1 comments/ 101828 views/ 11 favorites Who Watches the Watcher? By: Mercurius Samantha pulled the covers tightly over her head, trying to block out the sound coming from across the room. She could see nothing in the dark, but the pitch-blackness seemed to make her hearing painfully acute. The light, furtive squeaking of bed springs seemed deafening, filling her mind with images of soft skin and sweaty sheets. Occasionally a stifled gasp or faint moan would make heat rise from her chest up her neck, and she knew her face would be turning red. It wasn't that she didn't like the sounds she was hearing - the problem was that she did like them. She liked them a little too much, and it was frustrating (and a little scary) to lie there at night feeling like she was on fire ("Horny," the word floated into her mind. "I am so horny," she thought, and it made her even hotter to think such a thing) and not being able to do much about it. The sounds were being made by her roommate, Laura, and Laura's boyfriend, David. In two semesters of living together, Laura and Samantha had become the best of friends, and Samantha didn't mind if Dave spent the night once in a while. Sometimes, though, Laura and Dave wouldn't just sleep...their surreptitious love-making wasn't quite quiet enough, and their sounds made Sam's blood flow hot. She'd taken to wriggling out of her panties after getting into bed on nights when Dave was around, so she could more easily touch herself when things got too hot. Tonight her panties were tangled around one ankle, and her small t-shirt was bunched up above her breasts. Lying on her back, she had one hand clutching the blankets around her neck, while the other cupped one of her round breasts, stroking the nipple in time with the squeaks from across the room. Suddenly, Laura cried out, cutting the yelp of pleasure off a little too late. Sam could hear the springs squeaking louder and faster as the lovers' pace picked up. She bit her lip and pressed her hand down between her legs, cupping her softly furred mound tightly and squeezing her thighs together on the caressing hand. She could feel the moist lips of her pussy, and she pressed a finger between them, working it in and around to coat it with her juices. She started rubbing her slippery wet finger back and forth across her clit, in time with the thrustings evident from across the room. She thought she might be able to come at the same time as Laura and Dave tonight. Soon, however, Sam became lost in her own world of barely conscious desires and half-formed fantasies. Images of Dave's body above her, thrusting into her; of Laura's soft breasts under her fingers; of her high school boyfriend's cock throbbing and squirting into her mouth; of being taken from behind by her brother's best friend; of anonymous bodies and naked skin, hot fluids and slippery fingers. Some events that had happened, some that had never happened, or almost happened, or that she hoped might someday happen. She didn't notice Dave's increasing groans, his muffled, "I'm gonna come..." Laura's final gasp of pleasure, or the sharp squeaks of the bed as Dave pounded into Laura just before he came. She missed Laura's directive, "On my tits," as they climaxed, nor did the ensuing silence draw her attention from her clit. Sam was rubbing hard at her pussy, nearing orgasm, and Dave and Laura noticed her heavy breathing, her movements under the blanket. Then Sam made a small, involuntary gasp and brought her self enough back to reality to realize that it was too quiet. She slowed, then stopped her movements when she heard whispering from across the room. "Sam, are you awake?" Laura asked. Sam froze, mortified. She held her breath and didn't move at all, hoping to fake them into thinking she had been sound asleep the whole time. "Samantha, I know you're awake." Sam heard the bed creak as Laura rose up, looking at her. There was a long pause, still Sam didn't dare speak. "Were you listening to us?" Laura's voice had a playful lilt. "It's ok, you know. We don't mind." Sam heard Dave chuckle. "Um, not....not really," Sam mumbled. "Sure you were, you were getting off along with us, weren't you?" Sam was often embarrassed by her roommate's forwardness. She heard a faint whisper, then Dave said, "You caught us Sam...we were trying to be quiet." Sam sat up slowly, keeping the blankets clutched to her neck to cover her mostly naked body. She looked across the room at the bed where the two lovers lay. A streetlight shone through the window directly on Laura, who was sitting up, smiling, the blanket only covering her lower body. In the bluish light, Sam could see Laura's breasts glistening with the sperm that was splattered across them. Sam had been so close to orgasm, and her heat had not abated - Laura's wantoness sent a new surge of hot blood coursing through her body "Well," Samantha smiled, "so was I." Laura and Dave laughed softly. "Sam, if you wanted to watch, why didn't you just say so?!" Laura exclaimed with mock outrage. She turned and leaned over to turn on the light by the side of her bed. A soft yellow glow illuminated the room. Sam, of course, was shocked that Laura was being this brazen. Samantha was no wallflower, but her sexuality was more subdued. She never talked dirty, wasn't too aggressive, hadn't done any outrageous positions, nor anything remotely "kinky." Such as watching her roommate and her roommate's boyfriend fuck. "Have you been listening to us all those other times?" asked Laura, for once looking mildly concerned. Sam couldn't help but grin at her roommate's discomfort, nodding and holding back nervous giggles. Dave seemed a bit perturbed as well. "Man, I was sure we waited until you were asleep!" he said. Samantha's building tension finally burst forth as laughter, her hand covering her mouth quickly to muffle the sound. "I would pretend I was asleep so you'd think I was," she said. "Oh my god!" Laura exclaimed, jaw dropped. "All this time we thought you were Little Miss Innocent...you're a dirty little girl!" All three of them were laughing now, Samantha's face reddening. "Do you play with yourself every time you listen to us, too?" Now Samantha's eyes widened in surprise, but before she could stop herself, she was nodding and laughing some more. When they had finally calmed down, she caught her breath, looked at Laura and Dave very seriously, and said, "Why else would I stay awake to listen?" Laura just gazed across the room at her friend for a moment, and Dave said, "Sam, don't take this the wrong way, but it's sort of a turn-on to think that you were watching, er...listening to us those times." Samantha wondered what the "wrong" way to take that was, but she just nodded, because she knew just what he meant about being turned-on. "Yeah," said Laura, her voice husky now, a sudden nervous adrenaline surge taking hold of her. "Actually, I'm really turned on right now." As she spoke, she absentmindedly ran her fingers through the come on her breasts, moving her palm across her nipples. A weighty silence filled the room, broken only by the breathing of three extremely aroused people. Then Sam noticed that Laura was stroking Dave beneath the blanket. "I want you to watch us," said Laura, her eyes on Samantha but her quavering voice betraying her nervousness. Samantha sat transfixed, not moving or speaking, blankets still wrapped tightly around her. Dave looked at her and gave a funny half smile, as if to say, "Who am I to say no?" Sam smiled back, but then her attention was drawn to Laura's actions. Laura had turned to face Dave, her hand more vigorously stroking his cock beneath the blanket now, no pretense of hiding it. Then she pulled the blanket aside, hesitated for a second, looking down at Dave's cock filling her hand, and she practically lunged down and took him into her mouth. Dave and Samantha both gasped. Laura held nothing back, bobbing her head up and down, coating Dave's dick with her saliva, pumping him with her hand, sucking and slurping as her blonde hair, tied back, bounced around furiously. She was giving a performance, partly for Sam, partly for herself, letting lust and enthusiasm consume her so she wouldn't dwell too long on the outrageous thing she was doing. As she watched, Samantha became aware that her panties were still around her ankle, her pussy still moist. One hand snaked down her firm body to gently caress her clitoris. Dave was starting to make rapid "Oh god" sounds when Laura pulled up, still gripping his cock. She looked at him and then at Samantha, her eyes full of lust, and she practically growled, "Fuck, this is hot." Samantha merely nodded, smirking, her hand moving a bit more boldly now beneath her blanket. Laura made Dave sit on the bed with his back to the wall, facing Sam, and then she turned and positioned herself over him. It was tricky on the narrow dorm bed, the old springs squawking, but she finally managed to get herself facing Sam as well, her back to Dave and the head of his cock nestled in the blonde fur between her legs. She looked at Sam and noticed that she was touching herself. "Hey girlfriend, this isn't a free show. Off with that blanket!" A thousand thoughts and feeling crashed through Samantha's young mind in a fraction of a second. Fear, nervousness, anxiety about her body (she needn't have worried) mixed with excitement, sheer horniness, and most of all, a promise that she had made to herself a year before. She had gone away to college with freedom foremost on her mind. So she had told herself that she would be assertive and uninhibited, that she would experience life and not be afraid to try new things. At the moment of course, none of it seemed that intellectual. It was just a crystalline opportunity to do something crazy, and she took it. With a hearty, "Mmmmmmm," she threw the blanket aside and exposed herself to Laura and Dave. Laura was already on edge from her previous fuck and the building sexual heat, and the sight of her previously modest roommate's wantoness set her off as she finally slid herself down Dave's cock. She was gasping and crying ,"Oh, oh, oh" while her back arched and she reached back to grab a handful of Dave's hair, her eyes momentarily closed. Her hips were bucking rapidly, making short strokes up and down Dave's length. Samantha watched in awe, her t-shirt pushed above her pert breasts, nipples erect, panties lost in the sheets, right hand parting her slit with slow strokes. Laura finally came down with one last, long, "Ooooohhhh." Dave was laughing softly. She opened her legs wide so Samantha could see, got leverage on the wall with her hand and started riding Dave, sliding her pussy up his entire cock before easing back down. Sam's eyes were glued to their naked bodies, her fingers working her clit more firmly and quickly now, the other hand alternately clutching her breast tightly or rapidly flicking across her nipple, barely touching it. Suddenly, Dave grabbed Laura's hips, leaned forward and lowered her to the floor. Without ever withdrawing from her, he was now fucking her from behind on the floor beside Samantha's bed. Laura started laughing..."Oh, you think you're a porn star now, huh stud?" When their brief laughter died down, all inhibitions had faded. Laura and Dave were fucking wildly, she humping her hips back at him, both of them grunting and panting. Laura looked openly at Samantha's naked body. Sam, only a few feet away on her bed, was reclined with her legs splayed wide, knees pulled back. Her left hand reached below her left leg, two fingers pushing into her pink pussy. With her other hand, she worked furiously at her clit, her hand almost a blur as she neared orgasm. Her mouth hung open, inarticulate gasps and sounds of pleasure coming from her involuntarily. Her shoulder-length brunette hair, normally pushed behind her ears, was falling across her flushed face, damp with sweat. When, between gasps, she announced matter-of-factly, "I'm gonna come...I'm coming," Dave reached his limit, withdrawing from Laura as his pent-up passion erupted in long, thick spurts, splashing into Laura's hair before he aimed down and drenched her ass and pussy-lips with semen. Samantha writhed and cried out with the intensity of her orgasm, her toes curling and uncurling in the air. For ten minutes they all lay where they fell, breathing heavily, their bodies sweating in the warm night air. Voices and giggles could be heard in the dorm hall outside. All three of them were smiling. Finally, Sam began to feel a bit immodest, lying there with her legs spread, her pussy still clearly wet. She pulled the blanket back over herself. Laura sat up beside the bed, leaning on the edge with her elbows. She brushed stray blonde hair from her eyes and smiled down at Samantha. "Thanks sweetheart," she whispered. Samantha smiled and mouthed, "You're welcome." They hugged for a moment before Laura and Dave got up to towel themselves off and go to bed. All three slept like logs for the rest of the night. Who Watches the Watchers? Summary: non-canon - The Mintakins take Counselor Troi and Commander Riker hostage. * The Mintakin leader, Liko, nodded and two heavy set men carried out a struggling, naked Counsleor Troi. The short, burly men forced Deanna on her back onto a stone altar in the middle of a raised stone platform. They shackled her hands together overhead while her legs were spread wide and restrained. Liko stood behind the altar, the squat man reverently ran his hand up her thigh and over the swell of her hips, stopping before he reached a breast. Troi twisted her head to see a bound Commander Riker, kneeling in front of the altar with his hands behind his head. He was positioned so he could look at her and the audience below. Rage colored his face as he watched the Mintakin leader fondle what was rightfully his. In the crowd, she could see the silhouettes of Data and Geordi hunching over to blend in and stay hidden. Deanna cried out in protest as Liko probed her hidden depths with his stubby fingers. He began to address the villagers, ranting to them that all the bad things happening were because of the alien woman. "Evil has plagued us since she arrived! And now she has brought one of her minions to help her." He shouted, walking over and yanking Will's head up by his hair. "Now he can join her in appeasing our god, Takin." A cheer came from the crowd. Three men dragged Riker off the platform and around back. Troi could feel his rage and worry for her. She felt a sliver of panic run through him then haziness. Another minute went by and she couldn't feel her Imzadi at all. The light from the flames seemed to lick at Deanna's body. Fires roared from both ends of the platform near the front, giving off tremendous amounts of heat. From her view, Troi could see the simple villagers all clamoring to see the woman from another planet. She called out mentally for Will but got no response. A small sheen of sweat covered her as she shifted on the uncomfortable stone slab, testing her chains. The air was heavy with tension and excitement. Liko stepped away as a large cloaked figure was guided up on the platform to the end of the altar at Deanna's feet. The tall man was wearing a grotesque mask that covered half of his face, leaving his mouth exposed, showing a distinctively cut beard. Two young girls removed the robe to reveal the chiseled body of the Enterprise's first officer. "Will!" Deanna cried out. He gave no response. Not a flicker of his sapphire blue eyes, no mental caress of reassurance. She heard Liko cackle in the background. The skinny girls ran their hands over Riker's body. Deanna growled as one of them began to fondle him, quickly bringing his large manhood to full attention. The same girl smiled wickedly at the counselor while licking the commander's chest. A low chant began from the villagers. The girls guided the figure of their god, Takin, up on the altar onto his knees and untied Deanna's legs. "Imzadi." She tried desperately. They were going to be killed if he didn't snap out of this. He looked down at her with stoned eyes. Without a word, the masked, drugged Riker raised Troi's hips high, arching her back and hammered his hard cock up into her tight, wet center. Deanna screamed and pulled on the chains that bound her wrists overhead. William Riker was very well endowed. Whenever they made love, he was always gentle as to not hurt her, careful of being too rough. She would not get that consideration here. The man that caressed and worshipped her body before was now brainwashed by these simpletons into participating in their barbaric rites. With their profiles to the audience, the villagers were able to witness the representation of their god taking his lust out on the evil temptress. Troi's breasts bounced wildly as Commander Riker slammed his hips between her splayed thighs, bruising the soft flesh there. His arms held her thighs from underneath while the muscles in his buttocks flexed as he steadily pumped in and out of her. Will kept pace with the drums. As they became faster, his thrusts became quicker and harder. He stretched her inner walls to the point of pain, penetrating her deeper and deeper with each jerk of his hips Riker grunted out the sexual frustration of the group watching them. He looked like a god, Deanna thought as he ravaged her. His bare chest glistened and his arms were stretched out, holding her spread legs. The mask seemed to move with the light of the fires, the flicker of the flames giving his eyes demonic life. It was if he was a machine. His rhythm was methodical and tireless. He held her body at an awkward angle. Her wrists strained against the chains as the masked figure yanked her towards him, pounding his thick cock into her over and over and over again. Helpless to fight him off, Deanna's head fell back and she saw Liko standing at the head of the altar. With glazed eyes, the little man twitched as he watched the two of them coupling, his hips pumping absently in time with the Mintankin deity. Riker leaned down on his forearms, crushing Troi's breasts against his hairy chest, forcing her attention back to him. His mind may have been drugged, but his body still knew all of her hot spots. One meaty paw reached up and grasped a supple breast, squeezing firmly, bringing the rosy nipple to his lips. The edge of his mask scraped over her soft skin as he bit and nipped at the erect bud. Pleasure coursed through her restrained body as an ache began to build at her core. Anguished, Deanna arched her neck looking above her head again. Liko leaned down clearly aroused. He went to touch her, but as he put his hands on her arms, Will's head snapped up and he snarled at the small man. The leader jumped back, fear etched on his face that he may have angered the god. "Please, Imzadi," Deanna whispered, "he is going to kill us. You must wake up." Riker gave no indication he heard. Seeming incensed by the interruption, his rhythm increased, punishing her with harder strokes. He held one of her legs up, amplifying the sound of their wet bodies slapping together. ~Will, you must stop~ she cried mentally, trying to concentrate more on the pain in her back from being pressed into the hard, cold stone rather than the pleasure pulsing at her center. She couldn't come, not here, not in front of all these people! It would mean their death. The drum beat was at a frenzy. Turning her head towards the crowd, she saw that most had stripped completely naked. Some women were on all fours letting any man take them like animals, while other villagers, both men and women, were on their knees orally pleasing whoever who in front of them, including Data and Geordi. Charged air kissed her skin and Deanna was bathed in the sexual energy of the villagers, heightening her arousal to its peak. Above her, Will Riker commanded her body. He tensed and his cock swelled inside of her. Troi threw her head back, desperately trying not to come. Her imzadi cried out above her, jerking his hips, filling her with his seed. NO! she screamed mentally and aloud. Will! She cried as she came, praying he would hear her. As he collapsed forward on top of her body, Riker looked up in time to see Liko swinging down a large saber at their necks. The large commander blocked the base of the sword with one arm and punched the Mintakin with his other hand. Quickly leaping off the altar, a naked Riker kicked at Liko knocking the sword from his hand. Cowering, the little man tried to scurry away as the masked deity came at him and threw him against the rock wall. Liko shrunk to the ground in a heap. Will ripped off his mask and went to Deanna's side. The villagers were stunned unsure what to do. From the crowd, she heard Geordi's voice yell, "Run! Takin is angry! Have mercy!" Like frightened birds they scattered. Data and Geordi made their way to the altar to assist their friends. Data used his android strength to release Counselor Troi from her bonds while Lt. La Forge signaled the Enterprise for four to beam up. Will grabbed the robe he'd worn before and covered Deanna with it just as the transporter beam took them back to the Enterprise. Who Watches the Watchers? Ch. 01 Synopsis: With no memories at all of his past life, Rolf would seemingly be living a life of pampered luxury with 199 other men and women each sharing their love freely with each other, but why does he feel so isolated and remote from them? Soon he meets some new arrivals to his island paradise that seem to share his passion for just 'watching'. But who is watching the watchers? A Sci-Fi/Romantic story of Voyeurism, all other story codes are largely incidental. Recently significantly revised. Sex contents: Much Sex (mostly in Chapter 2) Genre: Romantic Sci-Fi Codes: MF, MFF, Sci-Fi/Post-Apoc, Romance, Group, Voyeur, Bisex/Lesbian, Oral, Anal, Creampie, Preg Originally Posted at SOL: 2007-05-28 Significantly Revised: 2010-01-12 Who Watches the Watchers? Ch. 01 Intertwined with these isolated groups were small roving groups of men and women that disliked the fixed structure of large scale orgies and they floated between large and small intimate groups alike, offering their companionship (and sexual partnership) for the afternoon on a casual basis. There was a fairly complicated sort of sexual etiquette involved with these migratory couples, and I soon found these sort of interactions some of the most fascinating to watch on the island. The evening dinner was mostly the same sort of food as luncheon, but it was also good and there was plenty of it. I soon discovered that I was used eating much less at meals, and after a little observation noted that 'newcomers' tended to be a bit thin and perhaps underfed. Was our normal world also one of near famine? Also at this time a special punch was available that seemed mildly intoxicating and perhaps had other invigorating properties that gave the drinker more than a little libido stimulation. It was heady stuff and after my first small cupful I already had a stiff erection… and an urge to take care of that minor problem with the nearest available oriface. The post dinner sexual activity seemed mixed. Many 'couples' would disappear to their own room or rooms for private encounters, alone or perhaps with a few friends, but most of the other guests engaged in large mass group sex sessions in one of the main lounges off of the dining area or else near the inside water pools. On weekends, there was a large nighttime bonfire near the beach and it was customary for nearly everyone to enjoy themselves there, often in the form of a large oral daisy-chain that surrounded the fire, before more vigorous forms of public intercourse completed the evening's festivities. Uncertain, and still more than a little bewildered, for all of that very first day I did not engage in any of these activities, but I soon discovered that watching the sexual antics of others seemed to give me a great deal of personal pleasure. ************* The next two weeks seemed to race by. I thought I was getting a little more socialized and used to things, but I seemed to still continue to have great trouble initiating personal contact with strangers. If I had met them before and knew a name or two, I was mostly alright, but I still seemed terribly and frightfully shy. I found that it became somewhat easier to imitate sexual contact with a lone woman, many of whom would even often boldly approach me and initiate a request for sex from me. Gradually, as I became less new, these amorous approaches began to decline and once again I was faced with the trouble of approaching 'strange women' for sexual contact. Soon I nearly stopped trying at all. For awhile, at least for a start, I would mostly hang about on the periphery of some of the larger group pods where most of the men and women were relatively unattached. I nearly always had numerous sexual opportunities there, often in large group sex situations during the afternoons where I was just one more cock fucking one more willing, but romantically uninvolved, female. In the evenings, I would do much the same after dinner, and participate in the evening group orgies in either a play room or the spacious bath room. The sex was enough to satisfy my physical needs as a man, but this sort of sexual activity did not seem to satisfy at all my more private inner urges. More and more often I would quickly satisfy my more carnal lusts as quickly as possible so that I could instead spend more time just watching the other love makers at their play. More and more I became aware that just watching was bringing me greater sexual pleasure than just being another sperm contributor for women that already mostly had innumerable loads of cum already buried into their fertile cunts. I had made a few friends but I had not met any particular woman whom I felt attached to or enamored of enough to desire to specifically seed her womb repeatedly until she bore my child. After about a month, I began to vent my frustrations, of which I now had many, with Counselor. I was too reserved to approach most unattached females, and now I was becoming too shy even to participate in most of the group events. I was now only managing to have sex a couple of times each week, but now even these few encounters were not particularly satisfying for me, especially when it seemed that everyone else was having sex at least five times a day. I just seemed happier somehow when I was merely watching others have their fun. I was advised to try and relax a bit more and 'just let things happen' and not too worry too much, that things usually "worked out". I wasn't so sure, but I did trust Counselors advice and tried to relax and just fall into a comfortable daily rhythm. First thing in the early morning I would take a fast and hard run on the beach all the way around the island. This would take about half an hour but my body seemed to want and need this regular exercise and I enjoyed having the beach all to myself. If I was especially troubled I'd then repeat the run all over again. Then I would take another much slower walk around the island, which took about two hours to do if I was in a hurry, but I almost never was. I'd stop often to watch others at play and to enjoy the sights. Most of my fellow guests did not appear to be morning people and I rarely met many other folks out except those also taking exercise. I would then have a late breakfast when the dining hall was mostly empty (my fear of crowds and strangers didn't seem to be improving) and then I would sit out by the central garden ponds and watch others at play there for a few hours. Usually I would skip luncheon or else just eat some fruit as I had a hard time physically eating three full meals in a day and this seemed with my long runs and walks to help keep me in top physical condition. For some mysterious reason, staying in peak shape seemed important to me, as if it were an ingrained habit of a lifetime that my mind could not quite recall, but that my muscles yearned for out of habit just the same. Afternoons were my primary play time, and I had several places that I liked to go to watch others at their own play, especially smaller groups of five to eight people that would enjoy the beach and the sun, and invariably each other. I would watch them from a distance, usually mostly hidden behind a tree and would invariably masturbate to the wildly erotic group sex that I witnessed. Their passions stimulated me, but I never quite felt the urge to join them at play. Sometimes after my voyeuristic needs were fulfilled nd my seed had splattered from my hands impotently onto the ground, I would feel extremely guilty and quite depressed. Here I was in a sexual paradise that every other man would kill to be admitted to, but I continued to feel more satisfaction by watching the enjoyment of others than I would if I was a participant myself. For some reason, due to deeper mental conditioning or not, I just needed to watch. Late afternoons when most people were cuddling or napping before dinner I would climb to the top of the very tall hill that was at the center of our island and I would look around in all directions and then enjoy the sunset. Some smaller islands could be seen in the near distance but I had no way to travel there to see what was on them, nor did I particularly care. But there was one other feature there at the top of that hill that kept drawing my attention. ************** At the summit of the hill there was a small concrete square building with a single door that was surrounded by a tall chain link fence with barbed wire around the top of it. At the top of this building there were a great many antennas and several satellite dishes, including a rather large one. I became obsessed with this building and desired to find out what secrets might be hidden inside of it, but I had no way of climbing the barbed wire top fence - especially not in the nude! Every day for a week I circled it considered and rejected plans as to how to enter it, until one day fortune or rather perhaps Mother Nature, lent me a hand. The island was hit by a fairly brisk tropical storm for two days, where it rained extremely hard and everyone was requested for their safety to remain indoors. After the storm was over, everyone resumed their normal activities, and the very first place I went was to check on the condition of the fence. It had survived intact, but a fairly large tree nearby had fallen over due to the wind and much of its surface roots had been pulled out and a large amount of the surface soil had been washed clear by the rain. This dirt loss had created a small gulley or sunken spot under one section of the fence, and with but a little bit of work to enlarge the hole I thought I could slide and crawl underneath it. This was soon accomplished. Now that I had found a way under the fence and had reached the building, I was now foiled by the lock upon the door. It was a fairly standard mechanical door lock and I thought if I could find a sturdy piece of thin metal or plastic I could probably slip the bolt free. Here on the island I didn't have many resources for this sort of thing, but later that night I found and worked free a small piece of scrap metal from behind one of the dining room food service mechanisms that I thought would serve well. At first light the next morning, I was working away at slipping the bolt between the door and doorplate and with a little effort I was rewarded with success. Inside, this small cement building was virtually empty except for some garden and yard maintenance tools, but there was also a square hatchway set into the floor, which I easily opened to reveal a long ladder going deep down into the hillside. Without hesitation I took this ladder down into the near total darkness and I began to explore, soon coming down to a minimally lighted iron walkway that appeared to run in a circle around a center large pillar that rose from a liquid mass down below me and straight up to support the ceiling and the building above. There was some equipment up here that did not seem to be currently in use and I left it alone. I soon found another ladder that descended to what appeared to be the main work area below. I had to be careful on this ladder as a misstep here would probably land me in the huge liquid tank below. Once I reached the bottom there were more metal catwalk platforms that surrounded the tank. To the sides, the floor was solid stone and much more of the equipment appeared to be in active use. Off in the distance in several directions, some halls and doorways were apparent, but my attention was now drawn to the huge tank of liquid that upon closer glance seemed to have a heavy crust upon its surface. Small metallic spiders were scampering across the entire surface and were harvesting little pieces off of the top of the crust and taking these to an open hopper on the far side where they then dropped the gathered pieces. The spiders bore me no mind as I bent over a small railing and picked up a tiny piece of the crust to examine. It smelled good and vaguely familiar, and I sampled a tiny taste with my tongue and smiled. This apparently was our main primary original food source for the nutrient cubes that we were served at every meal, albeit in a fairly raw state and as of yet unflavored. This established, I began to slowly explore the rest of the connecting halls and doors, which didn't take very long. Nearly all of the equipment seemed to be related to the food vat growth, and I certainly had no intention of interfering with that! A few other doors seemed to be initially promising, but turned out to be either empty or were for maintenance use. Another wide hallway ended at a large and very secure electronic security door that I knew I would never have a prayer of opening with my extremely limited available tools. I was all ready to leave with my curiosity satisfied and without any intention of returning, when I found a small side staircase in a dark corner that I had nearly overlooked. I took it up for about twenty steps and it ended at another locked door with a lock that looked fairly similar to the one upstairs on the hilltop. Of much more interest to me, was the large number of computers and video monitors that I could see inside the room through the small door window that surrounded a small desk and chair inside. This I had to see! This lock was slightly more tightly secured than the outside one upstairs and it was several hours before I found a thin enough but hard and flexible piece of material that would slip in-between the door and its frame to retract the small locking bolt. Once I had a proper jimmy, it took nearly no time to resolve this last barrier and I at once sat down in the chair at this desk and enjoyed all of the wonders that it revealed. I had gained access to what I then called the Video Room. There was a main computer that controlled these surveillance systems but it was voice password activated and no command that I gave it would allow me access to it secrets. That was fine, I soon had all the fun I could handle or ever wish to with the manual controls of the video system. A series of large video monitors revealed numerous sights of the island and its guests. There were plenty of manual controls for determining which video camera was being selected and it appeared that there were hundreds if not thousands of available video views. There was one camera view for every room at the large guest house, and multiple cameras covered the usual 'play areas'. Other cameras appeared to me to be mobile and could be directed by apparent other third parties to fly or hover in different positions, usually to get a better view of some sexual activity. With about two hundred men and women always naked and usually horny around, some sexual act was usually always occurring somewhere, either in public or in a private bedroom. With these cameras and monitors I could now watch it all! And I did, or I certainly tried to, until hunger at least drove me back upstairs and down the hill for a late dinner, but not before I had disabled both of the locks so that I could easily regain access the very next day. Apparently, I was not the only person on this island that just preferred to watch! *************** With the discovery of the Video Room, my daily schedule began to significantly change. Now after my morning exercise, I would come here afterwards to watch the action on the video screens, but I'd still spend most afternoons doing a little live voyeurism near the beaches. I seemed to need both of these similar but different stimuli somehow and this seemed to make my sexual satisfaction almost complete, but something still seemed to me missing. I still couldn't seem to make any permanent connection with any of the unattached ladies I occasionally had a dalliance with. Until late one morning when I noticed that I was not the only voyeuristically inclined guest on the island! ************ I was sitting in my chair in the Video Room randomly changing camera channels late one morning a few weeks later when I noticed something interesting and a little bit different. I had been watching a man and two women that were having a pleasant late morning threesome on a spread blanket near the beach. This was nice enough, but certainly not an uncommon sight, but what was indeed interesting was that there appeared to be a young lady a bit further back away in the trees that was watching them rather intently. After watching her for a few minutes I noticed a numeric notation at the bottom of the video screen that I had learned indicated that another camera was also filming this same scene from another angle. I entered in that number into keypad for the next monitor over and was rewarded by a much closer sight of a pretty long dark haired woman that was masturbating herself furiously while she watched the threesome at their play. When at length this group finished their fun, the woman moved off but she soon stopped to observe another couple having sex and she once again began to masturbate to this sight for quite some time before having another orgasm. After which she then left the area for good, apparently returning to the Guest Quarters. This woman intrigued me, and although I hurried back to the dining hall to hopefully catch here there at lunch, I did not see her there in the dining hall or in any of the other main rooms. I bestirred myself to ask quite a few people if they knew the name of a newcomer lady that had very long dark hair, and at length a couple mentioned that they thought her name was Irene. I then pressed my wrist bracelet messenger button to talk to the island communication center. "Good afternoon Rolf. How may I help you?" The vaguely mechanical sounding feminine voice asked. "Is there currently a female guest on this island with very long dark hair that might be named Irene?" "Yes Rolf. There is a woman on the island with that name that matches your general description. She is a newcomer and has only been with us now for three days. Is this image the woman that you are asking about?" My bracelet display screen now showed a small but high detailed image of her. Yes, she was indeed my hidden voyeur. "Yes. This is indeed the woman that I'm interested in. Can you tell me where I can currently find her?" "Irene's room is #097 in the east wing of this center, but her room is currently flagged as 'Do Not Disturb', but you may leave a voice message for her - do you wish to? If so, just say, record message." "Yes please… record message – Irene, my name is Rolf and I am in room #137, located in the south wing. I saw you earlier this morning and couldn't but help to notice that we have a hobby in common. Perhaps a common interest that we could share together sometime. Please send me a message back at your convenience." Vague and a bit overly formal, but it would do. She did not return my message that day, nor did I hear from her on the next. Neither did I see her at any time in the dining hall or at any of the evening parties for the next few days. ************** I found her again quite by happenstance when I was walking behind the beach checking one of my favorite spying places for some late afternoon voyeuristic enjoyment and I found that she had already discovered this place too! She was hidden behind some bushes heavily engaged in watching a very well choreographed foursome with a pair of attached couples that played here nearly every afternoon. Her eyes were fixed upon the foursome, and she was pinching her nipples with one hand and had her other hand quite busy with her clit and cunt, and I think she was about to come when she noticed me next to her and became startled at my approach. "You were close to coming, please finish. Don't stop because of me, let's see if we can come together!" I told her, and I began to stroke my own cock, which was now very hard. I thought for a moment that she was going to run off, but her need for release was a little too great and she resumed her masturbation and soon furiously came. I spurted out my own cum a few moments later while she watched me not entirely without disinterest. "You're Rolf?" She asked in a tone that suggested that she thought she already knew the answer. "And you're Irene." I replied. "I did suggest that I thought we shared a common interest." "I think you were right, and my Counselor suggested to me yesterday that she thought you would make a most suitable companion for me. I've only been here a few days, and I just haven't felt very comfortable here yet." "I've been here for nearly two months and I still feel very much like an outsider!" I laughed. "It would be very nice if we could share more opportunities like this, much more frequently in the future." Who Watches the Watchers? Ch. 01 "That might be pleasant." She admitted. We talked for awhile but I could tell that her shyness was nearly as overpowering as mine. We walked back to the dining hall to share an early dinner together, but she would not hold my hand and she didn't care to be touched in any way. We did not spend the night together, nor did she accept my offer to 'watch with me' some of the evening orgy action, but instead she went straight to her room. *************** Her messenger was once again set to "Do Not Disturb" and after failing to find her at either breakfast or lunch, I thought I knew where I would find her that afternoon and went straight to the hiding place where we had been yesterday and I waited for her. I didn't have to wait for her long, and with some considerable indecision she came up next to me and we greeted each other without touching. "I'm glad you came." I said to her and gently and slowly reached to touch her hand. She did not withdraw, and allowed me to hold her hand in mine. There didn't seem to be anything happening around here today, so I offered to show her a few of my other favorite places to watch and she accepted. We soon found a much better location that featured a large group scene with quite a few more men than women, each of the women having at least one cock in them at any time and often two or three. Irene soon became very excited and I told her I wanted to watch her masturbate for me and she did, soon having a small orgasm, but her fingers never slowed down and soon she came again and again, until when she was temporarily exhausted she knelt down on the grass for a short rest behind the tall bushes we were hidden behind. "I can't see what they're doing now!" She gently wailed. "Please tell me what is happening, what are they doing now?" I began to describe the action for her and she again started to become once again aroused. I was starting to get very aroused myself, and began to start stroking my cock when I suddenly felt her smaller and more delicate fingers rest on my hand. "Let me do that for you, just keep telling me what's happening!" She whispered and soon she had both of her hands wrapped around my cock and began to masturbate me while I described the action for her. "The slightly pregnant blonde woman on all fours is being fucked hard in her cunt by a tanned dark haired man, but he looks like he'll be coming soon. She has the cock of a sandy haired guy in her mouth and I think he's already cum once but she's still sucking him hard for more. Her friend who doesn't look pregnant yet, but whom probably will be soon, is sitting and riding on one hard cock in her cunt while another cock behind her is being ramming far up her ass. That's her you can hear squealing, except that her mouth is mostly filled by the cunt of her very pregnant girlfriend as she stands over her filling her mouth with the cum that her boyfriends have just pumped into it. It's coming out of her like a river and she's drinking it down like the finest cream. Now it looks like she's done drinking all of that cum and another cock is now going into her mouth to add it's cum there too. The tanned dark haired guy and the sandy hair guy are both cumming now, filling her cunt and ass up full with their sperm and its now running all down her thighs and chin. The very pregnant girl is now kissing her, licking up the cum that plastered on her face and tits, while the dark haired guy is now fucking her ass. He's got a really thick cock and she seems to love it up her ass." Irene's frantic pumping hands were now replaced with her mouth and she grunted for me to cum now for her, but at the last second she removed my cock from her mouth and I instead sprayed her face, chin, neck and tits with my cum load, which she did not bother at all to clean off. In fact she examined her cum covered breasts with a look of pride. It was the biggest load I could ever remember shooting off. There was something definitely in the food or water here that increased semen production significantly. I offered her a gentle kiss but she turned her head away and let me kiss her cheek. I now offered to return the favor and let her describe the action to me now. This excited her and I let her get good and wrapped up in her narrative, which sounded just as hot as what I had seen earlier, and then I moved my head and mouth into her crotch and began to lick her cunt as she stood above me. This caught her a bit by surprise, but she eventually gave in to my persistent efforts and even spread her legs a bit wider to give my tongue better access into her cunt. She came nearly immediately and then again even harder a few minutes later, and finally one so extreme that she fell into my lap on the grass with me, but I wasn't yet done with her. Keeping my head firmly between her thighs as she tried to escape, I licked and sucked her extremely sensitive clit for one more violent orgasm before I released her. She nestled into my arms and whimpered slightly for awhile and neither of us cared to move again until we decided to quit for the night and go have dinner. This time we did walk back together hand in hand. Who Watches the Watchers? Ch. 02 Our relationship much improved over the next week, by the end of which she would consent to share my bed at night, but we had not ever had vaginal intercourse together yet. Once she had avidly watched me fuck the cunt of a woman named Carole who had casually walked up to us and volunteered her willingness to join us for sex that afternoon. Irene insisted that I fuck her repeatedly in every hole until I collapsed from near exhaustion and she gazed approvingly at the cum that now leaked from Carole's cunt and ass with raw undisguised lust. When I was through and in desperate need of a break, I suggested with a smile that now it was my turn to watch her. Irene didn't need a second hint. She snuggled into the arms of her new friend and soon was trying to lick out every drop of my cum from her overfilled cunt and asshole. They eventually settled into a nice comfortable sixty-nine for quite a long time until my cock felt revitalized enough to once again maintain an erection. It was a very interesting sensation to once again fuck Carole's cunt while Irene underneath her alternating licked her clit and my cock shaft and balls. I managed to last quite awhile before I needed to cum, but when I did so I blasted the first two spurts deep into Carole's sopping wet snatch before I pulled out enough to spurt the rest of my load across Irene's dripping wet face below us. Carole was interested enough in us that she remained a casual but regular playmate of ours for several weeks, until she found another couple that she slightly preferred. She liked to 'Do' and didn't share our love of watching others. I noticed about a month later that she was pregnant but I don't know if I was the father. She took pleasure in having a rich and varied sex life and had enjoyed a great many lovers before and after us. Irene and I missed her greatly, but mostly due to the lack of having another partner for us to watch the other one with. ********** In our sex life together for the next month or so, Irene normally preferred to orally satisfy me but she always withdrew at the very last moment so I could decorate her face, neck and tits with my cum. I asked her to swallow my load occasionally, but she gently declined every time. It was clear she preferred to wear my splooge externally. She seemed to especially enjoy being 'displayed' afterwards so that everyone could see her cum-splattered and 'used'. Probably no one ever really noticed; most of the other women were quite often seen looking fairly messy and well-used themselves. The sight of a well-filled cunt dripping cum that was running down a pretty pair of thighs was a very common and quite unremarkable sight. She seemed to be very afraid of vaginal intercourse and had an especial fear of pregnancy. She was sure she was fertile, and probably very fertile considering all of the mother's-to-be that we saw daily on the island. We agreed that there was very definitely 'something in the water' here so to speak. I thought that this was a hurdle that she was probably willing to eventually bypass, but I wanted to let her make that final decision. One afternoon during our usual afternoon bout of joint voyeurism, we were watching an especially hot triple penetration involving one lady and three men, when Irene and I collapsed nearly exhausted onto each other with her on her stomach, and my still quite hard cock pressing against her ass. "Put it in me, fuck my ass!" She suddenly whispered and I did. Irene had enjoyed the sight and memory of watching me fuck Carole's ass on several occasions, but her own fear of penetration had kept her from allowing me to do the same to her. Now, once I was inside of her, she seemed to be lost in heavenly bliss as I laid on top of her back and thrusted hard and deeply into her small tight asshole. In no time at all I came, filling her butt with my cum, but she would not allow me to move or withdraw from her. I stayed hard and impaled inside her ass for a good long while until she began to wiggle her butt up against me to gently start my anal thrusting all over again, and after a much longer buggering I once again filled her ass up with my cum. She admitted that she had enjoyed this experience very much, and our usual good night orgasms in bed together now usually involved her laying on her back with her legs pulled up high up on top of my shoulders so that I could fuck her ass hard and mercilessly ever harder and deeper. When I came she would still hold me inside her until she could feel the very last drop of my cum drip inside of her and then she would pull me even closer to kiss me deeply on the lips. Neither one of us could really admit it, but it was clear now that we were both smitten by each other, and that we were in fact quite in love with each other. *********** I resolved now that I would share my hidden secret with her, and as I had not done any video watching since Irene and I started our relationship, I was well in the mood for a bout of passive voyeurism with her. The next morning I got her up early. She was not naturally a morning person by temperament, but I explained we had a great adventure ahead of us and to eat up heartily at breakfast because it would probably be a very long day. Taking her by the hand, I lead her up the hillside and underneath the fence and into our own secret world where we could watch everyone to our hearts content. She was just as fascinated by everything as I had been my first visit, and when I took her upstairs to the Video Room and sat her down all she could do was gaze with wild-eyed wonder. I soon had taught her everything I knew and in a few more hours she had learned and taught me a few brand new tricks that I had never figured out on my own. For example, she discovered how to request the view of any camera that was closest to any particularly guest by entering - [SET] [NAME] ### [ENTER]. Soon she was making a shopping list of all of the most entertaining guests to watch so if the random action ever became dull we could start locating specific individuals to see what they were up to. She took to video voyeurism like a duck to water, and she deftly used one hand to easily change cameras while her other hand worked her clit to a swollen frenzy. When at length she needed a break and switched out places with me into the control chair, she immediately knelt down and gobbled my cock into her mouth and even when I warned I would soon shoot she kept sucking and for the first time she accepted my cum into her mouth and immediately swallowed it all. I gave her a gentle kiss on the lips and asked her jokingly, "What took you so long?" She replied quite seriously, "I just felt that once I'd tasted your cum and accepted and swallowed it all as 'mine' there would be no going back in my heart. Your cum, and a little piece of you with it, is now joined to me, to be merged with myself and to become forever a part of me. Only taking your sperm into my womb and bearing your child is more intimate than that." With that she again took me back into her mouth and after a long slow gentle sucking that seemed to last for hours, I once again merged another little part of my soul with hers. We were very late for dinner that night and just barely got to the dining hall in time before it shut down at 9 p.m. sharp. The secret was now shared between the two of us and I was sure things would never quite be the same again afterwards. We returned to the Video Room every morning for the next week, Irene began to pay more attention to the computer and tried every password she could think of, she had no greater success than I had. ********** One evening when we were tired and getting ready to leave for the day, her foot slipped when climbing up the ladder going out and she was unable to hold on. She fell about twenty feet directly into the food growing tank and broke through the thick crust and became submerged into the liquid nutrients underneath. Panicked, I dove right in after her and found her right away. The tank wasn't too deep, just barely over six feet in depth, but she was just surprised and not at all hurt. We bobbed in the liquid quite easily but we were quite slippery from the nutrient goo and we found this made very erotic cuddling indeed. I soon had her pressed against the side of the tank and after a few more quality kisses was about to help her get out of the tank, but she now had some other ideas. "Put yourself into me, I want to feel your cock in my fertile cunt now. If we're going to end up missing dinner fucking, we might just as well fuck in our dinner." Her logic, as always, was unassailable. I entered into her cunt easily since having adequate lubrication was now the least of our problems. I had cum at least five times earlier today (yes, I do think there was something in the water), but after about fifteen minutes or so of delightful thrusting into her delightful and wonderful cunt I whispered that I was getting close. "Are you ready to be a Mommie, and watch your lovely trim belly swell fat up with my child?" She just wrapped her legs around my waist tighter. "Cum in her now, and fill my belly up with your child". I was ever so happy to oblige her. We remained intertwined for a good long time as Irene seemed reluctant to allow my cock to escape from her cunt until every possible moment had been given for my sperm to reach their own happy destination. It was going to be extremely hard to climb the ladder out as wet and slippery as we were, but I found a water hose in one of the maintenance rooms and with a lot of effort we cleaned ourselves up enough to try once again to leave. This time (and every time thereafter) she was much more careful about her footing on the ladder going up and down. *********** A final boundary had indeed been past now and vaginal intercourse had now become her preferred method of lovemaking. The first thing every morning and the last thing every night in bed together now began and ended with vaginal intercourse. Each time as I would cum inside of she would hold me tight and whisper, "Give me your baby!" She didn't have long to wait. About three weeks later after her weekly chat with her Counselor (hers was female while mine was male), she was told that she was in fact pregnant, possibly even with twins although that fact was not quite yet certain. Her weekly Counselor sessions now also included regular blood and urine tests and other medical diagnostics. This was happy news for us indeed! **************** The next few months passed like minutes as we divided our attention between long walks with each other and our various voyeuristic activities. It would be trite to say that our lives were now perfect and that nothing was missing from our happy relationship, but that wouldn't be quite true – something was missing. We both felt it, but neither of us could put a finger or a name on the problem... until Marie and Doug came into our life. We had first discovered them from the secrecy of our hidden Video Room and Irene had flagged Marie as being a devote voyeur, like us, and we made it a priority to keep our eyes on her, and whatever she was watching. She was quite new to the island, having been here with us only about two weeks or so, and she had something of a main boyfriend by the name of Douglas, but their relationship mostly seem to involve her watching her boyfriend fuck other women. They would have vaginal intercourse together in their rooms, in private, but once outside in public Marie became a full-blown watcher, rather than do-er. Already Doug was a fairly popular sex partner as he was quite tall, dark and handsome and had a good sized cock. Conversely, he knew that he was handsome and had more than a bit of ego about this and he tended to be rather quick to shoot off both his mouth and his cock. In the sack, he didn't have much stamina and his technique was very much 'in-out, repeat if necessary'. Still, neither of these offenses limited his ability to charm himself into any available vagina... while his erstwhile girlfriend watched from the bushes and fingered herself nearly endlessly watching, just like us. Since Marie seemed to be a kindred spirit to us, we decided that perhaps an introduction might be in order so that perhaps we could all watch together sometime, and thus a plan was hatched. We decided that we would spent our afternoons near her one of her favorite watching places that was also near a fairly large group of lovers that usually welcomed Doug's participation. But from this hiding place, Marie would also be able to watch Irene and myself. This time the watchers would be the ones being watched... and we discovered that this thrilled us! "She's stopped watching her boyfriend and she's now watching us!" Irene cooed as she paused while sucking my cock later than afternoon on the beach. "Well let's give her something to watch and remember then!" I suggested as I grabbed her breasts to lift her up onto me, to afix her cunt on top of my erect cock. Irene soon was mounted and fully impaled and riding me like a racehorse. Soon she was screaming in pleasure and grinding her clit into my crotch with every up and down thrust. It was quite obvious to me that she liked and wanted to be watched, to show herself and her lover off to her hidden audience and to put on the loudest and hottest show she could imagine. "Oooo, she's fingering herself hard watching us!" Irene grunted between small orgasms. "The little minx has got at least three fingers stuffed up her dripping wet cunt and is trying to matching my rhythm, but she can't quite keep up. She's got her eyes closed now and she's probably fantasizing that she's me and that it's your cock driving deep into her sopping snatch, filling her full of your cum!" "You're the nasty horny little minx... and now I'm going to fill your knocked up womb full with some more extra sperm. Make sure and show it all off so that she can see it all running out of your cunt!" I then blew a tremendous load inside of her, perhaps my single fullest ejaculation ever to date. It seemed that I liked being watched as well. Irene arched her hips to slowly side off of my cock and like a jug uncorked my copious semen load began to run out of her like a flowing river. With one swift easy motion, Irene adjusted herself to now impale her asshole upon my still rampant member and she lowered herself down to fill her ass completely with me. She then rode me again for at least as hour, her ass filled with my rock hard member with her legs spread just as wide as they would go to give Marie an unobstructed view of her dripping cunt and deeply impaled ass, while she wailed like a banshee with utter pleasure. Despite Irene's considerable loud exclamations of orgasmic delight, a few times we could also hear Marie's own self induced cries of happiness as she fingered herself to release again and again. "Fill my ass up now! Cum in me!" Irene grunted. "Our audience just collapsed for a rest behind the bushes and I want to talk to her before she gets away!" I wasn't quite ready to cum yet, or so I thought, until her sphincter tightened like a vise around my shaft and she literally milked another load out of me. Now, with both a dripping ass and cunt full of cum, my well fucked lover shuffled over to pounce on our unsuspecting spy. I don't know exactly what Irene said, but a few moments later she returned with an obviously shy Marie, hand in hand. She directed her new friend to sit on our large beach blanket just a few feet apart from us. With a smile, Irene now took my cum covered partially limp cock into her mouth and proceeded to give me the longest and slowest blowjob that I could ever remember having! "Doesn't he have a nice thick cock?" Irene muttered to her audience. "He fills my cunt and ass so very nicely and he put a wonderful baby into me a few months ago. His cum is so delicious... it even tastes marvelous coming straight out of my ass, maybe even better!" She then positioned herself so that she could give Marie a slightly better view of her still dripping cunt and ass while she still licked and sucked me. Marie had a rather nice cunt and ass herself. She was a little more petite than Irene was and her breasts were a little smaller and less full, but they didn't sag in the slightest and she had excellent perky nipples. Her hair was a long medium brown, nearly as long as Irene's darker colored mane. Her clit was quite large and it prominently protruded out of her rather tightly closed cunt lips that quite otherwise hid the majority of her vaginal region, another lovely contrast with Irene, who had quite smaller lips that covered almost none of her vagina or her smaller round pearl-sized clit. Marie was now keeping her large inflamed clit quite busy as she stroked herself while watching us. Slowly, ever so slowly she crept up a little closer to us to enjoy the view from yet an even closer vantage point until her head was within a foot or so of Irene's sucking mouth and tongue, as she watched us with even greater fascination. Irene took the next bold step by caressing Marie's soft thigh. She startled with alarm at first but nearly at once then accepted this loving touch. Irene's hand then began to roam a little, caressing all over her thigh and then Marie's round ass until finally her fingers joined her friends at her crotch. There was a slight awkward moment but then Marie's thighs began to slowly spread further apart to offer her new lover an easier access to her cunt and clit, as Irene began to caress her clit and gently probe inside of her friend's vagina. The tension increased and after a few moments Irene lifted her mouth off of my tingling cockhead just long enough to bend over enough to softly kill Marie on the mouth. After only a moment's hesitation, their mouths intertwined and they kissed deeply and increasingly passionately. After a minute or two, Irene's mouth returned to my cock, but she still refused to let me cum just yet. Marie was now as close to us as she could possibly get without actually touching up. In fact I could now feel her ragged aroused breath panting on my cock just inches away as she watched my lover suckle me. Just when I thought I was getting close to cumming again, Irene stopped to tease me some more and give her new girlfriend another deeply probing and affectionate kiss while her fingers still churned inside busily inside of Marie's cunt. As their lips parted, Irene caressed the hair and head of her new lover and with but the slightest gentle assistance she now lowered Marie's head and mouth over my cock. She was tentative at first, but as Irene's and Marie's tongues met and joined together with my cockhead in between them, their mutual passion released all of her remaining inhibitions. They swapped tongues and bathed my shaft all over and when their tongues met they'd stop for a moment to intertwine them together or fall into a kiss, but they would soon return together to lick and suckle my cock. When Irene could sense that I couldn't hold back any more, she caressed Marie's head and guided her mouth over my cock and then she began to lick my balls until I unloaded my semen into my new lover's waiting and eager mouth. Marie just held her mouth in place and swallowed all of my semen without any hint of any dislike for its taste. Even after my final spurts were done her tongue gently caressed my now spent cock while my other lover gently caressed Marie's hair and gently kissed her cheeks and head. When Marie finally did let my cock free from her mouth the two women then fell into a long passionate embrace together. Watching my two lovers make tender but passionate lesbian love for the first time was a milestone moment in my life. In an instant I had now realized what had been missing from our lives. Irene and I loved each now very much, but still we missed the presence of our old lover Carole from our lives. We wanted, even needed, to be able to watch each other in the loving arms of another. Who Watches the Watchers? Ch. 02 Irene had known the occasional sexual embrace of another man since her pregnancy and this allowed me the pleasure of watching a strange cock fill and give my lover pleasure. We had to admit that having an additional partner for sexual pleasure was enjoyable, but since I did not care much for sex with other men, this did not allow Irene her own opportunity to watch me. Having an additional female lover, on the other hand, quite corrected this problem. Now with Marie joining us, something just seemed to click into place. When the ladies temporarily took a rest from their embraces, Irene smiled at me and took my hand and led me over to her girlfriend and for the first time Marie and I kissed. Irene then gave both of her lovers another pair of kisses and then then gently spread Marie's legs for me and even held my cock in place to enter into Marie's warm and very tight cunt for our first fuck together. Again, it was as if something that had been lost and missing from our lives now fell once more fixed into its proper place. Irene masturbated herself with an obvious look of utter pleasure while she watched her lovers fuck, and without the slightest hint of jealousy that the father of her child might even now be impregnating another woman, a possible rival for her love. Instead she showed nothing but delight at our pleasure as she watched us with obvious happiness. Occasionally she would kiss each of us, or lick Marie's rock hard nipples while I thrusted into her, and when I finally came into my new lover's cunt for the first time, Irene once again licked and caressed my balls so that the greatest amount of semen would enter into her romantic rival's fertile cunt. We all cuddled together in a heap, caressing and kissing each other, but eventually the thought of the full tasty semen load still inside of Marie's cunt drove Irene down to sample and lick out nearly all of this creamy load. One thing lead to another after that and were all passionately involved with each other without another thought in the world until Marie's boyfriend Doug came to join us, shortly before sunset and dinner. ********** It wasn't that I disliked Doug; I didn't. We just didn't seem to hit it off immediately (or even later) as friends. He like to talk a lot, and mostly about himself, and both Irene and myself were more quiet and pensive sorts of folks who didn't indulge much in idle conversation just to hear the sound of our own voices. Marie, if possible, was even more quiet and introverted and sometimes never opened her mouth more than a dozen times in an entire day. The three of us were more than content to enjoy life and the presence of each other. Doug on the other hand was always pressuring us to 'do' things, such as to engage in the many afternoon athletic sport events or even join some of the large group sex pods of fornicating people. We indulged him once or twice, for Marie's sake, and one time at the women's firm and specific request they watched their two men have clumsy and not especially affectionate sex with each other. Doug might have enjoyed it, but I didn't especially and Irene never asked me to oblige her again... but she admitted that she had greatly enjoyed watching us. I kissed her mouth and her growing belly and told her that I loved her... but never again... at least not with Doug! On the other hand, Irene and Marie bonded together as sexual lovers and often amused us guys with their passion for lovemaking... and it was making love, not just sex. Very soon the two of them became all but inseparable from each other. This began to complicate our foursome sexual life. Sometimes Irene and Marie wanted a private night to sleep together, which was fine with me (I'd watch their tender loveplay from the Video Room) but Doug was less happy and he would sometimes throw a jealous fit and then stomp off to one of the nightly group orgies, which we as a foursome rarely attended. Other nights, Doug might want to fuck Irene all alone, which didn't please anyone else at all either. Irene didn't mind fucking Doug... but she always wanted an audience, with either Marie and/or me watching her. Likewise, for the notion of Marie and I sharing some private fucking time together. We were beginning to love each other as well and greatly enjoyed sex with each other... but we too preferred for Irene to be there with us either just watching us or gently participating. To keep the peace with Doug, we grudgingly agreed to have three 'couples nights' a week; one night for the women alone, and then a night each alone with our two women. It was one of the hardest and worst moments for me on the island watching one of my lovers leaving for the night in the hand of a man that each of us was beginning to resent more and more. On the bright side, I'm pretty sure it was on one of these private nights that I finally managed to impregnate Marie, to her considerable joy. Even Irene absolutely couldn't have been more genuinely happy for her lover. Doug just kicked at the sand on the beach and scowled at the joyous news. That night, one of our scheduled couples only nights, Doug dragged off an obviously unhappy and nearly unwilling Irene for their private night alone together. From the look on Marie's face, I could see that our thoughts were quite the same and that this would be the last time Doug shared our love. He was now quite unworthy of it. After a brief whispered message into Irene's ear, the not-so happy couple went off for their private fucking, and I grabbed Marie's hand and together we raced off to the Video Room so that together we could watch this one last final show. This was Marie's first time here in our secret underground voyeur cave, watching all of the sex and lovemaking on the island. She was immediately delighted by this discovery and we wasted no time setting the largest display so that we could watch Doug and Irene fuck. I had whispered to Irene that we would be watching her tonight and she didn't waste any time on putting on a show. In fact, for the next five hours she just about fucked him to death! Since she knew that her lovers were watching her, Irene put on the best drama act of her life and let Doug fuck her ass, mouth and cunt without a pause for rest. Like most of the men on the island, we all seemed to have near miraculous stamina and sexual recovery, but Doug frankly didn't enjoy a full does of all of those medical benefits. Once he blew a load his cock (quite average sized) tended to soften fast and it took heroic measures for Irene to get him to cum a total of four times that night. Undoubtedly this achievement was a record for him. Once his member was limp and flaccid for good, Irene laughingly began to berate him, belittling his now tiny cock. This was perhaps a mistake. He threw her off of his bed and actually struck her a couple of times before she fled from his bedroom and went into her own for awhile before she also eventually came down to the Video Room to join her true lovers. Marie and I comforted her and each of us licked out the cum from her ass and cunt, and kissed her with semen covered lips and we all watched and fucked each other for the remainder of the night. We were now a committed threesome and together intertwined on the carpet of the Video Room we declared our eternal love for each other. Doug could go fuck himself! Doug in fact disappeared from the island that very night and since we weren't watching his room at the time we have no idea of what actually happened. My Counselor tersely stated that he had left the island and would not be returning. Nothing more. Frankly, we couldn't have cared either way. The three of us were now all together... and together to stay. *********** When Irene became a bit over five months pregnant she decided much to her chagrin, that ladders were not a good idea for a very pregnant woman, and she paid her last visit to our secret hideaway. Marie still went down there with me on occasion for the next month or so, but since she was now very pregnant as well she soon decided with great reluctance that she should perhaps stay up on the island with her lover. They both encouraged me to regularly visit the Video Room to keep with the secret island cummings and goings... especially the cummings. They started spending Sunday afternoons with a group of card game playing and very equally pregnant group of ladies. This was a good time for me to visit our secret nest alone and then report back to my ladies later with all of the details as to who was banging whom. It really wasn't nearly as much fun without them, but I did get the required juicy details that whetted their insatiable sexual appetites later those evenings when the three of us were alone together. My solo adventures were soon going to end however, and after a few months I was notified by my Counselor that our time on the island would soon be at an end. "I can't leave my two lovers!" I indignantly told my bemused Counselor. "I need them and they need me and we all need each other. I want to see the birth of my children and hold them both in my hands and kiss my wives and tell them of my love for them!" "Certainly you shall. Of course! In case I didn't make myself quite plain, when Irene reaches her eighth month of pregnancy, you will all be leaving this island but the three of you will be going together to another nearby island that is completely with proper medical equipment for their births, and there together you will stay until it is safe for the children to travel with you back to the real world, and your new home together. Don't worry – all of the arrangements have been made!" And apparently they were. The exact day of departure was not specified, but we got the impression that it would be quite soon, possibly a matter of days and no longer than a few weeks. Every moment we spent together became increasing precious to us. That next Sunday my ladies once again sent me off alone while they and 'the gals in the maternity ward' spent their day together... mostly licking and twiddling each others clits and suckling engorged tits along with a token amount of card playing. ********* Alone for probably the last time in my secret watching den with all of the cameras and monitors, I wasn't particularly interested in much anything that I had seen so far. Lost in private thoughts of my women and our soon departure, for once I really wasn't in any mood to enjoy watching other people's pleasure. I would have much rather have been sitting next to my beloveds, lounging near the pool watching the sun gently bake their deliciously enlarged breasts and well-rounded tummies. At length I gave up any further voyeuristic thoughts for the day and I angrily banged on the computer keyboard of the main system that I had never been able to access in a semi-angry fit of frustration. "Password please." The feminine mechanical voice asked, as it always did, and in annoyance I grumbled back, "Go fuck yourself, it's just me... the Watcher." "Hello Rolf, your password of 'Watcher' is correct, please stand by... you now have 17 unanswered messages. Do you wish to see them now?" Seventeen messages? For me? Yes! I very much did wish to see them, at once! Most were from the same two sets of people. The man's face was a familiar one and it seemed I should recognize him and know that voice. Sometimes there was a familiar woman with him who seemed to be his wife. The other sets of messages were from a young married couple that seemed totally unfamiliar to me but they informed me that they were apparently very close friends of Irene. I watched all of the messages twice, but nothing in those messages seemed particularly important or significant. Nearly every one mentioned that they had been 'watching us on TV' and they all wished us well. One of the last messages from my male friend mentioned something about him being in danger of 'losing a bet' because I had not yet found any of his prior messages. Interesting. Eager to report my discoveries to my gals, I was about to leave the Video Room for the evening and perhaps even forever when the computer chimed that I had a new live message pending, did I wish to accept it? Sure, why not. "Rolf! This is your friend and partner, Dave, but in the employment sense only! You had me scared but you did it like I knew you would! You 'cracked the code' and at the last bloody minute and got my messages! I was sure that you, the greatest police surveillance officer and nosy snoop that there was would find a computer somewhere and tap into it. You're such a shameless voyeur! I just knew you'd almost ruin the priceless opportunity you had there just to get your rocks off wanking in your hand while watching hundreds of other people fuck! It's just like you!" "Dave... you've got to remember that my memory is still gone and I don't know or remember you in the slightest. Use small words talking to me and explain just how in the hell did I get here and why?" "Rolf, old friend... the world out here is one fucked up place. At least nineteen out of twenty men have stunted and immobile sperm, and a big nasty chunk of the rest have other genetic defects that preclude them from bearing healthy children out here in the wild. That's everywhere old friend, every city and every country with nothing and almost no one spared. Those genetic virus wars of the last decade sure were a bitch! So the remaining government scientists all banded together and they began to screen out the wheat from the chaff so to speak. You were wheat... pretty damn good wheat actually, and me, and nearly everyone else you know is sterile chaff. You agreed to come to the island for the breeding project, not that you really had much of a chance of saying no. Your island, and about another dozen just like, are the last hope that mankind has. We're all fucked out here... unless you can fuck enough fertile women to start rebuilding the human race. Lucky bastard! And then you nearly had to screw it all up by playing your voyeur games!" "So, it was really that important that I fuck as many women as possible... even if I didn't love or care about them?" "What does love have to do with it? Darn nearly every remaining fertile man and woman on the planet has either been already sent to the islands, is now on the islands now, or shortly will be. It's your duty to see that every single woman waddles off of that island with a healthy child in her belly, and keep fucking her until you're a thousand percent sure she's pregnant. Nice job by the way on your two wives! Everyone here at the station is madly jealous of you but thinks you picked two great and wonderful gals to spend your life with!" "So you are all watching us on TV back at home? Watching all of the cameras like I was?" "Exactly! In fact, you found the control room that handled the upload of all of the raw footage from the island. The TV exec's here boil it all down to a semi-almost live twenty-four program that shows the best and hottest fucking. We all got to watch you and your gals at work a few times and I recorded some of the nicer nastier bits for you to enjoy after you get home. It's nothing but porn on nearly every TV channel these days... fuck and breed like bunnies is the political and religious slogan of the day. Marriage and any other romantic notions of just one man to one woman has gone straight out the door and is deader than most of the human race. Anything to push out even a single marginally healthy birth from us cripples that are left here at home. Everyone fucks openly right here at work and even sometimes right in the street and people just applaud! Any old fashioned prudes who complain are marched right off to reeducation camps, or worse. In warm weather a lot of folks go nude these days, all ready for action. Still, just the same, we all wish we were there with you on the island!" "Unbelievable!" I sadly muttered. "Unfortunately not. But on the bright side, our boss heard a rumor that we will be losing you from the department. It seems you and your gals might be going to a new island colony along with some other fertile folks to fuck yourselves silly yet some more and to start rebuilding our society. They might be accepting a few totally sterile mules and marginal medical cases, like me and Debbie, so we will be putting in our applications to join the support stuff there at whatever place they send y'all to, so please put in a kind word for us!" I promised that I would. ************** Like my friend had said, the world was apparently one big gigantic fucked up place. With this new information in hand I went to go visit Counselor and after a long two hour chat he confirmed everything my friend had said, and even supplied a few more unhappy details. About ten years ago a virus war broke out between China and Pak-India. Lots of people died, everywhere, and a few of the little black laboratory specials were still on the loose wrecking havoc around the world. One of the worst ones affected global fertility, most men now had totally immobile sperm and only about one out of ten women could produce fertile eggs. The math was not pretty. Where ten years ago the world population was about 11 billion, today it was about 2 billion, and still falling... fast. Folks died of all the usual causes and old age at least a hundred times faster than new children were being born. The most optimistic estimate was that world population would bottom out at close to 800,000 people before it would stabilize, with a healthy genetic variance. But other computer projections were much more pessimistic and projected the bottom human population at closer to 400,000, and some other scientists feared that humatity would level out at about one hundred thousand people or even less. In other words, near total extinction. Society was in a mess, but sex now was certainly no longer taboo in any way whatsoever. Both men and women in fact were encouraged to have sex with as many partners as possible to increase the odds of conception and genetic variance. Adult movies were now shown on most major networks around the clock now, and televised 'sex reality shows' were the highest rated programs on any network. This island, and about another dozen ones like it, were used by the government and the media (pretty much one and the same nowadays) to encourage those that could have children, to bear as many as possible, and for the rest of the mostly barren populace this demonstrated a tiny little beacon of hope, that at least some of humanity would survive. Irene, Marie and I were indeed some of the very lucky few, that we all had been selected for the island and the 'show'. Other new controversial government programs were in the works to identify and track all fertile partners and to relocated them into small new and remote 'Fertile Zones' giving the world about twenty pockets of positive population growth where civilization could hopefully continue, hopefully mostly unchanged. There was a lot statistical correlation between happiness, fertility and the birth of a healthy child. Everyone wanted all of those things, and as the world we came from was not a happy one it seemed to work better for everyone for their memories to be blocked so these lucky few could enjoy their 'vacation' as lucky childlike innocents who would then try to fuck themselves nearly to death, and bred the future hope for human survival in record numbers. I was indeed apparently a former Government law enforcement officer whose specialty was 'surveillance'. It seemed I always did 'like to watch'. My sense of curiosity was also so strong that nearly everyone who knew me figured that if I discovered the hilltop entrance to the underground parts of the island, I would sooner or later find a way inside to a computer system. Amused, the guardians of our secret little island set me up a computer user account using my old user ID of "Watcher" to see if I'd indeed find it, and I eventually finally I had. Who Watches the Watchers? Ch. 02 He knew a little about Irene; she worked as a broadcast engineer for the network that aired this particular island reality show and she was delighted to be tested as fertile. She had been living in a casual but not particularly deep relationship with another couple for a long time and she was already then very bisexual. After I appeared on the island, and my 'tastes' became established, some brilliant person higher up at the network suggested that their very own Irene was an even bigger voyeur than I was and a perfect match for me, and thus television history was made. We had been setup right from the very start to be a happy, but very voyeuristic couple and it was really no accident at all that eventually we would meet and fall in love. Counselor had much less information on Marie. She had come from a troubled family and had lived quite alone until her selection for the breeding program and she had interacted very little with others. Computer psychological evaluations suggested that she would be a perfect fit for us and it took very little manipulation or nudging to get our other lonely, lovely and otherwise totally shameless watcher into our hearts. As Marie had no preexisting home connections, she would fit happily and quite contentedly into our future family at our new colony. There was some other good news; post birth, the women and I were scheduled to relocate to one of the new 'fertile zone' towns on the now otherwise evacuated island of Hawaii. We and our children would be safe there due to strict immigration and quarantine standards. We would be safe there from the remaining virulent viruses until immunization vaccinations could be developed. I would still work for the government and work security there, probably with a significant promotion from my old previous duties and Irene's transfer to the local television station there had been already approved. Marie had no one that she ever needed to tell goodbye and her meager possessions had already been sterilized and packed for the voyage and they, like ours, would face further levels of sterilization before they could be unloaded at our new home. Dave had been my partner at work for about seven years now and we were apparently quite the very best of friends. He was not fertile, but his wife was luckily minimally so and it was medically determined that she could eventually conceive, with lots of intercourse and perhaps with a minimal bit of medical assistance. With our endorsement, they would be approved to come and join and join our family in Hawaii 'soon'. In one of Dave's later messages shortly after Irene had given birth to our twins, both daughters, he and his wife Debbie hinted very unsubtlely that since I done such an excellent job on Irene and Marie, that his wife 'could use a little help too', wink-wink, nudge, nudge. Like he said, it was obvious now that all of the old sexual moirés were pretty much gone away for good now, but I wasn't sure how Irene and Marie would like the idea of another couple becoming intimate with us. I need not have been concerned, as both my lovers expressed joy at the idea of meeting and playfully romping with my oldest friends. "Of course you can fuck her and hopefully give her a baby, but we both get to watch while you do it!"