearing. Not like I could really see anything, but it was the fact that I couldn't see it, which was telling the real story. And it was even dark enough, that I wasn't sure I could even see movement, if her hand was moving...was doing, what my mind was now telling me she was doing. Standing there looking at me, from across the way. I wondered briefly if I should look away, go back inside...but her words froze me in place, or rather froze my eyes in place anyway.

"They call me that, because I enjoy rubbing one out. Especially if someone is watching me at the time."

"Was she? Really?"

And then as though she'd been reading my mind, I saw her lift up the front of the black tank she had on. The bra she'd been wearing earlier...gone. Once more I was staring at those beautiful pert tits of hers, staring at her as she lifted them in each one of her hands, and then boldly going so far as to encircle her nipples with her finger-tips, teasing them for me. She lowered one hand again, keeping one on her breast as she played with it, the other slithering back down the front of her panties again, this time making it clearly obvious that she was indeed fingering herself. I could feel the hard stiff press of my cock against my khaki shorts again, not to mention the coolness of the surrounding steel bar of my railing as it pressed against my erection through my shorts.

She turned to the side, at first I couldn't quite figure out what she was doing, or why. And then I noticed that her hand was sticking out of the bottom of her panties, balled into a fist, with just her thumb sticking out. She pointed at it, and then at me.

I nodded my head, grinning like an idiot savant, still not knowing what the hell she meant or was doing while standing there like that. She looked around as though checking to see if anyone else was outside, or looking over at her...or us, which I then did too. No one was, though her call over to me brought my attention immediately back to her.

"Take it out," she called, having removed her hand...sort of, though it was still down the front of her panties. Her other hand still fondling her breast as she turned back around once again facing me.

"What?" I called back glancing around again, just in case the sound of my voice had been picked up by all the other Peeping Tom neighbors, and that it might have alerted them to the fact that my neighbor across the way, was indeed...rubbing one out while I watched her.

"Show me your dick!" She called out a bit louder this time, and once again I was checking for a sudden flurry of patio lights coming on. None did. I looked back at her, answering.

"Yeah...right," I laughed as though she was just fucking with me, not being serious. And then she pulled her panties down, stepping out of them simultaneously removing her top. She now stood there entirely naked. Even as dark as it was starting to get, I could see she had no hair, or very little even if she did between her legs, though the position of her hand helped to conceal that. But now I could see, and quite clearly, that she was indeed fingering her cunt.

"Please?" She called out once again, this time in a little girl voice, expectant of a girl begging something of her daddy. "I want to look at it when I cum," she called out once more, this time making me fear even more so that someone would take notice of this conversation, and worse...pick up on the words being spoken. I surprised myself...maybe even her a little. I undid my belt, unzipped my zipper, and felt my khakis drop down around my ankles. I wasn't wearing any underwear, everything I had was still down in the washer, which I'd forgotten to go down and throw in the dryer. But at the moment, that was the last thing on my mind. She turned to the side again, which was a definite signal, so I did, purposely moving my hand away, giving her the profile and silhouette I now knew she was hoping to see as the last bit of light slowly faded. Within moments, it was too fucking dark to see anything. Her or me. I heard what I thought was a soft audible moan, and then stood there watching her walk back into the house, still naked, where she stood in front of the light coming from the TV. She waved, blowing me a kiss. I waved back, dick sticking straight out in front of me, one hand stroking it. Additional movement...off to one side, her mom suddenly coming up to stand there beside her, looking over...daughter still standing, looking, turning. Talking to mom, waving again. They both did. I kicked off my shorts, turned...and walked back into my place.

I needed to go throw my clothes into the dryer. And then after that, I needed to take a cold shower. I found myself standing in the middle of my bedroom with a massive erection.

Fuck the shower.

**

When I woke up the following morning, I automatically took a quick peek through the window across the way on my way in to make coffee. As I did, I saw Becca's mother sitting outside on her balcony. She must have been waiting to try and catch a glimpse of me, as the moment I peered out, she waved. But it wasn't the friendly kind of wave either, it was the "come over here" kind that I was seeing. Curious, I walked out moving towards the railing. She called. "Thought you might like to know, we've got your laundry over here!"

"Fuck!" I thought to myself. I had gone to bed forgetting all about my wet laundry sitting in the washer. I'd been so consumed with jerking off, soon after falling asleep, that it had completely escaped me. "Thank you," I called over feeling stupid. "I'll come over and pick it up as soon as I've had a coffee," I informed Becca's mother.

"Don't bother with that," she called back. "Just put on a fresh pot. Meet you at the door," she basically insisted. I nodded my head and then went back inside. At the very least I needed to change out of the shorts I was wearing. I'd been living in the same pair of Khaki shorts now for the better part of three days. Bad enough I didn't have any clean underwear to put on, but I did have a clean pair of shorts and a reasonably decent shirt I could put on. That...and needing a quick shave. If I was about to meet my new neighbor on a more personal level, it was the least I could do. I had noticed as we'd been chatting across the way, that she'd been sitting there outside in her lounge chair again, wearing only what appeared to be some sort of light blue, lightweight cover up with either Japanese, or Chinese designs on it. I had noticed when she had first waved at me, that it had parted slightly, quickly revealing that she either wore very little, or absolutely nothing on beneath it. Remembering when I had seen her slightly larger breasts the day before, I had to again chase those thoughts away, or I'd end up greeting her with another hard-on again. Fifteen minutes later I had crossed the courtyard and made my way up to their unit. I rang the doorbell and heard footsteps. Moments later the door opened. Becca's mother hadn't changed clothes at all, even though she was expecting me. Even as she took my hand in greeting, her silk-like Kimono parted briefly, giving me a quick glimpse, confirming what I had suspected before. It was more than likely, all she had on.

"Hi, I'm Darlene," she said introducing herself, stepping back and then adding. "Come in, come in...already poured you a coffee, just not sure what you'd care to put in it," she stated. "Tom is it?"

"Yeah Tom. Thank you. Black," I said following her into the kitchen now. She handed me my coffee, poured another for herself, and then led me back outside to the balcony again. 

"Yeah, Rub thought you might have forgotten your laundry, went back late last night and put it in the dryer for you. I picked it up a little while ago, got it all folded," she said smiling demurely.

"Ah...thank you," I said really feeling foolish now for having forgot it, finding it somewhat odd that Becca's mother also called her by her rather interesting nickname. "Yeah, not really used to doing a lot of things for myself, guess I'm sort of out of practice when it comes to things like that."

"No worries, no big deal, you didn't seem to have all that much," though she smiled at me again, even allowing her eyes to drop down, looking at my groin momentarily. "Mostly underwear and stuff, " she seemed to be teasing. She had reached over, setting her coffee down on the small table that separated the two of us. When she did, her flimsy robe parted, one of her very large breasts suddenly and fully revealed. Even then, she didn't appear to notice that it was now poking completely out as she settled back into her seat again. Though I had certainly looked, I now purposely looked away, sipping on my own coffee as a means of something to focus on besides her bare boob. When she spoke to me again however, once more drawing my attention to her, her boob remained where it was.

"Rub should be up anytime now," she mentioned. "She always sleeps in a bit longer on Sunday's, but figured you'd be the up and at em kind of a guy, so thought I'd catch you before you went wandering down to the laundry room and discovered, or perhaps thought that someone had run off with all your clothing."

I smiled at her, again thanking her, but the obvious was simply too obvious to properly ignore any longer. "Yeah, appreciate your doing that, but...I probably should tell you, one of your...ah, one of your breasts is kind of showing."

Though she looked down as though needing to confirm it was first, she didn't react in quite the way I might have expected upon seeing it. She did laugh, chuckling. "Yeah, guess it is isn't it?" She then said, and then reached up sliding her massive mammary back inside the opening of her Kimono. "Love this," she said fingering the material, but it does tend to do that from time to time, flimsy as it is. Hope that didn't offend you or anything, but as I'm sure you've already guessed by now...neither Rub or I are very modest around here. No one else seems to mind too much either, though we do tend to have a few other like-minded neighbors living around here, which I'm sure you'll probably discover." She reached for her coffee again, and again her breast fell nearly all the way out again. And though I didn't sit there and stare at it exactly, it was hard not glancing at it from time to time as we spoke. Figured it was a moot point with her anyway, especially when she stood to go and refill our cups, coming back. I then noticed the sash on her Kimono had become even looser. Most of both breasts now wobbling and bobbing about as she walked over, leaning over, and setting my refilled coffee back down. I got a pretty good look at both of them when she did that.

The worst part was, I could feel myself getting aroused again. After all, it had been so long since I'd even been with a woman, and now seeing two of them virtually naked in as many days...was having a profound effect on me. Once more she was the first to notice that both breasts were clearly showing now. Once again she laughed. "Like I said, love the gown, but it doesn't stay closed very well. Sorry..."

"Don't be," I responded back, noticing that she made no effort to tuck her boobs back in again however.

"Good," she smiled leaving things as they were. "Like I said, Rub and I aren't very modest, and truth be told, we're probably more than a little exhibitionistic at times. Which again I am sure, you've already discovered. I did try to warn her about doing what she did though, told her not to scare you, or end up chasing you away already. You seem to be, or hopefully will be a good neighbor. Last thing we want or need is some religious fanatic who could end up making things difficult for everyone else living here. But...you did seem to enjoy playing along just a little, so I guess there's really no need for any of us to be concerned about things like that now is there?" She asked sitting back in her chair again, though the movement had caused her gown to open entirely, revealing her twin peaks fully and completely. But it hadn't stopped there either. And though I couldn't exactly see...there was no hint of any panties further below, telling me in an instant, she was indeed entirely naked. The slight thickening and fattening of my cock I had felt earlier however, was hovering on the verge of being a full-blown erection. I had to shift, adjusting myself in my chair slightly in order to accommodate myself, and keep things from become even more uncomfortable.

"Yeah, I ah...guess I sort of did...didn't I?" Trying not to stare, but Darlene seemed to be enjoying the attention.

"A little too dark though," she frowned briefly. "Nice silhouette from what I could see over here, but not much more than that," she added now looking over towards me. The hint of what may have been a bit of a bulge earlier, far more than that now. Dropping my hands down into my lap in order to conceal it, seemed both ridicules, as well as unnecessary under the circumstances. If Darlene could sit there with her tits hanging out, I figured I could sit with a bit of a tent in my shorts and not make too much out of it.

"Ah thanks," I said again, not knowing what else I could say, feeling myself blush just a little though, on hearing her complimenting my rather stiff silhouette from the evening before. She was pointedly staring at my crotch now, but had taken things up a notch when she lifted her right hand, placing it on her left breast, brazenly fingering her nipple for a moment.

"Just something about watching another person, male or female...touching themselves wouldn't you agree? Something very erotic, very sensual about it. Especially if you're not sure they're watching...but then finding out that they are. Just gets to me. I think Rub and I both have the same kind of fetish. She did tell you about her nickname yes?" She asked, now purposely parting her legs as she sat there looking at me. And though she made no move to actually start touching herself, it was obvious she was inviting me to look. How could I not?

"Ah yes, she ah...told me why she goes by that, and not just because of her initials," I said fidgeting a bit more now, though I had a bit more now that needed fidgeting too.

"So it doesn't bother or offend you too terribly much to discover that several of your neighbors are a bit exhibionistic?" She pointed at the balcony adjacent to mine. "Like them," she grinned. "David and Crystal. Didn't take long for them to discover that either, and then when they did...didn't take much longer than that, for them to start participating themselves. They seem to like fucking with the lights on. I figure everyone on this side of the court is well aware of that by now. Not to mention they periodically come outside and just do it on the deck there. Rub and I have watched them several times, really put on a pretty good show too. And naturally, we sit back and put on a little show ourselves watching one another. Pretty hot all in all. But they're not the only ones. Steven over there on the other side, next to them. Single like you, not quite as well endowed as you seem to be, but he enjoys standing there on his side of the railing, jerking off while watching them, or us...whenever he happens to catch it, or is in town. Interesting to watch though...he really comes a lot, so much so...you can easily see it happening even from here. I think he's even managed to launch a few loads on Crystal a time or two. Didn't seem to mind his doing it either. If anything, I think she sort of gets off on it. Inevitably, those nights seem to go on the longest whenever Steven comes out to watch them, jerking himself off."

Now Darlene was petting herself, openly. She had a very small tuft of neatly trimmed hair on her mound, but not much else. Her neither lips bare, and from what I could see while sitting here, were already puffy and swollen looking. When she drew a finger deeper into her slit, and then removed it, licking it off...I felt my cock telling me that it was about as hard as it was ever going to get.

"Hmmm, yep...as expected, sitting here just thinking about how hot that is, has now gotten me all hot and wet. Though so's looking down at that bulge you've got sitting there, just wondering what it really does look like in the daylight." She looked up at me then, hopefully...expectantly. "Ever gotten yourself off, watching a woman masturbate?" She boldly asked.

In all the years I'd been married to my soon to be ex-wife, I had caught her actually masturbating I think twice. Both times I had stood there watching her, not letting on that I was. It had been damn fucking arousing, admittedly. I had even talked her into masturbating for me...once, she'd felt nervous and uncomfortable about doing it openly however...and had done so only for a very short period of time, eventually coaxing, more demanding that I come over and take care of her instead. Which of course I had gladly done...though disappointed even when I did that, that she hadn't completed doing what she had started for me. I'd even suggested doing the same thing for her myself, which again...she at first enjoyed watching, for a few moments. But neither one of us had ever taken it beyond that, and certainly never once to full climax.

I was even starting to relax a little, though still somewhat nervous as I was. Now thinking, and wondering about Becca, still not quite comfortable to use the same nick-name for her that even her mother seemed ok in using. I could just see her coming out onto the balcony and catch her mother and I, masturbating ourselves in front of one another. "No...close a few times maybe I guess, but no...never really have," I had answered honestly.

"You're kidding! Really?" She asked, and then actually spread her legs even further apart, openly finger-fucking herself now right there in front of me. "Then it's about time that you did, don't you think?" She smiled. "And besides," she snickered further. "I've been sitting out here most of the morning working myself up like this anyway, more or less hoping I'd get an opportunity to enjoy myself in front of you like this. Even as new of neighbors as we are. After sort of seeing your dick last night...well," she said eye-balling me once again, even nodding her head towards me, as though telling me to go ahead...do it, take it out.

"What about...Rub?" I asked, using the nickname, which for some odd reason, seemed more appropriate now under the circumstances.

"Like I said, sleeping in...though she should be up anytime now. I wouldn't worry yourself about her however, if anything...she'd be thrilled and delighted to come walking out here and see you stroking that obviously nice hard cock of yours for me...for us," she added to that. "And in case you're now wondering...no. We both draw the line at actual incest. Don't consider openly masturbating ourselves in front of one another as that. Or even in watching one another now when we do. No touching and all that. Just got to the point where it seemed rather silly. Too many times to count where we accidentally walked in on one another while we were. We both enjoy doing it, several times a day even, so eventually we just decided to be cool and open about it. Now we tend to do it more so with one another, as opposed to hidden away inside our bedrooms or bath. Still enjoy doing that too of course. But far more exciting when you have an audience, or are a member of an audience, especially on those nights when David and Crystal are in the mood to be putting on a show for everyone.




Peeping Tom Ch. 01



I had been sort of wondering about that. And now I knew.

"So..."

"So?"

"Yeah...so. You gonna take it out for me so I can actually see it in the daylight this time?"

Suddenly it sounded rather silly not to. Especially as horny as I now was. And especially as Darlene peeled off her coverlet entirely, now toying with those magnificent tits of hers for me, not to mention the way she so uninhibitedly went back to finger-fucking herself.

It was the least I could do.

**

I couldn't believe I was actually doing this. I had only formally met Darlene just a short time ago, and now...here we were, about to sit here and masturbate in front of one another. Or at least she was...and I was about to. I reached down, nervously unbuttoning, and then unzipping my shorts. I sat up just enough to allow them to slide down my legs, pooling around my ankles. Darlene laughed.

"What?"

"I win the bet!" She said laughing even more. I looked down at myself. Ok, I wasn't a monster by any means, but I had nothing to be ashamed of either.

"Bet?"

"Yeah, with as many pairs of skives as you had in the wash, I bet Rub that you probably didn't even have an extra pair to put on. I'm betting you don't...or didn't did you?" She asked, not really looking at my cock yet, though I had dropped my hands down in my lap, partially concealing it.

"Yeah, I'd say...you won the bet," I told her, grinning sheepishly now.

"Wait until she hears, or sees that," Darlene continued to chuckle, though simultaneously going back to softly stroking the furrow of her wet slick pussy again for me as I sat there watching her. "This time...she has to masturbate in the back seat of the cab next time we go into town together, and try and pretend that the cabby can't see what she's doing. Always fun doing that. Though last time admittedly, the cab driver nearly drove into the ass-end of someone because of it. Thank god we weren't going very fast."

"You two always playing sex-games like that?" I had to ask, the decadence of them doing that, suddenly arousing to me for some reason. Already I had a picture of that rolling around inside my head.

"Oh yeah, all the time. Keeps things exciting and interesting, especially with neither one of us in any sort of real relationship at the moment. Too complicated, too emotional, and not in a good way either. This keeps it fun and exciting for us, almost constantly. You should see us when we go grocery shopping together. The trick is, to walk out of the store, with something interesting shoved up our cunts. Don't get me wrong either, we don't shop-lift what we take. We always pay for what's up there. Used to confuse the clerks at the counter when we told them to make sure they charged us for a cucumber, or zucchini, and then never saw one in the carts. After a while...I think they eventually caught on to what we were meaning by that. Now they even ask us, "anything EXTRA today? Things like that."

I just shook my head. I could only imagine it, but imagining it was turning me on too. I was no longer inhibited, or feeling uncomfortable sitting here stroking my own dick in front of her. It felt...surprisingly natural. Certainly arousing, more so than just about anything, especially lately. Not to mention watching her, listening to the sounds she began making as she continued playing with herself, talking to me. Getting more and more vocal about it, and wickedly obscene as she did.

I was loving it.

"Hmm, been a while since I've gotten to see one this close while someone was jerking it off for me," she began. "Nice and hard too, no real curve to it...straight. I can see myself riding that thing. Always had trouble with the curvy ones...didn't quite fit right. But I bet that one does. After we've gotten to know one another a lot better, maybe we will," she said now adding two more fingers inside herself. Three fingers...easing them in and out, pummeling her cunt for me as I sat watching, listening...fisting my own prick unabashedly now.

"Fuck!" I moaned throatily.

"I hear that," she giggled hotly. "And I love hearing it too," she added. "By the look and sound of it, you've got quite a bit of that sweet sauce pouring out of that thing. How about coming over here and smearing some of it on my nipples for me?"

I stood up, walked over towards her where she sat, and then as I'd been asked to do, began rubbing the head of my very leaky dick back and forth between her tits, smearing her nipples with my pre-juice until they were wet, sticky and glistening.

"Don't look now," she suddenly told me, "but no real surprise either, we have company."

I did look however, turning my head just long enough to see that Steven had at some point walked out onto his balcony. He was naked, and even from here, it was easy enough to see he was fisting his erection while standing against the railing, looking over towards us. Although that might have been interesting another time to watch maybe, I was far more focused, and interested on what was happening here. Although it was also interesting in an entirely new way to me, to know that someone else was now watching me. Enough so, that the inevitable was only moments away. Maybe it was my "cum-face" that gave it away. Because I was really struggling now.

"Do it baby...do it, go ahead, spray that precious spunk all over these titties for me. Go right ahead honey...cream em, juice em...fuck em up really nice with all that white hot man sauce of yours!"

I kept jacking, and then grunted, feeling the first powerful ejaculate leap from my cock, in seconds I was spraying her tits down like a fire-hose. Darlene laughing, gasping...and then seconds later climaxing as well, loud enough that nearby dogs started barking.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! That's it...cover em baby, cover em...oh fuck!" She screamed, and continued to pummel away at her cunt until the damn burst.

Needless to say, I wasn't at all surprised when moments after that, Becca came walking out onto the balcony. She too was naked, and uncaring that she was, or that anyone else could most likely see her. I even turned my head, but by then...Steven had disappeared back inside his place. I wondered how long it might be, before he made an appearance again. Especially now that Becca had shown up.

"And I bet I lost the bet too didn't I?" She asked, smiling...looking down at my slightly spent cock, and then at the torrent of semen, which was covering her mother's breasts as Darlene sat, smearing and rubbing it into herself as though it were hand lotion.

"Damn," Becca said frowning, and then smiling. "I should have known you'd never wake me, had to have that one for yourself didn't you?"

Darlene looked at me, winked. "Oh, I'm sure given a few moments, especially with you sitting there with your legs spread, it won't take time here for Tom to repeat that performance. Will it Tom?"

Rub, was already working her clit. Biggest one I had ever seen before in fact. Jerking it, and jacking it like a miniature cock.

"No...can't say it will," I told them both.

"Cool!" Becca grinned.

"In the meantime, I'll pour us all a fresh coffee, might take a while, and besides, it's early yet. No sense rushing things, going to be a long fun day together, don't you think?" Darlene headed back inside to refill our coffees.

I took another chair across from Becca. "By the way, thanks for doing the rest of my laundry for me."

"You're welcome. But that was actually mom's idea in the first place. I think she knew it might take something like that to finally get you over here. And now that she has...said the spider to the fly."

To be continued...



Peeping Tom Ch. 02



I received help, thanks for the suggestion.

*

Friday afternoon, we were in the back yard. It was a large yard with a swimming pool off the patio. They had led me into the back yard and had me sit on the grass. 

One of them sat down with my head in between her thighs and my face pressed into her pussy. My ability to breathe was determined by how closely they kept my face pressed into their pussies. They both had me suck and lick their pussies until they came, and when they finished just sat there sunning themselves with my face pressed into their pussies. 

After about two hours I heard one say that the doorbell had rung, their friends must have arrived. 

Shortly she came back and I heard them talking to their friends. They were explaining to them who I was, telling them that I was their "Pussy Slave", and would be servicing them for the weekend. 

Since they had both just been sucked off they invited one of their friends to sit in the chair. I couldn't turn my head to see but one of them was pulling her underpants down and came over to the chair. She lifted her skirt and sat down in the chair with my face right where she wanted it. She asked how to get me started servicing her and they told her to just smother me until I started kissing and licking her pussy. 

She did and I started doing what she wanted. She kept me licking and sucking for at least twenty minutes while they just sat around and talked about how good the weekend was going to be.

She finally came and after her orgasm subsided got up so the other friend could sit. I did the same things to her; she took a little longer to come.

One of there friends asked where the bathroom was and they laughed and told her I was also a toilet slave and drank their piss. She just had to scoot up until my head was wedged back and my mouth was where it had to be. She promptly started pissing, I had to drink it all or suffer the consequences. The other girlfriend said that she would like to try that also and they switched places. She really had to go badly! I then had to lick her dry as I did to her friend, and she just sat there while the four of them talked.

They discussed the sleeping arrangements and that each of them would be allowed to have me sleep inside their spandex shorts all night one night, and experience the pleasure of having a pussy slaves face pressed into their pussies all night to do as they wished.

After a couple more hours in which they took turns sitting in the chair where I was imprisoned they removed the chair off of me and took me into the house. 

They were going to have dinner, I was to be under the table, passed from pussy to pussy while they ate and talked. They discussed the fact that the only nourishment I would have was all the joy juice that I could suck and would have nothing else to eat for a few days so that I stayed hungry. 

They each came again during the meal and I knew that with the four of them to please I would be kept very busy. 

They had not allowed me to say anything but I had to piss so bad I kept fidgeting. They finally asked me what was wrong and I told them I had to piss. One of them brought over a plastic bottle with a small mouth and put my prick in it, and tied it with string around my waist to hold it in place. They told me there would be dire consequences if any of it spilled out. It was a relief to piss, and I was careful to make sure the bottle stayed upright.

After dinner they took me into the living room and turned on the T.V. They took turns having me kneel in front of them with my face pressed into their pussies until they got turned on and wanted to come. I had to lick and suck each one off until they had all come, by then it was time for bed. 

I was led into a different bedroom and placed on the bed. One of their friends got into position and squeezed my head thru through the opening of her shorts and then proceeded to pull them up tight. She then turned on her side and promptly farted into my nose, and started to laugh. 

Her friend asked what was so funny and she told her. Once again I either fell asleep or passed out due to lack of enough oxygen, but woken up not being able to breathe at all. I knew what to do and started licking and sucking like my life depended on it. After 15 or 20 minutes she came.

In the morning I was woken up the same way and once again serviced her until she came.

Then the other three came into the bed and I had to suck each one off until they came.

They had a very large shower and while it was a little tight they all got in with me, where they each had me drink their piss and lick their cracks as they said a good pussy slave would do.

After they dried off, they took me to the dining room where they had breakfast with me under the table going from one pussy to the other, not sucking but just being there. They talked about the activities for the day, and decided they would spend it outdoors in the yard and the pool. 

Having never been sucked off in a pool they wanted to see how would feel having their pussies sucked under the water. They laughed and said they hoped I could hold my breath long enough not to drown. 

They led me into the yard and down the pool steps into the water towards the deeper end. None had any suits on and once he water was deep enough I was pushed under with my face pressed into one of their pussies. It was difficult not to take in water while I licked the pussy but I managed. 

They kept me under until they could tell by my thrashing that I was about to drown. They really got turned on and fortunately they each came after pushing me under the water 9 or 10 times for at least a minute or longer each time. I knew that I would be learning to hold my breath longer and longer or I would drown, especially as they would not let me up once they started to come, until they were finished.

After the pool it was back under the chair where they each took turns pissing in my mouth again sitting until they all had their turn and wanted to be sucked off again. 

The evening went the same as the previous night; me under the table at dinner on my knees in the living room being smothered while they talked or watched television.

That night I had to sleep with my head in the second friends shorts, she passed gas several times. Each time she did I jerked and got her angry by disturbing her sleep. 

I serviced them all once more before the friends left and they were told that they would have the opportunity to spend another weekend together soon.

It was a relief to only have the two of them to suck. After dinner they took me into the living room and kept me on my knees until bedtime.

They decided I would sleep with the one that had to go to work the next morning as the other would be able to keep me occupied all day while the other was at work. 

She got up early and had me suck her off and when she was finished the other got into bed and put my head in her shorts where she had me suck her off to relax her and then she went back to sleep for a couple of hours.

When She woke up she let me out of her shorts and took me into the bathroom. In the shower she pushed me to my knees and put one leg over my shoulder and had me drink her piss. 

I then licked her but that just got her pussy juicy and I had to keep licking and sucking until she came. 

She then led me to the kitchen where I knelt while she made herself breakfast. I was starved but was not given anything to eat. 

When she had her breakfast made she led me under the table and pushed my head into her crotch and her legs over my shoulder to hold me in place while she ate.

After breakfast it was out to the yard to have my head placed through the chair straps and she sat and read the paper and had her coffee. After she finished the paper she got up and released me. 

She took me over to another part of the yard and had me lay down. She then placed recliner over me where she pulled my head through the slats and places an exercise ball under my back so I was held in place. She then put a towel over the recliner that had a hole in it for my head to go through. She then lay down with my head pressed into her pussy and my nose in her crack. 

She said she wanted to get some sun and placed a cloth over my head and her ass so the sun would not burn me. 

She obviously fell asleep and passed gas a couple of times that was held in by the cover over my head and her ass. I did not dare move being afraid any move would disturb her evoke her anger. 

When she did get up she turned over on her back and now my nose was pressed against her clitoris and my mouth by her ass and pussy. She doubled up her legs and told me to lick her crack for a while and get my tongue in as far as I could.

After a few minutes she said now I should lick and suck her pussy, as she wanted to come again. She told me to do it slowly so she did not come too fast. I did as instructed and she had me pause several times to delay her orgasm.

When she finally did come it was a intense one, and lasted several minutes.

Then she told me to just lie still while she tanned herself. 

She got up and went inside a couple of times to get some more to drink and it wasn't too long before she had me drinking her piss, which I was glad for as I was very thirsty. 

Mid afternoon she led me back into the house and to the living room. She had me kneel in front of a chair between a hassock and the chair so she could put her feet up on the hassock. 

She watched television for a couple of hours and then said it was time for her to get ready to go to work as she had the night shift at the hospital. 

She wanted to come once more before she went to work so I sucked her off.

She then took me into the bedroom and pushed me onto the bed. She pulled the covers over me up to my neck and tucked them in under the mattress, effectively imprisoning me so I could not move while she dressed for work.

The other one came home shortly after she finished dressing and promptly undressed and got onto the bed and straddled my face and sat on it with my nose up her crack. She had me lick and suck her until she came. 

She got up and undid the covers so I could get up and led me into the shower.

She pushed me to my knees and proceeded to put her leg over my shoulder so my mouth was where she wanted it and proceeded to piss in my mouth.

She turned on the shower and washed herself and showered me as well. 

I was led into the dining room where they both had dinner with me under the table. They discussed how the day had gone, and what a good idea it was to put my head thru the lounge chair so they could lay down and sun themselves.

Tomorrow I would spend sometime in the pool and practice holding my breath in preparation for the next weekend. 

The one left for work and I was led to the living room where I knelt in front of the chair and between the hassock so she could put her legs up while She kept my face imprisoned in between her thighs. She kept me there for a couple of hours while she read and watched television. She started to push on the back of my head so my face was rubbing into her pussy and she told me to start kissing and licking very slowly. She also had me stop several times to delay her coming and really exploded when she finally did come.

She just kept me there while she relaxed and talked on the phone, and I heard her make arrangements to have some friends over for the weekend. When it was bedtime, she led me into the bedroom and onto the bed. She pulled on her shorts part way and pushed my head through the hole in front and proceeded to pull them up tightly so my face was held securely and my face pressed into her pussy. I was getting used to sleeping that way and fell asleep soon after she did. 

She did get up once during the night and I had to suck her until she came, she went back to sleep.

In the morning I had to suck her off after which she let me out of her shorts and took me into the shower to piss in my mouth and showered herself. 

After drying off it was off to the kitchen where I waited on my knees as she prepared her breakfast, and then under the table while she ate. 

I sucked her off before she got dressed for work.

The other one came home just before she left and my day started over again sucking her pussy as soon as she could get her clothes off and taking me into the bedroom so she could take a nap with me in my usual position trapped in her shorts. 

After she got up and came again, she prepared her meal and ate with me under the table as usual.

Then it was out to the yard, but this time to the pool. I was in the water standing by the edge and she sat on a towel with my head in between her thighs and her legs over my shoulder to keep me there. She read the paper and when finished took me to the chaise lounge so she could lie down and sun herself. 

She told me that if I continued to behave I would be allowed some food in addition to the joy juice and piss. I told her that I would behave, and I meant it. 

I figured that two weeks had been added to my time for not acting the way they wanted, and I did not want that extended any longer.



Peeping Tom Ch. 02



"Come on Tom. While mom's making a fresh pot of coffee, I'll take you on a quick tour of the house here," Rub said taking my hand. I followed, but didn't see the logic in her doing so. Our units were basically identical in design. Standard three bedroom, sitting dining room, full bath and half bath. And though they certainly had a lot more tastefully designed furniture than I did, I again didn't see the reason for her offer.

Until she led me into what was the master bedroom. Again, similar to my own. But the difference was, neither one of them was using it for that reason. Both Rub and Darlene were using the other, slightly smaller bedrooms for themselves.

"And this...is what we call, the 'fun-room'," she said leading me inside. Almost immediately, I could see why they would call it that. The first thing I noticed was another large 55-inch flat screen TV mounted on the far wall. A very large, very comfortable looking couch sat across from that. Below the TV, almost the entire wall was mirrored. Sitting on the couch, one could easily see themselves sitting there. Along the other wall was what appeared to be an entertainment center, though there were several drawers and cabinets that one could easily see were filled with several very interesting looking items. Vibrators galore for one thing, along with a pretty impressive collection of x-rated videos, and other kinds of toys, many of which I had no clue as to their purpose. Alongside the couch off to one side, I also saw what Rub described as a sex-swing, hanging and secured from the ceiling.

"Wow," I exclaimed taking it all in. "I can see why you would call it this. I take it...you do some additional entertaining in here then?" From the looks of it, I couldn't imagine that only the two of them ever used it.

"Yeah, every couple of months or so, mom hosts what is called a masturbation party. Several of the people who live here in this complex come to it, along with a few other friends we know and have known for years."

"Masturbation party?" I asked curiously.

"Yeah, and strictly that too. Nothing else. Early on, we decided to limit it to just that, figuring that would weed out anyone else who might think there'd be opportunity to get away with doing anything else. We figured they could always go home with others who might be interested if that was the case, but not here. Here...it's strictly about that. Mutual masturbation, solo...or just watching or being watched. Whatever floats your boat. But it's turned out to be a very erotic happening whenever we hold one of these parties. It might surprise you just how sensual and exciting something as simple as that can turn out to be."

Just from what I was seeing, and imagining now...I had no reason to doubt her claim.

"As a matter of fact, we're planning on having a party this weekend. I do hope you'll give some thought to coming over and attending."

I'd have to think about that, and told her so. "Perhaps after I hear a bit more about it," I explained. "Being new to all this and all," I said looking down at myself, standing there with nothing on except for the tee shirt I'd been wearing. Surprised that I could feel somewhat comfortable standing here like this after having just drenched her mother's tits with copious amounts of my cream only minutes ago. A woman I had in fact just formally met. Though having done that, I was also thinking that a masturbation party might be an interesting event to at least have a look at. After all, Rub had stated that some people actually attended who just preferred to watch everyone else while they stood jerking themselves off. I might not even do that much...but I could certainly watch.

We were still standing there in the fun room when Darlene came walking in, joining us.

"What do you think?" She asked.

"I like it. It's very...interesting," I said once again taking notice of the three of us in the mirrors there on the wall.

Now standing there, the three of us looking back at ourselves, Darlene continued. "Surprises you doesn't it?" She asked. "Amazing how erotic it really can be, to sit there and watch yourself in the mirror, almost like watching a movie of yourself in a way. One of the best icebreakers imaginable. Something about doing that, allows most people who come to my parties, to shed their inhibitions, if they even have any...almost immediately."

I could easily see why. I was starting to get stiff again standing there looking at the three of us. My rapidly hardening dick was giving myself away. And it of course didn't go unnoticed either.

"See Rub? Told you it probably wouldn't take very long," Darlene quipped. "So Tom, how'd you like to sit down on the couch here with us, and enjoy a mirror show?"

I found...I was all for it.

**

It was a perspective you just didn't get, unless you were actually watching a video of yourself. Sitting down on the couch, now sandwiched between my new neighbors, I took delight in the image there in front of me, as each of them reached over, placing their hands on my cock, and began fondling and playing with it as we all watched.

With nowhere else to put my own hands, they just naturally seemed to gravitate between the legs of the two women sitting on either side of me. Sitting there watching myself doing that in the mirror, added a very sensual dimension to all this as I did so. It was almost like there were two "me's" doing this, as I slipped a finger inside each woman. The subtle, somewhat similar differences of each adding to the eroticism, as I explored, played and toyed with their respective cunts. Simultaneously of course, the two of them, fondling and playing with me, touching places on my cock in so different a way, that it was escalating the intensity of pleasure unlike anything I had ever felt before.

Rubbing, fingering...I could feel the hardness of Darlene's clit, the succulent sucking of her slippery gash as I drove my finger in and out of her slowly, methodically...teasing and toying with her. Even as I did that, I simultaneously probed, teased and delighted myself...as well as the girls as Becca's, (Rub's) equally wet split, sloshed...sucked and squished against my thrusting finger. Her noticeably larger clitoris was interesting to touch, feel...and even clasp between my fingers, as I pulled on it gingerly at first. Jacking it like a miniature cock, though she had instructed me to do so for her.

"Ooh, I like that Tom," she purred contentedly. "Just like that baby, work it up and down...pull and pinch it for me just the way you're doing. Drives me nuts feeling that," she trembled, her body involuntarily shaking a little as I toyed with her hard stiff clitoris.

Darlene was enjoying herself too. Moaning and groaning pleasurably as I now added a second finger to her sloppy wet snatch. I was enjoying the sounds of their gushy slick quims, all the while watching ourselves in the mirror across from where we were sitting. The accompaniment of their respective, free-flowing juices, adding to the images we sat watching in one another. Even my own dick was once again leaking like a sieve here as the girls took turns squeezing it, coaxing more and more pre-cum fuck juice from the tip, which they then used to further stimulate and pleasure me with.

"Boy your dicks hard!" Rub quipped.

"Isn't it though?" Darlene added to that. "Almost like holding onto a miniature baseball bat here. I mean look Rub...look how hard and swollen his dick head has gotten here. All deep purple, throbbing, and juicing for us so lovely here!"

All this dirty sex-talk was having an additional effect on me. Along with the sounds, we were each making with our juice-fluids, and the vision of seeing it simultaneously through the mirror, soon had me hovering on the edge again, quite unexpectedly. As though sensing it, Darlene removed her hand from my prick, now taking it in her own, placing it on my shaft. Rub surprisingly did the same, seeing her mother doing so.

"Ok Tom...stroke it for us. Make yourself cum now. Make it squirt...pleasure yourself for us while we watch, and while you watch us doing the same for you."

Again...it was like a scene in a movie. My total and complete lack of inhibitions as I now sat excitedly stroking my own cock, in the manor that I had only up until now...felt comfortable enough doing in the privacy of my own bedroom. I now slapped, bent, and toyed with my own dick in the way that no one else had, or did...besides myself. Both mother and daughter took delight in seeing me doing so, likewise touching themselves in their own unique pleasurable preferred ways. Darlene, preferring now to palm, cup, and at times actually slap her juicy split. Rub...spreading herself even more obscenely there on the couch. One hand helping to spread herself further. The other...three fingers grasping and tugging...pulling on her massive clit as she teased and stroked it.

"Make it squirt baby!" Rub cried out, now pulling even harder on herself.

"Yes Tom, yes!" Darlene said joining in. "Yank that fucking cock of yours...make it spurt, let it juice baby. We want to see all that delicious cum-cream of yours pouring out of that lovely hard cock you're playing with!"

I couldn't have stopped the deluge of spunk that was about to explode from my dick if I'd tried. With a low deep-throated grunt of release, I felt the first massive surge suddenly erupt. Sitting there looking at myself in the mirror, something I had never done or actually seen before, I was actually fascinated at the sudden streamer of white cream that shot high up into the air. One right after the other. Long stringy ropes of semen that began to liberally spray almost everywhere. Much of it arching up and outwards towards the very mirror across from us. Again...it was eerily hot, seeing my own semen spurting out, leaping away, but then looking up, and seeing it actually coming towards me too.

"Oh fuck! Fuck!" I cried out jacking my prick almost violently now, though both Darlene as well as Rub seemed to be doing the same thing to themselves as their own orgasmic eruptions now joined my own. Even Darlene had a nice little ejaculate that made her appear as though she was peeing. Though she wasn't of course. I watched her own naughty spurts now joining my own, the laminated flooring in front of us, soon wet and glistening with puddles of our combined spunks littering the floor.

**

I took my laundry back home. To be honest, I could even remember the last time I'd had two very intense, very pleasurable orgasms like that in one morning before. Added to that, was the fact that nothing else had really happened either. Though there had been some obvious touching, I was more stunned, and yet again...aroused by the fact it had been as intensely pleasurable as it had been, and had been simple-pure masturbation. I knew then, if it could be like that, Darlene's parties were no doubt even more exciting and arousing. And something I was admittedly now...looking forward to.

Even as I began putting my clothes away, I began wondering what it might cost to mirror one wall of one of my totally unused, un-needed bedrooms. And then, "Why bother?" I thought. "I have hot, sexy neighbors who've already done that!" In addition, I knew immediately, I intended to exploit that whenever the opportunity was afforded to me.

**

As pleasant as the morning had been, I was NOT looking forward to the afternoon. I had purposely chosen this new place to live for several reasons. One of which, was that it was a lot closer to where I worked. But the other...was that it was as far away from my soon to be ex-wife as I could physically make it. The fact that Karen was going to have to drive well over an hour to drop off some paperwork that needed to be signed, was a nice little inconvenience for her, which gave me a small measure of pleasure. Having to actually see her though, didn't. She was due to arrive in about an hour from now, though I hoped her visit would be as short and brief as our marriage had been.

I spent what little time I had before Karen's arrival, straightening up a few things, arranging what furniture and possessions I did have so as not to put on the appearance that I was destitute, or insufficient at being able to take care of myself. Silly, I know...but I didn't want her gloating over the fact that this divorce was hurting me more than it would eventually be hurting her. She was, after all...the one who had eventually caused it. Even as I heard the doorbell, heading over to answer it, I glanced outside in passing. Sure enough, Rub was lying outside on her balcony, enjoying the sun, entirely nude. Even as I stepped towards the door, an idea was just then coming into my head.

"I could actually have some fun with this," I thought, answering the door. "Karen."

"Tom," Karen said looking at me, an almost sad expression on her face.

"Come in, you brought the papers with you yes?" She nodded her head, handing me a large manila envelope. "Can I get you something to drink while I quickly look through these?" I asked.

"Yes, that would be nice. Thank you."

Leading Karen into the house, she quite naturally gravitated over towards the open door leading out onto my balcony. It was after all quite spacious, and eye-catching. "Nice deck," she said not quite yet stepping out.

"Yes it is. Why don't you have a seat out there? I'll bring you a drink, and then I can sit down and read through this. The lights better outside anyway." I was grinning from ear to ear as I fixed Karen a stiff drink, I figured she would be needing it as I returned moments later.

"Nice view." She was looking across the way.

"Yes it is, isn't it?" I responded, not bothering to look up, or even over at where I knew Rub was laying, top-side up this time, which made things even more interesting as I took a seat, beginning to glance through all the legal-eez of the documents I was holding. Out of the corner of my eye, Karen sipped on her drink, winced...but said nothing about that.

"I take it you've already met your new neighbors she asked?" This time I did glance up, and over. Almost as though on cue, Rub smiled, and even waved at me. I waved back, and then went back to my reading.

"You might could say that... yes."

"Isn't she...a bit young?" Karen said with a sour taste in her tone of voice.

"Becca? No...not really," I said using that name. I figured even as much as I would have liked to, trying to explain her nickname would have only aggravated the situation further. Just saying that much produced the desired results anyway.

"I see...so you have met her."

"Yes, sweet girl," I added glancing up again, though Rub had resituated herself, now laying face down, her exquisite little ass so invitingly exposed.

I again watched out of the corner of my eye as Karen folded her arms beneath her breasts in the way she had always done, whenever she was annoyed with something. "She still looks awfully young," she said more to herself than to me even, though speaking up again adding..."And to be laying out side like that, in the middle of the day, when just about anyone could see her. Just isn't right. I bet her mother wouldn't approve. I know if I was her mother..."

Karen didn't finish though. As though again on cue, and much to my delight and surprise, Darlene came wandering out herself, as though this had been planned ahead of time. It couldn't have worked out any better. And though Darlene wasn't naked...I knew just in looking at her, she soon would be. She was wearing her light blue Kimono again, so it was only a matter of time now. "And that...is Darlene. She IS the mother," I said grinning and then purposely waved catching her attention, as Darlene smiled, waving back...and simply dropped the robe she had on, down onto her lounge chair. Now they were both naked.

"That's...that's disgusting!" Karen spat, refolding her arms beneath her breasts again as though in emphasis of that.

"Why? What's so disgusting about that?" I asked now looking over, admiring the two of them as Darlene settled back into her chair, sunglasses on. I couldn't help wondering if she was looking over here wondering about Karen. It was obvious that she and Rub were discussing something. I knew then, I'd have to fill them in later, and thank them for the timely show. It couldn't have worked out any better for me. "They're just sun-bathing!"

"But they're...they're mother and daughter! They're naked, and they're...anyone can look over and see them laying there like that!"

"Yeah? So? And what's it hurting if they are? You see anyone beside's yourself complaining?"

Good old Steven. When he strolled outside naked, I thought Karen was going to faint. I figured then it was about time to sign the papers, send Karen on her way, before Steven decided that our sunbathing neighbors were worth masturbating to.

I escorted Karen to the door, saw her out, and then turned heading back outside to the balcony. I was still grinning as I looked over and waved at Steven, even though I hadn't met him officially yet. He waved back however, pointing across the way at the neighbors. I nodded, and then grinned some more. Dropping my shorts down around my ankles. I stood as naked as he was, just as Karen entered the courtyard heading out towards the parking area. She glanced up towards my unit, as I hoped she might, and watched her actually stumble, nearly careening into the decorative pond as she ran her foot into the brick runners surrounding it. I pretended not to notice, not even looking at her as she made her escape. The only thing that could have made it any better, is if David and Crystal had been outside on their deck fucking. Though when Karen turned again just before disappearing around the side of the building, I saw her stumble again as she craned her neck looking up one last time.

I was still standing against the railing, and my cock, was nice and hard too.

**

I'd actually been half expecting it, so I wasn't at all surprised when my doorbell rang a hour later. Rub stood there with a basket of laundry.

"Hi, was just running down to do a last load, thought I'd stop by and see if you had any colors needing washing. No sense wasting a full load when I don't have one."

"A couple of shirts is all," I said inviting her in. "You don't really have to do this either. They can wait until I have another full load myself."

"Don't be silly, might as well save us both a little time and trouble. Speaking of which, that looked like trouble sitting outside on your balcony earlier," she asked without asking.

"In a way...but not for too much longer," I told Rub. "That's my soon to be ex-wife."

"Ah we thought so, didn't bet on it though. We were both right. Figured the way she was sitting all pissy-posed, she wasn't too keen on seeing your new neighbors out sun-bathing in the all together."

"Actually Rub, it couldn't have worked out any more perfectly, even with Steven suddenly walking outside when he did. Just seeing you and your mom was enough." That made her laugh.

"Well good, glad it helped some anyway. In the meantime, go grab your shirts. I have another reason for taking you back down to the laundry with me."

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"I saw Jan and Stacy heading down there a few minutes ago. They're the lesbians I told you about that live below us. Always interesting being around those two. I think they're even more horny than I am half the time," she told me. "Figured you might as well meet them anyway, before the weekend preferably. They love coming to mom's nasty parties."

"They do?"

"Oh yeah...they do. Told me a long time ago, they get off on watching guys jacking off other guys as much as most guys enjoy watching two women together. Go figure. But like Jan once told me, just because they're lesbians, and prefer women, especially on a more intimate level, they still get off on watching a guy jacking himself off. Really turns them on seeing that. And turns me on watching the two of them going at it. If we're lucky, they just might be already involved by the time we get down there."




Peeping Tom Ch. 02



I was getting hard again just thinking about that. "Let me grab my shirts," I said, and then sprinted off back into the bedroom.

**

I followed Rub downstairs soon entering the laundry/service area. Jan and Stacy were standing in the far back, smiling upon seeing Rub, and then curiously looking towards me as I entered in behind her. I noticed almost immediately that the two girls were very similar in height and appearance as Rub quickly made introductions. Stacy had long red hair currently pulled back into a ponytail. She was wearing a white 'wife-beater' tee, and a very short pair of blue running shorts. She was small breasted, almost flat, but as tight as the tee was...her nipples still stood prominently poking against the material of her tee shirt. Jan had shorter hair, shoulder length, dishwater blonde in color. I also noticed beneath the sports bra she was wearing, that she had slightly larger breasts though very possibly flattened out some from the top she had on. But she too seemed to be sporting rather hard nipples as well, which hinted at some sort of activity that had been taking place just prior to our arrival.

"Jan? Stacy? This is Tom. He just moved into the third floor unit across from us," Rub said by way of introduction. They finally smiled again, even shaking hands with me as we stood there for a moment longer, though I felt a little awkward as it was again evident that we'd interrupted something. As though feeling their uncertainty, Rub continued. "No worries...he's cool," she stated. "He's even planning on coming to mom's party Saturday." Upon hearing that, the girls immediately seemed to relax, though still questioning.

"How cool?"

"Very. Mom and I have already played with him...a couple of times," she now told them both. They were now grinning.

It was at that moment that the washing machine they'd been standing next to appeared to be going into the spin cycle. "Stacy was just about to take Buck for a ride. He cool enough for that?" She asked.

"Oh yeah. Way cool. Go for it!" Rub told her.

"Buck?" I questioned, still eyeballing the girls, but trying not to be too obvious about it. Which Stacy quickly made impossible for me to do, as she suddenly removed the short pair of shorts she'd been wearing, and hopped up onto the washing machine. I was now staring at her bald hairless pussy.

"Yeah, we call it the Bucking Bronco," Stacy giggled further. "It's slightly off-balance. So when it goes into the spin cycle, it gives off a rather interesting ride if you know what I mean," she told us...positioning herself on the edge, going so far as to actually spread herself over one corner of the unit as it began picking up speed and beginning to bounce around some.

"There he goes!" Jan called out excitedly. "Ride him baby...ride him!"

Stacy was obviously...very obviously enjoying her ride on Buck. But even as she did, she once more addressed me as I stood there looking on, watching her masturbate herself basically while riding the edge of the washing machine.

"So Tom...you cum a lot when you squirt?" She asked, her face screwed up in pleasure even as she asked me the somewhat strange question. I took a second to glance over towards Rub, unsure if I should...or even would respond to that. But Rub answered for me.

"He sure as hell does. Should have seen mom's tits earlier," she smiled. "He really drenched them!" Rub then turned towards me. "Like I said Tom, just because their lesbo's...doesn't mean they don't enjoy seeing a man's dick squirting." Then Jan spoke.

"Yeah, enjoy seeing a man's prick doing that," she added. "Not into feeling his juice though, or even having it on me...or us," she added to that looking at her partner. "But we both enjoy watching a guy come. Something very fascinating about watching that. Especially watching two guys jacking one another off," she then said. "Ever done that Tom?" She wondered.

"Ah...no. I haven't. Not really my thing," I told her honestly.

"Bet you enjoy watching two girls together though don't you?" She now asked, Stacy still looking on, though her facial expression was taking on even more of a pleasured look as she sat there gyrating herself on the edge of the wildly bouncing washing machine.

I chuckled at that. She had me there. And images of the two of them, perhaps with Rub in fact, were now filling my head.

"We'll have to see if we can entice you and Steve to pull on one another's puds for us," Jan quipped. "He's straight as rain too...so far there's not really been any decent opportunity to convince him to do that for us. It would be interesting to see if we could get two straight guys to yank on one another's cocks at the party."

I shook my head in disbelief. Rub had been right, these two were just as crazy, if not more so...than she was. "I don't know, not sure that's something I'd be real comfortable with," I told all three of them.

"Ah come on Tom. If you do...then Stacy and I both will give you a nice slick, slippery hand-job. Wouldn't you get off on getting a hand-job from two lesbians?" The idea was tempting I'll admit. But even with that kind of an incentive, I just wasn't sure that was a line I was willing to cross. Though I was the first to admit, I'd crossed a lot of lines lately that I had never intended to.

"We'll see," I said simply, hoping to put an end to this line of discussion for now anyway.

"Fair enough," Stacy responded to that as the washer finally started to slow. She hopped down now, turning back towards her girlfriend. "Finish me off baby. I got close...but not close enough," she frowned.

Almost immediately Jan lifted up Stacy's tee, revealing her very small, yet enticing looking mounds, especially with her nipples sticking out a good inch or so, nice and thick too as Jan thumbed them both briefly for a moment. "Come on Rub...help me out here," she coaxed. "Play with her tits while I do her pussy."

Without any hesitation whatsoever, Rub immediately walked over, her hands quickly capturing Stacy's hard extended nipples as she began pulling on them. It was obvious this wasn't the first time, as Stacy immediately threw her head back in pleasure. Jan now reaching down between her friend's legs, immediately inserting a finger where she now proceeded to finger-fuck the girl right there in front of me. Admittedly, standing there watching this was getting me aroused. Awkwardly so. As exciting as it was, I actually considered turning and walking away, leaving the three of them to their fun.

"Making you horny?" Jan asked. "Seeing three girls fooling around together?" She pointedly looked down between my legs, smiling. "Go ahead...take it out, jack it off for us. I know you want to," she grinned even more broadly.

"Go ahead Tom," Rub agreed. "It would be fun watching you do that, while standing there watching us...wouldn't it girls?" She asked, receiving nods of the head as hands and fingers suddenly got even busier amongst all three of them. Stacy now reaching up to lift Rub's tee up and over her head, as Jan shimmied out of her sports bra and shorts. Within moments, all three girls stood there entirely naked in front of me. I glanced back towards the door...slightly concerned and worried.

"Don't be," Rub told me. "Just about everyone else in this place has their own washers and dryers. We're about the only ones ever come in here to use these. And even if anyone else did come in...I can almost guarantee you, they'd end up joining us anyway."

Feeling only slightly better upon hearing that, I still nervously unzipped the shorts I had on, now wishing I wasn't wearing briefs, as I had to fight with those for a moment. "Just drop em," Stacy urged. "I want to see how your ass looks anyway."

Throwing caution to the wind, I did exactly that, actually stepping out of my shorts and briefs, until I stood there next to them, cock stiff and straight as they looked on, waiting for me to start working it for them.

"Go on Tom. Play with it. Make it squirt for us," Jan teased, though adding. "Just make sure you aim it away from us when you finally do come!"

"Or...you can aim it on me," Rub giggled. "You know I like feeling your man sauce."

"Yep, definitely more straight than bi even," Stacy chuckled. "But she does have a nice slick pussy," and one hell of an amazing clit too!" She further grinned, now stroking Rub's clit as Jan continued fingering her.

I began stroking my cock, thoroughly enjoying the show, especially when Stacy began to climax. She left off fingering Rub's clit, suddenly grasping one of her large breasts, squeezing it almost cruelly as she came, screaming and crying out her pleasure at the top of her lungs. Rub was laughing, though wincing through it as Stacy continued to dig her fingers into the poor girls flesh.

"Sometimes you can hear her in the middle of the night whenever she comes like this," she laughed. "Never heard a woman come louder before."

I was suddenly worried again, that someone had heard, and might step in to the laundry room to investigate. Then suddenly she quit screaming, and finally let go of Rub's tit. "Sorry about that Rub...but you know me. I just have to have a tit in my hand, or mouth...whenever I come like that."

"Glad it was yours this time, and not mine," Jan stated. "They're still a bit sore and tender from last night!"

It was then that the washer had stopped entirely. "Ah...time to remove the clothes and put them into the dryer," Stacy said. "And then it'll be your turn!" She said kissing Jan fully, and quite passionately on the mouth. "In the meantime Rub...how about jacking off our new friend here while we watch?" She asked. The two girls hurriedly removing the clothes, before helping Rub to deposit her basket of clothing, along with my two shirts into "Buck" as they called the washer.

Having done that, Jan jumped up onto the washer, though it would be a while yet before Buck started doing its thing again. Stacy now standing in front of her however, helping to spread her legs quite a bit, and proceeded to insert two fingers inside her friend, teasing and pleasing her as Rub came over, now standing behind me. In seconds, I felt her hands reaching around, grabbing both my prick and balls from behind as she slowly started jacking me off again.

"Kind of like doing it this way," she told everyone. "Almost as though I'm the one who actually has a dick to play with." The other two laughed.

"Know what you mean Rub," they both said. "Which is one of the reasons we got that new strap-on we showed you last week. You know, the one we can fill up full of milk? And then pump out as though it's actually squirting? Kind of interesting doing that, so we sort of know what you mean," Jan finished, moaning by way of emphasis as Stacy began flicking the girls exposed clit with the tip of her finger.

"Yeah, and the nice thing is...don't mind it when she says's let me cum in your mouth either!" Jan said winking at me.

"Go ahead Rub. Work him for us. See if you can time it's squirting to when the washer goes into the spin cycle for Jan here."

She in fact pulled it off. Literally, and figuratively speaking. I saw and heard Jan climax, as I did...Rub quickly stepping back around in front of me, catching most of my thick hot streamers of cum on her tits as she finished milking me off against them. When it was all over, I hurriedly put on my briefs and shorts again, as the other girls dressed, though Rub continued to stand there topless, her cum-covered tits still glistening with my spunk.

"So...we'll see you two on Saturday for sure then huh?"

"Wouldn't miss it," the two said, saying good-bye, gathering up their laundry, soon after walking out. Rub and I followed, planning to return later to put the wash in the dryer. I wasn't at all surprised when I parted ways with Rub there on the sidewalk...still topless, still sporting the trails of semen I had left there as she went on upstairs to know doubt show her mother.

**

I had of course taken most of the following week off work to get better settled into my new place. I was delighted when the furniture company called me to tell me they'd be able to deliver my new bed and bedroom furniture earlier than expected. I had actually just finished making my new bed, likewise having taken most of my clothes out of the boxes they'd been in, and back into drawers again when the phone rang. I'd been so busy, so lost in thought, I didn't even bothering seeing who it was before answering. Once I had...I wish I had.

"Hello?"

"Tom...Karen. I'd really like to talk to you," she began. 

"About what?"

"Us."

"What about us?"

"I don't want a divorce. And I think that it's not too late for us to repair our marriage...save it," she said sounding almost desperate. "Please Tom, please...can't we sit down and discuss this?"

"Listen Karen...you made your bed." I slid my hand along the clean fresh sheets on my bed, smoothing out a wrinkle. "And I just finished making mine. So now, I think it's time we both slept in them. Separately." I heard a small frustrated sigh on her end of the line.

"Please Tom; don't give up on us so easily. Isn't there something I can do? Something I can show you, prove to you that I'm serious here? That I would never, ever be tempted to cheat on you again? I know we can work something out, we have to. Just tell me...what do I need to do to prove it to you?"

I was about to tell her to go fuck herself. Then an idea came to mind. I honestly didn't think she'd even consider it after I told her. And that that...would be that, as they say.

"Anything huh?"

"Yes! Yes! Anything!" She said suddenly excited.

I was feeling pretty smug when I told her. Sure that she'd balk at the idea, finding it absurd, and allowing me the pleasure of having given her, her chance...and thus walking away. Cleanly.

"Ok. Here it is Karen. I've been invited to a party this Saturday. A sort of welcome to the neighborhood kind of party, except for the fact...it's also a masturbation party."

"A what?" She asked incredulously.

"You heard me. A masturbation party. You know, the kind where a group of men and women get together, watch one another, or play with one another. Something you and I rarely ever really did? That kind." There was a very long pause. I was expecting fireworks at the very least, or at least hearing her give up, and thus give in.

"Ok, if that's what it's going to take to prove to you that I'm serious. I'll be there. Where and what time?" She questioned me now.

And now I paused...wondering what I had just gotten myself into. For one, I certainly hadn't asked Darlene if she'd be ok with it, not figuring it would even go this far. I figured, I'd best ask her first before giving Karen any more information than I already had.

"Well, to be perfectly honest with you Karen, I didn't think you'd even accept. So let me clear it with Darlene first, she might not be too keen on the idea of me showing up, along with my soon to be ex-wife."

Karen didn't respond back to the last part, but what she did say was, "I told you...I'm serious Tom. And if going to this masturbation party as you call it, is your little test for me, then I'm going to pass it, and prove to you that I'm willing to do anything I have to, to save our marriage." There was another short pause as I stood mulling this over. "Is...she, Darlene? The woman I saw across the way with her daughter?" She now asked a bit timidly, slightly unsure of herself perhaps. Maybe she would back out after all.

"Yes, she is. So like I said, I need to speak to her about this first. And in the event she does say yes, then I mean it Karen. You can't show up, and throw a damper on the party. If you do, I'll personally escort you to the door myself, and then that will be that. Agreed?"

"Whatever you say darling..." she said in that almost sickly sweet sounding voice of hers. Something I once found sexy and alluring. I shuddered once again, wondering what I had gotten myself into as I soon after hung up the phone.

It was time to go talk to Darlene in person. I was half hoping she'd tell me no...no fucking way. Or something along those lines anyway.

**

I rang the bell. Moments later, she opened the door. This time she was wearing a bright red printed Kimono, and once again...by the looks of it, nothing on beneath.

"Well Tom, nice surprise. Come in, come in. Rub's at work if you're looking for her," she told me. "Back later on this afternoon."

"Actually Darlene...I'm here to see you," I said. She reached up, undoing her sash as her gown fell away, parting...revealing those nice big tits of hers. I stared at them, almost forgetting my reason for being there. "Listen. I may have said and done something stupid. So I wanted to come see you about it before I take this any further."

"Oh? You want to tell me before? Or after? Before...I might be mad at you. After...well, we can always kiss and make up, and do it again." I laughed at that, she had a way about her.

"Tempting. But I'd better tell you before," though I still wasn't sure what Darlene had actually meant by that either. And then I laid it out for her, telling her the entire conversation I had had with my wife, as well as another idea that was suddenly coming to mind as I did that. Seeing the expression on Darlene's face as she considered it, and then offered an idea or two of her own.

"You're a very wicked, naughty man, you know that?" She said reaching out, undoing the zipper on my pants. "Almost as bad as I am," she told me, pulling me along behind her towards the bedroom, leading me by the cock as she did. She looked over her shoulder at me, and then said. "I said...almost."

I called Karen an hour later, telling her that Darlene had approved her coming to the party with me, but likewise warning her, that it was after all...a party. A masturbation party. And as such, Darlene wouldn't put up with any rudeness on my wife's part, towards anyone. And that if she was, she'd be asked to leave. 

"I promise Tom, I'll behave. But you have to realize, this will take a little getting used to for me. Masturbating in front of total strangers isn't something I have ever done before."

I almost said something. Almost. But I didn't. "Just remember Karen, this is your last chance. If there is any hope for us...any hope at all, a lot depends on what happens at the party. Do you agree then under those terms? If you fail the test this time...there's no going back, we're done. You understand?"

"Yes," she said. "So...what time, and more importantly, what do you think I should wear?"

I almost laughed at that. "Meet me here at eight. As far as what you should wear? Well, I daresay...people won't be wearing much of anything. I know I won't be. But Darlene did say that most of the women start off wearing some kind of sexy negligee's or things like that. I'm sure you'll be able to find something."

She was almost purring on her end of the line when we finally hung up.

And though I still felt like things would turn out for the best. I had to wonder once again, if I hadn't truly caught myself in some sort of a spider's web.

To be continued...



Peeping Tom Ch. 03



I had gone over to the grocery store late in the afternoon the following day, returning with several bags of groceries that I was juggling on my way over towards the elevators. 

"Here, let me help you with those." I heard a voice saying. I turned almost dropping one of the bags at the sound of the woman's voice.

"Thank you," I said as she just caught it, taking it from me.

"You're Tom right?" She asked. "I'm Crystal." I think I blushed while looking at her, the familiarity of what I knew, even though I had never met her readily apparent on my face. She actually laughed. "I see that you've already heard about me...about us, David and I."

"And obviously, you've already heard about me too," I responded back as we stepped into the elevator together heading up to the third floor walk-way, where we'd then part and head off to our semi-connected condos.

Crystal was tall, at least six feet, a good two inches taller than I was. Her hair was blonde, short..and spiked, which looked really good on her, not to mention long tapered legs and thighs that told me she could very easily work as a model. Medium sized breasts that weren't overly large, but certainly hinted at voluptuous fullness as she hugged one of the bags against herself. I turned walking over to my door entry as Crystal followed, leading her inside my place seconds later as I set the bags down on the counter, reaching for hers. "Can I offer you a drink?" I asked. "Orange juice? Beer? Water?" I realized then I should probably pick up a few bottles of wine too.

"A beer would be lovely, thank you." She said taking one of the stools I had at the counter as I opened the fridge, taking out two bottles of beer for us. She smiled sipping on her beer looking at me as she did. "So...what have you heard anyway?" She half teased. I was again blushing.

"Well, only that you and your husband don't seem to mind being seen making love out on your balcony, though admittedly, I haven't had the pleasure yet."

"Oh...I am sure you will," she laughed. "Though I can say I certainly have. Enjoyed watching you yesterday over at Darlene's. She's quite the woman isn't she?"

"You might could say that," I agreed feeling my cock throb just a bit moving closer to the counter so as to hide the fact I was becoming aroused. Wondering as I did however, where she'd been while I'd been doing that. I didn't remember seeing her.

I knew very little about this woman, or her husband beyond the widely known facts I had heard. And I didn't want to come off as being some sort of a pervert having just moved in here. I needn't have worried.

"I don't recall seeing you," I finally said.

"No...you wouldn't have. I was laying on the bed, masturbating at the time, watching you through a pair of high-powered binoculars. I like doing that, it's almost as though being there. Like I said, it was fun watching you cum all over those amazingly big breasts of hers. Kept me horny all day just thinking about it."

And here I'd been worried about being thought of as some kind of a pervert. I actually laughed upon hearing that though, suddenly feeling much at ease. "Yeah, pretty interesting, living here I think. Only been here a few days now, and I think I've already cum more times than I did in my entire marriage," surprised at myself for even saying that to this woman I had only just met.

"Yeah, David and I were lucky to stumble into this place, as I'm sure you'll soon discover. A majority of those that live here, have come to understand the carefree uninhibited life-style most of us enjoy having here. So you can understand the nervousness when one of the units goes up for sale. We all wonder if it will be bought by someone who will at least be tolerant of some of the things that go on around here, or preferably...someone that will eventually join our interesting little family as we call it. And don't get me wrong either. David and I are not swingers or anything like that. We keep the intimacy of sexual intercourse strictly between us, though as you've already heard...we do enjoy the exhibitionistic aspects of that as often as we can. Simply stated, we enjoy it when people watch us fuck!" She took another sip of her beer, as I did. My cock swelling a bit bigger now as I stood behind the counter looking at her. "But...as Darlene's probably already explained to you, especially about her amazing parties...we're not above fondling and playing with others, something that David and I also love doing, whenever we get the chance."

Crystal set her beer back down on the counter top, and then reached up, undoing the top button on her blouse, followed by another, which she began undoing rather slowly.

"Nice to...hear," I said sipping on my beer, watching...not at all sure where any of this was heading. Once again, a bit stunned and amazed by all this, having just met her and all that. Obviously living here was going to prove out to be a whole new experience for me.

"Yeah, Rub was telling us...that you're quite the squirter too!" She undid another button, her white blouse starting to part, revealing what appeared to be a very lacy white bra beneath. The cups barely covering what appeared to be very dark brown colored areolas that were peeking out as she finished undoing the last remaining buttons. I took another sip on my beer...finding it empty, setting the now empty bottle down on the counter top next to hers as she slithered out of her blouse, now reaching behind, undoing the clasp on her bra, letting it fall. I was now staring at her exposed breasts, perfect little well rounded twins, fairly large dark colored nipples that were hard and erect.

"How'd you like to show me by squirting all over these?" She asked, now cupping and pressing her twin globes together.

I was rock fucking hard. And then her phone rang. She reached into her pocket pulling her cell-phone out, looking at the I.D., smiling. "Sorry...David," she said answering before I could say anything. "Hi honey...no, I'm back. I'm over at Tom's. Had to help him cart up some groceries. He invited me in for a drink."

I half winced at that, wondering...actually picking up my empty beer bottle before realizing it was, setting it down again.

"Yeah, you should come over and meet him," she said speaking into the phone. "I'm trying to convince him to cum all over my tits."

I needed another beer.

**

I took out two more, and then three upon hearing a knock at the door. It was already time to make a beer run. "Come in!" I called out, as David entered spotting his wife as she sat there on my barstool with her tits hanging out.

"Hey babe!" He said greeting her, walking over, though frowning slightly looking at her, and then at me. I was again wondering. Though about the same height as I was, this guy was twice as big as I was too. He could have easily been a body builder by the looks of it, not the kind of guy you'd want to run into in a dark alley. Maybe it was his bald head that made him look even more intimidating as he then extended his hand in greeting. I took it, shaking it briefly, feeling the maw of his paw overwhelm my own with a very strong, very firm hand-shake.

"Beer?" I asked handing him one.

"No...thanks, I don't drink," he said grinning at me. I now stood holding two beers, and then for something to do...turned putting one back inside the fridge as he spoke again. "Thought you said he was about to cum on your tits," he said suddenly. I almost dropped the beer, just managing to place it back inside the carton before turning again.

"No...what I said was, I was trying to convince him into doing that. I guess these aren't working very well," she added to that as I again watched her cupping her own breasts, wiggling them enticingly.

"Didn't say it wasn't working," I responded. As intimidated by her husband as I'd been...my cock certainly wasn't, still pressing against the front of my jeans as I stood there, lifting the bottle to my lips, only to see I hadn't as yet screwed off the cap yet. Crystal giggled seeing that.

"Works better if you unscrew it first."

"Or screw it," David responded looking down at his wife's breasts. "And I especially love screwing these," he then added to that, as Crystal reached over undoing her husband's zipper. Her hand reaching in, seconds later withdrawing his steely looking cock. At least that wasn't a monster, though I was half expecting it. Even then, I would have been hard pressed to measure whose was bigger...his or mine.

"Come on Tom, what do you say? How about joining David here? My tits could use a really good creaming!"

David stood there jacking his cock, pointing it towards his wife's right breast. "Yeah, come on Tom...join me. That's why they have two of them you know, though from what I hear...you could easily cover both all by yourself!"

"Word spreads quickly around here doesn't it?" I asked, though I now set my bottle of beer down on the counter again, stepping around in front of it, unzipping as I did.

"Now that's what I was hoping to see," Crystal smiled. She swiveled around in her chair so that David and I could now stand on either side of her, each of us fisting our own pricks now, occasionally rubbing them against those stiff hard nipples of hers. "I am so looking forward to Saturday," she sighed pleasurably. "So good to hear you'll be coming too. And speaking of which..." she looked up hopefully and expectantly, just as David groaned, grunted...and then began launching several streamers of his own spunk all over her right breast.

"Ah fuck that felt good...and looks good too," he added admiring his handy-work. "Go ahead Tom, let's see if you are as good at squirting as they say you are."

It was the one thing I did seem to do better than he had. Even though his own discharge was impressive in its own right. Moments later, I had turned on the hose, dowsing not only her left breast liberally with my cum-cream, but her right one as well, which between the two of us, had all but disappeared under a copious covering of white sticky fluid that she now smeared happily and pleasurably with her hands, massaging it into both breasts.

"Now that's what I call...a good tit creaming!"

**

My two new friends left a short time later. Like Rub had so often done herself, Crystal gathering up her blouse and bra, carrying them back over to their place, her frothy, foam-like covered breasts still sparkling with the results of our combined milking. I stepped outside onto my balcony, my last beer in hand, looking across the way, but saw neither Darlene nor Rub sitting outside. I figured Rub was no doubt working again, and as I only then recalled...Darlene was probably out showing a home to someone as she worked as a realtor.

And then it dawned on me. I had remembered seeing a business card, brochure...or perhaps a pamphlet sitting on her dining room table. It was from the same company I had gone through when eventually finding this place. I wondered then, if she hadn't been involved in some sort of condo pre-screening or something. I'd have to ask her about that, out of curiosity if she indeed had. It would certainly go a long way in explaining a lot about the people who lived here.

As I stood there thinking about this, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. Sure enough, Steven had come walking out onto his deck. And as I had now come to expect and no longer found surprise in, he was likewise naked again. I turned waving, nodding my head in greeting at him, and then called out. "Hey Steven, would you care for a beer?"

"I have my own," he called back to me. "Why don't you come over here, and you can have one of mine!"

It was a good thing he did. I was out of beer. But more importantly than that, now that I had finally met David and Crystal, it was time that I finally met Steven. To begin with, it had been one of Darlene's suggestions that I do, and soon. She told me to explain to him what my own situation was, since he'd been through a similar loss himself. Though unlike me, soon to be divorced, according to Darlene, Steven had lost his wife due to a long suffering illness. He hadn't remarried afterwards, unable to find anyone he was as compatible with, and who understood and accepted his own unique life-style. He and his wife had been members of a couple's only nudist club. After her death, he had returned only a couple of times...with women he had started seeing, but according to Darlene, they'd been too uncomfortable in adopting or accepting that particular life-style. At least here...in this place, he could be more like himself until someone finally did come along. And the added bonus being...he could basically jerk off openly as well, whenever he liked. Which he'd just begun doing as he waved me over, inviting me for a beer.

Like I said. It was time to formally meet Steven, but there were also other reasons for doing so. I needed to incorporate his help come Saturday. And according to both Darlene and Rub, Steven would be the man I could rely on to do so.

Since we were on the same top-floor level, I took the walkway that went around and behind David and Crystals place, soon arriving at the door to Steven's place. The door was open, though I still knocked before stepping inside.

"Out here..." he called to me. No surprise there.

I walked out, soon joining him on his balcony. He was of course still naked, sitting there with what looked to be a partial erection. He pointed at the freshly open beer sitting on the table, inviting me to sit down.

"Was wondering when we'd finally meet," he said offering his hand to me over the table, which I accepted and shook before taking up my fresh beer. "And by the way...nice dick you have there, fun watching you cum."

Like I said before. It was going to be interesting living here.

I spent a reasonably, enjoyable time just sitting there chatting with him, getting to know the man better, and eventually telling him a little bit about my own problem. He grinned at that, not at all surprised that Darlene recommended that I approach him regarding her idea, and now mine.

"Sounds interesting. Certainly will add an element of curious entertainment to Darlene's party if what you believe is true. But sure Tom...more than happy to help out in whatever way that I can," he said finally agreeing to what Darlene and I had come up with. This indeed was going to prove to be a very interesting test for my soon to be ex-wife, if she in fact decided to even go through with it. I was still wondering about that, since this would indeed be something that up until now, she'd never really been very comfortable with. Walking in to a party where everyone else would be openly enjoying themselves, and no doubt in some instances with one another...I couldn't imagine Karen actually being able to do that herself.

Time would tell, with the party only a few short days away now.

And once again, I had to congratulate myself too as I soon after stood, heading back to my own place. The entire time Steven and I had sat there talking to one another, he'd continued stroking and playing with his prick. And oddly enough, the fact that he did...hadn't bothered me even a little. I was obviously starting to get used to this place.

**

I had now met just about everyone that both Rub and Darlene had told me would be there at the party. Other than a couple of outsiders that they knew, and always invited...the only people I hadn't met yet was the other gay couple that Rub had briefly told me about.

Robert and Daniel. It was interesting, because Rub had told me they were totally exclusive and committed to one another. And though they enjoyed attending Darlene's parties on occasion, enjoyed watching...and being watched, they never touched or got involved with anyone else. And though both Jan and Stacy enjoyed seeing the two of them together, and as I also learned, had even had their own parties separate and apart from Darlene's where the four of them did that, the girls still viewed it a challenge to see if they could get two straight guys to do what their friends did. And though I was still more than a little unsure about that myself, I figured that with it being a masturbation party only, seeing the two of them fooling around with one another would be no big deal. Especially as it would also play into the little scheme that Darlene and I had cooked up. I was leaving that aspect of the plan up to her to approach them with however. So hopefully she had...or would, as I hadn't met the two of them yet, and more than likely wouldn't until the party. Apparently they both slept during the day, and worked some sort of nightshift as bar tenders. So seeing them out and about, was a bit of a rarity.

Wandering around the complex, I stopped by the pool, surprised to see no one in attendance, though it was after all a workweek. I imagined that it got used mostly on the weekends and could easily imagine Jan, Stacy...perhaps Rub AND Darlene sitting out by the pool. Not to mention Crystal perhaps as well. I took note of all the units, two of which were currently vacant, and had managed to put names to each one of them save for the one unit sitting on the end on the bottom floor. Oddly enough, all the windows, curtains and blinds were pulled tightly shut. I wondered if this wasn't more of a winter home, or something along those lines for someone, as it appeared no one was there. And the fact that no one else had mentioned anyone else living here, had basically confirmed that for me. I turned intending to head back up to my place when I spotted Rub pulling her car into the parking garage. I decided to wait, and then walk back with her.

"Hey!" She said smiling upon seeing me. She looked cute in her "Starbucks" outfit, though I couldn't help noticing she'd undone most of the buttons on her blouse as she strolled closer towards me.

"That look help sell coffee?" I asked.

She looked down at herself, and then back up at me again, smiling. Most of her bare breasts were visible, she hadn't worn a bra today, though I wondered if she ever really did. "Nah...I like to flash the truckers on my way home," she said with a straight face. She laughed again at the raise of my eyebrows. "I'm just fucking with ya," she winked, shoving me off to one side as we strolled along together. "I don't have AC in my car, gets damn fucking hot on the way home in the afternoon, so it's about the best way I have of cooling off." Even as she said that however, she was already untucking her shirt, preparing to take that off as we started up the sidewalk together.

We were just approaching that closed up unit when I asked. "Anyone live there?"

She didn't even need to look to know what I was talking about. "I was wondering when you might get around to asking me about that. Hadn't said anything before as I didn't want to freak you out before you had a chance to get settled in here."

"Freak out?" Now I was freaking out. A little anyway. "What do you mean? He some kind of a creep or weirdo or something?" Not that I was having second thoughts necessarily about having moved in here...but if he was some kind of a child molester, or sexual predator...I'd have cause for rethinking my stay here.

"A creep? No. Maybe a little weird yes. Hardly anyone ever sees him. Something about having to stay out of the light for one thing. So about the only time he ever does come out is late at night. Even when there's a full moon, it's too much light for him even then. Anyway...he's also kind of the unofficial handy-man around here."

"Oh? And just how does he manage that? Work at nights while everyone's asleep?" The thought of that sort of bothered me too. Rub laughed. 

"No, that also part of the weird part. Apparently, he's filthy rich, or well off anyway. Though why he prefers living here is beyond me. But...if anyone has anything they need fixing or repairing, they call the mole. "




Peeping Tom Ch. 03



"The mole?"

"Well, that's what we all call him anyway. I'm not sure anyone even knows his real name. According to Steven, who's lived here longer than anyone else has, the Mole was here when he moved in. Anyway...he doesn't do any of the work himself, but he has lots and lots of connections. Calls them, arranges everything, and then they come out and take care of it."

"Convenient, but expensive I bet too," I thought.

"Actually, no. But that's kind of the best part. The mole pays half of whatever's needed or required, right out of his own pocket. You get a bill from the service that comes out, you drop in half the cash it cost to do the repair or remodeling through a slot in his door, and that's that. Saves everyone a bundle...for those who are willing to provide the mole with a small little return service."

"Such as?" I was now wondering. 

"Best I show you as opposed to trying to explain it any further. Come on," she said redirecting me, taking my hand. Rather than leading me up the decorative walk to the more formally set front door, she lead me around the back, easily undoing the latch on his fence which had been built sealing off his patio area. I noticed as we walked in, there was no patio furniture in sight. 

"He really is a hermit isn't he?"

"Yeah like I said, no one's ever really seen him. I think I actually saw him once, month's ago late at night. But never since then. There's only one part of him I actually have seen."

"One..." but I quickly closed my mouth. Just ahead, where the entrance to the sliding glass doors would have been, he'd had those removed. What I saw was a sturdy dark glass box, or what appeared to be a dark glass box. It was too dark for me to be able to see in however, even though I tried. In the front there was a slot where people deposited their payments. And then next to that, a small round opening, that appeared for the moment at least, to be closed. "I don't get it," I said wondering as Rub stepped up to the strange looking box, and pressed the buzzer. 

"This should give us a few credits for the next time we need his services," she told me. I looked at her about to ask yet again another question, when I heard the panel there in front of us opening. I looked down, and then audibly gasped at what I saw next. It was the strangest, most amazing thing I had ever seen. And I certainly hadn't expected to see that. It had to be about the biggest cock in existence! It was like watching a snake as it seemed to run out through the hole in the door, as Rub's hands quickly reached down surrounding it.

"What the hell?" I openly asked. Maybe I'd been expecting an albino hand or something, but certainly not this. Something to do with the light and all. Though Rub quickly explained it had something to do with his eyes, not his skin. And that light literally blinded him...even the smallest amount of light hurt his eyes. She stood there however, working his cock back and forth, taking long, long...almost obscenely long strokes with her hands, running them up and down the length of the man's shaft, that again simply defied description, let alone measurement. And so we stood there talking with her rubbing the guys dick, up and down, up and down, as though it was the most normal thing in the world to be doing.

"Anyway...now you've met the Mole," she told me. "And like I said, need anything done, just drop a note in his inbox, telling him what you need done and when. He's always good about getting whatever service or repairman is needed in contact with you right away."

"I don't think I'll be getting any discounts for my repairs," I told her...somewhat appalled, and yet somewhat fascinated too.

"Hey, no worries. More than happy to do it for you," she told me. "Do it for Steven all the time!" She continued stroking the mammoth dick for several moments, finally speaking again. "Ah there...he's about to cum. I can always tell," she told me. "Mind grabbing one of those large black towels out of the basket over there? And then laying it down here along the ground here in front of me?" She asked.

I did so, still finding this whole thing almost too bizarre for words. 

"He doesn't come nearly as much as you do, but pretty close. Especially if no one's been over for a few days. We all think, he never does it himself, and always relies on others to come here and do it for him. Some days, he's pretty copious when he comes, like you. Jan and Stacy even started marking the ground for distance. That's his best shot so far, over there." She pointed, I looked. Not even sure I had ever shot anything quite that far myself. I was more about volume, duration as opposed to distance.

"Impressive," I said, and then stepped back to the side again as Rub called out to me.

"Thar she blows!"

The Mole's prick lurched, and then began to launch several long ropes of semen into the air, one of which came close to the record setting mark that Rub had pointed out to me.

"Oh damn, close...but not close enough. I was really hoping to beat Jan's record. Perhaps another day," she said walking over to what I now realized was some sort of clean up station, where she used some sanitary soap on her hands, and then rinsing off, tossing the hand towel she'd used, along with the long cum-on one, into a different basket. I watched the long snake like dick slowly disappear back through the large open hole in the black box. "He'll take care of this later...after its dark," she informed me. And then with that, we were on our way again. "Like I said Tom, if you ever do need anything done...just let me know, I'll be glad to help you out."

"Thanks. I'll keep it in mind," I told her. However at the moment, I needed to get what I'd just seen and witnessed, out of my mind.

**

As strange as that had all been, it had gotten me a little horny. Though I'd like to think it was watching Rub's tits wobble and bobble about as we took the path leading towards her side of the complex. 

"Hey, wanna come up for a beer-job?" She asked.

"I'm sorry...what?" Sure I hadn't heard her right. Maybe I was a bit more horny than I thought, hearing things.

"A beer and a blow-job together. Haven't you ever had one of those?"

I had to think back. "Maybe in college," I told her. "Though I think I was drinking a Margareta at the time...not a beer."

"That's not what I meant," she laughed, taking my hand in hers, now pulling me a long behind her a bit quicker. "Come on...I'll show you."

She was entirely naked by the time we got to the top floor, undressing hurriedly in the elevator on the way up. Tossing her clothes onto a nearby couch as we entered, she took a deep sigh of relief as the coolness of the air inside their house washed over her body, quickly stiffening her nipples, as I quite obviously noticed.

"Now that's what I needed," she said sounding relieved, and then headed into the kitchen, grabbing a cold bottle of beer from the fridge, walking outside with it. "Come on Tom...time for that beer-job I promised."

I peeled off my clothes before taking a seat in one of the lounge chairs. Since I was already at half-mast as it was, it didn't take long before I was sitting there with a full-blown erection, Rub's hands working their magic on my shaft as I leaned back, taking it all in. She reached over, taking a long pull on the beer bottle, grinned at me...winking, and then lowered her mouth over my cock. I think my ass came up off the chair a good five or six inches, but then slowly settled back down again as the heavenly mixture of ice-cold beer, and a warm sucking mouth turned my senses upside down. I looked up, saw Steven as he came out to stand on his balcony and waved. He waved back, nodding his head in approval. I wondered if he'd ever had the pleasure of a beer-job himself.

I then looked over at my nearest neighbors. And though I certainly couldn't see anyone, the bedroom curtains were open. I wondered, and then waved, thinking..."Just in case." And then Rub swallowed the beer she still held in her mouth, though a lot of it she had allowed to purposely spill, drenching my balls in the process, giving me another unexpected little thrill. She took another pull on the bottle, again winked and smiled at me.

This time...I was ready for her.

**

I think she finished about half the bottle before I felt the inevitable explosion when it came, though I had honestly tried warning her. But then I realized, she'd been expecting that. As I filled her mouth with my cum, she continued to suck, swish, and basically gargle my cock the whole time I was ejaculating. It was the most amazing blow-job, well...beer-job, I'd ever had. Crazy as she was, she then grinned at me, a combination of sudsy beer-foam, and cock cream suddenly pouring forth from her mouth, dribbling down onto her young breasts, splashing against them. It was wickedly delicious, and erotic as hell.

"So...what did you think? Like it?"

"Oh fuck Rub...you have NO idea! That was...simply amazing!"

"You're welcome," she grinned still drooling the interesting concoction onto her tits. "Have to try the margarita thing sometime...wonder how that would feel."

And now I was wondering that myself.

"I guess that's what they call, a party in the mouth kind of a drink huh?" I was about to say something, until she reached for the beer bottle again, this time sliding herself down over it as she straddled the table. "Ok Tom...now it's my turn," she said. "Time for your beer chaser." Gingerly, Rub waddled over to the vacant chair, laying back on it, and then propping herself up. I could hear the "glug-glug-glug" as her cunt took in half the beer, now sitting there with the neck of the bottle fully inside as she sat waiting for me. "Well? Get over here baby. Ever had a shot-gun? And even if you have, bet you've never done it this way."

She was certainly right about that. I stood up, took a moment to look back across the way again, just in time to see Steven tossing what looked like a nice one over the railing. I needed to remind myself to look up the next time I passed by below there...just in case. I knelt down in front of her, positioning myself.

"Ready baby?" She asked hotly. I nodded my head. "Just slam your face into my cunt Tom...I'll try not to drown you," she giggled. And then on the count of three...she removed the bottle, and I dove into her pussy. Literally.

**

We were sitting there actually drinking a beer, recovering, and talking, when we heard the door open. "Ah...mom's home," Rub remarked. Seconds later, Darlene came strolling outside onto the balcony, her blouse unbuttoned, open...tits showing. I could only sit there and shake my head.

"Must run in the family," I said looking up, smiling at Darlene as she smiled back starting to pick up Rub's beer and then thought better of it.

"Hot fucking day," she then added to that, slipping her blouse off entirely, spinning her skirt around so as to better unzip it before stepping out of that. She didn't have any panties on either. "Too hot for a beer," she said. "I'm thinking more along the lines of a margarita. Anyone interested in joining me?"

Rub and I burst out laughing at the exact same time.

"What? What's so funny? What did I say?" Darlene asked as she stood there looking down at us. I didn't have the heart to tell her.

But I was also thinking as she went back inside to begin doing just that. That this was one fly, that was suddenly excited to be stuck in this particular web.

To be continued...



Peeping Tom Ch. 04



Friday. It had been a very busy week. I had finally gotten the last of my new furniture delivered. Liking the way my living room now looked, the soft leather couch, chairs...along with a deep mahogany coffee table and end tables. Something I had always wanted, but up until now, had never had. Karen had insisted on what I termed as scratchy floral printed couches and chairs after we had gotten married, and I had hated them. Now I had what I wanted as I stood there admiring my new digs. And even better, when Karen arrived tomorrow and saw my new set-up, it would be one more little reminder that I was now doing what I wanted...and not what she did.

I had even spoken with her on the phone again briefly. At first thinking she had perhaps changed her mind about doing this, hoping she had. But she had only called to say she had gone out and purchased something she would be wearing, and that she hoped I liked it. Admittedly, I was interested in seeing. Karen always had had a nice body, no complaints there. So even if this did turn out to be the last Harrah, I'd have something a bit more pleasant to remember her by.

I pulled into the parking garage having just gotten back from the store where I now carried a case of Corona's in each hand. I was quickly learning that a six pack or two didn't go as far now as they normally did. Not in this neighborhood anyway. I was pleasantly surprised when I spotted Rub walking towards me, having obviously just come from the laundry room. I remembered then that she didn't work, or go to school on Friday's, suddenly hoping for some entertainment, though it was perhaps a bit early for a beer-job.

"Hey Rub!" I called out holding up the two cases of beer in my hands. She laughed, approaching. 

"You having your own party today?" She asked.

"Actually, they're for tomorrow night," I told her. I was surprised when she sort of frowned at that, and then must have realized something.

"Sorry, I guess we forgot to tell you. Mom has a two drink maximum rule at her party. She doesn't want anyone getting drunk, and spoiling anything for everyone else."

"Great," I said...though thinking I'd at least have plenty of beer on hand for the rest of the week.

"Oh, and I should also probably tell you, that today's refrain day too."

"Refrain day?"

"Yeah, everybody refrains from having an orgasm. That way, at the party...everyone's already pretty damn horny, so it sort of speeds things up a little without wasting a whole lot of unnecessary time."

I didn't bother telling her I'd already broken that rule earlier this morning.

"Somebody should probably put together a handbook. You know, something they could pass out and give to all the new people who move in here? Maybe even put a disclaimer in the back, something about the Mole in there as well so there wouldn't be a whole lot of unexpected surprises."

Rub laughed openly. "Yeah, maybe we should at that. I'll even mention it to mother," she continued giggling as we walked along. Reaching the center court she stopped though, looking at her watch.

"You want to come up for a beer later?" I asked, though I already knew there'd be nothing else I could expect, not until tomorrow night anyway.

"Can't. Promised mom I'd help her get the placed cleaned and ready for the party tomorrow night," she told me. "So have to take a rain check on that. She looked at her watch again."

"You meeting someone?" I asked curiously, realizing she must have been.

"Yeah. Stacy and Jan. Said they'd meet me here at ten, I was running a little late. Hope they didn't go without me."

It was ten after ten now. "Go?"

She grinned. "Yeah, they need to make a payment at Moles. Said I wanted to go with them and see if they were able to set a new record. Wanna come?"

"I don't know." I laughed. "Had a dream about that last night. Actually, it wasn't even a dream, more like a nightmare. I dreamt I was Indiana Jones, and that I had fallen into a pit full of cum-spitting cock-snakes." I shuddered as I stood there thinking about it. "I think it's still one of the strangest things I've ever seen."

Rub again laughed. "Oh come on, come with us," she urged. "Eventually you'll get used to it," she assured me. Though I highly doubted that.

Having nothing better to do as I'd pretty much gotten all settled in, I reluctantly agreed. "Let me run up and put the beer away," I informed her, just as the girls suddenly appeared heading in our direction. "I'll be right back, tell them to wait for me."

I had noticed that there had been a painting crew over at Jan and Stacy's place the past couple of days. They were obviously having some work done, and were now on their way over to the Moles to make payment, and go for a new record according to Rub. I hurried upstairs, dropping my beer off, and then rejoined the girls downstairs where they all stood waiting for me.

"Too bad we can't watch you squirt too," Jan told me as we walked down the path heading over to the Moles place. "Sometimes I hate refrain day, but admittedly...it does get me damn fucking horny just waiting for the party to arrive!" Obviously, the girls honored the tradition as well. Maybe there was something to it, as I promised myself I'd "refrain" from doing anything myself going forward. I had no idea how hard of a promise that was going to be to keep as I would soon find out.

We reached the back gate, letting ourselves in as Stacy walked over, opening the slot-drop, placing a small envelope inside, and then pressing the buzzer. As she did that, I stood there thinking to myself.

"I hate snakes." And even the term, "Toss me a rope!" Suddenly had a whole different meaning.

**

I stood there watching the hole in the dark black box suddenly open, even holding my breath as it did. Moments later, the Mole's mammoth meat met the waiting hands of Jan and Stacy as they caught it slithering out. It reminded me of one of those sausage makers seeing it coming out the way it did. And now I was worried I'd end up have an entirely different nightmare to look forward to.

With the girls standing on each side of it, both hands holding and now stroking the gigantic piece of sausage as I now saw it, there was still plenty of room for an extra pair of hands even then. As they stroked, caressed and teased the thing, it was almost as though they were coddling and toying with some sort of affectionate pet. And then I realized ironically enough...Mole would be about the only person living in this complex that would actually experience an orgasm today. Though I was again reminded of my own early morning adventure and almost felt guilty about it.

"Look at this fucker leak!" Jan suddenly announced running one hand up and down its entire length, almost as though she were massaging it. Admittedly fascinated, I stood there watching as a very large dollop of clear fluid drooled from the massive looking eye-slit in the monster's great head. Looking more like a gaping maw of a mouth than that. Rub walked over, now taking the almost too heavy head of the thing in her hands, cupping and holding it as the girls continued to caress and stroke the thing with theirs. It continued to spew a great deal of its liquid venom as I thought of it, Rub's hands now glistening with the pearly-like substance. A long streamer of it now just barely attached to its mouth, hanging down what looked like almost a foot, dangling and swinging back and forth slightly as the girls continued stroking and playing with it. Finally it detached and landed with a sizeable splat on the floor beneath them.

"Maybe you should get one of those black towels ready," Rub informed me. "I think it's going to be a big one too!" She added to that.

I did as she asked, laying out the long black towel, stepping back again and looking up, just as to my horror, I saw Rub insert her pinky-finger into the mouth opening of the beast. I almost lurched at her, half expecting to see her take her hand away, missing her finger.

"Jesus!" I said instead, weirdly aroused, appalled, disgusted, and yet curiously excited too, as she stood there finger-fucking the damn thing.

And worse...I now had a whole new image bouncing around inside my head. In two seconds time, I'd written an entire screen play, this time an X-rated version of the movie Dune...only with "Sand cocks" instead of worms. And knew then as Rub continued to stand there fucking the thing with her finger, that I could indeed expect and entirely new kind of nightmare to invade my dreams at some point.

"It's getting redder and redder," Stacy announced unnecessarily. And surprisingly, for as large and thick as it was, it was pretty much standing up all by itself too. The girls no longer having the need to really support it the way they had been. I even found myself trying to peer in through the impossible to see through dark glass, wondering what the Mole physically looked like on his side of that hole. I could almost imagine seeing him hanging onto some sort of pulley system, using that as a counter-balance for the massive amount of meat and weight sticking out through the opening on this side.

"I think he's gonna come soon!" Rub now added to that, finally removing her finger, which I was delighted to see was still attached. Though she now wrapped both hands around the head, jacking that as Stacy and Jan continued to use both pairs of their hands in a weird sort of relay as they stroked down, letting go, reaching up and then stroking down again in perfect coordination.

"Yep! I think so too!" Stacy giggled as a thick fat drop of a whiter substance suddenly boiled at the tip. "Any moment now!"

I stood back, well out of the way. The Mole's massive purple tipped head lifting all by its self suddenly, it's now gapping maw expanding even further, another second, even bigger bubble of white cream appearing, almost as though the beast was foaming at the mouth. And then it spit.

"FUCK!" I bellowed, watching it...as we all did. A massive stream of white cream suddenly skyrocketing into the air, well short of the mark...but impressive enough. The great beast seemed to teeter for a moment, once more lifting, holding as Jan and Stacy held onto it like aiming a fire hose.

"This time for sure!" One of them cried out, though I paid no attention to which one of them had said that. The second explosion only then erupting, another great rope of cum suddenly shooting out of the head of the Mole's dick. Almost as though it were in slow motion, we all watched. Watched it as it defied gravity, a thick coil of spunk that far surpassed anything I'd ever done myself before. It shot out up into the air, followed quickly by another, even before the second one had reached its zenith. And even I knew before it had landed, this would be a record setting toss and then some.

"We're gonna need two towels in the future!" Rub said in amazement. It didn't take a cum-expert to know that the Mole's dick had sent the second spurt of cum flying well over and beyond the end of the first towel, easily surpassing the best mark by a good foot or more. And though the third and forth shots had landed far shorter than that one...the volume of spunk that now dotted and splattered the dark towel was impressive. Almost...almost...as good as my own.

Like I said. It wasn't so much about distance for me, as it was the number of actual ejaculations and volume. My personal record, though I didn't divulge this to the girls at the time, was fourteen. The really sad part there was. I had no one that could authenticate that for me at the time when it had happened either.

What had been only moments ago a very hard, very stiff rod of fleshy-steel, suddenly drooped, falling, even slapping against the side of the glass box as neither girl had made any attempt to catch it. And then just like a snake again, retreating back into its hideaway, I watched the rapidly dwindling behemoth slide up the wall, and then disappear back into its hidey-hole once again.

Once more the girls stood washing and cleaning their hands. I joined them in doing so, even though I hadn't touched anything. "Well, I bet someone gets a freebee after that one!" Stacy exclaimed almost proudly. 

"A freebee?" I asked.

"Yeah, it was three days after his last world record shot before anyone ever saw him stick his dick out again. I bet it's at least a week this time," she added to that. It almost made me wish I had things that needed doing.

As we turned to leave, heading back through the gate, Jan looked down, noticing what soon after everyone else did. "Damn Tom! Is that thing as hard and as big as I think it is?"

Ok, so maybe it wasn't nearly as big as the horse-cock we'd just left, but it was at the very least every bit as hard, if not harder than his had been. And worse, there was a sizeable wet spot covering the front of my beige jeans too. As weird, strange and halfway revolting as that had all been, it had been oddly arousing as well, more so because of the way all three girls stood there stroking and playing with it. No wonder the Mole came as hard as he had!" I thought considering it, feeling my cock throb in hopeful expectation. Though all thought of that happening evaporated a moment later.

"Damn, if it wasn't for refrain day, I'd be half tempted to take care of that for you, and forget all about the deal we made," Stacy stated. "So...like we said Tom, if you're interested in our doing something like that for you, then you know what we want you to do for us." I just smiled, saying nothing, and then followed behind the three girls, my hard dick pressed awkwardly and almost painfully against the front of my jeans as we did.

We soon after parted company with Jan and Stacy who went on their merry way. "Want to come up for a beer?" Rub asked. I looked at her and grinned broadly. "I said a beer. Not a beer-job," she smiled back. "Refrain day, remember?"

I was starting to hate the word, half tempted to go back to my place, stroke one off anyway...refrain day or no.

"Sure. Why not?" I said instead, and then followed that cute tight ass into the elevator, where I was again tempted to stick it between floors on purpose, and then stick it to her. Which is something I hadn't even done...yet.

**

As was becoming a habit living here, after grabbing us a couple of beers, we headed outside onto the balcony, sitting down and sipping on them. Across the way, I noticed that Steven too was outside, reading a book. But even more oddly, he was wearing what appeared to be a swimsuit, or brightly colored shorts of some kind. I think it was the first time I'd actually seen him with any clothes on, even though that's all he had on. Upon seeing us, he waved of course, and we waved back, before he settled back with his book once again.

I even commented on it to Rub. "Yeah he does that as sort of a reminder to keep his hands from doing what they always seem to be doing...stroking his cock. As you can see, even Steven takes refrain day seriously."

I really was starting to hate those two words. And worse, I had an entire afternoon and evening to get through yet, not to mention another full day until it was finally party time. Though then the image of Karen being there, and spoiling everything, even put a bit of a damper on that too.

"Hey, how'd you like to see a video of the last party we had here?" She suddenly asked. "At least that way, you'll have a pretty good idea of what to expect when you show up for this one."

"Why the hell not?" I thought. And even though it would no doubt go a long way to making me even hornier than I already was, I figured it would still give me an idea of what I could expect, not to mention seeing some of these folks in action, as well as a few others that I heard would also be coming, who I hadn't met yet. I followed Rub back inside as we headed back to the "fun-room," where she quickly inserted the DVD into the player, and then joined me there on the couch. The image I saw looking back at me in the mirror wasn't nearly as erotic as it had been the last time. But at least the TV showed images that were as it came on.

We were already about fifteen minutes into the already erotic DVD when Darlene's other guests arrived, people I hadn't as yet seen yet. "You're gonna love her," Rub told me, likewise fidgeting around on the couch now, hands down between her legs.

"No cheating," I warned. Daring her anyway.

"Oh I won't!" She said seriously. "Just my own way of making sure I don't. I sort of pin em there so that they CAN'T do anything, like reaching over and grabbing you!" She now added, which I of course, was now wishing she would do.

Rub quickly redirected my gaze back to the TV however as the dark-haired woman with the almost alabaster looking skin came sauntering into the room. And I thought Crystal was tall for a woman. This gal was a good two inches taller than she was! At the moment she was wearing some kind of a lightweight robe, but it was obvious by the length of her legs, which seemed to go on forever, that that was about all she had on too.

"Wait for it..." Rub said clamping down on her legs even harder than she had been. The gal was talking to a couple of the others, not yet undoing the robe, though her hands had already reached for the sash on it. Spotting Darlene, she strolled over towards her, only then starting to at last undo the sash. "Wait for it..." Rub said again, making me wonder what I was about to see. Already it was clearly evident that this gal was stacked, with no doubt bigger tits than anyone else there, save for Darlene's perhaps. But I'd seen big tits before too, and not just the big silicon enhanced ones either. I sat literally holding my breath in eager anticipation however, as she finally undid the robe, turning just slightly, removing it. From the side, I could indeed see that she in fact did have very large breasts, perhaps not even as large as Darlene's were however, so I again paused...wondering. And then she turned, coming once again face front into the camera.

"Well I'll be damned!"

"Told you!" Rub giggled excitedly. "Isn't that the most amazing thing you've ever seen?" After my experience with the Mole, I'd have been willing to bet against that. Now...I was beginning to wonder what could possibly top this.

"That can't be real," I said looking on, almost wishing I had a much closer look. Though I realized that tomorrow night at the party, I probably would have.

"No, it's real, trust me I know," Rub said continuing to giggle. I believed her of course, but I still wasn't sure I was believing my eyes. In all the things I had ever seen, and especially lately...I had never once heard of, or seen a woman who had three tits before! I was reminded yes, of the scene in the movie where this alien woman in a bar somewhere on Mars had three breasts, but even in the movie, they looked a bit too unreal to be believed. This gal...Jackie as Rub now told me, hers looked honestly as natural in appearance as they could possibly be. They didn't even sit fully up on her chest as one might expect with someone who'd had breast implants. These having a bit of a natural, gravitational droop to them for a woman who was obviously in her mid to late forties. And all three were proportionately sized and shaped, the middle breast a bit more tightly squished in from either side, though she actually reached down, lifting it so that it now rested a bit more comfortably on top of its two friends. 

"Ha....ha...how?" I finally managed watching as she turned and then moved out of range of the camera as it panned on to someone else. "Wait...wait, go back!" I asked as Rub paused the DVD, reversing it just a bit until we were back at the moment she had turned facing the camera when I asked her to pause it again. I even got up off the couch for a closer look, though with a fifty-five inch TV sitting in front of me, there was really no need to. "You're sure they're real?" I asked, so wanting to touch them and find out for myself, though the image on screen, even said as much.




Peeping Tom Ch. 04



"Trust me, they really are. When mom first introduced her to me, I had a hard time believing it myself, so then she showed me, by letting me touch and play with them a bit until I was likewise satisfied that they really were. Apparently, it is a genetic, sort of...kind of, birth abnormality. I think I remember her saying that it was a good possibility, she was supposed to be a twin, though it never quite worked out that way. But aside from actually being born with three nipples, everything else about her was perfectly normal. Then later...as she began to grow, mature and develop, there was some thought to her undergoing an operation to have the middle breast removed. But by then, she had come to sort of like the unique abnormality about herself, and given the choice, decided against doing that. Needless to say, she didn't."

"God, she'd probably make a fortune as a porn-star!" I stated.

"Yeah, she even thought about doing that too," Rub told me. "And I think she even looked into it, but then for whatever reasons, eventually decided against doing that. Anyway, now she works with mom as a realtor, and does a pretty good job of it too. She's even got a little note in fancy script on the bottom of her business card. It reads: "Ever seen a legitimate three dollar bill? No? Well close on this property with me, and I'll show you something even better."

"You're kidding!" I laughed, now wishing she'd been the one I had closed on the deal with, though I would soon be seeing them anyway.

"Nope, seen it myself, and her too of course. Like I said, real as rain baby. Real as rain."

"I wonder how many deals she's closed, and then actually showed anyone what she meant by that," I wondered.

"Only the ones who actually asked, so I do know she's showed a few. But her real claim to fame is the fact that she's said she's the only woman she knows anyway, that can titty-fuck two guys at the same time! Maybe she'll let you do that to her at the party!"

Now I had a brand new image floating around inside my head, and one I was reasonably sure would chase away any nightmare thoughts I'd been worried about having. "Does that count as just masturbatory playing?" I wondered.

"Hell yes, same as toes do in that way. You should see mom give a guy a toe-job. She's about as nimble with her toes as anyone else is with their fingers. I've even seen her write her name with a pen, just using her toes."

The list kept right on growing. Along with my dick.

**

Now I really was looking forward to the party tomorrow night. But all the video did was get me hornier and hornier by the moment. It was interesting to see how everyone was so comfortable around one another, wondering if I would be...especially with Karen there. And then I realized, I'd have to be if I was honestly going to prove anything here. Last thing I wanted was for her to be right. But. The bottom line was, I was sitting here with the worst case of blue-balls I had ever had. Sure...I'd gone long periods of time without doing anything, let alone having an orgasm. But to purposely get aroused...over several hours time and then not do anything? It was almost cruel. "Ok, I think I've seen enough," I told Rub, preparing to sit up and leave rather than keeping Rub from doing the house cleaning she'd promised her mother she'd do. But then she caused me to sit tight again for a moment longer.

"Wait, one more person you need to see first," she told me. "This is Holly, she also works with mom."

I sat there with my eyes wide, and my mouth hanging open. Holly was the woman who I had closed with, a damn fine looking blonde with a nice tan, great looking tits (which I had gotten a bit of a hint looking at while we worked through this deal together). And now, here she was about to reveal herself in all her glory to me. I could hardly wait. "That's the gal that I worked with!" I told Rub.

"I know, she told us. Kind of gave mom and I a heads up about you before you ever moved in here. Told us she thought you'd probably fit in just fine, once you got better used to things. Obviously...she was right. But then again, she always was a good judge of character." I was admittedly anxious to see her naked.

"Anything special I should know about her too?" I had to ask. After everything I had seen so far, I wouldn't have been surprised by that if there was.

Rub just smiled, patting my leg almost too affectionately. "Oh yeah...of course there is. Just wait until you see! You know how mom's able to squirt a bit?"

"More than just a bit," I responded back, once again looking at the TV screen, though Holly still hadn't even undressed yet, though looking at her in the white lacy camisole and thong she had on, was sexy enough.

"Well wait until you see Holly squirt! I'm not kidding you Tom. If she were a man, she'd have easily beaten the Mole's mark today, several times!"

I really needed to jerk off.

**

I soon after left Rub to do her chores, heading back to my place where I quickly polished off two beers. Getting involved in a movie helped some, though by the end of it, I was again reliving the scenes I had seen today, one of which was the Mole unfortunately, though the other's were much more pleasant to dwell on. Stacy and Jan giving me a combined hand-job for one. Jackie's three titties, and the possibility of tit-fucking her alongside Steven quite possibly, or maybe even David, or some other guy that I hadn't been introduced to yet. I certainly imagined Darlene of course, and her nimble toes, which again was something I hadn't experienced for myself yet. But then there was Holly. We had hit it off very well, working together as she showed me around to various places, finally convincing me to end up here, which I now was of course. And damn thrilled that she had done so. Especially, as I now knew...I was only a few short hours away from actually getting to see her naked.

I had secretly enjoyed several private moments alone with myself, just thinking about that. And now...low and behold the one thing I never thought would ever happen, was a very real possibility.

But what I now needed most, was a very, very cold shower.

And it was going to be, a very, very long night.

"Fucking refrain day," I thought.

To be continued...



Peeping Tom Ch. 05



Saturday. The BIG day had finally arrived. The sun well up when I woke, having slept in just a bit as I wandered into the kitchen and started the coffee. I returned out onto the deck, enjoying the feel of the early morning sunshine, looking about. Strangely, I saw no one, and heard nothing. I stood for a moment, the sound of the coffee maker bubbling away until it had finished. I walked back inside, poured myself a cup, and went back outside again. Still nothing. Still no one. It was almost as though everyone had turned into Vampires and were now afraid to step out into the sunlight. Even Steven hadn't come out yet, or if he had...I had missed him. But as rarely as it was that he went any place, other to sit out on his deck naked, reading a book...or openly jacking himself off. To not see him at least, was fairly strange. I finished my coffee, went back inside to pour another and returned.

It remained eerily calm, peacefully quiet. "Maybe they're all sleeping in, in order to rest up for the evening," I thought to myself. I'd give it another hour, and then wander over to Darlene and Rub's place. I had a few last minute questions and concerns regarding the party, and in particular my wife Karen's participation. Although I was excited and anxious about the evening, I was also nervous and apprehensive about it as well. Second guessing myself about having actually invited her to attend this thing. There was a lot that could happen either way. And the uncertainty of how she'd react to it once things began to heat up was of some major concern.

The fact I had somehow managed to actually "refrain" from doing anything was a bit of a surprise too. After watching the movie of the last party with Rub, I had found myself well aroused. Fragments of erotic dreams I had had for half the night, even now still replaying inside my head. At least there had been, no nightmares! I sat there sipping my second cup, a specific fragment of an encounter regarding Holly, my realtor, in particular. I had imagined making love to her here on the floor of my condo, though in the dream I hadn't moved in as yet. Though there had been no real hint of anything sexual or intimate between us when she actually had shown me the place. Sure...she had seemed friendly enough, and perhaps a bit flirtatious when we had walked through my condo the first time. But there had been nothing to indicate the obviously wild side of her character and nature, the likes of which I had eventually seen on the DVD. And now, I was really looking forward to that. To seeing her naked, amongst other things! Obviously, she knew I would also be there at the party tonight, though I again winced remembering I'd be initially showing up with Karen.

I glanced at my watch again, took one last look around, but as yet hadn't seen or heard anyone stirring anyplace within the complex. I decided to wander over and knock on Darlene's door, passing by Stacy and Jan's place, but there was no sound I could detect coming from there either as passed by. I stood ringing the buzzer on Darlene's door, though there was no answer. It was entirely possible that Rub was perhaps working today, which might explain her absence, and also possible that Darlene had gone out to do some last minute shopping or something. I returned home, once again sitting outside on my deck starting to wonder if I hadn't somehow become an episode of the Twilight Zone.

It was late in the afternoon when much to my relief I saw Steven come wandering outside onto his deck. He was again wearing a pair of either brightly colored briefs, or swim trunks perhaps. Just seeing him gave me assurance that I wasn't losing my mind, though the paranoia had seemed real enough at the time. I was still a little unsure of where he sat after our brief conversation, though he seemed interested enough in what I had shared with him, so it would be interesting to see how things went with that after Karen and I arrived this evening. Sure enough, Rub and Darlene arrived a while after that, their car pulling into the garage, the two of them carting several packages with them as they walked through the courtyard, even looking up at me...smiling and waving as they did. I felt pretty silly, but again relieved. I again glanced at my watch and saw that it was just two hours until the party. No sense going over there at this point. I am sure they had things that needed doing, and didn't need me showing up well ahead of time to keep them from doing that. I headed back inside, taking a long early shower.

Eight o'clock couldn't get here soon enough.

**

It was now five minutes past eight. I had told Karen to be at my place promptly at eight, and to not be late. Perhaps it was petty of me, but I was already nervous and irritated enough. Though I was sure we wouldn't miss much, and that Darlene would no doubt wait on our arriving before anything really did start, I decided to give Karen until eight fifteen to get there. After that, I was heading over with or without her. In a way, I was again hoping she had changed her mind after all and wouldn't even bother showing up.

It was eight fourteen when she rang my buzzer.

"Sorry I'm late," she apologized profusely. "The traffic was a lot worse getting here than I thought it would be, and I even left a half hour earlier just to make sure that I wouldn't be."

She did have a long drive, and rather than make an issue out of it, and start off the evening with her and me both being in a bad mood, I decided to let it go. The fact she was also standing there in a rain coat, also told me she'd been brave enough to make the trip over here dressed as she was.

"Would you like to see?" She asked, already reaching to undo the buttons on her coat as I gathered up four cans of beer. Two for her, and two for me.

"I'll see when we get over there," I told her trying to keep a light smile on my face, and then adding. "You're sure about doing this right?"

"If this is what it has to take," she said looking a little disappointed that I wasn't interested in seeing what she had on. I was, but not here. Not now. I didn't want to give her any advantages for one thing, so showing herself off to not only me, but everyone else at the same time, was important.

"Just remember," I said escorting her out the door. "This is your last shot."

We walked in silence over to Darlene's place, Karen in her rain coat, and me in my short terry cloth robe. Had anyone seen us who wasn't familiar with what was really going on, they'd have thought me for going for an evening swim perhaps. I'm not sure what they would have thought about Karen in her coat, though I am sure that would have raised a few questions perhaps, as warm as it was.

Although we could hear music and laughter as we reached the door, it certainly wasn't loud enough that it would have disturbed anyone else, though I smiled inwardly remembering that a vast majority of the people who even lived in the complex, would be here.

"Come in! Come in!" Darlene said answering the door. I smiled inwardly as she had greeted us wearing an emerald green very flimsy, not quite see-through evening gown. There was just enough hint of her full heavy breasts pressing against the material to be obvious enough without giving the whole show away. "You can hang up your coat here," she said turning towards Karen. "Most of the guys are still wearing their robes too," she then told me. "As soon as we've made a few informal introductions, we'll get things started." As Karen finally began to remove her coat, Darlene continued. "I should probably go over a few house rules for the two of you," she smiled, pausing. "Especially since your both new to this. One...first and foremost important rule. No means no. Period. It's everyone's obligation to tell someone when any advances or indications are made, that you don't wish to be touched by that person. Everyone here knows that, so there shouldn't be any problems. Secondly, it's a masturbation party only. Touching or being touched is all that's allowed. Anything else you need to make arrangements with those individuals for later, someplace else. But not here. Thirdly, you're not expected to have to do anything, or participate in any way if you choose not to. We have a few people who won't. They don't mind being observed, or observing themselves while everyone else indulges themselves, but they are pretty exclusive to just one another. One gentleman, Andrew...Jackie's husband is purely a voyeur and prefers watching while pleasuring himself. Jackie on the other hand, is pretty open to just about anything within the limitations as I've already addressed. So in a nutshell, that's pretty much it. Don't feel like you're obligated to do anything you're not comfortable doing," she finished eyeballing me first for reaction, and then Karen. "Any questions?" Neither Karen nor I had any, though I was actually surprised she had told her that, especially after our recent conversation, though I could also certainly understand the reasoning behind doing so. Anyone going against the rules would be immediately asked to leave. Maybe she was thinking Karen would actually do that. Karen finished removing her coat at that point, hanging it up. Frankly, I was honestly surprised.

Karen was wearing a thin black leather corset with zippers in strategic places. Her medium sized breasts were pushed to near overflowing. She wore black leather garters and sheer stockings, along with a black panty, that was also zippered. She actually looked hot, which again caused me to second guess myself at what I was actually doing here.

"Very nice," Darlene drawled, and then reached out, one finger lingering atop one of Karen's zippered breasts. "May I?" She asked.

"Maybe later," Karen responded, only now sounding a bit unsure of herself. "But I didn't say no either," she added trying to smile. Darlene nodded her head in understanding.

"Fair enough. Now...let's go in and meet everyone else."

The moment Rub spotted me, she came running up to give me a hug. I don't know what Karen's reaction was to that, as she stood off to one side and behind me. But I was delighted that Rub had done that. "So glad you came...or soon will," she giggled excitedly. She stepped back, only then introducing herself to Karen politely far less intimately so. I noticed as she did, she appeared to be wearing a bright red bikini, which at first surprised me she was even wearing that much. And then I looked closer. Her bikini was painted on! She was actually nude!

"Wow!" I exclaimed as my eyes continued to play tricks on me. The definitive lines of her breasts and nipples so expertly concealed, not to mention the bikini bottoms that she wasn't wearing. The camel-toe I was now looking at, not part of the stretched material of any garment, but her actual red-painted pussy lips themselves.

"Ah you like huh?" She said turning so that we could get the entire view of her, especially her tight little ass. "You could almost call them edible in a way. Totally water soluble, and edible to boot! I figure, if I have enough cum sprayed on me later, they're apt to put into polka dots!"

Karen's face and expression remained passive upon hearing that, which I had to assume she was fighting to control. There was obviously a bit of jealousy there as the young woman continued to stand there flirting with me a bit, until she dragged us both by the hand, further on into the room, eventually leading us down the hallway to where the fun room was. And where no doubt, everyone else was too.

Darlene quickly made introductions all the way around again after we entered. By the looks of it, both Stacy and Jan had followed suit with Rub's nonexistent attire, making me realize that the three of them had to have spent the better part of the late afternoon painting one another. All three girls wearing...or rather not wearing bikini's, though Jan's was a black and white stripped image, where Stacy's was a blue and white polka dot affair. Obviously she wouldn't need to worry about oddly shaped dots showing up on her painting later. Crystal was dressed far more conservatively that I would have thought. Much like Darlene, she was wearing a bright red floor-length gown, though sexy in appearance, hardly showed anything at all, even though it was fairly form fitting. David...like me, wore a simple black terry cloth robe. Steven on the other hand didn't surprise me at all. He was the only one there who at the moment was entirely naked. The only surprise, was that his cock was totally flaccid at the moment as it swung to and fro as he walked towards us. It appeared, he was already getting into his role as he approached Karen, once more introducing himself, though Darlene had essentially already done that.

"Nice to meet you," he said taking Karen's hand, shaking it. And I noticed as he did, her eyes were glued for a moment to his slightly bouncing prick as he stood there. Finally she lifted her eyes in greeting, smiling.

"And a...nice to see, err, rather meet you too," she told him.

Rub then directed us over towards one of two couches where two guys sat staying pretty much to themselves. Having never actually met them yet, I guessed them to be Rob and Daniel, which Rub quickly confirmed. To my immediate surprise, both very cordial and friendly, and had I not known ahead of time, I'd have never guessed at either one of them being gay. Aside from a few light touches here and there upon one another's person, there was no other obvious signs that either one of them actually was. They looked about as straight as any two men I had ever seen, there was absolutely nothing effeminate about either one of them. But there was yet another reason for this more personal introduction too. The one thing I had shared with Darlene ahead of time, and something I hoped she had spoken to these two about somewhere along the way. I was counting on their very open, uninhibited participation, even if it remained strictly between the two of them as I was told it most assuredly would be. They enjoyed watching, and being watched. But anything and everything they did, remained strictly between them, which in this case, was fine by me. But I did hope it would go a long way in accomplishing what I hoped that it would. If Karen had any inhibitions, and had brought them with her tonight, just seeing these two in action, I hoped...would go a long ways towards elevating that.

After we had been married for a while, we'd actually reached, or gotten to the point where we were sharing pillow-talk with one another. Sharing fantasies and desires with each other, though at the time, a vast majority of those were the kind I didn't feel we would ever act upon. In time, Karen eventually shared with me how much of a turn-on it was for her to see two guys together. And though the thought of that certainly wasn't my thing, I could from my side of it...basically understand. I enjoyed watching two women together, which again wasn't really her thing either. About as close as Karen had ever gotten to doing anything like that, was in touching another young woman's boobs...growing up. And even that hadn't been meant as anything sexual. They were just making simple comparisons of one another's when maturing.

We had even at times, watched a few x-rated movies together. Karen had consented to watching more than a few female/female/male threesomes with me, and I eventually in fairness to her, watched a few male/male/female threesomes with her. Though even those rarely, if ever portrayed any bi-sexuality amongst the men. About as close as those ever got, was when she'd sit there holding their two dicks together, jerking and sucking them off. Something that even I didn't find objectionable in the least. And especially as hot as those movies seemed to get Karen at the time.

Maybe they worked too good, considering. But if there was anything that would get Karen's motor eventually running, I know it would be watching the two of them. I again hoped they'd be more than willing to do that, rather than just sit there and watch everyone else as Darlene had told me they mostly did. Rub had also had a little chat with the girls, so I was likewise banking on the two of them to tease and prompt the two young men into fooling around more than usual too. An awful lot depended on just how hot and horny the evening actually went, and if Karen could herself tolerate it, or if she would run screaming into the night because of it. There was no real way of knowing which one she would.

Jackie and Andrew were there too of course, Jackie in fact already sitting in the swing, though she was well covered up at the time, which I was just a little thankful for at the moment anyway. Not having mentioned anything to Karen about the woman actually having three tits. Though that might have done it right then and there. I had no idea where Karen's kink-level comfort zone was. Though I too was still in the process of discovering where mine was at. Rub seemed to enjoy pushing that to new levels whenever she could as I was constantly discovering.

Looking around the room, I saw only one other guy that I hadn't seen or met before, though I later learned his name was Jim. As Darlene stood next to him, laughing and giggling a bit, her hand snaking inside the opening of the robe he was wearing to playfully fondle what I knew had to be his prick. When she took her hand away a few moments later, it was tenting the garment he had on considerably. More so than my own did. I knew then, he had to have a fairly big cock. Perhaps not Mole-sized, but certainly a large one. That might very possibly help somewhere down the road too as the night wore on. Darlene soon moved over, rejoining us as I gingerly sipped on my first beer, learning that Karen and I hadn't been the last ones to arrive yet.

"Holly's running just a bit late, though she should be here anytime now. As soon as she does get here, we'll start the party off with a simple little game to set the mood with. Nothing too elaborate, but it does seem to help get things going here," she told us. The one thing I was struggling with a bit here, was not wanting to "seem" as though Karen was my date for the evening, though thankfully Rub's greeting had gone a long way to showing otherwise. Still, forced to take a seat, with Karen now sitting next to me as we waited for the party to get started, made me more than just a little uncomfortable.

Finally, Darlene reentered the room, Holly beside her, our eyes meeting in immediate acknowledgement of one another. Holly wore a simple white, satiny-like camisole top with matching panties. It hugged her breasts wonderfully, her hard twin nipples poking and straining against the material as she stood there. She didn't even pay a moment's notice to Karen as Darlene spoke, her eyes and smile directed solely at me. "Ok everyone. Now that we're all here...let the games begin!"

** "Now, since there are three new people here tonight, I thought we'd start out with a simple little game, something we all used to play as kids growing up. Blind man's bluff!" She announced as she began handing out black scarves for everyone to place around their eyes as she and Rub went about tying them on each one of us securely, making sure we each couldn't see. Taking us by the hand, she then led each one of us into the middle of the room. In seconds I could feel and sense she and Rub as they quickly untied, or took off the robes the guys were all wearing.

"Alright girls. First it's your turn. One at a time here, you get to go down the line, you may touch and feel wherever you'd like as you move along from one guy to the next, except for Rob and Daniel who have expressly requested to be excluded from participating in this. Is there anyone else who also doesn't wish to participate at this time?" I half expected for Karen to raise an objection, surprised when she didn't. "Very good...one by one you can all circle about while the music's playing. When it stops playing, the girls will remain standing, and then it will be the boys turn to do the same thing to them."




Peeping Tom Ch. 05



I was actually quite looking forward to this! Curious to see if I could figure out who was who, though it was a pretty sure bet I'd know who Jackie was. Even then, I was curious to find out for myself if they actually were real.

As the music played, I felt and sensed the presence of one woman after another as they passed by. Equally blind, I felt their hands tentatively caressing, passing, sometimes fondling, sometimes just grazing various parts of my body. Not knowing who it was that was doing this. It was an interesting experience, and left me moments later, standing there with a very proud, firm erection. The only one I knew for sure, had been Rub, as she and Darlene both were the only two not actually blind-folded. Especially when she whispered quickly into my ear.

"You may not have the biggest dick here, but it's certainly the hardest!" She teased and then went on by.

Some touched it, some hadn't. And by the time all the women present who had gone by, I wondered then if Karen had, unable to guess, as I thought I might when the music finally stopped playing.

"Ok girls, now it's the boys turn!" Darlene announced as I stood waiting my turn to slowly walk the line of women standing there somewhere in front of me. Expecting it would be easy, more so for the guys perhaps, I soon discovered as I now stood, that more than one of the women had removed what little they had on, save for one or two of them. Karen included. Passing my fingers over her leather, and still zippered breasts told me that she hadn't been amongst the handful who had. No real surprise there either. I did take delight, and an extra lingered caress perhaps upon coming across Jackie. There was no mistaking who she was, and I was also pleasantly surprised when all three of her breasts felt as soft and pliant as any I had ever known. I was in hopeful expectation of actually tit-fucking her at some point during the evening, if she'd let me.

After the music stopped, Darlene and Rub now took everyone by the hand re-seating everyone before announcing we could take the blindfolds off. When we did, I was delightedly surprised to see they had purposely reshuffled everyone. Though Rob and Daniel had not participated physically, they had of course enjoyed watching everyone else play blind-man's bluff and had taken the opportunity to remove their clothing. Now ALL the men there were entirely naked. Darlene had purposely placed Karen on the couch sitting next to them with Steven sitting on the other side of her. I was now sandwiched between Holly on one side, and Rub on the other, though slightly disappointed to discover that Holly, along with Darlene and Karen were the only women still dressed. The rest of the women had also managed to remove their clothes, though Rub, Stacy and Jan had basically been that way anyway with the paint-job bikini's they'd been wearing.

"Ok everyone, feel free to mingle and move about as you wish," Darlene announced. "We're all here to relax, and have fun and get to know one another a lot better." Jan and Stacy immediately headed over towards the sex-swing, with Jan grabbing a particularly wicked looking vibrator out of the cabinet when she did. Crystal stood walking over to watch, though David remained sitting next to Jackie on one side, with Jim sitting on the other. I watched fascinated as both David and Jim began playing with her outside breasts, caressing and toying with those, as she then reached up and began toying with her own middle breast, though her free hand soon wandered over into Jim's lap. It didn't take her long to wake up the beast between his legs again as it continued to grow to rather epic proportions.

The party was starting to heat up. 

I turned my attention back to Karen for a moment, curious as to how she was dealing with all this, though not at all surprised to see her actually chatting with Rob and Daniel, who continued to sit there slowly, almost teasingly fondling one another, as she divided her attention between them and Steven who was likewise sitting there fondling himself.

"That should keep her occupied for a while," I thought to myself. Andrew had wandered over to now watch the girls in the swing as had Rub, Jan now strapped in the contraption with Stacy working the wickedly humming vibrator in and out of the young girls cunt. Jan was already making quite a bit of pleasurable noise as she did.

That left Holly and I basically alone for a moment as we almost simultaneously turned towards one another. I was of course in hopeful expectation.

"I'm going to wander back to the kitchen for a glass of wine," she announced. "And just in case you're wondering...I like to warm up to things," she added to that. "I like to watch for a bit before getting involved, helps me get my motor running. So don't take things wrong here, because I have every intention of playing with that dick of yours later." She smiled, winked and then stood wandering out of the room, Darlene following. I had considered sort of tagging a long, but when Darlene made a point of joining her in conversation, I figured she had done so purposely, so decided against doing that and find another way of entertaining myself for a while.

I once again glanced over in Karen's direction, but she seemed perfectly content for the moment to continue watching Daniel and Rob, though occasionally looking over in Steven's direction too. I overheard him asking Karen if he could see her tits, since she hadn't as yet bothered undressing herself much. To my immediate surprise, she reluctantly agreed, and actually unzipped the cups of her leather top actually freeing them. Admittedly, it looked sexy as hell, and I was again second-guessing myself about all this, though not for long. It was then that Jackie approached with David in tow. I looked up starting to grin from ear to ear.

"I understand you're interested in titty-fucking," she basically asked. "And since I can obviously accommodate two of you...David would also like to join in if you don't mind having company."

Jackie then sat in a straight-backed chair, David and I standing off to either side of her. I watched for a moment as David quickly placed his hard, thick cock between the inviting cleavage of her right and middle breast, as I soon followed, doing the same between her left and middle breast. Jackie placed her hands on either side, squeezing all of them together, effectively creating a nice little titty-tunnel to slide our pricks between. Having already prepared herself just prior, Jackie had poured a fairly liberal amount of massage oil over her tits, so sliding through those twin valleys was not only easy, but quite pleasurable. It was interesting indeed to stand there sawing back and forth, feeling the exquisite sensation of actually titty-fucking her, while simultaneously watching David doing the same thing. And though there was still plenty of erotic action taking place over by the sex-swing, Rub and Andrew came wandering over to watch us. Andrew now uninhibitedly stroking himself as I'd been told he'd most likely be doing for most of the evening. He was definitely more of a voyeur as opposed to being anything else. Rub on the other hand was definitely more of a participant as she reached in, caressing and teasing Jackie's nipples playfully while we fucked her breasts. I noticed as she leaned forward however that a small little gold chain she was wearing around her neck started swinging back and forth slightly. Attached to it was a small little gold plate with some sort of an engraving on it. Rub saw me looking at it and smiled, standing up.

"Read," she said holding it up closer so that I could. In dainty script the engraving actually said, "cum-slut".

"Cute," I responded back though I knew I hadn't seen her wearing it before. Before I could say more however, she pointed over towards a small end table. There were two more of the tiny gold chains and gold engraved plates sitting there.

"Eventually, you might see some of the other women picking them up and wearing them for a while. I know mom will. Basically what it means is, anyone can come up, come on you, wherever and whenever they want...without having to ask first, just so long as you're wearing one of these," she explained letting it go as it once more fell comfortably between her red-painted breasts again. Though I noticed as she did, she was already starting to lose a bit of paint here and there as she began to perspire just a little. Or...when she indeed started to get dumped on, as I'm sure she soon would. Andrew was already looking at her like he might any time now himself. "You might wanna warn your girlfriend-wife," she teased, " about putting one of these on."

"I don't think either one of us has any reason to worry about her doing that," I laughed back still sliding my prick back and forth between Jackie's boobs as she held them in place. "I was lucky to do that maybe twice a year...if then while we were together."

"Maybe I should go hand her one, tell her to put it on without telling her what it means," she threatened. I considered it...briefly.

"No...best not, I'm pretty sure that would definitely put a damper on the evening if someone were to walk up suddenly and began spraying her down. I'm pretty sure she wouldn't take too kindly to that, especially not being asked first."

"Oh well, just a thought," she smiled, and then reached down taking both my prick and David's in her hand, now rubbing them both over and around Jackie's breasts.

"Oh fuck! I think I'm gonna cum already!" David announced, his face already beginning to screw up in pleasure. 

"Do her then baby!" Jackie pointed. "She's the one wearing the sign, and I'm not ready to get all messed up yet."

Sure enough, David had barely had time enough to turn, facing Rub when he began to unleash a torrent of cum-cream against her top, streaking it even further than it was already. Upon seeing this perhaps, Andrew took a step closer himself, and began adding his own creamy discharge against her as well. In seconds, her red top was beginning to run down her chest, towards her belly and further, leaving long red runny-cum lines of spunk as they did.

"Guess it's time to wash this off and get officially naked," she giggled. First making an appearance over by the sex-swing where Crystal was now sitting in it, taking her turn. "Thought I'd show you what happens when they really get wet," she told the girls displaying her cum-soaked tits and belly. Jan's wasn't in much better shape though, though hers had smeared off mostly from having her tits sucked and played with while she'd been in the swing.

Not wanting to shoot my first load as soon as David and Andrew had, I excused myself, deciding to take a break for a moment and go in search of my open beer. Just then, Karen stood up and appeared to be heading my way. As she did, Steven shrugged his shoulders looking towards me behind her back as if to say, "Sorry...I tried."

"Looked to me like you were having fun," she said with a somewhat smirky smile on her face, though maybe I was just reading it that way. I chose not to answer her question, asking her one instead.

"How about you? Looked like you were enjoying Rob and Daniel's play, and Steven's too," I added, hoping she had.

"Well, I'll admit, it was interesting watching that. But I'm still a bit nervous about doing too much," she told me honestly, though it was nice seeing her tits hanging out of her leather corset. I was almost tempted to tweak one, and might have had Karen not looked like she was looking for someone. "You know where the restrooms are?"

"Down the hall and to your left," I told her. I watched her wander off, and then headed out to the kitchen in search of my beer. Since I had only two I could drink, I wasn't about to let either one of them go to waste. Entering the kitchen, I was delighted to find Holly and Darlene still in there, though Darlene was at last naked, sitting on the kitchen counter. She had a bit of a sheen on her face, appearing as though she'd just had her first orgasm of the night. I wish I had been there to see it. Holly was smiling, stepping away from whatever she'd been doing, passing by, though she gave my ass a quick pat as she did.

"Don't use it all up. Try and save some for me," she said and then headed back towards the fun room. Once more I wanted to follow her, but having the opportunity I now had to speak to Darlene alone, I wasn't about to pass that one up either. Besides...I had located my beer.

"I'm not sure things are working out very well," I began as Darlene sat wiping up her cunt, as well as the floor moments later. By the looks of it, she'd had a nice little squirt herself. "She doesn't seem like she's very excited, or having too much of a good time. I keep waiting for her to say or do something that might spoil the evening for everyone else."

"You keep worrying, you'll spoil the evening for yourself," she told me walking over to give my dick a bit of a fondle. "I think she's a bit like Holly. Needs time to work herself up to the point where she's comfortable letting her hair down. Give it time, we'll see. Did she enjoy watching the boys though?" She asked. 

"Well it appeared she did yes, more so than Steven, that's for sure. Though he did somehow manage to convince her to show her tits to him."

"Well...there ya go! Like I said, give it time. She might just surprise you yet."

"That's what I'm sort of worried about. But it might turn out to be the kind of surprise I'm not looking for."

"Don't worry sweetie. There's always a plan B."

"Plan B? What's plan B?"

"Sorry, that's on a need to know basis. And right now, you don't need to know. But the one thing you do need, is a little action. So what's say we go back into the fun room and see how things are going shall we?" I followed, though rather led, as Darlene held tightly onto my cock as she pulled me behind her, joining the others moments later. Things were certainly starting to look up. Karen had returned now as well. And she was actually naked! "See? I told you," Darlene whispered to me. "The nights still young yet, and there's a lot more to come," she grinned letting me know what she actually meant by that. "Alright Crystal, I'm ready for a turn in the swing," she said as Crystal lay there trying to catch her breath. By the looks of it, she too had just had a nice little orgasm at Rub's hands. "Grab me the strap-on, would you dear?" She asked Rub. "The one that also vibrates?" To my surprise, even Karen walked over, intending to watch this, though several others had likewise now gathered around.

"She always squirts really good whenever she uses this," Rub told me handing her mother the toy as Darlene then looked at Stacy. 

"Feeling like doing the honors?" She asked. Stacy grinned, nodded her head yes, and began putting on the rather obscene looking toy.

It was nice when Holly saddled up next to me looking on, though I was still anxious to have a good look at her. She was the only woman there who was still dressed. "So, you good for more than one pop a night?" She asked me point blank. I laughed.

"I certainly hope so, though it has been a pretty long time," I told her. Interestingly enough she glanced over at Karen, who was now at least focused on Darlene as Stacy began teasing her pussy with the now vibrating toy before actually putting it to her so to speak.

"I understand. Been there myself," she said confidentially by the tone of her voice. I noticed then however she was wearing one of the little gold chains with the medallion hanging from it, though it did appear to be on backwards. I was surprised to see her actually wearing it for one, but then mentioned that it was. "Oh that's right, you wouldn't know," she giggled.

"Know? Know what?"

"If anyone wears it like this, it means that we get to pick the men we'd like to have cum on us, she told me. Which is why I asked you a few moments ago if you were a one popper or not." Once again, another rule I wasn't aware of. Darlene seriously needed to think about putting together a handbook for new-cummers.

"So...you'd like me to..."

"Yeah, cum on me," she grinned. "Squirt all over my camisole. It's about time it came off don't you think?"

I forgot all about Darlene and the swing. I now had other urgent matters to attend to.

**

It was damn fucking hot, standing there in front of Holly as she sat on the couch jacking me off, though occasionally rubbing the head of my dick against her fleshy breasts, even if it was through the thin satiny material of her camisole. All around us we could hear the sounds of everyone else enjoying themselves, which merely heightened the eroticism that the two of us were sharing. I had taken a quick brief look, saw Karen still standing next to the swing where Darlene was, craning her neck our way for a look, though thankfully she made no motion to come over here. I was grateful for that.

"Darlene and Rub both told me, that you do tend to cum a lot. That true?"

"You're about to find out," I half grimaced, her strong yet delicate hand working its magic on me as she slow-stroked, and yet wonderfully teased the head with each upward stroke, causing my legs to shake. "God that feels good," I somehow managed.

"Yes, it does feel good," she literally purred, increasing the tempo just a little, and once again slapping my dick against her nipples a bit, before going back to her almost torturous, slow-stroking technique that had me shaking from head to toe at this point.

"Oh man," I moaned as the moment drew closer and closer. "And...where?" I asked barely able to even speak the words.

"Right here," she told me again, though I enjoyed hearing her say it. "All over my tits baby, soak em for me, get my top all nice and messy so I'll be forced into taking it off."

Holly didn't have to ask me twice. In moment's, I was doing that. Spraying the front of her expensive looking camisole with my cream. And I didn't just spray it either. Within moments, I had drenched it. I didn't exactly count either, though I wish I had. I'd have been willing to bet that I had just set a personal record for the number of hard-felt ejaculations that I sprayed on her. Needless to say, the camisole she had on, was nearly transparent by the time I was finished.

"Wow, you weren't kidding were you?" She laughed, her breasts now virtually stuck to the front of her garment. "I do hope you'll have a bit more left later on for me," she then added to that.

"I assure you, I will. Even if I don't cum again the rest of the night, I promise you...I will."

I helped her to remove her cum-soaked top, and then she reached down, sliding her matching panties down as well. Now she too was as naked as everyone else. And I stood feasting my eyes on her magnificent breasts, hard taut nipples, and beautifully bare pussy. I think I could have cum again in a second or two. But she stood up, heading down the hall towards the restroom. "Just remember, you promised!" She said with a laugh, and then disappeared.

I turned, still weak in the knees, though not at all pleased when I saw Karen suddenly making her way over towards me.

"Goodness, you never came like that with me!" She started. I almost said something I was thinking, but held my tongue. "Looks like you enjoyed yourself though," she said a bit more sweetly, catching me a little off guard by that. There was lust in her eyes. A look I hadn't seen from her in a very, very long time now. "You know if you want to, you can." She actually cupped her breasts, holding them together.

"Ah, maybe later," I said. "Definitely time for a break." And though I hated doing it so early, I soon headed into the kitchen to open my second beer.

**

When I walked into the kitchen, I found Crystal kneeling in front of Andrew and Jim. She was holding their rigidly hard cocks together, jerking them off as one, though I noticed she also appeared to be cheating a bit. And Jim really did have one hell of a large cock too, though I also noticed, where it was big, it wasn't nearly as hard as Andrew's was, or as mine had been. Obviously, he had a little bit of difficulty getting it that way, though Crystal didn't seem to mind it too much as she continued slapping the two pricks against one another, enjoying her own lusty playfulness. Neither one of the guys seemed to mind either however, and moaned pleasurably as she continued doing so, still licking the two of them simultaneously at times.




Peeping Tom Ch. 05



"Isn't that technically a no-no?" I asked as she allowed her tongue to dance across the two dick heads she knelt there holding together.

"Technically, maybe. But there are a few things that Darlene allows us to get away with, if you hadn't noticed. Technically, she was fucking in the swing there, but since it was with a vibrator, we don't really count that. Nor do we count a few teasing little things like this," she said again...showing me as she lapped away briefly at the two dicks she was holding. "Just as long as I'm not, you know...gobbling them down in front of everyone else, or making a real scene of it, then everyone tends to look the other way. Darlene's been known to do similar herself. Anyway, care to join us? I'd enjoy seeing what it's like to try doing this to three dicks at one time."

Though tempted, I was still spent, and it might be a while yet before I actually managed to get it up again. 

"I'm just now recovering," I said grinning at her. "Maybe later."

"I'll be looking forward to that," she told me, and then went back to occasionally licking and working their cocks. It was interesting, and highly arousing, watching her do that. I leaned against the counter, sipping my beer when Jan came wandering into the kitchen.

"So where's Stacy?" I asked. It was rare that you ever saw one without the other. Jan laughed.

"Well at the moment, she's taking a turn in the swing, kind of interesting too," she added further. "Jackie's currently tit-fucking her with her middle breast. Hard to see much at the moment though, so many people gathered around, including your wife." 

I was glad to hear that, though winced slightly at the "wife" part. At least Karen seemed that she was starting to take an interest in things, especially if it was two women involved. "She's not my wife anymore," I told Jan unnecessarily, though it was true, we weren't officially divorced yet. I was half tempted to go back into the fun room and see this for myself though, until Jan stopped me in my tracks.

"Well, I mainly came in here to find you," she now said. "Thought you might like to know since Darlene asked a few of us to more or less keep an eye on her. But I did see her sitting next to Steven on the couch just before the Jackie thing started. She had been watching Rob and Daniel again, only this time watching them as they got one another off. Seemed to enjoy seeing that, which is when Steven joined her. Then he of course sat jacking his prick off, while she sat watching him. I noticed as she did, that she finally actually slipped her hand down between her own legs, and appeared to be touching herself while watching him do that. Darlene said for us to tell you if we saw anything that indicated she was starting to loosen up. I thought that qualified."

"It does. Thank you!" I said leaning over and actually giving her a kiss on the cheek for leaving swing scene in order to come in here and tell me that.

"Watch it buster!" She joked. "Good thing Stacy wasn't in here and saw you trying to kiss me!"

"But I wasn't actually..." She laughed.

"I'm just messing with you silly. But you can kiss these if you want to!" She held up her cute pert tits for me to kiss, and I sure as hell wasn't about to pass that up. I kissed, and then licked each one just a little, fearing that perhaps I'd overextended the offer I'd been given. Starting to pull away, she then held my head against her breast, whispering as she did. "Go ahead, suck it for me...it's been a while since I've actually had a man do that to them." I drew her hard, taut nipple into my mouth, now sucking on it a bit more firmly, enjoying the softness of her breast as I likewise held it within my hands, then switching, drawing in her other nipple, sucking it. "You like doing that?" She asked.

"Hell yes," I managed to say preparing to switch tits again, though she finally put her hands on me, pushing me away just enough to let me know the titty-sucking, for the moment at least...was over.

"Food for thought," she said. "But you can have more of that, and even do the same to Stacy too, if you consider doing what we asked you to do, on top of the two of us jacking your dick off. So...think about it, something a little extra special that we're not willing to let any man do you know."

God she was a tease, and a damn fine one at that. I assured her I was still considering her offer, though in truth, I really hadn't thought about it much further up until now. "By the way, Darlene clued us in about Plan B, just in case Plan A doesn't work out," she said looking at me over her shoulder as she walked away.

"Plan B?" I stood asking myself as she disappeared down the hall. Obviously everyone except for me knew there was a Plan B. Which was starting to make me just a little nervous wondering what it was. With luck though, especially as Karen had seemed to let one more inhibition come down, that hopefully, we wouldn't have to implement Plan B. Whatever the fuck it was.

Hearing a very deep throated groan coming from Jim, I quickly turned my attention back to what Crystal was doing, just in time to see his prick begin to seep a lava-flow like torrent of cum. He didn't really spurt exactly, it mostly just oozed out of the head of his dick, but...what he lacked in forceful ejaculation, he more than made up for in volume of cream as it continued to pour out of the tip of his cock, eventually starting to actually splat on Darlene's kitchen floor.

"Just make sure you clean up the mess," Darlene spoke with a bit of amusement in her tone of voice as she suddenly came walking in. Though she immediately walked over taking a hold of Andrew's prick, jacking maybe once or twice, before he actually did shoot out a few well-placed spurts, mostly against Crystal's face, though she'd closed her eyes, laughing through it. "Serves you right Crystal," she admonished her friend. "You're penalty for too much licking." Darlene then looked towards me. "By the way Tom, I actually came in here to find you."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, it's Holly's turn in the swing next, and she was asking for you."

I sat my half-empty beer on the counter, and then made a bee-line down the hall back towards the fun room. I had no clue what she was expecting me to do, or wanted me to do. But if it had anything to do with Plan B, or C...or even D. I was all for it.

To be continued...



Peeping Tom Ch. 06



By the time I got back into the fun room, Holly was already being strapped and secured into the swing. Rub, Stacy and Jan securing her in when I arrived. Just standing there looking on as they did that, and as she looked over towards me, smiling...was more than enough to harden my prick almost instantly. Holly hung there suspended, her hands, legs and feet bound and secured in the sex-swing, virtually unable to do anything but just sit there.

"Ok, Tom...now it's your turn!" Rub stood crooking her finger at me, telling me to step over to her. I noticed then there was another pair of wrist straps hanging from the ceiling. Curious, I still did as she asked. Jan and Stacy now taking the straps, securing my wrists within, and then hoisting them upwards until I was standing there, arms in the air, but surprisingly comfortable.

"Ok, so now what?" I asked though looking down at the delectable prize swinging provocatively so, there in front of me.

"Now we tease...or rather I do," Rub stated reaching down, taking my cock within her hand. Several had started to gather around to watch, including Karen who had positioned herself in such a way that she made it virtually impossible not to notice her. I could have cared less at this point. Too excited and aroused to be concerned with what she was thinking, though the expression on her face certainly didn't look angry or even jealous. There was again an almost lusty look to them which was something I quite simply wasn't familiar with in seeing.

Pulling me a bit closer towards Holly, Rub ran the head of my dick slowly, and quite teasingly up the very wet glistening grove of her bare split. I could see Holly's juices already starting to smear the head of my dick, pleasuring it even further, as Rub now tapped at Holly's hard exposed little clit. Hearing Holly moan as she did that, closing her eyes, gritting her teeth and struggling to some extent was erotic as hell as Rub continued the teasing torture of us both, simply using her hand.

Although my eyes were pretty much glued to what Rub was doing, enjoying the sight of Holly's gorgeous looking bare cunt, I quickly stole another look in Karen's direction, wondering once again how she was taking all this. Actually seeing her with her own hand down between her legs, the subtle movement which was undeniable, that she was in fact touching herself, surprised me. Though again, her even being here in the first place had surprised me. I was almost feeling guilty about it now, though that thought quickly evaporated hearing Holly's voice.

"Smack my clit with that hard fucking cock!" She demanded of Rub. "And you two...get over here and start playing with my tits!"

Though they had been standing close by the entire time, both Stacy and Jan had been as mesmerized as everyone else seemed to be, though hearing Holly's demand, they quickly found their senses. Each one now taking one of Holly's sweet tits in hand, they now added the additional pleasure of their doing that to her, toying and tugging on her nipples, pinching and pulling on them as Holly urgently demanded. Rub, slapping my prick against her pussy, the wetness of it now adding a more decadent, obscene sound that further intensified my own pleasurable ecstasy. 

"Oh fuck that's good!" I wailed, closing my eyes briefly, knowing that Karen no doubt was looking towards me now, and truth of the matter was, I didn't really want to be looking into her face when I was feeling this.

"Rub it fast now damn you!" Holly called out. "Rub my clit Rub!" She chuckled at the words, though her face was flushed with the impending orgasm that was already starting to creep up on her. "That's it...hard, fast...faster! Faster! Make me cum Rub! Make me cum!"

All around us everyone seemed to be either touching themselves, or someone close by. Not one person wasn't now somehow as involved as we were. Even Crystal had walked up behind Jan on one side, now fingering her as she stood playing with one of Holly's breasts. Jackie doing the same to Stacy, David standing next to her, jacking himself off with one hand, though fondling Jackie's three tits as though playing the piano with the other. Darlene stood next to Jim, his large thick cock finally looking harder than I had seen it so far, stroking and fondling it, while Andrew looked on once more stroking his own, preferring to do so while watching us. Steven had saddled up next to Karen, who continued to even more openly toy with herself, though I now saw her looking down at Steven's dick periodically, almost willing her to finally reach over and grab it. Even Rob and Daniel stood there looking on, completing the circle that now completely and totally surrounded the two of us.

"Suck em! Suck em! Suck em hard!" Holly was begging, delirious with pleasure now as both Jan and Stacy latched onto one of her breasts, biting and nipping at it as Holly began to thrash almost violently in the swing.

"Cum baby! Cum!" Rub was urging, and whether she was speaking to Holly, me or us both, it made no difference, as I now too found myself teetering on the edge.

And then...she was coming.

That first juicy splurge was a sight to behold! I felt the warmth of it almost before I actually saw it. The pleasure of her liquid orgasm as it erupted. Rub holding my prick against her opening, still rubbing it furiously and directly against her clit. The sudden bath of Holly's juices as they began pouring out in rapid, pulsating spurts, each one of which seemed to drench Rub and I both as Rub cried out in ecstasy too, only then making me aware of the fact she'd been fingering herself almost the entire time. She joined us in our mutually combined bliss, even as Holly's continued deluge of female spunk continued to pour forth, raining down in a glorious cascade upon and against the two of us.

It was like watching dominos fall after that. In all the porn movies I had ever seen, I had never seen the almost simultaneous eruption of so many spurting cocks all at once, nor the orgasmic cries that most if not all of the women were simultaneously experiencing as well, if not otherwise engaged. In seconds, Jim and Andrew had turned on Darlene, her large breasts suddenly saturated with several thick copious loads of spunk. Even Rob and Daniel were at it again, coming together as Karen diverted her attention back to them, watching... her own hand and fingers wildly moving now against her sex as she strove towards her own orgasmic release. Steven had even reached up, cupping one of her breasts, fondling it still Jacking himself off as she turned towards him. In moment's he too was spurting all over her, yet another surprise as she stood there in climatic bliss, watching him do so, now climaxing herself as she shuddered, almost collapsing, reaching her hand out to his shoulder for support.

It was simply too much, even for me. With Holly's pussy still spritzing a bit of her own female nectar, and though Rub had in fact let go of my cock, no longer holding on or working it as she savored the last final moments of her own sweet cum, I felt the throb, the pulsating sign, another throb, and then the "no-hands" jettison of my spunk as I stood there watching the first several spurts suddenly leap from my cock. And Holly laughing excitedly, still quivering herself as she saw the streamers of my own cream raining down on her almost everywhere at once.

"That's it baby! That's it! Come for me...come on me baby! Give it to me...give it all to me!"

I gave her all that, and then some.

**

The party had been going on for well over two hours now. But after the last climatic thrill we'd all shared, everyone seemed to be in need of a little breather. I had gone back into the kitchen to retrieve the last of my beer, following Darlene and a few others. Karen had made an immediate bee-line towards the bathroom of course to clean up, unlike Darlene who stood leaning against the counter sipping on her drink, strings of cum still clinging to her, now running down over her breasts and onto her tummy.

She looked at me inquisitively. I motioned my head towards the hall. "Bathroom," I said making it obvious. She nodded hers in understanding, asking.

"You're Ex a one-time cum?" She asked pointedly.

It was a fair and concerning question. She always had been, at least with me anyway. Not that I hadn't tried. But for her, after her climax, which usually was a good one, she was pretty well done for, even though I could have easily with a short time out, gone again.

"I honestly don't know," I told her, again seeing her thoughtful look.

"She did seem to be enjoying herself that time though," she added. "And I noticed, she even let Steven have a feel of her tit there for a bit."

"Yeah, she did," I said hopefully. But though she'd allowed it, she hadn't really reciprocated in any way. Seeing her finally allow herself to have an orgasm amongst a group of people was almost more than I had actually expected to see. But it was far short of what I was hoping to have seen, if this was going to work. I was again having doubts about myself, about her...and more importantly about what I was actually doing here, though again as Holly walked into the kitchen joining us, I was happily reminded why.

"That was...really something!" I told her as she leaned into me, allowing one of her soft pliant breasts to snuggle into my side.

"So. You liked that huh?" She grinned, leaning in to give me a quick peck on the cheek. "Well just so you know, I enjoyed watching you too. And hand's free no less! Can only imagine what that would have been like had you actually been helping it to come out!"

"I don't think it could have been any more, or any more intense as it was," I assured her. "Just watching you, and feeling you...come like that, was amazing Holly!" She smiled at that.

"Well admittedly, as good as it was, you should see me when I really get worked up."

"You mean, even more than that?" I asked incredulously.

"Oh yeah. Tell him Darlene, what's the one thing that really gets me off and gets my juices going!"

I turned towards Darlene just as a dangle of cum dripped from the tip of her breast, falling to land on her toes. "That's easy, whenever she gets her pussy licked. If you think she came hard that time...you should see it whenever anyone does that to her!"

I knew then and there, if it was the last thing I ever did...I had to eat this woman's pussy!

"Now, I guess I really should go and clean up a little," she said excusing herself, sliding by. "But it also might be a good time to check in on...Karen," she said pausing. "And see how she's doing."

Crystal had emerged just at that very moment before I could really say anything else to Holly, especially as I was still trying to work up the nerve to tell her how badly I really did want to go down on her. The fact I was Jones'ing for another beer didn't help much either. Having finished my second one by now, I was thirsty as hell, and water just wasn't going to cut it. Since I'd brought four along, and since Karen really wasn't much of a beer drinker, I figured "what the hell?" who was going to know anyway? Really? There'd already been a small bending of the rules around here as it was, so I figured a minor third-beer infraction wasn't going to kick me out of this party. Crystal was already opening the fridge. 

"Hey, would you mind grabbing me one of those Corona's?" I asked her, admiring the view as she leaned forward, bending over. The subtle sway of her bare breasts was enticing enough, the cold from the refrigerator no doubt causing her nipples to harden considerably more than they already were. But I was slowly discovering that I was starting to have a thing for nice firm asses too , as Crystal seemingly took her time getting my beer, and whatever else she was looking for. When she finally stood, all she had in her hand was a single bottle of my beer, holding it against her cheek as she turned towards me.

"Whew, definitely hot in here, especially after seeing that," she said grinning at me.

"You can say that again," I smiled back, feeling as I did the re-emergence of my own member awakening again. That memory of Holly in the swing would be forever engrained within my mind. But even Crystal now standing there as she rolled the top of the bottle back and forth over her breasts and nipples was contributing to my rapidly hardening erection.

"Only one problem with that though. I didn't get to cum," she pouted sexily. "And I really need a good fuck right now!"

I was SO tempted. She popped the cap on the bottle, starting to hand it to me. 

"Wish I could help," I offered apologetically, starting to reach for the beer.

"I know, rules is rules," she grinned as we now stood each of us with hands on the bottle. "But...you could still help," she grinned even more broadly, and then began lowering the bottle we both still held until it was quite obvious what she wanted me to do with it.

"Yeah?" I questioned.

"Yeah," she moaned as she finally let go of it, hands coming up to rest on my shoulders as I slowly began to ease the neck of the ice-cold bottle into what I was fairly sure was a hot slick pussy. "Hmm," she purred. "That feels nice!"

We stood there together in the middle of the kitchen, me...slowly easing the bottle in and out of her cunt as she clung to me for support, leaning back just a bit, arms around my neck now, leaning back some as I gradually increased the tempo of the ice-cold beer slipping in and out of her sucking cunt.

At that moment Jackie came walking in, walking over immediately and stepping up behind Crystal, lending her support as she spoke. "Interesting way to open a bottle of beer," she laughed. "Do you have a cork-screw in there for wine bottles too?" She asked.

Crystal didn't bother responding of course, too focused on the sensation I was giving her, responding instead in other ways as she shuddered and shook uncontrollably. Jackie meanwhile now cupping and fondling Crystal's breasts, lending support as she did, Crystal's head comfortably resting against Jackie's middle boob.

"Oh fuck! Faster Tom! Faster!" Crystal wailed now, thrashing wildly, clinging so hard to my neck that she was nearly pulling me over to her. I could just see it, losing my balance, tumbling, falling into Jackie, and then the three of us crashing to the floor together. A broken beer bottle could prove disastrous! Somehow I managed to remain strong as her powerfully intense orgasm finally began to wane. It was interesting to note, as she calmed and finally had me remove the beer bottle from her pussy, that half, if not more of it was now gone. Her cunt foaming as though maddened, frothy beer now running down between her legs.

"Hmm, always wanted to try a cunt-beer-float," Jackie exclaimed, and then knelt down in front of the nearly exhausted Crystal, beginning to lap away at her, cleaning her up...amongst other things. I stood back, content to watch, as within moments Crystal was in the throes of yet another orgasm. After she came this time, she had to take a seat at the table, her legs no longer able to support her as Jackie stood, wiping the foam from around her mouth, and then burped. "Sorry," she blushed somewhat embarrassed. "Beer always does that to me, which is why I don't drink it very often. Though I have to say, drinking it that way was an interesting experience."

I glanced up just in time to see Karen turning, heading back down the hallway. How long she'd been standing there watching all this, I had no idea. But I was curious if she'd say anything to me regarding it, I had once...long ago, teased her flirtatiously in a similar way, though she'd never quite let me take it that far. It was one of those silly unplanned moments, but I had often wondered.  Taking a swig from my nearly empty bottle of beer, I thought briefly about taking out the last one, deciding against it, draining what remained of the one that had been so recently inside Crystal's cunt. I swear I could taste her sweet honey still sticking to the neck of the bottle as I drank it. Another instant reminder that I wanted...no, needed, to eat Holly's cunt!

With another puddle on the kitchen floor that now needed cleaning up, I decided to return to the fun room myself and see what else was now taking place. But more importantly, try and get a feel of some sort as to how Karen was now dealing with all of this. Although aroused prior, even going so far as to actually get herself off, now that the edge was off...would she remain aroused, or would she be more than ready to call it a night?

**

I couldn't believe my own eyes. By the time I'd gotten back to the fun room, Darlene and Rub were helping Karen get into the swing. After strapping her legs and arms in, Darlene put on her vibrating strap-on, preparing to actually fuck her with it! The fact she was even allowing this in the first place was surprise enough, she'd never really shown any interest in other women, and though this was technically somewhat removed from that, especially with Steven and David now standing off to either side of her, I stood watching with renewed interest. Not to mention a very hard erection which Rub immediately came over to address.

"Surprised?" She half whispered leaning into me, her hand surrounding my cock as she proceeded to squeeze, half-way stroking it. 

"Very, I certainly didn't think she'd ever submit herself to a turn in the swing. It'll be interesting to see how she responds, especially with David and Steven there," I grinned hopefully. I saw Karen look over towards us, smiled briefly, and then nodded her head at Darlene as she placed the tip of the not-yet vibrating penis at the opening of her cunt. Darlene began running up the fake prick through the wet slippery furrow of my ex-wife's split, teasing and tantalizing the hard little clitoris that Steven had now taken the liberty to reach down and more fully expose. Karen moaned, closing her eyes signaling as she did her acquiescence to David's hands now cupping and beginning to fondle her quivering breasts.

I suddenly felt a pair of hands caressing my ass cheeks, along with the simultaneous feel of soft fleshy breasts digging into my back. Holly's breath against my neck sent a flood of chills racing up and down my spine. "Mind if I borrow him for a few minutes?" Holly asked Rub, who grinned knowingly. "Unless you'd rather stay here and watch," she then stated turning towards me.

"I was wondering when you might come and grab him," Rub giggled glancing over her shoulder as Darlene began to slowly thrust the now vibrating prick in and out of Karen's cunt. "Especially with mom being occupied", she added, reluctantly releasing my cock. "I'll keep an eye on things, and come warn you if it appears the action here is coming to an end," she now whispered conspiratorially.

I raised my eyebrows questioningly, but Holly took my hand in hers, leading me off back out of the room and down the hallway again. Entering the main room where a few others were, relaxing, or gathering their strength again, simply talking or enjoying a drink together, Holly pulled me towards the balcony. I think it was the first time I had actually seen the curtains pulled closed in front of them.  Seeing us, Jackie nodded, smiling and stepped over towards the curtains pulling them apart, sticking her head out briefly.

"It's all yours," she laughed wickedly. "I'll keep an eye out on this side."

Holly nodded. "And Rub's keeping an eye out on that side," she winked stepping through the closed curtains out onto the deck.

"What's going on?" I finally asked, curiously aroused and excited. Whatever it was, this seemed to be a major rule violation that was about to take place here.

"Believe it or not, Darlene doesn't know anything about this. But the rest of us came up with our own little rule, in addition to all of hers. Out here, on the deck, as long as it's safe enough, and she's currently occupied, we call this, "The consensual zone."




Peeping Tom Ch. 06



"Consensual Zone?"

"Yeah, everyone looks out for everyone else. But out here, as long as it's mutually consenting, we do a bit more than just touching one another if you know what I mean."

I did. And now I had visions of doing all kinds of things to Holly, though the one that immediately came to mind was the one I'd been dying to do all evening. The fact we were breaking one of Darlene's rules seemed to add an element of danger to it, not to mention actually being outside, though it was very dark at this point. The curtains drawn behind us, effectively shielding off any light coming from inside. I laughed at that however, as even then a vast majority of those who might be able to see us out here, were at the party. So the reality was, we were virtually alone and pretty much free to do as we pleased provided Darlene didn't make a sudden unannounced appearance.

"I've been dying to suck your cock," she told me, already starting to kneel down in front of me.

"And I'm dying to eat that pussy of yours too," I hotly admitted.

"Then we'll take turns," she giggled. "Back and forth for a bit, for as long as we can," she said slipping her silken mouth over the head of my blood engorged prick, sucking it. I held on to the railing for support, already feeling weak in the knees as she proceeded to thrill and delight the head of my cock in the most delightful of ways.

"Oh fuck...Holly, that's amazing babe! And please, don't take this wrong either, but you are one hell of a gorgeous cock-sucker!"

She laughed, her mouth still wrapped around my prick, tongue now flicking and dancing delightfully up and down the length of my shaft. So wonderful was it, I knew another few minutes of this lustful torture, and I'd be spilling my seed uncontrollably into her waiting mouth.

After another few precious moments, I knew I'd never survive Holly's onslaught of my prick, not to mention the fact that things could be winding up back in the fun room any moment now. And I was bound and determined to lick and taste this delicious looking pussy I'd been thinking about all evening long.

"Ok, ok...my turn!" I announced, forcing myself to step back, simultaneously forcing Holly to release me, though even then she followed, trying to draw me back with her mouth, nearly succeeding in the process. And nearly succeeding in draining my dick suddenly dry as well.

"If you insist," she laughed, standing, placing one leg on the end of the lounge chair her hand already down between her legs as she ran it daintily up her wet slick groove before holding it out towards me. "Want a taste?" She offered.

I sucked her finger into my mouth, savoring the moment, tasting the essence of her nectar before dropping down onto my own knees in front of her. Both hands now spreading her lips a part, her perfect tiny clitoris beckoning to me, it's glistening shiny little head clearly revealed, even in this subdued light. I tentatively ran my tongue out, caressing it, feeling her shudder expectantly as I did. Her hands now coming up to rest themselves on the top of my head as I encircled her sweet clit with my lips, gently sucking it.

"Oh fuck baby, that's nice! That's really, really good!" She sighed pleasurably, starting to grind her cunt wantonly against my face as I greedily devoured her. I was lost in the intoxication of her aromatic femininity, the lusty smell and taste of her as my tongue now speared her depths, fucking her, flicking away at her clit before capturing and sucking it again. More than anything, I wanted her to drown me in her orgasmic release. And finally told her so.

"Please Holly, please...come for me, spray all over me baby. I so want to feel you squirting all over my face!"

She laughed, shaking, her voice quivering as she answered. "O. K. But don't say I didn't warn you sweetie!" She groaned even more deeply as I returned to forcefully, yet gently sucking her stiff hard clit into my mouth. In seconds, I was enjoying my second shower of the day.

I had barely finished getting her off, standing up when the curtains suddenly parted behind me, a flood of light from the living room now illuminating the deck as Rub and Jackie pulled the curtains a bit more apart, leaving them that way.

"Here," she laughed holding out a slightly damp wash cloth. "I thought you might need this," she added as I took it from her. "Things are just now winding down in there, but thought it best I come out here to warn you, just in case mom decides she needs something to drink and passes by on her way into the kitchen. And we probably should appear as though we've all been out here having our own fun, just in case she does."

"Ah huh," Holly chuckled. "You're just looking for a good excuse to get off yourself."

"That too," Rub agreed leaning against the railing, spreading herself with her hands as she now directed me. "Come on Tom, time to put that stiff hard cock of yours to good use. Get over here and start rubbing MY clit with it, just in case mom does decide to come out here and see what's going on."

"Might as well help out then," Holly said stepping over to now stand beside me. "Might as well make this look like we've all been taking a turn here." Taking my prick in hand, she immediately began rubbing it up and down, back and forth against Rub's clit, spanking it at times with my dick, or just rubbing it furiously against her with it. Which is what she was doing, when both Karen and Darlene came walking out, though Jackie too followed, as had Steven and David. It seemed like the entire party had suddenly decided to wander outside for a bit of fresh air here.

"That looks like fun too," Darlene stated, obviously still aroused, though Karen looked a bit flustered, still very disheveled, which told me she too had obviously gotten off again. But even more importantly, she stood watching as Holly continued to rub my cock back and forth between Rub's legs, the look in her eyes one of lust and desire, even after having had an obvious orgasm, as opposed to one of agitation or even jealousy, that she'd been showing earlier.

To my surprise, Rub started to climax, calling out as she did, the sound of her bliss echoing down into the courtyard below us. I had almost lost it myself, Holly's hand suddenly slowing, just enough that it took the edge off, allowing me to recover briefly. Though even that was short-lived.

"Next?" She laughed, still holding my cock, though no longer stroking it.

"That would be...me," Darlene said now coming over to take Rub's place against the railing as once again, Holly began the masturbatory play of Darlene's pussy as she stood there. When Jackie and now Crystal, who had also wandered outside to see what was going on, likewise took up position against the railing on either side of us, a whole new orgy of sorts was suddenly taking place. "We need another...cock," Darlene exclaimed looking around. "Find someone for Karen," She directed Rub as Karen initially started to wave her off.

"No that's ok...I'm still,"

"Nonsense," Darlene told her, "I saw how wet your pussy got, and no doubt still is. Come here, there's plenty of room next to me," she said as Karen actually walked around, now sliding in and between Darlene and Crystal as Steven stepped over, now standing in front of Karen instead. Jim came out, led by Rub, leading him back over to position in front of Crystal though she had gone in search of someone for Karen. Steven, having switched things up just a bit, couldn't have been any more perfect. If Karen had been drooling over anyone's cock, aside from mine...it had been Steven's.

"So, what are we doing here?" Jim asked, though it quickly became obvious even to him. "Oh...I see," he nodded now stepping up, taking his own cock in hand and proceeded to stroke it against Crystal's waiting muff. She took over for him however, reaching down to grasp his prick, rubbing it against herself instead. Jackie was likewise doing the same with David's cock, and though I was more content with Holly continuing to rub me against Darlene, it was still a bit of a welcomed surprise when Karen actually reached down, taking Steven's cock in her hand, and now began rubbing his dick directly against herself.

"Maybe there wouldn't be a need for Plan B after all," I thought silently to myself. And then succumbed to the pleasure I'd been denying myself for far too long. Holly's expert hand continuing to milk me, splashing the torrent of semen from my balls, drenching Darlene's cunt thoroughly as she cried out deliriously with her almost simultaneous orgasm.

**

There was quite a bit of mutual cunt-drenching shortly after that. Each one of the girls getting themselves off, along with their partners. I'd never seen so many sperm-sprayed pussy's in my entire life before. Including Karen! I had watched her climax yet again, all the while frigging herself off with Steven's dick until he too had unleashed a fairly copious amount of cum-cream all over her cunt. One by one, everyone wandered back inside again after that, some to clean up, some off to grab something to drink.

"Can I get you something?" Holly asked.

"Yeah, I'd love another beer," I told her hopefully. The gentle touch of Darlene's hand on my arm telling me to stay put for a moment as everyone else quickly left. When it was just the two of us, I looked at her, expecting an update, or some sort of observation on Karen's behavior.

"You might wanna go in and wash up. I can still smell Holly's sweet cunt all over your face," she snickered. Trust me, I know," she winked, and then walked off leaving me to stand there all alone.

"Maybe she's not as naive as everyone thinks she is," I told myself. And then laughed, and headed off towards the bathroom to freshen up a bit.

**

Holly was waiting for me out in the hallway with my beer when I finally came out of the bathroom. "Come on, hurry...you've got to see this!" She said excitedly.

"What?"

"You'll never believe it," she said instead, chuckling to herself as I followed her down the hall, turning back into the fun room. It became readily apparent as to what she had meant by that, and though most were likewise similarly engaged themselves, it seemed that more eyes than not were now focused on what I was myself seeing.  Karen was actually sitting on the couch between Rob and Daniel, but more importantly, she had each one of their cocks in her hand! David was standing behind the couch, his hands currently cupping and massaging her breasts while she played with the two pricks, that everyone seemed somewhat surprised to see her doing. Especially Stacy and Jan, who immediately came walking over to us only moments after we had entered the room.

"Can you believe that? Stacy asked. "Who'd have thought?" She actually giggled. "Jan and I have been trying to convince the two of them to lighten up a little, and then out of the blue, here she is, stroking the two of them off. Who'd have thought?" She said again.

"Yeah, who would have?" I said as well, just as surprised at what I was seeing, as was everyone else, though again most were sitting next to someone, pretty much doing the same thing themselves, everyone watching everyone else masturbating someone...or being masturbated. I was surprised when I felt a little throb of arousal. I was already going for new records here as it was. Stacy quickly returned to the couch however where Jan was waiting for her on one side, and Crystal on the other. In seconds the girls had hands and fingers in one another's laps, thoroughly, and openly enjoying themselves in front of everyone. Though everyone else was too.

"Come on, I saved us a place," Rub told Holly and I leading us over to the only remaining couch where we now sat, easily able to look across the way at where Karen, Rob and Daniel sat as she continued pumping their cocks simultaneously. David more than content to stand there playing with her tits, though Jackie had saddled up beside him again, and soon began stroking his cock while the two of them looked on. "Just so you know Tom, this is basically the way we usually end the evening, a group-grope if you will," she smiled taking my hand, placing it between her legs, just as Holly did. I now sat, fingering both girls, while they in turn reached over and began playing with me again. I wondered if I'd even have anything left for one last climax, but looking all around and about me, as decadent as this all was, it wasn't long before I knew with some assurance that I certainly would. Even if it wasn't much.

"Plan B," Rub leaned over whispering to me, though taking a chance, leaning over to quickly lick off my cock, as the girls had somehow managed to work up a nice fat dollop of pre-cum fuck juice, which suddenly bubbled at the tip. I looked up and over just as Rob's prick exploded and he began showering his semen all over himself as well as Karen's right breast as she sat there, giggling excitedly, still jacking it...along with Daniel's dick, which seconds later, likewise began erupting, now showering her left breast. Jackie still pumping David's prick, now worked off his final load of the night all over the back of her neck, though quite a bit of it shot out and over her shoulder where it dribbled down, soon after mingling with the rest of her cum-covered tits. Jackie was soon massaging and smearing the abundance of all that into Karen's tits as she sat back, thoroughly enjoying it, and obviously lost in it. Hands, already down between her legs again, unabashedly fingering herself.

"That? Was Plan B?" I asked.

"Well, sort of. Actually is was more like Plan C. Mom had a chat with the boys," Rub giggled. "And they agreed to go along with it, though how she convinced them into doing so, I'll never know. But obviously they did. They were the ones to actually invite her to come over, and sit down between the two of them. Which she obviously did."

"Obviously," I said still surprised at what I was seeing, though my mind was already starting to focus its attention on more important matters. Holly's cunt was already wonderfully, and deliciously liquefied, as was Rub's. The sound of their respective quims, all nice and squishy sounding was music to the ears as I finger-fucked the two of them, playing erotically in the depths of their creamy, slick nectar. Even if I didn't manage to cum again myself, this for me was the end to a perfect evening.

Especially now. 

It was then that there was a surprised gasp, and a burst of laughter as well as applause off to one side.

"Well I'll be go to hell!" Stacy announced loudly enough for everyone to hear, as everyone in kind now found themselves looking over. Jim was laying on the floor, with Darlene squatting over him. Shame-faced she looked up, staring back at everyone.

"Ok, I know...I broke my own fucking rules. But I don't fucking care either! Right now, I need a hard stiff cock inside me, and this one just happens to fit the bill!"

"The cunt you mean, mother," Rub laughed appreciatively, and then we watched as Darlene fully impaled herself on the man's cock, and began fucking him wildly.

"Looks like we need to make a few changes to the anticipated hand-book," Rub snickered.

"Hand book? What hand book?" Holly asked.

"I'll tell you later," I said grinning from ear to ear. 

"I'm counting on it," she smiled back, and then slid off the couch, kneeling on the floor in front of me, which is what Rub herself did. In moments, the two girls were openly licking and sucking me together, all pretense of following any so-called rules having gone right out the window the moment Darlene slid down the shaft of that enormously fat cock.

I was pretty much lost to the world after that for a time, and though I had certainly enjoyed several very intense orgasms through the course of the evening, I daresay, the one I actually had now, far surpassed any of those as Holly and Rub licked and sucked me off together. The eventual jettison of my spunk, though not as voluminous as it had been earlier, was still more than enough that the two women reveled in the somewhat diminished spray, sharing it with one another, cum-swapping as they kissed, and then gradually sitting up to sit beside me once more, kissing me as well. It was the most erotic experience of my entire life.

**

As the party finally started to wind down, as people dressed and began saying goodnight, I had seen Holly out a few moments ago, wishing I could leave with her, though knowing I still had some unfinished business that needed attending to.

"Good luck!" Stacy and Jan said on their way out the door, each giving me a kiss on the cheek before leaving.  "And good luck with Plan D!" one of them quipped, though the two of them quickly ran off before I could say anything.

"What the fuck?" I silently asked myself, now more than ever determined to corner Darlene as soon as I possibly could to find out just what the hell I had missed, or what was actually going on here. Even when Steven passed by, saying good-night, shaking my hand, the only one who had left, still naked, which is no doubt the way he had shown up here.

"You're gonna owe me for this one," he said, smiling, shaking his head muttering to himself as he left. "Can't believe she talked me into doing this," he said. But again stepping out into the darkness before I could ask him what he'd meant by that.

Finally it was just me, Karen, Rub and Darlene as we stood at the door preparing to leave.

"Well dear, I do hope you had a good time tonight, in spite of everything else," Darlene said actually kissing Karen full on the mouth, which she reciprocated, in kissing her back, rather passionately in fact.

"See you tomorrow Tom?" Rub asked quite unnecessarily. "If you can even walk tomorrow," she then added to that with a mischievous look in her eyes. "Something tells me, you're going to be up all night," she whispered, to which I then whispered back.

"I wouldn't bet on it."

"Well I would," she said taking my hand, shaking it. Though what we'd just bet on, I had no idea. I was almost afraid to ask.

And then suddenly it was just Karen and I, as I walked with her out to the parking garage and towards her car. Uncharacteristically, even for her...she walked out the door naked, carrying her clothes. No doubt, she was hoping we'd head back to my place together instead. I saw the look of disappointment on her face as I steered her towards the parking garage.

We reached her car as I opened the door for her. Karen dropped the bundle of clothes she'd been carrying on the trunk, folding her arms beneath her breasts with that same pouty look on her face that I had seen so often before. She stood expectantly, waiting on me. I motioned towards the car, but she stood her ground.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow," I assured her, actually wanting the time to think.

"No. We won't. I'd like an answer now please. You at least owe me that much." She refolded her arms beneath her breasts, by way of emphasis to the first time. "So...did I pass your little test or not?"

I looked at her and then said. "No Karen. You didn't. You failed. And like I said..."

"What the hell do you mean I failed? Didn't I do everything you were hoping I'd do? For you?"

"Actually, no. If you remember, I said I'd give things another chance, IF you behaved yourself. IF you could prove to me that you'd never cheat on me again. Tonight, you showed me otherwise. 

"What the hell are you talking about? I showed you what you wanted to see, see me participate, do what you were doing. What the fuck is the matter with you Tom? What was the difference between what I did, and what you were doing?"

"The difference was...I wasn't the one taking the exam."

"You set me up!"

"No...you set yourself up Karen. I warned you. I told you, and I think I was very clear on the way I said it. You wanted to come here tonight. You wanted the chance to prove to me you were serious and that I had nothing to worry about. I saw you Karen, I saw how you were...with other men, not me. You were never that way with me Karen, though only god knows why. But there it is. So no, like it or not, you eventually did show me that I could never believe you, or trust you again. So like I said Karen, we're done. And there's no going back."




Peeping Tom Ch. 06



I stood there watching her tail-lights disappear into the night. Along with the squeal of tires as she rounded the corner at the end of the street. Seconds after that I heard the sound of a police siren following. I turned to leave, seeing the bundle of clothing that had fallen off the end of her trunk. In all the drama, I only then realized she had gotten in behind the wheel, entirely naked. Her hopes of course in coming home with me and spending the night together.

She would no doubt be spending the night elsewhere. Just damn lucky, she hadn't been drinking on top of everything else.

I crossed the courtyard heading back to my place, getting off the elevator seconds later. I stopped in my tracks upon reaching for the door. It swung open. "Didn't I lock that when we left?" I asked myself. I opened the door, peering in. There was a white satin camisole and a matching pair of panties parked just inside the door. I could see a red light coming from the bedroom, soft music playing. "Keys", I grinned. Holly still had the spare set of keys she had told me about that she'd give to me but hadn't yet.

I smiled. Rub had been right. I had just lost the bet.

**