0 comments/ 47135 views/ 1 favorites Peeping? By: minifun Thanks guys :) ***** He's there again. No matter what time I get off from work, he is always there. I feel like I have my own personal bodyguard. I don't really need one, my neighborhood is quiet, mostly elderly couples, and a few single men and women. I've always felt safe working the night shift at the bank. Bus stop is at my corner, living in a ranch-style house, I felt very safe. That is until 3 weeks ago. I noticed him as soon as I stepped off the bus. Across the street, standing close enough to the streetlight for me to make out a tall, dark well built figure, with a baseball cap shielding his facial features from my view. I had never seen anyone on the street before on my way home so it unnerved me for a minute when he started walking on his side of the street as I walked down my side. I slowed as I reached my house, and felt some relief when he kept walking. I didn't wait to see where he went, I rushed into my place and made sure everything was locked tight as a drum. I did not realized how scared I was until I started unbuttoning my blouse and couldn't. My hands were shaking too hard to work right. I decided to skip my nightly routine and went straight to bed. After a few days, I got used to seeing him there. Actually, I would look for him before I even stepped off the bus. He would be there, which would bring a small smile to my lips. Sometimes he would start walking before I did. Of course being a female, I had to check out the rear package. I just love looking at a man from behind, and this guy had an ass that just begged to be pinched! I finally settled back into my nightly routine about a week after acquiring my sexy bodyguard with the great ass. Slowly undressing, rubbing my hands over my body as I removed each article of clothing. Pinching my nipples, rubbing my hands over my ass, then heading to the shower. Stepping back into my bedroom, I looked out my window. He was there! Staring at my naked body! I ran for the phone, he ran away. Skipping the rest of my routine, I jumped into the bed with the phone and covered myself from head to toe. I listened for sounds of a break-in, but heard none, then drifted off to sleep. I awoke the next morning, my eyes turning right to my bedroom window, thinking to myself, "where are you?" All day long, my thoughts went to the man I saw in my window. I must have gone to my bedroom window a hundred times before I left for work. Staring out, remembering. I wasn't very useful at work that night either. Everything I did had to be done over. Not even my favorite coworker, Kenny, was happy with my performance. Kenny pulled me aside during our break. "What is wrong with you tonight Rose? I haven't seen you make so many mistakes since your first day!" "I'm sorry, Kenny, I had a bad experience last night." I told Kenny about the man following me home and looking into my window. "What!? Why didn't you go ahead and call the police?" Kenny asked after I told him what happened. "What was I supposed to tell them, "Officers, there was this man with a great ass peeking through my window. Can you find him for me? Kenny, the only description I can give the police is that he's at least 6 feet tall if not taller." "You're right, Rose," Kenny said. " Do you want me to go home with you tonight?" "No, I'm not afraid of him. Thanks for the offer though," I said smiling at Kenny. "Damn, shot down again! I am beginning to believe I will never get into your pants." "Your wife will be happy to know that, I'm sure." I laughed as I went back to work. Kenny asked one more time about going home with me, after our shift was over. For some reason, I just don't feel threatened by this man's presence. When I got off the bus, he wasn't there. Instead of relief, disappointment crept in. I slowly walked home, looking back every once in a while. Looking for my bodyguard. Undressing for my shower, I looked out my bedroom window. He wasn't there. I felt a little better after my shower, the tension of the past few days almost gone. Coming into my bedroom, my eyes went straight to the window. He was there! He held a finger to his lips shaking his head. He motioned for me to come closer to the window. I walked closer. His finger slid down from his lips to his chest. I looked down at mine then back at him. He was nodding his head. He wanted me to take the towel off that I had wrapped around my body. I let it fall to the floor. My hands covered my breasts, I stepped closer to the window. He was smiling and nodding. He rubbed his finger in a circle on his chest. I started pinching my nipples between my fingers. He put his finger to his lips again, I sucked on my finger. Popping it out of my mouth, I rubbed it against my nipple, making it stiff between my fingers. Closing my eyes, I started massaging my breasts, feeling the warmth of desire slowly spread through my body. One hand slowly slid down my stomach, stopping at the joining of my thighs. I open my eyes, staring out the window as I spread my fingers wide. He had moved closer, his smile urging me to continue. I placed my foot on the edge of the bed, my fingertips lightly brushing over the lips. Sliding two fingers between them, spreading for him to see how wet I had become. Pinching my clit between my fingers, MMMmmmmmmm, feeling my clit grow hard and hot. Sliding my fingers inside, my thumb flicking over and over my clit. A calming warmth spreading through my body, my fingers move slowly in and out. Staring out the window, I see his tongue slide over his lips. I slowly pull my fingers out. I rub them over one of my hard nipples. I look at him one more time before lowering my head, lifting my breast to my mouth. Flicking my tongue out at the wet nipple. Circling it with the tip of my tongue. I raise my eyes to him, then suck my nipple greedily, tasting myself. Popping my nipple out of my mouth, licking around the areola as I return my fingers to my pussy. Pushing them in as deep as I can. Looking out the window, watching him, his hand on his chest. I squeeze my breast hard as I move three fingers in and out of my wet, hot box, faster. Pumping my fingers in and out harder, my body humming with the need to cum. Closing my eyes, screaming out as my orgasm hits me. My fingers deep inside me, wiggling them as my cum coats them. I slowly pull them away and open my eyes. He's gone! I awoke the next afternoon, later than usual, feeling horny as hell! I couldn't believe I masturbated in front of a stranger! I showered and started dressing for work. Opening my lingerie drawer, I forgot to get my clothes from the laundry. I'll be late for work, today will have to be a panty-less day. All the way to work, all I could think about was how much more intense my orgasm was. I looked around the bus, there was no one sitting around me, I slid my hand between my thighs. The heat between my legs made it hard to resist rubbing my fingers up and down against my pants. I could feel my fingers getting wet. I licked my fingers, tasting just a hint of my juices. The bus made a sudden stop. I looked up, the bus driver was staring at me through the mirror, with a big smile on his face! As I got off the bus, the driver said with a wink, "I could have licked your fingers for you." I made it to work with enough time to get a drink from the break room. Kenny and a few others were there with the same idea. Kenny came over to me with a cup of coffee for me. For some reason, I looked at Kenny in a different way today. We always flirted with each other, harmless fun to pass the time. "Kenny, I sure wish you weren't married." "Why is that Rose?" Kenny asked, giving me his sly grin that told me he knew why. "Because if you weren't married, I would take you in a closet right now and strip you naked and have my way with you." I had to laugh, to keep him from knowing how serious I was. "I'll work on that," Kenny replied, laughing with me. All night, I kept glancing over at Kenny. Watching every movement he made. I found myself making several trips to the bathroom, to masturbate. Thinking about what it would be like to have Kenny's fingers rubbing over my clit. Sliding his fingers inside me, twisting them in and out. Close to cumming, an image of his wife would slow my fingers, and I would go back to work. This night couldn't end soon enough for me, I started cleaning up, preparing for tomorrow earlier than normal. Kenny walked out with me, saying goodnight. This time, he kissed me on my lips, not my cheek as usual. Surprised by the kiss, I just stared at him. I couldn't say anything. Feeling warmth spread through my body that I only felt when I masturbated. I almost missed my stop, thinking about that innocent kiss. The kiss forgotten as soon as I saw my "bodyguard." We walked together down our sides of the street. He kept walking on as I entered my house. Taking my clothes off as I went straight to my bedroom. Opening the blinds, looking for him. The doorbell rang. Throwing my shirt back on, I nervously went to answer it. Looking through the peephole, I could see the back of a man, with a baseball cap. My Peeping Tom from last night?! Fear crept into my heart. The lust filled thoughts of last night and today gone. I had dreams of him coming to my bed, touching me everywhere, setting my body on fire. Now the thought of rape or death took hold of me. The doorbell rang again, causing me to jump and my heart to stop. I looked around for something to use as a weapon. I picked up a vase, shouting nervously, "Who is it?" "It's me, Kenny." Kenny? I looked out the peephole again. It was Kenny, no man in a baseball cap. I sat the vase back down on the stand and opened the door. "What are you doing here at this time of night? Did you bring your wife with you?" Looking Kenny over from head to toe, I saw no sign of a baseball cap. Realizing that it must have been the need for sex that caused me to see Kenny as the man following me, my heart slowly reached it's normal rate. My fingers, clutching my shirt tightly to my chest, eased their grip. Focusing on Kenny again, I noticed his eyes moving over my body. "Kenny?" "What?" Kenny looked up at my face. "Why are you here, where is Dana?" What I saw in his eyes told me it wasn't good what he was about to tell me. "That's why I'm here. Dana left me. She's been gone for weeks now. I just couldn't face going home tonight. I needed to talk to someone, I hope you don't mind me coming by like this." "No, of course not! Come in, we can talk as long as you need to." Kenny walked into my living room. Walking behind him, watching his walk, brought back the thought of my peeper. No, he couldn't be. I've worked with Kenny for years, I would have known right away that the man following me at night was Kenny. I sat down next to Kenny on the sofa, curling my legs beneath me. "Tell me what happened." Kenny watched me sit. His eyes slowly moving up my body, stopping at my breasts. In my haste to answer the door, I hadn't buttoned all the buttons on my shirt. Looking down, I could see the curve of one breast and practically half of the other. I pulled my legs out and shifted in my seat, trying to close the gap in my shirt. "Rose, I have wanted to tell you for some time now that Dana left. I just couldn't get past the pain and anger until tonight. She got a promotion at her job. The new position moved her to California. I told her I didn't want to move off the East Coast. We argued about the move until the day she left. She left yesterday, leaving it up to me to join her. Rose, she told me, it didn't matter to her whether I came or not." Kenny sounded like his world had just ended. I reached over for his hand. I heard a soft low moan. Looking at Kenny, following his eyes, my shirt had opened again. Letting go of Kenny's hand, I closed the gap. Kenny laughed saying, "Rose please, I have seen your tits hanging out more than that at work! Why are you getting shy on me now?" Smiling, I still kept my shirt closed. "Because you said you needed a talk, not a jiggle show. Now, why don't you want to move to be with your wife?" "Because my family is here, I like the snow." Kenny paused, taking my hand away from my shirt. "Because you are here, Rose." He took my hand, kissing my fingers. Sucking one into his mouth, then slid my wet finger down between my breasts. He leaned forward, his tongue following the path of my finger. Leaning back against the sofa, closing my eyes, letting his tongue work it's magic. His hands cupped my breasts, massaging them as my shirt was pushed aside. His fingers pinching my nipples, pulling them. The tip of his tongue flicking a trail to my nipple, circling it. He stops and looks up at me. Kneading my left breast, pushing it up. "Do it for me Rose, please?" Kenny held my nipple between two fingers, pulling gently on it. Staring into his eyes, I stuck out my tongue, pressing the tip to my nipple. I felt Kenny's tongue circling my right nipple, my tongue circled the left. He continued to massage my breasts as we both sucked a nipple into our mouths. I felt Kenny's hand sliding down, unbuttoning my shirt. As his hand reached the heat between my thighs, we both sucked harder. I felt his teeth nibbling on my nipple, a finger slide between my lips, resting on my throbbing clit. I moaned around my nipple, sucking harder. I spread my legs wider, giving him more room to explore my wetness. We released my nipples at the same moment his finger slid into my cunt. Kenny sucked and licked his way down my stomach. Raising my legs up onto the sofa, I felt his tongue licking my clit. His finger slid out, quickly twisting two fingers back in. Closing my thighs around his head, grinding hard against his mouth. His tongue swirled around my clit, bringing me closer to the edge of ecstasy. I felt his lips tighten around my nub, his head shaking back and forth. Then I felt his lips vibrating, buzzzzzzzing around my clit, his fingers crossing together as he pumped them faster, harder in and out of my hot wet box. "OHHH FUCKKK YESSS, MAKE ME CUMMMM NOWWWW!" Kenny pulled his fingers out, quickly shoving his tongue in. Pinching my wet swollen clit between two fingers. My cum coating his tongue as it licked my inner walls. His tongue slowly slid out. He placed his lips over my hole and sucked deeply, tasting, drinking my cum. I lowered my legs, my whole body trembling from release. I pulled his hand away. Giving my clit one quick swipe with his tongue, he looked up at. Smiling, he rubbed his wet fingers over my lips. I opened my mouth to suck his fingers in. MMMM, my cum tasted so much better on his fingers than mine! Kenny stood up, never taking his eyes off my breasts. I reached out my hands to his hips, pulling him closer to me. Without a word, I placed my hand to his crotch. Pressing my palm against his hard cock. Leaning forward, I placed my lips on the head, nibbling. My hands slid to his ass, gripping the front with me teeth and pulling down his sweatpants. Wrapping one hand around his cock, the other caressing his thigh. Squeezing his cock gently at the base, I swirled my tongue slowly around the tip. Rubbing my thumb in circles at the base, I opened my mouth taking just the head into my mouth. Closing my lips around him, slowly sucking him into my mouth. Deeper, deeper, until I held him completely in. "MMMMMM YES ROSE, SUCK MY COCK WITH THAT HOT MOUTH OF YOURS MMMMMM." I felt Kenny's hands on my head, his fingers playing through my hair. Tightening my lips around him, sucking on his hot cock, my hand cupping his balls. Rolling his balls between my fingers, his moans growing louder as I pulled on them. I started bobbing my head, slowly pumping him in and out of my mouth. His hand moved down to fondle my breast, I began moaning around his cock. Letting him popped out of my mouth, I slid my tongue back and forth through the slit. Wrapping each hand around him, sliding my hands up and down his wet hard shaft. Swirling my tongue around the tip. Taking just the head into my mouth, sucking hard, my hands pumping up and down faster, faster. I felt the throbbing of his cock in my hands. Releasing his cock, grabbing his ass and shoving him quickly, completely into my mouth. His cock exploded, filling my mouth with his hot, tasty cum. Slowing down, sucking gently to get every drop he had to give me. Kenny pulled me to my feet, wrapping his arms around me. We kissed, our tongues dancing, tasting each other. "Rose as much as I want to stay, I have to go." Giving Kenny one more kiss at the door, I stood there watching until he drove off. As I turned to go back inside, I saw something in the bushes. A baseball cap! "PEEPING KENNY?" Peeping by the Pool After dropping out of high school at the age of 18, Ryan had nothing better to do than hang out, peeping through the fence that separated his families property from the neighbor's back yard. The best thing about peeping was the neighbor herself, a tall, voluptuous woman in her forties. He knew her name was Marian and she was divorced, lived by herself in the house and spent a good part of almost every summer afternoon sunning herself by her pool or swimming. Seeing Marian in her bathing suit was quite erotic in itself, but sometimes she would swim or sunbathe topless and when she did, it would make all of Ryan's time and trouble completely worth his while, at least to his way of thinking. At first, he had tried to peep directly through the fence, until he realized that he was visible to her when he did that. The fence was chain link with laths woven into it and, although it gave him an excellent view of the lounge that Marian used, she could see him too, and would quickly leave if he was next to the fence. Ryan had solved that problem by setting up a peeping station in the wooden shed that his parents used to store the lawn mower and other lawn and garden tools. Using a hole saw, he had cut a small, round hole in the side that abutted the fence, giving him a perfect view of the lounge. When he was not peeping, the hole was plugged with the small piece of wood that had been removed. It was directly behind where the lawnmower was usually placed so that if anybody happened to glance at the interior of the shed, the plugged hole would not be visible. It was a hot afternoon and Ryan expected Marian to use the lounge and maybe the pool so he went to the back yard and walked straight to the shed door. By approaching like that, nobody could see him through the fence. He entered the shed, closing the door behind himself, and got as comfortable as he could before removing the plug from the hole and peering through. He smiled at the sight that met his eyes. There she was, thirty feet away, standing by the lounge in the bathing suit that covered her large breasts and shapely hips and ass. Her hair was long and dark brown and her visible skin was well tanned. Ryan was well aware from previous peeping that the skin hidden by the top of the two piece suit was much lighter, and he hoped to see some of it that day. What he really wanted was for all of the untanned skin to be on display but that had never happened and he didn't even dare hope it ever would. Even the thought of the possibility made his cock start to stiffen; he decided that, whether he saw a tit show or not, he would probably jack off just before leaving the shed. At first, nothing happened. The object of his surveillance simply lay on her back, her eyes covered by dark glasses. Having nothing better to do, Ryan waited patiently at his station. After a few minutes, his patience was rewarded as his sexy neighbor sat up, reached behind herself and unhooked her bathing suit top. As he watched avidly, she peeled off the garment and fondled her breasts briefly, giving Ryan a clear view of the prettiest tits he had ever seen. She only sat up for a few seconds before lying on her back again but it was enough to give him a hard-on as stiff as any he had ever had. His cock almost seemed to be trying to rip through his pants at the sight of the sexy woman lying down with her big, firm tits pointing into the air. Ryan quickly unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. As he watched her resume caressing her breasts and playing with her nipples, he fantasized being there with her. He had heard from some of his buddies how older divorced women like Marian were always trying to get young guys like him to fuck them but so far she had resisted the urge they said she would have. He would be ready when she finally gave in to what he thought of as her needs but until then, jacking off while staring at her tits was what he had to settle for. He knew he would cum, maybe more than once, and he wrapped his handkerchief around his cock so it didn't squirt onto the floor and leave sticky, smelly evidence of what he had been doing. The object of Ryan's lust didn't stay on her back very long. Instead, she turned onto her side facing toward him, draping her upper arm over the side of her head while her other hand continued fondling her tits. He wondered if she was actually masturbating because he couldn't understand why a woman would do such a thing when there was a young stud next door who would be willing to fuck her if she would only ask him. Besides, he had heard that women used a fake cock to do that. After only a few minutes of lying on her side, she sat up again and got to her feet. Ryan relished the view again of her breasts, especially the way they swayed as she started pushing down the tight-fitting bottom part of her bathing suit. After he realized what she was doing, Ryan's eyes were riveted on the paler skin that was being exposed. As the garment was pushed clear of her hips and ass and allowed to fall to the ground, his hand pumped harder. Staring at the sexiest thing he had ever seen, the tits and pussy of his voluptuous neighbor, completely naked and standing thirty feet away, Ryan ejaculated into his handkerchief. His heart and his breathing calmed back down after a few minutes and Ryan returned to his spy hole. Marian was lying on her right side again, still naked, playing with her tits again. As he watched, her hand moved from there to her pussy, reaching down almost between her legs and starting to rub. Oh! How he wished his cock could somehow trade places with her fingers, even for a few seconds. Open-mouthed, he watched what she was doing and how her big tits and the rest of her body were squirming in unison with the movements of her supremely lucky right hand. She really was masturbating, he realized, and he quietly railed at her for depriving both him and herself of the great sex they could be sharing. At 18 years of age, Ryan had a fast recovery period, especially when he was gazing at something as erotic as sexy Marian, naked and playing with her pussy. His cock wasn't fully hard yet but it was hard enough for him to wrap his handkerchief around it again and start stroking while peering intently through the hole in the shed wall. As he watched and stroked, the woman on the lounge rolled over onto her back to continue her fun. Seconds later, both hands were at her pussy and she was rocking back and forth, her tits bouncing, while she pleasured herself. Ryan was doing the same thing for himself, his cock fully erect and his right hand almost a blur as he pumped back and forth. The view through the peephole got better and better as Marian leaned forward and Ryan could tell she had started thrusting her fingers in and out of her pussy. Not only could he see her, he could hear her almost as well through the loosely fitted boards. The sound had been going on for some time but at first, he hadn't known what it was, until he realized she was moaning, like what some of his friends had told him women did when they were almost ready to cum. Despite the powerful visual and aural stimulus, cumming for the second time in such a short period would take longer, even for a young man. Ryan didn't care; he was having too much fun to want to hurry it anyhow. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" Marian whimpered suddenly and loudly. Seconds later, she arched her back and her body seemed to spasm. After that, her movements stopped and she lay quietly. Ryan was not at all knowledgeable on female sexuality but he was quite sure that she had just cum. Even as he was wishing that it had been his cock that had caused that wonderful event, he felt his pleasure welling up inside his body and overflowing into his groin. Abruptly, he climaxed, grunting once and again filling his handkerchief with semen. Ryan considered that day to have been quite possibly the best in his life. Although he was probably through jacking off until he went to bed that night, he had enjoyed two of his best climaxes ever. Even better, the sight of his voluptuous neighbor buck-naked and seeing and hearing her cum from playing with her pussy and finger-fucking herself would give him something to fantasize about for many nights of jacking off. Life felt good to Ryan. * Thank you for reading this story. I hope you had as much fun as Ryan did, and as he expects to have in the future. For the other side of what I described, see "Fingers by the Pool" which should be posted within a day of this story. I like writing stories on this site but I like it a lot more when I know that people are reading and enjoying them. That's why I always appreciate it when readers take the time to express their opinions by voting. Like most other writers on Literotica, I practically live for feedback from readers, either public comments or email to me. Such comments help me to write more and better stories, and I respond to them whenever I can. Peeping Can Have Its Advantages It happened quite be accident. I had been staying in my Uncles beach house alone for only a few days, waiting for the impending nuptials of my cousin. Being alone, bored in a strange place, I explored a lot...and that's when I discovered and started playing with his telescope. I don't know how I first landed my viewfinder on that window, or why I kept looking again after I spotted the couple. I think I bumped it accidentally and it went from a view of the heavens and straight into a view of my temporary neighbor's bedroom. Okay I should probably tell you that I've been watching his house for a few days. You would too if you saw this guy! He was the epitome of beefcake. About 6" dark hair, dark eyes and very obviously took good care of himself. Looked almost like a poster boy for a roids campaign, but with how he faithfully got up every morning to run and seemed to disappear in the early evenings only to come back sweaty and in need of a shower made me think he had no preservatives added. Not only that, but all his friends seemed to have that same look! I was in heaven! Apparently beefcake flocks together. I leaned in to look through the telescope and was brought short. My eyes opened wider as I watched this extremely beautiful, and mostly naked, (save for a bra and panties and what looked to be a pair of black patent leather high heels) woman standing at the foot of his bed, she slowly swayed back and forth moving her body to some tune that I couldn't hear. Beefcake lay back on the bed, completely naked. Yum! The Beauty swayed this way and that, turning and slowly bending at the waist to slide her panties down her shapely legs, giving him what I was sure was an excellent view of her toned ass. I leaned back a moment and made sure the lens was clean before I brought my eye back to the viewfinder. I gaped as she moved like a trained burlesque dancer, exciting him as well as me with her subtle graceful movements. I felt the stirrings of arousal move through my body as I tore my eyes from her then smiled as I saw beefcake run his hand up and down the length of his very proportional cock. I was glad I wasn't the only one being effected! This girl was gorgeous. There was no other word for it. Her long chestnut hair skimmed her lower back just above her heart shaped ass. She pulled her bra sown her tanned arms and her breasts stood at attention, perky and full, dark red nipples topped each one, both were pulled tight in excitement as she slowed her dance and moved closer to the bed. She lifted one leg, opening herself to him. She locked eyes with him as she moved one hand to her mouth and slowly sucked a finger inside, twirling her tongue around the tip and then dragging it leisurely down her chin. She ran the tip of her finger around one taught nip then moved both her ands and cupped her breasts, lifting them and pinching the tips between her fingers. I saw her bite her lower lip as her hands moved down, over her small waist and then lightly brushing the lips of her sex. I shifted in my seat, my pussy starting to throb as Beefcake kept his hand moving steadily up and down his cock, he reached for her with the other, trying to pull her closer. She leaned back just out of his grasp and let her fingers brush over the lips of her sex, her head falling back. I noticed his hand start to move a little faster as she stroked her fingers over herself only inches from his face. My own pussy was wet and I couldn't help myself, I peeled off my nightgown and slid my own hand between my legs, mimicking her actions. He caught her as I brushed my fingers over my clit, pulling her down on top of him and kissing her slowly and thoroughly. I saw her laugh as he ground his cock up against the soft skin of her belly. She slid lower, licking and nipping at his skin until she was kneeling between his thighs. She reached down and lifted his cock, bringing the tip to her full lips and darting her tongue out to taste the little bit of pre-cum gathered there. I brushed my fingers over my clit as I watched her wrap her lips around the head of his massive cock and slowly take as much into her mouth as she could. I gaped as I saw the full length of him, he was at least at foot long! And damn near thick as a beer bottle! My pussy clenched as I watched her lick and suck as much of his huge shaft as she could, using her hands to make up the difference. He shifted slightly and lifted her, turning her around, settling her thighs on either side of his head as he pulled her open and ran his tongue down the length of her slit. I watched them locked in their embrace, my pussy sopping wet as I pushed my fingers in and out. They were lost in each other. I wondered then if I could get closer. I wanted to hear them both, their moans...their groans and I wanted to see up close his huge cock splitting her open. I let the telescope and snuck downstairs in the dark. I went out the sliding door and snuck across the lawn to stand just outside his bedroom. They had changed positions, she lay on her back with her hands above her head and he kneeled between her wide spread legs. The window was open slightly so I could hear them speak, 'Like that you teasing little bitch?" He slapped at her breasts, pinching the nipples hard between his fingers. From her moans I could tell she defiantly loved what he was doing. Her whole body moved back and forth under him. I saw a flash of silver and it was then I realized that her hands were actually cuffed above her head. My pussy clenched at the thought. He dipped his head and bit down, she moaned loud as his teeth pulled back on her nipple and stretched it out then let it go. He repeated his actions, moving from one breast to the other. I leaned against the window frame, my hand back inside my undies, my pussy throbbing as he moved lower, his teeth taking little nips of her skin. I teased myself, my fingers working into my pussy as I watched his teeth and tongue tease her. He sat back and slapped her clit, his large hands covering her whole sex as the sloppy sound met my ears. I copied his actions, slapping my own pussy and biting back a moan at the exquisite stinging sensation. God damn...that felt GOOD! I cupped my sex, not wanting to come too soon as I watched him move to his knees. He lifted her and pulled her legs over his hips, the whole bottom half of her body off the bed as he rubbed the length of his cock along her slit. She watched him, her eyes burning into his as she spoke, "What are you waiting for? Slide that nice big hard cock into me and FUCK ME! NOW!" He grunted, an evil grin on his face and just kept teasing her, letting the mushroom head of his cock rub against her hard nub, lubing his shaft with her juices as her hips worked with him. Right as she was about to come, he stopped. Her groan of disappointment filled the room, he moved up her body and kneeled by her head. He roughly pushed his cock into her mouth. "Suck bitch!" She did, gulping and licking his shaft as he forced it between her lips, I watched his tight ass flex and relax as he fucked her mouth, his hand fisted in her hair. I slowly flicked my clit, my juices soaked right through my undies. I slipped them down my legs and balled them into my fist. I spread my legs wide and let the cool night air tease my heated flesh as I watched him pull out of her mouth and return to his previous position. It was the perfect angle as I watched him lift her again and open her glistening pussy with his fingers, lifting the head of his cock to the opening of her sex. She arched against him as he started to work his massive cock into her. I bit back a groan as I watched her pussy stretch over the head. I pushed three fingers into myself and moaned low as I watched her body take more and more of his massive shaft. I bucked my hips, wishing I had that monster inside of me. She screamed out as I pushed my fingers in as far as they could go, then pulled them out. He put her ankles on his shoulders as he pumped in and out. She moaned and thrashed under him, her hips lifting as he pushed in deeper and deeper. She cried out, her whole body moving with him as he drove in as far as he could go. She came with a scream on her lips, her whole body bowed. She pumped her hips, and I watched his face change as he felt her muscles tighten and clench around his cock. This was the most erotic thing I have ever seen, I could clearly see her juice coating his cock as he kept pounding into her. See her body's little tremors as the orgasm went through her. See his ass flex as he worked in and out, his body start to take that sheen as he worked as hard on her as I'm sure he did on his workouts at the gym. It was too much; I flicked my fingers hard over my throbbing clit and shattered. I cried out as my knees locked, my hips bucking as one of the most intense self inflicted orgasms I've ever had wracked my body with little spasms. I put one arm out against the window jam and closed my eyes...letting the sensations travel up and down my whole body. I opened my eyes and was face to face with beefcake. SHIT! It was then I realized that I had cried out very LOUD when I came. The look on his face was less than pleased as I backed away slowly and turned to run. I ran at full speed, not even noticing the sharp rocks under my feet, I jumped the fence in one leap as I heard the unmistakable sounds of someone behind me. I had just about reached the deck when I was tackled from behind. 250 + lbs of naked pissed off man hit my back and pinned me to the ground. I struggled as best I could, which equated to not at all as he pinned me, his front to my back. I could feel his massive and still very erect cock nestle in the cheeks of my ass as I tried to wiggle under him. "Like to watch do you bitch?" His voice was a low growl in my ear, his breathing only slightly labored from his run. I couldn't answer, I was mortified beyond belief. I had been caught peeping! And what's even worse than that is now I had a big angry naked man holding me on the ground. I was fucked. "Well little peeper," he grunted as he stood, one of his hands gripped both of mine as he pulled me to my feet then started back toward his house, "Now you can watch all you want." I tugged at my hands, trying in vain to get them free then I opened my mouth to scream for help. "Tut, tut," he quieted me with one look, "One peep out of you, no pun intended, and you can explain exactly what you were doing in my yard, peeking in my window to the cops." I shut up quick. No way in hell I wanted to explain that to anyone. He pulled me inside and led me to the bedroom where the woman was still cuffed to the bed. He threw some clothes to the floor and sat me in a chair beside the bed then pulled more cuffs from a drawer in the dresser behind him. He tugged my nightgown from my body, revealing my nakedness and giving me another challenging look as I opened my mouth to speak. I closed it just as quick as before. Within seconds I was tethered to the chair, totally naked, my hands behind my back and my feet to each chair leg. I just looked at him, my eyes huge as he crawled back up onto the bed and continued doing exactly what he was doing before I had interrupted him. I watched, and watched and watched. He fucked her deep, her feet on his shoulders, then taking the cuffs off he flipped her onto her hands and knees and slid into her from behind. Where he had positioned me I could see everything, his cock pushing into her, the muscles on his body flexing as he rode her long and hard. Her body bent as she reached to wrap her hand around the part of his cock that didn't fit inside her. He obviously liked that a lot because when she did it he made the hottest little noises, moans and groans as he slid hard and fast over and over into her. He led her from the bed to the side closest to me and stood above her. She licked and sucked his cock just inches from my face then propped herself up against the bed, her hips resting on the edge of the bed, her shoulders on the floor. Her neck was bent at an awkward angle and her legs spread out like tree limbs. He gripped them and stood above her, pointing his cock straight down and pushing it into her waiting pussy. I moaned out loud as I watched up close and personal his cock literally splitting her pussy. I felt her hair brushing against my toes as she tossed her head from side to side and came. Over and over she came while I sat and watched. My own sex throbbing... wanting...needing. It was painfully erotic. My clit hurt I was so aroused. I needed to touch myself, needed some relief. He watched me as I looked upon them. He knew! He knew what this little show was doing to me. I tried to bring my thighs together, to hide myself. There was no point. I could smell myself in the air, feel the unending flow of wetness seeping from my pussy and down onto the chair I sat in. I cursed him in my head, calling him a thousand bad things as I shifted in my seat. I saw myself through his eyes. My blue eyes wild, my dark hair matted, my nipples painfully tight and my pussy open and wet. Yeah, he knew exactly what I was going through...and he was sadistically enjoying every fucking minute of it! I tugged at my hands, I squeezed my legs together. Nothing I did helped to relieve the throbbing between my legs. He had turned her and had he bent over the bed and was railing her from behind. He turned and slapped one of my breasts. I almost came just from that, pushing my chest out as far as I could, hoping he would do it again. He did, letting just the edge of his hand come into contact with my nipples then grabbed one, tugging on it hard. I moaned, the pain/pleasure shooting straight down to my cunt. He did the same to the other. I half cried and half moaned out as he pinched it tight between his fingertips. Then he let go, moving away from his partner and turning her toward me. "Should we let our little watcher join us babe?" His question sounded like heaven in my ears as I looked up at her expectantly. "Fuck that, let the little bitch suffer." She leered at me and turned away from him, crawling back onto the bed on her hands and knees. I growled in frustration. He just shrugged and got behind her, plunging his cock back into her waiting pussy. They went on for what seemed like hours! My whole body ached. My pussy throbbed uncomfortably and I knew if either one of them would just touch me there, just one finger flicking lightly over my clit and I would come like a waterfall. After a while my eyes closed and I just listened to them, his grunts and low groans, her screams and loud moans filled my ears, made my pussy clench each time she came. I knew he was close and I opened my eyes and watched as he pulled out and she knelt before him. His cock erupted, there was no other word for it, it pulsed sending jet after jet of come onto her face, her breasts until I was sure he was actually pissing come and not having an orgasm. I had never seen a man output that much semen. EVER! Even one of ym favorite porn stars, Peter North, who comes like a fountain would have been saying, 'Damn man...that's a lot of come!' I closed my eyes again and must have drifted off, when I woke the sun was shining through the window and the bed was empty. I looked around and no one was in the room, I got scared. My body hurt from being in the same position for god knows how long. My arms were asleep from the metal cuffs cutting into my wrists all night. And I was still horny as fuck, and still couldn't touch myself. I'm not sure how long I waited, but soon enough I heard voices coming from beyond the door. Then after a moment, it opened Beefcake was back. And he brought a friend. A very tall, very sexy friend. I immediately dubbed him Beefcake II the sequel. "Wholly shit! How long you have her in here?" His friend half laughed and half panted as his eyes moved over my naked, posed body. "All night, since we found her peeking in the window until Whats-her-name left this morning." His buddy laughed out loud at that, "Whats-her-name? Didn't you get it?" 'No," Beefcake approached the chair, "She wasn't into inviting my little peeper her to join us. Even got kinda bitchy about it afterward too, So who the fuck cares what her name was, I wont be seein' her again." As he spoke he took one of my nipples between his fingers and started to roll it. I moaned low, my back arching a bit. "I think I know why you asked me over." Beefcake's buddy smiled at me and approached the other side of the chair, one of his hands came out and pinched my other nipple as his other hand went to the waistband of his shorts. He pulled his semi erect cock from his pants, and looked down at me. I didn't need to be asked twice and opened my mouth, bending my neck forward and running my tongue over the head of his cock. It wasn't as large as Beefcake's cock but still larger than normal. I moaned at my first taste of him, wishing I could grip his hips in my hands and pull even more into my mouth. He teased me, rubbing it against my lips, brushing it over my teeth. Then finally pushed it roughly into my mouth. I groaned as I sucked and nipped at him. He pushed deep into my mouth, choking me with the head then pulling out. My eyes were watering as he fucked my mouth. I didn't care... I needed his cock, I reveled in the taste of him, the texture of his smooth hot length moving between my lips. I felt the cuffs being taken from my wrists, the blood rushed back into my hands and I cringed as they started to tingle. I reached up and gripped Beefcake II's hips, using him for leverage as he fed me more and more of his cock. He stepped back and I was lifted. It was a good thing too, I didn't think I could stand up on my own at that point. Beefcake laid back across the bed, his feet over one edge. I smiled as I was led toward him. I didn't have to be asked twice as I moved over him and straddled his face. His arms banded around my thighs and he pulled my pussy down toward his face. His tongue was hot as he stabbed at my clit. I cried out as he licked and teased me. His friend moved in front of my and I latched onto his cock like a woman starved. I moaned around his shaft in my mouth as I grabbed Beefcake's head with my free hand, pulling his hair I ground my pussy down onto his tongue. When I came, I came hard. My whole body shaking, my scream muffled around the cock in my mouth. Beefcake didn't let up. He licked and sucked my clit until I came again...and then again. Beefcake gripped my hips and moved me down his body, his friend's cock coming from between my lips with a loud pop as I shifted down and rubbed my wet pussy along the length of the cock below me. I moaned and leaned down, kissing beefcake hard, pushing my tongue into his mouth as I ground my cunt down along his shaft. I took him in my hand and lifted myself, leading him into my pussy. I moaned loud as I sank down on his shaft. God damn he was huge! And felt so fucking good I came again before he was a quarter of the way in. I took as much as I could, It wasn't until I felt a twinge of pain that I realized I had taken all of him! He looked up at me like I had just shown him heaven and I stared to move. Sliding him halfway out then all the way back in. The pain quickly mixed with pleasure as I rode harder letting him stretch me while his friend knelt beside us on the bed I grabbed his cock in my hand, pumping it at the same rhythm of my movements. I came loud and I came hard as I slammed my pelvis down against Beefcake. He filled me to capacity as I ground and slid up and down. His friend moved and knelt behind me and I knew what was going to happen next. Peeping Can Have Its Advantages I felt Beefcake II's cock nudge against the tight ring of my ass. I groaned and slowed down, Letting him mount me from behind. I took a deep breath and bore down as his cock pushed past the tight ring of my asshole. I groaned low and gripped Beefcake's arms as his friend filled my back passage with his length. He worked himself in slowly, filling me and stretching me. It hurt like hell, it was too much. I felt as though my body was being cleaved in two. I took deep breaths and leaned up, pushing my ass higher and taking the last inch of Beefcake II's cock. I screamed as they both shifted and pulled out a bit, then pushed back inside. Then there were hands on my breasts, pulling and pinching my hard as rock nipples, fingers strumming my clit as my juices seeped from my opening and coated them both. My body turned to jelly as they fucked me slow and hard, finding a rhythm that worked for them. I let them pull me and lift me, each taking their own pleasure as the tension built inside me. The pain turned to white hot pleasure as they sped up, until all I could hear was a roar in my ears and the slapping of our skin in unison. With each stroke I cried out, louder and louder until I came hard. I clamped down tight on both cocks still moving inside me, my body bowed as the orgasm shook me to my very core. I screamed out in abandon then collapsed against Beefcake's chest as they both pumped me full of their come. I barely felt them inside me, just a tickle as their cocks jumped and pulsed. They both left me there, and I fell asleep on Beefcake's bed, their juices mixing with mine on the insides of my thighs as I drifted off. I awoke much later, the sun had set again and the house was in darkness. I grabbed my nightgown from the floor and stood on shaky legs. My whole body hurt. Especially my ass as I slipped the gown over my head and snuck out of the room. I heard voices in what must have been the living room but I hightailed it out the back door and across the lawn before anyone knew I was gone. I showered, then I bathed. I was sore in places I didn't even think one could get sore in! I kept the lights off and looked out the windows periodically through the telescope at his house. I laughed as I spotted Beefcake in his darkened bedroom, looking through his own telescope right back at me. I laughed when he held up a sign, IF YOU CAN PEEP SO CAN I! I grabbed a pen and wrote back... PAYBACK IS A BITCH! To that he just smiled and scribbled something else... BRING IT! Peeping Coed's Hot Surprise Where does the story start? I think it starts with dad and I going to bed. It was all perfectly chaste, of course. It was in my dorm room, in 1977. My roommate Carrie was in the next bed over. My dad was staying over after buying us dinner for my 19th birthday. I'm a small girl, I always have been, and Dad may have been tall but he was pretty skinny, so we both fit on the twin bed... just. I usually just wore a t-shirt and underwear to sleep in, but in honor of our guest I wore the baby blue button-down flannel pajamas he had gotten me before a winter trip to Canada in high school. Dad also had on pajama bottoms, old green plaid ones that he never wore, and a white t-shirt on top. It was the first time as a grown woman I had ever gone to bed with a man. It didn't matter that it was my father. We still had to do the dance of finding a comfortable way to lay together. I had the side against the wall, and Dad had the outside, and we turned a few times, trying this way and that to get sleepy. Eventually, my Dad lay on his back, his arm under me, and I rested my head on his shoulder and my hand on his chest. He reached over to turn off the light, and I kissed his cheek and closed my eyes. I would have been perfectly comfortable, except for Carrie. Carrie and I had only known each other for a month or so. I liked her very much as soon as I met her, and she liked me, but it turned out that at the time, she really liked to shock people about sex stuff. It was beyond just being forthright. That first night, having moved all our things in, shared a joint with a couple of girls down the hall, and gotten in bed, just before she turned out her light, she said, "Lela, I have something I have to ask you. It's kind of embarrassing." "What is it?" I said. "Well..." She drew out the word, relishing the suspense. "See... the thing is, I'm used to masturbating at night. Every night. It helps me sleep." She paused, but I couldn't think of what to say. "So I'm going to masturbate," she said. "I'll try to keep it down." "Okay," I said. I thought for a moment, and said, "Everybody does it." "Join me?" she said. "No thank you," I said, "not tonight, I guess." I turned my back and closed my eyes. With the light out, I couldn't help following every sound that she made. The soft swish and the little exhalation as her fingers slid under her underwear up against her pussy, the gentle groan of the mattress spring as she rolled her hips. The rustle of fabric as she pulled her underwear off, then her tank top, and then a moment later, kicked off the sheets. The wet sound as she touched herself, light and slick when she frigged her lips, thicker and gooier as she thrust her fingers in and out, in and out. I didn't dare turn, although I was curious. I wanted to see what she looked like, doing it, but I didn't want her to know I wanted that. So instead I lay, back turned and hands resolutely above the covers, as her breathy sounds came faster and faster, faster and faster, until she suddenly was dead silent. No sound at all. Then a kick, as her foot hit bedclothes. Then silent again. Finally she breathed again, and almost immediately pulled up the covers and slept. I lay awake for a while, aroused, but although I had masturbated some before then, I was too repressed to try it in front of a roommate... even a sleeping one. Carrie did that every night, and if the timing worked out I would listen to her, and then we would both fall asleep. After a week or so, she didn't bother putting on any nightclothes. One night, after splitting three bottles of Boone's Farm Strawberry Wine with the girls down the hall, I watched. It was what I had imagined, although I hadn't heard her free hand squeezing her big boobs and pulling hard on the nipples. She seemed quite self-possessed while did it, but she knew I had turned to watch her. After she finished, she kissed the fingers that had been inside her and blew the kiss to me. I reached out and caught it, and blew a kiss back to her. Then I rolled over and went to sleep. I was not sure what Dad would think about all that. I was sure I didn't want to find out. Add to that, that Carrie had confessed (joyfully and with an "aren't I awful" air) to wanting to seduce our freshman English professor, a balding Russian in his 50s with a Dostoevskian beard. "I have a daddy thing," she said. "I love that maturity and confidence. It makes me sooo wet. I think if we were going on a date, and he was wearing a jacket and tie, and he walked around and opened the car door for me I would cum right there." "Like, as the latch opened? Or when the air rushed in?" I asked. "Mmmm," she said, "when his fingers slid around the handle and his thumb pushed in the button. Right then." When she found out my dad would be staying in the room, she teased me terribly about how much she was going to masturbate with him in the next bed. "I'm going to be so worked up, Princess, that I won't be able to stop myself." (She called me Princess as a joke, because Lela rhymed with Leia. My full nickname was 'Princess Lay-ya', and if she had ever told that to anyone else that fall I would have been humiliated. She didn't.) "With that daddy of yours in bed, pressed up against you, I'll start thinking about it and I'll get all worked up. I might not even have to touch myself. But I know I'll moan. O-o-o-o... Oh, I hope he sleeps naked!" I was pretty sure she was teasing. Pretty sure. But not totally sure. I couldn't shake the idea that I might wake up to Carrie putting on a show, legs spread wide and fingers busy, while Dad watched goggle-eyed. The idea was mortifying. It was also kind of arousing. I made a mental note to try it out next Wednesday afternoon, while Carrie was in her Astronomy class and I had an uninterrupted two hours to take my sexual anxieties out on my eager beaver. But it was Saturday night, and right now I was torn between the rough comfort of my father's strong hands and the fear that gripped me every time Carrie shifted in bed. Each rustle had me on edge. My father's face was turned slightly towards me. We'd had and Italian dinner, and I could smell the wine he'd drunk. It smelled great. He smelled great. I loved my father in a very uncomplicated way. I knew about the imperfections of adults, but somehow I hadn't begun to associate them with Dad. He was still the tall strong man he'd been to me when I was little. I think, in the anxiety of leaving home, I needed him to be that for me. He wasn't so much sheltering me, as I was burrowing into him. I mean, let's talk about boys. I had been at college for a month, a whole month, a co-educational college and I hadn't really talked to one boy. I'd watched Carrie flirt with them (and later declare them "too, too imature") and I'd shyly slipped away from their awkward hellos and sometimes on Wednesday afternoons imagined what their erect penises tasted like, but I'd never had one conversation. Back home, I'd been a flirt and even had something... not quite sex but definitely intercourse... with a boy, but here I couldn't say a word. I'll give you another. I had kept a diary on and off through high school, but that fall semester I wrote in it every single day. Everything. Every brief scrap of desire, of fear, every awkward exchange, everything I ate or drank or smoked, every homework assignment. It all went in there. I was petrified that I would disappear, the me I'd been. I can't explain why I was so freaked out, nor how I shook it. Starting in spring and definitely by my sophomore year, I was back to normal. But in the fall I was working through a lot of things that I didn't understand. Dad was breathing deeply. His one hand held my head (I'd cut most of my hair off before going away to school) and stroked my hair. His hands were large and strong, but he could be so gentle. He was a carpenter, the strong quiet type, and he was so proud of his little girl going to college like her mother had. I nestled in against him, my forehead against his cheek, smelling his neck. I wasn't sure if the wine I smelled was on his skin, or my breath up against him. I wanted to curl up inside him. I slid my leg over across his, luxuriating in his warm strength. Then, I heard it. The long, sneaky slide of underpants on a journey: over hips, past a full bush, rounding a full, broad ass, down a pair of soft round thighs, slipped over knees and shapely calves, and the whisper of skin on skin as the feet slid past each other, pushing the little silky wisp off completely. Dad was still facing me, but I didn't want to imagine him turning his head and seeing Carrie frigging away. I reached over and took hold of the muscles of his upper arm. "Spoon me, Daddy," I whispered. Then I turned, and pulled him over me like a blanket until he was wrapped around me and we were both facing the wall. There, I thought. That ought to keep her show private. What I hadn't counted on was just how warm I would get with Dad's full length up against me. The heating in the dorm was pretty oppressive, and my pajamas were thick flannel. Before too long I was starting to boil. Dad was breathing evenly, so he had gone to sleep... but he might wake at any moment if I let him turn around, and who knows what he'd see. I opened most of the buttons of my top, just leaving one between my breasts. That helped some, but soon I was just as hot and uncomfortable as ever. I knew what I had to do. I pushed off those hot flannel pajama pants, then nestled back in next to Dad. He felt even better with my legs bare. I thought how it was that there was just a little bit of panties covering me down there, and how funny it was that Dad was the only one to appreciate it. I don't remember going to sleep, but I must have, because some time later I woke up with Dad's hand inside my top. The last button was opened, and he was holding my nipple between his finger and thumb. He was not so much pinching it, as rolling it back and forth. I had very little in the way of breasts back then, but I had long nipples that got quite hard (Carrie called them my 'betrayers',) standing out visibly through my shirts and dresses. "It's cold," I'd say, if anyone brought them up. Well, it must have been very cold indeed in that bed, because my nipples were sticking out strong and proud. The tips of Dad's fingers were rough and calloused, but he was so gentle. Foggy with sleep, I knew I didn't want to wake Carrie. I stayed quiet. Besides, it felt very, very good. I wiggled back, closer to him, letting Dad have his way with my tits. He was still breathing deeply and regularly, and his whole body was very relaxed. He must still be asleep, I thought, and was kind of relieved. That meant I could enjoy what he was doing to me without any worry of an awkward discussion in the morning. And make no mistake, I was absolutely enjoying it. If I'd been awake, I might have thought about the taboo he was breaking... that we were breaking... but in that precise moment it hadn't occurred to me yet. It was more like I was in the most comfortable, loved, safest place I could possibly imagine, and then somebody had started to pet me. I wanted to purr. Even as I felt his cock stiffening against my panties I was melting in pure pleasure, perhaps, even, his stiff cock contributing to it. What seems funniest to me now is that I never thought for a second it would go any farther. It went farther. Dad began to kiss my hair, and make wider circles, letting his hand stray down to my tummy. He whispered something, so quietly I couldn't understand. The hairs on the back of my neck were all standing up, but I didn't know why. Excitement? Disgust? Fear? Arousal? I began to stroke up and down my father's arm. His touch was incredible. I wondered who my Dad imagined he was making love to in his sleep. Whoever she was, she was lucky and I was jealous of her, even thought I was her. Dad's hand strayed even lower, passing across my underwear, and back up across my bare breasts, once, twice, five times. And then the big circles stopped, and became little circles, What would Carrie say, I thought, and then I thought, she'd say, "Oohhhhhhhhh..." I couldn't help it. I moaned myself. Maybe I could have helped myself. I didn't want to. Because part of what I was thinking about was Carrie, frigging herself in the other bed, thinking about me and the mystery of what was happening in this bed. She's imagining my dad's fingers in me, I thought, and she's wetter than fuck! And then I started feeling my dad's fingers circling me, tracing the contours of my pussy through my underwear. I shuddered, and emboldened, he pulled my underwear down. He sat up, turned me on my back, and pulled them down to my knees. I think he might have been awake. I had my eyes closed, though, and maybe he would think I was asleep. Even with my eyes shut, though, I could feel him looking at me up and down, because his hand was touching where his eyes were going. My chin. My neck. My clavicle. My breasts, my right nipple, the mole just under. My ribs, my belly. My left hipbone, bony and sleek, my round thigh. The short curly hair, clean and uncombed, just over my pussy. The full, round, outer lips, and the inner lips, the edge peeking out like a suggestion of crumpled pink silk. He pulled my knees up, slid my panties down, and when he let go my knees fell apart like a magic trick. When his fingers (two) went in me I began to roll my hips and I moaned, "Oh daddy." It didn't slow him down for a minute. Either he believed my shut eyes, or he'd made up his mind what he wanted and didn't care if I was awake or asleep. Shffff, plap. That was the sound of Dad slipping my underwear off my ankles and dropping it on the floor. Carrie's going to know, I thought, irrationally. Kiss, kiss, kiss, my dad made sounds as he kissed his way down my bare body and over my spread thighs. Lick, lick, lick, my dad went to work in earnest on me. I opened my eyes and looked down to see the top of his head, hair full but graying, between my legs and right up against me. His eyes were closed. He was concentrating. I stole a look across the gap between the beds and was transfixed. Carrie was under the covers, barely, her knees lifted and trembling, her hands busy at her clit. She had seen every last stroke of our little daddy-daughter dance, and she was pale and sick with desire. Her eyes, glazed over with lust, met mine, and I saw her orgasm bubble up. And I saw that it was me who had brought this on her, my own desire mirrored in her wide eyes and slack mouth, and as I saw her cumming, watching me, the sight made me cum too... unless it was me who came first, and watching me go off that triggered her. Whatever it was, in an instant two hot young girls were cumming together, keening and shaking in adjacent twin beds while my Dad didn't miss a lick. My Dad was a gentleman, and never acknowledged Carrie or her loud cum. Instead he watched me as I reached down and pulled his pajama bottoms off him ,and felt all around his hard cock with both my hands. I didn't suck him. I was too naive, and the thought didn't occur to me. When I relive that night, I sometimes imagine if I had, and I know it wouldn't have thrown him. Nothing could have. Soon he was fucking me, me on my back with my hands and heels dug into his big solid ass, urging him deeper. "Daddy, daddy, fuck me," I sang, partly to urge him on and partly to urge on Carrie. She had kicked off the covers and was sitting on the edge of her bed, her hands stern on her cunt and asshole. When he came, he pulled out and came all over me. After a bare moment of hesitation, Carrie had crossed the gap between the beds and licked up his cum, first off me, then off him. He fucked me twice more that night. Ever the gentleman, he waited for me to stagger off to the bathroom before silently switching beds and fucking the hell out of my roommate. The last time, I was on the floor on my hands and knees while he did me from behind, and only when I felt the thrusts of his cock growing erratic did I look back to see Carrie licking Dad's asshole. Jealous, I suddenly wanted him to cum inside me, and cried out in frustration when he pulled out to spray my ass with his nearly clear semen. Misunderstanding my cry, he rolled on my back and licked me to one more orgasm. As I came, I could see the light of dawn on the clouds. I kissed Dad a big sloppy kiss. I could smell my aroused cunt all over his face. Then I passed out in Carrie's bed. Dad was already dressed and reading at my desk when I woke up. We had a quiet breakfast together at a diner. I told him I was glad he'd come to visit. He didn't say anything, but he looked a little relieved. That was as directly as we spoke about it. Then he hugged me goodbye like you'd hug your freshman child goodbye, shook Carrie's hand, and got back into his Buick for the long drive home. Carrie and I held hands as we watched him drive away. He gave a final wave as he went out of sight. It was like we'd been censored and could suddenly speak our minds. We raced back up to the room and burst into conversation, gasping with the need to talk about it. Whether it was the shared secret or some lingering arousal we both found ourselves incredibly wound up, and began masturbating. Before long we were both doing it in one bed, and well before lunchtime we had turned to full on sex, gasping out things like, "When you licked his ass..." and "Just watching I was wetter than you" while we sucked and fucked. That night, we brought home our biology study partners, we each fucked both of them. It was lovely. I was sore for days but I felt lighter and wiser. Like how they say you're supposed to feel when you lose your virginity. That was the day I felt my education truly began.