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Guess What I Saw? Ch. 02

By: ErotickWriter



(I hope you enjoy this second part of the story about my young neighbor, Kelly. I hadn't really intended for it to be a serial story, but it seemed like a natural progression. Thanks again for reading and commenting! E) 

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So, last time we talked, I was too wrought up to sleep, remember? Well, I guess you're back because you want to know how my little problem turned out, right?

Well, here's what happened. Pull up a chair, if you want.

I woke up feeling grainy-eyed and groggy for lack of sleep. I still couldn't really figure out what to do, but things had been set in motion and I just went along with the flow, thinking that I might pull myself out of the stream at any moment. The morning went more or less normally, despite my inner turmoil. I had a late breakfast and puttered around the house.

I had the photography gear all packed up and ready to load in the car by the time the doorbell rang. Kelly was prompt, I will give her that -- the clock on the microwave said 1:00 exactly. Heaving a deep breath, I grabbed the camera bags off the kitchen table and went to answer the door. 

I had envisioned canceling the trip many times in the past few hours, adrift with indecision, tortured with desire. I had pictured making up an excuse at the door, just telling her I didn't feel well or something. 

When I answered the door, though, I knew I was done for. Fuck.

I found Kelly on the doorstep, looking radiant in a bright yellow sundress. I say radiant because she seemed to glow with sunlight and vitality, but what I really mean is that she looked hot. Not slutty hot, but wholesome, healthy hot. The tiny spaghetti straps accentuated her strong shoulders and budding bustline, and the short hem showed off her lean, toned legs. Her hair was more red than brown in the sunlight today, and she wore a yellow flower behind her ear. She smiled broadly, and if I had seen her on the street I might have had a hard time telling if she was a mature-looking 14 year-old or was simply young-looking for her 18 years. In either case, the sexual energy shining in her eyes was unmistakable, capturing both the innocence of youth and the knowledge of maturity. I remembered her delicious lips wrapped around my cock just yesterday, and felt a stirring in my jeans. Once more I wondered how my little neighbor girl could have grown into this beautiful young woman without me really noticing. 

Monica, my wife, appeared at my shoulder, greeting Kelly and chatting with her about our planned trip. As they talked, I felt the guilt gnawing at me, the same guilt that kept me lying awake most of the night last night. I told myself that I would just go out, show Kelly how to use the cameras, take some pictures, and come home. I would explain to her that I couldn't go through with what she wanted to do. Hell, who am I kidding? It was what I wanted to do, too. But I needed to tell her no, tell her I just couldn't.

I wasn't fooling myself, though. None of my arguments mattered. Why even try? I was under her spell. That's why I'm here, talking to you, isn't it?

We put the gear into the back seat and I backed out of the garage. When Kelly was talking with Monica, she had mentioned heading into the city. I figured there would be plenty of subject matter there for practicing with the cameras, so I headed downtown.

"I'm so glad you decided to come!" Kelly bubbled as we left the neighborhood and turned onto a main thoroughfare. "I could tell you were feeling guilty and thinking about not coming, but it will be all right. I promise!" She leaned over and kissed me chastely on the cheek, the essence of sweet reassurance. She smelled clean and fresh, a barely-there soapy fragrance.

I knew she couldn't really put herself in my place - a middle-aged man, married more than 20 years, with a kid of my own and a whole lifetime to lose. Somehow, though, her innocent cheerfulness buoyed me, and I was able to let the guilt recede to a safely darkened corner of my mind. Hearing her say it would be all right, I believed it. 

I turned up the radio and drove.

"So, have you thought about where you want to go? There are lots of places downtown to take pictures." I remembered that the trip was mostly a cover that Kelly had come up with on the spur of the moment, following my panicked lead, but I also knew we needed to have pictures to show Monica. "I don't even know if you like photography -- I just came up with the first thing that popped into my head."

"No, it's OK. I really do like photography! I took a couple classes in school. So we should be able to get some pictures pretty quickly, and have plenty of time for, you know..." - she smiled that delicious innocent-naughty smile again - "...other stuff!" She giggled, sounding more like the 14 year-old than the 18 year-old. "I thought maybe we could go right downtown and take some street and architecture photos, maybe some of that big fountain, and then maybe go to the Nature Preserve park and get some good shots of the landscape. I love the trails there!"

Her exuberance and bubbly mood was infectious. This could be fun in a lot of ways!

The ride was about half an hour, 45 minutes, tops. Kelly kept up a steady stream of friendly chatter. She was way more relaxed than she had been the previous day. It was odd -- she was much more like her old self, and yet the chasm of difference between the woman and the child had never seemed wider.

Soon the conversation turned to yesterday's adventures. Kelly squirmed in her seat, recounting her favorite sensations from our tryst. As she described the tastes and textures, the feel of my cock in her mouth, and the excitement she felt, we both found ourselves getting turned on. I had that familiar bulge in my pants, and her speech was getting breathy and quick. It was tough to concentrate on driving, let me tell you.

I tried to keep my eyes on the road, but I couldn't help seeing Kelly's hands begin to roam over her body. She stroked the smooth skin of her thighs with long, kneading motions, stretching and arching her back. She brought her hands back up from her knees in one fluid motion, with her open palms caressing the inside of her thighs and spreading her legs as she went. Her hands pushed the sundress up, and she heaved a huge sigh as she cupped her tiny mound with both hands, spreading her legs ever wider. I felt a thrill shoot through me as I realized she wasn't wearing any panties.

"God, Kelly!" That was all I could get out. My balls already ached, reminded of the heavy load they had built up yesterday under her touch, and had yet to release.

She didn't answer, but began playing with her breasts with her left hand and wetting the fingers of her right hand in her mouth. She wasn't just wetting her fingers, though. She was reminding me what her mouth could do. She gave head to those fingers as sensuously as if she were sucking me. Her fingers, probing tongue, and ripe lips were glistening with saliva. 

I was dangerously distracted, and took a minute to set the cruise control. The last thing I needed was to be pulled over for speeding uncontrollably. Luckily, the traffic on the high was pretty light.

Kelly eased into the corner against the door so she could face me a little more, and continued her show. Well, it was at least PARTLY a show for me. But it was definitely for her, too. As she spread her pink lips and let her wet fingers dance over her pearly clit, she told me how often she has masturbated, since catching me jerking off that day last fall, while imagining that it's my cock pleasuring her.

Her fingers moved so quickly and adeptly over her moistness. I had to watch the road, but I kept glancing over at her whenever I could. She slipped a hand inside the low neckline of the sundress, and one thin strap fell down her shoulder, just barely exposing one small round breast. I was kind of amazed at the viciousness with which she attacked that small nipple, pinching, twisting and tugging really hard at it in her passion. My heart jumped at the realization that this was the first time I had seen her breast so close, with no glass between us. 

She raised her knees a little for a better angle, and moaned loudly as she plunged her fingers inside. She moved her fingers quickly at times, slowly and searchingly at others, like she was memorizing every crease, every soft fold, every slick, smooth surface of herself. And then she did what had nearly driven me nuts when I had watched her through the window -- she took her dripping fingers from her pussy and put them in her mouth. She moaned again -an ecstatic, deep, soulful sound for such a young woman -- and savored every drop of her juices with unabashed lust and pleasure.

Kelly must have noticed some subtle change in me, a sharpening of my attention, an unspoken question in my eyes. Whatever it was, she felt the need to explain.

"Is that weird?" she asked quickly, taking her fingers from her mouth and tugging at her lower lip nervously. "I mean, I used to wonder if I was a lesbian because I like the taste of myself so much." She blushed a little before adding, "I'm pretty sure I'm not a lesbian, though. I wouldn't imagine your cock all the time if I was, would I? But... is it weird that I like the taste?" She smiled a little pensively, really wanting an answer.

"No, it's not weird. It's hot as hell!" I figured a simple, honest answer would serve best. "It drives me crazy when you do that."

She smiled and nibbled her bottom lip.

Then I had another thought. "Maybe, you know, maybe you are bisexual? Or just curious. That's kinda hot, too, you know. But it doesn't really matter. I like it, either way."

"Oh, good!" she giggled with relief. It seemed like my affirmation only turned her on more, because she immediately plunged her fingers back into her wet slit. This time, she didn't stop until she brought herself to an open-mouthed, gasping orgasm. If the passengers in the other cars could tell what she was doing simply from the ecstasy written all over her face, she didn't seem to mind. I was learning more about Kelly all the time, and the more I learned, the greater my desire. No, let's just call it what it was -- need.

Once more, she licked and sucked her fingers clean. This time, there was no hint that it might all be for show. Her eyes were closed, and I could almost see the shudders of pleasure, the euphoria on her face. I don't even think she knew I was there for while. Not that I minded. My imagination was working overtime, thinking of all the ways Kelly could sate her appetite for the taste of pussy. I knew I would never get to fuck her beautiful little pussy, but I could certainly picture the pleasure that would be painted on her face if she were to suck her juices from my gleaming shaft. She would never be one of those women who was reluctant to suck you after your dick had been in her pussy. No. She would savor the taste, all of the sensations...

Hell, I even imagined her deft tongue dancing over another woman's succulent pink flower. Maybe even while I watched...

Fuck me sideways. I was losing my mind!

When Kelly opened her eyes, she must have seen the sheer hunger on my face. With a mischievous, impish grin, she said "Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Mac. Did you want a taste, too?"

"Yes, please," I answered, and I could hear the longing in my own voice.

Once more she plunged those long, strong-yet-delicate fingers into her damp pussy. She didn't really masturbate any more; she just got them nice and wet. Then she leaned over and teasingly slid them into my mouth. I groaned out loud at the amazingly fresh, clean scent of her juices, and I sucked her fingers clean. She played with her fingers in my mouth, tracing the curve of my lips and my tongue, sliding those long digits in and out sensuously until I could no longer focus on my driving. I had to push her hand away and pay attention to the road, much to my disappointment.

She sat back in her seat, as inscrutable as the sphinx. After a while, I asked her if anything was the matter. She didn't seem upset, really, but something was clearly on her mind. I'd spent enough time around her the last couple of days to be able to tell when she was thinking hard about something.

"Well, I was thinking. We didn't really plan it, but I was kind of wondering... well, I know I asked if I could give you a blowjob, but I... I've never had anyone, you know..." she mumbled and fell silent. I found her juxtaposition of embarrassed reticence and straightforward candor confusing but adorable. I waited, and soon she continued, "I've never had anyone, you know, lick me. Um, go down on me, you know? And I was just thinking, like, wondering if..."

"I would love to, Kelly. I just didn't want to be pushy and ask..."

"Oh, oh, OK, great!" She was bubbly and happy again, relief evident in her smile. It was cute, how quickly she could change gears from "almost too embarrassed to speak" to "I'm so happy!"

I decided to stop at the Nature Preserve first. Some light hiking would serve to reduce my tension, I thought, and maybe we could find a quiet spot. To be honest, I was so excited when we got there, I forgot all about the cameras. I just bounced out of the car and opened Kelly's door, and we started off down the trail.

Now, Nature Preserve is kind of an overstated name for what basically amounts to a little park, nestled along the river that runs through the downtown area. I guess its claim to being a preserve lies in the fact that they have examples of most of the plants that were native to the area before it was paved, cemented, and constructed into oblivion. So, it's nice, but all told, it's really just a little park with hiking trails and picnic areas. But it is kind of pretty, and offers pockets of quiet seclusion among the bustle of the city.

Kelly walked in front of me, picking her away along a trail through tall pines. We passed a few other folks out enjoying the sun, but it was not very crowded at all. The trail we followed went up a little rise and ended at a small, rocky open area that looked down over the river. There was a picnic table there, and we sat for a little while, watching the river roll lazily by down below. The silence stretched out long enough to become awkward.

"Now that we're here, I'm kinda nervous," Kelly admitted sheepishly.

"Me, too," I reassured. "But we don't have to do anything we don't want to. You don't have to do anything at all if you don't feel like it, Kelly. Really. I won't be mad or anything." I reached out and patted her hand. "So don't worry."

"Thanks, Mr. Mac. You were always so sweet to me." She gave me a crooked little smile and a small kiss. The confidence was starting to come back. I could see it in her eyes. When she bent and kissed my jaw, just at the base of my ear, electricity flowed. I returned the favor, kissing her slender neck and brushing the strap of her dress aside. I nuzzled my way down her neck to the hollow of her throat, lingering there and soaking in her clean fragrance. Her skin was warm, smooth, and tasted sweet. I gently pulled down the top of her dress and kissed my way down. Her breath drew in sharply as my tongue found her nipple, hard as a tiny pebble. Her chest swelled with deep, wrenching breaths. I remembered how hard she had pulled and pinched herself while masturbating, and nibbled her tender nipple pretty hard. She gasped and pulled my head into her breast.

I was just kissing my way back up to her throat when we heard voices. Someone was coming up the trail. I quickly pulled her dress back up and we walked back down the way we had come. I realized that anyplace along the trails or at the picnic areas was likely to have traffic, so I led Kelly off the trail into a grove of trees. The cover was imperfect, but I knew most people would just walk on by without even looking over.

Kelly looked around at the dirty duff covering the ground and said with dismay, "There's no place to lay down. I'll get my dress all dirty."

"Don't worry," I said. I backed her against a smooth tree trunk, pulled down her dress, and feasted on her luscious, tiny breasts again.

I turned her around so she was facing the tree, and motioned for her to bend at the waist and lean against the trunk. I knelt behind her and slowly lifted the dress up and over her lovely ass. I heard her whimper in quiet anticipation. The vision of her bent over like that, ass high in the air, with the dress pooled like sunlight around her waist, was enough to make ME whimper. I resisted the urge to just plunge my tongue inside her. Truth be told, what I really wanted to do was drop my pants and take her right there. Instead, I kissed my way along the curve of her bottom, dipping my tongue into the perfect diamond formed where her legs meet her ass, and licked along the tender crease there, alongside her already-damp lips. I could feel the heat and moisture, and I could smell her sweet sex.

I gently and slowly ran the tip of my tongue along the length of her slit, letting it delve ever so slightly between her lips as I went. I heard what might have been an "Oooohhhhh!" escape between Kelly's lips in a quiet sigh of air. I had to bend low and crane my neck to reach, but I soon let my dancing tongue flick over her clit, eliciting another low cry. I tried not to concentrate too long on any one spot, giving her a variety of sensations and experiences and reading her reactions intuitively. I licked her, and I sucked her labia between my lips, and I slid my tongue as deeply as I could inside her, building to a rapid flurry as I speared her virgin pussy with my tongue. I kept my hands on her round bottom, gently spreading her and easing my access. I could feel her legs trembling.

I slowed my pace, because I wasn't finished tasting her yet, and despite having orgasmed less than half an hour ago in the car, she seemed like she was about to cum again. I didn't mean to tease, but I didn't want her to cum quickly and then be too tender to touch before I had given her a full experience, either. 

Plus, let's be honest. I didn't want to give up my yummy treat just yet. Selfish, I know.

Giving her wetness a break, I licked and kissed all around her womanhood, and made my way back to her sweet ass. I moved back just far enough to get a good view, massaging her cheeks and admiring the deep dimples on her lower back. Ran my tongue along her crack, and that caused her to give a little yelp, and she arched her back and spread her ass almost imperceptibly. I kissed and gently probed with my tongue, and though her legs were trembling mightily, she pushed towards my face.

She smelled so sweet and clean, and her skin tasted so good, that I did something I've never been brave enough to do before. I flicked my tongue over the tiny pink star of her asshole. She moaned in supplication and surrender; thus encouraged, I spread her a bit wider and licked more vigorously. I even slipped the tip of my tongue a tiny way inside her, in and out, and I thought she might cum just from that. I felt kind of light-headed myself. Finally, her trembling became so severe that I realized she was having trouble standing in that bent-over position any longer. I helped her stand up and let her stretch for a minute, with her chest heaving and her back resting against the tree.

She looked so vulnerable, yet so much in need, that my chest ached, too. When she seemed to have caught her breath a little, I knelt down in front of her, lifted her dress, and began to tenderly lick all around the base of her damp bush. I slipped my tongue in and flicked it over her swollen little pearl of a clit, and she grabbed the back of my head with both hands. I couldn't reach very well from this angle, and my neck was getting sore from the scrunched position I was in, so I slipped my arms between her legs and lifted her, cradling her spread legs on my shoulders. 


Guess What I Saw? Ch. 02



Although she was sturdy and strong, fit and athletic as only an 18 year-old can be, she wasn't very big, and once I had her weight up on my shoulders and her legs wrapped around me, she was easy to hold. And she was in a perfect position, with her pink flower spread open and waiting for my mouth. I leaned her gently against the tree, and began to go down on her in earnest once again. I held nothing back, and ate her like a starving man would devour ambrosia. She bucked against my face and pulled my hair, guiding me with her responses, letting me know what she liked. She tasted so good.

At last, when I could tell she was almost there, I sucked her clit between my teeth, and then flicked the tip of my tongue hard and fast over it. That fluttering barrage of sensation pushed her over the top, and she orgasmed hard, every muscle in her body squeezing tight and trembling like a high-tension wire in a storm. She didn't really squirt, but her her juices flowed like wine into my waiting, hungry mouth. She squeezed my head between her muscular thighs as shudders wracked her body, and I thought once more that I might black out. But I held on to her, and soon the waves of pleasure passed and she began to relax a little. I let her carefully down to the ground, and helped steady her until she became more sure on her feet again.

We made our way slowly back to the car, neither of us knowing exactly what to say, but comfortable in the silence. I realized the gravity of what had happened -- I had given her the first orgasm she had experienced at someone else's touch -- and I think she was soaking that in, too. It was a peaceful walk, and soon we were back at the car. 

"That... that was amazing!" she said before climbing in the open car door. She wore that look that said she wanted to say more, but the flood of thoughts were jostling too hard to find their way out in words, so I just nodded and smiled at her, hoping she knew that I understood. She kissed me on the cheek, and pulled the door shut behind her. We were on the way again.

By the time we arrived downtown, Kelly had composed herself again, and my desire had receded into a slow burn, a delicious dull ache that kept my stomach tight, and made my balls feel like they weighed ten pounds and had been used in a tennis match.

I have to say, Kelly was a natural at photography. She didn't know a lot about the various functions that were available on the DSLRs I had brought, but she had a great eye for composition and a knack for finding odd, interesting angles from which to take photos. She actually got some great shots, and we experimented a little bit at the fountain, adjusting shutter speeds to capture various degrees of motion.

I was almost able to forget about sex for just a little while. Almost. Then Kelly would bend or move a certain way, and the light yellow cotton of her dress would cling to her body, reminding me of her strong, youthful form and sending fresh electricity through my body again. I still had the fresh taste of her on my tongue, and the sound of her passion still rang in my ears.

At one point she knelt down to capture an image, focused totally on what she was doing. One of the straps of her dress slipped down her shoulder, allowing the top of her dress to gap just enough to leave me yearning for more. The hem of her dress crept up her thighs, and I don't think it was just my imagination that I could see the slightly darker shadow of her pubic hair against the soft shadows between her unconsciously parted legs. Without thinking much, I raised my camera and snapped a frame, capturing her unguarded moment.

Kelly heard the shutter click and looked up, chuckling at me. 

"Sneaking some candids, huh?" she teased. "I was kind of hoping you'd let me model for you. Do you think I'd make an OK model?"

"Caught me!" I confessed with a laugh. "Yeah, we can take some pics of you. You'll make a great model."

They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Well, I can't even begin to describe the photos I took of Kelly over the next half hour or so. But I did learn quite a lot about my young neighbor, and just how much of an exhibitionist she really was. As we walked the downtown streets, she unerringly found just the right set-up to pose for me, to flash me a pert breast or lift her dress up over her lovely bum. She showed a sense of daring and bravery I never would have been able to muster, posing so that bystanders and shop-fronts were captured in the frame, but never getting caught herself. At any point, if a pedestrian had but looked our way, he would have caught a luscious eyeful. 

The amazing thing to me was the sense of playfulness and innocence she was able to project. She never seemed raunchy or trashy. There was always a sense of youthful fun that came across as gleefully naughty rather than truly wanton. 

It gave me such an erection. Good god. Painfully, brutally hard.

The highlight of our little photo session happened near the end of the block that separates the downtown shopping area from a residential district. I still can't believe what she did next. 

There was no traffic just then, being the middle of a sleepy Sunday afternoon. As we neared the intersection of a little cross-street, Kelly tugged me by the hand to the middle of the street. Without a word, she lifted the dress up and over her head, and handed it to me.

I stood there like a post, astounded. Half a block away, I could see people on the sidewalks, shopping, talking, totally oblivious. Kelly stood like a vision, wearing nothing but her white canvas shoes. I felt I was in a dream.

"What are you waiting for!" she chided. Laughing, she added, "We don't have all day!"

I finally got my brain functioning again and took some shots. Kelly paraded away from me, looking invitingly back over her shoulder. She walked toward me and posed, standing tall and proud. I know I said I couldn't begin to describe those photos, and I really can't. But if you could see that last picture - hand on her hip, people in the background beginning to catch on to the spectacle unfolding, and see the expression captured on Kelly's face... it's just incredible. There is more emotion and character conveyed by her face than I have ever captured in any other photo, an intensity that can't be faked. I think it is the most erotic, sexy photo I've ever seen.

But I digress.

Like I said, people were starting to notice the lovely naked girl in the middle of the street. Heads were turning our way. Simultaneously, we decided we'd better split. We made for the side street, not exactly running, but making haste, for sure. I couldn't have run if a lion was chasing me, anyway, given the aching woody stretching my jeans. We ducked into a little side alley, laughing, and I tossed her dress to her.

Clothed once more, still laughing and breathing hard from excitement, Kelly gave me a hug. I wrapped my arms around her, still holding the camera in one hand.

"Oh, Mr. Mac! That was amazing!! I can't believe we did that!" She leaned back a little to look at me, putting her hands around my neck and pressing her body against me. I could tell she felt my straining cock, because her expression changed and her mouth dropped open a little. She chewed her lip, eyes locked on mine, and ever so subtly pressed her hips harder against me.

She eased me back against the brick wall, gave me a tender, almost chaste kiss on the lips, and knelt down. Her hands fumbled with my belt, and then I felt her palming my hardness through my jeans. My eyes scanned the alleyway for prying eyes as I felt each button of my fly pop open.

"Oh my god, Kelly..."

I had no time to say any more, because she had my cock out in her hands, and with a sigh that was almost a moan, she took me in her mouth.

I could have died right then and left the world a happy man. Her face was a study in ecstasy as she worked over my cock, using her lips and tongue, making my glistening shaft disappear between those lovely lips again and again. I was nervous as hell that someone would catch us, and kept glancing around to keep a lookout. Apart from occasional cars passing the end of the alley twenty yards away, there was no one to be seen. The sounds of the city faded, and I could hear nothing the but the wet sounds of Kelly sucking me, punctuated by moans of pleasure from both of us.

She tugged my jeans and boxers down a little further, and began to knead my balls as she bobbed up and down on me. Again she displayed that wonderful ability to cause just the right amount of delectable pain, just enough to add to the stimulation of her mouth without interfering with the pleasure. Then she put both hands on my thighs, and began to take me all the way in with long, slow, deep strokes, relentless and smooth in her movements. My legs began to tremble, and I could feel mini-spasms passing through my abdomen and cock. My erection was harder than it has ever been in my adult life, a combination of Kelly's wonderful natural ability and intuitive response to my body, and the sheer excitement of being here in public, so brazen and forbidden in our need.

Kelly took my shaft from her mouth and looked up at me. She kept stroking me and smiled ear to ear. 

"I can taste it!" she said with excitement. "Did you cum?"

"No, not yet," I gasped. "That was just precum. You'll know when I cum -- there'll be a lot more, and it'll be thicker." I was quivering on the edge of exploding, and she licked another big, shiny drop of precum from the head of my cock, firing electricity through my already-overloaded circuits. "Oh god!" I wasn't going to last much longer.

"Mmmmmmmm," she purred. "I can't wait to taste my very first cum. YOUR cum, Mr. Mac. What do you want me to do with it?" Kelly was nuzzling and lightly licking my head as she talked, never stopping the slow, sensual stroking of her hand. "I'll do anything want, just so long as I have a chance to taste it."

"Oh, sweety, I want you to finish me off with slow, deep strokes, all the way down, and when I tell you, I want you to lean back and let me cum on your tongue. Will you do that for me, Kelly?" I begged.

"Anything you want," she said, and matched the word to the deed.

Unhurried, despite our risk of exposure, with slow languid movements, she engulfed me again and again. Now that the moment was here, teetering on the brink, neither of us wanted to rush. I noticed a couple walk by the end of the alley, hand in hand. They caught sight of us, then looked away and walked quickly on. I didn't care any more. They could have stood and watched if they'd wanted. I couldn't stop now to save myself.

I felt myself reaching a huge climax, knees buckling and heart pounding. I let her keep sucking me until the very last moment, holding on and holding back, not wanting to let the moment end, savoring every touch. At last, spasms took me and I could wait no more. I pulled my throbbing cock from Kelly's lips. I could barely rasp out "Now!!"

She was ready for me. Her mouth was open wide, a smile turning up the corner of her lips, tongue stretched to catch my load. My passion was so great, my energy so pent up, that I erupted as never before. The first huge blast shot over her whole face, from forehead to her lips. She jumped when it hit her, but stayed put. Her smile lit her eyes with excitement and lust. I came more intensely than I have in years, jets of hot semen filling her mouth, covering her tongue, and splashing on her face. I didn't intend to get her so messy, but the spray was uncontrollable. After six or seven powerful streams of cum, my orgasm began to subside and the flow reduced to a few opalescent dollops slipping down the curve of my head. Kelly licked these off and took my cock in her mouth one last time, sucking hard to get any remaining cum. Then she smiled and I could see her savoring her first mouthful before swallowing it all.

Dear lord. I thought I might black out. 

I think, maybe, I DID black out for a moment, because the next few minutes were very fuzzy. Somehow I had gotten my penis back in my pants, and we were standing near the end of the alley. I noticed Kelly still had my cum all over her face.

"Jeez, Kelly, I'm sorry!" I apologized, digging around for a napkin or something. "I didn't mean to get you all messy. Let me wipe that off..." I was nearly babbling with embarrassment.

"No, leave it," she said matter-of-factly. "I want to see it!" She burst into a playful, little-girl laugh, even though she was certainly no little girl. Not any more.

She took me by the hand and lead me, still kind of shell-shocked, back to the main street. If any of the people we passed noticed the jism dripping from her lovely face, they were polite enough (or shocked enough!) not to show it. We walked along until we found a shop with a big, clean window that served as a mirror. 

Kelly checked out our handiwork from all angles. "Oh my god!" she nearly moaned, low and drawn out. "That's... that's so hot!" And though I am an older guy, recently spent, my cock lurched back to attention when she scooped the remaining cum onto her fingertips and sucked her fingers clean, right there in front of everyone. 

She turned towards me, and gave me a big hug. I could feel eyes on us, and the disapproval of passersby was almost palpable. What was this lovely young woman doing with this dirty old man, anyway? Perhaps oblivious to their disapproval, perhaps in defiance of it, Kelly stood on tiptoes and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me long and deep. We lingered for a moment, tasting one another's lips and tongues, the hot, sweet breath of passion passing between us. The world faded away.

"Thank you, Mr. Mac. Thank you for being my first. You were my first crush, and I love you. I always will."

And she kissed me delicately on the cheek as we walked back to the car.

It was a long, bittersweet ride back home, filled with the weight of what had passed between us, and what that would mean as our lives moved on. I thought of the guilt I would have to live with, the price I would pay for this most exquisite day. Quite literally, a day for a lifetime. 

I wondered what it would be like to to go back to just being neighbors again.

Ah, but that's a story for another time.



Guess What I Saw? Ch. 03



Tony continues the story of his adventures with his young exhibitionist neighbor, Kelly. Find out what happens when Tony's wife discovers what's being going on...

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Hey there, Tony here! Long time no talk.

Let's see, the last time we spoke, I had just gotten back from my little road trip with Kelly, right? Well, I was worried about the guilt, and I was right to be worried. I had a hard time dealing with it, and Monica really picked up on my weird mood. I brushed her concerns aside, telling her I was just in a funk. After a while things returned to normal, more or less, except at certain moments when the guilt would creep in. All in all though, things were OK. I've never been unhappy with Monica at all, so it wasn't like I felt some lingering pull to get away or to cheat again. The fact that our marriage is basically very solid helped get me back on my feet.

Time went by pretty uneventfully. I saw Kelly come and go now and then, but we didn't have much interaction. She really seemed satisfied to have had the one encounter (well, one two-part encounter!) with me, and then go back to her boyfriend. I didn't know whether to feel relieved or hurt, to be honest, but that's the way it was. She certainly seemed to be affectionate with him, so I assumed all was well.

Kelly also seemed to still enjoy being an exhibitionist, though I didn't catch her as often. It took several weeks after our trip before anything at all happened, so I had almost decided she wasn't going to do any showing off anymore. 

But she soon showed me otherwise.

She and her boyfriend left the house one evening as I was sitting on my tiny front porch enjoying a nice beverage in the cool, still air. She called back through the open doorway that they were just going to walk around the block and would be back soon.

I was sitting quietly in the inky darkness of my porch, but my eyes were adjusted to the dim light of the streetlight up the block, which cast an orange sodium glow over everything. They walked hand in hand down the sidewalk beside the house, not fifteen feet from me. Kelly glanced over my way, but if she saw me, she made no indication. Instead of walking down to the street, they stopped at the driveway, slipping into the slightly darker shadows between the front of the boyfriend's parked pickup truck and the front of the garage. I could hear the quickening of their breathing and the wet sucking sounds of their kisses as they made out there. Like a scene in dark sepia, I could see all but the most shadowy details.

I felt my cock growing hard already, but I dared not move. The street was quiet at this time of night, and sound carried easily. I was pinned where I sat, for good or ill.

They kissed for a while, and then the boyfriend (I felt a little ashamed that I had never learned his name) lifted Kelly's shirt and began to nuzzle her small, pert breasts. I was squirming miserably, unable to adjust myself to ease the discomfort that grew as my cock did. The street light behind them made his saliva glisten on her smooth, tight skin. He kissed down her belly and, unsnapping her jean shorts, slid them down. He lifted her onto the truck hood and knelt between her legs. She sat up, looking at his head buried between her legs, watching what I couldn't see, and fingering her nipples. He worked at her sweet little pussy that I remembered so well, and before long she came in a climax that seemed all the more intense for her stifled moans and squeals.

Kelly immediately slid down off the truck hood and knelt down in front of him, not even bothering to pull her shorts up from around her ankles. She undid his pants and eased out his hard schlong, which was silhouetted and backlit by the streetlamp. She started sucking him expertly, and I could almost feel it myself as she used every technique I had shown her. Soon his cock was glistening and dripping with her saliva, and I had to stifle a moan myself when she stretched her tongue to lick the underside of his head and then buried his shaft in her open mouth. She didn't even pause when a car turned into the street and drove past, briefly illuminating them both in the headlights' glow.

In the ten minutes or so it took him to cum, I found myself ramped up to a feverish level of desire. He straightened his back, hips thrust forward, and though he didn't utter a sound I could tell by the spasms and jerking of his body that he was emptying himself into Kelly's hungry mouth.

Good lord!

They got dressed, and I sat still as a stone as they made their way back up the sidewalk to the house. It may have been just a trick of the light, but I could have sworn I saw Kelly flick a little wave my way. It was just a tiny flutter of her fingers, down by her side, as they went past, but in my heart I sensed she had known I was watching.

That night, Monica and I fucked like we were 18-year-olds ourselves.

Like I think I have mentioned, Monica and I have a healthy love life. We take good care of one another's needs on a regular basis. So it was, just a few nights later, that we found ourselves cuddled up on the couch in the living room with a couple of candles burning, kissing and fondling and nuzzling and generally getting ourselves worked up.

I don't know if you remember, but I described before how we put the couch off to one side of the room so we could get frisky without looking straight into the neighbor's living room. We could close the curtains, but neither of us like to. The only downfall is one of the second story windows looks right down on us, but it's a kid's bedroom and they are rarely there until bedtime, and you can see when the light goes on. So we've always felt pretty safe on our couch.

Things were progressing nicely. I had loosened the short silky robe Monica was wearing, and as she leaned back against the arm of the couch, I nestled between her legs and started lapping her sweet pussy. She trims her pubic hair in a neat black little strip and her lips are shaved smooth, and I just love to taste her. Her clit gets so big and hard when she is excited, poking like one of her nipples from beneath her clitoral hood. My tongue loves to play with it.

I was enjoying myself immensely when I suddenly felt her stiffen. 

I sat up and asked, "What's up, dear?" 

I followed her eyes and saw that the light was on in the upstairs bedroom next door.

We both sat up and watched, and I said "It's darker in here than it is there, so if we're still I don't think they'll see anything."

So we sat and watched tentatively, waiting for the light to go back out.

But it didn't go out. 

Kelly and her boyfriend (ah hell, I'm just gonna make up a name for him. I'll call him Billy. He looks like a Billy to me.) soon stepped up to the window. They started kissing, and they stood perfectly silhouetted, framed in the window. She knelt down and started undoing his jeans.

"Oh my god!" whispered Monica. "What is she doing?!"

Of course, I knew it was a totally rhetorical question, but I answered anyway.

"It looks like she's gonna give him a blowjob, dear."

She gave me a playful swat, but I noticed she didn't stop looking at the scene unfolding in the window. By this time, Billy's dick was out and hard as a flagpole. Kelly was stroking him and licking at the head.

I got up and led Monica to the end of the couch, and helped her to her knees, leaning over the arm of the couch so she could see the window. Kelly's head was now bobbing up and down along Billy's shaft. I knelt behind Monica and began playing the head of my cock along the wet lips of her pussy, getting ready to enter her.

"Tony," she protested weakly, "we really shouldn't be watching them like this."

I slid myself deeply inside her and reached around to hold her breasts in my hungry hands. I leaned over and whispered in her ear "I know we shouldn't." But it didn't stop either of us as I fucked her hard from the rear. She was pressing her ass back against me with every stroke.

Kelly devoured Billy with enthusiasm as Monica and I watched and fucked. She was as wet as could be, and I could feel her Kegel muscles milking me as I pounded her. Her nipples were hard little pebbles as I rolled them under my fingertips, and she was moaning with need. Clearly, the sight silhouetted in the window turned her on as much as it did me. She came more quickly than usual, shuddering and crying out, and completely soaking my already slick cock. I kept pumping hard as she came, and reached around to rub her clit, driving her quickly to a second, smaller orgasm.

As soon as she had recovered her breath, Monica told me to get up on the couch. She had me lie on my back and crawled between my legs. I saw right away what she was doing -- she was going down on me while watching Kelly and Billy! 

I had to tease her a little. "I thought you said we shouldn't watch!" I laughed.

"Yeah, I know," she admitted between licks, "but it's so friggin' hot!" She took me deeply into her mouth to emphasize the point, making me moan out loud again.

By looking backwards, up over my head, I could just make out an upside-down glimpse of Kelly as she deepthroated Billy once or twice. 

Monica must have noticed the subtle twitch, the slight pulse of blood in my cock, because she took the opportunity to tease me back. "Mmmm, you usually watch me. Should I be jealous?" She laughed, so I know she wasn't serious, but it set off a twinge of guilt nonetheless.

Soon, I was just to about to explode. I was so excited and turned on! I just lay back and enjoyed Monica's delightful mouth, knowing I was close...

I wasn't watching, but Billy must have made it just before me, because Monica paused just long enough to gasp, "My god, he just shot cum all over her face!"

She went right back to sucking me, and within seconds I was shooting my own load. My lovely wife took the first few spurts down her throat and then milked the rest from me, making a wonderful mess all over her hand and down my balls.

I looked up at the window just in time to see Kelly give another of her small waves, and then they disappeared from the window and the light went out.

"Tony!" Monica whispered in excitement. "Did you see that? She waved! Do you think she knew we could see her?"

I was tickled by her conspiratorial whisper, despite the fact there was no way we could be overheard.

"I'm quite sure she DID know." 

Something about my voice caused Monica to sit up quickly, my cock still in her hand. She was still stroking me absentmindedly as she spoke.

"You've watched them before!!" Her voice rose sharply, a mix of excitement, surprise, and accusation. 

I didn't know what to say. I couldn't tell what she was thinking, what her response might be. So, I told her the truth.

I don't know what made me do it -- guilt, most likely, but there was an element of excitement, too. It made me feel ashamed, but we've always had a pretty honest relationship, so I spilled it. I told her everything, from the initial faux pas of getting caught jerking off, to the first exciting glimpses of Kelly's exhibitionist side, to our dalliances as I taught her how to give a good blowjob. 

I was horribly drained and crushingly depressed after my confession. I fully expected to be kicked out right then. There was a long stretch of strained silence. I didn't embarrass myself by apologizing just then, or trying to explain myself. If there was a time for that, it would be later.

Monica broke the silence. "So, do you want to be with me, or do you want to be with her?"

"You!" I answered immediately, thankful that I wasn't being shut out entirely. We spent the rest of the evening talking about everything, gradually figuring out where we stood with one another.

By the end of our talk, I was relieved that things looked like they would be OK. 

"So, you aren't mad?" I asked tentatively.

"I'm mad as hell, and I'm hurt," she answered, pain digging in my heart, "but I think I understand." Monica glanced up at the window, now dark and empty. "I mean, that was hot as hell!" She chuckled in her throat and shook her head. 

I put my hand over hers, not quite knowing what to say.

"I mean, you didn't go looking for a piece of ass, and you didn't cheat with the intention of hurting me. I can see how, in your twisted mind, you thought you were helping her." She looked up at the window again. "Shit, maybe you did help her. She sure seemed to give an amazing blowjob." She laughed a little, shaking her head again.

"I know it's messed up. I'm sorry."

Monica said, "Look, just don't keep me in the dark again. I might have been OK with your little lesson, if I had known. Hell, I might even have helped teach her a thing or two..."

My head reeled at what she was saying.

"Really?" That's all I could manage.

"Well, maybe. But you're not completely out of the doghouse, you know. I think you need to bring her over so we can all talk about this and get it out into the open. She needs to know how I feel."

And so I was left with my head spinning and heart pounding. The most amazing thing to me? When we went to bed we had sex again, hard and fast like teenagers grabbing a quickie. It was hotter than hell. She came within just a few minutes of me crawling between her spread legs, sucking her rock-hard nipples as I pumped hard into her. I came shortly, too, which kind of surprised me -- I'm no spring chicken any more. After I had flooded Monica's pussy with my cum, I was still turned on, despite my softening cock, so I went down her again. The mingled musk of both of our juices had me lapping hungrily at her soaked flower, and she came in a fresh gush of nectar. 

We slept like babies.

As luck would have it, Kelly was the one to approach me about talking. She caught me working in the yard the next day, and said she had something she wanted to discuss. When I suggested Monica should be included, she gave me a funny look and her brow was furrowed, but she agreed reluctantly. I told her Monica knew about our adventures, and her horrified look made me feel terrible. I quickly reassured her, letting her know Monica and I had talked a lot, and I thought it would be OK. We all needed to talk, but it wasn't horrible. She looked understandably apprehensive, but said she'd come over for dinner.

In my confusion and general befuddlement, I didn't even think to ask her what she wanted to talk about. I guess in my self-centered way I thought she, too, wanted to talk about what had happened and get it into the open. I had a little surprise in store. 

As you might expect, dinner was a little tense at first. I barbecued chicken breasts and grilled vegetables, and we settled down to eat among a weighty cloud of silence. Except for a few comments about the food (I actually am a good cook!) nobody seemed to know what to say.

Finally, Monica was brave enough to forge ahead.

"Tony said you wanted to talk. I think that's good. We need to talk."

I heard a wretched sob escape from Kelly's throat, though there were no tears. Not yet, anyway. She said in a pitiful voice, "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Mac. I didn't mean..." She trailed off, voice choked with tears she was still managing to hold back.

Monica reached out and patted her hand. 

"It's OK, Kelly. I forgive you for what you did. What Tony did." She cut me a look that said she had a much easier time forgiving Kelly than me, and I squirmed in my chair a little. "But it hurt my feelings, a lot. We've been married a long time, and Tony has never betrayed me before, so it will take a while to rebuild trust."

That seemed to break through Kelly's defenses, and she cried with abject despair. Monica was moved to put her arm around her shoulders, but I didn't know what to do. I was afraid to show any signs of affection, so I sat quietly until the tears passed. I felt like the turd I was.

When Kelly was again composed, Monica continued, "If we are going to rebuild trust, we need to be honest. All three of us. I need you to tell me, honestly, how you feel about Tony. Do you love him?"

It was a long, painful discussion, and dinner remained unfinished as we talked into the evening. But we all came to an understanding of one another. Kelly told Monica, as she had told me, that she did love me in a way, because she had known me so long and I had always been good to her and supported her, even when her family seemed to favor her siblings. But she made it clear she didn't want to steal me away, and she knew our age difference was too great for there to be any kind of long term relationship of a sexual nature. 

The subject of voyeurism came up, and I was horribly embarrassed as the two women discussed what it meant to watch each other have sex with unabashed enthusiasm. That was not what I expected at all. We learn new things about our spouses all the time. It was also a revelation to me that Kelly had watched Monica and I on several occasions. 

Holy cow.

Monica made it clear that she understood all of that and was OK with it, but that she wouldn't tolerate being cheated on. We needed to be open with one another. We all agreed, and a sense of relief spread through us all.

"I'm not even sure if I should bring up what I wanted to talk about, now." Kelly nibbled her lip and cast a glance at me that set my nerves tingling.

"What do you mean?" Monica asked her. "I thought you came over to talk about the pictures and the blowjob and all that?"

I was pretty much speechless from the whole discussion, so I just sat waiting. 

Kelly looked reluctant to continue, and I felt that stab once again at her mixture of innocence, vulnerability, and sexuality. I began to sense a bombshell was coming.

"I, well, I wanted to see if Mr. Mac would teach me about anal sex. See, my friends said if you have anal sex, you're still technically a virgin and you can still get married in white and everything." Kelly was talking fast now. "So, I guess I wanted to see if you thought that was right, and if so, could you teach me? I've heard it hurts, and I'm really afraid, but Dylan really wants to have sex with me and he's frustrated that I won't let him, and I don't want to disappoint him all the time, and I know you'll be gentle with me, Mr. Mac, I trust you and..." Her rapid-fire barrage of words petered out, and she sat with her mouth open a little, as if she wanted to continue but had run out of words. Her excitement was also palpable, and I was dismayed to find I was a little turned on already.

I'm such a fucking man, sometimes.

Monica spoke first, before I had a chance to put a foot in my mouth. "Kelly, if that boy is frustrated after a blowjob like you gave him last night, there's something wrong with him! Don't let him pressure you, sweetheart. You get to decide what you do with him. No one else."

I felt myself about to be caught in the crossfire of a feminist diatribe, though neither Monica nor Kelly are really feminists, exactly. There was a strong aura of "girl power" charging the air, though. I wanted to defuse that fast, if I could. I couldn't really think of anything meaningful to say, so I blurted the first thing that came to mind.

"His name is Dylan?" I asked inanely. "I thought his name was Billy, for some reason..."

"Tony," Monica asked, exasperated, "what has that got to do with anything?"

"I know!" I protested. "I just don't know what to say. I told her before not to let him pressure her into things. Didn't I, Kelly?" I felt foolish defending myself this way, but I felt a little like I was about to be scorned along with all the pigheaded men in the world.

Kelly came to my rescue.

"He did, Mrs. Mac. He was very chivalrous and sweet. He got mad when he thought Dylan had tried to take advantage of me." She looked a little sheepish as she continued, "Dylan's not the only one who wants to try more stuff, though. I want to, too. Maybe more than him. It's just that I want to get married in our church, and I'm so confused. I can't get married there if I'm not a virgin."




Guess What I Saw? Ch. 03



"Really?" I interjected. "Your church is really that strict?" I knew next to nothing about her religion's tenets, other than the fact that they were very conservative in many ways.

"Tony, that's not really the point," Monica said, sounding a little bit peeved. "It's none of our business, anyway. But Kelly, sweetie, you're just rationalizing, aren't you? I mean, if you want to abide by your church's rules, shouldn't you avoid sex all together? I can't tell you how to live, but it seems to me you are just trying to skirt the rules. I don't mean to sound parental, but don't you think you'll feel bad about that?"

Kelly's explanation of her religion's rules, and how people followed the letter of them and that was it, was eye-opening. She was clearly very devout in her own way, and firmly believed she wouldn't be able to marry if she wasn't technically a virgin, and was very worried about getting into heaven. But she seemed to have no compunction about finding a workaround to the rules. She said the rules weren't made for us to understand or to speculate about their meanings -- that would show pride and hubris, which were sins. People were just intended to follow them. That was her stance, and she seemed unshakable in it. If she was taught that fornicating before marriage was a sin, and fornicating was defined as vaginal sex, then Kelly was comfortable enough doing anything else without fear of retribution, at least from God. Her parents were another matter.

I was so surprised by this conversation I hardly knew what to say. I couldn't fathom having a set of rules and simply following them without thinking about them. I was also quite surprised to find that she really cared so much about her religion. I had just assumed she was a black sheep and broke the rules as temptation won out, like everyone else I know.

I won't bore you with the rest of that conversation. It turns out Kelly's parents were much more conservative than the church required, at least in Kelly's opinion, so my idea of a rebellious black sheep wasn't so far off. It was just her parents she rebelled against, not her church. It was fascinating to learn so much more about this young woman and how she thought, but I don't know if it is germane to my story, so I'll move on.

Anyway, I know the part you really want to find out about is the sex, right? Yeah, that's what I thought.

If you think we ended the night with a wild orgy replete with butt-fucking, three way sex, lesbian interludes, and cum play, you'd be wrong. Sorry. 

All that came later.

We ended the evening with an agreement Kelly would visit over the weekend and I would teach her what I could. Kelly's boyfriend was busy, and I was free, so it seemed a perfect opportunity. There was still a tentative air about the whole thing, and I for one wasn't at all sure much would happen, but we wanted to explore it further. We laid a few ground rules, as well. The biggest one was no more secrets among the three of us. How to handle Dylan's role in all this was a bit stickier. Kelly insisted that he not be told anything about her adventures and experiments with me. I had serious misgivings about that part of it, both for Kelly's sake and Dylan's, but she was unshakable, so we agreed.

Honestly, I was worried about the idea of anal sex with Kelly. I'm not gonna lie, I wanted to do it, and I was already picturing it in my mind's eye, but I was really afraid it would hurt her a lot - at first, anyway. Now, I don't have a giant cock by any stretch, maybe slightly above the average size, but who knows that kind of thing for sure? All I know is, Kelly is tiny. I mentioned before that she is athletic, so she is lean and strong, but she is probably just a little over five feet tall, and if she weighs 95 lbs I'd be surprised. While her little ass is tight and perfectly rounded, her hips are narrow. The image of my cock disappearing into that slim little body turned me on enormously, but I was apprehensive.

Monica and I talked about it more when we went to bed that night. We agreed that not telling Dylan was a bad idea, but we also both knew that he would probably break up with Kelly if he knew, so we reluctantly accepted her choice. We decided to try, just once more, to talk her out of this, to try to get her to experiment with Dylan instead of me. It was the grown-up, parental thing to do, even though we weren't her parents. But we both were well aware that we would probably go through with it if Kelly insisted. 

Christ, it was like waving a crack pipe under an addict's nose. I'm only human after all, and it's not very damn often a 50 year old man has the opportunity to dally with a sexy 18 year old. As in NEVER. And my wife was complicit, however reluctantly. There was no way to say no.

We lay quietly in bed, but I sensed Monica was as restless as I.

"My god, Tony," Monica murmured as she propped herself on one elbow, "I can already imagine you bending her over and fucking that tight little ass." She reached over to my side of the bed and lightly caressed my awakening cock. She leaned over and kissed my jawline and nibbled my ear as she spoke. "It's pretty damn hot." Her hot breath in my ear brought on a full-fledged raging boner, which she began to stroke through my underwear.

One thing led to another, and soon Monica was gobbling my cock hungrily. She could read me like a book, and always seemed to know when to tease, and when to go for broke, and how to make me ride a roller coaster of sensation. I couldn't help but to compare her to Kelly, though I felt awful about it. With Kelly, there was such an exciting newness, and of course the situation was mindblowing. Her technique was also amazing for someone so new to it. Here was Monica, though, sucking me as if she could feel what I was feeling, as if she knew exactly what I wanted and needed. There was a connection there beyond the physical, and I realized I had begun to take that for granted after so many years of marriage. I was overwhelmed with emotion, and I was kind of glad she couldn't see the tears on my face.

I pulled her body on top of mine so I could lick her as she sucked me. As soon as she realized what I was doing, she happily helped out, straddling my face to give me access to her moist, fragrant slit. I devoured Monica's sweet pussy with abandon, her excitement flowing into me with her juices. I probably would have cum within minutes, had she not known when to back off and tease, or change up what she was doing. I, on the other hand, couldn't wait to feel her gush all over my face. I licked and sucked and toyed with her clit until she was shuddering on top of me. She lifted her head and arched her back as a high moan of pleasure crescendoed, ended in a rush of released breath and cries of ecstasy as she orgasmed. I was in heaven between her legs, with her hips grinding her pubis against my face in the throes of her release. 

Monica leaned over a grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand, and slathered some on my rock hard shaft before straddling me again in a cowgirl position. 

As she lowered herself onto my cock, she said "You haven't fucked me in the ass for a while. I think you need some practice if you're gonna teach Kelly anything!"

I felt her guiding the head of my lubed shaft into her tight, tight asshole. She yelped a little and paused as her body adjusted itself to my invading member before lowering herself gradually.

"Oh my god. I'd almost forgotten what this was like. I remember our first time..." She paused to breathe deeply, lowering herself a little more. "Do you think she can handle it, Tony? She's so little." She let out a deeply held breath as she finally lowered herself onto my full length. "Oh my god!"

She moved atop me, and I plunged myself in and out of her ass in long firm motions. I like to feel every inch of my cock slide past the tight rubber band muscles of her ass. If you go slowly enough, you can feel the second sphincter just a couple of inches up from the anus, and then slight curve where the rectum joins the colon. It's such an amazing symphony of physical stimulation, and even after all these years there is still something just a little bit taboo about it. The fact that anal sex is much more commonly accepted has done nothing to diminish the excitement for us. Monica reached down and rubbed her clit with her right hand and tugged at her nipples with her left as she rode me. 

Five minutes later I felt myself climbing toward the brink and then rocketing over the edge as I unloaded my cum deep within my wife's ass. She knew I came, but that didn't slow her down at all -- she was very close to another orgasm herself. 

Moments later, Monica peaked in a second gushing climax, wet juices flowing over her fingers and my belly. She sat down hard on my cock and tugged viciously at her nipples as her fingers deftly eked the last sparks of electricity from her swollen clit, prolonging her orgasm as long as possible before stimulation turned to irritation. Even after she had finished, she sat atop me, gently rocking and rubbing her hands on my chest. The feeling was just enough to keep me hard, and I enjoyed the fact she wasn't in any hurry.

At last she spoke, almost in dream, it seemed. "Tony, I'm jealous..."

"No, baby! Please don't be jealous. I won't go do it if it bothers you."

"No, Tony, it'll be OK. I agreed, after all.."

"But Monica!"

"No, I said it was OK. And the truth is, it really turns me on to think of it. I'm just torn. She's so young and pretty, Tony, and I'm..."

I put my finger to her lips. "You, Monica, are the sexiest, most beautiful, most understanding and passionate woman I know." I paused to let her know I was serious, then I couldn't help but lighten things up by adding, "So shut your pie hole!"

She laughed and layed forward against my chest, resting her head against my shoulder. I kissed her hair and held on to her.

"Hey, I have an idea," I mumbled. The thought had just occurred to me, and I wasn't sure how to present it. "What if we, you know, ask her if you can be there. Um, maybe you could join us. You think? I mean, she said she sometimes thought she might be a lesbian or bisexual, soooo, I don't know..."

Monica turned and looked at me. "No shit!?" 

Her smile made my night.

"No shit! Now, let's get some sleep."

Saturday morning couldn't come quickly enough, and when it finally arrived, Monica and I were like kids at Christmas. We still hadn't asked Kelly if Monica could join in, but I was 99% sure she would agree. Monica and I chattered all morning, and we couldn't stay away from the topic of our impending tryst. Monica came up with a great idea, too. She suggested we offer to take Kelly to Adam & Eve and get some anal toys to ease her into things. It was fantastic talking about this stuff in the open. I was afraid the excitement would be diminished, but it actually seemed to be amplified, sharing the experience with my wife.

When Kelly arrived, she was more than happy to have Monica join us, and seemed really excited about the toy shopping, too.

She even suggested bringing my camera, too. "Who knows, maybe we can have some fun while we're out!"

I had almost forgotten about our little neighbor's exhibitionist streak. My cock was hard before we got in the car.

On the drive, Monica explained the thinking behind the toys, telling Kelly that the first time trying anal sex was often painful, and the toys might help ease that a little bit. Kelly seemed really excited by the idea of Monica using the toys on her, which led Monica to broach the topic of bisexuality. I listened with baited breath as they talked.

"So, Tony mentioned that you might be interested in trying a little lesbian stuff. Is that right?"

"Oh, yeah!" Kelly giggled nervously. "I kind of forgot I told him about that. I've pretty much decided I'm not a lesbian, but I might be bisexual, I think. I love licking my fingers after playing with myself. But I also love sucking Dylan's cock, and the way he shoots his cum in my mouth. How about you, Mrs. Mac? Have you ever, you know, been with another girl?"

It was Monica's turn to giggle nervously. "Um, call me Monica, Kelly. Please. No. I, uh, I've never been with a girl. I never really thought about it."

Kelly looked a little disappointed as I glanced at her in the rear-view mirror.

Monica was turned in her seat, talking over the seat back with Kelly, and saw the look, too.

"I never thought about it before," she quickly added, not wanting to disappoint Kelly, "but I have sure been thinking about it a lot since Tony mentioned it."

They laughed and continued talking until we arrived at the store. I was excited to hear a lot of flirtation and double entendre in their conversation. My hard-on was starting to feel like a permanent fixture, and I had to rearrange myself in my shorts as we got out of the car.

Of course, Kelly had never been in a sex shop at all, and she was thrilled by the variety of toys, lingerie, videos, and potions for sale. She wore a clinging navy babydoll tee with spaghetti straps and the tiniest pair of white shorts I'd ever seen. It was funny seeing the other customers watching her mess around with the various dildos and vibrators, accompanied by a couple who looked old enough to be her parents. Some looked on with obvious lust, while others seemed puzzled or disturbed that we had taken our "daughter" to a sex shop. I whispered as much to Kelly and Monica, and was delighted to see a mischievous gleam sparkle in Kelly's eye.

"Let's mess with them!" she grinned gleefully.

She grabbed a double-ended purple dildo from the wall, and held it up in its blister pack. She held it up next to her face and opened her mouth wide, as if gauging how deep she could take it. 

She stepped next to Monica and said "Do you think we could meet in the middle?" She held the huge dong between them, and they each made the motion of gliding their open mouths toward the middle, and much to my surprise they met in a tentative but incredibly hot kiss! My heart beat hard in my chest, and I looked around to see they were getting quite a bit of attention.

I am not really easily embarrassed, but I could feel my face flush at some of the things Kelly and Monica were saying. My wife has never been a prude at all, but I never in a million years would have imagined her flirting in public with a woman, much less a woman less than half her age. She was really into it, though. Now that the dam had been broken, she was having fun riding the rapids. 

I was feeling turned on beyond measure. My cock was so hard it was uncomfortable in my shorts, and I was a little disconcerted that the bulge was so obvious.

I noticed some of the other shoppers cleared away in embarrassment, but a fair number of them seemed to have become very interested in the racks of toys and videos that were near us.

Kelly moved over to a display of butt plugs in every color and size imaginable. She picked out a clear model that was about 4 inches long and about 1 ½ inches in diameter at the widest part. She held it up to show me her choice.

She waited to make sure she would be heard by the strangers around us, and then said in a loud but enticing voice, "Do you think, if can take this plug up my ass, I can handle your big cock, Mr. Mac? I know it's not as big as you," she cooed, lightly rubbing my straining fly, "but maybe I could work my way up."

I thought I might die of embarrassment, and I felt eyes on me from all quarters. Just like the time Kelly kissed me on the street, some of the looks said "you lucky fuck!" and others clearly conveyed "you dirty old bastard!" Nevertheless, none of them could hide the desire and excitement behind their stares, not even the disgusted ones. 

Monica eased up to us and held up her most recent discovery -- a strap-on! It had a harness to fit around her hips and featured a smooth, slender dong about five inches long.

"I thought this might be fun!" she beamed, showing us the new toy. In a more conspiratorial voice she said, "I kind of want a chance at that little bottom, too!" She surprised me by reaching down and grabbing Kelly's ass, tugging her close so that their hips were touching and they were face to face. I saw her fingers cupping that small, round ass-cheek and fiddling with the edge of the white material. Kelly's nipples stood at attention, straining against the tight knit material of her babydoll, and the way they looked at one another, I thought they may kiss again.

Unfortunately, the moment was broken by the clerk coming over and saying tactfully, "Is there anything at all I can help you with?" Her voice was retail-cheerful, but her look said "Knock it off!"

We had found everything we came for and more, so we took our selections and accompanied the clerk to the checkstand. As we payed for our goodies she looked at us a bit wistfully and said, "Sorry about that. It was actually really fucking hot, but my manager wants to keep a tight rein on that stuff. We're supposed to be a family sex toy store." She shook her head at the irony. "I guess that's what you get when you work for a corporate sex shop." She grinned a lopsided smile and said, "Have fun." 

I'm quite sure I detected a bit of longing in her voice.

We decided to grab some lunch, and Kelly reminded me we hadn't taken any pictures yet. I asked her what kind of pictures she wanted to take, but I was pretty sure I knew the answer, after out last photography outing. The only surprise was that she wanted me take some pictures of her and Monica fooling around a little in some public place!

Monica balked at first, saying she was too old to get arrested for indecent exposure. Kelly teased her a little, saying the chance of getting caught was part of the excitement. This kind of got us onto a discussion about how Kelly came to be such an exhibitionist. I was a little ashamed when she told me it all started the first time she caught us having sex on the couch. She was so excited by the sight, she wanted to do that, too. She was turned on by giving someone else a thrill. I felt like I had contributed to the corruption of a young person, but she reassured me it was all her decision. She was quite sure her family thought she had the devil in her long before I influenced her.

I thought again about how brave she must be to do these things that were so outside her family's norm. And she wasn't doing them just to rebel. She loved and respected her parents, and had no desire to upset them, but she wasn't going let them decide how she would live her life, either. I wondered briefly how the duality of her life would be resolved, but I realized I couldn't be the one to make her decisions for her.

We were eating lunch in relative calm, just enjoying getting to know one another better. Monica was still iffy about the photographs, so she quizzed Kelly a little more about what she had in mind.

Kelly took a quick look around the restaurant, and quick as a flash slipped the spaghetti straps down her shoulders and pulled the babydoll down below her breasts. Monica gasped as Kelly began to giggle and play with her nipples.

"I was thinking something like this!" she answered, a happy, impish grin spread across her face. We could see the backs of other diners' heads, but no one was looking our way. "Except," she continued, "I thought maybe you should be the one rubbing my nipples..."

With that she took Monica's hand and placed it on her breast.

"Oh my god, Kelly!" Monica breathed excitedly. She fumbled awkwardly with Kelly's small breast and pert pink nipple, fear and adrenaline making her hand shake clumsily.

Ever the helpful one, I said in a stage whisper, "Go ahead, I'll keep a lookout!"

Monica shot me a look that said she wanted to choke me, but the look was belied by the hungry lust I also saw on her face.




Guess What I Saw? Ch. 03



The booths in the restaurant had pretty high backs and were fairly private, so as long as no one walked by or stood up and looked right at us, the ladies were unlikely to be seen. We were near the back, and I was facing the main part of the restaurant, so only someone coming up behind me would catch us unawares. It seemed unlikely, but the risk sure added to the excitement!

I was amazed and hugely aroused when my wife leaned over and suckled Kelly's breasts. She flicked her long tongue over each hard nipple and sucked them as deeply as she could into her mouth. When she wasn't kissing or licking, she was caressing those smooth swells with hands that still trembled.

I had to give them a quick signal to stop when a large woman got up from her booth and wandered past us to the restroom. Kelly just got her top up in time for the woman to lumber by like an ocean liner. 

She was barely past, and certainly not out of sight, when Kelly reached down and unsnapped her shorts, thrust a hand quickly inside. I couldn't see, but my guess was that she was unencumbered by panties. She played for just a moment when she pulled her hand back out and held it up, her fingers glistening. 

"See how wet I am already!" she said in a voice loud enough that I silently shushed her with a finger to my lips. She only grinned at my discomfort. Then she smiled that mischievous smile and popped her fingers into her mouth as I'd seen her do before. My balls were aching and my cock was throbbing, watching this show!

"This is what made me think I might be a lesbian," Kelly continued, unperturbed. She had already dipped her fingers back inside her shorts and was obviously diddling herself. "I love the taste of myself. Do you like it, too, Mrs. Mac?"

Monica didn't even bother to remind Kelly to call her by her first name, she was so flustered. Like I said, she's no prude, but I was kind of amused by Kelly's ability to leave her nonplussed. I also found it hot that she still called her Mrs. Mac, but I didn't say anything.

After a brief, muttering pause, Monica finally answered, "Uh, no, I mean, I guess I don't know. I, you know... I never really tasted it, except after Tony went down on me and then kissed me." She flushed beet red. It was adorable.

"Do you want to try it?" Kelly asked her, sending yet another zinger of adrenaline through my body. This was gonna give me a heart attack if I wasn't careful.

Kelly didn't really wait for an answer. She just held out her dripping fingers, poised in front of Monica's face, and Monica slowly took them into her mouth. I swear I thought she shuddered as she sucked the fragrant juices from those delicate fingers. Kelly gently massaged Monica's breast through her blouse as Monica nursed her fingers like she was sipping the finest nectar.

Just then, ocean liner lady decided to pass by on her way back from the restroom, and none of us had been paying any attention. Fortunately, no body parts were exposed, but Kelly's fingers in my wife's mouth and hand on her breast were enough of a sight to cause the Titanic to grumble "Well, I never!" as she trundled by. 

Kelly and Monica both sat bolt upright, and both of their faces were bright red. I'm sure mine was, too. We hurriedly finished our meal and I left enough money for lunch and a tip on the table before we made our escape. The Lusitania seemed just the type to complain to the manager, and we wanted to be gone before that happened.

We laughed and walked arm in arm as we broke into the bright, fresh air of the parking lot.

"Let's find a spot for some pics before we head home and try out those toys, shall we?" I bundled the ladies into the car and drove around looking for a likely spot for some good pictures. 

Kelly suggested a part of town that has a bunch of art galleries, tattoo shops, natural food stores, and other modern-day counterculture-type businesses. There is an urban park next to the main drag there, and it seemed like as good a spot as any.

I parked the car and we made our way down the sidewalk among the many shoppers. I was a little dismayed that it was so crowded, because I figured there wouldn't be much chance to catch our young neighbor's exhibitionism on camera.

Boy, was I in for a surprise. The crowds just seemed to spur Kelly on!

I'll give you an example. She backed up against a brick wall with some picturesque masonry and started striking poses. Granted, she's not really a model, so some of the poses were over the top, but she did have kind of a natural flair for the provocative. She slipped her left hand up under her top, raising it up just a little to show her belly, and dipped her right fingers inside the waist of her shorts. Sexy, indeed, but not really anything too extreme. I took pics as she moved. She was watching the sidewalk traffic, and when there was the slightest break, she would slide her hands further under her clothes, groping her breasts and fingering her little pussy. She would just do this for a moment, so no one actually caught her, most of the time. 

She was really getting into this, and I was getting some good shots as Monica looked on. The hottest part came when a group of teenage boys walked by and stopped to watch and make comments. Instead of getting angry or embarrassed, Kelly took advantage of the cover they provided and put on a little show. She popped the button on her shorts, lowering the zipper just a little without actually pulling them down. Close examination of the pictures later showed a tuft of Kelly's reddish-brown, neatly trimmed pubic hair poking out, but I didn't notice it at the time. With her shorts invitingly opened, she used both hands to pull up the navy babydoll, exposing her creamy skin in a teasingly slow movement, smoothing her open palms over her belly, her ribs, and finally lifting the shirt so only her hands covered her breasts.

Kelly put on quite a show for the gawking teens. She ran her hands in a gliding caress over her torso, almost always keeping her breasts covered, but allowing occasional peeks at her lovely small mounds and perfect nipples. She hinted at reaching inside her shorts, and even tugged at her nipples a time or two, and the boys were becoming pretty loud in their appreciation. Finally, they were starting to attract enough attention that I was getting uncomfortable.

"OK, boys," I said as I lowered the camera, "show's over. That's all." They kept hanging around, trying to chat Kelly up, but I finally managed to shoo them away, telling them we had work to do.

After that little crowd dispersed, we walked further along, trying to find another opportunity. We went into a funky little clothing shop, full of beads, tie-dyed dresses and shirts, bathing suits, hemp clothes, and tee shirts with funny sayings. There were a few people there, but the shop was packed with merchandise and there were lots of blind spots. We all grinned and looked at one another, realizing we may be able to get some good shots here. I unlimbered the camera and adjusted the exposure for the indoor lighting. I didn't want to use a flash and draw attention to us any more than necessary.

Kelly flashed for the camera at every opportunity. I especially liked the shots where other shoppers were in the background. Monica kept distracting me by rubbing my cock through my shorts, as if it wasn't hard enough to take decent photos without drawing too much attention!

Finally, Monica quit teasing me and went over to help Kelly pretend to shop. They held shirts and bikinis up to one another's bodies, making sure lots of touching occurred along the way. Kelly slid her hand up under Monica's blouse, and made a mock pouty-face to find her breasts covered in a bra.

Kelly grinned as an idea came to her. "Why don't you come help me try on this bikini, Mrs. Mac? I need someone to tell me how it looks."

Grabbing a little string bikini in one hand and Monica's hand in the other, Kelly led the way to the fitting room. I'm sad to say I didn't have the guts to go in with them and take pictures, so I spent an agonizing time waiting for them to return. I don't know what they did in there, but it seemed to take forever, and I was getting antsy by the time they came back out. They were both grinning like schoolgirls.

Monica handed me a couple of pieces of clothing, saying "Can you be a sweety and hold these for me? They were terribly in the way!" 

I looked to see her bra and panties wadded up in my hand, and when I went to stick them in the cargo pocket of my shorts, I noticed the panties had a big smear of gooey pussy juice. I felt a little stab of jealousy and a huge wave of excitement course through me. The jealousy must have shown on my face a little, because Monica teasingly asked me if I was feeling left out.

"Maybe a little," I said, trying to keep it light. "Wasn't I supposed to be introducing her to the wonderful world of anal sex?!" I tried to make it sound like a joke, but I could hear the huge undercurrent of petty and lame in my words. 

Monica let me off the hook by dropping the topic, and suggesting maybe Kelly could take a few photos now. I felt a thrill at what she might have in mind, and I wasn't disappointed! I handed the camera to Kelly, and Monica discretely reached down and unzipped my fly. We stood facing a round clothing rack, and I stepped close and looked through the clothing as she slipped her hand through the fly of my shorts and maneuvered my underwear down and tucked the elastic under my balls. I couldn't begin to tell you what clothes I was looking at -- they could have been prom gowns or clown suits for all I knew!

I couldn't believe it when my wife eased my cock out of my shorts right there in the store! I stepped closer to the rack so I was right up against the clothes, and Monica stood right beside me and slowly stroked my cock. I was so excited I don't think I've ever been harder in my life. There were people nearby, probably less than ten feet away, and I kept my eyes peeled, terrified and electrified at the same time.

I had momentarily forgotten about Kelly, who sidled up to us and grumbled, "That looks fun, but I can't get any pics! You're too close to the rack."

We looked around and spotted a couple of rows of jeans near the back of the shop. Nobody was back there at the moment, it being the wrong season for heavy denim, so Monica managed to wedge my throbbing cock back into my fly and we headed in that direction. I didn't have time to zip up, so I hoped my fly wasn't gaping too widely as I walked with difficulty to the jeans racks, trying hard to keep up with Monica and Kelly. I smiled stupidly at the customers who looked at me as I passed. I felt like I had a unicorn horn.

We got in between the two racks of hanging jeans and got ourselves arranged so that Kelly could keep an eye out as she snapped photos. I thought Monica would just stroke me some more while we got some pics, but I was shocked when she dropped to her knees and pulled my cock back out! She turned a little so that Kelly had a good angle, and then she started sucking me recklessly. I was doubly turned on by the fact that her hands went to work on her own body, one hiking her skirt and fingering her pussy and the other popping a button on her blouse and slipping inside to caress her breast. Kelly shot photos from all angles as Monica worked us over.

I doubt she had been sucking me for more than two minutes, and I already felt the cum working its way into my shaft, getting ready to spurt! Wouldn't you know it, Kelly's busy activity had drawn some curious looks, and people were starting to show an interest in what was going on. 

Finally Kelly nudged Monica and said, "We'd better go! People are coming this way!" 

Quick as a flash, Monica had me tucked back in and stood up. She leaned close and whispered, "Too bad. I could taste delicious little dribbles. I was dying for you to shoot your load in my mouth right here!"

Well, I nearly came just from her saying that! I was actually starting to hurt pretty badly. I always figured blue balls was just a crock, but when I started walking toward the exit, I was in quite a bit of pain. It took a few steps before I could walk freely and stand up straight!

The crowning moment of our visit to the shop was when we approach the exit. A clerk came up to us and said, "Excuse me, sir. Um, I'm sorry to ask you this, but another customer said they saw you put something in your pocket." 

My heart had started pounding at his approach, thinking someone had complained about our little tryst, but now I had to suppress a crazy laugh. They thought I had shoplifted!! 

"Is there anything you'd like to pay for before you leave?" the clerk finished in his best retail-manager-busting-a-big-bad-shoplifter voice.

I just couldn't hold in the laugh any more, and he looked at me like I might be unbalanced. 

"No, I don't have anything in my pocket except what we brought with us," I answered, digging the panties and bra out of my pocket and thrusting them in his hand. "As you can see, they aren't new." I grinned what was probably a maniacal grin and watched to see what he would do.

He quickly looked at the underthings, and as soon as he realized the panties were wet, he flushed an absolute beet red. He had blonde hair, and I swear even his scalp turned red! I had to laugh as he handed them back to me like a hot potato, muttered "Sorry!" and turned to scurry away.

We laughed our way back out into the street, talking about what a close call that was. I was so horny I could have died, and said I wanted to get back home so we could put those toys to use.

"Oh, no!" Kelly said, and I was dismayed, thinking she didn't really want to explore anal play after all. I was relieved when she said, "Not yet, anyway! I want you to take just a couple more pictures first!" 

I was feeling impatient and painfully randy, but I was curious about these other pics, too, so I went along.

Kelly hurriedly led us to the park across the street. I thought she was going to flash some more, but got even more excited when she backed Monica against a big tree and said, "Get some pics of this, Mr. Mac!"

She stepped close to Monica, put her hands on Monica's shoulders, and drew her face close, stretching up on her toes to reach. There was a moment of charged indecision, where we all knew exactly what Kelly wanted to do, knew that my wife wanted it, too, but the bridge of space between their lips was still a huge threshold to cross. I got a photo of that moment, both sets of soft, moist lips parted but not yet committed to the kiss, faces tilted ever so slightly, desire manifest in the empty space between the two women, eyes locked on one another in a covenant of trust and passion, and it is one of the most erotic pictures I've ever taken. It only increases my appreciation that I am so intimate with both people in the shot. It's amazing.

The kiss, for all its public audacity, was tentative at first, slow, tender, and passionate, and I felt like a voyeur standing there taking photos. All those times watching Kelly through her window, I had felt excited and naughty, enjoying the taboo aspect of watching her, exposed in her intimate moments. As I watched her kissing my wife, though, I suddenly felt embarrassed. Don't get me wrong - my cock was hard as stone and my heart was pounding with excitement, but I also had to fight the urge to turn away and leave them to their moment. It was so strange and exciting, I'll never forget it.

I was astounded once again at what my young neighbor was willing to do in public, and was even more flummoxed that my wife went along with it! Like I've said, Monica isn't your conservative, prudish matron by any means, but she's never shown any inclination to do anything particularly outlandish or risky, either. You can imagine my astonishment, then, when Kelly began to nuzzle her neck and unbutton her blouse, and Monica did nothing to stop her! In fact, she leaned her head back against the tree and gently stroked Kelly's hair as deft fingers undid her top.

I felt a stab of panic when I realized just how far this might go. It was one thing to watch Kelly when we were both in the privacy of our homes; it didn't even frighten me too much to have taken pics as Kelly flashed quickly or showed off in a tantalizing way on the sidewalk. The store where Monica sucked me had plenty of cover for the careful exhibitionist. But this park was wide open, with broad grassy areas and huge trees generously spaced, providing some shade. True, the huge tree trunk blocked the view from the sidewalk closest to us, but there were people scattered all around us in the park. They were some distance away, and most were busy with their own activities, but they were moving constantly, and I was acutely aware of being exposed. Well, not me, but you know what I mean. I felt very conspicuous, taking pictures, like I was drawing people's attention to something they shouldn't be looking at.

God, it was exciting! I felt like I had a fever, almost. Still, I took frame after frame.

I got photos of Kelly pulling aside my wife's blouse and sucking her full breast as Monica pulled her head close and moaned. I got shots as Kelly kissed Monica again, this time spreading her blouse open and caressing her hard, wet nipples as she did. I got amazing images as Kelly slipped her fingertips into Monica's mouth and and then reached under her skirt to play with my wife's pussy. I still couldn't believe Monica was doing this!

I thought I might faint when Kelly looked into Monica's face, her fingers still working busily under the hiked-up skirt, and asked, "Mrs. Mac, can I please eat your pussy?"

Monica was clearly under our young neighbor's amazing spell, because she didn't refuse. 

Instead, she whispered in a raspy, shaking voice filled with fear and desire, "Here?!"

That single, indecisive question was the most powerful assent imaginable, acknowledgment that she had been overrun with desire and would do almost anything Kelly wanted.

I was glad it wasn't just me!

To my disbelief, Monica lowered her body to the grass, lying on her back with her knees up in the air, slightly parted. Kelly stretched out on her belly, spreading Monica's knees and burrowing her face between her legs. The tentativeness that marked their first kiss was gone, and Kelly lapped eagerly at my wife's wet slit. I got some amazing close-ups of her tongue dancing on the pearly button of Monica's clitoris.

I kept looking around nervously. With the two women laying down, they were much more visible from the street 50-some yards away, not to mention it was much more obvious what they were doing! 

I got caught up in people-watching for just a few moments. Mostly I was amazed at how incredibly unobservant most people seemed to be, like they were almost willfully ignoring what was right before their eyes. Most who did seem to catch a glimpse either looked quickly away or simply didn't seem to care. A few pointed or stared as they passed, talking with their companions. Looking around the park behind me, I noticed most people were equally oblivious, but a few had stopped to watch. They were far enough away that I couldn't make out any details, but I sure hoped none were calling the cops on their cell phones.

I was pulled from my imagined worries and people-watching by Monica's moaning and whimpering. I could tell she was trying to be quiet, but it seemed impossible for her to suppress her cries completely. I remembered the camera in my hands and took a bunch of pics just as she orgasmed, catching her face in the throes of ecstasy, and capturing Kelly's reddish-brown head wedged hungrily between Monica's fit thighs. They were lost in their own world, with Kelly stretched prostrate on her belly, like a nymph at Monica's juicy alter, and Monica totally unaware of her audience as she tugged at her own nipples at the peak of her climax. She arched her back and wrapped her legs around Kelly's head, something she has done to me hundreds of times, but I've never seen it from the outside before, and I felt a pang in my heart and my loins. Not jealousy, exactly. I think, in its simplest state, what I felt was just longing and desire, but infused with a richness and flavor I'd never experienced.




Guess What I Saw? Ch. 03



I was in a horrible, wonderful state -- aroused, excited, frightened, confused, flat-out horny -- and I needed badly for us to get home where we could be together without interruption. This public stuff is enticing and electrifying, but there is something to be said for devoting total attention to what you are doing.

I tried to be patient as the ladies got themselves composed. Monica's fingers shook uncontrollably as she buttoned her blouse, and she still had a catch in her breath when she drew the warm summer air deep into her lungs. Finally, we walked back to the car, exhausted but still looking forward to the next phase of our adventure. We had a bunch of toys to try out, and with any luck, I'd have my cock buried deep in Kelly's ass before it was over. I found myself having difficulty walking because of the delicious, dark, tugging ache that felt like it reached from my abdomen down to my balls, clutching them in a vice of agony and desire. I looked at my cell phone to check the time...

Oh man, speaking of time, would you look at that! I have to get going. I'm so sorry I can't finish the story today. You're gonna love hearing about what happened when we got back to the house, though. It was mind-blowing. 

I'll have to fill you in next time we talk. Hope to catch you soon! 



Guess What I Saw? Ch. 04



Hey everyone. I just have a short episode for you today, but hopefully it will hold you over until I get the next part finished. Enjoy, and have a great day! Erotick Writer

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Hi again! Good to see you. Sorry to leave you hanging last time. I know exactly how that feels. Boy, do I know how that feels!

Let's see, where did I leave off? Oh yeah, we had just finished taking pictures, and Kelly had just gone down on Monica right in the park! That was one uncomfortable walk back to the car, let me tell you. I was so turned on I almost felt like I had a fever, and after the unfinished blowjob in the tee-shirt shop I was aching. Talk about leaving a guy hanging – my poor balls felt like baseballs dangling down between my legs, and I seemed to have a perpetual erection now, rubbing against my shorts as I walked. It was a decidedly uncomfortable stroll, but I didn't mind too much.

Once we were back in the car and headed home, the dazed, overwhelmed excitement turned to animated chatter as Monica and Kelly began recounting their favorite parts of our outing. They started looking through the pictures on the LCD screen of the digital camera, Monica occasionally turning to the back seat to show Kelly a particularly nice image. I could tell by their comments that they liked what they saw.

"Oh my god!" Monica exclaimed, evidently arriving at the series showing her and Kelly in the park together. "I had no idea I looked so..." There was a long pause, and I was afraid she was going to be critical of how she looked or something, but then she continued "...I look so exposed! Jesus, there I am playing with my nipples for all the world to see! I didn't even know I was doing that!" 

She showed each image to Kelly, incredulous and excited at the brazen exhibitionism she had just played a starring role in, astounded to be seeing it through the voyeur's eyes, now. 

"Oh my goodness, Tony, you got a shot of her face as she's licking my pussy!!"She tried to show me, but I had to focus on driving, which was hard enough when I was just listening to them. Turning the screen back to Kelly, she said "You're so beautiful here! And it's so frigging hot!"

"Look there!" Kelly blurted, pointing at the screen. "Look, off to the edge there – people are standing and watching! You didn't tell us people were watching, Mr. Mac! You were supposed to be on lookout!"

"I was on lookout," I answered, really wanting to see the photo now, "but it was hard to keep an eye everywhere. I was distracted! Besides, if they weren't causing any problems and were far enough away, I didn't think it was a big deal."

It was obviously a big deal, but not in a bad way. Monica kept talking about how exciting it was to think of people watching while she had her first experience with a woman, and how sexy Kelly looked stretched out on her belly between her legs. Then they started talking about what it was like for Kelly to taste pussy for the first time, and how different it felt, and...

They were driving me crazy!! Crazy with lust.

"Hey, you two are killing me here. I am in serious distress, my nuts feel like they are about to explode..." As I said that, I felt a sudden, irrational wave of embarrassment about talking that way in front of Kelly, but I plodded on. "...my nuts feel like they are about to explode, and you guys talking about how amazing it was, is just torture."

Monica chuckled at my outburst, and I felt my face flush with shame. Here I was, whining about one of my life's most amazing sexual experiences. It really was torture, but it was exquisite torture.

Knowing me well, Monica caught my embarrassment immediately and decided to play. "Aw, poor Tony." She poured on the sarcasm, teasing me by using a baby-talk voice. "Is my little Tony all hot and bothered?" As she said that, she ran her fingers up my thigh, pushing the leg of my shorts up, stopping on my inner thigh just short of my groin. I let out a moan. 

"What do you think, Kelly," Monica continued in the baby talk voice, "should we take a little mercy on him?" Her hand moved from my thigh to my throbbing cock, brushing over it ever so lightly. "Or should we continue to torture him?" With that, she sat facing me and traced her fingertips over her own nipples, bringing them to attention beneath the fabric of her blouse and then tugging them playfully. I heard Kelly giggle in the back seat.

"It sure is kind of fun to torture him, Mrs. Mac," Kelly said, leaning forward and breathing right in my ear. "On the other hand, he's been so good to me." She said these words in a grown-up-little-girl voice reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe, and then she traced the outline of my ear with her wet, pink tongue, causing me to gasp out loud. Continuing in the teasing Marilyn voice, she added, "I just want to make sure he's still able to fuck my tight ass when we get back to the house..."

The crude language was a shock, especially delivered in that tiny voice, and I must have shown the surprise in my face, because both ladies laughed.

"Well, I know my Tony," Monica replied,"and I think we can count on him to deliver when we get home. Isn't that right, dear?"

"Yeah!" I breathed heavily, seeing sweet relief in sight. "Yeah, I'll be ready." Afraid I had assumed too much, and they were still just teasing me, I added, "Please?! I hurt so bad. Please? I promise I'll be ready."

Monica leaned over from the passenger side, and I thought she was about to kiss my neck or my ear, but instead she kissed Kelly. I was trying to drive down the freeway and was being driven nearly insane by the wet sound of their kisses. It was like someone eating a juicy peach right next to my ear, and I could feel the heat of their bodies and breath, despite the air conditioning. As of one mind, they moved their kiss closer to my ear and seamlessly began nibbling and nuzzling my neck and earlobe together. My cock was so hard and throbbing from electric fire flowing through me that I thought I might cum just from their lips on my skin. I felt ridiculous, like a teenager about to blow his load at the mere thought of a blowjob from the prom queen, but the afternoon had me that excited.

Monica kept licking and kissing my neck, and Kelly reached over the console and started to rub her hand over my chest and the strained fabric of my shorts. Monica unbuttoned my shirt and let Kelly run her fingers over my chest and nipples until they were perky and hard, and then she bent forward, licking and sucking them. Kelly began to rhythmically rub my cock through my shorts. The friction was almost painful, but it was also enormously stimulating.

In fact, it was so stimulating I realized I was just about to cum. 

"No, no! Stop! I'm gonna cum in my shorts!" I grunted as I tried to squirm away from the ladies' touch. "I'll make a mess!"

I looked over at Monica, and knew right away I had opened myself up for more teasing, because she had the most evil, fun smile I've ever seen spread across her face.

"Oh," she said with syrupy mock concern, "I guess Tony doesn't need to cum that bad after all, if he's worried about his silly shorts! Too bad, I was kind of hungry." She gave a teasing pout, and I just shook my head in exasperation. I was seriously frustrated, but I was also really enjoying the playing and teasing.

"I guess we're on our own," Monica said, turning to look at Kelly again. 

Kelly slid over to the passenger side of the back seat, right behind Monica. Playing along, she said, "That's OK, Mrs. Mac, I think we can take care of ourselves." With that, she leaned forward and licked my wife's ear and neck as she had so recently done to me. She reached around the seat, fondling Monica's breasts and playing with the buttons on her blouse, slowly unbuttoning them as she kissed and nibbled. Just to drive me even crazier, she said "I sure wish you could go down on me right now, Mrs. Mac. I haven't felt your tongue on my pussy, yet."

Both women's hands began to wander and soon they were each fingering themselves, Monica with her skirt hiked up and Kelly with her tiny shorts unbuttoned again. Monica was leaned back in her seat, and Kelly was still caressing and kissing her hair and ears. Monica reached back over her shoulder with the hand that wasn't buried in her pussy, petting Kelly's hair. For her part, Kelly kept playing with Monica's exposed breasts with her free hand. Without thinking of it, I hand began touching myself too, trying to watch the girls and the road simultaneously.

I was startled by the sound of a horn, and swerved a little bit as I jumped, thinking maybe I had drifted out of my lane. It turns out a couple of teenage girls had pulled alongside and noticed Monica and Kelly going at it. They were laughing and gesturing, giving the thumbs up and poking pink tongues between v-shaped fingers, the universal sign for eating pussy. We all just kind of laughed and waved, and they drove on, but it kind of shocked me out of my daydream, and I was thankful it wasn't a cop.

I was no less turned on though, and I was thinking I really wasn't going to get the attention I wanted before we got home. We were only ten or fifteen minutes away, and I found myself getting into a bit of a funk, in spite of myself. 

The girls seemed to notice and take pity on me. Monica leaned over and said "Poor Tony," this time with some real sympathy mixed with the playfulness. She started playing with my chest again and unbuttoned my overworked shorts, letting my cock spring free at last. 

At the sight of my rod, Kelly reached up between the seats and said, "Oooo, let me!" and began to stroke me. She tugged in long strokes, gripping tightly so my skin moved along with her hand, stretching it taught at each extreme and stimulating my balls with the movement. I couldn't have done better myself.

Monica continued to caress my chest, occasionally dipping her head to lick my sensitive nipples, other times nibbling my ear. She whispered, "Tell me when you're going to cum. I really am hungry." I knew it wouldn't be long after that.

I struggled to keep control of the car as I approached climax, finding it harder and harder to pay attention to my speed and too befuddled to set the cruise control. I felt myself cumming at last in a huge rush, and I said "OK, now!" just moments before I began to jet. Monica took me in her mouth as Kelly expertly jerked me to completion, carefully milking every last drop into Monica's waiting mouth. As I rode the wave of sensation down from its crest, I realized I had slowed down to about forty-five miles per hour, so I quickly corrected and brought the car back of to the speed limit. I watched as Monica sat up from my lap. She had already swallowed my seed but turned to kiss Kelly with the taste of my semen fresh on her lips. I moaned in a state of ecstasy, relief and endorphins flooding my bloodstream.

The rest of the trip home was a complete blur. The next thing I knew, I was parking the car in the garage. Kelly and Monica were out of the car in a flash, but I was moving kind of slowly. Despite my bragging about always being ready, I was feeling a little drained, no pun intended.

When I got to the kitchen, the ladies were getting cold drinks from the fridge and offered me one, too. I took it gratefully, and we all headed for the living room. To my surprise and delight, Kelly began stripping out of her clothes right away, and went over to open the curtains all the way.

"God, I love the sunshine!" she purred as the rays bathed her small, slim body. 

I thought again about what it was going to feel like to take her in that tiny, tight bottom, and the stirring in my pants reassured me I would be ready, after all.

"Kelly, what if your family sees us through the window?" Monica asked, a bit of excitement grappling with the nervousness in her voice.

"I don't think they will," Kelly said, glancing back out the window, "and I'm willing to take the chance, anyway!" I thought I saw her eyes dart to the upstairs window, but I couldn't be sure.

And with that, she emptied the bag of toys we had bought, and began choosing something to play with...

Sadly, I'll have to continue another time. Sorry for the short visit today, but I'll be back as soon as I can. What happened next was totally mind-blowing!! See you soon.



Guess What I Saw? Ch. 05



I think this will be the final chapter for Tony, Monica, and Kelly. But are our voyeurs and exhibitionists being watched? Hope you enjoy this chapter! 

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Hi again. I am so sorry for leaving you hanging last time. I PROMISE I'll tell you all about the rest of our afternoon this time.

Well, when I last left you, Kelly (my hot 18 year old neighbor), Monica (my hot 50 year old wife), and I had just gotten back from buying sex toys and taking pictures, all of which was a prelude to fulfilling Kelly's request to introduce her to anal sex. (She wants to "technically" remain a virgin so she can get married in her church one day, remember? Craziness, I know.) When I left off before, Kelly was emptying the bag of sex toys and opening them up like a kid at Christmas. We washed them all thoroughly and then got down to the hard work of deciding which to try first.

Since Kelly had jerked me off into Monica's mouth on the way home, I was feeling a little spent. Seeing the girls mess with the toys had my cock showing signs of life, but I was content to just watch and recover for a while, sipping my cool drink.

They settled on the first toy they had messed around with at the store, the double ended dildo. It was a clear pink color, and the package said it was 18 inches long. It looked every bit of it, too, especially compared to Kelly's petite body and face. I had little doubt that the girls could make good use of it, though.

Monica took charge and held the dong up to Kelly's face. Kelly opened her mouth with an air of sweet surrender, letting Monica know with the subtlest of expressions that she could do with the dong whatever she wanted. Holding it near the middle, Monica slid it between pink, waiting lips, moving ever so gently and slowly. I found myself instantly on the edge of my seat. I really wanted to see how far down her throat Kelly could take it, but I was forced to wait as Monica slowly and tenderly slid just a few inches of it in and out of Kelly's mouth. I could see saliva glistening as it coated the pink dildo and wet Kelly's soft lips.

Both women were standing, Kelly naked and Monica still fully dressed, not that she was dressed in a lot. Her underthings had been ditched earlier, but she still wore her button-down blouse and her skirt. I think I might have moaned a little as Kelly slowly sank to her knees, kneeling in subservient, naked glory before Monica. There was just something amazing about seeing my wife in such an implied position of power over my sweet sexy neighbor.

Monica must have inferred that Kelly was willing to take much more, because she began pumping the double dildo deeper into her mouth. My wife could never be called cruel or even forceful, but Kelly's overt surrender brought out an aggressive side to her I had never seen before. I have to admit, it turned me on immensely. Kelly instinctively folded her hands behind her back and looked up at Monica, practically begging her to force the dildo down her throat, to test her limits and see just how much she could take. As I said before, my dick isn't tiny by any stretch, but soon my wife was sliding well over half of the dildo down Kelly's throat, maybe ten or eleven inches - several inches more than I could ever give her. I was amazed that she could allow the shaft to penetrate so deeply without gagging much at all. I could see the dildo expanding her throat and causing her runner's veins to stand out with each deep thrust, and my poor cock strained against my shorts once again, torturing me with the pleasure of a full raging hard-on.

Saliva dripped down Kelly's chin in glistening ropes, and after a good ten minutes of fucking her mouth with the dong, Monica stopped and then bent to lick and kiss the wetness from her face. They kissed for several minutes, Monica bent to Kelly's upturned face, her hands caressing her bare, hard nipples and small firm breasts.

They were driving me CRAZY again. I loved it!

Monica knelt beside Kelly and started sucking on one end of the double dildo. Kelly caught on right away and started sucking the other end. Monica held the shaft firmly in the middle with her fist, and for a while neither woman made any motion to deepthroat or anything, they just slowly gave head while looking into one another's eyes. Gradually they started going deeper and deeper until, with each stroke, they touched Monica's hand with wet lips. Soon Monica released her grip entirely, and they moved toward one another's faces until, amazingly, they met in the middle. Monica wrapped her hands around the back of Kelly's neck and began controlling the motion, drawing them apart and then back together, meeting in the middle for a kind of open-mouthed kiss, with the dildo wedged down each of their throats.

Then Monica gripped her end of the dildo between her teeth, with only a few inches in her mouth, so that an enormous length of dong protruded, and she began to fuck Kelly's mouth this way, her head bobbing as she slid the pink shaft into the wet, pink, acquiescent "O" of Kelly's mouth. After a few minutes of this, probing deeper and deeper all the time, she finally found Kelly's limit - not that it seemed to bother Kelly, really. It was just that the dildo would fit no further. I saw the smallest of spasms ripple across Kelly's torso as she suppressed a gag, but that was it. Still, she had to have fit at least 11 or 12 inches past her lips. I was gripped with lust and amazement.

"That's it, you're the champ!" Monica joked as she set aside the dildo and caught her breath. "I don't know how you can do it."

"Me either," Kelly giggled, almost shyly.

Monica stretched like a cat and said, "Anyone who can deepthroat like that deserves a good orgasm." A pensive look came over her as she continued, "I've never gone down on a woman, so I don't know if I'll be any good, but I'd love to taste you..."

"Please do, Mrs. Mac," Kelly answered almost before Monica had finished speaking. "I'm sure you'll do great!"

Monica stood and helped Kelly to her feet. She quickly stripped out of her skirt and blouse before hugging Kelly close and kissing her deeply. The sight of my wife's tall, tan form against my young lover's pale, compact, athletic body cause yet another surge of adrenaline. All that beautiful skin!

Monica layed Kelly down on her back on the plush carpet, illuminated and dappled in the bright checkerboard of sun that shone through the framed windowpanes. She knelt and gently spread Kelly's thighs and nestled between them. Her dark hair spilled in a cascading fan over Kelly's smooth white stomach as she kissed all around the already-glistening labia, tonguing those magical hollows between pussy and leg, and using her fingers to probe the clitoral hood. Finally, with a deep moan, she let her tongue slip into Kelly's hot, wet little slice of heaven. Then, both women were moaning as Monica licked and slurped, gaining confidence with every flash of her tongue.

I couldn't take any more watching, and stood to take off my clothes. I started to move in behind Monica so I could fuck her from behind as she ate Kelly, but as I tried to lift her hips a bit, she shooed me away.

"You already got off, you greedy thing! Besides, you've had her to yourself long enough -- it's my turn!" she teased. "Now go sit back down!"

Thus chastened, I went back to my seat, absentmindedly stroking myself as I watched the incredible show in front of me.

Monica plied her tongue with focused intensity, and soon Kelly was writhing as her muscles rippled with the pleasure flowing through them. She grabbed Monica's hair and pulled her face hard into her wetness. Bucking and moaning, Kelly rode a wave of fire into a huge orgasm, crying out and wrapping her legs around Monica's neck in the throes of it's grip. Monica didn't pause for a moment, and I could hear the wet slurping sounds as she lapped up the flood of sweet juices flowing from Kelly's tiny pink flower.

With only a moment's pause, Kelly was up and kissing Monica's dripping face, tenderly sucking Mon's bottom lip into her mouth and probing with her tongue.

"Again?" she asked plaintively. "Please!"

Without waiting for a reply, she eased Monica onto her back and then straddled her face. If the sight of Monica stretched between Kelly's legs was hot, the sight of Kelly riding my wife's face was fucking unbelievable. She swiveled her hips with lithe grace and ground her pussy onto Monica's furiously working tongue. Monica reached up with both hands, holding onto and caressing Kelly's tight ass and hips. It was hypnotizing, watching the smooth, flowing symphony of movement as Monica's full breasts moved and swayed with the motion of Kelly's hips. As if she knew I was thinking about breasts, Monica moved her hands up Kelly's body and began to rub and tweak the tiny pink nubs of her nipples, which stood proudly atop the small smooth mounds of her breasts. In much less time than it took for her to get off the first time, Kelly reached another orgasmic peak, crying out "Oh, oh, oh, ooohh!!" as her body shuddered and shook. 

After her climax subsided, she climbed off her perch and snuggled with Monica to catch her breath for a few minutes. I let them be calm and peaceful for a while as they shared a bond of mutual pleasure and exploration. The sunlight had shifted across the carpeted floor, and now only their intertwined legs were illuminated by its warm golden glow.

I soon found myself stroking my cock again and raring to go. I couldn't wait any longer!

"Come on ladies, I think you've caught up to me now, right? Let's try out some more of those toys."

I picked out the butt plug next and grabbed a bottle of lube from the bedroom.

The two women got up languidly from the floor and stretched in the sunlight, once more reminding me of cats. Monica helped Kelly onto her hands and knees and gave her a quick kiss before settling beside me to watch. I decided to start off by trying to get her tight little hole relaxed some, so I got behind her and started playing with her bottom a little, licking and kissing her butt cheeks and her crack as I had done the very first time we were together. I spread her cheeks and tasted her sweet juices where they had flowed into her crack. Wetting her pink, clean anus with my tongue, I began to finger it just a little, not really inserting my finger, but exploring and putting a bit of pressure on it just to get her used to the feeling. Her squirming and moaning told me she was enjoying things so far. At last she relaxed enough so I was able to slip the tip of my tongue past the tight knot of her anus, and she let out a deep sigh of satisfaction. After a few minutes of tonguing her ass, I was ready to burst -- my aching cock was dying to be swallowed by that tight little sphincter, but I wanted to make this hurt as little as possible for her.

"OK, Kelly, are you ready to try the butt plug? I'll go slow."

She looked back over her shoulder at me, chewing lightly on her bottom lip, and nodded with a smile that I thought was a little frightened. Monica reached out and petted her lower back, comforting her gently. 

I lubed up the plug and began teasing her ass with it, probing just a little bit and circling it around the rim in tiny circles. At last I slid about an inch or so inside her, and she let out a loud moan. 

"Feel good?" I asked her.

"Yeah, but it hurts a little, too. Go slow," she answered in a breathy voice.

I was worried that it hurt already, because I hadn't put the plug in very far at all. It was at a section that was maybe as big around as my thumb, and she had a long way to go before she had the whole buttplug in, much less my cock. I looked at Monica, and she seemed to know what I was thinking, because she started to kiss and caress Kelly in order to distract and relax her.

I kept working the plug in deeper just a little at a time, then backing off to a comfortable level. Doing this, we got to within maybe a half inch of the widest part of the plug, but by this time Kelly was calling out and even crying a little. I really didn't want to hurt her, but I have to admit that my cock was throbbing along with my pounding heart at the sight.

"Oh, Mr. Mac! I don't know if I can do this!" Kelly cried after I had plunged the buttplug deeper yet, nearly getting to the widest section. "What if I can't take it?!"

I could tell she was starting to get distressed now, in addition to dealing with the pain, and I knew that would only make it hurt more because her muscles would be tight. I stopped trying to get the plug in any deeper and instead just played lightly with the tip against her anus.

"I have an idea," said Monica suddenly. "Let's try something else!" And she got up to grab the strap-on, which I had almost forgotten. 

She put on the strap-on and stood in front of Kelly, with her "penis" in front of Kelly's face. 

"Why don't you give me one of those amazing blowjobs Tony has told me about and forget all about him back there?" 

Kelly obliged, and soon the slender dong of the strap-on was disappearing into her mouth. I think Monica really liked the stimulation of being in the dominant position, because the pleasure on her face looked totally real, as if she could feel the sensation of having her "cock" sucked. As happened with the double-ended dildo, she seemed to tap into an inner dom that she doesn't usually exhibit, and soon she was fucking Kelly's face hard! I was surprised and incredibly turned on by the sight of my wife thrusting the dong into our young neighbor's mouth completely up to her pubis. She liked to go fast, too, until Kelly would start to retch a little bit, and then she would slow down and let her catch her breath.

I took advantage of Kelly's distraction, just as Monica had planned, and started exploring further with the butt plug. I still went slowly, gradually working it in, but it was getting deeper than it had before, and I thought we would be able to get it fully inserted. I had been having doubts until Monica's bright idea!

I could tell it was still hurting, because Kelly moaned and whined in response to some of the deeper thrusts. I could hardly believe how huge the plug looked entering her tiny body. Finally, during a particularly energetic flurry of throat fucking from Monica, I slipped the buttplug fully home. As it passed her anus, the strong sphincter snapped tight in the groove at the base of the plug, gripping it tightly so that only the flange protruded. I thought we were home free.

"Take it out! Oh god, it hurts, take it out, Mr. Mac!" Kelly had jerked her face away from the strap-on and there were tears streaming down her cheeks, partly from the intensity of Monica's adventures with the strap-on, but partly from the pain, too. "Oh shit, I don't think I can do this!!"

I felt horribly upset and surprised, obviously because she was in pain, but also because she had cursed! In all our talks I had never heard her curse in anger, and I think it drove home just how distressed and in pain she was. The shock rattled my brain and I couldn't think what to do right away, and Kelly was looking at me, her eyes pleading for me to take the plug out. She practically vibrated with discomfort and agitation.

"OK, all right, I'll take it out!" I blurted.

"No, wait a minute." Monica's calm voice surprised me. She stroked her hand down Kelly's back and caressed her hair. "Breathe deep, sweetheart. Your muscles are spasming, but they'll stop. Just relax, breathe, the worst is over, breathe..." Her voice was like a mantra that seemed to penetrate Kelly's discomposure and started to calm her down.

"It'll be better if you can leave it in, honey. Your body will get used to it. Just relax and breathe," I said, matching Monica's hypnotic, soothing tone. For the first time in a while I felt the conflicting influence of parental protectiveness and lover's desire. I wanted her to be OK, not to hurt, but I was also REALLY turned on and really wanted her more than ever. The result was a sensation of almost incestuous shame, but it didn't even begin to tame the fire burning in my heart and throbbing in my cock.

After a time of quiet, calming, murmuring and comforting touch from both of us, Kelly began to breathe more normally and her tears dried on her face. Soon enough, she seemed recovered enough for me to ask if she wanted to continue. Now that the pain wasn't so excruciating, she seemed willing and even a little excited to keep going. 

"Yes, Mr. Mac, let's keep going. I really want to do this, and it would be dumb to stop after getting this far." 

My heart charged with a new flood of adrenaline, spurred by her words. It looked like this was going to happen after all!

I managed to get the buttplug back out, which was a bit of a challenge because her strong anal sphincter had gripped onto it tightly, and because it caused a new wave of spasming and pain, but it didn't seem to be nearly as bad nor last as long as before. In fact, I spent a few minutes working it in and out past the thickest part, to get her ready to accept my cock.

Finally, the moment of truth. I laid the buttplug aside, and Kelly moved to the couch. She leaned back against the cushions, slouching low and leaning her head back, looking up at me expectantly. Monica sat beside her for moral support (and later, to play with her nipples and clit!). I lubed up my shaft really well and moved between her legs, lifting them and getting her into position so the angle was just right. She was so light I could move her like a doll. I placed the head of my cock against her tight little hole and started to apply pressure. Kelly gasped out loud as the head of my penis slipped past the tight balloon knot of her anus, and I stayed right there for a moment to let her get used to the feeling.

"Doing OK?" I asked, trying to read the expression on her face. Pain and pleasure can look so alike, and sometimes are mingled inextricably together.

"Yeah," she said in a raspy whisper, "but go slow. It really hurts, Mr. Mac." She gave me a tight smile. "It feels good, though, too. Really good. Don't stop."

I gradually slid my throbbing cock deeper into Kelly's tight bottom, carefully watching her face and gauging her reaction. After each advance, I stayed still for a moment and then gradually pulled back out a fraction, making a very slow and careful back-and-forth motion. In this way I was able to get at least 2/3 of my length inside her. At that point, though, I began to feel some resistance and Kelly said she was feeling an odd pressure and pain deep inside. I knew right away what she was experiencing -- Kelly was so small I was coming up against the curve where the rectum turns into the colon. I told her what was happening, and reminded her to breathe and relax. 

Monica knew exactly what Kelly was feeling, too, and began to kiss her and suckle her nipples. She even began to rub her clitoris. The combination of pleasurable stimulus, excitement, and desire worked wonders, and soon I had my cock all the way inside her. I have to say, it felt amazing. I could feel each tight muscle, each curve and fold, every sensation amplified by the circumstances and by the slow deliberate movements I was making to ensure Kelly's comfort. Once I got my full length inserted up her ass, I began to slowly stroke back and forth. At first I only moved a few inches in and out, but I worked slowly up to the point where I was gently sliding my full length in and out of her tight asshole. I think the most incredible feeling was when I had drawn almost my entire length out of her, and the tight muscle of her anus gripped the sensitive ridge just below the head of my cock. I loved holding my cock right there and almost, just almost, pulling out, but always keeping the head just inside. She moaned and smiled when I did that, so I think it must have felt pretty amazing to her, too. When I would slide it back into her, I could actually see my shaft moving the smooth flat skin of her lower belly, distending her abdomen just a little, like a baby kicking in it's mother's womb. I couldn't believe how deep inside her I was penetrating -- it was truly mind-blowing!




Guess What I Saw? Ch. 05



I can't begin to describe all of the thoughts and emotions going through my mind right then. I never dreamed, as a fifty-year-old man, that I would be ass-fucking a beautiful eighteen year-old while my loving wife sucked her nipples, kissed her neck, and rubbed her pussy. You can imagine how overwhelmed I felt. It was one of the most intense experiences I've ever had.

Once Kelly was able to take my full length pretty easily, I could scarcely wait to get her on her hands and knees and butt-fuck her doggy style. I absolutely love the view, the angle is perfect, and it appeals to my dominant side. Even hotter, Monica wanted Kelly to eat her pussy again while I pumped her ass. I was literally light-headed at the thought. Kelly put a cushion below the picture window, motioning for Monica to lay down. When Monica was settled, Kelly nestled between her legs with her own ass high in the air, an invitation I couldn't resist. I crouched behind her, and plunged my cock back into her tight ass. She was ready for me now, and accepted my rod without hesitation. 

My god, what a sight! I had a perfect view of my wife being pleasured by Kelly's adept mouth, and my manhood being buried balls deep in Kelly's small, perfectly shaped ass. One great thing about being with a tiny woman is that it makes even a medium sized dick like mine look huge, which was quite an ego booster and turn on. 

I had to struggle hard to hold off my orgasm -- I wanted to wait until Monica got off before I shot my load. I didn't need to wait long, because she was soon in the grip of a screaming climax, grabbing Kelly's hair and pulling her face hard against her gushing pussy. It was just too much, and after a couple more deep thrusts into Kelly's ass I felt myself pass the point of no return! A huge wave of electrifying pleasure passed through me, centering in my loins, and I pulled out and sprayed a geyser of hot white cum over Kelly's back. It spread in ropey streams of white and pooled in the dimples above her ass. I don't think I had ever ejaculated so copiously. When I was drained, she was drenched. Monica roused herself and blew my poor mind even further by licking every drop of my gooey jizz from Kelly's body and then kissing her deeply with my cum still in her mouth. I could see pearly white semen at the corners of their mouths as their tongues entwined in an amazingly erotic dance. 

As if we hadn't already had an earth-shattering experience, Kelly displayed her youth by saying matter-of-factly that she wanted more. Now that she had experienced anal, she wanted more. Now! 

Well, I was spent. There was no way I could get it up again right away, so Kelly suggested I eat her pussy and make her cum while Monica fucked her ass with the strap-on. This we proceeded to do! Monica sat on the couch, Kelly straddled her reverse-cowgirl with the slim strap-on impaling her ass, and I dined on sweet, juicy goodness. In fact, I was able to finger Monica, too, as she fucked Kelly.

Good lord, what an afternoon. I felt as if I had died and gone to heaven, when both ladies got off one more time.

As we settled on the couch in the afterglow, we all seemed to be in a haze. Kelly nestled between Monica and I, all of us tired, sleepy, and happy. I had a brief stab of that almost-incestuous guilt again, because Kelly seemed so much like a daughter snuggled between her parents, but the feeling quickly passed. I reminded myself that, though the situation was unusual, we were all consenting adults. My mind wandered through pleasant remembrances of our adventures together as we nearly dozed.

Sexual hunger sated, we soon realized that we weren't only sleepy and happy, we were hungry! I offered to go grab us a bite from the kitchen, and as I got up from the couch I saw the curtains in Kelly's bedroom window swish shut. I remembered seeing her glance up there earlier, and my wheels started turning. 

"Kelly, is anyone home at your house?" I asked, a bit nervous.

She smiled an enigmatic smile as she drew her bare knees up and wrapped her arms around them. "Just my sister," she said with a twinkle in her eye.

"I didn't know she was back in town?" I questioned, momentarily confused.

"Oh, not her. Kayla. Kayla's the one who's home."

Kayla was Kelly's younger sister. 

Holy fuck.

"Shit, Kelly, do you think she saw anything? She's just a kid! Christ, what if she tells your parents? She's just a kid!" I repeated. The nagging panic I felt upon seeing the curtain move had bloomed into raw fear, and my words rattled out like my fears bouncing around inside me. My unrest spread to Monica, too. She moved nervously, not knowing what to do. 

"Mr. Mac, she's not a kid anymore! She looks really young, but she's less than a year younger than me. In fact, yesterday was her birthday. I told her, if she wanted the best birthday present ever, she should keep an eye out when we got home today. And she did. I bet she's been watching the whole time."

"Kelly, you didn't!" I exclaimed just as Monica said something too. I didn't hear the words, but they didn't sound happy. 

Kelly laughed her happy, still-innocent laugh. And despite all the escapades we've been through, she really IS innocent, in a way.

"Yeah, I did!" She giggled again. "See, Kayla is the only other member of the family who is... well, she's like me, you know? And we talk about everything, now that she's gotten older. So, with her birthday yesterday, I just thought she might like to watch. She was very excited about it. She thinks she might even want to join us. I can't wait to ask her what she thought about seeing me get ass-fucked for the first time!"

"Jeez, Kelly, do you think that's a good idea?" I asked, still a bit disbelieving and in shock.

"What's the matter, Mr. Mac? Mrs. Mac? Come on! Don't you like the idea of playing with two eighteen year-old virgins?" She giggled again, a sweet musical sound with an undercurrent of lusty humor, knowing the answer and enjoying our discomfiture. "It's a limited time offer, though. I won't be eighteen much longer!"

Holy crap, my life just keeps getting more complicated! Complicated, but good. Very damned good!