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Watcher

By: MungoParkIII



Marco walked into the old hotel room oblivious to the antique furniture and fine paintings on the wall. He casually tossed his bag on the bed, moved past the flat screen TV and made his way to the window next to a fine roll top desk. He quietly turned the latch and opened the window, feeling the cool breeze outside. Looking at the building across the street he studied the windows along the penthouse level. Happy with the particular view he had, he walked back into the room and opened his bag, pulling out a tripod. Setting the tripod up next to the window, he pulled a chair over, sat down and adjusted the height of the tripod as he glanced through his telescope.

Moving over to another chair near the window, Marco pulled out a newspaper and leafed through it, glancing over at the building from time to time. As it got darker outside, he turned on the lamp near his chair and continued reading. After about thirty minutes or so he noticed a light go on across the way and as he watched he saw another light go on. He turned off his reading light and moved over to his chair and looked through the telescope. Seeing some movement inside the bedroom, he zoomed in with his telescope and caught a glimpse of a man, and then a woman.

He glanced down at his watch and then turned to his desk, opened a small notebook and jotted down some notes. Looking back through his telescope he noticed the woman was on the bed. Focusing he could see she was naked and he knew he was in for a treat. After a few moments she turned to her side, said something and then rolled onto her back. Adjusting the pillows she leaned back on them and then opened her legs, giving Marco an excellent opportunity to zoom in.

The woman had long dark hair that she arranged down and around her breasts, partially covering them. He could see one dark nipple peeking between the strands, but then turned his attention downward, looking at the dense patch of pubic hair and then the tight slit Marco hoped to see in action soon. Oh yes, his hotel room was expensive, but he could already tell it was going to be worth every penny.

A naked man moved into view and as the man began kissing the woman, first on her lips and then down on her breasts, Marco could see he recognized the man. He always wanted to see how the rich and famous fucked, this was his chance. Making sure everything was in focus he followed the man as he moved his head down from the woman's breasts, kissing down her stomach, though the patch of hair and down to her slit.

Zooming in closer, Marco watched as the man plunged his tongue into her pussy, but then the man changed positions so all he could see was the back of the man's head. Disappointed he moved back up the woman's body, spotting her breasts, the soft mounds flattened on her chest highlighted by the dark areola and firm nipples. He then moved up slightly focusing his attention on her face.

It was a new way of looking at sex for Marco, simply watching the changes in the woman's expression. Initially he saw her almost giggling, acting a bit silly, but as the man's head remained between her legs, she continued to smile, but wasn't laughing, instead simply taking in the pleasure. Soon he could see her teeth gently bite her lip as her face seemed to tense, her smile flattening as if she were intensely concentrating on something. Pushing her head back in the pillow, she closed her eyes as her whole body seemed to tense up and then just as quickly release. She suddenly smiled with her mouth open breathing deeply, her eyes slowly opening, gazing devotedly down at the man who brought her such pleasure.

Marco then saw the woman say something and reach down, pulling her lover up above her. He was kneeling between her legs and Marco could see as the woman took his hard cock and guided into her glistening pussy. He now had a choice of views, the one of the man's cock sliding in and out of her pussy, his balls bouncing against her ass, or the view of her face as once again it changed as the two bodies moved together.

Unable to see the man's face Marco wondered if he could tell when the man came, but soon, just by the movements he knew he could pretty much tell as the man got closer and closer to orgasm. Glancing at the woman's face Marco could tell she was close too, so he focused on her and watched her expression change to the concentrating look and then the release of pleasure washed over her.

Moving his attention back to the man he could see his ass and thigh muscles tighten and then he arched his back shoving his cock hard into the woman. Yes, Marco knew he was coming, spurting his hot jism into the beautiful woman. He paused a moment looking at the couple locked in ecstasy, then he focused the scope on the back of the man's head, moved his finger over the trigger and slowly squeezed.

Marco immediately closed his window, wiped it down with a rag and then closed the curtains. He disassembled his gun, quickly packing it in his back and then he wiped down any surfaces he might have come into contact with. He quickly slipped out of his room, rode the elevator down to the ground floor and walked out of the hotel. He walked down the street for about a block then hailed a cab and slipped inside.

Only when the car was moving quickly through the traffic did Marco relax a bit. He closed his eyes and replayed the facial expressions on the woman's face as his target kissed and licked her pussy and the way she looked as the man made her come again as they fucked. He could only imagine the look on her face after he pulled the trigger, but Marco quickly wiped that image from his mind, savoring instead the way she smiled when she came. That was one of the little things he so enjoyed about his job. 

Watcher



Tristan absently brushed a lock of dark hair out of his eyes as leaned over the desk to look at the smoke alarm. "Tell me again why this is worth $1100.00?"

"This is the most advanced hidden surveillance system you can get on the civilian market." The sales person said starting his pitch again. "What makes this so unique isn't just the technology but the fact that even with examination; it still looks like a smoke alarm. All the surveillance components are built into the housing."

Turning the smoke alarm over the sales person pointed at a small darkened square. "Inside there is a small camera that has 15 times optical zoom and 30 times digital zoom. It is also capable of infrared imagery. The camera is on a small servo that can rotate 30 degrees in any direction, giving you an excellent view of an entire room. This part here that is open with small slits that looks like where a normal smoke alarm makes the alarm sound is actually a miniature parabolic microphone. The same kind people who are hard of hearing use to amplify sound. It can detect a whisper at 100 feet, so you can imagine how clear it is in the confined space of say a living room. With a built in motion sensor, it can be set up so it only comes on when motion is detected."

Turning the smoke alarm back over, the sales person continued his well practiced pitch. "There is also the capability of either a direct link to a monitor via a cable, it can broadcast the signal to a custom designed programmable receiver or it can transmit the signal to a router and then to any IP address. So the image can be viewed on the internet. This is usually a private IP address that only the customer has access to."

Getting to the end of his pitch, the sales person connected the body of the smoke alarm back to the frame. Lighting a cigarette, he held it under the alarm. "Last and equally important is that it really functions as a smoke alarm." Just then the high pitched chime began to sound.

Tristan was pleased with what he saw. It was everything he had hoped for and more. "I'll take it."

The sales person hesitated for a moment. "You do understand sir, that we are a manufacturer. We do not sell individually. If all you want is one. There are a couple of vendors who can sell you one."

Tristan smiled. "I was thinking of starting an online security camera business. I would be purchasing 500."

The sales person eyes grew wide. This was more than he hoped for. Most venders only stock between 50 and 100. This would be a huge sale. "If you were to by in that quantity, I could take off $100. That would bring the total cost to $500,000.00."

"Congratulations. You just made yourself a sale." Tristan said as he leaned over the desk to shake the sales person's hand.

*****

Tristan stood in the lobby of the empty building he had recently purchased. At twenty five he had made several million in real-estate and had put the majority of his wealth into buying this building. Looking at himself in the large mirror that covered a wall, his five foot ten athletic frame trembled slightly at the excitement he felt.

It had taken eight months and three million dollars to renovate the ten story building that was now his. The ground level was the leasing office, gym, maintenance office, indoor sauna and hot tub. Outside there was a swimming pool for the residence. Floors two through nine consisted of thirty-two apartments. There are four apartments per floor. Each apartment had beautiful carpet, granite countertops, roman tubs and a separate glass-door walk in shower in the bathrooms. Each apartment also had twelve foot ceilings. The tenth floor was all his, including a private elevator.

The surveillance cameras/smoke alarms had finally arrived. He had always been a bit of a voyeur. Spending many hours watching everything from private cams you paid for online to the more socially accepted reality shows. Now thanks to some savvy business deals he would be able to live out his greatest fantasy, watching every aspect of average people.

It had taken Tristan a full week to install the cameras. Each apartment had two bedrooms, two full baths, a kitchen, small dining room, living room and a study. The cameras were set up so that no matter what configuration the rooms were set up in. He would have an excellent view. Even the study was set up in such a way that it forced the occupant to set up their desk and computer on a certain wall where the only electrical outlets could be found. He had also installed a wireless router system throughout the entire property that would easily pick up the signals from every camera. The routers required a security code to access them. The images transmitted to a secure and heavily encrypted IP address only he knew. Each apartment had 7 cameras, one in each bedroom, each bathroom, the living room, kitchen and study. He had used a total of 224 smoke alarm/cameras in the apartments and 5 in the main floor office, hallway, gym, sauna and hot tub. The additional 271 cameras he stored away incase one was damaged or he wanted to use somewhere else.

*****

With his apartment building located downtown and priced at a reasonable $1200.00 a month, the list of perspective renters was huge. He immediately dismissed the obvious, people who couldn't really afford it, bad credit and people who had a history of breaking leases. The next group dismissed, were those for less obvious reasons. People who had underage children, elderly and those who he had no desire to see naked.

He had hired a woman to do all the interviews and accept the applications. A camera/smoke alarm had allowed him to take notes on the potential renters that he could not have asked the woman doing the interviews to write down. Things like beauty, body type, hair color, eye color, height and breast size. While the main renter files held all the standard information. His personal files would be far more informative.

After a month, Tristan had finally rented out all thirty-two apartments. Nine went to young attractive married couples with no children. Five went to married couples with one daughter at least eighteen years old. Four went to single mothers with a daughter at least eighteen. Three went to lesbian couples. Eight went to beautiful single women. Three apartments were rented to single mothers with a teenage son. 

Tristan sat in a custom designed room. It was sound proofed and contained a chair and small desk in the center. The main wall held three massive 80" plasma TVs, with six 41" TVs above them. The two walls to the left and right held twenty-eight 30" plasma TVs with their screens split into fours. The room also had a Bose surround sound system. The desk contained a laptop computer that would allow him to place any of the camera views from the smaller monitors onto the large ones. There was also a joystick control that would enable him to rotate the camera, zoom in and out and switch to infrared. The sound was automatically set up for which ever camera occupied the main center screen.

Since there was only one freight elevator he had allotted three hours to each resident moving in. Starting at 8AM, this would allow five people to move in each day over the next six days and two renters on the seventh.

*****

Tuesday October 27, 2009

Tristan had waited the entire week before turning on all the monitors. He knew the first week would be nothing but frustration for him if he had started watching when they moved in. It would have been nothing but movers, unpacking boxes and arranging furniture. It had now been twenty-four hours since the last tenants moved in.

Grabbing a drink he sat in his comfortable computer chair and turned on all the monitors. Only a few monitors were blank, telling him that no one was home. Scanning the various monitors he found one that he had been waiting for.

*****

Apt#401, Tristan pulled up the file. It was a married couple with one daughter. Adam Jones was a 45 year old landscaper. He is 5'10" with brown hair. His wife Samantha is a 39 year old stay at home mom with blonde hair and a petite 5'6" frame. Their daughter Faith is 18 and a senior in high school.

It was Faith that had Tristan's attention. She had just turned on the shower and was now getting undressed. Tristan used the joystick control to center her on the large 80" TV. She was gorgeous. She was about 5'5" tall and had a tight teenage body. Tristan watched as she took off her shorts, revealing a pair of blue boy shorts. She then took off her shirt and bra. Tristan licked his lips at the sight of her perfect size C breast. She then peeled down her boy shorts and Tristan zoomed in on her bald pussy.

Faith then reached in the shower and tested the water with her hand. Deciding the temperature was right she got in. Tristan had a good view of her through the glass shower door. Only slightly blurry from the water, he could still make out details. He watched as she closed her eyes and ran water over her head. She ran her fingers through her wet hair, then to her shoulders, over her breast and down to her stomach. Faith then grabbed some shampoo and started to wash her hair. Tristan watched for a couple of minutes as she rubbed it into her scalp. He saw the lather trickle down over her perky breast and continue down her lithe body. She picked up a sponge mitt and put some body wash on it. She rubbed it across her neck and then over her breast. She then rubbed her stomach and down to her shaved vagina. Leaning her head back, Tristan noticed she spent a little more time there than on any other part of her body. Faith then went around to an ass that could only belong to a teenage girl.

Tristan's hypnotic gaze was interrupted by a knock on the door. Without waiting for an answer, the door opened and her dad walked in. Tristan was a little surprised she didn't try to grab a towel or yell at him to get out.

"Faith, dinner is ready." Her father said as he casually examined his naked daughter through the glass door. "Thank dad. I'll be out in a moment."

"That's different." Tristan said to himself.

After her dad had left, Faith had gotten out of the shower and quickly toweled off. Putting on some boxers and a tank top she left to go eat dinner.

Tristan was pleased at the quality of the sound he got from the mike. He was also happy that the camera had not fogged up from the shower. The image quality was also excellent.

*****

Apt#503 was the next to get Tristan's attention. It was a young woman wearing a tank top and a red thong. Tristan quickly pulled up the file. Her name is Gwen Stuart. She is a school teacher who lived by herself. She is 5'5", with brown hair and brown eyes.

Tristan tracked her with the camera as she walked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine. She then proceeded to the sofa, grabbed a remote and turned on the stereo. Leaning back she placed the wine on the end table. Tristan watched as Gwen leaned her head back and began to run her fingers over her breast. Even though she was wearing a tank top, he could tell by her hardening nipples that she was not wearing a bra.

Tristan watched as Gwen spread her legs apart and began to caress her pussy with her left hand through the thin lace material. With her right hand she pulled up her tank top so that her size D breasts were exposed. As she messaged her breast she rubbed her thumb over her nipple. Tristan zoomed in a little and could tell they were hard. He had never seen nipples poke out that much.

Gwen then released her breast and slid off her thong, exposing a shaved pussy with a thin patch of hair at the top. Tossing it to the floor she then started to play with her pussy again. Sliding her middle finger inside, she gave a soft moan that Tristan picked up over the low stereo. In and out, over and over, Tristan could now faintly hear the gushing sound of her soaking wet hole as her finger penetrated to the knuckle.

After about five minutes, she inserted a second finger and began to gyrate her hips, trying to take in as much of her fingers as possible. Tristan could see a small wet spot appear on the sofa where her juices had flowed down. He could see her fingers glisten with moisture when she pulled them out to play with her clit. She ran the flat of her hand in a small circular motion.

It took Gwen about ten more minutes to climax. She began to squeeze her breast harder. Simultaneously she pumped her hands in and out while grinding her hips. Her neck was arched back and her face showed an expression of sheer pleasure.

"Oh god! Oh God!" Escaped from her lips as she climaxed. Tristan imagined her pussy beginning to contract around her fingers in orgasm. He could see Gwen's juices dripping down the crack of her ass and onto the sofa. Her breath shudder at the sudden build up and release as each wave threatened to overtake her.

Tristan absently rubbed his cock through his pants as he watched his unsuspecting tenant have an orgasm.

*****

Apt#601, Tristan could see two women on the sofa making out. He quickly pulled up their file. It was a lesbian couple. Kira Bloom is a 5'7" environmentalist with an athletic body. Her girlfriend's name is Leah Ericson, a twenty-eight year old teacher. Both women were incredibly sexy.

Kira and Leah were now completely naked, running their hands over each others body, kissing with a passion.

Kira slid her hand up Leah's thigh until she came to her shaved mound. She ran her fingers across her wet lips, parting them as she applied a little pressure with her fingers. "You're so wet and warm. I love the way you feel." Kira said as she slid one and then two fingers into Leah's hot pussy.

Leah held up Kira's right breast with her hand and played with her nipple in her mouth. Making circles with her tongue and then lightly blowing on it to give it a cooling sensation.

"I really love doing this." Kira said giggling. "I want to taste you."

Leah nodded and lay on the ground. 

Kira placed a knee on each side of Leah's head and lay across her stomach. Now in the sixty-nine position Kira started by rubbing her hand on her lover's shaved mound. Kira gave a little jump when she felt a tongue enter her vagina. She could feel the tongue as it worked its way around her lips and onto her clit. Refocusing on her end, she stuck her face between Leah's legs and smelled her sweet aroma. Reaching underneath one of her ass cheeks, she inserted two fingers into the wet pussy. Placing her mouth over the clit she began to alternate between sucking on it and flicking it with her tongue.

Tristan watched as Leah gripped both of Kira's ass cheeks and forced her down harder onto her face. When Leah had pulled her face away from Kira's soaking wet snatch, Tristan could see her face glisten with her lover's juices. He had watched both of them for over half an hour before they brought each other to orgasm, each within a few seconds of the other.

*****

Apt# 501, Tristan noticed a young guy sitting at a computer desk in his room rubbing his cock through his boxers. Tristan pulled up the file. His name is Greg Travers. He is an eighteen year old high school graduate who lives at home with his mother Sarah. His mother is a sexy thirty-four year old photographer. Given their ages she had him when she was only sixteen.

Tristan watched as Greg undid the button on his boxers and pulled out his cock. Greg began to slowly stroke his cock as he watched the images on the screen.

Tristan focused the camera on the monitor, curious as to what the teenager was jerking off to. The first image that he saw was a sexy woman in a bikini with brown hair and a beautiful set of size D tits. Something tugged at Tristan's mind.

"No way." Tristan said to himself and pulled up the other rooms in the apartment on the other 80" screen. He saw Greg's mother Sarah in the living room in her pajamas watching TV.

"You little pervert. You're beating off to pictures of your own mother."

Tristan looked back at Greg's monitor and saw more images of his mother flash across. The images set into a slide show flashed by every five seconds. There were pictures of her asleep on the sofa. A couple pictures of her naked or in underwear in her bedroom as she was changing. He had apparently hidden a camera in her bedroom before.

Tristan watched as Greg jerked off to his mother. He could tell he was getting close to orgasm as Greg's hand began to pump harder and faster. Greg grabbed a towel of the desk and held his cock over it as he beat his meat. Tristan watched as Greg hunched over and released a load of sperm on to the towel. The first jet of cum fired with a lot of force, then about three weaker blasts, followed by a glop of cum dripping down from his penis and on to the towel. A couple of more strokes got a few more drops and he wiped the head of his penis on to the towel.

Greg then put his penis back in his boxer, redid the button and tossed the towel onto the floor. Tristan followed him as he got up and walked into the living room and sat on the sofa next to his mother.

*****

Apt# 901. This was the next apartment to capture his attention. It was a newly married couple named Seth and Lindsay Howard. Seth was a twenty-six year old teacher and Lindsay was a twenty-four year old waitress. Lindsay was in the kitchen pouring a glass of wine.

Tristan watched as Seth put his hands on his wife's hips, leaned against her and began kissing her neck. His wife responded by moaning softly. Slowly she turned around, forgetting the wine and they began to kiss in a passionate embrace. Seth ran his hands down his wife's side and to her ass. Tristan watched as Seth's hands roamed all over his wife's ass and back.

Seth leaned back, removing his right hand from her ass and began to caress the exposed part of her chest from the low cut dress. He slowly dipped underneath the fabric brushing his finger tips across her breast. Tristan watched as Seth slid the thin shoulder straps off each shoulder causing his wife's dress to fall to the floor.

Tristan admired Seth's wife as she stood in the kitchen wearing only a bra, panties, stockings, garter and high heels, all in black. She had a perfect body.

Lindsay stepped over the dress that had fallen to the floor. She slowly unbuttoned her husband's shirt, sliding it off his shoulders and throwing it to the floor. Caressing his muscled chest she ran her fingers down his stomach to his belt buckle. Seth kicked off his shoes. Tristan watched as Lindsay kneeled in front of her husband. Seth's wife started massaging his hard cock through his jeans. Expertly undoing his belt and unbuttoning his jeans with her free hand. She then pulled down his jeans and gave him a second to step out of them.

Taking off his socks Seth now stood in front of his kneeling wife wearing only his boxers.

After stroking her husband's cock a few time through the boxers. Lindsay pulled them down and grabbed what she had been longing for. 

Tristan's eyes bulged at the huge cock.

The nine inch cock was huge in Lindsay's small hands. Lindsay slowly stroked the entire length of the shaft.

"This is definitely one of the reasons I married you." Lindsay said with a smile.

"Works for me." Seth had replied.

"Tonight I just want to fuck; we can make love some other time."

Tristan watched as all Seth could do was nod his head. Tristan and Seth were turned on by the words that came out of her mouth. 

"This is definitely one of the reasons I married you." Seth said with a smile.

Lindsay, still holding her husband's cock leaned forward and started rubbing it on her face, caressing her cheeks. She then took the tip of his cock into her mouth and began sucking, taking in a little more each time. About four inches down Tristan expected Lindsay to stop, and start stroking the bottom half. She didn't.

Seth grabbing the back of her hair, watched as his wife took inch after inch. Until all nine inches went down her throat. It appeared to Tristan that Seth seemed surprised his wife could do that. Seth closed his eyes and slid his cock in and out of his wife's throat. Only stopping every minute or so, so she could catch her breath. Grabbing his wife's hair he began to thrust in and out of her a little faster.




Watcher



Tristan could hear a slurping, wet sound as Lindsay took her husband's cock out of her throat and mouth. Tristan was seriously considering sending a thank you letter to the manufacturer of the smoke alarm/cameras. The sound quality was crystal clear.

While still jerking him off and using her saliva as a lubricant, Lindsay said, "That's it Seth, fuck my face. Ram that cock down my throat."

Seth gripped his wife's hair even harder and began thrusting it in and out of her throat. He drove it all the way in until his balls were touching her lips. Tristan could see where Lindsay's throat expanded around the steeled cock. Over and over it was repeated, with noises of ecstasy escaping from both of them.

After about ten minutes it was clear to Tristan that Seth wasn't going to last any longer with his wife swallowing his entire cock.

"I can't take anymore Lindsay, I'm about to cum."

Taking Seth's cock out of her mouth, Tristan heard Lindsay say. "That's it Seth, blow your wad all over me. On my face, in my mouth, all over, I want to bath in cum. I want to taste it." Lindsay continued stroking her husband's cock inches from her face. Opening her mouth in anticipation of the drenching she was about to receive.

Seth exploded all over his wife's face. The first shot leaving a trail from his wife's nose, across her right eye and in to her hair. Lindsay took a couple of cum shots directly into her mouth. The last ribbons of sperm went onto her face. When Seth was finished she kept her hold on his massive cock. Tristan watched as she licked her lips and appeared to savor the taste. Lindsay spent another minute using Seth's cock to smear the creamy jizz all over her cheek. She then took the jizz coated cock into her mouth and cleaned it off.

It seemed that Seth decided it was Lindsay's turn. Lifting his wife up off her knees, he led her to the bedroom. At the edge of the bed Seth took off his wife's bra, exposing her beautiful size C tits. After messaging her breast for moment and tweaking her nipples with his fingers he finally laid her down on the bed. 

Seth sat down next to his wife and began running his hands over her body. Exploring all the places as if new again. Tristan watched as Seth ran his hands along her breast, down her stomach and then to her warm pussy. Slowly up her thighs to the snaps that held the garter to the hose. Unsnapping each one, he disconnected the garter and hose. After unsnapping the garter, Seth returned his attention to between his wife's legs. He watched as Seth ran the tips of his fingers over her mound. Tristan could see that Lindsay's panties were soaked through. Lindsay reacted by spreading her legs a little further apart and moaning.

Seth slid his wife's panties off and exposed her perfectly bald mound. Seth spread his wife's legs even wider. He then placed himself between them leaning on his left elbow. With his right thumb he began to rub her lips, working his way to her clitoris and rubbing it in circles.

"Oh yes, right there." Lindsay exclaimed as she grinded her pelvis into her husband's hand.

Seth then slid one finger into her. Back and forth he easily penetrated her wet pussy. While he finger fucked his wife, Seth placed his mouth to her clit and began sucking.

Lindsay arched her back violently. "That's it baby. Eat my pussy. I want to cum in your mouth just like you came in mine."

Lindsay began grinding harder into Seth's mouth. Tristan watched as Lindsay reached down with both hand and forced Seth's face hard into her pussy. This clearly sent her over the edge. Her body began to shake and she squeezed Seth's head between her legs.

Tristan could clearly see Seth was now hard as a rock again. He watched as Seth got up and kneeled between her legs. Taking his erection and sliding into his wife. Holding her legs apart, one hand on each ankle, Seth pounded his wife.

"Is this what you want baby?" Asked Seth as he fucked his wife for all he was worth.

"Yes Seth. Fuck me! Fuck me until I can't walk."

Tristan saw Seth smile as his wife took all nine inches and moaned with pleasure.

Seth slid his cock out of her. "Get on your hands and knees honey. I want to fuck you like an animal."

Lindsay complied right away. She got on her knees and leaned on her elbows. Her back was arched and her ass was up in the air. Seth got behind her and slid nine inches in to his wife's wet pussy.

Seth fucked his wife doggie style. Given how hard she was pushing back on him. Tristan wasn't entirely sure who was fucking who.

Lindsay rammed back hard after each thrust. "Yes...Yes...Give it to me Seth. Spank my ass."

Seth obeyed his wife and spanked her ass. Each time he did it she cried out "again".

"I can't believe when we got married you would be this erotic." said Seth as he hammered his wife doggie style.

"I decided if I was going to get married. I was going to do every dark fantasy I ever had. You're my husband. There shouldn't be any secrets."

Seth took his right hand from her ass and rubbed his thumb in the cum still on her face. Taking his now slick thumb, Seth began to rub his thumb at the opening of his wife's ass. As he pumped her pussy he began slowly applying more pressure to his thumb. After a few seconds, Seth's thumb slid into his wife's anal cavity. Slowly he began working it in and out, until he could bury his thumb all the way to his knuckle. As her ass became a little looser, he licked his other thumb and inserted it into his wife.

As Seth continued fucking his wife, he began applying pressure to both thumbs and started stretching her ass out. There was now a thin opening between his thumbs.

Lindsay more than willing to go along with it said. "You want to fuck me in the ass? Go ahead. Fill my ass just like my pussy." Lindsay slid off his cock and reached into her nightstand. Having pulled out some KY, she applied a generous amount to her hand and coated Seth's entire shaft. Then just as quickly she got back into her position ready for the anal impaling.

Seth didn't hesitate. He placed his cock at his wife's opening and began to push it in. Seth slowly pushed the head in. Then working it in and out he began sliding in more. After about five inches he couldn't get any more in.

Tristan saw as Lindsay began to wiggle around, while at the same time pushing hard against Seth trying to get more cock inside her. After a minute of trying the last five inches slid into her anal cavity. "Oh!" She said. Clearly a little surprised when it finally went all the way in.

Seth slid his cock in and out of his beautiful wife's ass. Every once in a while pulling all the way out of her so he could see inside her cavity. The hole stayed open now that she had relaxed her anal muscles.

Seth fucked his wife in the ass for another twenty minutes.

"I'm about to cum." Seth said.

"Are you going to cum in my ass baby?" Lindsay asked.

"No. Turn over on your back. I want to blow my load into your mouth and see you swallow it."

Lindsay flipped over onto her back, her head tilted foreword, leaning on a pillow. Seth straddled her and began jerking himself off.

"Open wide baby." Said Seth as he grabbed his wife's hair with one hand and jerked him off with the other.

Seth's cum hungry wife replied, "Do it baby. I want you to cum in my mouth."

Seth blew his load straight into his wife's eager mouth. Once he had it all out she then opened her mouth to show Seth the cum inside her mouth and then swallowed. When she reopened her mouth there was no more cum.

"Yummy." Can I have some more?

Seth collapsed next to her. "Maybe a little later."

*****

It was 4AM by the time Tristan was too tired to watch more of his reality TV. He had watched a beautiful teenage girl take a shower. A woman masturbate on her sofa, a lesbian couple have sex, an eighteen year old guy jerk off to pictures of his mom and a newly married couple have some of the most amazing sex he had ever seen. He couldn't wait to see what would happen next.

*****

Wednesday October 28, 2009

It was 11AM when Tristan woke up. He took a shower, ate a quick breakfast and went to check his mail. At the communal mail box he saw an envelope taped to several of the boxes. Apparently most had already checked their mail and taken off their envelopes. Tristan opened the letter and found an invitation to a Halloween party being thrown by a Lisa Woods in apartment #803. A costume party and all the residents of the building are invited.

Tristan got the rest of his mail and made his way back to his apartment. Running through his mail, Tristan tossed out all the junk mail and placed the bills on his kitchen table. Taking the party invitation he made his way to his personal reality studio.

Ignoring the monitors for a moment, he pulled up the information on Lisa Woods. She was a twenty-three year old bombshell, who was 5'5", with red hair and blue eyes. It also showed she was self employed. Tristan decided to wait and see how many tenants showed up before he decided if he would go or not.

Apt# 803, Tristan pulled up Lisa's apartment and found that she was home. She was in her living room dressed in a white sports bra and matching skin tight shorts. She was exercising to a video on her TV. Tristan watched as her breast bounced up and down in aerobic exercise. Her skin tight clothing revealed a flawless form. She had size D breast, a well rounded ass and a flat stomach.

While Lisa was beautiful, it was clear that she would be exercising for a while. Tristan began to see what his other tenants were doing. Most of the apartments were empty. They were probably at work or school.

Apt# 202, Tristan saw a woman in her study typing on her computer. She was eating a slice of pizza and drinking a Dr. Pepper. She was wearing a robe and her hair was pulled back and appeared wet. She had clearly just gotten out of the shower.

A little annoyed that he had missed it, Tristan pulled up her file. Her name is Tonya Reese. She is a twenty-two year old self-employed woman who lived by herself. She is 5'3", small breast and has long brown hair.

Tristan looked at her monitor to see what she was doing. Zooming in he could see she was in a chat room. The Host was called mIRC and the room she was in was called Cybercafé.

Tristan pulled up mIRC on his laptop. There is a $20 one time registration fee. Tristan smiled to himself and decided to register. It took only a couple of minutes to sign up. After receiving his e-mail conformation, he downloaded the software and ran the program. It only took a second to find the Cybercafé. Tristan looked back at the monitor and saw her screen name to be (T.R.ouble). Tristan smiled at the cleverness of using the first two initials of her name as the first two letters in trouble.

Tristan entered the Cybercafé chat room. There were only nine people in the room.

*Watcher has joined the #Cybercafé  Hello everyone.  Hello Watcher.  hello Watcher  Hi Watcher. What is it you watch exactly?

"You." Tristan said out loud, but did not type.

 TV mostly. But right now I'm watching my pizza dripping sauce on my computer desk.  I'm having pizza to.  Yeah where from?  My freezer.  Pizza Hut, here.  I haven't seen you here before. Are you new?  Yes. Just signed up recently.  Nice. Welcome to mIRC.  Thx.

#Watcher  Can we talk a little in private message?  : ) Sure.  So what do you do?  I own and run an online store. You?  I'm in real estate.  That's cool. Pays pretty well?  Very. So what do you look like?  I'm 22, short 5'3" 98lbs, with brown hair and brown eyes. You? Tristan was thrilled that she told him the truth. He also noted her weight in to her personal file.  I'm 5'10". 170lbs, 25 years old, with dark hair to my shoulders.  You sound nice.  So do you.  Let me guess. Next you want to know what I am wearing? Lol  That obvious?  Tends to be the trend.  Well?  I am wearing a robe with nothing on underneath. You?  Boxers and a t-shirt.  Are you getting hard thinking about me naked under my robe?  I am now. Lol

Tristan really was getting an erection. Especially since he could see her on an 80" plasma TV. He couldn't believe how provocative she was. Tristan wondered if she was that open in real life, or was it just with the anonymity that the internet provided.

 Good. Why don't you take off your boxers and get more comfortable.  One second.

Tristan actually did get out of his chair and take off his boxers.

 Ok, they are off. Why don't you undo your robe?

Tristan watched the monitor and was excited to see that she had untied her robe. She was now sitting in her chair with her beautiful B size breast and shaved vagina.

 Ok. I opened my robe.  Did you really?  Of course. This is only fun if you actually do it.  Nice. What are your breast like?  They are a nice size. I have a B cup. How big is your cock?  Nine inches and thick. Wish you could see it.  That does sound nice. Why don't you grab it and pretend it's my hand.  You're a dirty little girl. You like this in real life?  Lol. No. Only in cyberspace.  Why don't you rub your breast.

Tristan watched as Tonya began to rub her breast and play with her nipples. His typing slowed down since he was stroking his cock with his other hand.

 That feels so good. My nipples are really hard. How is your cock doing?  Hard as a rock and wishing my hand was your lips.  Mmmm. Me to. I love the feel of a hard cock in my mouth.  Rub your pussy and pretend it is my mouth.

Tristan watched as Tonya's hand went down to her pussy. She leaned back in her chair and propped her leg up on the arm rest. Zooming in the camera, he could clearly make out her fingers on her left hand rubbing her pussy. Starting to glisten as her juices began to flow.

 Oh, that feels so good. You have no idea how wet I am right now.

"Actually I know exactly how wet you are Tonya." Tristan said to the large TV.

 Slide a finger inside.

Tristan saw on the close up as Tonya slid her middle finger into her overheated snatch.

 Nice. What else would you like me to do?  Slide in a second finger.

Tristan watched as she easily slid in a second finger. Tonya now started to pump her fingers in and out of her pussy.

 Next?  Do you have a dildo or vibrator?  Lol. I have both. Which would you like me to use?  Get them both.  Brb

Tristan followed her with the cameras as she made her way into the bed room and opened her night stand. She pulled out an average size vibrator and a dildo shaped like a penis with a suction cup on the back. She then ran back her computer. Taking her robe off, she laid it down on the seat of the chair and sat on it.

 I'm back. What would you like me to do now?  Put the dildo into your mouth and get it wet. Suck on it for a minute like you were giving a blow job. Then insert it into your pussy.  Oh my. You are nasty little boy. Just a minute.

Tristan watched as she placed the nine inch silicone in her mouth. She began to suck on it and got about four inches into her mouth. She then started to lick the shaft, getting her saliva over the entire thing. Using her left hand she stuffed half of it into her ripe pussy. Tristan watched as it easily slid in.

 Ok. It's in.  Tell me about it.  I did as you asked. I sucked on the silicone cock pretending it was yours. I was only able to get about 4 or five inches in my mouth. I then licked the entire shaft and shoved half of it into my cunt. It's so big. It's stretching my pussy out.  That sounds amazing. I wish I could see it.  Me to. What should I do next?  Place the dildo on the chair and sit down on it. Get it all the way inside you.  I like that.

Tristan watched as Tonya took the dildo out of her. Standing up she put the dildo between her legs and the base of the dildo on the chair. She slowly lowered herself onto it until an inch was inside her. Tonya then grabbed the armrest of her computer chair and slowly began to impale herself on the nine inch silicone cock. When she had it completely in her, she then wiggled her ass back and forth. Biting her bottom lip she gripped the armrest tightly. Tristan himself was getting close to cumming.

 It's all inside me. Oh god, I feel so full. How are you doing?  I'm about to cum.  I wish I was there. I would finish jerking you off and let you come all over me.  Hang on. I need to get a towel.  No! Just cum on yourself.

Tristan thought about it for a second. Then took off his shirt.

 Ok. Hang on.

Tristan pumped his fist more furiously. Leaning back in his chair he closed his eyes. He could feel the pressure building inside him. His breath catching as he was about to orgasm. Tristan felt a sudden release and then a warm wetness hitting his stomach. The next sperm jet also flew on to his stomach. The next three went on his hands and cock. His hands slick with cum on his shaft. Tristan picked up his discarded shirt and wiped his hands free of cum.

 Hello?  I'm back.  How did it go?  I have cum all over my stomach and cock.  Yummy. Anything else for me?  Take your vibrator and use your mouth to get it all wet.  OK. You want me to replace the dildo?  No. I was thinking you could place it somewhere else.  Ohh. Haven't done that in a while. Just a moment.

Tristan watched as she took the vibrator off the desk and put it in her mouth. After giving it a proper tongue bath, she stood up slightly and Tristan could see the dildo slide out of her a little. She turned the vibrator on and placed it behind the dildo. She slowly began to sit down. When the tip had barely penetrated, she put both hands on the armrest again and began to lower herself down. After about half an inch she rose up again and started over. Up and down a few more times and Tonya had worked it half way in. Then with a slight wince she stopped. Wiggling her ass around, she found the right position and started to lower herself once more. After bobbing up and down a couple more times she had finally settled on to the chair.

 They're both in. It feels amazing. Both my holes are filled. I can feel the vibrator vibrating against the dildo through my skin. It tingles. I'm really close to cumming.  Now bounce up and down.  Ok

Tristan watched on the TV as Tonya began to raise and lower herself. After having done it about four times she stopped.

 The vibrator just went all the way into my ass. God it feels really good in there.  Keep going. You can take it out after you cum.  I'm cumming!!! I can feel my juices dripping soaking my robe.  That's it. Ram that silicone cock into that wet pussy.

Tristan watched as she sat back down and leaned back. She put each of her legs over an armrest. Tonya then grabbed the dildo and began to punish her pussy. Ramming it deep inside, Tristan could also hear her moaning clearly from the speakers. One last thrust and she used both hands to hold it deep inside her as her body began to spasm. It took almost a full minute for her orgasm. When she was done, she sat back up with the dildo still inside her sloppy cunt.




Watcher



 Oh my god! That was amazing. I haven't cum that hard in a while.  I'm glad you enjoyed it. Maybe we can do it again sometime.  Anytime you want. I'm here all the time.  Glad to hear it and thanks for the orgasm.  Same here. Talk to you later.

* T.R.ouble has quit IRC (Client Quit)

Tristan logged off as well but continued to watch Tonya on the big screen. She had sat up and the dildo had slipped right out of her pussy. Picking it up off her robe, she placed it on her computer desk standing up. She then reached around behind her and tried to stick a couple of fingers in her ass to get the vibrator out. After a second she pulled her hand away and looked around. Seeing the dildo still covered in her juices she ran her hand up and down the shaft. When her hands and fingers were well lubricated she lay down on the floor and pulled her knees to her chest. Reaching between her legs she stuck her thumb and two fingers inside her ass. Tristan zoomed in and could see her ass stretching to accommodate her fingers. Reaching in to her ass, up to her knuckles, she grabbed the vibrator and pulled it out. Tonya then got up. Grabbed the dildo on the desk and walked out of the study.

Tristan followed her into her room and then into the bathroom. She grabbed a bar of soap and then proceeded to wash off both the dildo and the vibrator. Tristan watched as she took a shower and thoroughly cleaned her ass and pussy. Even going so far as to put soap on a couple of fingers and slide them inside her ass.

*****

It was now 2PM. Tristan had spent just over 2 hours playing with unwitting Tonya. Scanning through the apartments, most were still empty.

Tristan spent the next hour and a half listening to conversations and taking notes on his renters. He had been checking on Greg Travers periodically to see if he would jerk off to his mom's picture again.

Apt#501, Tristan saw 18 year old Greg Travers on the phone. Putting it on the main screen, he could now hear half the conversation.

"Yeah mom." "Really, what time are you going to be home?" "6PM. Alright, I'll see you when you get here."

Tristan watched as Greg hung up and placed the cell phone on the coffee table. Greg then got up and walked to his mother's bedroom. Tristan put the living room image on the right side of the main screen and put Sarah Travers's bedroom on the main center screen.

Tristan could see Greg standing in the middle of the room looking around. He then walked to his mother's dresser and opens a drawer. Digging around, Tristan could see it was a bunch of pantyhose. Greg had pulled out a couple of pair before settling on a pair of black pantyhose.

Tristan was strangely aroused by this. He had never been attracted to guys before, and decided it was just the voyeuristic part of him, watching something that someone thought was completely private.

Tristan watched as Greg took off his clothes and put on the pantyhose. Putting one foot and pulling it up to his knee. He then did the other foot. Then when the other side was at his knee, Greg pulled them all the way up and to his waist. He spent a couple of minutes getting out the creases and arranging it. Then walking to the full length mirror on the wall he turned this way and that, examining himself in the mirror.

Tristan could clearly see the bulge of his cock through the thin material. Tristan gave it a rough estimate of about six inches.

"Not bad kid." Tristan said to nobody.

Tristan then watched as the teenager walked into his mother's bathroom. Switching to the bathroom cam, Tristan saw him dig through a drawer and produce a pair of scissors. Greg then pulled the fabric away from his penis and made a two inch cut. He then reached underneath himself and pulled a section of fabric away that was covering his ass hole. A small snip and Greg felt underneath to make sure it was in the right spot. With both hands he reached underneath and made the opening a little wider. Putting the scissors back in the drawer, Greg then pulled his erect penis and balls through the opening.

Tristan put Sarah's bedroom back on the main screen and watched as Greg dug through a different drawer. Holding up a black bra, he walked back towards the large mirror. He put the bra on backwards and hooked the clasp. Pulling the front around, Greg then put the straps over his arm.

Clearly unable to fill his mother's size D cups, Greg went back to his mother's bathroom. He took a couple of dirty t-shirts and stuffed one into each bra cup. Looking into the bathroom mirror, Greg arranged them so that no material poked out of the bra. He then dug through the dirty clothes hamper and pulled out a black thong and a pair of red lace panties. After putting on the black thong, he walked back into his mother's bedroom and straight to her night stand. Opening the bottom drawer, Greg pulled out a reddish clear, nine inch dildo with a suction cup at the base.

"Just like Tonya's." Tristan noted to himself.

Tristan followed Greg with the cameras through the living room and into his bedroom. Greg walked to his bed and reached between the mattresses. Pulling out a folder, he then walked to his desk and grabbed some Scotch Tape. Tristan followed the teenager into his own bathroom. Once there Greg opened the folder and pulled out several pictures of his mother. Identical to the ones he had on his computer, he had printed them out with a quality printer that could do photos in an 81/2" by 11" format. Greg then taped up sixteen pictures to his bathroom mirror, four across and four down.

He walked up to the sink and turned on the water. He adjusted the knobs until he was satisfied with the water temperature. Greg then reached around and pulled the thong out of the crack of his ass and over his left cheek. He then got his hand wet and rubbed at his ass hole. Greg reached back to the sink and pumped a couple of squirts of liquid soap from the dispenser. Reaching back around, he rubbed it thoroughly into his anus. Greg ran his hand back under the water and then a couple of more squirts into the palm of his hand. He then rubbed his fingers together and got it slightly lathered up.

Greg then grabbed the dildo and turned around. There was a small wall half glass and half tile that separated the shower from the roman tub. The tile part went up about three feet before it changed to glass and stuck out about six inches past the tub and shower. Greg ran his lathered hand on the tile just below waist high. He pressed the dildo's suction cup against it until it stuck. Angled slightly up, he then use his lathered hand and stroked the nine inch red cock. Once satisfied, he then wiped his hands off on a towel.

Greg grabbed the red lace panties in his left hand and backed up to the wall with a dildo jutting out. Putting the head of the dildo to the entrance of his cavity, he slowly began to push back on it.

Tristan watched fascinated as this teenager who clearly fantasized about his mother, dressed in her lingerie, was about to ram her dildo into his ass. He found himself strangely aroused at the site. Wondering what Greg's mother would do if she ever discovered her son's fetish. Or the lengths to which he took it.

Tristan continued to watch as the head of the dildo disappeared into the cross-dressing teen. Moving back and fourth, it only took a few seconds for Greg to bury the entire nine inches into his ass. For about five minutes Greg just moved up and down on the dildo, taking it all the way out and then all the way back in. A few times he would get it to the head and just move the head in and out of his ass.

Tristan had noticed that after a few minutes his anal cavity had remained wide open, even when the dildo was not in. Just a big dark hole that quickly and easily swallowed the nine inch dildo.

Greg leaned up slightly so that he was only slightly bent over. Still moving up and down on the silicone cock, he then put his mother's red lace panties over his head so that the crotch was in his face. The panties weren't very big and he was able to see through the leg holes. Grabbing his cock through the thin black satin material of the thong he still wore he began to stroke his cock.

After a couple of minutes Greg pulled himself off the wall mounted dildo and walked into the kitchen. Tristan followed him there with the cameras curious as to what he was going to do now. Tristan watched as Greg went into the fridge and pulled out a yellow squash. He then grabbed a step stool from the pantry and went back to his bathroom.

Tristan watched as he placed the step stool on the floor in front of the mirror. Greg with his mother's red lace panties still on his head got some more liquid soap on his hand and then some water from the faucet that was still on. Lathering up his hand one handed again he grabbed the squash and walked back to the dildo on the wall. Turning around he pushed the dildo back into his anus. Up and down a few times. All the way in and all the way out. Once Greg was satisfied with what he was doing, he walked towards the step stool and the dildo slid out of his ass.

Tristan cock was rock hard and he found himself stroking it as he watched the incestuous yearning youth do things he had clearly done many times before.

Tristan watched as he mounted the step stool and turned around. Spreading his feet as far apart as the step stool would allow, Greg bent over and looked behind him into the mirror that showed a clear view of his anal cavity that had a large open gape. Using his re-lathered left hand, Greg started to coat the squash. The squash was clearly much thicker than the dildo. Nevertheless, he held onto the stem and put the large bulbous end at the entrance of his hole. Pushing hard, the larger diameter squash finally went in with a sucking plop.

Tristan watched as Greg put his hand underneath the squash. He could tell the youth was pushing hard, based on how his cheeks were tightening up. After a couple of more pushes the squash came out and landed in his hand. Tristan noticed that Greg's anal cavity had an opening of a seemingly impossible diameter. The squash had clearly widened the hole considerable. Greg then reinserted the squash. This time he was able to get it out much easier. He pushed the squash in and popped it out a couple more times. On about the sixth time he just left it in and headed out of his bathroom.

Tristan once again followed the unusual teen with the hidden cameras. Back to the kitchen, Greg opened a drawer and pulled out small knife. This made Tristan a little nervous and hoped that Greg wasn't going to hurt himself. His worries were quickly abated as he saw Greg plop out the squash and walk to the trash can. Opening the lid, Greg proceeded to cut off the stem of the squash and shave the edges of where he had cut. What was left of the squash was a five inch bulb, with a diameter of two and a half inches, about the thickness of a can of soda.

Tristan followed Greg once more to his bathroom. Standing back on the step stool and turning around, Greg once again inserted the squash into his gaping anal cavity. This time however, without the long stem the entire thing went into his ass. Greg stood up and wiggled around. Tristan couldn't see his face through the panties, but could only imagine the youth had grin.

Greg then bent back over and he proceeded to put all his fingers into the large opening that was normally closed. Reaching between his own legs he continued to push hard with his hand. After a couple of tries, Tristan saw Greg's entire hand disappear into his own anal cavity. Tristan couldn't believe it. He had seen porn sites were girls had fisted each other, bet that had been a pussy.

Tristan watched as Greg walked down the two steps to the floor. Turning around he squatted down and looked up at the pictures of his mother, some naked, some in panties others in bikinis. With a large squash deep in his anal cavity, his entire fist, naked pictures of his mom taped to the mirror, wearing his mothers bra, thong and pantyhose and a pair of his mother's dirty panties on his face, he grabbed his cock once more through the satin material of the thong and began to jack off. It took less than five minutes before he was ready to cum.

Tristan watched as Greg removed his fist from his ass and took the panties off his head. He then lay down on the bath mat in front of the roman tub. Putting his feet on the top of the tub, he turned himself so that his back was now pressed against the outside of the tub and his feet were above his head. It looked a lot like he was trying to suck his own cock; however his cock was still about eight inches above his face.

Tristan watched as Greg began to jack himself off once more. With Greg's ass in the air, Tristan now had a very clear view of just how large the opening of his anal cavity had been stretched. Zooming in, he was even able to make out the top of the squash deep inside the boy. Tristan returned his attention to the boy as he beat his meat a few inches above his face. He could tell Greg was getting close when he opened his mouth to receive his own spunk.

The first large blast missed his mouth and went across his nose and left eye. The next one, as well as all the rest was dead on. Blast after hot sticky blast of jizz went into the teenager's mouth. Tristan couldn't believe how much sperm had been produced. He could see that the cum had almost reached his lips. When the loads ceased firing, Greg then squeezed his cock and stroked down, trying to get out every last bit. Because he was stroking his cock again, he lost the angle and the last few strands missed his mouth and landed on his face.

After he was done he slid down off the side of the tub and lay on the floor with his mouth open. His face covered in his own sperm, he opened his mouth and began to play with the cum in his mouth with his tongue. Closing his mouth slightly the sperm rose up to his lips, then he would open his mouth again and it would go back inside. Greg played with the cum in his mouth for a couple of more minutes before he swallowed it. He then used his right hand to scrape the jizz off his face and into his mouth. When most of it was off, he then licked his fingers clean. Finally he raised his feet and pushed. Tristan watched as the squash came out of his anus and landed on the floor. The hole was now so large that Tristan didn't know how it would ever shrink back to normal size.

Tristan watched as Greg got up and turned on the bathtub. He took off all his mother's lingerie and was now completely naked. He then grabbed a plastic glass off the counter. Checking the water, Greg then got in and lay on his back. Once again he lifted his legs up so the hole in his ass was facing up. Tristan could see that it had shrunk a little but not much. Greg then filled the glass with water and poured it into his anal cavity. Soapy water began to seep out of his ass. Greg continued to do this until the water was clear and there was no more soap. After that he took a quick shower.

Tristan watched as the Greg expertly got rid of all the evidence. He threw away the rest of the squash and the pantyhose. He put his mom's bra, two t-shirts and panties back in the dirty clothes hamper in her bathroom. He cleaned off the dildo and put it back in the bottom drawer of her nightstand. He took the pictures down from the mirror and placed them back in the folder between his mattresses. He cleaned up his bathroom and then got dressed. Last but not least he took out the trash. Forty-five minutes later his mom had come home and was none the wiser for her son's unusual activities.

*****

Saturday October, 31, 2009 (Halloween)

Apt# 803, it was just after 8PM and the Halloween party had just begun. Tristan was in his viewing room. Watching the various guests and trying to identify who they were. About thirty guests had already arrived. He could make out Lisa Woods, the resident of 803 who was throwing the party. She was dressed like a naughty nurse. Unlike the nurses outfits you buy in the adult stores. It appeared like she was wearing a real one, slightly modified. Or at least the kind they use to wear before they started wearing scrubs. It was a white one piece outfit. The front was opened up just enough to show her cleavage and ample bosom. The skirt had been hemmed considerable. To the point were if she leaned over or raised her arms slightly, it would show the bottom of where her ass began to curve.

Tristan also identified Eva Liddell and Zoë Smith, a lesbian couple in apt# 902. They were dressed as a dominatrix and a submissive. Zoë was wearing skin tight red vinyl and holding a riding crop. She was pulling Eva along on a short leash attached to a collar. Eva was wearing vinyl as well only in black.

Tristan saw Sarah Travers from apt#501. She was searing a cat costume. A black leotard with black pantyhose, she also had a tail, painted on whiskers and pointy ears. He had to take a double take when he saw a cute girl following her. It was her son Greg. He was wearing a short skirt, stockings and high heels. He also had some makeup expertly applied, painted fingernails and a wig of long blonde hair. Tristan smiled. "Not too much of a stretch."

The next people Tristan identified were the residents in apt#401, Adam and Samantha Jones and their daughter Faith. Tristan only recognized them because of Faith. She was dressed as a sexy schoolgirl. She wore a short plaid skirt, white blouse and knee high stockings. Tristan smiled fondly as he remembered watching her take a shower. Her parents were unrecognizable in their costumes. Adam was wearing a gladiator outfit complete with helmet and sword. Samantha was wearing a harem outfit with the veil.

Tristan identified a few more guests. When the party grew to fifty, he decided it was time to go. He had decided that he would introduce himself as Dracula and say he was the friend of Jessie, a resident at the apartments. Since there was no Jessie, he would remain anonymous. Tristan was dressed in black slacks, a skin tight black shirt and vinyl trench coat. His face was powdered so he appeared impossibly pale. A set of yellow contacts and plastic fangs finished the costume.

Tristan had to take his private elevator to the first floor, since that is the only place it went. He got back onto the communal elevator and pressed the button for the 8th floor. Once there he simply walked in. Lisa being a good host immediately noticed him and made her way to him.

"Hi. I'm Lisa. Thanks for coming to my party." She said holding out her hand.

"I'm Dracula." Tristan said with his most ingratiating smile. He took her hand and gently kissed it, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

Lisa smiled at the unusual but warm greeting. "I have to warn you. I have a thing for vampires."

"That is fortunate. I have a thing for beautiful young women." Tristan replied.

"Are you a resident here?" She asked.

"I am a friend of Jessie. He lives here and asked if I would meet him here since he didn't know anyone. I hope you don't mind me crashing your wonderful party?"

"Hmmm. Sexy vampire, I think there are a few of my friends I would ask to leave before you." She said with a smile.

"Very generous of you." Tristan said with a slight nod of his head.

"I have to get back to being host. Make yourself at home. Liquor is in the kitchen. Snacks are on the table."

"Thank you again." Replied Tristan as he watched her walk off to some new guest who had just arrived.

Tristan walked into the kitchen and found that Lisa not only had a nice selection of alcohol but a lot of each. Tristan grabbed a glass and poured some vodka and orange juice. He then put in some grenadine to give it a nice red color and go along with his vampire persona. After he had his drink he spotted the high school senior Faith standing by her parents. Tristan remembered from watching her, she liked strawberry ice cream. Grabbing a strawberry wine cooler he made his way over to her.




Watcher



So my friend Jon and I like to go to the department stores and watch people. We sit in the store in a couple different places and when we see someone we like we text each other of a place to meet.

So this one day it was kind of rainy so we thought of different things to do and decided on going to Macy's.

So we start by spreading out and going different directions I took the first floor. So I spy this blond that walks in so I follow her and text my buddy I found one and will keep him updated.

So back to the blond, so what caught my eye was her chest. I can't help it I have a thing for big breasted women and if they are a little meat on there bones that is all the better. I don't like the really skinny women not that it matters. So I was saying we were headed to the bedding dept. It was early afternoon on a weekday so it wasn't very busy. So She gets to the bedding dept. and I duck into the next isle before she spots me. 

So I peek down the isle she is in and she has opened the Egyptian 1000 thread count sheets and is rubbing them on her arms, then her legs.

Then she puts them back in the package and heads out of the isle. She then goes to the lingerie, she picks out a bustier and heads for the fitting room. She has my attention so I follow and text my friend on the way. She went in the middle stall so I went in the end stall. Well I quietly get on the bench and peek over the top of the wall when I see her in a black padded bra and she still has her skirt on. Then off comes the skirt and she leaves her black panties on but takes off the bra. There they are I see her breasts in the flesh. They must be at least a "D" the nipples are a little smaller then I would like but they would be nice to suck on and flick with my tongue.

So then she puts on the bustier and wow she looks great as she looks at herself in the mirror. Then I quietly get down and leave the dressing room just as she opens her door I peek in, she peeks out of the dressing room to see if anyone is there and not seeing anyone she goes over to the 3 way mirror so she can see how it looks. Then I stroll in and say Damn! She looks over and covers herself as well as she can with just her hands. I said I was sorry then lied and said I was looking for my sister but I told her don't cover up you look great. She was hesitant but then dropped her hands and said you really think so? I said you look Hot! 

As I'm admiring her standing in front of me I notice Jon in the first dressing room stall with the door cracked open checking her out too. The difference is he has his hand down his pants pulling on his cock. So I excuse myself and tell her I would like to see more but have to find my sister.

So as I turn to leave as she goes back in her dressing room once she is in I take my place in the last stall. She takes off the bustier and then takes out the sheets and I see her covering up in the top sheet rubbing it all over her then concentrating on her breasts and pinching her nipples with the smooth fabric. Then she drops the sheet and takes her panties off and I see her from behind as she bends to take them off her feet. What I see is her shapely ass and then her pussy lips appear. I'm done that is the one view I totally get off on is a woman bending over from behind. I can't help but pull out my cock and start stroking it. Just as I do that she is still bent over and reaches between her legs and starts rubbing her pussy and I notice she is wet. She stops and picks up the sheet and raps up in it then checks herself out in the mirror. Then I can't believe it but she leaves her stall. I quietly jump down and go to the door and peak out and she is standing in front of the 3 way mirror.

She just stands there turning from side to side looking in the mirror as she is messaging herself with the sheet. She is rubbing her boobs and pinching her nipples and is starting to quietly moan. I see Jon in the mirror with his door cracked masturbating with his pants down around his ankles and I see this woman watching him. She is pinching and squeezing her nipple with her left hand and her right hand has traveled down to her pussy rubbing it back and forth through the sheet. I'm noticing how wet the sheet is getting then she pulls it out of the way and has direct contact with her clit and starts flicking her fingers back and forth over it the whole time watching Jon stroking his meat. 

As I'm watching her rubbing her pussy I'm pulling on my cock rapidly and I hear my balls slapping and look up to see this woman looking at me but this doesn't stop either of us it just increases our excitement. As she watches both of us masturbating she is getting off on this so I walk out still stroking myself towards her and she is going faster then she starts moaning louder as I'm getting closer. 

So she is looking in the 3 way at both of us just behind her both stoking off and she is going nuts she turns around just as Jon starts to cum. You can't even see her hand moving in and out of her pussy and rubbing her clit. Jon is done cumming and has coated the sheet she has on her. She is starting to cum and just as I am about to shoot the sheet drops to the floor and I get the full view of her as I am groaning and start cumming. I'm about 3ft away and my first spurt lands on her shoulder as she is moaning and almost screaming while she cums. I aim for her boobs and the cum hits her boob just above her left hand and runs down her nipple as the next shot hits her right boob. She is rubbing the cum as I keep spraying the last two shots hit her left boob then her stomach as she is coming down from her orgasm. 

She looks at both of us and says thank you for the show we should do this again sometime. She picks up the sheet and goes in her stall to get dressed and we get out pants back on just as the manager comes through the doorway. As we try to get past he asked us what is going on here?

I tell him we just came in the dressing room, looking for my sister. He asked if we heard anything we said no and left. He was walking toward the middle stall when we got the heck out of there. 

This all happened yesterday and I hope to catch that woman again sometime, but for now I have that memory of that day to keep me satisfied for a while.



Watcher at the Window



I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around me, and another around my head. Picking my watch up off the counter I checked the time, it was almost 9 p.m. My friends would be here in about half an hour. It was Friday night, my husband's poker night, and he was over at one of his friend's houses with a bunch of his buddies, and so all of their wives (including me) would be going out on the town. It was kind of a ritual, a little time apart to spend with our friends. He'd sit around, smoking cigars and drinking beer, and the girls and I would go to the bar, or a movie or something.

I hurried out of the bathroom, into the bedroom to finish getting ready. Grabbing my lipstick from my vanity I stood in front of my full-length mirror, starting to put my face on. As I focused on the task I hand I stared intently into the reflection. I jumped a little as I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. The blinds covered the window of my bedroom behind me, but it had been a warm summer day, so I'd left the window open, the blinds just slightly parted. It was normal, something I did everyday. The only difference was that this time I thought I saw a shape on the other side of the blinds. 

I continued apply my makeup, unsure if I'd really seen anything, but now my focus switched from my reflection to that of the window behind me. Sure enough, I could make out a shadowy figure just beyond the thin slats of the Venetian blind. Trying to remain as calm as possible, I kept working on my cosmetics, my mind racing, not quite sure what to do. My first inclination was to call the cops as fast as I could, but something kept me from doing it. I didn't know it, but that person watching me from outside was you. A few nights ago, you'd been out walking your dog, letting it take care of business in the alley behind my house, when you'd noticed me changing in my bedroom through the window. Every night since then, you'd been coming down the alley at night, stealing glances at me when I didn't know you were there., getting bolder every night. Tonight you'd gotten up enough courage to actually stand in the flowerbed just outside, just a few inches from the windowsill. A regular peeping-tom.

Not knowing who you are, I'm scared, naturally, but as I continue to apply my eyeliner, I feel a familiar tingle of excitement at the same time. A few minutes have passed since I noticed you there, and you haven't made a move as far as I can tell. Slowly, I begin to feel more excitement than fear at the situation. A small smile forms on my lips as an idea formulates in my mind. Pulling the towel from around my hair off of my head, I grab my brush, leaning over to brush out my hair. The towel around my body barely covers my thighs, and as I bend over I know that I'm giving you a perfect shot of my tight little ass when the edge of the towel creeps up toward my waist. I swear I can feel your eyes on me as I calmly brush out my hair, and the more I feel it, the more I find myself enjoying the situation. 

Standing up again, I set the brush on my vanity. By now, my fear is gone, replaced completely by a certain thrill. Kind of like being on a roller coaster, knowing what's about to happen, but still nervous/excited at the same time. Time to put on a show. With deliberate slowness, I undo the towel around my body, letting it gradually slip down to the floor around my feet. A breeze of cool air from the window blows across my nipples,, that and the circumstances cause them to become erect. 

I begin to admire myself in the mirror, at least pretend to, all the while watching your reflection out of the corner of my eye. My hands begin to slowly caress my neck, sliding slowly downward to my breasts, across my stiff nipples, then down my still moist stomach, gliding down to my even wetter inner thighs. With one hand I spread my freshly shave pussy lips, one finger of my other hand touching my clit, rubbing it gently. I see your shadow shifting slightly, and I can only guess and what you are doing as you watch me push a finger between the soft petals of my vagina, then another. Soon I am fingering myself, jamming my fingers in and out of my now dripping slit. 

All worked up, I decide to move to the bed, knowing that it will afford you a better view. I continue frigging myself for a moment, then lean over to my nightstand. Opening the top drawer, I reach in, my hand emerging with my favorite vibrator. Again I start with my clit, rubbing the head of the hard plastic phallus against it, the feel of it eliciting a moan from my lips. Making sure to get the fake cock wet as I slide it between my soaking pussy lips, I begin inserting it, pushing it in inch by inch. Naked, I writhe on the bed, my free hand squeezing my tits as I fuck my batter powered lover, every now and then casting discreet glances towards your hiding spot, making sure you are still there. 

I feel my orgasm coming, and I furiously begin pounding my toy deep inside my hot wet pussy, my other hand rubbing and pinching my clit. With a load cry of passion I come, my juices squirting out of me, covering my hand and the vibrator it holds, my hips rising off the bed to meet the final thrust. As my orgasm subsides, I pull the vibrator out of my dripping pussy, bringing it to my mouth, savoring the taste of my own juices as I clean it off. 

I had forgotten about you! Glancing over towards the window, I try to make out the outline of your body. I don't see it, so I look harder, but you are gone. Throwing a robe on around my sweating body, I rush outside, going to my bedroom window. I don't see any sign of you, and for a moment I think that perhaps I imagined the whole thing, that is until I notice a trail of sticky goo dripping down the siding of my house. Secure that I'm not going insane, I go back into my house, still having to get ready for a night out with my friends, but making a mental note to leave the blinds open again tomorrow night.



Watcher in the Shadows



This could have ended in a very different way if only you had made yourself known earlier on in the night. As it is, I have done enough to satisfy my own lustful self, and I've got little energy left over for you. Maybe enough to finish the job that I unknowingly started in the first place... we will find out soon enough...

It all started when I got home from work a little earlier than usual, and came back to an empty house. I knew you would be out with your friends playing pool and tossing back a few drinks, so I knew I had the place to myself for a while. I stepped through the door and locked it behind me.

Seconds later my shirt was unbuttoned and laying carelessly on the floor. Shortly behind that came my dressy black pants and socks. I had been waiting all day long for this, the thought running through my head - I want to get laid. Nothing fancy, just a good long pounding is what I'm in the mood for. Needless to say I was a tad disappointed that you weren't home yet... but it's nothing I can't take care of on my own.

I walk through the apartment in my bra and panties, not caring that the blinds are partly open, or that being on the second floor of the building makes it easier to be seen if someone happened to glance over. I'm wearing my black lace that shows ever so slightly under my thin white work shirt. Of course it's tastefully covered most of the time by the smart black jacket I wear overtop of that. I catch my reflection in the window as I move around the living room, watching myself take my blond hair down from the clip that has restrained it all day long. I shake my long tresses down my back to free them and I sigh, tired from my long day at work. It's a little after 11pm.

I make my way down the hallway towards the bedroom, peeling off my bra and matching panties along the way. They fall to the floor behind me. In the bedroom I quickly brush through my hair and grab another object before moving to the bathroom and turning on the water in the bath.

I step into the water, so hot and relaxing, watching bubbles form from the delicious bubble bath I've poured in. I sink back and close my eyes for a moment. Soon though I find my hands wandering down, smoothing over my full breasts and across my stomach and thighs. The hot water creates a steamy vapor that I breathe in as I begin to slowly touch and massage my clit. The temperature makes me feel so much more sensitive and I'm moaning and purring as I get hotter and hotter.

I use my fingers to massage my swollen clit and pussy, pushing one and then two fingers inside as I make myself wetter and wetter. My other hand gropes along the side of the tub for the object I brought along with me from the bedroom. It's one of my favorite purchases, a waterproof vibrator that I've made use of in many a hot shower. I turn it on and it buzzes its way down between my breasts and down past my belly button. I gasp when it hits my clit, so sensitive from thinking all day long of what I wanted to do tonight. Breathing harder I push it further down and inside of my aching pussy. I move it in and out under the warm water, but before I come I stop and pull the plug for the water to drain.

Now I reach up to pull the shower head down from its perch on the wall. I rinse my hair and body off and lay back down and aim the spray between my legs. The hot water relentlessly hitting my clit and the vibrator sliding in and out of my wet cunt is one combination I can't resist, and after just moments of doing this I am coming, quivering with the power of my orgasm, moaning without restraint. I notice in the back of my mind a noise elsewhere in the building, a low 'thunk', and I think that maybe you have come home from your night out, but this only turns me on more and I'm overcome with another more intense orgasm that nearly brings a scream to my lips.

I'm imagining you hearing me, knowing what I'm doing, and tearing back the curtaing to see me naked and exposed and caught up in myself... the anticipation and the fear of being caught turns me on so much, and I'm fantisizing about your big cock giving me the hard pounding I've been wanting all day, I feel like a hungry animal on the prowl for one thing and one thing only... Yet as I'm waiting for you to reveal yourself and ravage me, you just - don't. I have no way of knowing if you're even home yet. I turn off the faucets and quickly towel off in the steamy room before I head back into the bedroom. I glance down the hallway but I don't see anyone or anything, save maybe the quick movement of a shadow that may be from the cat.

I imagine that it is you, keeping yourself hidden so I'll continue putting on my one-woman show. I call your name, thinking that maybe you'll respond, but no. I slide smoothly onto the bed, slipping over the red satin to lay comfortably on my back. In one hand I'm still holding the vibrator wet from the shower. I'm imagining you standing over me, looking down at me as I lay there with my eyes closed and my lip bitten between my teeth. I guide the vibrator down my body, buzzing its way back down my stomach and teasing over my swollen clit. I let it sit there for a moment before I plunge it deep inside. Gasping I pull it out and quickly force it back into my throbbing pussy. Almost violently I move the vibe in and out, back and forth, quickly bringing myself to orgasm within minutes.

I'm right at the brink, just letting out that final scream that's crossed between ecstacy and exhaustion, when I wildly open my eyes and there you are!

It can't be stopped, I look you right in the eyes as I come hard against the satin sheets. I open my mouth, breathing hard both because of the exertion and because of the shock of actually seeing you there, knowing that you had been watching me. Catching my breath I ask 'Do you like what you've seen?' Looking a little further down I see that you have pulled your own jeans down and your fist is madly pumping at your swollen cock. 'Now what do you expect me to do for you?' I look back into your eyes watching me sprawled out on the sheets.

Your hand abandons your hard member as you crawl towards me lying on the sheets. I roll over onto my stomach with my back facing you as you pull yourself up behind me. 'Now I'm too tired to fight you... looks like you'll just have to have your way with me,' I murmur, looking back at you. I eagerly point my ass upwards and wiggle it for you. Like I said earlier, I may still have it in me to satisfy you yet tonight, and it looks as if we will find out very shortly...



Watcher in the Stacks



This continues my stories in the "The Stacks" series. Hope you enjoy.

I heard the alarm going off, but I didn't want to get up just yet. Reaching out I pushed the snooze button and silence returned. My hand found it's way back between my legs, back to my wet pussy and resumed tracing a line up and down my slit, to the base of my clitoris. I was reliving my sex-in- the-library tryst with Natalie and Sarah over and over again in my head. Two weeks had already passed, but I could still smell Natalie's perfume and the odor of sex from her pussy. I could feel Sarah's lips on my wetness, her tongue in me and as my mind replayed the scene, my fingers replayed the sensations. Within minutes I was arching my back, my weight on my feet and shoulders. I could feel my vaginal muscles contract around the fingers buried deep inside as the waves of pleasure started rolling over me. A little bit later, as my heart beat was slowing and my breathing returning to normal, the alarm sounded again. 6:30am. This time, I was ready to start the day.

As I showered and got ready for work, I mused over the events of the past couple of months. I'd gone from being a relatively sedate, thirties- something librarian to voyeur, exhibitionist and semi-public masturbator. And finally, member of a female sexual threesome who found the library a congenial place to fuck. What would mother think?

The last week or so, though, things had slowed down quite a bit. Natalie and I had gotten together twice after the late-night library threesome; Sarah and I once. But without the risks we had taken in our library escapades, it just wasn't the same. The sex was good, but something was missing - that element of risk plus the voyeurism, Natalie's control of things. What a friend would call the MSG that makes the recipe so much more flavorful, so much better. Anyway, the magic wasn't quite there and our big night seemed to have come and gone, if you'll excuse a bad pun. They hadn't called me and I hadn't called them. Natalie, I knew was out of town for several weeks on business. And Sarah, according to her sister, Katie, a friend of my daughter Julie, had started the clinical portion of her masters program in child psych, so it was just as well. Neither would really have had time for me, and this way, I wasn't pining away for them. Still, those months, especially the last couple weeks had been truly exciting and terribly erotic.

Julie was already in the kitchen making some breakfast when I got down stairs. Her school bus normally came about 7:30 so we had time to eat together and talk a little. We get along well for mother and teenaged daughter and we seem to be able talk frankly about most things. That ability had been strained a little a week or two earlier when Julie and Katie had raided my "toy drawer". They borrowed two vibes and a couple cassette tapes without my permission for a Friday evening's entertainment, and had been found out. Of course I didn't say anything to Jules in front of her friend, but later she and I had a heart-to-heart talk about what was and wasn't allowed when it came to rifling through mom's drawers. I did let her keep one of the vibes - she's almost 15 - which probably eased the strain a little. And we both seemed to have come away from the episode with a better understanding of the other's privacy needs. So on balance, a positive experience. One more milestone for her on the road to womanhood and for me on the road to an empty nest.

That morning I left at the same time as Julie, heading my car out onto the expressway and towards the university. I got there about eight and soon was bound up in the day's work. Any thoughts of Natalie and Sarah had pretty much vanished from my head by the time we opened the doors at 9:00am. The university was going through a belt tightening exercise and I had been given the job of reworking the budget and collaborating with the grants people to find new sources of money. The work wasn't easy, but it was interesting and more important, it took me out of the three-weeks-on- days/one-week-on-nights rotation. I didn't mind working a little longer and harder each day to finally have most of my evenings at home.

Just before lunch, I walked back into my office from a meeting and saw the mail flag up on my computer. Opening the inbox, I found a note from someone calling herself "watcher". The email simply said:

"I saw what you did in the stacks."

My mouth was suddenly very dry, and for a second things seemed to swim in front of my eyes. I wondered who this was and then, in the same instant, realized it had to be Natalie or Sarah, but most probably Nat, having a little fun with me. No one else had been around, I was absolutely certain of that. So I replied:

"I saw what you did too, Natalie dear, and I loved it!"

The rest of the day flew by without any more strange emails, professional problems or opportunities for wanton sex in the library. And I got to leave on time for a change. As I walked out of the door, I looked forward to a quiet evening at home.

Julia was already there and, surprise of surprises, had dinner almost made. Of course she wanted something, but I didn't mind a little blackmail if it meant I didn't have to cook. She'd made a tasty spaghetti carbonara and a nice Caesar - my favorites - so I knew she really wanted whatever it was she had in mind. But after a nice dinner and a glass of merlot, I was receptive, at least to anything in reason. Turned out to be a permission form to have her ears pierced again, for a second set of earrings. Grateful that she didn't what to pierce anything more sensitive than her earlobes, I signed the slips just as Katie and her mom arrived to pick Julia up. Suddenly, I was alone with my merlot and the dishes.

After cleaning up, I went up my room to draw a bath, naughty thoughts bouncing around in my mind. I'd just taken off my clothes and starting running the water when the front door bell rang. I don't usually have unannounced visitors in the evening, and I hesitated for second; then the bell rang again. Turning off the tap, I pulled a decidedly unsexy robe around me and went down stairs. Hooking the security chain, I opened the door a little and looked out. No one was there, but a little brown paper-wrapped package was laying on the step. Opening the door fully, I went out and got it.

It had rained earlier in the day and there was a little rain water still standing on the porch. Whoever had left the package must have propped it against the door, but in her or his haste, not noticed that it had slipped down into the water. Something had been written on the wrapping paper in blue felt tip pen, but the water had caused it to run, making the words illegible. Going into the kitchen, I stripped off the wet paper and found a video cassette. No title, nothing affixed to it, just the manufacturer's brand label. I was, to say the least, intrigued. The thought crossed my mind that it might have something to do with the note I had gotten that day from "watcher".

I walked up to my bedroom and went to the computer in the adjoining sitting room I use as a study. I logged onto the university system and checked my email. Nothing. If "watcher" had sent the videotape, she hadn't emailed me about it. Going back to the bedroom, I popped the cassette into the VCR at the foot of my bed and turned on the television, wondering what I would see.

The screen remained dark and then lightened up as a young female voice, a familiar one, but one I couldn't quite name said:

"Baby, I know you don't think you can be interested in me the way I'm interested in you, but maybe this will change your mind."

I felt a little jolt in my puss. The screen continued to lighten and I realized that someone was backing away from a video camera. As she moved backward, she started to come into focus and I saw that it was a young woman. On the edges of the screen I could make out furnishings - a bookcase, a desk with a computer and then in the center, behind the girl, the foot of a bed.

She continued to back up until she touched the bed. Then she sat down and scooted back so she could raise her feet and rest them in front of her, letting her knees and legs fall open. She leaned back against one of those large stuffed, tufted backrests people use for reading in bed, among other things. The girl was wearing a Mardi Gras mask that covered most of her face and hair. She was also wearing white athletic socks. And nothing else. She was delightful.

At first I watched in disbelief, but as her hand found its way between her open legs and started to caress her downy covered pussy, I felt my pulse start to quick, my wetness start to run. Slowly moving her other hand over one of her small, but exquisitely beautiful breasts, she said:

"Watch me, baby, watch me. And think about your hands touching me here, touching my breasts, my pussy. Think about your fingers inside me, making me wet, making me cum. Think about me touching you, too. If you can watch me do this, and think about me doing it to you and you doing it to me, and not get wet, not want me. Well, I won't bother you again, sweetie."

My eyes were fixed on the young beauty on the television screen. As she finished speaking she wiggled her bottom and scooted down, pushing her pussy out towards me. Even though she must have been four or five feet from the camera, I could see the glistening pinkness of the delicate petals of flesh between the swollen outer lips of her vagina. I could feel my own lips swelling, feel myself opening and starting to drip as I watched her. The familiarity of her voice made the scene even more erotic. I knew this girl, I was sure of that. My nipples were hard and begging to be touched and I dropped my robe and sat back on my own bed. One hand rubbed my left breast, while the other stoked the fires between my legs. I could smell myself, I could almost smell her.

The girl on the screen was now squirming and emitting little sighs of pleasure, her head back against the cushion. I imagined her closed eyes, the dreamy expression on her face behind the Mardi Gras mask. Her right hand was busy between her legs, two fingers rubbing up and down, sliding silently between her cleft. It was teasing her, stopping just short of her button which was barely visible at the top of her puss. The creamy, hairless flesh of her swollen lips invited kissing and I imagined my lips brushing across them, my tongue dipping between them. My fingers were moving up and down my slit, slowly, fighting the urge to push deeper, moving softly, slowly, building my own need as I watched the girl satisfy hers.

The girl's finger was now circling her clit on every up swing and I could see her back arching, just slightly, as she came closer and closer. Her left hand tugged at her nipples, pinching them, stretching them, pulling them away from her puffy pink aureola. I longed to take them into my mouth, suck them all the way in, fill my mouth with that pretty creamy flesh. The girl was moaning audibly now, as her head moved slightly from side to side. As I watched, the hand at her breast dropped down and found the other. They came together and cupped her mons, squeezing it, her palms pushing down on her clitoris which had to be straining upward, aching for her touch. Moving her butt back and forth, she slowly ground her palms into her cleft, her legs coming together and squeezing tightly, grinding against her hands.

I sensed that she was about to orgasm and I picked up the pace of my own masturbation wanting to cum at the same time as the girl on the screen. Pushing two fingers inside of me, I starting curling and uncurling them, stroking the inside of my pussy walls, trying to reach deep into me. My thumb pushed and rubbed at the base of my clitoris. Looking down I could see it, straining up towards my face, its redness gone almost to purple. I longed to rub it, flick it with my nail, but not yet. Not yet.

The girl was writhing against the cushion, her head back, so far back that I could make out the light brown, almost reddish hair under her mask. Hair that was shorter than most young girls - my mind somehow grasping that fact through the sexual haze clouding my brain. Two fingers of her right hand were digging deep inside of her, then coming back out, glistening with her juice and plunging deep again. The middle finger of her left hand rubbed the side and base of her clitoris, swooped down for moisture from her slit and then returned with increasing speed and frequency. Perspiration glistened on her neck and her sides, while her thighs glistened with the other moisture from inside her.

I was close now, too. Fucking myself with three fingers, my vaginal muscles clamping down on them, trying to hold them inside, while other fingers rubbed my button, lubricating it, teasing at it just like the girl on the screen. I didn't even know that I had closed my eyes until I heard her moans and yeses turn to little screams and then shift into a higher register as she started to cum. I felt the spasms in my tummy and willed my own orgasm to wait while I watched her. This pretty girl, writhing against her hands, her hips bucking up, her back arching, arching so far, that she almost pushed the backrest over. Making herself cum, fucking herself and making herself cum. Watching her, hearing her, I finally let myself go and felt my contractions start down there, deep down, in there. I felt the waves radiating out from the liquid center of me, running through me, pushing everything out of my mind but the pleasure as wave after wave broke over me and carried me up and up and up.

I lost track of everything and let the feeling take me along, until I felt the spasms start to grow weaker and then finally subside. My insides were like jelly. I hadn't had such a powerful orgasm in weeks, perhaps since the first time I had watched Natalie. As my breathing slowed and the ringing in my ears faded, I had been dimly aware that the girl had been speaking, but that now she had stopped. Sitting up, I saw that the screen was black, though the tape was still playing. I reached for the remote and found it, getting it sticky from the wetness still coating my fingers. I pointed it and played the tape back, stopping where the girl seemed to be recovering from her orgasm. I pressed the play button and watched the heaving of her breasts slow, saw her sit up and then seem to shake herself a little. Finally after several deep breaths, she looked at the camera and said:

"Tell me, Jules, that I didn't turn you on. Tell me that I didn't make you want me to do that for you, to you. Just tell me that, Julie, and I won't bother you again."

Then, getting up she walked toward the camera. For a moment the screen was filled with her legs, her sticky thighs, her bare, swollen, glistening pussy and then it went black.

Suddenly, my mind was a mess of confused, and confusing, thoughts and feelings. The tape had been intensely erotic, had turned me on like few other things that I had ever seen. But it hadn't been meant for my eyes, she had made it for Jules! For Julie, my daughter. I rubbed my eyes and felt the wetness and smelled the odor of sex. I realized that my hands, my thighs, my pussy, just like my mind, were all were a mess. I got up and walked into the bathroom, turning on the tap. I sat on the side of the tub and as it filled tried to think what to do.

My first thought, as I slipped into the tub, was that I should destroy the tape. Pretend it never existed. If Julia didn't approach the girl, she might take it as a sign that Julie wasn't interested. On the other hand, the girl said Julie should tell her. Maybe she would approach Julie. Presumably Julia knew this girl was interested in her sexually. Julie knew! BANG! The thought suddenly exploded in my mind in large letters. That was more than I had ever wanted to know about my daughter. But I did know. And I had to figure out how to handle this. I knew I couldn't decide about this girl for Julie, shouldn't decide for her. But I still didn't know what to do.

I soaked in the bath for what seemed like hours until I heard the front door open and Julie's voice. I told her I was in the tub and would be right down. Instead she came bouncing through the door of my room into my bathroom, wanting me to see her earrings, to tell me that it hadn't hurt too much. I oohed and aahed and laughed with her and then shooed her out so I could dry off and get into a robe. Walking back to my room I noticed the smell of sex still hung in the air, I wondered if she noticed, too.

I went downstairs and we talked for a while, I had another glass of wine while Julia had a coke and told me tales about the other girls that made me laugh. And I wondered which girl it had been. When we both finally went upstairs to our bedrooms, I popped the tape out of my VCR and put it in my closet, in the safe where I keep my jewelry. Then I went to bed, still wondering what to do. And I dreamt about a young woman with short brown hair, hair that was almost auburn.

I had an early day with the grants people, so I was out of the house before Julie had even caught the school bus. I'd given her a quick kiss, admired her new earrings again and then driven away, still wondering about the right thing to do with the tape. I wasn't any farther along in my thinking by the time I got to the university.

Work has a way of driving other things out of my mind and it was not only an early morning, it was a busy one. After checking my email and clearing a few things off my desk, I left my office to get on with the day. Between discussions with the grants staff, some hurry-up jobs for my boss and the normal budgetary insanity, it was almost noon by the time I got back to my desk. The mail flag was up on my computer screen and I opened it. There was another note from "watcher". It said:

"I'm not Natalie or Sarah. And I've got your panties."

I thought for a second that my heart had stopped. There was a jpeg attachment and I clicked on it. A photo opened up. There were a pair of panties and what looked like a thong laying on a table, just like the tables back in the stacks. Suddenly my mouth was very, very dry again. Still, my mind said:

"It's probably just Natalie or Sarah fooling with me. Those panties could belong to any one!"

Somehow, though, I didn't think so. Getting up from my desk I walked out into the library. I asked the grad student if any one was in the glass room and he told me he thought it was still locked. I grabbed my keys to the room from the drawer in the research desk. Going back into the stacks I went to the room and unlocked it. Going to the rear, where I could see the little niche Natalie and I had used, I looked around and found one of the wheeled ladders. I rolled it to the place where I had stood that night, and climbing up, looked at the top of the book cases. There was nothing up there but a thick layer of dust. Dust every where, except for what looked like a little streak of cleanliness. A trail through the dust like you might make by dragging a damp cloth across a small area. A damp cloth or a damp pair of panties.

When I got back to my office, the MSN messenger icon was flashing. I clicked it and it said that "watcher" wanted to be put on my list of contacts. I clicked OK and almost immediately the icon started flashing again. I opened it and it said:

"Watcher says: Your panties, they weren't there, were they."

"Cwork5 says: No. How did you know I looked?"

"Watcher says: They weren't there because I have them. Check your email."

"Watcher's" icon suddenly went offline and my mail flag popped up again. Opening it, I found another note from "watcher":

"This is how."

There were several more jpeg attachments and I clicked on them one by one. They were black and white pictures. The first was a picture of Natalie, sitting in the study karal, her legs spread wide, her head back, her fingers deep inside her pussy. The photo was grainy, and taken from above her, but it was Natalie. The second shot, also very grainy, was of three women, bodies intertwined on a couch, like the one in the reading room. Only one face was plainly visible: Sarah's. My heart was pounding as I clicked the third icon. The picture popped up, no better than the rest, but clearly a picture of me. A picture of me, shot from a little above head level. I was leaning against a book shelf, one hand under my skirt, the other on one of my exposed breasts, which were peaking out from under my pushed- up sweater. There were what looked like a pair of panties lying on the floor next to my feet. There wasn't any doubt about what I was doing.




Watcher in the Stacks



My mind was spinning, trying to absorb all that I had just seen. A voice inside my brain was screaming:

"Who are you!"

And then the MSN messenger icon began to blink again. I opened it.

"Watcher says: I'm not Natalie or Sarah, do you believe that now?"

"cwork5 says: Yes, WHO ARE YOU?"

"Watcher says: A woman. A watcher. Not Natalie or Sarah, but you do know me."

"cwork5 says: What are you going to do with the pictures?"

"Watcher says: Nothing, nothing at all. Just keep them."

My mind was still spinning, but my heart started to slow a bit. Could I believe "watcher"? Believe she wouldn't use the pictures to hurt me? Suddenly, I felt a little less threatened. But, I was still trying to figure out who she was. What she wanted. Why she was doing this. How she got those pictures. How she knew I'd been in the glass room. What was going on.

"cwork5 says: What do want? What do you want to do?"

"Watcher says: It's what I want you to do."

My heart skipped a beat, then beat a little faster. What she wanted me to do?

"cwork5 says: What do you want me to do?"

"Watcher says: Why don't go back to the glass room?"

My heart now beating even faster, anticipating.

"Watcher says: You know where to stand. Leave you panties on like you did when your wore Natalie's."

My breath coming faster, more shallow as I type.

"cwork5 says: What do you want me to do there? What are you going to do."

"Watcher says: You know what to do, you've done it before. I'm just going to watch again."

"Watcher's" icon suddenly went offline. It didn't appear that I had much of a choice. And I was suddenly very excited. This was MSG. I logged off my machine and stood up. I stepped out of my shoes and lifted my skirt. I pushed my pantyhose down and stepped out of them. They were damp. I put them in a desk drawer. Stepping back into my shoes, I left my office and walked toward the glass room. I could feel moisture seeping out from under the leg band of my panties, running down the insides of my thighs. My nipples were hard, straining against the material of my bra. My breath was coming quickly and I picked up my pace. Unlocking the door and locking it again behind me, I hurried to the back of the room.

Standing in the same spot, I looked up and around, searching for the camera. Where was it? Then I realized it didn't matter, just as long as she was watching. And I lifted my skirt. Leaning back against a book case, my fingers started masturbating my pussy through the cotton. I pushed the cloth up between my swollen lips, stroking myself, my thumb pressing against my hard clit, two fingers grinding the cloth deeper into me. Imagining "watcher" seeing me do what she had told me to do, what she had secretly watched me do before, fueled my lust. I pulled my white blouse out of my skirt with my left hands, while my right continued to stroke the cotton between the lips of my vagina. Rubbing it, pushing it deeper into me.

Unbuttoning my blouse with my left hand was awkward, but I did it and pushed my bra up over my breasts. Wishing for the thousandth time that I could suck on them myself, I pulled and twisted at my nipples. Feeling the heat between my fingers. Feeling it building the heat between my legs. The soft cotton of my panties was wet with my moistness and I wanted to slip a finger under the leg band and into me, but I didn't. "Watcher" wanted me to cum the way I had that night in Natalie's panties. Touching myself through the panties.

Slowly, but steadily the fire grew as I imagined "her" watching me, wondering who it was. Which of the many women I knew was she? And, was she touching herself as I touched myself? The thought that she might be burned itself into my brain. Touching herself as I touched myself. Like Natalie. I felt the heat rising. I wanted to push my fingers deeper, but the cotton wouldn't stretch. I was so close, so close. I twisted my nipples, pulling at them wondering who, who she was. My eyes closed and I had to bite my lip. Shifting my weight from leg to leg, my hips were involuntarily thrusting at my fingers, trying to pull them deeper through the cloth. I was stimulating my clitoris through the cotton with my other hand, the moisture from inside me making my panties wet, almost all the way from my crotch up to my clit. Oozing out of my vagina. Spotting the bright white cotton that had been so fresh and dry just an hour ago.

I was so close, so close but I couldn't quite get over the top. I wondered again who it was. Was it one of the women I truly lusted after? The women who made my pussy wet just thinking of them? I saw several faces swimming into my consciousness and I thought:

"Yes, one of them, maybe her."

And I thought of the woman I most wanted and suddenly I felt myself going over the top. I felt that old familiar sensation rising up from the center of me and, again, I closed my eyes and let myself go. And as I rode the whirlwind I'd created, I called her name out again, again and again. Wanting it to be her, cumming only for her.

I didn't open my eyes again until the room had stopped spinning and I no longer thought that my heart was about to break though the walls of my chest. I don't know how long I had stood there, how long the orgasm had lasted. It didn't really matter, it had been wonderful. And I hoped it had really been her, watching me. But breaking off my pleasant reverie, I willed myself back to earth, knowing that I should leave before someone came in.

Reaching under the back of my skirt, I wiped my fingers as best I could against the dry material in the back panels of my panties. Then, putting my breasts back into my bra, I buttoned up my blouse, adjusted my skirt again and walked out of the glass room, the smell of sex still strong in my nostrils. I dropped the keys at the research desk. No one bothered to look, no one seemed to notice. As I walked back to my office, I looked at all the different women and wondered:

"Who? Which one?"

When I got to my office, I locked the door, slipped my panties off and wiped myself with a little towel I keep for "emergencies." As I was finishing up, the MSN messenger icon on my computer screen began, again, to flash. I opened it up

"Watcher says: That was lovely, dear. Would you like to play a little more?

I wondered how to reply.



Watcher in the Wood



The sun was shining down hard as I took my head case of a dog for a walk, keeping him on his leash until we reached the wood, I then decided to let him off for a run, so I unclipped him and sat on a soft patch of grass. My nutter of a pet took off looking for wildlife to terrorise, but I knew he would be back when he had tired of dashing around and it was far too hot to chase him.

There was a little breeze in the wood but not much was making it through the trees and I was sitting in a small clearing pretty deep in the wood. Laying back I closed my eyes and felt the warmth of the sun caressing my skin and the little touches of warm air as a tiny bit of breeze found me. 

I was happy and comfortable laying there, but as usual the heat of the day was heating my body in more ways than one. Without even looking around me I ran my hands across my top, caressing my breasts through the fabric of my sundress. Having not encountered anyone else in the wood during my walk I was pretty sure there was no-one around, but in truth I really didn't care. 

Having someone watch me touch myself was not new to me, in fact it turned me on, so the thought that someone might be watching here in the wood as I stroked my nipples made me even hotter. 

Growing braver I pulled the top of my dress to the sides, the fabric of the halter top pushed my breasts closers together and I felt my nipples stiffen as they reached for the sun. 

Biting my lip I ran my palms over my soft globes, pinching and rolling my nipples, I enjoyed my breasts, either playing with them myself or letting others handle them, I pinched my nipples harder and I pulled them harshly, enjoying the sensation of the rough treatment. 

Lying there I recalled all the times I had people, both men and women mauling my breasts, stretching my nipples, biting them, rolling them. What I wouldn't have given right then and there for another person there with me.

Feeling my pussy aching I knew it was growing jealous of the attention I was paying my tits, my pussy is a total attention whore, I know that many women joke that man have their brains in their cocks, but in truth most of my thoughts come from my pussy. It would twitch if I saw a guy I fancied, or it would drip like a tap if I was really excited; right now my pussy was crying out for attention, and I knew that if I tried to fight it, to resist the call, I would end up in a really foul mood...

So there I was in the wood, exposing my aching breasts to the sun and now I was hitching up my skirt, preparing the answer the call from between my thighs, my pussy wanted attention and I was not about to deny it. 

Running my fingers up my thighs I drew my skirt up with my hands, stroking the smooth warm flesh until I reached the heated apex, pressing my hand against my core through my knickers, grinding the damp fabric into my pussy, enjoying the feel of my hot flesh as it twitched and soaked my underwear. 

Slipping my hand beneath the top of the fabric I touched my wet, aching pussy for the first time; moaning as I pressed my fingers between my nether lips, rubbing them in the wet flesh, pressing them against my clit, moaning as I feel another gush of slippery pussy juices.

Hooking my fingers into my knickers I drew them down my legs, removing them completely, my skirt is now up around my waist, exposing my pussy to the sun and anyone who might be in the vicinity, but I didn't care. In fact hoped someone would pass by, but just in case, I could always rely on my imagination.

Splaying my legs open I pressed them as wide as I could, I loved the feel of my thighs stretched so wide that they were almost painful; it would tighten the flesh of my pussy and make my clit ache even more. Pressing my feet into the ground I raised my hips to try and increase the pressure on my clit as I pressed my fingers into it. 

I was imagining being watched from the trees as I slipped a couple of fingers into my pussy, using them to fuck myself as I again rolled and pinched my nipples. Panting and moaning as I felt the familiar ache deep in the bottom of my stomach, grinding harder I wished I had a cock I could slip inside my pussy, it always felt so good to have a full pussy when I cum, but for now my fingers had the job. 

Running my fingers over my clit harder and faster, adding just the right amount of pressure, not too soft it was barely felt and just hard enough to hurt a little. 

Switching hands briefly I fuck my fingers into my aching hole as I grind my thumb against my clit, bringing my hand to my face, I inhale the scent of my pussy juices which are coating my hand and then I slip my fingers into my mouth with a moan, I hear another slightly deeper moan from some bushes close by, at first I wonder if it was my own echo or just my imagination, but I open my eyes and I catch a glimpse between the foliage of a figure, from the moan I guess it is a man.

I don't want to frighten him away by acknowledging I had seen him, so I continued to lavish attention on my pussy, picturing what I must look like from his vantage point. I wanted to ensure he could hear me, so I was moaning a little louder, not to the extent of 'faking it' I just ensured I was not being as quiet with my moans, I let him hear how much I was enjoying myself, and I wondered if he could hear the sounds of my fingers as they slid in and out of my sopping pussy.

It was making me so hot knowing that I now truly had an audience, fucking my fingers into my pussy harder and faster, rubbing my fingers against my clit and grinding my hips as I was moaning more often, the electric tingles spreading through my body to settle between my thighs.

Arching my back I cry out as I feel my body splinter into a thousand shards of white hot light, gasping and panting I lay blindly on the grass with my thighs clamped shut against my hands.

After several moments I start to regain my senses, eventually I feel able to straighten my clothing, wiping my hands and pussy on my already damp knickers, I am about to pocket them when an idea sparks in my mind, folding them neatly I place them onto a log which lay right in front of where he was hiding, casting a quick look in the direction of the bush before I walk away on shaky legs. 

Eventually I find my dog and begin to head for home, I cannot resist passing through the clearing again and there I find that my knickers are gone as I expected. Feeling inquisitive I sneak a look behind the bush he had hidden behind and the I find to my delight; a puddle of sticky white spunk, he had gotten off watching me get off, I was about to turn away as I noticed something on the ground, looking down I see two words scratched into the dry earth 'Thank You'.

As I leave the wood and head for home I am smiling, he had known I would come back to check on my knickers, which he seemed to have taken with him. He had known I would go behind the bush to see if he had cum with me. I would definitely be taking the dog to the wood again very soon, and you never know, maybe my stranger will come out of his hiding place and we can truly cum together.



Watchers



The warm sand gently cradles her body as she lays down to let the sun warm her skin. She spreads here blanket over the hot sand and smoothes the wrinkles. Closing her eyes she lets the sun work it magic, warming her soft skin. The days warm breeze rolls over her warming skin, licking the perspiration from her body causing her to shiver quietly. She shifts her legs and sits up slightly. 

Looking around she sees that there is no one else on this beach, smiling slightly to her self she reaches back and lets the top of here suit fall away. Her nipples finally free of the binding material spring upward as there pressure is released. She runs her fingers down over her belly and back up, as they drift over her nipples she arches her back unexpectedly. The wind, sun and sweat have made them sensitive. Relishing in the tingles sent through her body she closes her eyes again and allows her hands and fingers to circle her breasts in tighter and tighter circles until finally, playfully she pinches both erect nipples at once, this time the waves of electricity cause her to cry out. She begins to play the rhythms of her body, up and down as her mind begins to wander. 

She imagines her new neighbor, the one she spies on some evenings with her binoculars. She remembers her surprise two nights ago when he removed his clothing while laying on his bed and began to play with him self. As she remembers this her hands have untied the string holding her bottoms together and she lies there fully exposed to the sun and surf. She plays over in her mind the way he was so hard and wet that she had to remove her own underwear and join him. Her long red finger nails comb through the fine hair that covers her swollen lips, as she runs one hand up and down her thighs. She thinks she hears something but is too excited to care as she flicks her longest finger over her firm clit. 

Her other hand pulls and pinches her nipples, and she moans as she remembers him climaxing, she could almost hear him shout. Hearing a moan that in not hers she opens her eyes slightly and sees him laying there beside her. His hairy chest, firm arms and trim body. He is naked too and is playing with himself in time to her fingers sliding in and out of her. Keeping her rhythm within herself she reaches one hand down to feel his swollen cock as her reaches over to caress her wet pussy at the same time. 

They gasp together as he lowers his lips to take in her nipple. He moves his mouth over to her other breast and swallows her hard nipple just as the waves crash on her feet. The sensation of warm mouth and fingers, and the cold waves is too much for her. She grabs him, rolling him on top of her. She feverishly grabs his hardness and places it at the opening between her legs. He pushes himself into her as the waves crash over there legs again, and he begins a madding rhythm. In out in out in out in as the waves crash, so that every fourth stroke is timed with the waves perfectly. 

The pleasure building inside of her grows to a madding level as the waves climb higher and higher up there bodies. His thrusts become more urgent as his mouth and teeth wander all over her breasts neck and face. She feels him building to his climax and is not far behind as the warm water swoops over them again and again until finally it reaches he stiff nipples and she releases all the pleasure she has built up. Cumming again and again as the waves ravish her body she feels him release in side of her as their bodies quake together. As she calms down and opens her eyes again she looks around ad sees the tide coming closer, looking down the beach she sees a young couple in the distance and noticing her suit in such disarray she quickly gathers up her towel and rushes in side to take a hot bath....

As she sits in the warm tub she soaks the sand from her body. The steam releases the tension she has held in herself all week and she realizes that she has not yet exercised all the sexual energy from her body. Smiling she reaches over to the small cabinet and removes a long hard rubber toy, that she reserves for special occasions, as she works herself up in order to use her toy she works on a fantasy she has been having lately.

She has been waiting at the restaurant for almost fifteen minutes, and is becoming annoyed that he would be so late. Just as she is beginning to think about leaving she sees him come into the restaurant. Angry she decides that she will not forgive him and the special lace surprise she left at home in the bathroom for latter tonight will go back to the store tomorrow. As he sits she sees that he is out of breath and she almost loses her anger, but holds onto it. "Sorry love, traffic."

"Sure" she says, he can see now that its not going to be that easy as he sits quietly truing to figure out a way to make it up to her. They order and as the waiter leaves, he tries another tactic.

"I bought you something" he says as he pulls from his pocket the beautiful diamond necklace she has wanted for years.

"It's nice" she says with out loosing her cool.

He finally losses his and almost shouts "look I'm sorry, what can I do to make it up to you?"

"nothing" she replies.

"Nothing?"

"Look I wouldn't forgive you even if you got down on your knees and begged me right now!" she says.

"On my knees huh?" he says with his boyish smile and she wonders what he is up to. Looking around he notices that he is not being watched, and before she can say anything he quickly vanishes under the table.

"Where are you going?" she asks as he disappears under the table. She only hears mil chuckle softly. Angry and confused now she sits quietly and wonders what the hell he is doing. The waiter comes back with the drinks as something tickles up her stockinged leg under the table. She smile politely as she tries to smack him under the floor length table cloth. After another moment his soft hand tickles up he other leg. She spreads her leg slightly and then realizes what she did and clamps them back together, crossing them. Damm him she is going to stay mad at him even if it ki.... Her mind stops in mid thought as he removes her shoe and begins caressing her toe, he licks it, bites it, and then finally sucks it all into his mouth as he dances his fingers up her leg.

"Oh hell she thinks, I'll be angry latter" as she uncrosses her legs. His fingers seize the opportunity as they race up her leg to dance over her black silk panties. Deftly his fingers undo the snaps to the garter she is wearing and he begins to slowly remove her stockings. As he pulls them down over her leg his tongue traces the path down her leg. The while removing her other stocking he r repeats the action on the other side. Pushing her skirt up slightly his fingers begin to pull on the black silk material that covers her. He pushes his face between her legs and breathes in deeply. 

Instantly she becomes wet and week in the knees. She imagines his cock growing stiff in his pants and becomes even wetter. She hears the metal click of some thing beneath the table, and almost jumps as she feels cold metal brush against her, the she feels him pull her underwear out away from her as he begins to cut it off of her with a pocket knife. She almost cums right there her eyes half shut, then she realizes that people may be watching her as she sips some cold water and fans herself. She feels the elastic band cut lose and the cool air of the restaurant reach her crotch. She sighs and relaxes more. He pushes his face between her legs and begins to lick there. She gasps and grabs the table cloth. Looking around she notices she has drawn the attention of an older man sitting with his wife. He seems to be bored, his wife to engrossed in her meal to notice him. Under the table a tongue is inserted between her lips and she grabs a bread stick to keep from screaming. She begins to run her hand over her breast and bite her lip. The tongue under the table slides in and out of her and she knows his face must be covered with her juice. 

Her eyes meet those of the old man across the way as the tongue under the table flips back and forth across her clit. She can stand it no longer and cumms all over his face. She locks eyes with the old man as she gasps and cums, her mouth devouring the bread stick. Her body shakes and the water spills as another orgasm rips through her body. She has grabbed her breast and is pinching her nipple of the dress as she cums again. The old man stares into her eyes as she opens her mouth to let another orgasm course through her. Finally she can stand it no longer and pushes his head away under the table. The old man is smiling as she half closes her eyes in exhaustion. She sees him come up from under the table wiping his face. The old man winks and turns away. She is completely sated.

"Well," she hears his voice from far off. "Where is that damn waiter."

She returns to her senses in the bath tub and thinks, it is time to make him notice her.



Watcher's Duty



Author's note: This story takes place in roughly Season 3 of Buffy The Vampire Slayer, but it's a very different version of it. This will be my 200th story on this site. Yay.

*****

Buffy's heart had been hammering inside her chest during the entire drive, but when they stopped she thought it was literally going to explode from her chest Alien-style. Was that actually a thing? It seemed a good possibility that it was, both the possibility of your own heart and/or Aliens exploding from your chest, given that Buffy had been taught from a very young age that magic, monsters and nightmares were real.

She wanted to ask her Watcher about it, but she didn't want to seem like a silly little girl on this, her first night as the Slayer. No, tonight was about using all the training she had been given to fulfil her destiny, keep the people of this town safe and just as importantly to her make her mother proud.

Feeling a comforting hand placed over her shaky one Buffy smiled, and turned to see her Watcher smiling at her, "You're ready for this Buffy. You have the skill, and now you finally have the speed and strength to match. The vampires don't stand a chance." 

Buffy smiled again, "Thanks Mom."

Squeezing her daughter's hand Joyce said, "Go and get them honey."

*

Buffy Summers was one of the lucky ones. Most potentials were caught completely unaware when they became the Slayer, either because their parents ignored the warnings of the Watchers Council or because they showed no signs of being potentials to begin with.

Joyce Summers though had not only listened but had accepted the role as her daughter's watcher. Apparently it was more cost-effective for the parents to simply train their children in the art of killing vampires. Also most of the Watchers were old men, and in this day and age it was difficult to justify a man in his 40s hanging around with a minor.

It wasn't all smooth sailing of course, Joyce had to take several blood oaths and start her training when Buffy was still a toddler. But ultimately Buffy felt she was better prepared for what was ahead of her because she truly trusted and loved her Watcher unconditionally, and couldn't remember a time she hadn't.

It must be horrible to be a girl her age and be saddled with some stuffy old man who probably couldn't care less if she lived or died. Her Mom though, her Mom stayed with her for hours waiting for her first lousy vampire to rise from his grave, and when her nervousness caused her to miss the heart on her first try, almost costing them both their lives, her Mom did something a stranger would probably never do. Show her mercy.

"Please, please don't put that in your report." Buffy wept into her mother's shoulder, still shaking from taking her first life, in that moment unable to convince herself it was okay because it had been a monster, not a man, "It all happened so fast, and I recovered right away, and I swear it'll never happen again, just please, please don't tell anyone about this!"

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay." Joyce repeated over and over again for several long seconds, then she calmly explained, "I won't put this in my report... but I can't just let you get away completely with something so foolish. You need to be severely punished, do you understand me sweetie?"

"Yes Mom." Buffy quivered.

*

Slayers were perversions of nature and thus, much like the monsters they exterminated, they had perverse desires which they could not be cured of. Buffy had overheard her mother explaining that to her little sister, then she had read that herself in the Watchers diaries and then finally her mother had tried her best to explain it.

Then she had given Buffy her first spanking. That had been her 16th birthday and for over two years Buffy had to suffer through two or three bare bottom spankings a day even if she was good. If she was bad she was spanked with a hairbrush, a whip or a cane. Sometimes Dawn even got to watch.

Buffy used to think this was so unfair, that her Mom was going way overboard, especially as Dawn didn't have to put up with the same treatment. Now Buffy wondered whether her mother hadn't been harsh enough, because the things that were going on in her head were disgusting.

Over night she had been turned from a normal girl into a sick and twisted pervert, Buffy finding she actually enjoyed the spankings she took first thing in the morning and last thing at night. Then there was how she felt after she had calm down and stopped freaking out about messing up her first kill, the realisation that part of her had gotten off at slaying a vampire unbearable for the new Slayer.

This was unacceptable behaviour from a Slayer and Buffy not only understood what had to happen but she welcomed it. She welcomed her punishment. She wanted it. She needed it.

But she really didn't need Dawn to see it, Buffy whimpering as she obediently went up to her Mom's bedroom the second they got home to find Dawn grinning happily, one camera setup in front of the bed while she held another smaller one in her hand.

"MOM! Dawn's being weird." Buffy whined.

"Dawn." Joyce sighed, "Your sister has gone through a very traumatic experience, and she needs our help to deal with this."

"I know, but I just thought since-" Dawn started to protest.

"Dawn!" Joyce interrupted, "Put that stuff away right now, or you won't be allowed to watch."

For a second Dawn just stood there with her mouth open, then she scurried to put everything away as Joyce took her normal seat on the bed and looked at Buffy expectantly. Grinning smugly Buffy practically skipped over till she was standing beside her mother, pulled her pants and panties down to her knees and assumed the position she was so used too.

The position she had never felt more deserving of, Buffy looking forward to what happened next as it would finally stop the uncomfortable arousal she had felt since that undead monster had crawled out of the ground and attacked.

Unfortunately for Buffy the exact opposite happened, as no matter how hard her Mom spanked her or how much Dawn cried out in encouragement the pain and the humiliation just didn't have the same effect as it did before. No, instead of quelling her unnatural desires the butt beating inflamed them like never before.

So much so Buffy feared it would be noticeable, the new Slayer grinding her teeth and digging her fingernails into her palms to try and prevent a sound of arousal enjoyment from escaping her lips as she wallowed in her shame for being such a perverted slut.

What Buffy was unaware of was that there was always a certain amount of arousal every time Joyce gave her a spanking. It really made the older blonde feel like a failure as a mother, because not only did Buffy seem to get off a little bit on getting her butt beaten but Dawn did too, and she was supposed to be the normal daughter.

Sometimes she thought the magic which had made her daughter a potential Slayer had infected her womb, corrupting her offspring and turning them into something unnatural. How else could Joyce explain her youngest's enthusiasm as she brought her hand down again and again upon her oldest's little bubble butt.

"Go Mom!" Dawn cheered on gleefully, "Beat that butt! Spank it red! Make her scream! Harder! Spank her ass harder! Harder! Harder! Harder! HARDER!"

Joyce considered scolding Dawn for her words. Maybe even punish her for her actions by spanking the brunette's butt. However the truth was that she enjoyed the encouragement. It was the same reason she had clutched so tightly to the Watcher's diaries in recent years, because it was like confirmation she was doing the right thing.

That regardless of the way it felt, of what reactions it squeezed out of her offspring, of what this was doing to her family, this was the right thing to do. This was the thing which had to be done, not just for their own safety but for the safety of the people around them. After all, if Buffy's perverted desires weren't dealt with how could she protect people around her from the vampires, demons and the forces of darkness?

Normally that was enough for Joyce, but it didn't quite explain why she always spent a few seconds admiring the shapely rears of her daughters before and after each spanking session, why before this latest one she had squeezed Buffy's firm little bottom, why she got just as wet as her children if not more so during their daily butt beating.

Today was particularly dreadful on that front, Joyce desperately wanting to pull Buffy's pants down in the middle of the cemetery and give her a nice hard spanking the moment she had finished taking her first vampire, and when she had Buffy back home and over her knee Joyce had found herself going berserk.

Not only did she beat Buffy harder and longer than ever before but she completely ignored her daughter when she burst into tears. Joyce was just so transfixed by the way Buffy's bottom slowly turned pink, to red, and then eventually a bruised and indescribable colour.

It was only when her hand felt it was going to fall off she finally stopped and realised the horrifying truth Buffy's pussy was flowing like a river against her thigh, and her own cunt was just as wet. Hopefully this confirmed there was something wrong with all of them, something which Joyce would research later. For now she would do what she had to do.

For a few long minutes Joyce stroked her whimpering eldest's well beaten bottom, and then she softly looked over and addressed her dumbfounded youngest, "Dawn, please leave."

Dawn blinked herself back to consciousness and then pleaded, "Mom, please can I stay? I'll do anything if you'll just let me stay."

"No Dawn." Joyce said softly.

"But Mom!" Dawn whined.

"LEAVE! Joyce yelled.

Buffy was barely aware of this conversation or Dawn huffing, stomping out of the room and slamming the door behind her. She was only aware of her Mom's hand gently caressing her incredibly sore butt, the sensation the greatest comfort she had ever felt.

She may be a disgusting pervert who got off on being spanked, but at least her Mom loved her. Then that hand moved between her legs, Buffy's eyes going wide as her own mother began diddling her slit.

"Mom!" Buffy tried to complain but it came out as a moan.

"It's okay sweetie." Joyce said softly, "Some... some Slayers just can't be dissuaded from their unspeakable desires. In those cases the Watcher, or someone else, must satisfy those desires... and as I can't stand the thought of you slutting around trying to pick up a stranger I hope you'll forgive me for this."

Opening her mouth Buffy tried to ask what her mother was talking about, but all that came out was a loud moan as the older blonde slowly slid a finger inside her. She was then given a moment to get used to the sensation, if such a thing was possible, or perhaps she was being given the chance to complain, although Buffy was far too overwhelmed for that.

Whatever the reason for the pause it seemed brief, her Mom soon beginning to slide that finger in and out of her, again causing Buffy to moan loudly as she found herself pumping backwards against those thrusts. Or at least as much as she could while still bend over someone else's knee.

Not that this was just anyone, Buffy extremely aware that she should be disgusted by this. Horrified. Screaming for help. Using her newly acquired super strength to force her way out of this situation, then grab Dawn and head for the nearest police station to report her mother. But it just felt so good. So right.

In fact for the first time since she had been chosen she felt at peace, the indescribable need inside her for something she couldn't quite put her finger on finally satisfied, this somehow putting any masturbation she'd tried to shame and it didn't even feel like her Mom was trying that hard.

Then her mother started to try, that wonderful fingering increasing speed as a thumb seemingly came out of nowhere to start rubbing her clit. Well, obviously it hadn't come out of nowhere, it was just in her delirious state it was hard for Buffy to think coherently, especially when the second finger was added into her cunt.

Shortly after that her Mom curled those fingers inside her, hitting some extra sweet spot which caused Buffy to have the most powerful orgasm of her young life, the overwhelmed blonde beginning to weep again as she was then slowly brought down from her high and pulled into her mother's arms.

"There, there sweetie, it's okay." Joyce cooed softly, "It's going to be okay. I'm sorry I had to do that, but-"

Joyce was cut off from explaining herself by her eldest's lips, Buffy kissing her as passionately as anyone had before her.

And Joyce wished she could claim later that she had tried to push her daughter away, explained to her why this was wrong and why she had only done what she had just done because she was desperate and didn't know what else to do, but the truth was she had been fantasising about this for a very long time, and now she finally had Buffy in her arms and kissing her like there was no tomorrow, she just couldn't stop herself.

She didn't even protest as her eldest daughter used her newly acquired super strength to tear her clothes away from her body and gently push her up the bed so she was lying with her head on her pillow.

After that they made out like the horny teenagers that only one of them was before Buffy broke the kiss, ducked her head downwards and wrapped her mouth around one of her Mom's nipples, causing Joyce to let out a loud moan.

This was it. Joyce wasn't going to get a better chance to tell Buffy to stop, and if they went any further it felt like there would be no turning back. Although perhaps they were too far gone already.

After all, being Watcher and potential had bonded them more closely together then Joyce could have dreamt, and now she was risking that close relationship in an unspeakable way. Then again perhaps this would be good for them? Perhaps instead of tearing them apart it would bring them close together. Perhaps she could even bring Dawn into... no, no she had to put a stop to this.

Despite that last thought when Joyce opened her mouth it was to moan, "Oh God yes, mmmmmmmm, oh Buffy, that's it! Harder! Suck my nipples harder, ooooooooohhhhhhhhh, good girl!"

Joyce just couldn't help herself. It felt so good, far better than any of her previous lovers. Because sure, Buffy didn't have the technique quite down, but her enthusiasm was infectious, and the fact that she was with her daughter seemed to inflame Joyce's desire instead of dousing it like it rightfully should. Oh well, she could hate herself later.

For now she was busy trying to keep her heart from exploding inside her chest before Buffy could move downwards, at first choice extremely enjoying the sensation of having her offspring once again nursing on her nipples, until her own need became too great and she found herself gently pushing down on Buffy's head.

Buffy was reluctant to leave the well rounded breasts in front of her, especially as she'd had so much fun going back and forth between them for the last few minutes.

However she would do anything for this woman, so it wasn't long before she crawled downwards in between her Mom's legs, took a long sniff of the hole she was once pushed out of and then closed her eyes and began methodically licking her own mother's pussy.

It was funny, Buffy had spent the last few years wondering whether she would like eating pussy, but there was no doubt in her mind during the moments leading up to this that she would love the taste of her Mom. And she did.

It was wrong, unspeakably wrong and taboo, but Buffy adored the taste of her Mom's pussy even more than she had dreamt she would, and the truth was she had fingered herself to the idea of this wicked act since she had first discovered her body. In fact it was the first thing she had ever gotten off too, her most powerful fantasy to this day being having sex with her own mother.

What she hadn't imagined was how much she'd love hearing her Mom moaning for her, Buffy grinning wickedly as she looked up past the older blonde's cleavage to realise that her mother had grabbed one of her pillows and was now trying to frantically silence herself.

Instantly Buffy remembered her sister, who she had completely forgotten about in all the excitement, the blonde teen blushing in embarrassment but unable to even consider stopping. She also couldn't stop herself trying to make her Mom moan loudly, or produce more of the addictive cream which was flowing out of her mother's yummy cunt.

So in the name of that Buffy wrapped her upstairs lips around the older woman's downstairs lips and pushed her tongue as deep inside her mother as it would go. She then took a second to savour the sensation of having her Mom's pussy quivering around her tongue, then she started pumping that soft wet muscle in and out of the blonde Milf's love hole, Buffy determined not to stop until her face was drenched in her Mom's juices.

Which technically it already was, but that was only pussy juice. Buffy wanted a face full, and ideally a belly full, of her Mom's cum, and she was determined to get it.

Joyce had been with many, many talented cunt lappers. Some of them even men. However none of them could compare to Buffy, and not just because she was her own daughter.

Oh no, the girl was a natural pussy pleaser, her tongue effortlessly finding all the right places to lick and press against throughout her oral assault, automatically using techniques it took years for Joyce to learn and teach to her lovers. And the girls timing was perfect, and there was a forcefulness to the later tongue fucking which couldn't be taught, the powers of the Slayer serving Joyce so very well in that moment.

It was as if Buffy had been designed to specifically eat her pussy. As if The Powers That Be had wanted to reward her for her efforts in training Buffy and had given her the perfect pussy eater as a reward.

Perhaps Joyce could test this theory, find others willing to let Buffy go down on them so she could see if her daughter took to orally pleasing them as well as she was doing with the pussy which had once given birth to her, thoughts like that only pushing Joyce closer to the edge rather than pull herself away from it as it probably should do.

Ultimately it was the thought of Buffy kneeling by a long line of people, men and women alike being serviced by her total slut of a daughter, which made Joyce experienced the most powerful climax of her life. Considering the build-up she had known what she would feel would be overwhelming, but nothing could have ever prepared Joyce for this.

No amount of diaries which read like erotica, no awkward conversations, and no nights fantasising about exactly this could prepare her for this and that was cumming in her eldest's daughter's mouth and all over her face, Joyce becoming completely lost after her second climax, which was triggered by realising that Buffy was frantically gulping down as much of her first orgasm as the little dyke slut could get.

When Joyce came back to consciousness she found Buffy laying on her side with her head resting against her hand and a cocky grin on her face, the little brat having the nerve to ask, "So, do you think you'd be up for returning the favour now?"

Joyce scowled, "Hey, don't you forget who's in charge here young lady."

Buffy looked disappointed, "I didn't mean to-"

"To what? Overstate your boundaries?" Joyce questioned, more angry at herself than Buffy, "Well, you did."

Buffy lowered her head, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry isn't good enough Buffy." Joyce said firmly, before softening her tone as she added, "You will be spanked for this later, but for now let's see if we can punish you for your arrogance and help you deal with those pesky feelings of yours, shall we?" 




Watcher's Duty



Frowning in confusion Buffy watched her Mom get off the bed and reach underneath it, then she enthusiastically smiled when she saw what was retrieved, "Oh yes, please fuck me! Fuck my slutty lil Slayer pussy and officially take my cherry!"

"Oh Buffy, I wouldn't dream of robbing you of the chance of giving your virginity to your first love." Joyce said as she slowly pulled her 8 inch strap-on dildo up her thighs and then tightened it around her waist, "But you do have another cherry, and I am very interested in taking it."

Again Buffy frowned in confusion for a moment, then her eyes went wide, "You mean-"

"Yes Buffy, I mean I'm going to take your sweet little ass." Joyce confirmed, "After all, what better way to teach you some humility?"

"But-" Buffy began.

"No buts!" Joyce snapped, ignoring the pun as she added, "Buffy, if you are going to act like a little slut, I'm going to treat you like one. Now bend over. I will not ask you twice."

For a second Joyce thought she had gone too far. Well, she had gone too far, but she was worried that Buffy would be disgusted by her proposal and this would be the thing which ruined their relationship forever.

Perhaps it still would, but whether out of obligation or curiosity Buffy lowered her head in submission and slowly turned over and lifted herself up onto all fours, presenting Joyce with that drool inducing bubble butt, the older blonde just staring at it lustfully before she quickly opened the tube of lubricant she had retrieved from underneath her bed, squeezed a generous portion out onto the dick and started to rub it in as she approached her target.

Buffy trembled with a mixture of fear and anticipation. Her dreams frequently featured anal sex, but she had never thought she would actually subject herself to such an unnatural act. Of course she never thought she'd actually have lesbian sex, or cross the ultimate line and have sex with her own mother, making this a taboo on top of a taboo on top of a taboo.

That shouldn't be appealing, nor should she love the way her Mom totally took charge and was now demanding her anal cherry instead of asking for it, but Buffy loved all these things. Oh God, becoming the Slayer had turned her into such a perverted slut.

At least she could rely on her mother being gentle with her, Buffy thought to herself, as she felt the dip in the bed which announced the older blonde was now behind her. Then one of her butt cheeks was being pulled apart and a wet extremely big feeling object was placed against her virgin butt hole and then beginning to push its way inside her.

This surprised Buffy, she was expecting a little fingering or something to help loosen her up, but instead her Mom barely took five seconds to shove the head of her cock into her ass, the younger blonde pulling away slightly but the older blonde preventing her from getting very far.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh Mooooooooommmmmmmmmm! Take it easy!" Buffy whined as she was robbed of her anal virginity.

"Stop complaining!" Joyce warned, taking a moment to savour popping her eldest daughter's anal cherry before continuing, "As a Slayer you'll have to fight through far worse pain than this. Do you expect your enemies to take it easy on you?"

That wasn't the first time Buffy had heard those words, although hearing them now made her whimper with shame. Her Mom was right. She was always right. She shouldn't be whining about the pain she was currently feeling, she should be grateful that she had the opportunity to live through a painful and humiliating experience.

Just like the spanking this taught her how to deal with distracting emotions which could cost her her life. Any pleasure she received was simply a by-product, although a more intentional one in this case, Buffy blushing as she felt more intense pleasure a lot sooner than she did when her butt was being beaten instead of filled with strap-on dick.

Even though it felt like she was being sodomised with a telephone poll, and that it felt like it took hours to shove it all the way up her butt, when the full length of the dildo was buried in her ass whatever initial pain there was quickly faded away and Buffy was introduced to the most exquisite bliss she'd ever experienced.

It was better than anything she could have ever imagined, the bed sheets underneath her fingertips and animalistic like cries escaping her lips as she struggled to comprehend how good it felt to be butt fucked by her mother.

After a particularly loud cry Joyce shoved Buffy face down and whispered, "Be quiet honey, we don't want Dawn to hear us."

Honestly hoping that Dawn hadn't heard them and was completely oblivious to what was going on was futile. Dawn wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but there was no way she could have missed how sexually charged things were before she left, and honestly in the hours, days and months leading up to this night.

Besides, despite Joyce's best efforts she wasn't sure she had done a good job muffling her screams, and Buffy was barely even trying to keep quiet even now her face was buried in the bed sheets. But for whatever reason Joyce had never worried about Dawn the way she worried about Buffy.

Of course she could think of several reasons but Joyce ignored them for now in favour of concentrating on what she was doing, which wasn't exactly difficult.

When it came to officially taking her daughter's anal virginity Joyce had been focused on nothing else, the older woman captivated by Buffy's virgin butt hole being forced open for the first time and allowing inch after inch of dildo to pass through it on the way to the deepest depths of the 18-year-old's rectum. She then continued staring as she began pumping her cock in and out of Buffy's butt, officially ass fucking her daughter like she was one of the common sluts Joyce picked up on weekends.

When she was a teenager she'd had many loving relationships with men and women alike, although ironically getting married had quickly quelled her libido. Then she got pregnant and her husband just couldn't keep up with her, ultimately allowing her to go out and fuck women.

Only she wasn't just fucking them anymore, she was dominating them in all sorts of kinky and even violent ways, Joyce particularly loving the act of sodomising another woman with a strap-on dildo. So in a way this was kind of fitting, she had become addicted to butt sex when Buffy was still in her belly, and now her baby girl was all grown up Joyce was taking Buffy's ass and making it hers.

Perhaps it was always meant to be this way, Buffy face down and ass up, her back hole stretching widely around Joyce's strap-on dick as she anally pumped her daughter. Not that it was merely the fact that she was doing this to her own daughter which made this so wonderful.

No, Buffy's butt was so tight and fuck-able it seemed a crime that Joyce hadn't violated it until now, and from the way she was moaning like a shameless anal whore Buffy agreed with her, something Joyce was very eager to point out as she drove what had become a very obvious point home with some keep hard anal thrusts.

"Mmmmmmmmmm Gooooooooooodddddddddd I love this ass! I love this wonderful little ass!" Joyce tried to whisper, although at best it was a sort of soft moan, "It's so tight! Mmmmmmmmm, oooooooooooooh Buffy, your ass is so tight! Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh fuck, it's the best I've ever had! Mmmmmmmm, I can't get enough, and neither can you, can you sweetie? Ohhhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeeesssssssssss, mmmmmmmmmm, my daughter is such a little butt slut! Ooooooooooh yes, you're a anal whore Buffy, mmmmmmmmmm, I've raised such a dirty little bitch who loves it up her ass! That's what you are, isn't it honey?"

"Yeeeeeeeessssssssss Mom, I'm a whore! I'm a dirty anal whore!" Buffy groaned into the bed sheets that she was clutching for dear life, "Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh Gooooooooooddddddddd, it feels so good! Mmmmmmmmmm, it feels soooooooooooo gooooooodddddddddd oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh Gooooooooooddddddddddd! Please don't stop! Please don't stop fucking my ass!"

Buffy squealed with delight as her Mom rewarded her by tightening her grip on her hips and began to increase the pace of the butt fucking. And she tried, she really tried to silence herself with the bed sheets, but there never seemed to be a point to it.

Dawn had to know exactly what was going on, and Buffy found it impossible to believe her little freak of a sister didn't have her ear pressed to the door or her eye glued to the keyhole or something like that. Hell, Dawn might have even left the camera rolling, just so she could watch this later.

Regardless of any potential consequences Buffy really hoped that was the case because she would love to watch herself get ass fucked over, and over, and over again, Buffy never again needing Internet access for porn as that one clip would surely be enough for a lifetime of masturbation. Or at least a Slayer's lifetime.

Then again maybe she could become her very own porn star. Or her family's porn star, her sister and more importantly her Mom helping her to create some very special home movies which would be very different to the ones she and Dawnie used to do.

Somewhere deep down inside of her Buffy was ashamed of acting like such a bad big sister/a total whore. What kind of role model was she for Dawnie? She couldn't even pretend she wasn't giving up her virgin ass to their mother. After this, there was no way Dawn would ever take her seriously again, not that she ever had.

Then Dawn, her duties as a Slayer and the entire world ceased to matter to Buffy as she experienced the most powerful climax of her life, easily blowing the earlier fingering and anything else she experienced out of the water.

Not even caring anymore who heard Buffy lifted her head from the sheets and screamed hysterically as her cum squirted from her cunt and her body shook.

For a few seconds she could do nothing else, then she started slamming back against her mother with what felt like every ounce of her strength, knocking the older woman of her stride for a few seconds. Then her Mom smacked her butt and then restarted the sodomy, drilling her little ass hole harder than ever as Buffy worked with her mother to try and make sure she would never sit down properly again.

Joyce had no doubt if Buffy was using all of her strength she wouldn't be able to keep up the butt fucking. Luckily the sweaty teenager was physically and mentally exhausted from her stressful day, and the energy consuming sex that they had already had, so Joyce was just about able to keep her balance as Buffy's butt banged back against her.

Which unfortunately meant that her thighs became very red and sore, but it was totally worth it for the ecstasy which was sodomising her Slayer daughter.

In those wonderful moments Joyce dwelled on the fact that she wasn't merely breaking what had to be the biggest taboo possible/three taboos rolled into one, she was ass fucking a Slayer. Honestly part of the appeal of becoming a Watcher was she would be able to boss around a supernatural creature infinitely stronger than herself, and now Joyce was not only in charge of that creature but she was fucking it in the ass.

Anally violating the girl who gave monsters nightmares, that thought/reality making her feel more powerful than merely butt fucking the week little teenagers she normally seduced.

Ever since her husband had left her, unwilling to deal with the hassle of accepting the supernatural around him or helping to raise his daughters properly, Joyce had become something of a sexual predator, seducing her way through as many women as she could and either butt banging them or teaching them to bang butt.

It was more frequently the former than the latter, and lately her victims had all been blondes, so at least part of her saw this coming. However Joyce had never truly believed she would fuck her daughter, but now she was pounding Buffy's butt she was so glad to be wrong.

Unfortunately unlike her supernatural child Joyce didn't have nearly unlimited stamina, and ultimately she had to stop. She pushed herself through some amazingly powerful climaxes first though. Not as powerful as when Buffy had gone down on her, or as hard as the orgasms she was graciously giving to her daughter through introducing her to the joys of anal sex, but satisfying in a way Joyce had never quite experienced before.

Then she abruptly pulled her cock out of her daughter's butt hole, moved backwards and admired the damage she had done, Joyce almost cumming again just from staring deep into Buffy's bowels via her eldest daughter's widely gaping ass hole.

Joyce had always had a great interest in the arts, resulting in her now running a gallery of her own, but nothing she had ever seen was more beautiful to her than the sight of her Slayer daughter's gaping butt hole, so after what felt like an hour of staring she whispered, "Don't move sweetie."

"Yes Mom." Buffy groaned, blushing a few seconds later as her mother grabbed a camera and started taking shots of her gaped behind.

"Spread your cheeks for me honey." Joyce ordered, marvelling as perfection was somehow made more perfect before she snapped another half a dozen shots. Then she put the camera down, took a deep breath and ordered, "Buffy, look at me."

Quickly letting go of her cheeks and once again pulling her face out of the bed sheets Buffy turned to her mother unexpectedly and then after a few seconds began, "I-"

"Silence." Joyce said softly, thinking for a few moments before addressing the situation, "For anyone else, what we just did would be wrong on so many levels. And it still was, however you are a Slayer, a perversion of nature with feelings that you just can't control. I have tried to quell your desires, but it seems we have no choice but to satisfy them. If you don't, I fear you will die in record time. Still, I'm not sure I can live with the shame of being the mother of the town whore, so instead from this moment on you will be my whore... if that is what you want."

For a second Joyce worried she had finally gone too far. That she had got so carried away indulging her most forbidden fantasy that she had completely deluded herself into believing Buffy had also enjoyed it and wanted more.

That she was about to lose both her daughters due to unnatural desires she couldn't fully explain, nor understand, the look on Buffy's face first causing Joyce to offer her eldest a way out of this perverted situation, and then worried that she was going to be rejected and her whole world would come crashing down around her.

Then fortunately the blushing Buffy nodded her head and softly replied, "Yes Mom."

Joyce smiled, "Good... and since I have told you time and again to clean up your messes, your first job in your new role will be to clean my cock. With your mouth."

Again Buffy blushed, opening her mouth to no doubt protest, but then she seemed to think about it and instead closed her eyes, crinkled her nose and wrapped her lips around the head of the dick which had just robbed her of her anal cherry.

She then hesitantly began sucking, and like so many women before her, quickly seemed to learn to like it. Love it even, Joyce watching as Buffy took to sucking cock with the same skill and enthusiasm which defied her youth, just like she had when it came to eating pussy. Oh yes, her Slayer daughter was truly a little whore, and as her watcher it was Joyce's duty to help her deal with it.



Watchers Get It All



Both of us had been to David and Sarah’s on a couple of occasions they had in return visited us for meals.

It all came about because I had known David through work for a couple of years at work we both worked as accountants but in different departments, on occasions where we got together during work socials we had struck a friendship. He seemed to be very stayed and assured about what he was doing and where he intended to be in life, where as I am happy with my lot, not looking further ahead than a few years at a time.

At a couple of the works socials my partner Elena had attended with me as had David’s wife Sarah, both the girls had met immediately getting along. 

From there we had started to go out socially as well as having each other round to our respective houses as guests.

On the last occasion we had gone to their place and had had a great evening very relaxed talking about anything and everything, that’s how it started……….

I don’t know how the subject had arisen but as usual with conversation mixed with alcohol, the subject turned to sex, jokingly at first but then getting into the “what do you like “ arena.

The usual positions were discussed but surprising me Elena touched upon the subject of voyeurism, something, which I knew, excited her in private, but I would never have thought she would have mentioned it in company.

She went on to say that the thought of others watching whilst we had sex was a thrilling idea, I was not too sure how both David and Sarah would react but surprisingly both agreed that there was a thrill factor about doing it.

The chat continued on the same vein for some time and the wine flowed, Elena who was sat next to me had quietly taken hold of my hand during the talk of sex to an audience, I took the opportunity to catch her eye just to see how she was reacting to the subject, I was lucky she caught my eye too, knowing her so well I could se in her expression that she was getting turned on, the prospect of a good night to come was on the cards when we got home, I could not help wishing we were there now where I could be slowly undressing her delicious body.

I noticed that body language between David and Sarah had changed, they were both pushing against each other, I thought it won’t be long before we get the hint to leave as I was sure they needed each other as much as myself and Elena.

That’s when it started…… Sarah looked me in the eyes and said that it was time to go up stairs, I agreed and said we would be off as we had an early start, we didn’t but I just wanted to get home and fuck Elena. “No I think we should all go up stairs I want to see if the idea is as good doing it as it seems talking about it” said Sarah, I thought David would react by telling Sarah not to be so silly but he just looked at me then at Elena and said it was worth a try.

I was about to disagree but Elena stopped me looking straight in my eyes, saying it would only be looking we weren’t going to touch.

David and Sarah led the way upstairs Elena gently leading me with her hand I mine, inside I could help but wonder what we were doing, at the same time I had always wondered what Sarah would be like in bed, she was attractive athletic and only in her early thirties, David like her was athletic too as both regularly went to the gym.

We got into their room without even waiting for any polite conversation both David and Sarah sat on the bed next to each other and started kissing gently at first but the n as the passion built they started exploring each others mouths with their tongues, probing, licking and biting, David started to slide his hand along Sarah’s thigh his fingers disappearing under her short skirt, Sarah gasped I knew he must have pushed his fingers in her knickers and must as I looked on be playing with her clit with the tips of his fingers. She was gasping and writhing with each move of his wrist, she let her head roll back and David started telling her that we were watching while he finger fucked her, she gasped groaned and bucked her hips harder, in a husky sex filled voice groaned that she wanted his hard stiff cock to fuck her till she couldn’t take anymore.

He said that he was going to spread her legs wide so that we could see her beautiful quim slick with sticky wet pussy juice, that he was going to shove his hard cock into her and pump her full of his hot cum.

Sarah practically screamed out that she wanted to suck his cock first while we watched, she gasped that she need to taste his cum before he fucked her.

With that she pushed him back on the bed unzipping his trousers and pulling his cock out all in the same movement, I couldn’t help feeling she had done this many times before, she pulled his hard stiff shaft out of his trousers and looked at it for a few moments whilst gasping loudly, it must have been a full eight inches in length and thick, she pulled his foreskin back, opened her mouth and took in the hard bulbous purple end of his cock in her mouth.

David let out a gasp of pleasure as she moved her head up and down on his cock, each time so hard you could see her cheeks being pulled in, he would move his hips upwards towards her face each time so he was slowly fucking her wet willing mouth, Sarah grasped the base of his shaft with her right hand whilst she eased her panties down over her thighs, she got them below the knee and pulled them of completely, exposing her perfectly shaven pussy, she then pushed her first two fingers into the cleft of her lips and with gentle circular movements with her fingers on her clit brought herself off.

I was so hard I could feel my own cock practically bursting out of my trousers, I was looking at Sarah’s mouth imagining it sucking on the end of my cock, thinking of watching her wank my shaft till I came into her mouth, Elena was watching totally engrossed by Sarah sucking on David’s stiff cock, her breathing was ragged, whilst she seemed to gently grind her upper thighs together, I realised she was about as ready for a good hard fucking as I was, I looked at her breasts the nipples were filly erect pushing against the light material of her blouse top, god! how I loved her tits!.

Sarah now dropped off of the bed onto her knees in front of David, she pushed his legs apart and moved in between them so that she could suck his cock in this position, her short skirt had ridden up helping me get a good view of wet pussy, which was pulled open by her being down on haunches, her tight little asshole was gently pulsating, Oh how I wanted to taste and fuck her, a wild thought came into my mind that I should just undo my trousers pulled out my cock and ram it into her there and then, would Elena stop me? Would David stop me? I was just at the point of contemplating actually doing this when Elena moved away from me towards the bed, she sat down where Sarah had been and leaned on her right elbow so that I assumed she could get a better look at what Sarah was doing to David.

Elena spoke, telling Sarah that she looked so good with hard cock in her mouth and that it must taste so good, Sarah groaned and pulled off David’s cock, looked at Elena telling her that it was the best tasting cock she had ever been mouth fucked by. She went on to say that she should know as she had had her mouth fucked with more than her fair share of cocks.

Elena replied telling her that she loved to have her mouth force fucked by a hard stiff cock, this was one of our favourite things, I would kneel over her whilst I forced my cock in her mouth, at the same time licking and nibbling her tits, as well as frigging her sopping wet pussy with my hand.

The last time we had done it Elena had said she wanted me to watch her have this done to her, that she was going to let the man cum in her mouth and make her swallow it all, then he would go down on her pussy and eat her till she came screaming for him to plunge his cock into pussy and fuck her till he pumped his cum into her hungry pussy, I would then have to fuck her cum filled pussy.

Elena put her hand out and gently stroked the side of Sarah’s face brushing her hair back, I moved around so that I could have a complete view of Sarah sucking David’s cock.

Sarah stopped sucking on the end of David’s cock starting run her pink wet tongue down his shaft onto his balls, he groaned and thrust his hips the tip of his cock blindly hunting for her mouth to fuck, Sarah took one of his balls into her mouth and gently sucked on it, David’s stomach muscles spasmed it was obviously hitting the spot for him.

I looked at the end of his cock a drip of pre-cum was starting to appear, I had an insane thought of how it would look for Elena to suck and lick it off, I stopped myself and then in the same instant thought of it again, I looked at Elena she was staring at me in a way I can’t explain, sort of questioning wondering what was going through my mind, if only she knew.

But then my eyes flicked back for an instant to David’s cock then back to Elena’s stare, she had seen this happen. Something changed in her face she must have realised what I was thinking, I had not noticed but she had moved to within six of seven inches of David’s cock, she turned to look at it then at Sarah, they both looked into each others eyes, Sarah smiled and Elena closed the final gap between her mouth and David’s cock, as she did so she opened her mouth stuck her tongue out and licked the drip of cum from the end of his cock, smiled as if she had found something wonderful opened her mouth wide and closed it over the end of David’s cock.

She began to vigorously suck on his shaft her lips stretched around it’s girth, pumping it in and out whilst sucking on it for all she was worth, Sarah kept on sucking on David’s balls whilst David put his hand on the back of Elena’s head force fucking into her waiting mouth.

I had never contemplated seeing Elena with another guys cock in her mouth, it had been a fantasy but here I was watching her suck a cock whilst licking cum into her mouth.

Sarah now moved up David’s shaft and the two of them took it in turn to suck on his cock, he was groaning and started calling out that soon he would be cumming, both the girls became more intent on their sucking renewing their efforts, I heard myself calling out for them to play cock roulette, wanting to see them both fight over David’s wad of sticky cum.

“That’s it that’s it here it comes!” cried David, both girls pulled back and let go of his cock letting him wank himself off whilst pointing his cock at their open mouths, he sat up so that he could see them both, then he grunted and pumped his first string of thick salty cum straight into my Elena’s mouth, he then pumped a second thick wad of white slippery cum into Sarah’s mouth, the rest he sprayed over both of their faces.

Both of them moaned and swallowed every thing in their mouths, then licked it off of each others faces, Elena let Sarah lick David’s cock clean, which she also gently milked into her mouth so as not to miss a drop.

Elena was shaking and quivering I realised the excitement of it all had made her cum without even being touched, I was set to explode, I undid my trousers dropping them to the floor, my cock stood out in front of me throbbing I had never been so hard or willing to fuck as I did now, watching my wife suck another man’s cock and then swallow his cum had made me ready to fuck the world.

I moved over in front of her put my hand behind her head and pulled her mouth onto my cock, I could still see drips of David’s cum on her lower lip and chin, this made me want to cum in her even more, David got up off of the bed and moved round next to me kneeling down in front of Elena he put his hands on the top of her trousers practically ripping them down to her ankles, she was not wearing any panties so you could see her dripping wet pussy straight away, David pushed her legs apart diving straight in with his tongue onto her drenched pussy, I watched his tongue probe and lick her clit, he inserted two of his fingers into her pussy, she started groaning around my cock rolling her eyes back into her head in ecstasy, she was getting everything she had always wanted, to have her mouth force fucked, her pussy eaten and finger fucked whilst being watched, all at the same time…….. Heaven.

I looked at Sarah who was staring intently at us all, she had a red glow to her cheeks and looked ready to explode I realised that whilst this was going on she was not getting what she need most of all, a damn good hard cunt fuck, I was the one to do it.

I said to Elena what Sarah need most was my cock rammed up into her dripping wet pussy. Elena pulled away from my cock agreed saying that in a minute she was going to fuck David, as she wanted a wad of his cum in her hungry cunt.

I turned to Sarah told her to get on all fours as I was going to fuck her pussy till she begged me to stop, she did exactly as I asked sticking her pert little butt up in the air, I placed the head of my wet saliva covered cock against the slippery opening of her pussy, pushing into her inch by inch, enjoying the hot tight wet feeling as her cunt took me into her. I fucked her good and hard revelling in the feeling of her pussy gripping onto my shaft, David had by this time on insistence from Elena mounted her and was rutting her really hard making her tits bounce, she was letting out a low continuous mewling sound, she did this when she was getting a good fucking from me so I knew David was getting it right.

We both gave each others partners a good hard fucking for the next fifteen to twenty minutes, I started at this point to feel a deep burning sensation in the base of cock spreading up along the shaft, I was going to cum with a vengeance, Sarah sensed this pulling away from me at the same time as turning and laying at a right angle to me on her back, her face and mouth turned towards my throbbing cock, she took it with her left hand deftly pulling on it with the tip pointing into her mouth, she sucked on the end hard and as I felt the cum being pumped along my cock, she pulled back with just the tip of my cock resting on her bottom lip.

Then I saw and felt the first stream of glistening hot sticky cum shoot from my cock into her mouth, she did not miss a drop I must have pumped the same amount into her open mouth in at least three hard pulses, she swallowed every bit even licking a drip off of her chin that had managed to escape, she then milked me dry and slumped back.

I went down and ate her till she came, whilst David groaned and pumped a large mass of cum into my wife’s pussy.

We lay together for a while then agreed that it was time to call an end to what turned out to be a brilliant night, we assured each other that we would be back for more, we have not gone back on this promise, in fact we are off to their place tonight… 

But more of that in the next instalment.

Loui 



Watchers in the Woods



"Well, what do you think Kathy? Brad asked in his sweet, persuasive voice, "Do you mind if they come along with us? I mean, if you really mind..." 

We were sitting in his parent's hot tub. Brad was looking into my eyes with his impish little grin. He had been my boyfriend in high school for the last half of our senior year until he had left for college. We had gone to the prom together and, generally speaking we had a good time together. We enjoyed each others company, all things considered Brad was fairly attentive, and the sex was good. Brad had left for school and I had stayed home; I had a job I was currently working that was keeping me local. I had visited him at school twice but the letters had become more infrequent and we had drifted apart.

When Brad had come home at the end of his first year, he had called me and we had started seeing each other again. That had been three weeks ago. We hadn't exactly picked up from where we had left off, instead we were only seeing each other two or three nights a week and there were no promises. Today I believe we would be described as "friends with benefits." As far as I was concerned the benefits were substantial; it was nice to be with someone who was considerate. That wasn't always the case in my experiences to that point.

Brad and I were planning a trip to St. James Village which was near where we lived. It was a quaint collection of stores that was surrounded by woods and an old quarry. A stream ran behind the stores and there were huge rocks in the stream that people would go and climb on. I was first there as a young child and people of all ages would come to spend time on the rocks or picnic. Others, like Brad and me, would climb on the rocks and then disappear into the woods to have some nice quiet outdoor sex. There were miles of trails through the woods and plenty of places to pull over, so to speak. Some of the spots appeared to be generational from the carvings in the tree bark. I loved St. James; it was bucolic and it was fun.

"Why do you want them to come with us? They'll ruin the atmosphere. I mean, it'll be fun when we're all climbing on the rocks, but what about later? Don't you want to play?"

"I told you Kathy, they want to watch us. You know they think you're hot, I've told you what they've said. Besides, we've all been skinny-dipping up at Carter Lake before." He smiled hugely and said, "What's the difference?"

I laughed, "There's no difference, they're just going to watch me fuck you. No difference at all."

"That's my girl!"

"I was being facetious, asshole! I exclaimed, "I see a big difference. You want them to see you tooling around with a hard-on?"

"I hadn't thought that through." he answered thoughtfully. "You know Kath, thinking about it, it gets me a little excited. I think I might really enjoy having them watch me fuck you."

"Watching you fuck me or watching us fuck?" I asked, "there is a huge difference to me."

"Okay, okay, you're right. Watching us fuck. I'm sorry. Poorly phrased."

He actually sounded apologetic, I knew he wasn't and I knew he meant exactly what he said; however, he did sound apologetic. 

The whole thing didn't really bother me per se, I had been naked with the three of them previously and no one had ever said anything. I never heard a word from anyone about it. So I felt pretty sure they could keep their mouths shut. The two guys we were talking about were Nick and Johnny. Both of them had been in school with us and though they were obviously Brad's friends, they had also become mine. I felt as if I could trust their discretion. I also liked the fact that Brad had come to me with this and that he hadn't just taken me up to the village and had Nick and Johnny pop out of the woods when we were intertwined. It showed me a little class; very little, but what the hell, it's better than none.

"Just exactly what are you, Nick and Johnny looking for from me, Brad?" I asked resignedly.

Brad's excitement level immediately shot up, I could see it in his face. 

"They just want to watch...us," he said excitedly, "maybe you can put on a little show for the three of us, but then they just want to watch. We're bringing some beer and pot, we'll have a good time."

I know we all had been skinny-dipping and I had no problem with that and actually had enjoyed it and had a lot of fun. This time however, I was having misgivings. The part about having sex with Brad in front of them not to mention the "put on a little show for the three of us" was problematic for me.

"Please Kathy, it'll be good. I promise."

"I'm sure it will be good for you and probably good for them. I'm concerned that it might end up to good for them and not very good for me at all."

"Come on Kathy, you know you can trust me, and you can trust Nick and Johnny. Hell, we've been friends for years. We've already been naked together and nothing ever happened, no one ever 'talked.' If you really don't want to then we won't. It's totally your decision. But I really wish you would. I think we would all have a lot of fun. Please consider it."

"Jesus, he's begging now," I said to myself.

"Okay Brad," I agreed reluctantly. "I'll think about it. You're right, it could be fun, for everyone. I did like being the only girl at the lake, but if I say yes, it's just Nick and Johnny, I don't want any surprises. Tell those two you got a definite maybe, but I need to talk to them first, and they are going to need to keep their dicks in their pants! This is not going to be a free-for-all!" 

"Yeah, they'll be good." He reached out, caressed my breast and gave me a long, deep kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth. I drew him in deep, with just the lightest hint of nibbling on his tongue. He moaned and whispered huskily, "I'm going to love showing you off. You're so damn hot."

"I said I would think about it."

"I know baby, I know."

I reached for his dick and found him ready to go. I threw my leg over his, facing him and guided his throbbing erection into my moist pussy. It was a little rough going in being in the hot tub and all but once he was home I ground down on him. I was holding onto the sides of the tub, steadying myself from the waist up while I ground down on his dick, getting as much of him inside of me as I could.

He bent his head down and went to work on my nipples. Sucking and gently biting, moving back and forth, from one to the other. I threw my head back and focused all of my attention on the sensation in my pussy; the sensation of his hardness deep inside me and the sensation of my clit rubbing and pressing against his flesh. 

I have sex fairly frequently; however, the times I enjoy it are rather infrequent. I was enjoying this. I was with the right guy, a guy I wanted to be with, at the right time and under the right circumstances. If Brad would only stay with me just a little bit longer I would cum.

"Let me ride you baby. Take your time, just let me ride you."

"Yeah Kath, yeah. Come on, fuck me. Come on. You can catch it." 

Brad sounded like he was doing everything he could to hold out for me.

"Yeah Brad, that's it. I'm almost there, Brad. Suck my tits Brad! That's it, baby, that's it. I'm almost there. Almost there..."

"Yes. Yes. I'm cumming. Now, Brad. Cum now!" I shouted into the night air.

"Ahhhhhh!" Brad exploded.

I could feel his hot cum gushing deep into my vagina at the same time I was contracting around his rock hard cock. Every time his dick would spasm my vagina would contract. There was a battle going on in my vagina and it felt fantastic. 

I hugged him and we shared a huge anti-climatic kiss. We were wrapped up in each other enjoying the moment. I was squeezing my vagina as tight as I could and I could tell he was appreciative. As his dick slowly lost its engorgement I was trying to squeeze out all of the cum that may be left in there. Those Kegel exercises were paying off.

"God Kathy, that felt so good, that feels so good. Just keep squeezing. Damn, you are so tight."

"You made me feel great Brad. I'm all tingly from the inside out. Thank you. Thank you for holding out and waiting for me."

"When I can Kath, you know I hold out when I can."

I lifted off of him and sat back down. I wasn't sure I could stand up, sometimes when I cum really good my legs get jelly-like and it takes a few minutes to get them under me. This was one of those times.

I had my legs sticking out in front of me and my nipples were just breaking the surface of the water. Brad was idly playing with my nipples. Making first one and then the other as erect as he could; he was making me laugh. 

"You having fun? I asked.

"I am. I always have fun with you," he replied.

I smiled. I enjoy being with Brad. I hope this little adventure he has planned with Nick and Johnny doesn't ruin what we have. I knew I was going to do what he wanted. I had to. I wanted to make him happy.

Brad had called me two nights later and we had set a date for the following Sunday. So here I was, a beautiful Sunday afternoon at 1:00 in the parking lot of my apartment complex waiting for my ride. He had told me he would be picking up Nick and Johnny first and I was expecting them any time. I was wearing my cut-offs and my Woodstock tee shirt. You know the one, the bird is sitting on the guitar neck and the hand is fingering the strings - '3 Days of Peace and Music' -- yeah, that one. Plus I had my climbing sneakers; you had to have a pair of climbing sneakers if you were going to St. James. I also brought a towel in case we decided to go swimming. Based on the day's arrangements I had discussed with Brad I figured a bathing suit would be extraneous.

Just then Brad pulled up with the boys; Nick jumped out of the front helped me in and then jumped into the back next to Johnny. 

"Hi guys," I said as leaned over and gave Brad a quick kiss. "Everybody ready for the day?" I threw the question out to the car.

"Oh yeah babe," responded Brad, "that's all these two have been talking about since I picked them up."

I turned and looked at them with a bit of a scolding look on my face, "Is that so?" 

They looked a little sheepish and then I grinned.

Nick said, "We really appreciate this Kathy! Today is going to be fantastic."

"Goes for me too," Johnny chimed in, "and we brought beer, some eats and a bit of weed."

"Excellent," I said. "Basic nutrition for growing bodies; looks like we're ready for the rocks!" 

Everybody laughed and fell into a discussion of what stores we wanted to hit in the village before we headed for the rocks and what was everyone's favorite spot once we were on the trails.

The village was fairly crowded, it usually is on a summer Sunday but even more so on a spectacular day such as we were having. I felt like I had a cordon of agents around me. Whether it was the arcade, or on the sidewalk, the ice cream parlor, the confectionary shop, anywhere I moved, I had three guys around me. Brad had my hand most of the time and the other two moved with us, usually one in front and one behind. I felt protected, they were probably just marking their territory, but it was kind of cute just the same and I did feel protected. You can't always say that when you are less than large and in crowds of people.

We tired of the stores and made our way back up to the parking lot and the walking bridge that led over the stream to the woods side and the other hundreds of acres or whatever it is. I just know it seems like you can walk for miles in those woods. We immediately worked our way to the middle of the stream going from rock to rock. 

The stream runs pretty fast at this point and there is a lot of fall. It hadn't rained for awhile but after a good rain it was actually dangerous out on the rocks; people had drowned here before. You have to me very careful of wet rocks and especially moss. Plant a foot wrong and it is easy to slip. Slip and fall and it is very easy to hit your head. The guys were like mountain goats on the rocks and were scampering all over. They were also kind; there was always a hand available to assist me up, down and over the rocks.

We worked our way down about a quarter of a mile to a spot where the water pools. There were several people swimming and we hung out there for awhile.

Eventually Brad said, "You guys ready to head back up to the car, get our stuff, and go find a nice spot in the woods?"

We all said we were ready to move on and we left the pool and walked back up to the bridge along a path that ran alongside the stream. Brad and Johnny stayed on the bridge and Nick and I walked over to the car where Nick grabbed the cooler and I got my towel.

Nick looked at me and said, "Are you really good with this Kathy?"

"Yeah Nick, I'm good. I'm good as long as you and Johnny can just watch and not try to partake. Can you just watch, Nick?"

Nick smiled, "Yeah, I can just watch, it'll be hard though."

I turned and started walking back, "Yeah, that's what concerns me; when it's hard."

We walked back to the bridge and the four of us set off into the woods. It was a beautiful day, quite warm actually but it was cool in the shade of the overhead canopy. There were several hikers on the trails but it wasn't long until encounters with them became further and further apart. 

There were still huge rocks, outcrops all over. I'm not sure how they got there but it almost looks as if they were pushed to this spot by a glacier and that St. James is actually a terminal moraine. Their presence, scattered about on the surface as they were, must have had something to do with the old quarry. Some looked as if they were immense pieces of slate or flagstones. A few of them were titled at angles; some angles less steep than others, and you could climb their smooth surfaces to the top of them. The other side would be a sheer drop of anywhere from ten to thirty feet. That's what I was looking for, a big slab of slate tilted at a nice angle. Brad and I had been here before, you could have some fun on one of those.

The places I had been before were behind us now. We had to keep going deeper into the woods due to the number of people out here today. Eventually we walked fifteen or so minutes without hearing any evidence of anyone else tramping around. We started seriously looking for that perfect spot.

Johnny scampered up one of the rock walls that were so common in the area and came upon an upper trail. He called down that he had found something promising and we decided to go up the wall to join him. Nick climbed up with the cooler, followed by me and then Brad.

Once we reached the top and turned around you could see the whole stream valley. We were too far to actually see the buildings in the village, but what we could see was beautiful. Every once in awhile we could see hikers on the trails far below and after watching for several minutes it didn't seem anyone was near us or heading in our direction.

St. James is the type of place that just as soon as you have the thought that maybe you're somewhere no one has ever been before you come across a tree that has names, dates and 'Billy loves Mary' carved into it. That's exactly how I felt as we followed the path away from the edge and suddenly it opened up into a small glen. 

It was beautiful; a small, circular grassy spot right at the end of the trail. There were signs others had been there, not trash or anything like that, but there were carvings in some of the trees and several large rocks around the edge that had names painted on them. It was idyllic.

"Wow, said Brad, "this is perfect. It's beautiful in here!"

"It sure is," I agreed.

We quickly popped some beers and began making the sort of small talk you make when everyone is nervous about what may happen next. I motioned for Brad to go sit on the ground in front of a large slab of slate that was tilting up at about a forty-five degree angle. When he got comfortable I sat down between his legs. Nick brought the cooler over and sat down on our left and Johnny sat to our right.

"You two going to sit right on top of us," laughed Brad.

"We want to be able to see," said Johnny.

I laughed and said, "Just what are you expecting?"

Nick came back with, "I'm not sure what going to happen, but I know I want a real good view of whatever it is!"

Brad started kissing me on my right ear, lightly running his tongue under the outside of my ear and nibbling on my lobe. He knows I love this and find it a huge turn-on and I started to giggle.

"She really likes that, doesn't she Brad?" Johnny's voice sounded strained to me already.

"If he's like this now he's going to go nuts later," I thought to myself.

"I do like it Johnny, don't you?" I turned and was looking at Johnny.

He blushed and said, "I guess I would."

"You guess you would?" I turned to Nick, "What about you Nick, do you like your ear licked and nibbled?"

"Of course," he replied hesitantly.

"Nick, have you ever had your ear licked and nibbled? By a girl I mean," I added smiling.

"Not exactly."

"Brad...why am I here? Are these two virgins? Is this an educational field trip? Should I have put labels on my parts?"

"No baby, they just wanted to watch. I wanted to brag about you, show you off. It'll be a huge turn-on."

"That's not the question. Have the two of you ever been with a girl fully naked and had sex?"

Both of them shook their heads.

"Jesus!" I got up, put my empty in the trash bag and got another beer and walked over to the other side of the glade. I was thinking about what I was going to do, whether or not I would be going through with this, I could feel three pairs of eyes on me.

I sighed and went back over and sat down between Brad's legs. "Okay, I'm game. Let's have a good time. We have some pot?"

We got a joint fired up and passed it around. I started feeling pretty good and I was grinding my ass down on Brad's crotch. He reciprocated by slipping his left hand up under my shirt and start squeezing my breast and alternately rolling my nipple between his fingers. It felt so good. I stretched both of my arms over my head and grasped Brad by the back of his neck. He put his beer down and slipped his other hand under my shirt.

"Ohhh! That feels so good Brad. Pinch my nipples just a little harder...yeah, just like that. Ummm, that feels good."

I was squirming just a bit under his touch. My shirt had ridden up with his hands and my whole stomach was exposed to the base of my breasts but with his hands there I doubt Nick or Johnny could see anything.

I stood up and slipped my shorts off and put them over by the cooler; I was wearing a pair of lavender panties. I said, "Nick, why don't you fire another one up?"

Nick quickly got the next one going and I sat back down on Brad, this time facing him. We started kissing and stopped only to partake and then pass the joint. I worked Brad's shirt up and over his head pulling it off and tossing it over with my shorts. I slid down on him a bit and began sucking and nibbling on his nipples. I could feel Nick and Johnny watching; I could hear them breathing. I started to get really turned on.

"Brad was right, this might be a lot of fun," I thought to myself.

I sat back up on Brad, whisked my shirt up over my head and off, throwing it into the now growing pile of clothes. I pulled his head forward and onto my breast. He started sucking and nibbling on me.

"Easy on the teeth, baby, go easy," I whispered to him. 

Nick and Johnny had moved into to get a good view. I whispered to Brad, "Okay if I show the boys?" 

Brad just smiled back at me, a very big smile. I sat back, stretched my arms up over my head and arched my back. My right nipple, the one he had been working on was quite hard; my left started to catch up with it as excitement coursed through my body and the boys stared at my breasts.




Watchers in the Woods



I brought my hands down and clasped them behind my neck. I first twisted toward Nick and then Johnny. They were looking very appreciative. They were concentrating, they hadn't said a word.

I put my hands on my breasts and started playing with them. Squeezing them. Pinching the nipples. Hefting them. I'm not big enough that I can suck my own nipples but they appeared to be greatly enjoying the titty show.

"So what do you think boys? Look as good as they did last summer up at the lake?"

"Hell Kathy you were in the water most of the time, we barely saw you and never this close. Their beautiful." Nick's voice was husky and I could hear that he was getting excited.

"Can I suck one Kathy?" 

I wasn't sure. I really didn't mind, but I wasn't sure how far Brad wanted this to go so I responded with, "That's up to Brad, ask him Johnny."

"Brad, please..."

Brad laughed, "Okay, but keep yourselves under control."

Nick asked, "You're okay with this Kathy?"

I appreciated his asking and not jumping right on. "Yeah, I'm good, but when your done with the boobies I want to fire up another joint."

"You got it Kath."

They came at me one from each side, each with an arm behind me to support me and the other on my boob. Then they lowered their heads and went to sucking and licking, rather noisily actually. I put one arm around each of them and held on.

It felt much better than I expected. I had my head back with my eyes closed and I was simply enjoying it, and it was a lot to enjoy. I was super stimulated and the honey started to run in my panties. I couldn't believe how wet I was getting just from two guys sucking my breasts.

Brad realized what was happening in my panties and he started rubbing me. It felt so good. I began moaning. All I could hear was Nick and Johnny slurping and my moaning. I felt Brad slip a finger inside my panties and suddenly he was sliding that finger in and out of me.

I started moaning and writhing on top of Brad. I felt so good; this felt so good. I felt as if the whole world was centered on my nipples and what Brad was doing with his finger in my pussy. I never wanted it to stop, but I knew I had to stop it, at least for now.

I pushed my way up and took a step back, "Whoa fellows, it's getting away from us here. Not so fast."

"What's the matter Kath?" asked Brad, "it doesn't feel good?"

"No, it feels good. Too damn good. Give me a minute. We gotta joint?"

I was a little disheveled, my tits were wet from saliva and my cotton panties were soaked. I could feel they were stuck in my gash but I decided it was too late to be modest now. I was unable to see, but I felt as if I was prominently displaying one very well defined camel toe. 

"Let them look," I thought to myself, "Nick and Johnny had probably never seen a camel toe before either."

I was quickly handed a lighted joint, I took a hit and passed it on. I was still standing and I could see everyone looking at me. Standing there in just my underwear, suspecting what they could see of my pussy, wasn't cooling me off, in fact I started getting tingly again. I do like being looked at. I might just have a little bit of exhibitionism in my makeup. I wonder what it's called if you're and exhibitionism that likes to participate. Whatever, that's me.

The joint came to me two more times, each time I took a hit and passed it on. I was ready to take this wherever it was going to go. 

I pulled my panties down and stepped out of them; now all I had on was my sneakers. I started toward Brad and glanced at Nick and Johnny. Both of them were staring at my hairless pussy, I paused to allow them a good look, and continued over to Brad. 

I reached for his belt buckle and right before our lips came together I said, "Why don't you two get a good viewing location."

I went at Brad's lips hungrily as I undid his belt and unbuttoned his 501s. I looked down as his pants came open and his cock burst out from its confinement, erect and ready to go. I trailed down his chest and stomach with my tongue and moved into his pubic hair. I was taking him all in. I love the muskiness of a hard cock. I slid my tongue down his shaft to the tip and then brought him deeply into my mouth. I had his balls in my hand and they were extremely tight. I began tugging on his sac trying to loosen things up so I could heft each testicle separately. Roll them a bit between my thumb and forefinger. I love that, I love to feel balls.

I was sucking his dick, running my tongue around the rim of his head and then sliding him back into my mouth, sliding him in a deep as he would go.

I started working his pants the rest of the way down and I helped him step out of them. I threw them over onto Johnny but he was so engrossed in watching what I was doing to Brad I'm not sure he noticed. He sure didn't react.

I stood back up and whispered, "Come with me Brad, let's go over to the rock."

I led him over by his cock, grabbing my towel along the way. Nick and Johnny were staring with their mouths slightly agape. They hadn't even blinked.

I laid my towel down on the rock, climbed up, turned around and sat down. I had my feet spread wide on a line with my butt and my sneakers would hold me firmly on the rock and keep me from sliding. I laid back. I was probably on about a forty-five degree angle. Brad would be able to fuck me by simply leaning forward.

Brad stood between my legs with one foot on the slab and slipped his cock into me. It was as if my pussy had been electrified. He was able to get his shaft in me from this position and he started pumping like a damn piston.

It felt great but I cried out, "Brad, take your time, wait for me. There's no hurry!"

He grunted back to me and slowed the pace just a little. I was using all of the muscle control I could muster to grip his cock inside of me. It felt so good and that was heightened knowing Nick and Johnny were watching.

I opened my eyes to find them. They were watching all right. They were sitting on either side of us. What I had thought was Brad's hand on my thigh was actually Johnny's. I was about to ask him to take his hand off me when I decided that it felt too good to remove.

Johnny must have seen me look, because as soon as I closed my eyes again I felt his hand on my tit. Shortly after that I Nick started playing with my other tit. I started to squirm and moan. I was getting fucked very well and my tits felt great. 

I was really getting turned on, and so was Brad. He started grinding on me and I could feel myself, all my nerve endings, begin to tingle. Between what the guys were physically doing to me, the heightened pleasure of others being there and a beautiful day combined with good weed I felt an explosion beginning to build.

Brad looked like he was struggling to hang on. I know he didn't want to cum until he had made me explode.

"Just a little more Brad," I cried out, "just stay with me a little more!"

Suddenly I felt my pussy gush and my vagina clamped down around Brad's cock. I felt wave after wave of pure pleasure emanating from my pussy.

I screamed, "Now Brad, cum now!" as I exploded.

Brad shook, slammed into me and locked on as he moaned loudly. I could feel his cock spurting inside me; three long continuous spurts, followed by two smaller ones. I gripped his cock as tightly as I could with my pussy and tried to squeeze everything out of it. Nick and Johnny both clamped down on my tits squeezing them hard, but not hard enough to hurt me. 

God I felt good. I did not want to pull apart. Finally the boys let go of my tits and Brad slowly pulled out of me. I just laid back on the rock looking at the sky. Every once in awhile a spasm would rack my body as I slowly backed down from the heights. Because of the angle I was tilted the cum was slowly running out of me. At first it felt good but after awhile it started to bother me, especially my ass. I couldn't hear anyone and I started to wonder where the boys had gotten.

I lifted my head up and there they were, by the cooler drinking a beer. I suddenly realized my feet were still on the rock and I was laying there with my legs spread and they were watching Brad's cum run out of me. I was wondering if I should be embarrassed or not when Johnny got up and walked over with a beer for me.

"Thanks Johnny."

"No, thank you Kathy," he answered.

That beer tasted good. I put my feet down and stood up. I put the beer down and picked up my towel. I looked at the boys and decided what to hell and gave up all pretense of modesty. I stuck my right foot up on the rock and began cleaning myself up. I was ready for either Johnny or Nick to say something along the lines of, "Boy, I never thought about a girl needing to clean herself up." The thought made me laugh.

I picked up my shirt to put it on and I caught a sad puppy dog look from Nick.

"Okay," I said as I threw the shirt back on the pile, "you can keep looking for one more beer, but then we need to get moving."

We drank our beers and they all profusely thanked me. I moved the conversation to what a good time we had and maybe, all things being equal, maybe we could do it again sometime. Brad said that Johnny and Nick might want to participate a little more next time. They both nodded in agreement when he brought that little item up.

I didn't shut the door on them. I just simply said that if there is a next time we'll cross that bridge when we get to it.

We finished out beers, Brad and I got dressed and we headed back down toward the village. 

We were all tired. We all had a good day. Two of us were well satiated; two of us were probably going to rush home to masturbate. All I knew was that I had made Brad happy and every time I took a step my pussy tingled.



Watchers Join In



Both of us had been to David and Sarah’s on a couple of occasions they had in return visited us for meals.

It all came about because I had known David through work for a couple of years at work we both worked as accountants but in different departments, on occasions where we got together during work socials we had struck a friendship. He seemed to be very stayed and assured about what he was doing and where he intended to be in life, where as I am happy with my lot, not looking further ahead than a few years at a time.

At a couple of the works socials my partner Elena had attended with me as had David’s wife Sarah, both the girls had met immediately getting along. 

From there we had started to go out socially as well as having each other round to our respective houses as guests.

On the last occasion we had gone to their place and had had a great evening very relaxed talking about anything and everything, that’s how it started……….

I don’t know how the subject had arisen but as usual with conversation mixed with alcohol, the subject turned to sex, jokingly at first but then getting into the “what do you like “ arena.

The usual positions were discussed but surprising me Elena touched upon the subject of voyeurism, something, which I knew, excited her in private, but I would never have thought she would have mentioned it in company.

She went on to say that the thought of others watching whilst we had sex was a thrilling idea, I was not too sure how both David and Sarah would react but surprisingly both agreed that there was a thrill factor about doing it.

The chat continued on the same vein for some time and the wine flowed, Elena who was sat next to me had quietly taken hold of my hand during the talk of sex to an audience, I took the opportunity to catch her eye just to see how she was reacting to the subject, I was lucky she caught my eye too, knowing her so well I could se in her expression that she was getting turned on, the prospect of a good night to come was on the cards when we got home, I could not help wishing we were there now where I could be slowly undressing her delicious body.

I noticed that body language between David and Sarah had changed, they were both pushing against each other, I thought it won’t be long before we get the hint to leave as I was sure they needed each other as much as myself and Elena.

That’s when it started…… Sarah looked me in the eyes and said that it was time to go up stairs, I agreed and said we would be off as we had an early start, we didn’t but I just wanted to get home and fuck Elena. “No I think we should all go up stairs I want to see if the idea is as good doing it as it seems talking about it” said Sarah, I thought David would react by telling Sarah not to be so silly but he just looked at me then at Elena and said it was worth a try.

I was about to disagree but Elena stopped me looking straight in my eyes, saying it would only be looking we weren’t going to touch.

David and Sarah led the way upstairs Elena gently leading me with her hand I mine, inside I could help but wonder what we were doing, at the same time I had always wondered what Sarah would be like in bed, she was attractive athletic and only in her early thirties, David like her was athletic too as both regularly went to the gym.

We got into their room without even waiting for any polite conversation both David and Sarah sat on the bed next to each other and started kissing gently at first but the n as the passion built they started exploring each others mouths with their tongues, probing, licking and biting, David started to slide his hand along Sarah’s thigh his fingers disappearing under her short skirt, Sarah gasped I knew he must have pushed his fingers in her knickers and must as I looked on be playing with her clit with the tips of his fingers. She was gasping and writhing with each move of his wrist, she let her head roll back and David started telling her that we were watching while he finger fucked her, she gasped groaned and bucked her hips harder, in a husky sex filled voice groaned that she wanted his hard stiff cock to fuck her till she couldn’t take anymore.

He said that he was going to spread her legs wide so that we could see her beautiful quim slick with sticky wet pussy juice, that he was going to shove his hard cock into her and pump her full of his hot cum.

Sarah practically screamed out that she wanted to suck his cock first while we watched, she gasped that she need to taste his cum before he fucked her.

With that she pushed him back on the bed unzipping his trousers and pulling his cock out all in the same movement, I couldn’t help feeling she had done this many times before, she pulled his hard stiff shaft out of his trousers and looked at it for a few moments whilst gasping loudly, it must have been a full eight inches in length and thick, she pulled his foreskin back, opened her mouth and took in the hard bulbous purple end of his cock in her mouth.

David let out a gasp of pleasure as she moved her head up and down on his cock, each time so hard you could see her cheeks being pulled in, he would move his hips upwards towards her face each time so he was slowly fucking her wet willing mouth, Sarah grasped the base of his shaft with her right hand whilst she eased her panties down over her thighs, she got them below the knee and pulled them of completely, exposing her perfectly shaven pussy, she then pushed her first two fingers into the cleft of her lips and with gentle circular movements with her fingers on her clit brought herself off.

I was so hard I could feel my own cock practically bursting out of my trousers, I was looking at Sarah’s mouth imagining it sucking on the end of my cock, thinking of watching her wank my shaft till I came into her mouth, Elena was watching totally engrossed by Sarah sucking on David’s stiff cock, her breathing was ragged, whilst she seemed to gently grind her upper thighs together, I realised she was about as ready for a good hard fucking as I was, I looked at her breasts the nipples were filly erect pushing against the light material of her blouse top, god! how I loved her tits!.

Sarah now dropped off of the bed onto her knees in front of David, she pushed his legs apart and moved in between them so that she could suck his cock in this position, her short skirt had ridden up helping me get a good view of wet pussy, which was pulled open by her being down on haunches, her tight little asshole was gently pulsating, Oh how I wanted to taste and fuck her, a wild thought came into my mind that I should just undo my trousers pulled out my cock and ram it into her there and then, would Elena stop me? Would David stop me? I was just at the point of contemplating actually doing this when Elena moved away from me towards the bed, she sat down where Sarah had been and leaned on her right elbow so that I assumed she could get a better look at what Sarah was doing to David.

Elena spoke, telling Sarah that she looked so good with hard cock in her mouth and that it must taste so good, Sarah groaned and pulled off David’s cock, looked at Elena telling her that it was the best tasting cock she had ever been mouth fucked by. She went on to say that she should know as she had had her mouth fucked with more than her fair share of cocks.

Elena replied telling her that she loved to have her mouth force fucked by a hard stiff cock, this was one of our favourite things, I would kneel over her whilst I forced my cock in her mouth, at the same time licking and nibbling her tits, as well as frigging her sopping wet pussy with my hand.

The last time we had done it Elena had said she wanted me to watch her have this done to her, that she was going to let the man cum in her mouth and make her swallow it all, then he would go down on her pussy and eat her till she came screaming for him to plunge his cock into pussy and fuck her till he pumped his cum into her hungry pussy, I would then have to fuck her cum filled pussy.

Elena put her hand out and gently stroked the side of Sarah’s face brushing her hair back, I moved around so that I could have a complete view of Sarah sucking David’s cock.

Sarah stopped sucking on the end of David’s cock starting run her pink wet tongue down his shaft onto his balls, he groaned and thrust his hips the tip of his cock blindly hunting for her mouth to fuck, Sarah took one of his balls into her mouth and gently sucked on it, David’s stomach muscles spasmed it was obviously hitting the spot for him.

I looked at the end of his cock a drip of pre-cum was starting to appear, I had an insane thought of how it would look for Elena to suck and lick it off, I stopped myself and then in the same instant thought of it again, I looked at Elena she was staring at me in a way I can’t explain, sort of questioning wondering what was going through my mind, if only she knew.

But then my eyes flicked back for an instant to David’s cock then back to Elena’s stare, she had seen this happen. Something changed in her face she must have realised what I was thinking, I had not noticed but she had moved to within six of seven inches of David’s cock, she turned to look at it then at Sarah, they both looked into each others eyes, Sarah smiled and Elena closed the final gap between her mouth and David’s cock, as she did so she opened her mouth stuck her tongue out and licked the drip of cum from the end of his cock, smiled as if she had found something wonderful opened her mouth wide and closed it over the end of David’s cock.

She began to vigorously suck on his shaft her lips stretched around it’s girth, pumping it in and out whilst sucking on it for all she was worth, Sarah kept on sucking on David’s balls whilst David put his hand on the back of Elena’s head force fucking into her waiting mouth.

I had never contemplated seeing Elena with another guys cock in her mouth, it had been a fantasy but here I was watching her suck a cock whilst licking cum into her mouth.

Sarah now moved up David’s shaft and the two of them took it in turn to suck on his cock, he was groaning and started calling out that soon he would be cumming, both the girls became more intent on their sucking renewing their efforts, I heard myself calling out for them to play cock roulette, wanting to see them both fight over David’s wad of sticky cum.

“That’s it that’s it here it comes!” cried David, both girls pulled back and let go of his cock letting him wank himself off whilst pointing his cock at their open mouths, he sat up so that he could see them both, then he grunted and pumped his first string of thick salty cum straight into my Elena’s mouth, he then pumped a second thick wad of white slippery cum into Sarah’s mouth, the rest he sprayed over both of their faces.

Both of them moaned and swallowed every thing in their mouths, then licked it off of each others faces, Elena let Sarah lick David’s cock clean, which she also gently milked into her mouth so as not to miss a drop.

Elena was shaking and quivering I realised the excitement of it all had made her cum without even being touched, I was set to explode, I undid my trousers dropping them to the floor, my cock stood out in front of me throbbing I had never been so hard or willing to fuck as I did now, watching my wife suck another man’s cock and then swallow his cum had made me ready to fuck the world.

I moved over in front of her put my hand behind her head and pulled her mouth onto my cock, I could still see drips of David’s cum on her lower lip and chin, this made me want to cum in her even more, David got up off of the bed and moved round next to me kneeling down in front of Elena he put his hands on the top of her trousers practically ripping them down to her ankles, she was not wearing any panties so you could see her dripping wet pussy straight away, David pushed her legs apart diving straight in with his tongue onto her drenched pussy, I watched his tongue probe and lick her clit, he inserted two of his fingers into her pussy, she started groaning around my cock rolling her eyes back into her head in ecstasy, she was getting everything she had always wanted, to have her mouth force fucked, her pussy eaten and finger fucked whilst being watched, all at the same time…….. Heaven.

I looked at Sarah who was staring intently at us all, she had a red glow to her cheeks and looked ready to explode I realised that whilst this was going on she was not getting what she need most of all, a damn good hard cunt fuck, I was the one to do it.

I said to Elena what Sarah need most was my cock rammed up into her dripping wet pussy. Elena pulled away from my cock agreed saying that in a minute she was going to fuck David, as she wanted a wad of his cum in her hungry cunt.

I turned to Sarah told her to get on all fours as I was going to fuck her pussy till she begged me to stop, she did exactly as I asked sticking her pert little butt up in the air, I placed the head of my wet saliva covered cock against the slippery opening of her pussy, pushing into her inch by inch, enjoying the hot tight wet feeling as her cunt took me into her. I fucked her good and hard revelling in the feeling of her pussy gripping onto my shaft, David had by this time on insistence from Elena mounted her and was rutting her really hard making her tits bounce, she was letting out a low continuous mewling sound, she did this when she was getting a good fucking from me so I knew David was getting it right.

We both gave each others partners a good hard fucking for the next fifteen to twenty minutes, I started at this point to feel a deep burning sensation in the base of cock spreading up along the shaft, I was going to cum with a vengeance, Sarah sensed this pulling away from me at the same time as turning and laying at a right angle to me on her back, her face and mouth turned towards my throbbing cock, she took it with her left hand deftly pulling on it with the tip pointing into her mouth, she sucked on the end hard and as I felt the cum being pumped along my cock, she pulled back with just the tip of my cock resting on her bottom lip.

Then I saw and felt the first stream of glistening hot sticky cum shoot from my cock into her mouth, she did not miss a drop I must have pumped the same amount into her open mouth in at least three hard pulses, she swallowed every bit even licking a drip off of her chin that had managed to escape, she then milked me dry and slumped back.

I went down and ate her till she came, whilst David groaned and pumped a large mass of cum into my wife’s pussy.

We lay together for a while then agreed that it was time to call an end to what turned out to be a brilliant night, we assured each other that we would be back for more, we have not gone back on this promise, in fact we are off to their place tonight… 

But more of that in the next instalment.

Loui