0 comments/ 40065 views/ 0 favorites Voyeuring the Cruz Ch. 1 By: akf_xxx I had only worked a week so far in this fun, California beach town. It was a place young people from all over northern California and the valley came to get loose, do a little surfing, visit the boardwalk and check out the opposite sex, though not necessarily in that order. I was employed as a gas jockey at a full serve station on the main street leading into and out of town, fairly close to the beach. There was one other kid, 19, who worked there. I had just turned 18, and had left home to experience the world. The hours were long and the pay short, but I liked meeting the people that came in for gas, mostly young and looking for fun. One afternoon, after a small rush of business I remarked to my co-worker Russ, that I had almost wore a hole in that 56 Chevy classic's windshield because the chick sitting shotgun had let her skirt ride up quite high giving me the most awesome view of her bikini panties that didn't really cover very much. Russ only smiled knowingly, then explained that one of the fringe benefits of working here was just that. "Some girls," he said, "just like to flash you a little and then pretend they're not aware, but they always seem to sneak a look to see their effect on you." "For what they paid you here, a fringe benefit or two couldn't be all bad!" I replied. That was when he smiled a strange sly smile, and leaned closer to me speaking softly in a kind of conspiratorial tone. "Hey dude, there more than just one fringe benefit here". Then he arose and motioned for me to follow. We went into the lubrication bay with the hoist and lubing equipment and on into a small dark storeroom where motor oil, battery acid, additives, etc. were stored. There was a ladder going up to what appeared to be a small storage loft. I had been in there several times to fetch items for restocking shelves and had surmised that the ladder was for reaching the uppermost shelves. Wrong! Russ told me to climb the ladder and "check it out." So I did, but the bell dinged signaling a customer had pulled in and he said he'd take care of it and I should continue to go up and "check it out." So I did. Reaching the top of the ladder, I looked over the loft; old promotional signs, banners, and the like were strewn all over, but a light caught my eye. There right at the edge of the loft there were two ventilation fixtures, not far apart, but the fans that were once installed there were missing. Instead, there was a small sheet of Mylar taped over each one. The light shown from there. The louvers were fixed in an almost vertical position and when I peered down, I realized that I had an unobstructed view of nearly the entire area of the women's and men's restrooms. "Whoa, what the fuck was this all about," I thought to myself. I wasn't too sure what to make of it, but my mind was off into a thousand thoughts of potential possibilities as I was very inexperienced, a virgin if you must know, and I had this curiosity about sex that had been driving me mad. Holy shit, I thought, and I felt a little growing in my nether regions as I contemplated what was before me. Just then, the door opened, and two girls walked in what I realized was the women's room. The second one in carefully locked the door behind her and the first went into the stall, dropped her shorts and sat down on the toilet. I heard her stream forcefully hit the toilet water. I then heard the other girl exclaim, "I just can't wait, that was such a long drive." Wherefore she too dropped her shorts and perched herself right square on the sink. Cooing sounds of relief wafted up to my ears with a subtle echoing quality produced by the tile and metal of the facilities, as both girls relieved themselves. Jesus H. I thought, as I watched, transfixed by a sight I had never ever even dreamed about. I could see a little of the pubic hair of the girl on the sink, but the one on the commode had her shorts pulled up close and was leaning very far forward. As they finished, I watched the first wipe though it was not very revealing, but the other girl hopped off of the sink, asked for some toilet paper, and semi-squatted in front of the sink and meticulously dabbed at her crotch. I was afforded the best live view of a girls pussy I had ever seen. My dick was going to burst, it was so hard. Pulling up their shorts, the two girls primped a bit in the mirror, then unlocked and left the restroom. "Holy shit, Batman," was all I could think. I slowly climbed down the ladder and then back through the service bay and out front where my buddy was just finishing up gassing their car and taking their credit card. Both girls appeared to be about 18 or 19, and were laughing and giggling as girls are want to do in anticipation of a fun time. While running the credit card, Russ gave me a knowing, sidelong glance and a wink. Fringe benefits indeed. When they were gone Russ came back into the office and said to me "Well, how was it?" I just sat there with my mouth open. Russ laughed his ass off. The bell dinged again and another customer pulled up and Russ said, "I'll get this one too 'cause you don't wanna go out there with that showing". He pointed to my still rigid pecker showing prominently through my levis. I couldn't even retort as I was dumbstruck. Later that night, by the way we worked from 8 AM till closing. Closing was anytime that the business slacked off, usually 11 or 12 at night. Anyhow, a car pulled in with two girls and two guys. The driver hollered "fill it up" and they all bailed out of the car and bolted for the restrooms as quick as they could. It was Russ's turn for service, so I kicked back and moseyed toward the storeroom and the ladder. The chicks were bitchin. Once up into place I heard the girls talking, The blonde one was saying "God, if I hadn't jumped into the water he would have fucked for sure." She was on the can. The other, a redhead, replied, "is that so bad? He's really a hunk." Over this conversation the sounds from the mens room also made it to the loft. "Goddamn it, I almost had her dude, if she hadn't bolted into the fuckin' ocean I could have fucked her good, damn!" "But I've got my friend visiting," I heard from the little girls room. "So what, guys don't give a shit, mostly." came a reply from the other girl. Both girls and guys were wearing swimming attire. I focused on the girls. After peeing, they primped in front of the mirror, but then, one started jumping up and down. She was checking herself out in the mirror. I could only surmise that she was evaluating her "bounce." Her young tits' responsiveness and firmness. Then the other girl did the same. This was an activity that I came to expect, more often than not, all summer long from the girls. They seemed fixated on their "bounce." Can't blame them though, 'cause so was I. Then I heard the guys talking. "I'm sure she's on the rag, you can tell by the way she walks" said one. "I don't give a rat's ass," said the other. "I'm horny as hell and I've been hitting on her for a week now and this trip ain't cheap." "Would you eat her out if she's really having her period"? "I think I would, if I thought I could slip it to her after." Oh shit, my cock was hard. This was not only enlightening but erotic as hell. Then, glancing back to the girls, I heard, "well, if a guy would eat me when I'm having my period, then I guess I'd owe it to 'em." Then they all left the restrooms and piled back into their car. We closed the station after that, and I caught Russ and asked him how long he'd worked there and about the 'peep hole'. He said since he was 15 and he was the one to remove the vent fans and install the mylar. He invited me to check out the restrooms with him as we were required to clean them anyway after closing. In the womens, I could see the vent fan fixture and nothing seemed abnormal about it. The mylar, while darkening the view from the loft somewhat, completely blacked out anything you could see from inside the toilet. It looked like any other bathroom vent fan fixture. The same was true for the mens room. So there it is, only June and the whole summer before me. Russ also turned me onto the fact that, being on a corner, there was three other corners. One was a fast food drive in, the other two competing gas stations. Innocuous at first until he pointed out the pay phones located on each of the four corners. Russ explained that a lot of people find it hard to find parking on the beach parked up here on the hill and walked. He then showed me the list of phone numbers for each payphone. He then related to me that when a fox was going by, it was 50/50 that if you rang that phone, she would stop and answer. "That's how I get a lot of dates" he revealed. "Keep your eyes open and the phone ready." he advised, "if you want to have some fun. You can't lose even if they're not interested as it's anonymous. And it's a lot of fun too," he added. So that is how my best summer started. The year is 1967 and marijuana, hippies, free love, and good times prevailed. I became an expert pervert and also scored a lot of young pussy. I partied 'till I dropped, fucked 'till I was limp, and met the most interesting people and overheard the most profound intimate conversations you can imagine. I miss those times so I am documenting them now for posterity, and you can learn about them in the chapters that follow. Voyeuring the Cruz Ch. 2 Saturday morning, 7 a.m., I arrived to open up the station on a clear, calm summer morning. Unlocking the pumps, motor oil display, and then checking the rest rooms for tidiness and cleanliness. Adding paper towels and toilet paper, I glanced up at the vent fan fixture, recalling what had transpired the previous day. I could see only blackness through the louvers and regarded it as secure. I heard Russ pull up outside on his Honda as I hosed down and mopped both johns. Finishing I went out front to the office where Russ was setting up the cash drawer. He motioned to the back of the lot and asked whose car was parked out back. I hadn't noticed before but now I could see that indeed a strange car was parked and there seemed to be someone stirring inside it. A young man jumped out and made a beeline for the restroom. Then three young girls emerged, hair disheveled, and obviously in need of relief also. The guy came out and moved his car to the gas pumps, stating that they were almost completely empty and had arrived sometime after two AM. Russ began filling his car and I went about returning the cleaning stuff to the storeroom. Hearing the girls voices from behind the metal wall of the john, I thought I'd sneak an early morning peek. So up the ladder I went, quietly and peered down through the vent. There I spied to blondes and a redhead, the redhead sitting on the toilet, the others doing the mirror thing and fishing around in their bags for combs, makeup, whatever. I concentrated on the redhead, as she balled up a wad of T.P. and went to work dabbing her crotch. Standing, it was easy to verify that her hair color was indeed genuine. Instead of pulling up her undies however, she stepped out of them completely. As she stepped away from the commode, the taller blonde quickly took her place, letting go of what sounded like a very urgent stream. The redhead was unbuttoning her top, turning her back to the standing blonde who unsnapped her bra. Oh my fucking God, there were the most exquisitely perfect little firm breasts I had ever seen. She turned toward the mirror, this way then that, to admire her chest, giving me a view that wouldn't quit. She gave her perfect little pears a cup with her hands then let them drop, all the while checking them out in the reflection. Then, as I was to learn was normal behavior for girls, she bounced up and down a few times, observing her mammalian responsiveness. Pleased with the results of the inspection, she bent over her bag fumbling around for her bikini. That did it. I audibly sucked in my breath, (did they hear?) as I was exposed to a sparely furred cunt and cute little pucker of an anus, wiggling slightly as she foraged in her bag. Holy Shit, I thought to myself, my pecker so hard that a cat couldn't scratch it. She then stood and donned the bikini, her friend helping tie the top in place from behind. The blondes traded places on the crapper, and I could see that the taller one had a very dark patch between her legs, and she too repeated the same show as the redhead until her bikini was also secure in place. The shorter blonde, now getting my full attention, spread her legs wide as she sat, dabbing at that secret place, and cussed. Damn, of all the luck, guess who's come to visit, she complained. With that she reached into her bag and produced a tampon. This was all very new to me, I knew a little about such things but not much. Though my view of the toilet was not that great, the reflection from the mirror was. I watched, my breathing rapid, as she spread her pussy open with one hand and inserted the tampon with the other, wiggling it just a little to get it started in. I came in that instant, no hands, just spurting in my pants, while a moan escaped my lips. All three girls started and began looking in the direction of that sound. I jerked my head back, almost slipping and falling from the ladder. They stared at the vent for the longest time, I thought for sure I was caught, but then they went about nervously finishing their dressing and primping without talking. I slowly, cautiously climbed down the ladder to return to my duties out front. Russ had finished with their car and the guy had pulled it around to the back and the girls came out and loaded in. The redhead, sitting in back, was talking into the guys ear and he began giving me a very unfriendly stare. I was afraid he might get out and confront me but instead they pulled away, heading toward the beach. Whew, I though, that was too weird. Russ came over and seeing the look on my face and the wet beginning to show on the front of my Levis, merely smiled, shaking his head in mock wonder. I retired to the men's room and did my best to mop myself up, I must have cum a gallon. The rest of the day proved to be very busy as it is want to be on weekends, and though Russ had an opportunity for a few peeks, I stayed clear and waited on customers. Later on that evening I had a very strange experience. It being Saturday night and the town being full of visitors, we were pumping a shit load of gas, a dollar at a time. Busy as beavers, we were still required to offer full service to each and every customer, regardless of their purchase. Remember, this is 1967. A '56 Ford Crown Victoria, customized, pulled in and the driver, hopping out to head for the john ordered $1.56 worth of regular. I pumped the gas quickly, as it wasn't much, and started washing the windshield. There were 2 passengers, a guy sitting shotgun and a girl in the middle. They had obviously been drinking, along with who knows what else and the pair were oblivious to their surroundings. As I wiped the bugs from the windshield, I noticed that the girl had her shorts around her ankles and the guy had his hand in her crotch, panties drawn aside, and was he giving her a thorough finger fucking. Her head drawn back, eyes closed, rolling from side to side in ecstasy, I polished that window with a vengeance. The guy just grinned at me while he furiously administered to what was evidently a really hot snatch. Her outer lips were spread wide due to her posture and her inner lips spread wide due to the guys ministrations. His first and 3rd fingers held her soft petals apart while his stinky finger diddled her clit incessantly. I just continued to seemingly scratch bugs off the windshield meticulously, as she began to arch her back and writhe in the throes of her orgasm. The guy just smiled up at me and I just wiped that window with my tongue hanging out and my dick straining my jeans. What a view. Female anatomy, in minute detail, only inches from my lusting eyes. As her spasms subsided, she appeared to have passed out. The guy winked at me and motioned for me to come around to his window. Wanna fuck her, he said softly as I leaned closer to the open window. Dumbstruck by this invitation, I had no words. He continued, "hey, we're broke and probably won't make it home and have to call our parents. She'll let you fuck her if you can see to it that we have a little more gas." Well, what would you do? I said okay, but where, and he said wait. The driver returned and after a short consultation with the passenger, he pulled his car to the back of the lot. They both motioned for me to approach. I did so tentatively, checking the gas islands and Russ for business. Luckily, we had a lull and Russ, seeing what was going on gave me the high sign, so I went back to the cherry '56 Ford. The two guys climbed the seat and got into the back. The guy that was the passenger, reached over and pulled the girls panties off to the side. C'mon dude, do it to her he said. She was still apparently unconscious, and I figured now or never. I positioned myself somewhat uncomfortably between her spread legs, and unzipped my fly freeing my raging hard-on and tried to insert it into her gaping cunt. As I've said, I was a bit (a lot) inexperienced in this matter, and fumbled a little with the initial penetration. Eyes still closed, head loosely laid back against the seat back, I felt her hand reach out and grab my boner and deftly guide it home and into place, as her pelvis eased forward to complete the insertion. Balls deep into my first live pussy, I found my pecker spasming involuntarily, unleashing my load into her tight hole, without even a stroke, as her eyes popped open wide, and her hands now grabbing my butt, holding me captive deep within her. As my ejaculative twitchings began to subside, her laughter burned my ears. "Jesus Christ what are you, a fucking virgin or something?" she chided. Both guys began guffawing also. "Hey dude," one said, "ya gotta get her off too ya know, ya little peckerhad! After all, it'd only be polite!" So there I was, ashamed, blushing like a schoolboy, my dick shrinking in my first pussy, unable to utter a word. "You're gonna have to eat her now, ya dink, if you're a real gentleman." Eat her? I thought to myself. The girls hands grasped my head by the ears, and I found my face eye to eye (so to speak) with her pussy, dribbling with my own semen. So there I was, unsure of myself, embarrassed beyond belief, with this cum dripping sloppy cunt right in front of my face. What was I to do? Tentatively I stuck out my tongue and began licking that sweet smelling gash with all the gusto of a young boy intent on proving his manhood and sexual worth. The guys from the backseat chanted encouragement as I rutted around that sloppy quim for all I was worth. Bucking her hips back at me as my tongue probed her hole, tasting myself as well as her own musky juices, she held my head in a deathgrip to her crotch, nearly suffocating me. Suck My Clit, SUCK MY CLIT, she bellowed, and even more firmly held my head to her parts. Not really knowing about clits and the such I did notice with my tongue and lips a protrusion that seemed to be the object of her not so gentle guidance and breathing frantically through my nose, I put the liplock from hell on it. This seemed to do the trick as she convulsed spasmodically, cried out in ecstasy much too loudly, and drenched my chin in a copious amount of fluid that dribbled down my chin and neck and down the crack of her ass. Collapsing, she released her death grip from the back of my head and her guy friends applauded, also much too loudly, in my behalf. Now that made me feel great. My first pussy and the admiration of male peers and an obviously satisfied slut passing out again by my doing. WOW! My dick was again hard as granite, but I felt the need to get out of the car and strut just a little back to my place as an attendant of this most glorious place of refueling. There were two cars that Russ was servicing and their occupants were staring as they had been distracted by the commotion from the back of the lot. One guy, in a car with his parents who were trying to appear to not notice gave me a silent ovation, clapping his hands together in gesture. Russ looked at me in awe, his jaw slack, and a slight look of perturbness on his face. The car with the two guys and the girl pulled back up to the pumps and the guy driving gestured to me pleadingly to gas him up. I did of course, filling his tank, adding a badly needed quart of oil, and sending him on his way with the obligatory Have A Nice Day, Y'all come back soon, sendoff. This was going to be the summer of my life I thought as I watched Russ's face, the customers looks, and the two guys and that girl, drive off. Voyeuring the Cruz Ch. 3 Sunday afternoon, we were fairly busy. People were leaving town after their weekend here and were gassing up for the trip home. Russ and I had little opportunity for any peeking and we were both a little tired anyway, hoping the early Sunday closing time of 7 PM would come quickly. About 6:00 that evening, as we were starting to wheel in the various displays and such, a '57 chevy nomad pulled in full of young boys and the top loaded with several surfboards. I'll get it, volunteered Russ as I continued to wheel an additive display cart into the back room. The guys from the nomad had all piled out and were heading for the john. While in the back room, rearranging stuff to make enough room, I could hear voices from the restroom, laughing and the such. The unmistakable sound of a guy emptying his bladder with a vengeance, came through the thin metal wall and a sudden feeling of curiosity came over me. An almost irresistible, no, it was irresistible, urge came over me and I felt a slight stirring in my pants. I climbed up the ladder as quietly as I could, after checking to see if Russ was still busy with the chevy nomad. I wouldn't have wanted him to know I was peeping at guys! At the top of the ladder I peered down through the vent fan fixture and could see 4 guys below, one just finishing at the toilet, shaking his thing the others waiting for their turn. Before the guy who had just finished zipped it up, he turned to the others waving his fairly long flaccid weenie at his friends saying "Hey Renny, wanna suck on this puppy awhile?" The others laughed a bit, kind of typical guy talk, but to my surprise and astonishment, the guy who must have been Renny replied, "Boy, would I!" The guy with his dingus hanging out moved over to Renny, stroking himself, while the other two guys grinned and stepped to either side of the toilet to pee. Renny kneeled down, now in front of, I'll call him dingus, as the others let go of their streams simultaneously into the porcelain fixture. Dingus was working his meat up, becoming semi-hard, while the one called Renny began dithering his balls. I was dumbstruck, my jaw dropping nearly to the top of the fixture I was peering through. Now hard, Dingus presented Renny with the head of what to me was a very thick and large shaft, loose with foreskin which he rolled back and forth over its length. Renny eagerly accepted the offering and began slurping and slavering over the entire organ as if there was no tomorrow. The other two guys, who had now finished their pissing were giving their respective penises their obligatory post urinating shakes all the while their eyes glued to the pair behind them. Wet sucking noises were emanating up to my ears as Renny went to town on ol' Dingus who leaned back against the wall, proud of his charitable offering, giving a wink and grin to the other two guys. The two guys, still wringing their whangs grinned back at Dingus and at each other as their hardening dinks waved at each other. I noticed that I too was becoming aroused, and began to feel a bit weird, as I wondered why such a display as this was exciting me. I adjusted myself as best I could, to allow my cock room to grow, and continued watching. Below I heard a low moan coming from Dingus, and Renny took that as a cue to increase his intensity on the task at hand. He began bobbing on that guys hard-on down to the root and back again, over and over, one hand assisting in the stroking, the other massaging some rather impressive looking nards hanging loosely below. Another moan escaped from Dingus and I could see Renny, dropping those big balls, his finger disappearing in a search for Dingus's anus. Yet another, louder sound from Dingus, and his eyes closed and body stiffened and semen began to leak out of Rennys mouth, down from the corner of his lips onto his chin. Gulping and slurping in apparent delight, Renny let loose of that softening dick and rolled that stuff in his mouth, letting a little more dribble down his chin in a display to everyone. Then he swallowed it. EEEWWWW, I thought to myself, as I turned my attention to the other two guys. They were apparently, having a race towards orgasm. They both moved closer to Renny, who was still on his knees, pointing their cocks at his face. Renny reached out with both hands and began manipulating both of those guys' balls. Both guys whacked their whangs harder and faster, moaning a little, then simultaneously began spurting their jism all over poor Rennys face and open, waiting mouth. Both of the two guys repeated their ritual "shaking off" on Rennys face then they zipped up. Dingus replaced his own sagging sausage, tucking it carefully back into his pants, and the three of them left the restroom, leaving poor ol' Renny to clean off his face alone. Instead of washing though, I watched him whip out his own penis and lying down on the floor, he began masturbating his small skinny thing with a fast fisting. He came and wiped up his semen with his fingers, then sucking his stuff off of them. Well, that was too much for me, though I wondered why my dick was so hard after witnessing such a disgusting display. I climbed down the ladder, turned, and their was Russ. I felt my face go totally red, Russ began to grin, then burst out laughing, as I saw his eyes glance down at my bulging crotch. "Grooving on the guys?" he asked, still laughing. "Well," I said, and I told him how I had just been curious 'cause of some sounds I had heard, then related the whole disgusting scene to him. Then it was my turn to laugh as I noticed and pointed to Russ's bulging crotch, and Russ's turn to blush. So we finished up the ritual of closing, doused the lights, and just before we locked up the office Russ motioned to across the street where a very fine looking girl was walking down the sidewalk approaching the payphone. "Wait a sec, Cap" Russ said. "Give her a ring on the payphone and see if she bites!" he said. Well I had tried this a time or two without success but Russ had met a few girls and got dates, even, so I said "what the hell." Dialing the appropriate number from our list of the three corner payphones I heard it begin to ring. As I watched the girl pass by the phone across the street, she hesitated then walked on then stopped and came back to pick up the receiver. "Hello?" she said. I stuttered a bit then asked if I could order a pizza delivered. She laughed and said that I had the wrong number. I said sorry, then who is this anyway? The girl, not aware we were just across the street watching her, explained the circumstance and we began to chat. Terribly shy, though emboldened by this anonimity, I finally got around to asking her if she wanted to party. Her reply was no, she was on her way to a friends to get a ride to another party up at the White Ladies House. As an after thought she asked if I wanted to go with them. I replied, "well I'm with a friend." To which she responded, "well, bring him along." She gave directions and said that it was at midnight and hung up. I told Russ about it and we agreed to go in my car after we went home, ate and cleaned up. About 11:30 I picked up Russ at his parents house and we proceeded to the so called White Ladies House. Russ had said he had heard of it but knew not much else about it except for rumors of some wild parties. We drove to near the edge of town and I saw the small narrow road the girl had told me to watch for. I turned onto it and followed it up hill, winding around a lot of thick brush, that giving way to stands of pine trees for about a mile and a half. There the road turned to gravel and a little further along, it widened into a rather large clearing where some cars were parked. I pulled in next to another car, and killed the lights and engine. We could see a flicker of light through the trees and we found a path that led in that direction. After turning a corner we spied an old, old house, in a state of complete disrepair, obviously abandoned for some time. There was a dim flickering light coming from several of the basement windows. It being really dark and being strangers not sure of our welcome here, we agreed to approach the house carefully and "and check it out" a bit before actually going inside. Creeping around the house we could hear a little activity from the inside but as the weeds and bushes become somewhat overgrown we could not see into any windows. As we came around behind the house though there was a fairly well lit basement window and we knelt down quietly to peer inside. As our eyes adjusted to the flickering light it became evident that it was from a great many candles strewn all around the floor of the basement. There were a dozen or more people inside, some sitting on an old threadbare sofa and a couple of old stuffed chairs that had also seen better days and some were sitting on the floor. To our surprise though we noticed that a few were unclothed. Yes! Everyone appeared to be drinking beer, empties laying all over and a bottle of liquor was making its way around. Two dudes sat on the sofa, and a very nice blonde girl between them. She was naked except for panties and both guys totally nude, one with an erection! In the back of the room a guy came down a steep set of stairs with a beer in his hand and his johnson wagging back and forth between his legs. On one of the chairs a girl was taking a gulp from the liquor bottle, wearing a halter and panties, and she unsteadily stood to hand it off to a guy on the floor. As she sat back down heavily, perhaps pretty drunk already, she began wriggling out of her panties, revealing an almost hairless beaver. Then her top came off and murmurs of approval could be heard from the group in general. A guy and a girl, sitting on the floor, passed the bottle on after partaking of a swig, then laid down and started making out, removing each others clothing. Russ and I looked at one another with both our mouths open. "I don't recognize anyone" he said to me softly. "I don't think we oughta go in" he advised. I felt the same but suggested we stay and watch awhile. Which is what we did as the scene before us continued to evolve. From somewhere in the background music could be heard, over the sounds of conversation, laughing and sexual pleasure. Everyone inside was watching the couple on the floor go at it, commenting in tones of approval as they continued to pass the bottle around. Soon the girl sitting naked in the chair rolled limply off it and crawled over to the pair on the floor, and joined in. While the couple lay side by side kissing and groping, the drunk girl began sucking on the guys cock while spreading the other girls thighs and rubbing her pussy while kneeling between them somewhat unsteadily. A guy sitting in another old chair, who had been naked below the waist, now finished off the bottle, chucked it in a corner and stood, approaching the threesome with a stiffening prick. Standing over the drunk girls exposed and inviting ass, he started rubbing his dickhead up and down her pussy while she kept sucking cock and fingering the other girl. Using his cockhead to spread her pussy lips he began the insertion process as the drunk girl wiggled her butt back at him. She then switched from cock to pussy with her mouth and pussy to cock with her hand, pressing her butt back a little as her pussy parted, swallowing up the guys now fully erect penis. As the four on the floor established a sensual rhythm, Russ and I exchanged an awestruck glance. We were both extremely excited as was obvious even in the dark, and we self- consciously adjusted ourselves for comfort. The scene below, was getting quite hot. On the sofa, the blonde had removed the one guys briefs and was slowly jacking on each of their cocks while the three all watched the action on the floor before them. The guys on each side of her had a hand on each of her breasts, fingers tweaking at her nipples. There were others sitting on the floor on the far side of the four on the floor and they were all shedding garments and getting into one another. The drunk girl began thrusting backward, hard, as the guy impaling her rump stopped his thrusts and just let her have her way with his dick and as she began her orgasm, she moved her ass in slow circles in time to each backward, then forward motion. Her head came from out between the legs of the girl whose pussy she had been lapping and arching her back, she drove her snatch home, grinding his prick ever deeper in and around crying out the ecstasy of her climax. Naturally, the guy came then also as I was about to do the same just watching. I looked at Russ who, though trying to conceal it, had his stiff pecker out giving it a sweet stoking. What the hell I thought, I guess it would be considered appropriate under the circumstances, so I whipped my own out and attended to it while I turned my attention back to the action before us. The drunk girl collapsed in between the couple, separating them somewhat, so they got up and went over to the sofa. The guy sat on the floor in front of the blonde, leaning forward and began licking at her now wet pussy. The girl did likewise with one of the guys freeing up the blondes right hand. The other guy stood up on the couch, straddling the blonde, and presented her pouty mouth with his pride and joy. What a scene I thought to myself, slowly stroking my penis, trying not to come just yet. Russ was definitely into the heavy breathing thing as he did as I did. The people sitting on the floor were pairing up, two couples and a guy who at the moment was alone. While the couples were beginning to couple, he rose and went over to where the drunk girl lay, passed out, on the floor face down. He knelt between her legs, hand kneading and spreading her buttocks, giving us all a periodic glimpse of her pussy lips, now dribbling semen onto the floor. He seemed pretty caught up in this, leaning his head to the side and closer in order to view her parts more closely. Then still kneading and spreading her ass cheeks he would bend down and tongue her vulnerable little pink pucker, circling his long tongue, occasionally giving it a deep probe then resuming the rimming. The drunk girl seemed oblivious to this mentally but I could see her pussy lips begin to drip profusely and the guy was really enjoying going down on her asshole and eyeing that nearly bald cunt if the size of his hard-on was any indication. It seemed quite large compared to my own. The group on the couch was approaching a frenzied level of intense sexual excitement as the guy feeding meat to the seated blonde began really stuffing her mouth. Her hands were grasping both of his ass cheeks, physically encouraging his thrusts, all the while her legs were spreading further as the guy between them apparently wanted to stuff his head up there. His original partner next to him had her nose squashed deep down into her guys pubic hair while she fondled his balls with one hand and reaching up, was diddling his male titty nipple with the other. Watching her do this I tried my own nipple with my free hand under my shirt and lost my load right then and there. Opening my eyes, I saw my come dripping down the basement window, leaving slim tracks, thus obscuring the view. God I came a gallon I thought but soon realized that half of it at least had once belonged to Russ. That's when I heard a twig snap behind me and I started, falling on my back from my squatting position, only to see two guys, big guys, looking down at us, each holding a knife!!! "What in the fuck are you two PERVERTS doing here?" one bellowed loudly.