0 comments/ 49820 views/ 4 favorites Accidental Voyeur By: susie_20 Last weekend I had the most incredible experience without participating myself. Saturday morning I woke up at six and went out for my normal run, pausing at the lake and watching the sunrise, what a beautiful day! As I came back through home stretch I cooled off, thinking about a nice how shower. I quickly ducked inside, and washed, threw on bra and panties and a robe. Ah, coffee and the newspaper, just the way to round off my morning before I got started! I glanced up when movement caught my eye and saw the neighbors in their backyard. My deck is elevated, but I was hidden from view by the siding, and I had a great view of their backyard. I really didn't know these neighbors, they had only moved in a few weeks before and we had never really been introduced. Laura and John are an attractive couple, John left the army a few years before and had stayed in great shape. He is packed from head to toe with muscle, his shorts and tank top left nothing to the imagination. It looked like they had already showered and were packing up to head to the beach. John's tanned body looked stunning, good definition and nice bulging muscles. And then there was this very nice bulge in his shorts! Oh my. Laura is a nice looking brunette, hair just off her shoulder, straight with just the hint of a curl. Laura was wearing a bikini top and cutoffs. I noticed that she filled her fashionable top just perfectly, no excess material and not too tight. I would judge her at a C cup, her trim waist gave her an hourglass figure, and her flat stomach displays her toned body perfectly. And her legs, they were absolutely perfect; I've never seen legs with that amount of muscularity and still looking so feminine! I glanced down at the paper again, my distraction almost forgotten. John and Laura continued to load their car, they were giggling and acting like children. I glanced up again and saw John lift Laura off the ground, letting her settle down by sliding down his chest until I saw her breasts flattened against his tight stomach. They kissed passionately; I thought that this was a couple in love, how nice. Laura became twisting her hips seductively, grinding against John's hips and I realized she was either trying to seduce him or tease him, but seeing as they were getting ready to leave I didn't think anything would happen. How wrong I was! When John's hands came up and gently massaged Laura's breasts I realized I was going to be watching a couple make love, so I slid down in my chair a little bit, continued to sip my coffee and watched. I was growing just a little wet now; I had never watched a couple make love with me just sitting back, myself unobserved. Laura lifted her hands and caressed John's large pecs, I watched her gently caress his nipples and tweak each one, then she surprised me by sucking on each one until they were like little pebbles. I saw one of her hands sneak down between them and she began groping him, she was obviously in need. When John pulled back to let her bikini top fall down (I hadn't seen him untie it) I was almost shocked to see an impressive bulge tenting the front of his shorts. Laura's breasts became exposed, she didn't sag at all, surprising for her size! She had light brown nipples; her tan lines showed off her fair skin and made her look even more impressive! She ran a hand up her abdomen and her sides, and then cupped each breast, presenting them to her husband. When John reached in to suck on her nipples, she playfully pulled away and began sucking her own nipples, and then offered them, once again, to John. John grabbed her hips and forcefully pulled her into him and his mouth sucked one, then the other, nipple into his mouth. After just a few minutes of this Laura pulled away and pulled off her cutoffs, and her panties, exposing another well-tanned feature, her bikini tan prominently displayed, and she was completely shaved! She looked so hot that I began to gently finger myself outside my panties, knowing full well that I would have to change when this was done. Laura pulled John's shorts down and his nice-sized cock sprang out, incredibly thick, thickly veined, and as dark as I've ever seen on a white guy. Laura gave it a few playful tugs, leaned over, and proceeded to suck as much of that thick took into her mouth as she could fit, but it was really too wide for her. Her mouth looked wider than mine, and I wondered just how much that fat cock would stretch me! After only a few minutes of this oral stimulation John stopped pulled Laura and (I couldn't really hear them) they talked for a few second and walked in their open sliding door. They got as far as the carpeted area before Laura fell to her knees, got John's cock to her mouth again and sucked voraciously! I still had an incredible view and watched as closely as possible without exposing myself. He turned out to have one of the fattest cocks I have ever seen, her saliva made it look so incredibly tasty. John stopped Laura and he began to go down on her, but she stopped him, pulling him up so that his cock would slip inside of her. I couldn't clearly see but she must have been soaking wet! As his cock began to split her open I heard her clearly for the first time, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh uhhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhh" and so on. John finally bottomed out and began fucking her vigorously. It wasn't making love; it was more animalistic, more like rutting. I watched the veins on her neck and face and I knew that she was coming from deep inside. When John lifted her hips up in the air I watched her blow off and really have a world-class orgasm. Unfortunately John didn't last too long and he cam strongly, his spasms lasted perhaps 30 seconds to a full minute, every spasm made his hips jerk forward, impaling her on his cock, but more accurately he was planting his seed deep into her core. He caressed her gently when he got his sanity back and gently pulled out. Long streams of come ran out and down her thighs and he gently retrieved a dishcloth and wiped them both off. Laura lay there and looked like she was composing herself, her hips occasionally rocking back and forth, seemingly experiencing after-tremors of her orgasms. John and Laura eventually got up, cleaned up and finished packing their car and started to get in. I thought they were still ignorant to my presence, but as John got in the driver's seat he glanced up and waved at me. I may never know if I had been sighted during their animalistic coupling, but I do know I had been a truly accidental voyeur. Accidental Voyeur I always thought that I would be the type to turn and walk out of the room if I caught someone in the act. I have always been respectful of people's privacy and have moral issues with invading such an intimate moment. Of course, I wasn't really the type to accidentally barge in on someone either. I never understood why someone would open a door when it was usually obvious what was going on behind it. For that matter, what of the men who came home to find their woman having sex with another man? Why would you go up to the room if you can hear her moaning in ecstasy? Why would you want to see it in the flesh? Why stand there and watch? The last question echoed in my mind as I stood immobile, taking in the scene before me. I had come by the gym after hours to pick up my forgotten bag. Being partial owner, I let myself in and had just turned to walk back out when I heard noises coming from the back room where the fighting cage was. It was the standard sound of grunting and body movement on the mats. Was someone still in there practicing? Who? And why didn't they have the lights on? It was evening and the light was growing dim, but there was still enough coming in from the windows to see by as I made my way toward the back entrance. I had just come through the door when I first heard the woman. What had been a faint panting erupted into a loud moan at just that moment and I quite suddenly realized many things all at once. No one was back here practicing. Someone was back here fucking. Not making love, not even just having sex, but outright fucking- hardcore porno style. They were inside the cage, but the door was open and I had a clear shot of everything. Not only that, but I recognized these people. The man was one of my best friends. The woman... the woman was not his wife... In fact, it was my other best friend's fiance! What the FUCK did they think they were doing??? Too many thoughts tried to force their way to forefront of my mind all at once and none of them made it, instead forming some kind of mental block where I could do nothing but stand and stare dumbly at the gratuitous sex scene in front of me. Her legs were flung wide apart, bent at the knees, and he held her hips in his hands, about a foot off the ground, pulling her into him as he thrust hard into her. Her eyes were closed and her head flung back, her hair spilling haphazardly around her. She writhed and arched her back, moaning loudly, her tits bouncing in vulgar circles. I could see his face from the side. His eyes were not closed, but they were glazed over and focused intently on the pussy he was pounding away at. I had seen a similar look on his face before, when he was fighting. But the undertones of lust there now gave him a debaucherous glow that I'd never known him to have. I was only somewhat aware of the raging hard on I had as my eyes crawled over the pair of bodies. They lingered on my friend, appreciating his muscular arms and the curve of his ass. I blinked my eyes. Why had I just thought that? Why was I still standing here? Why was my cock so fucking HARD? My thoughts were finally starting to scream loud enough to cut through the fog in my head when, suddenly, she opened her eyes and looked right at me. I met her gaze, frozen, willing my mouth to open and say something, to denounce them both, anything to make them stop. But my lips didn't respond. And she did not stop. She just continued looking at me, her body rocking back and forth, her eyes hazy with lust. My cock felt as if it would burst. Then he turned around to change positions and everything stopped suddenly as he saw me standing there. I felt a flush creep over my face, half from embarrassment and half from anger. I was still such a mix of reactions that nothing would come out, though. I wanted to rage at them, shouting at them both for their sins, for risking their relationships for what was obviously just sex. Really, really hot sex, granted, but all the same... I wanted to turn and leave. I still could not figure out why I had just stood there in the first place. Or why my body wasn't responding even now as I tried to pull myself from the scene. And I wanted to cum. Oh, god, did I want to cum. My cock had never been so hard. Now my hand moved of its own accord. I knew where it was going even as it began and was powerless to stop it. I reached down and rubbed my aching cock through my pants. Oooooh, god, that felt good. My eyes glazed slightly. Her eyes flicked down to my hand as I squeezed gently on the bulge in my pants, then darted back to my face. A hint of a smile flashed across her lips as she got up and slowly but smoothly started moving toward me. My first instinct was to back away from her, but again, I marveled at the lack of control over my own body as I stood rooted silently in place. Warning bells were going off like firehouse alarms in my head. She kept eye contact with me until she came to a stop about a foot away. She glanced downward, then back at my face, and promptly dropped to her knees. My mind was screaming at me now. This was my last chance to put a stop to this. I knew it was. This was the threshold. The line. That moment of decision they always talk about. Competing agendas and desires fired around recklessly in my head, leaving my thoughts in total chaos. As I struggled internally, I felt her hands on my pants, unbuttoning, unzipping, and easing the pressure on my straining cock. And then the moment passed. She reached into my underwear and wrapped her hand around my cock. She pulled it out, licked her lips, and dove in, sucking and slurping like a woman possessed. It was over now. The line crossed, the battle lost. Something inside of me instantly released (I swear I heard it snap) and I reached my hand into her hair and gripped tight around the back of her neck, holding her firmly as I began to fuck her mouth. She relaxed her body and let me use her that way, trying only to keep breathing and keep up with my pace. I looked up and found my friend eying the scene with his cock in hand and a hungry look on his face. "Amazing little cocksucker, isn't she?" he grinned, ruefully. He watched her gasp and struggle to swallow the cock being shoved down her throat, then looked back up and met my eyes, still stroking his own cock slowly. He licked his lips. "Why don't you come join her?" I responded. What??? Did I really just ask my friend to come suck my dick? I felt my cock twitch at the thought. I released her head and she popped off, gasping for air and turning to see what would happen next. He hesitated only a second, swallowing nervously before moving toward me and dropping to his knees. He was breathing heavily as he grasped my cock and slowly wrapped his lips around it. I let out a long, low moan of approval and put my hand on his head, not pushing, but encouraging him to go on. It didn't take much encouragement. He closed his eyes and sucked the shaft into his mouth, then back out, licking liberally around the tip before swallowing it again. My friend sucked me slowly at first, relishing the experience, sucking and slurping and tasting every inch. By the time the pace began to increase, I could already feel myself getting close to shooting my load. I groaned and looked up to find her laying nearby, stroking her clit. "Stop," I told him. He seemed reluctant and did not take my cock out of his mouth. "STOP!" I repeated forcefully, pushing his head away from me. He sat abruptly back, a disappointed look on his face. What a slut. I'd never seen people act so sexually depraved and insatiable. Including myself... I glanced again at the girl, her hand still on her cunt, but motionless now. "Get on your knees above her," I ordered. "69 style." He moved over to her, straddling her on his hands and knees, his face hovering over her pussy, his cock brushing her lips. She snaked her tongue out and licked it. He moaned lightly but looked up at me for further instruction. "Well," I motioned with my hand, "get to it." She moaned loudly as his full lips locked on to her dripping pussy. He buried his face in her, licking and sucking as she writhed around beneath him. She grasped his cock and sucked it into her mouth, working her lips and tongue around it expertly. I stood for a moment, watching. Again, I could appreciate my friend's broad shoulders and smooth, strong back that curved into that surprisingly sexy ass. I'd never checked out men's asses before, but I was suddenly confronted with the fact that I wanted to fuck this one. I wrestled with the thought a bit, though by now my desire was much stronger than any self imposed beliefs about what I ought or ought not want to fuck. I wanted to fuck my friend's ass. There was no denying it. I hesitated for a moment, not sure how he would react. But then, he'd already sucked my cock, with no resistance at all. And if he resisted, I could always threaten to expose their affair, denying my own involvement. Nobody would believe I acted this way even if they tried to claim it. Hell, I couldn't believe it myself! I moved slowly around them, dropping my hand down and running it along his body as I did. He shivered beneath my touch and turned to look at me as I knelt behind him and ran my hand over his ass. "I didn't tell you to stop," I chided. He looked at me for a moment longer, then turned back and began to suck slowly on her outer lips, waiting to see what I would do. I put both of my hands on his ass and rubbed firmly, making him moan and push his ass toward me. He was begging me to fuck him. I leaned over and spit, letting my saliva run down his crack toward his tight hole. I spit onto my hand and lubed my own throbbing cock. Then I moved in and began to slide my cock up and down between his cheeks, lubing him up. I began to push slowly but firmly into his hole. He gasped as my head slipped in and I could feel his muscles ripple around my cock, flexing and releasing, trying to accommodate the intrusion. When he managed to relax, I began to push in again, smoothly, this time sliding in with much less resistance. "Oooooh, fuck... " he panted as I bottomed out inside of him. "Yessss... Fuck... Please fuck my ass..." I used long, slow strokes to start, luxuriating in the feel of his asshole wrapped so tight around my shaft, of being buried deep inside his warmth. I could feel every little twitch of my cock and quiver of his muscular ring, opening for me. I groaned, long and low, and began to increase my pace. He pushed back into me, inviting me to fuck deeper and harder and then buried his face back in her cunt. She gripped my legs as she sucked his cock and bucked wildly against his face as he worked her toward orgasm. I increased my pace again, eliciting a feral growling sound from my friend, who arched back into me, forcing me deep. His reaction to me caused her to finally flood his face with her juices as she screamed in orgasm. She only stopped sucking him for a moment, though and then enveloped his cock fully in her mouth again, sucking furiously in time with me as I plunged in and out of his ass. I could feel his orgasm as it overtook him. His ass clamped down tight around my cock as he erupted down her throat. It sent me over the edge as well, the waves of his orgasm milking out my own as I unloaded deep inside him. As our orgasms subsided, we lay in place, motionless but breathing hard. Finally, I backed away, slowly slipping out of his ass. A drop of cum dripped out and landed near her lips. She stuck her tongue out and licked it up as the two rolled apart. There was another moment of silence before I finally shook my head as if clearing it. "Fuck! What the hell was that?" I paused. "I've never been so turned on in my life. I couldn't even control myself..." "Tell me about it," grinned my friend. "Fuck..." "Why don't we get cleaned up and go get a drink, huh, boys? Then you can go home to your wives," she grinned wickedly. "I'm pretty sure she's the devil," he laughed, perhaps only half-joking. My head was swimming. A drink sounded good. Possibly even necessary at this point... Accidental Voyeur The new occupant of an apartment accidentally discovers a peephole into the bedroom of the beautiful young woman next door. He becomes addicted to watching her and when he eventually meets her and his observations become very useful. * As he hung his clothing into the inbuilt wardrobe he noticed a piece of adhesive tape stuck against the pristine newly painted interior walls. He peeled it back and examined the object that lay beneath. It was a magnifying lens, a spy hole. He peered though it and beyond he saw a perfect view of a woman's bedroom. He could see a sweet little pink bra hanging from a bed post, a dress hung over the bed and the door to what must be an ensuite just visible. He refixed the tape and thought nothing about it save that the previous resident must have been a 'weird dude'. Over the next few weeks, he settled into his new apartment and couple of time met the pretty-young occupant of the bedroom he had spied on the first evening. He guessed Verity was in her late teens or early twenties, petite, honey blonde and with an enchanting 'little girl-like' innocence that was very appealing. He introduced himself on the stairs one morning on the way to work. She was dressed in tight hipster mini skirt that showed off her long shapely legs, though she herself was barely 5''4" he estimated. A diamond stud sat in her navel accentuating her deliciously flat tummy and slender waist. Her pink midriff top stretched tightly around her small round breasts, just a hint of cleavage showing in the v-neck top. She was a postgraduate student and shared the apartment with her older sister. He wondered how much the family resemblance extended to her, two gorgeous babes living next door made the extortionate rent almost worthwhile. Verity, though, was sweet and open and with a razor sharp intellect and wit. He was looking forward to sharing a coffee with the girls next-door as Verity had suggested. As it happened it did! Verity knocked on his door on a Saturday and invited him in. Big sister Felicity had baked some scones and they decided to share them with him. Felicity too was a stunning looking young woman, not much older than Verity with similar hair and facial features but somewhat taller and bigger in the bust area. The two were friendly and very chatty and thankful that he was next door. The previous resident had been a bit weird and obsessive about the girls Felicity confided. 'He use to drool over both of us and wait at the bottom of the stairs to look up or skirts' Verity chimed in. He thought about telling him about what he had discovered but refrained. Over the weeks to come, they became firm friends, sharing meals and chats. Verity more so as Felicity travelled a lot for her work as a public relations manager for a women's clothing manufacturer. He gathered that was why both of them were always so immaculately dressed until Felicity confided she specialised in underwear/lingerie promotion then showed him some stunning photos of her in some sexy lingerie. He was surprised at their openness and frank discussions about their lives. His pretty neighbours entranced Frank. He was a recent divorcee and valued their charming company. He fantasised about them a little but generally saw them as friends until one night when he heard what sounded like Verity through the thin walls between the apartments. Her cries were disturbing and at times sounded like pain but other times sounded like she was orgasming, he opened the inbuilt robe and peeled off the tape that hid the peephole. Pushed the clothing aside and peered through it. There in full view was the most exquisite young body he had ever seen, naked and bent over the bed. He drank in the deliciously sweet rounded ass, small firm mango shaped breasts, slender waist and the shapely legs he had admired many times. He felt a stirring in his loins as his cock firmed. Her honey blonde hair was dishevelled and matted, tears streaked her usually immaculately made up face and a trace of blood could be seen trickling near her thighs. A man came up behind her, his huge cock hard and engorged. He pushed it roughly into her ass and she screamed ' 'Noooooo I don't like it No' He fucked her ass hard and deep ignoring her pleas until he satisfied himself cumming and spraying his jism across her ass cheeks. She stopped sobbing. From the cupboard, Frank felt rage and wanted to kill the man who could be so hurtful to such a sweet creature but he remained transfixed. Verity lay on the bed and the man began kissing her nipples until she began to moan, then kissed his way to her pussy. His tongue bringing her to a series of orgasms, 'It's a fine line between pleasure and pain' he thought. The sex continued for several hours he pleasured himself brutally with her and then made up for it by bringing her to orgasm until he finished and dressed to leave. There was no passion or love in him only brutal selfishness sex. Frank wondered how such an intelligent, strong willed and beautiful woman could allow this abuse to continue Over the next few days, he thought about talking to Verity. He also found himself drawn to the peephole every chance he could. He watched her slide on her delightful array of panties over her heavenly ass each morning, he watched her undress, never failing to be excited as she unsnapped her bra releasing her perfect tits. He watched her masturbate. Each time she wore the same powder blue baby-doll nightie with matching high cut panties, she began as always, caressing her breasts through the soft silk until the nipple hardened then slid the halter aside and pinched them quite hard. She rolled her nipples between her thumb and forefinger and pulled at it. Then wetted her fingers and repeated this procedure no doubt imaging a lover's mouth. She traced her damp finger down her sweet flat tummy lingering a moment at her diamond studded belly button then began to touch her pussy though the panties, pressing hard and circling her fingers until she broke into shivers and moans orgasming repeatedly. She then rolled over onto her tummy and raised her sweet ass, slid the panties aside and trust three fingers into herself squealing ' Fuck me, I love it when you do that'. Frank found himself falling in love with her by day and infatuated with her by night and early morning from his cupboard. He watched the male visitor repeat his earlier performances and felt enraged. She was beautiful and he couldn't help wanting her the very thought of her made him warm and horny he wanted to protect her but most of all he wanted to make love to her and show her how love making could be. He managed to discuss her boyfriend with her on a few occasions and she passed over it quickly. He tried to allude to the idea that bad relationships need to stop and moved on and he spoke frankly about his own divorce. A few days after he heard her crying through the wall, he peered through the peephole, she was alone; her dress ripped and torn. She looked very upset. He left his apartment and knocked on her door. 'Verity open up, It's Frank here' She came to the door, her eyes streaked with eyeliner lipstick smeared. 'Verity are you ok?' She sobbed and broke into tears, he took her into his arms, and they sat down on the living room sofa. 'He is such a bastard, I tried to break it off with him and he tore my clothes and tried to rape me. It was awful! I kicked him hard in the cods and then ran for my life.' She sobbed out the story and held onto Frank for comfort, He patted her as she cried into his shoulder, her dress hanging off her revealing her sweet floral bra and panties her slender legs clenched tightly together. 'Do you want me to phone the cops? Frank said. ' No I just want him to stay away from me.' 'I'll give him more than a kick in the cods if he comes here again' Frank comforted. Come on, have shower, put on your PJ's and I'll stand guard here while you try to get some rest.' 'Would you cuddle me? I cant sleep alone tonight I'm so frightened.' She took his hand, led him to the bedroom and began taking off her torn clothes he turned to leave the room. 'Please stay I don't want to be alone.' He watched as she slip off what was left of the dress revealing her blue and red floral bra and panties. He had seen her dress in this before she left. The bra cupped her sweet round tits beautifully and when she unsnapped the bra, he could not help but gasp at the delicious baubles bouncing in front of her. She smiled sweetly then peeled off the tight matching V string panties. Her gorgeous ass showing bruises. She looked at him 'Can you come in the bathroom it's ok I don't mind you seeing me.' He was stifling the biggest hard on he had had in months as he stood to watch her seductive curves grow wet under the transparent shower curtain as she soaped her breasts and pubic regions his heart skipped a beat. The nipples were erect and she spent time touching her pussy that went beyond cleanliness. When the shower was turned off, he handed a clean towel to cover her wet body. 'Could you get me a nightie? She said ' It's in the top drawer just choose anyone you like' He returned to the bedroom, he knew exactly what his favourite nightie was. She wore it often it was a pale blue halter neck satin baby doll with a high cut lace trimmed string bikini. 'How did you know that was my favourite?' She smiled and laughed for the first time. She finished drying herself and slid the nightie on. He shook with a lust tempered by constraint of his compassion for her situation. It was an unbearable tease. 'Will you lie with me tonight, I need to cuddle, and Felicity is away for the next few days' 'What man could turn down that offer' He replied. They lay on the bed, he held her in his arms her head on his shoulder she snuggled like a child against him. He tried hard not to reveal the huge hard on that ached in his pants. She lay against him with her eyes open as he stroked her arms and head. 'I've been a bit of a tease haven't I' she said when she caught sight of the permanent lump in his pants. 'I was hoping you wouldn't notice, but it's a natural response to a pretty young woman stripping and dressing in front of me. ' She smiled and looked up at him then kissed him. 'Thank you' she whispered and kissed him again. He couldn't believe how sweet her lips were and the effect a simple kiss would have on him. Somewhere in the kiss, he felt her hand on his cock gently stroking it the waves of passion passed over him like a fire and he kissed her more urgently. She unzipped his pants and fondled his cock like a child with a new toy. He did not dare touch her he thought and then she grasped his hand and guided it to her breasts. He began to touch them as he remembered he had seen her touch herself cupping them firmly in his hand then pinching the nipples and pulling them between his thumb and forefinger until she began to pant 'Mmmmmmmmm yes I like that' she cooed. He moved his mouth to them and slid aside the halter to reveal the delightfully full petite mounds with the dark areola like 20-cent pieces. He flickered his tongue around the erect nipples and then rolled them between his lips, as he had with his fingers until she began top moan sweetly and was encouraged to grasp his cock even more firmly. He slid his other hand to her panties and began to massage her pussy through her panties as he had seen her do on countless nights from his hiding place. She came quickly and loudly and thanked him with a torrent of kisses. He kissed his way down her smooth belly darted his tongue around the diamond stud in her navel still emulating what he had seen her do with her fingers on those nights when she pleasured herself alone. When he reached her panties he took in the sweet smell of her sex the soft satin moist from her first orgasms. He buried his face in her wet panties and pressed his lips against them as she shivered under his excited lips. For a full ten-minutes, he pleasured her as she came repeatedly. When he finally rose from her sodden panties to kiss her, she lay panting in wait for his is tender lips. 'It's ok ' she said. ' I want you, you're sweet and gentle and I have to feel what that's like again.' She helped him out of his clothes kissing his chest, peeling off his shirt and shorts. She kissed his nipples and bit them gently giggling as she did. 'That's as violent as I get.' He held her close and then turned her around pressing his hardness against her fabulously sexy ass. He held it against her throbbing. 'Do you like it from behind' 'Yes but not in my ass darling, and I love to keep my panties on.' He shivered as he slid her panties over her round buns to reveal her sweet pussy lips and tiny asshole, which bore red tears from the brutal entries. No wonder she was in pain he thought. He guided his cock to her moist lips parting them carefully, gently and slowly sliding his thick shaft into her warm tight pussy. He fought weeks of desire he was hot to bursting point, she was divine her pussy wrapped around his hugeness, he had never felt such pleasure such softness, such exquisite desire. She wiggled her ass seductively as he pushed cautiously inside her partly because he wanted to be gentle and partly because he felt himself about to explode too soon into her sweet sex. He gathered his concentration and began to fuck her gently with short thrusts deep inside her velvet wetness. Then long strokes as she began to shiver and moan 'OOOH that's good, Mmmm more, more, Oh God, you feel so good!' He thrust into her enjoying the effect his engorged cock had on her. He moved his hand from her curvaceous hips to her panty front and began to massage her clit again as he had done before and in moments she was squealing and begging him to fuck her hard. She came quickly and intensely her pussy gushing wetness that spilled down her inner thighs and squirted around his thrusting cock. The walls of her hot pussy closed around his throbs and thrusts as he moaned long and low loosing any sense of control as she continued to orgasm wildly. He pulled from her so he could control himself and postpone the explosion. She turned toward him and they kissed passionately. She pushed him down on the bed and then kissed her way down to his cock. She took him in her mouth and sucked him feeling the throbs return to his aching cock. She let go of him, straddled him, and said 'You want to cum inside me don't you, I know, and I can't wait to feel it' She guided his engorged cock to her wetness. He felt her warm tight lips part to take him inside her shivering wet pussy. He felt it contract around his hard cock matching his throbs. She rode him slowly and felt his throb cock inside knowing he was moments away from exploding. She plunged down and leant forward kissing him as she clamped her pelvic floor muscles tightly around him. He thrust against her urgently and his cock swelled violently and then shot into her deep. They both panted and moaned in the pleasure that followed, each hot shot sending shivers through her hot sweet body. His own orgasm covered his being as if every nerve in his body was finally sated and gripped in sensational tingling. He held her tight and kissed her they his hand cupping her ass cheeks pushing her tightly towards him. Her pert breasts hard against his chest, she gasped 'oooh that was so good, thank you.' They rolled over still connected deeply and cuddled as their throbs and contractions continued blissfully into the night until they drifted into sleep. Accidental Voyeur Suzanne was just wandering along the beach, out for an early morning stroll. She liked taking her walks in the evening when the sun was starting to set and a cool breeze came off the water. She was on one of the trails that ran along between the dunes covered with salt-grass and the sands of the beach proper. As she walked she fancied that she could hear voices drifting on the breeze. Moving along, Suzanne realised that there were people further back in the dunes, and she swung slightly off trail to see if she could spot them. Maybe they were friends of hers. Spotting movement off to the side she turned and looked in that direction. Then she went very still. By chance, she could see between a couple of scrubby plants down into a little space between a couple of dunes, but remained unseen herself due to the shrubs. It would take a very keen eye to spot her. A young woman was lying on a beach towel, topless and, even as Suzanne watched, the man with her bent down and started drawing off the bottom half of her swimming costume. The woman slapped at the encroaching hands, trying to hold onto her costume, giggling while she did so. It was obvious that her protests weren't serious and a little jerk had her costume sliding down and off. She lay there, one hand modestly covering her mound, watching the man. He'd straightened up and was deliberately lowering his bathers. Stepping out of his bathers, the man turned slightly, and Suzanne had to stifle a gasp. She was eighteen. She knew about the birds and the bees and what a man did with a woman. In theory, that was. She'd actually touched a cock or two, but had resisted attempts for boys eager to return the favour. There was a difference, she could plainly see, between a boy developing and waving his weapon and a grown man who intended to use it. As Suzanne watched, she saw the man moving the woman's legs further apart and move to kneel between them. He leaned over her, and Suzanne could see his cock pressing against the woman. Then he was lying on the woman, his bottom lifted in the air a little, seeming poised. He must, Suzanne realised, have just driven straight down into the woman, as his bottom flattened quickly while the woman gave a squeal. Suzanne couldn't really see what happened next. The man was bouncing up and down but his body hid the interesting bits. The woman, Suzanne noted, was just lying there, letting the man bounce on her. This surprised Suzanne slightly. She'd have thought the woman would respond as she'd seemed agreeable to what was taking place. The activity continued for a short while. It seemed rather dull to Suzanne. She'd always thought it would be a lot more energetic than that. Stories about sex appear to have been exaggerated. Slowly, the act taking place before Suzanne started to change. The woman was now pushing up to meet the man, her bottom actually lifting off the ground as she heaved herself up. And the man was moving faster. His gentle movements at the start must have been preparation, ensuring the woman was ready to handle him. Suddenly the man pulled loose. There were loud objections from the woman and he was indicating she should roll over. Next thing Suzanne saw was the woman rolling onto her stomach, resting her head on her arms while her knees were bent under her, lifting her bottom high. This time, when the man drove home into the woman, Suzanne could see his shaft sinking into her as the woman pushed back to meet it. The man's hands came around to take hold of the woman's breasts, and he was pumping like a maniac. Watching the stranger ravish his woman, Suzanne couldn't help but feel excited. Heat was pooled inside her, saying "me, too" while she could feel herself getting damp. Damp, hell, thought Suzanne. I'm so wet I'm going to have to change my panties when I get home. Suzanne could hear the woman making little excited cries and the man seemed to going at her even faster. Then he gave a groan and seemed to hold the woman to him while he shuddered and the woman was jamming a hand in her mouth and seemed to be shaking all over. Suzanne knew just what had happened then. She felt as though she might climax herself, it had been so exciting. She was, she realised, rubbing herself through her clothes, encouraging her own excitement. The wanton pair had separated and were lying down, seeing content to just lie there next to each other, still naked. Deciding discretion wouldn't go amiss, Suzanne turned to leave. Turning, Suzanne found herself bumping into someone. A man had been standing behind her, regarding her. He looked amused. She flicked a glance through the bushes where the nude couple were lying at ease. She reddened when the man took a step forward and glanced over to see what she was looking at. "Well, they look happy and content," the man murmured. "Been here long?" "No, no," gasped Suzanne. "I've only just arrived. I wasn't watching them or anything." "You just happened to glance between the bushes and spot them for a second. Their nudity probably quite shocked you." "Yes," muttered Suzanne. "I hadn't expected to see any nudists on the beach." "Shocking, isn't it. The sort of thing you spot and immediately look away from. After ten minutes of watching." Suzanne felt her face burning. She was prepared to swear that even her hair was bushing. "It's not like that," she protested. "I wasn't really watching them. I was just sort of curious," she finished, her voicing dying away. The man was laughing at her, she just knew it. "I know. You're at that age where you want to start to experiment. You saw them and you were probably wondering what it would be like if you were that woman." Suzanne just wanted to turn and run. She didn't know what to say. The whole situation was killingly embarrassing. "It wasn't deliberate," she muttered. "I was just walking along and then there they were. Anyone could have come along. I mean, even you came along as well." "True. They were rather careless in their choice of spots. If you come over here you'll see a much better spot. A lot more private." "Ah, I'll take your word for that," said Suzanne. "I should be going." "Why the rush? Are you afraid that I might be taking you somewhere quiet to seduce you?" came the laughing query. "You can't be afraid of rape because if you scream there are a couple of people just over there who'd come to your rescue." "No," said Suzanne, with some exasperation, "I do not think you're going to rape me. Neither do I think you're going to waste your time trying to seduce me. You don't even know me." "Then you have no reason not to walk and talk with me for a little while," he returned. Placing a couple of fingers under her elbow the man turned Suzanne in the direction he wanted her to go. Slightly surprised, Suzanne found herself walking along with him. "You may call me Don. What is your name?" "Ah, I'm Suzanne." "As for not knowing you, Suzanne, It's easy to both observe and to guess a few things about you. You're eighteen, possibly nineteen, but no older. You're quite lovely to look at, easily embarrassed, blonde and a virgin." Noting the blush that returned to Suzanne's face, Don chuckled. "It would seem that I'm hitting the targets. Let me continue. When you saw our adventurous friends you thought 'someday that will be me' and got quite excited at the idea. I have no intention of trying to seduce you right now, and that's leaving you feeling just a little disappointed. You were looking forward to fighting me off and showing me that you can stand up for yourself." Suzanne was getting a little irritated. It was annoying having Don say these things about her, especially when he seemed to be getting it right. Rounding a dune, Suzanne found herself facing a little hollow that she'd never come across before. It was obvious from the things scattered around that this was where Don had been camping during the day. Before she could say anything, Don resumed talking. "Do you want to know why I say I'm not going to try to seduce you? It's because I'm an adherent of Master Yoda. You may know his quote, 'Do or do not. There is no try.' In other words, your someday is today and I am going to be your teacher. Do you want to take your clothes off or would you like me to do it?" "Are you crazy? What makes you think I'm going to let you undress me and seduce me?" said Suzanne, her voice squeaking a little. "Because you're excited and you're curious and I have the advantage of being a stranger. I won't go around telling your friends what we did. Did that girl back there get undressed for him or did he undress her?" "Um, he undressed her. Why?" "We'll be consistent. Lift up your arms." Don took hold of the waist of Suzanne's t-shirt and pulled it upwards. When it snagged on her arms he gave it a couple of tugs. "Come on, lift those arms," he directed and Suzanne found herself doing so. Turning her around, he unhooked her bra, turning her back to face him before lowering it. Dropping the bra to one side, Don gently ran his fingertips across Suzanne's breasts, pausing to roll each nipple under a thumb. Suzanne looked at the two large hands resting on her breasts. Her naked breasts. She swallowed. She hadn't let a stranger take off her top, had she? And now his hands were moving down. Feeling as though she was in a dream and would surely wake at any moment, Suzanne watched as Don undid the clasps of her shorts and eased them down, encouraging her to step out of them. Down to panties, Suzanne wanted to beg him to stop. She opened her mouth but no words came. Her panties were gently drawn down, and she stepped out of them without her words of protest being uttered. Hands were now running freely over her naked body, touching her where she'd never been touched before. Groping by boyfriends didn't really count. She always managed to keep her panties on. Now. . . The excitement Suzanne had felt watching the man and the woman earlier was again burning inside her. She hadn't really been all that wet earlier she decided. Not like now. Watching Don, seeing him calmly undressing, knowing he was going to be naked shortly. She'd see everything and then he was going to. . . Her thoughts stopped at that point, unable to conceive what was actually going to happen. Don looked at her, smiling, dressed only in his underpants. Suzanne could see the bulge in the front of them and it looked impressive. What, she wondered was he waiting for. There was an expectant look on Don's face as he smiled at Suzanne, waiting. Then it dawned on her. He expected her to take off his underpants. She nearly panicked at the idea. She'd never taken off a man's pants in her life. Holding firmly to her nerve, Suzanne reached out and tentatively tugged on Don's undies. They wouldn't come down, she realised, because his erection was stopping them sliding down. She'd have to pull it free from where it was caught on the waist of his undies. Taking a deep breath, Suzanne reached inside Don's undies and took hold of his cock, moving it to one side. She then managed to slide down his underpants, Don obligingly lifting his feet to let her slip them right off. Standing again, Suzanne could see amusement on Don's face. She blushed, realising why. She still held his cock in her hand. She hastily snatched it away, hearing Don laugh out loud. Then Don was sinking down onto the grass, drawing her with him. Don started slowly, playing with breasts and teasing nipples while one hand would wander down to rub across her mound, before returning to her breasts. Slowly but surely, his attentions drifted from her breasts to her mound, rubbing and kneading. Suzanne felt hands touching her all over, enticing her, teasing her, exciting her. Her hand drifted back to Don's cock, holding it, running her hands along it, feeling it's heat and firmness. The hands that had started so gently on her body were getting firmer. Demanding responses from her rather than coaxing. Don was watching her, gauging her response, trying to determine what she wanted. He was slightly startled at her reactions. Don's hands on her body were getting rougher, Suzanne noticed. They'd gone from gentle to demanding, but were now actually mauling her, treating her roughly. And she was loving it. It was exciting. Don was demonstrating his mastery over her and she relished it. She did not want him to initiate her gently. She wanted him to take her, fiercely and forcefully. She gasped as Don pushed her legs further apart. She watched fearfully and expectantly as he poised above her, his cock just touching her. "Do you want me to take you?" Don growled. "Now?" Suzanne almost cringed at his tone of voice but nodded. She had no choice, she decided. He had to be obeyed. Then he was driving into her. She squealed as she felt her hymen tear apart, but she could feel Don driving deeply into her, stretching and filling her. Don found Suzanne reacting instinctively and enthusiastically. Taking her roughly seemed to just increase her ardour and she was pressing firmly up against him while he was still driving in with his initial entry. Virgin she may have been, but definitely not a timid one. There was no need to build a rhythm with their coming together. That first determined thrust and the eager response said it all. Suzanne was ready for him and expected him to deliver, hard and strong. It's nice when your desires agree with what is expected of you. When Don had first seen Suzanne he'd had an unholy urge to just push her to the ground and take her, giving no consideration to her feelings. Now that he had her where he wanted her that was precisely what she wanted and expected him to do. Don took Suzanne. No gentle lovemaking this. No careful initiation of a virgin. This was a determined sexual assault upon a willing partner who was giving as good as she got. Don drove hard into Suzanne, feeling her rising to meet his every thrust. He pounded his cock into her, driving her before her, lust ruling them. Suzanne's legs had risen to wrap around him and Don thanked god that she appeared to have short fingernails. Scratches were going to be the order of the day, he just knew it. Suzanne wasn't wasting any breath of squeals or screams. She was gasping, directing all her efforts into meeting Don's driving need, matching it with a frantic need of her own. The warmth and excitement she'd felt when he'd first started undressing her were gone, replaced by a raging fire of wanting. Suzanne bucked hard under Don, feeling the fire mounting still higher. She was going up in flames, she knew. She couldn't sustain this level of energy. When Don gave a groan and changed his rhythm to short sharp strokes she knew what was happening. She felt the flood of his seed splashing into her, tossing gas on her fire and the world exploded around her. Suzanne was lying down, enjoying the feel of Don lying next to her. You really should get dressed a little voice niggled at her, but she ignored it quite happily. "I suppose I should have asked earlier," she said idly. "Are you married? "No, definitely not," replied Don. "I suppose you have a regular girlfriend?" "Um, not really. The church tends to frown on priests having girlfriends." Suzanne blinked. "I heard that there was a new curate. If you're him, I'm one of your choir girls." "Pleased to meet you, Suzanne. I think I'm going to enjoy my time at this parish."