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Watching You

By: pawonderer



“I bet you don’t know I am watching, do you?”

Maybe you feel a little itch between your shoulder blades, but you don’t know what it is from. I slowly undo the buttons on the front of my pants as I watch you sit on the edge of the bed to get ready for sleep. As you stretch your neck, and then stand to undress, my breath catches in my throat at how amazing you look in the soft light of your bedroom lamp. My gaze is drawn to your red hair as a moth to a flame. I look at your full lips and can almost feel them trace down the length of my cock…imagining that its you instead of my hand stroking me. 

You turn then and take of your shirt, as if you are giving me a show. I lower my eyes to your perfect breasts. Milky white and firm, with angry red nipples rising from the centers. They are just begging for my tongue. They are rising and falling with your breath…My hand keeping pace with your breathing, as it goes up and down the length of my hardness.

You need to get out of those pants now. It’s ok there is no one to see you. No one but me that is. But you don’t know that. I feel myself getting harder and can feel my balls start to tighten up. But I still have to wait. I watch you slide your tight denim down your legs until you are standing before me in nothing but a pair of silky white panties, the ones with the little bow in the front that drive me crazy. My breath catches as your hook the waistband to bring them down next. 

You are smooth, lips glistening and red. It’s almost like you are expecting me. You start to stretch and the lie back on the bed, nude. You bring your hands up over your stomach…fingers tracing lightly across your skin. Your eyes close as you reach your breasts. Fingers caressing them and then beginning to tease the nipples, pinching softly. Then your hands start to make their way back down your body…until they are at your beautiful pussy. You run you fingers up and down, teasing your self before allowing them to slide in…but only a little. Then you start to pick up the pace a little while one hand goes up to tease your clit. 

I am stroking my cock faster as I watch you start to breathe heavier. I can feel the precum leaking from the tip and bring my hand up to my mouth to taste it. As if we were one you are bringing your fingers up so you can taste your nectar. God you are incredible. 

I continue to stroke my cock and reach down with my other hand to squeeze my balls lightly…eyes closed imagining it was you. Your mouth. Your tongue. I slide my fist over it tightly imagining it was your velvet lips I was sliding into and then feeling them pull at me wetly as I slide back out.

You are now sliding your fingers in and out faster as though you are rushing to orgasm. As I feel myself starting to pass the point of no return I almost imagine I hear you telling me to come in through the window…Then after I am done…trying to get my still hard cock in my pants I hear very clearly…

“ I know you are there…I don’t care who you are, but I want you.”

Startled I open the screen and do as I am told. 

“ I want you to lick my pussy.”

I start to undress and then lay on the bed when you tell me you want to suck my cock while I do it. I turn so that we are end to end. Tentatively at first, I taste you. Licking first up, then down your hot slit. I can’t get my tongue in to you far enough it seems, as you pull my head closer to you. I feel your teeth light scraping my cock, as you slide your mouth over me. You begin to suck harder and faster, making me feel as though I am going to pass out from the divine pressure. Suddenly I feel your legs start to shake as I begin to suck on your clit…Then your are there. I am there. We hold each other in our mouths as we experience the most incredible orgasms. Then you pull me up to kiss my mouth and taste your wetness on my lips…and the last thing I hear before I fall asleep is

“I have the best husband in the world”

The End

Watching You



This is my first submission to literotica, I wrote it for someone in particular, then it was suggested that I should post it for everyone to read.

Comments are especially welcome!

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I looked over at the clock, just gone half past 10 in the evening, I couldn't believe it - I'd only planned to sleep for a couple of hours, but I'd been out for almost 14. I couldn't believe how rude I was being, sleeping so much on my first day to visit.

Putting some trousers and a shirt on, I then made my way out of the guest bedroom and down the hallway toward the lounge - I could see the flicker of the television but couldn't hear it, so thought perhaps you were sleeping. 

Opening the door slightly, and looking inside, I saw you lying on the couch and took a sharp intake of breath. Quietly I retreated back into the dark corridor and pulled the door back to how it was, just open a crack. 

Looking through the crack in the door again, I watched you lying there, with one foot draped over the seat, the other leg bent a little, and your hand running over your breasts. I could almost reach out and touch your foot, you were so close. 

On the TV a man was stroking his penis through his trousers, watching a brunette pole dancing on the stage in front of him, and I realized why the volume was so low. 

Turning my attention back to the couch, I watched as you pinched your nipple through your t-shirt and then ran your hands over your breasts, gently massaging them. 

Your hand moved down to the bottom of your t-shirt, then back up to your breasts, pulling the t-shirt up with it. Leaning forward, you removed your t-shirt completely, and I gasped at the sight that emerged. Two beautiful globes were freed from their confines, bouncing slightly as you lay back on the couch and put the t-shirt next to you. 

Moving your hands back up to your breasts, I watched as you ran one finger around each nipple, then pinched them and gently pulled them out a little. 

Glancing over to the television, I saw the brunette also had taken her top off and was laying on the floor in front of the pole, rubbing her breasts just like you were. The brunette licked her fingers and then ran them around her nipple again, as I watched you do the same. I began to stroke myself through my trousers, and couldn't believe my eyes as you lifted your breast to your mouth and circled your nipple with your tongue.

I rubbed my penis a little harder as I watched you suck the nipple into your mouth, then let your breast pull away, stretching your nipple before it popped out. I could see it was hard now, it must have been sticking out over half an inch from your breast. Then you did the same with the breast, lifting it up to your mouth and sucking your nipple to make it harder. 

The brunette was now kneeling in front of the man, stroking him through his trousers, then un-doing the buckle on his belt and gently opening his trousers before reaching inside and continuing to rub him through his boxer shorts. 

I watched as you pinched your nipples again, and rolled them up and down between your fingers, then massaged your breasts with your hands, all the time with your focus on the television. slowly you moved one hand toward the bottom of your breast, sliding it down your stomach and over your shorts, running your hand slowly down between your legs. 

Looking over at the TV again, the brunette was sucking on the mans balls, then running her tongue up and down his shaft, and around the tip of his cock. She looked up at him and licked around the head of his cock again before taking the tip into her mouth. 

Turning back to the couch, I noticed that your hand had disappeared under your shorts, but I could see them moving up and down as you rubbed yourself gently. 

You were still rubbing one of your breasts, but you then moved the hand from your shorts back up to your other nipple, and pinched them both, running them between your fingers and pulling them out and then gently letting them relax. 

I watched as your other hand moved south and slid its way under your shorts to rub yourself again. The brunette was now bobbing her head on the TV, sliding the mans cock in and out of her mouth, and fondling his balls as she did so.

I looked back at you just in time to watch you as you lifted your hips and slid your shorts down your legs and onto the floor with your t-shirt. 

Moving your hand back down between your legs, I could then watch your fingers moving over your exposed lips, sliding down your lips then pulling them upwards again. 

I quietly un-zipped my trousers and pulled my cock out so I could stroke more freely as I watched you play with yourself, oblivious to the voyeur just feet away from you. 

The man on the TV was now sucking on the brunettes nipples, with her laying on the stage, her legs dangling down the side. He moved down her body, kissing her as he went, until his mouth was just inches from her pussy. Spreading her legs, he licked up and down her G-string, pulling it to one side with his fingers, then running his tongue up and down her lips again. 

As he ran his tongue over the brunettes clit, I looked back at the couch to see you rubbing your own clit in circles while you continued to pinch your nipple with your other hand. 

I watched entranced as you circled over your clit, then ran your hand down over your lips, pressing quite hard against them, before running back up to your clit and rubbing in circles again. 

You ran your fingers back down between your legs, spreading your fingers and letting them part your lips gently, then just resting one finger between them, you started to rub your lips in circles, holding them between your fingers as you moved your hand around, then started stroking up and down, pulling your lips with your fingers. 

I kept stroking myself, moving my hand up and down my cock in the same movements as you were running over your lips, and running my fingers over its tip as you were gently massaging your clit. You shifted slightly on the couch, just out of my view, and I cursed under my breath. I could still see your arm moving, and I knew you were rubbing your lips, but I was frustrated that I couldn't see more. 

Looking over at the television again, the man had two fingers sliding into the brunettes pussy, and he was flicking his tongue over her clit and noisily sucking it into his mouth, making the brunette moan with pleasure. 

I decided I had to get a better view of your enjoyment, and tried to push the door slowly open a little more, just enough so I could see your hand between your legs. Suddenly you jumped and then looked over at the door, I froze, but it was too late, my cover had been blown. To my surprise, you relaxed back on to the couch, smiled, and then asked "Are you going to stand there all night? or do you want to come in for a better view". I couldn't believe my luck! 

Opening the door fully, you saw that I was stroking my cock with my trousers undone. Smiling at me again, you said "You might as well leave them there, you won't be needing them in here, after all" 

I shed my trousers, boxers and shirt, and moved into the lounge, now completely naked. I moved toward you, but you put up your hand to stop me. "Stroke your cock for me", you said, "watch me rub my clit, and stroke your cock". Not being a request I could refuse even if I wanted to, I took a step backwards and watched your hand move back to your clit, and start to move in circles again. 

I took my cock back into my hand and began stroking it again. Glancing up at you, I saw that you were watching me intently, watching as the tip of my cock poked out from my foreskin as I pulled down, then disappeared again as I stroked back up. You were pinching your nipple again, and running your fingers over your clit faster now, as you watched me. 

You started to moan gently as you were rubbing your clit, then you moved your fingers back down between your legs to rub up and down your lips. You rested a finger between your lips again, and alternated between pulling your lips up and pushing them down, then rubbing around in circles. 

I was stroking my cock a little faster now, moving my hand up and down the shaft in the same rhythm as your hand over your lips. I watched as you bent the finger which was resting between your lips, and just ran it around the entrance to your pussy. You were rubbing your clit with your thumb as you slowly pushed the finger inside. I slowed my strokes a little as I watched your finger sliding in and out of your hole, and you pressing against your clit, running your thumb in circles over it. 

Then you stroked your lips again, with your finger sliding into you as you pushed down, then pulling out of your hole as you moved then back up. You moved your fingers back to your clit and rubbed around in circles again, moaning as you did so, all the time watching me stroking my cock while I watched you rubbing your pussy. 

Then you did something that surprised me even more than being invited in to watch. You ran your fingers down through your lips again, dipping one into your pussy further than you had done before, then you lifted your finger up to your mouth and ran your tongue up to its tip, then sucking it into your mouth. I had stopped stroking my cock as I watched the show, and suddenly realized that you weren't getting much of a show in return, and so I began stroking up and down my length again. 

You moved your hand back down to your lips, and stroked up and down again, then slid a finger between your lips and dipped it into your pussy again, running your fingers around in circles as you moved your finger in and out of your hole. 

Pulling your finger out from between your legs, I thought you were going to taste yourself again, but you beckoned me closer and offered it to me instead. I took your wrist in my hand, and licked your juices from your finger, running my tongue up over the top of your finger, then back down. I licked each of your fingers in turn, savoring your taste.

I moved a little closer to you, and reached down to your lips, and ran my fingers all the way down from your clit to the bottom of your lips, feeling your wetness. I gently rubbed around your lips in circles, moving my thumb over your clit as my fingers were pressing against your lips, covering them with your juices. 

While I was watching my fingers slide over your lips, you reached out and took my cock in your hand. I turned my head to watch your face as you were staring at my cock, watching it as you stroked up and down its length. I moved my hand up to your clit and rubbed against it, first moving around in circles, then rubbing your clit up and down, then pinching it and rolling it between my fingers. 

You pulled on my cock, making me move closer toward you, then sat up and continued stroking my cock, watching it, just inches from your eyes. 

As you pulled down on my cock, you moved your head forward, and licked the tip with your tongue. Holding my foreskin back with your fingers, you ran your tongue down the side of my cock, then back up the ridge on the underside of my cock up to the tip, where you licked the head of my cock again, running all around it, and flicking your tongue over the tip. Moving your head back, you started stroking me again, a little faster than before. 

I moved my hand down from your clit over your lips again. Resting one finger between your lips, I began to stroke them, moving my hand round in circles, then up and down the length of your pussy. Moving one finger to your hole, I ran it around in circles just teasing you. I gently moved my finger into your pussy, sliding it slowly into you, running my hand around in circles over your lips as I did so. 

You moved forward and licked the head of my cock again, running your tongue and lips all around my head. Opening your lips, you took the tip of my cock into your mouth, and continued to lick around the head, pushing your tongue between my cock and your lips, then running it all around my head. 

While you were licking on the head of my cock, I began moving my finger in and out of you, bending it, and pressing against the walls of your pussy as I continued to run my hand around in circles over your lips. 

You sucked on my cock, pulling me further into your mouth, as you stroked its base, running up and down with your hand, as your tongue flicked over my tip. pushing my skin back to the base of my cock, you took a little more of it into your mouth, sucking a little harder and moving your tongue all over it. 

You let a bit of my cock slide out of your mouth, before moving your head forward and sucking it back in. Moving your other hand up to between my legs, you cupped and massaged my balls gently, while moving your lips and tongue around my cock, sliding it into your mouth, then sliding back out again. 

I moved my fingers back up to your clit, and rubbed it firmer than before, pressing it around in circles, then pinching it between my fingers and running it up and down, then rubbing in circles again, first one way, then the other. changing how I was rubbing it all the time. 

You continued to take more and more of my cock into your mouth with each time you moved your head forward, still running your tongue all of my cock. I was moaning and my hips started to gently move in rhythm with your mouth, moving forward to try to slide a little more into your mouth, and ran my hand through your hair, encouraging you to suck my cock harder. 

I moaned a little louder as you started to move your mouth over my cock faster, bobbing your head up and down most of my length, then pulling your mouth all the way off my cock and licking my head, flicking your tongue all over it, before sucking me back in. You moved your hands round to my bum, as you continued to suck on my cock. 

I ran my fingers back down to your hoe, and circled it, pressing against your lips with all of my fingers as I did so. Sliding a finger back into your pussy, I rubbed around in circles, pushing harder than I was doing before, and running my thumb over your clit again. Then I moved my finger out of your hole, and ran it in circles at the entrance to your hole. Then I started to run against your entrance with two fingers, stretching you a little further. I gently pushed the tips of my two fingers into you, then pulled them back out and ran around in circles again. 

You began to suck on my cock harder, pulling on my bum to encourage the gentle hip movements. Then, to my real pleasure, you sucked even harder, and pulled the whole of my cock deep into your mouth, sucking and licking my cock as you pulled me even further into your mouth, every last millimeter you could get. Relaxing your grip, you let me slide out of your mouth again, and licked my head as you moved your hand back to my cock and stroked it again. 

I began to move my fingers into your pussy again, slowly pushing them into you. I was rubbing your clit with my thumb as my fingers were gently moving in and out of your hole, running in circles with my fingers inside you, pressing against your pussy and pushing harder against your clit. 

You took my cock back into your mouth and starting sucking it again, as I pushed my fingers further into your hole, encouraging you to suck me harder. Rubbing your clit in circles with my thumb, I pushed my fingers in and out of your pussy as it was stretching to accommodate them, picking up the pace and continuing to move them around in circles. 

You pulled the whole length of my cock into your mouth again, sucking hard and moving your tongue over it inside your mouth. In return, I moved my hand a little and pushed my two fingers deeper into your pussy, until the palm of my hand was rubbing against your lips. 

As you started to bob your head over my cock, I began moving my fingers in and out of your hole, pressing them deep into you then pulling almost all of the way out. 

I pushed my thumb harder against your clit as my fingers were moving faster in and out of you, and you kept up the rhythm sucking me harder all the time, moving your head back so only the tip of my cock was in your mouth, then sucking me back in, bobbing your head faster with each suck.

I knew I couldn't take much more of this before I blew my load, so I pulled my cock out of your mouth, smiled at you, and said "You're turn". 

Kneeling down beside you, I moved my head closer to your breasts, using one hand to gently massage them while the other hand was still stroking between your legs, my fingers moving in and out of you in long strokes, and pressing against your clit with my thumb. 

I ran my tongue over your breast, and moved it up to your nipple, running around it in a circle, then flicking my tongue over the hard nipple. I pulled my hand between your legs out of your pussy, and moved it up to your clit again. While I began sucking on your nipple, I was moving my hand around your clit, pressing against it and rubbing my fingers in circles. 

I very gently bit your nipple, pulling it out a little from your breast, stretching it before letting it fall back into place then flicking my tongue over it again. 

I did the same with your other nipple, running all around it, flicking it with my tongue, gently pulling on it, then flicking around it with my tongue again. I was loving the reaction I was getting from you, as you were moaning all the time, enjoying every little touch I gave you. 

Moving my mouth down your nipples, I kissed your breasts and then started kissing down your stomach, and started to pinch your nipple with my other hand. I moved my other hand from your clit, and pressed down between your lips again. Moving my mouth down to your clit, I ran my tongue all around it, licking the top of your pussy and savoring your nectar. 

Flicking my tongue over your clit, I pushed my two fingers back into your hole, running them around in circles as I pushed them in and out of your pussy. I sucked your clit into my mouth, and rolled it between my tongue and the top of my mouth, pressing against it with my tongue and sucking on it hard. 

I continued stroking my hand over your breasts, and flicking them with my fingers, then rolling your nipple between thumb and forefinger, pulling on it gently. 

Shifting my position slightly to gain better access to your pussy, I moved my fingers out of your hole, and ran them against your clit again. I licked my tongue up and down your lips, while I was pressing against your clit with my fingers and rubbing them around, pushing hard against it. 

I was flicking my tongue all over your lips, and sucking your lip between my lips, flicking it with my tongue while it was in my mouth. 

Moving my head back, I rubbed your lips with my fingers again, pressing hard against them and rubbing in circles, pushing your lips around and listening to the moans escaping from your mouth. 

Parting your lips gently with my fingers, I moved my tongue back down to your pussy and licked right from your hole up to your clit, then back down to your hole again. I moved my hand down from your breast, and pressed it against your clit, rubbing it around in circles, then pressing up and down against it before rubbing in circles again. 

I was moving my tongue all over your lips, running it down the length of your pussy, flicking it over your lips, and sucking on your lips at the same time. I ran my tongue down to your hole again, still pressing hard against your clit with my fingers. I circled your hole with my tongue while one hand was stretching your lips, and running against them pressing your lips and holding them open for my tongue. 

I licked my tongue over your hole, flicking it, then eased my tongue into you, rubbing your clit while I did so, pushing hard against your clit as I slid my tongue in and out of your pussy. I was rubbing your clit faster than I was before, pressing against it with my fingers, running around in circles while I was flicking my tongue in and out of your hole. 




Watching You



I ran my fingers over your clit even faster now, pushing hard against it, and moving my hand in circles, then up and down, then in circles the other way round. Moving my mouth away from your pussy, I ran the fingers of my other hand over your lips again. 

You were moaning very rhythmically, and I decided that I was going to make you cum while I was rubbing your clit with my fingers. 

I started to rub harder, and pressed my fingers back into your hole. Moving them faster in and out of you, I kept rubbing against your clit in circles, using your moans as a guide of how close you were to cumming. I rubbed your clit faster with my fingers, and thrust my other fingers in and out of your hole harder still. 

"I want you to cum for me. I want to make you cum by rubbing your clit and thrusting my fingers in your cunt". You moaned louder louder at the suggestion, giving your approval to my plan. Moving my full attention back to your clit and pussy, I moved my fingers faster. Pressing my hand against your clit and rubbing in circles, then rubbing up and down your clit, moving my hand faster all the time. 

My two fingers moved quicker into your hole, I was pushing them deep into you then pulling out until just the tips were inside you. Moving my fingers in and out of your pussy, I ran them around, turning them inside you before pulling them out, thrusting them faster into your hole and pushing them as deep as they would go 

Looking up to your face again, I said "cum for me laura, cum for me now". I doubled my efforts on your clit, pressing hard and fast against it as I rubbed around in circles. I kept thrusting my fingers into your pussy, pressing my fingers deep into you then pulling out before thrusting back into you even further. 

My actions were having the desired effect as your moans got shorter and louder all the time, bringing you toward your first climax. 

I kept pressing hard against your clit, moving my hand in little circles over the sensitive bud, rubbing you harder and faster as I knew you were close to cumming. I thrust my fingers in and out of you further too, pulling all the way out of you then thrusting them back deep into you. 

I smiled as my efforts paid off. You closed your eyes and let out a long moan as you climaxed, but I didn't stop rubbing your clit, or thrusting my fingers into your pussy, I kept going, trying to make your orgasm last longer. I could feel your pussy gripping on to my fingers, trying to pull them further into you while I was thrusting them in and out.

I rubbed your clit round in circles, pushing against it, and it was only when you started to come down from your orgasm, I slowed my rubbing and moved my fingers out of your pussy, bringing you gently down from your high. I kept on rubbing your clit gently, waiting till you had calmed down enough for you to open your eyes and look down at me. 

I smiled again, then asked "Are you ready for me to fuck you now?". All you could do through your moans was to smile back and nod at me, giving the all clear to complete the evening. 

Continuing to rub against your clit, I moved round so I was standing between your legs. I took my cock in my hand, and moved my hips forward so it was just touching your lips. I stroked it up and down with my cock, running it against your lips, stroking it up and down from your hole up to your clit. I pressed the head of my cock against your clit, and ran around in little circles. Pulling back till my cock was barely touching it, then pressing harder against the bud again. 

I spread your legs slightly with my hands, and then held my cock again. Rubbing it against your lips, I slowly moved it down toward your hole, moving it around in circles as it got closer to the entrance of your pussy. 

I held the tip of my cock at your entrance, making sure you were ready for me to enter you, then I slowly pushed forward, just moving the head into your hole. I couldn't believe how tight you were, how your pussy was holding on to the head of my cock. I wanted to sink deep into you in one hard thrust, but I managed to restrain the urge. My cock was only inside you a teasingly inch or so when I pulled all the way out and rubbed the tip of my cock around your lips again, then up to your clit and rubbing my head over it, pressing hard against you..

Moving it back to your hole, I slowly pressed a little further into you, maybe two inches, easing my cock into your pussy, stretching it to accommodate my width. I moved my cock back out again, this time leaving just the tip inside you, before gently pressing forward and pushing a little deeper again. 

I ran my fingers up to your clit, and rubbed around in circles as part of my cock was resting inside you, then I pulled it almost all the way out, and rubbed my fingers against your clit again, pressing it gently, then rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. 

Gently I pushed myself into you again, but this time I didn't stop until the entire length of my cock was in your pussy. Holding myself deep inside you, I rubbed your clit with my fingers again, pressing it gently, running all the way around your clit and over the top of your lips.

I pulled out of you again, while I was rubbing your clit in circles, then pushed my hips forward again, moving back inside you without waiting. I pressed my cock as hard into you as it would go, pushing against your clit with my fingers a little harder when my cock was moving inside your pussy. Starting to pick up a slow rhythm, I was sliding my cock into your tight hole, pressing it deep into you, pulling it back until the tip was just inside, moaning gently as your pussy held on to my cock as I withdrew it, before I started to slide into you again.

Each time I pushed my cock into your hole, you moaned in appreciation. I heightened the focus of stimulation by pressing against your clit harder as I pushed into you, then rubbing more gently as I was pulling back out.

I started moving faster, sliding my cock into you, then pulling out, then pushing it back deep into you again. I was rolling my hip around in a circle as I pushed deep into you, pressing harder against your clit, then pulling out as my hip continued moving round.

I moved my hands down to hold your hips as I began to move faster still, pushing my cock deep into you, and pulling on your hips to get even deeper, letting it slide back out of you, then thrusting back in.

Your were moaning faster as I began to fuck you, thrusting deep into your pussy, pushing as hard into you as I could, then moving my cock almost all the way back out again.

I reached up to your breasts with one hand, steadying it and gently squeezing it as I continued to thrust into your hole. I pinched on your nipple with my finger and pulled on it with every other thrust into you. I was pushing my cock into you harder on alternate thrusts, pulling your hip with one hand as I plunged it deep into your hole, pulling out, then pushing back in a little more gently, but just as deeply.

I started fucking you harder with much cock sliding out and your pussy barely knowing that it had gone before I thrust it back into you. In... In... In... I was plunging into you so hard you were being pushed up the couch with each thrust.

I pulled my cock almost all the way out of your pussy and held it there long enough for your to look up at me and open your eyes, then I slammed it deep into you, making you moan even more. Pulling myself out of you again, I waited a few moments before slamming back deeper into your pussy again.

I started to fuck you again, slowly at first, then picking up to be plunging my cock in and out of your pussy faster and faster still. I was pinching your nipple between my thumb and forefinger as I thrust my cock deep into you pushing harder and further with each thrust.

You spread your legs further apart, giving me even more unrestricted access to your pussy, and I responded to the invitation by thrusting into your pussy harder and faster than before.

I knew that I wouldn't be able to last much longer, and you were close to your second climax of the evening. I increased my efforts, thrusting my cock faster and faster into you, pinching on your nipple and twisting it as I fucked you faster and harder all the time.

I kept thrusting deep into you, pressing my cock far into your pussy, as I asked "Are you ready? Are you ready to cum?". Moaning your answer, you were lifting your hips to meet each thrust, and I continued to fuck you as fast as I could.

Before long, your moans signaled the inevitable climax, but I kept thrusting, I kept plunging my cock deep into you, fucking your pussy hard and fast.

Then I felt your pussy spasm around my cock as you climaxed, which made me loose control of my own orgasm. Slamming my cock deep into you again, stream after stream spurted out of my cock as I came inside you.

I started to move my cock gently in and out of your pussy again as we both came down from our orgasms, gently bringing you back down to earth. I ran my fingers over your pussy as I pulled completely out of you, utterly spent.

I lay down beside you on the sofa, and you snuggled up to me. I was gently rubbing your breasts and rolling my fingers over your nipples, slowing down as I rubbed against them, until I was barely touching your nipple.

Looking down at you, I saw your eyes closed, and the rhythmic breathing which signaled you falling asleep.

Smiling, I looked over at the television, to see that the video had long since finished and neither of us had even noticed the snow on the screen.

Turning the television off, I settled down with you cuddling up to me, wondering to myself what joys the second day of my visit with you would provide.



Watching You



It was one of my late nights teaching, but this night I was able to get done earlier than usual. I was used to the fact that you were often in bed and mostly asleep by the time I got home, and I had more energy than usual, getting home an hour early. I put my things down and walked quietly up the stairs. Reaching the top, I noticed that there was light in the bedroom and I smiled. We would definitely have time together.

Then I heard the sounds, a soft moaning and the bed rhythmically rocking. I moved up more stealthily and looked through the crack in the door. There you were, laying on the bed, your knees drawn up and apart. Your head was tilted back in a gaping gasp. I saw your hand between your legs, pumping back and forth. I didn't need to see the vibe because I could hear its hum get louder and softer as it thrust in and out. Putting my hand on the door, I pushed it open and stepped in.

You gasped and clamped your legs closed, the vibe still thrust deep inside you. I could see your whole complexion turn bright red as you lay speechless. When you moved your legs slightly apart to extract the vibe, I moved forward.

"Honey, I am sorry," you began apologetically stammering, "sometimes I can't wait.. I don't want you to thinking your..."

"Shhhhhh, baby, shhhhhhh," I said, quickly moving to sit on the bed and stop your hand from extracting the still humming vibe. 

"Don't stop." I whispered, smiling...

At first a quizzical look, then, when my hand began to grind the vibe in a slow pump, your eyes half closed to that sweet glassy sensuous look and you lay back. I nudged your legs apart again and looked lustfully between them. You began pumping the vibe again as I bent down and gave you a sensuous kiss on the lips. Your moan vibrated deep down my throat and I felt you pump faster. Then I slipped my mouth down to take a nipple deep in my mouth, and suck hard... Your moan was deep and full, but still luscious and sweet.

I only sucked briefly because I wanted to see that vibe driving in and out of that wet pussy of yours. Also, I was feeling uncomfortable in my dress clothes.

"I want to watch you do yourself... again."

You look at me again quizzically.

"I was watching you in the shower the other day. God, did you turn me on."

I move to the end of the bed, to get a perfect view between your legs and so you could watch me undressing as I watch you please yourself. I pulled off my tie as you began pumping it long, letting me see it move in and out of your pussy. You start pinching and twisting your nipple as I unbutton my shirt, my eyes roaming all over your body.

"Your eyes just burn my whole body, baby," you moan as your body begins writhing more quickly. As I slide my shirt off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor, you move your other hand from your breast, down your belly, to your groin.. you let two fingers spread your hood, and I watch, with deepening breath...as your finger rubs the engorged little nub as the vibe continues to slide, glistening, in and out of the red, wet hole I am aching so badly for.

"Baby, that bulge is going to split those pants open... get them off.. I need to see you."

I unfasten the belt as you smile and work the dildo even faster. My pants slide to the floor and I step out of them. My cock presses on its own out the flap of my boxers, which are now wet with precum. You gasp and give a long purr as I slide the boxers down.

"Play with it, baby... pleeease" you purr as you rhythmically work between your legs.

I grasp my cock at the base as you gasp, Yesss. I begin slowly pumping it and you match my rhythm, your eyes riveted to it, your mouth agape. I crawl on my knees on the bed, putting my hand on top of yours, the one working the vibe. You grasp it and put it around the humming plastic as you reach out to hold my cock. I begin pumping it slowly as you do the same to my shaft. You are squealing in a few minutes, pulling hard at my shaft as I thrust the vibe in and out of you.

Then I feel you pulling me forward. I look in your eyes as your mouth is open, wanting. I know what you want and turn around to straddle your face. As I feel your tongue swirl over the head, I push the vibe down, lower my head, and lick your hard clit. I feel a squeal as you just thrust your mouth up and take my cock deep into your throat.

We are pumping furiously when I hear you gasp, let my cock out of your mouth and call out..."Baby.. I am going to cum!!!"

With that, I pull the vibe out and move off your face..turning and taking your legs and lifting...in one swift thrust I get deep inside you and begin pistoning hard and fast... We are both pounding as we just wrench screams from our throats, both arch our backs, press into each other and climax wildly...



Watching You



I watch as her mouth slides over your hardening cock. Your eyes close and you sigh with pleasure. My cunt tingles knowing that soon your hard cock will be thrusting into her wet cunt. I have waited so long for this, and I move closer so I can see her every move and hear your every moan. 

I restrain myself from reaching out to touch you. Watching you is the important thing. Your cock disappears completely into her mouth, and into her throat. She effortlessly receives every inch of your hard cock giving you incredible waves of pleasure. For a moment I feel envious, knowing that I have been unable to take your cock into my throat, but it passes. Your pleasure brings me pleasure. For a moment you reach out for my hand and squeeze it, letting me know that you are aware of my presence and are glad that I am there. 

Her head moves up and down. Slowly at first, then faster. Then slow again. You grab her head forcing her mouth down as far as it will go. Her throat grasps your cock, and somehow she makes it even tighter. You moan and gasp. My cunt is so fucking wet. 

I am thinking to myself, "When will he fuck her?" I am longing to see you fucking her from behind. Taking your pleasure. Knowing the treat that is in store for her. Her reward for giving you such pleasure. Your precious come, which we both agreed will be hers alone. I am but a spectator in this. Later, my reward will come. 

Finally, after what seems like hours, you grab her hair and tell her to turn over. She seems reluctant, and I worry for a moment. You take your big hands and force her down on her stomach. I wonder if she minds, but then I wonder no more as I see her immediately spread her legs wide. I also see the glistening wetness of her cunt and I can't wait to see your cock enter that wetness. 

Slowly, you insert the tip. You look at me and smile. You know that you are teasing both of us. I realize that I have been holding my breath, and I smile back at you. For a moment you move away from her and grasp my hair, kissing me hard. You turn your attention back to her and suddenly your cock is buried deep in her wet cunt. I watch, entranced, as you fuck her. Your face contorts, and I realize that this is how you look when you fuck me. 

My cunt is achingly wet now. You have forbidden me to touch myself and I clench my hands together in order to obey you. Your hands are on either side of her hips and you are fucking her wildly. I know that soon you will cum. Your breath comes faster, as does hers, as does mine. Now, you pull away and pull her toward your cock, which is wet from her cunt. Your cum spurts out. You have not cum for two weeks, so you would have plenty for this moment. So you may reward this girl with the thick, delicious liquid from your cock. 

Again, I feel a bit envious, and, again it passes as I feel such joy at your pleasure. She is sucking and sucking. Not spilling a drop. My cunt aches. My mouth waters. I want your cum so badly, but it is not my turn. You lie down on your back and I watch closely as she gives you aftershocks as I had instructed her. She does well. Your pleasure continues. Your cock is now extremely sensitive and your body shakes and quivers. I am so happy that I was able to share this with you. 

The girl smiles at you and says thank you. She gives you a kiss on the cheek and hugs me. She thanks me for sharing with her. Your cum was the best she has ever tasted. She asks if perhaps she may join us again, and, perhaps, she and I may give each other pleasure while you watch. You tell her that is a good possibility. I walk her to the front door and she gives me a kiss and says thank you again. 

I join you in the bedroom and you open your arms to me. You look at me and say, "Love you." I kiss you gently and, before we fall asleep, you promise me that I will receive my reward in the morning. I tell you I have already received my reward. Watching you receive pleasure was all I wanted. You smile and tell me that I still will receive a reward. With your arms around me I fall asleep cradled in your arms, loving you.



Watching You by Dan



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He'd been watching her for most of the summer.

He watched her when she went to the beach. How he wanted to grab the firm flesh of her ass beneath those tight shorts!

He watched her through the window of her house after her husband had gone to work at night. His desire grew as he thought of such a beautiful woman alone. 

He stood outside their bedroom window listening to the moans of pleasure as they made love. He wanted to be the one giving her such excitement... he would love her like no other man she had ever known. 

He waited and watched. He decided tonight was the right time. After her husband left the house, he would make his move. 

He knocked on her door. A lump formed in his throat. What would he do now? He had no plan.

He heard footsteps from inside the house. There she was, standing before him, smiling and teasing him with those sexy eyes. Her breasts begged for release from her tight knit top. Her blond hair and "school-girl" pig tails were more than he could take.

They say rape is a violent act of anger. For him, it was uncontrollable lust. He didn't want to hurt her, but he could contain himself no longer.

Suddenly, his hand was at her throat. "Don't be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you."

She tried to pull his hand away, but he was too strong. He backed her into the house, kicking the door shut.

"I've been watching you, lusting after you, needing you so badly."

"No!" She cried out.

"Shhhh, don't make a sound and I'll take my hand away."

She nodded, her sexy eyes reflecting her fear. He took his hand away from her throat... she screamed.

"Help... help me."

He slapped her, knocking her to the ground. Then he was on top of her. He didn't want it this way. He wanted to take her on the bed.

He took a handkerchief from his pocket and quickly tied it around her mouth. He pulled her to her feet and forced her to walk to the bedroom.

The bed was a large four-poster. Right away he noticed the handcuffs hanging from one post. Had they been used recently? They would be today.

He pushed her onto the bed, face down. Sitting on top of her, he reached for the handcuffs. She struggled to get free, but could not get lose. He clasped one cuff on her wrist and then the other. Then he turned her over, her arms behind her back.

He sat on her legs so as to completely immobilize her.

He began to rub her flat tummy, and as he did he said, "I need you so badly. You're so beautiful. Please..."

She shook her head from side to side, still struggling and still attempting to scream. She bucked her legs and almost threw him off.

He realized she wanted no part of him. He was a slave to his lust. He reached for her knit top and with one powerful move, ripped it down the middle.

Her full, round breasts were exposed. She was breathing fast, heaving her breasts in the air with each fearful breath. He needed to caress them, to suck on them.

He tried to reassure her, "It's okay. I won't hurt you."

He leaned forward to place both hands on her breasts, pushing on them softly in circular motion, feeling her flesh give way under his needy touch.

Closer now. He brought his lips to one of her nipples, kissing it lightly... gently.

As he kissed it he could feel the soft nipple harden and grow. Was this a purely physical response, or did she like it?

She wasn't struggling as much now. It seemed to him that she was more accepting of her fate. He continued to lick and suck on her nipples, now and then sensing a slight moan from her gagged mouth.

He got up off the bed, admiring the helpless beauty laying before him. She watched him as he removed his tee shirt, his shoes and socks, and his jeans. First she looked up into his eyes and then down at the bulge in his underwear. She took in a deep breath.

Now he stood before her, completely naked. His excitement was obvious. The vermilion tip of his circumcised penis was displaying a drop of precum. The rest of him was long and thick. She could see the engorged vein on the underside of his shaft as it curved upward.

Without a word he climbed back onto the bed... on top of her. She could feel him, big and hard pressing into her stomach. He grabbed her ass as he gyrated his pelvis. She was quiet now, laying there almost motionless. He slid down a bit to a position where he could release the snap of her shorts. He adoringly caressed the inside of her thighs and then rested the palm of his hand over her pussy mound.

He could feel her warmth emanating through her shorts. He reached his fingers down between the elastic of her panties and felt smooth flesh. 

Driven wild by the thought of her shaved pussy, he roughly tore off her shorts, her panties coming off with them. She was completely exposed to him now.... hands cuffed behind her back, mouth gagged, smooth pussy, blond pigtails laying innocently on her shoulders.

Her eyes seemed to lack the fear they once showed. Instead, it was as if they were waiting to accept his next move.

To his surprise, his exploration of her soft pussy flesh met with no resistance. She was well lubricated with hot juices as his finger entered her love tunnel.

She moaned beneath her gag as her hips went up to accept him.

He withdrew his finger and moved his hand up to tear off her gag.

"You bitch! You really like this don't you."

"You bastard," she yelled. "You're going to fucking rape me, so do it... do it!"

He turned her over onto her stomach. Grabbing her by the cuffs with one hand and by the hips with the other, her head now rested on the pillow, but her ass was thrust into the air.

She could feel the tip of his cock as he guided it to the opening of her wet, sensitive pussy.

He grabbed her hips and thrust himself deep inside.

"Oh, fuck!" she cried out. 

"Take it bitch. You know you want it, don't you."

"Oh, yesss... give it to me. Fuck me you bastard... fuck me hard like you want to."

He grabbed her pigtails with one hand and slapped her ass with the other. She bucked at him wildly as he drove his relentless cock into her soft flesh.

He sensed his point of no return coming up fast. He wanted her so bad, but not this way. He wanted to look into her eyes when he came. He wanted to see the look on her face when she climaxed.

He pulled out, encountering disparaging remarks from his now frustrated lover.

"What the fuck are you doing? What's the matter, am I too much woman for you? You like it only when you think I'm afraid?"

"No, you're just the right woman for me. I know you want me, and I want to see the look on your face when I fuck you."

He removed the cuffs and rolled her over onto her back.

"You're free now... no restraints. I'll go now, if you want."

She didn't move. She smiled at him, reached up to him and pulled him down to her.

"I have something for you, you son of a bitch," she said softly... endearingly.

She raised her hips up to meet his crazed cock. He entered her and she pressed her hands against his ass to stop any movement. 

As they lay there motionless, he could feel the rhythmic pulsations of her pussy walls against his shaft. He wanted to cum so badly.

She reached under the other pillow and pulled out her vibrator.

As they gazed into each other's eyes, she turned on the vibe and began to tease the crack of his ass. The sensation caused him to move his hips deeper inside of her.

"You like that?" she asked. "You want more?"

"Mmmmmm... what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to do to you just what you wanted to do to me. I'm going to fucking rape you."

He was like putty in her hands, offering no resistance. She could do whatever she wanted with him.

She ran the vibe down between them and lubricated it with her own juices. Then she pulled on one of his ass cheeks and opened it to her vibrating assault.

Slowly at first, then more pressure. Finally, she entered his hole with the rigid plastic object.

The vibrating sensation sent uncontrollable spasms throughout his cock. His shaft seemed to get bigger and felt as if it was going to burst. His whole body drifted away on a current of electrical stimulation.

She felt it too. His cock vibrated against her pussy walls as he shoved himself in deeper and deeper.

Their breathing became rapid, their pulse quickened, and their muscles strained. Together they were swept away in sweet agony as their bodies shook together in one explosive orgasm... harder and more intense than either one had ever experienced.

Afterward, they lay in silence with their arms wrapped around each other. Not knowing what to say, he slipped out of bed, got dressed and started to leave the room.

"Good night Dan," she smiled.

"What? How do you know my name?"

"Mmmmm... I've been watching you, too."



Watching You Last Night



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I woke up this morning all alone in bed. You had an early start and had taken off before the sun came up. As the fog started lifting from my head, I realized that I still had on my fishnet dress, it is your favorite. I love to wear it for you with one of the bras that I cut so my tits stick out. I get one a cup size or two smaller than what I normally wear so when I put them on my tits are pushed out the opening that I have made. My nipples are so sensitive and having them forced through the opening so they stick straight out pointing upward that they poke through the holes. 

I laid there and my thoughts drifted to the night before. I did not realize that my thumb and middle finger was already manipulating my nipple. My thighs clenched tight and my ass was rotating putting pressure so my clit would rub against the lip of my pussy. Suddenly realizing how horny I was getting, I thought that I should get up, turn the computer on and write you this story about my morning.

I got everything ready, not that I had much to set up, it was all still out from our session last night. I put fresh batteries in the vibrators, got out my favorite mint gel that makes everything tingle and the pump is at my feet. First, I squirt out some gel and lather my clit and then take the pink egg vibe and slide it between the lips of my pussy so that the end of the egg is right against the head of my clit. I turned it on and my thighs immediately clamp shut so I have control of the egg and with the motions of my hips, I can maneuver it around my clit. With my ass gently rocking back and forth, I squirt out some more lube right onto my nipples. I love watching the clear, cool gel as it slides down onto my breast. The cool tingly feeling make them stick out further so this morning I thought I would use the latex suction tubes that I have. I squirt some more gel in the tube and squeeze so all the air is out. As I put it against my nipple, I slowly release the tube and my nipple is sucked inside. Ah, feeling the pressure that the suction tube makes as it tries to get my nipple in is so erotic. I notice that my hips are pushing down as my tummy is sucking in and that makes the egg run up and over the tip of my clit. I quickly get the other tube on my other nipple.

I let my thoughts drift back to last night, oh, I was so turned on watching you. You got out of the shower and your cock and balls were all freshly shaven. I was sitting on my chair next to the bed on the computer with my vibe on and doing its thing. Already horny from answering my emails from people who have enjoyed reading the stories that I have posted. It turns me on to know that other people are turned on and get off on reading them. You grabbed some lube out of your drawer, then came around my side, sat down next to me, poured some lube in your hand and started stroking your cock.

You reached over and you started bouncing the ball that I have attached at the neckline on the fishnet dress. It is one of those bungee cords that have a ball at the end and a stretching elastic rope that forms a loop. I have put one at each end so that when I move the ball hits against my nipple. I find that I could not type any more, my interest had now been diverted to watching you as your stroke, making your cock rock hard and sticking straight up. You know that watching you makes me so horny and even though I can cum over and over with no problem, I like to hold off and tease myself as long as I can.

You lean back a bit so I can get a good look as you work your hands over your glistening shaft. I am starting to rock back and forth in my chair as the vibe works its magic on my clit. It is getting so hard and swollen it is pushing the egg out from between the lips on my pussy. I reach down and get the hose to my sucking machine, I change the end to a new one I just found that will just fit over my clit, pour some more mint lube in it. I turn off the egg, spread my legs and let it fall to the ground. I put the tip on the end of the tube right against the tip of my clit, reach down and turn it on. You watch as my clit gets sucked right in, jerking a little faster, then the tip starts to suck my clit in and out of the attachment. The machine starts to make a sucking sound as I lean back in my chair and prop up my feet on the bed with my legs spread wide so you and I can get a clear shot of my clit being sucked off.

You reached under the bed and grabbed you bag of goodies and I know I am in for a real treat. You grab the Vaseline, open the top and you get a scoop then spreading it all over your asshole. You get the new butt plug that picked up the other day, bending slightly forward towards me, you start to push it in. It's a good-sized black rubber tapered plug and I know its going to be a tight fit. You bend father down and get your head right next to the head that is sucking my clit. You can see that my clit is already twice its normal size, which is much bigger than most others I have seen. You gasp as the plug goes father and farther in. I look down and you have your other hand still stroking and pulling on your hard shaft. You let go for a second so that you can spit in you hand and then its right back at it.

With the plug all the way in, you sit back down on the bed. You reach over and get your pump, you had started to soften a bit with all the moving around. You lube yourself up real good and take the clear cylinder and you slide your cock in. As you pull the trigger on the pump, I can see it starting to get sucked inside. You make sure that the seal is good and start pulling the trigger over and over until it is locked on. I can see it growing and it starts filling up the tube as you pull the trigger, just a few pumps and a time now just to keep the suction good. I am really turned on now, I start tugging on the suction line so that I get the same effect. I know how it feels on my clit and I can only imagine that it must feel the same on you,

You look up at me, watching you and see me going crazy tugging the line on my clit as if I was jacking off a cock. So, you grab on to the cylinder and start jacking yourself off with it. That was so hot, seeing your cock through the clear tube as you stroked still pulling the trigger so more suction is applied. I could tell that it felt good and having that plug up your ass was just making that much better. I know it has too, when you cum and you have the plug in, you cum so hard, so long and cum shoots out of your cock like it was a cannon. I could not believe how much cum you shot out the first time you used it. I think I came for ten minutes straight as soon as I saw the first stream come flying out.

Since watching you was getting me so turned on, I needed to change the tip on my sucking machine. I used my foot to turn the switch off, the suction released, and I pulled the attachment off my clit. I heard you gasp and I looked over and you were watching me and I could tell that you were stroking yourself a little faster too. The sight of my clit overflowing through the lips of my pussy was incredible. I am fortunate to have what I call a plump pussy, big puffy lips that surround a generous clit. When I am turned on my clit swells even more, but when I use my sucking machine with the clit only attachment, my clit sticks out like a cock. I have even stroked my clit off before, just as if I would if it were a cock. Since it was so swollen, I decided that I wanted to use a silicone attachment that I have that will fit the whole area from just under my pussy lips. I get the mint lube and give it a few squirts this time then I take two fingers pull my pussy lips apart and slide it in over my clit.

I lean back in my chair, my foot flicks the switch and the machine starts sucking again. I reached over with my right hand and pulled off the suction tube from the left nipple. Then I get the egg vibe and another one I have that looks like glue gun, it has a trigger on/off switch and a bullet type head that if you push the back of it the bullet tip extends out more. 

While I was busy, you scooted yourself up so that you were lying across the middle of the bed, with your head up against the headboard. I looked up at you and you were fully engrossed with what you were doing. I just go nuts when I see a guy and he is actually watching what he is doing to himself and it turns him on more. It just feeds into my thoughts more, as to how horny he is and he gets off on making himself get off. For me it is just as much a mental masturbation as it is a physical one. I can see from watching you everything that you do to yourself is driving yourself towards the point of no return.

I move my chair so that I can prop both my feet on the bed and can see you from between my knees. I am extremely turned on watching you, seeing you stroke that massive rod with the clear cylinder to the point where you almost go over the edge. Then you back off ever so slightly, just enough where you can control it. I can tell because your breathing is hard and your body jerks because the feeling is so intense. I reach down and pull my left tit to my mouth so I can lick and suck on my nipple. With my right hand, I take the vibrator and put it on the head of the sucking tube. It sends waves of incredible pulses directly to my swollen clit driving me further and further to the point where I won't be able to hold back.

My tongue is making circles around my nipple then after a few times around I suck it into my mouth. It feels so good, I love to have my nipples sucked on and I find it very erotic when I can do it myself. I heard you groan very loud and I looked over and see you watching me suck on my nipple, I know that turns you on because you always push my tits to my mouth. Seeing you watching me is getting me at that I am that point and you know it. You know what I want to see and you are going to make sure that I will not be able to control myself and cum before you do.

You jerk harder, showing me how hard it is, you look back and forth from me to your cock. You start telling me how hard it is, that each stroke is so intense and that your cock is throbbing. You tell me how much watching me suck on my nipple is turning you on. How the feeling he has on his cock is what I am feeling with my sucking machine on my clit. You tell me to look down at my clit, watch the way it is sucking up and down. See it, it is so fucking big, I would love to suck you off right now. I love having your clit in my mouth driving you wild. Now, look at me, suck on your nipple, suck it in deep. Yah, that's it, suck on it hard. You're driving me wild, my cock is so hard I want to take off this pump and feel it between my hands. I like to grab it tight and jerk real fast with one hand and the other I like to twist the head. I can feel it getting so hard the veins are straining between my skin and my hard shaft. Oh god, the suction on this pump is pulling it so hard and it feels so good to jack off this way but I want to feel my hands on it. I want to pour lube all over it and jack off until I spray cum everywhere.

You know that I am there, my hips are bouncing all over, I am sucking like a mad woman on one nipple, the ball is bouncing up and down on the other and I have the vibrator on and the machine on high sucking off my clit. I am sweating up a storm, my whole body is wet. I am so close, I don't want to give in but I don't want to stop. That is the most intense time right before you let go and cum. I start to moan, my body is shaking, and my hips are dry humping the head of the tube locked onto my clit. You tell me to cum, let myself go and then you will cum for me.

That's it, I'm gone, and I start cumming. I have no idea of what is going on around me, all I feel is this massive, intense feeling that has taken over my whole body stemming from my clit. Oh my god, it is lasting so long, getting more and more intense almost to the point where I think I am going to pass out. It would not stop, I almost thought it was never going to end but slowly I start riding the down side of my orgasm. I start to hear things again, I hear my self saying oh my god over and over as I gasp for air. My body shaking and trembling with each post orgasm contraction that I get. Wow, that was intense. My clit is so swollen I feel like it is going to be sucked into the tube so I reach down and turn it off.

As I pull the head from between my lips, I hear you and look over. You have released your cock from the cylinder and you are pouring lube all over the head. Quickly I grab the little gun vibe and get on my knees at the edge of the bed. You see me and scoot over closer so I can watch you like you watched me being sucked off by a machine. I lean over and my nipples rub against your leg as I position my face right by your cock. If you wanted me to, I could suck your dick as you jacked off but you want me to watch.

I am watching as you stroke, your hand so tight, up and down, up and down. Then you take your other hand and you are double pumping, you are getting there now. You are gasping for air, and you cannot control the jerking spasms that have taken over your body. I shove the vibe up against my clit and I am going to cum again. Then, you cum, still jerking on your cock like crazy but no cum shooting out yet, not yet anyway. I can tell that the plug in your ass is hitting its mark, the top half of your body starts to rise up. You look at your hand as it is yanking on your shaft. You can't believe how hard you are cumming and you haven't even shot your load. Then the feeling gets stronger and stronger. You see me getting ready to cum again, my face right next to your hands watching closely as you make yourself cum

Then it hits you like a ton of bricks, you start moaning real loud as the cum starts up your shaft. You start jerking harder, your eyes close and I know it's coming out. I start to cum again as I see the first shot of cum start flying out. The first shot hit you right in the face and then shot after shot they end up all over. Then it just starts to ooze out like lava from a volcano after it has erupted. I'm cumming hard again, watching as you are still stroking, the cum still lingering on. We both held onto that one for a long time

That was incredible, one of the best orgasms I have ever had and I have enjoyed quite a few incredible orgasms. I know for you, this one is probably pretty high on your cum list too. Now I am all worked up again having written this story so I am going to post it and sit back and cum yet again.



Watching You Now



Authors Note:

This story is a work of fiction and depicts a sexual relationship between two consenting adult women. If this offends you, read no further.

This is my first story and I encourage you to leave comments. I enjoy writing and appreciate all constructive criticism.

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I fell in love watching you shower, you know. I've done it so often I know your routine off by heart. I know how shy you are and how you shriek when you catch me watching. I always hated the see-through shower doors until the first time I saw you through them, now I wouldn't trade them for anything.

I'm sitting on the bed listening to you prepare for your 40 minute show of divine sensuality. I hear the water begin to flow and try to picture you getting undressed, as I know you are now doing. You unbutton your white pinstriped shirt, always forgetting to untuck it from your black formal pants first. When you can't get to the last two buttons I hear you sigh at yourself, annoyed, and I smile. You untuck it and finish unbuttoning it and quickly shake if free from your shoulders. I hear the lid to the laundry basket open and your shirt land in the bottom. Next I hear the clasp and zip on your pants and picture the way you shimmy them down those strong legs.

While I can't hear it I know your panties are next, your bra always comes off last. I still admire the way you reach back with your left hand and unclasp it in less than a second. I can never get that right and always end up using both hands. I hear your wedding ring swivel to a stop on the basin and bite my lip knowing that soon I will able to hide behind the open door and watch every moment of your favourite preferred cleansing ritual. 

Staring at the dark wood door leading to the bathroom I hear the glass shower door slide open and I wait for the inevitable sharp intake of air when you try to reach through the hot stream of water to turn the cold tap open. I hear the water flowing at different speeds until you find the perfect mix. I stand up, slowly tiptoeing my way to the door, being careful to keep my body behind it. I pull it open a little more just enough for me to see the entire length of the shower, knowing you move across the whole space.

You stand with your head tilted backwards and the water colliding with your chest, your arms pulled to the sides of your breasts as though you were cold and your palms facing the water. You inhale deeply and slowly, moving your neck from side to side just letting the water trickle down your back. Now comfortable with the temperature you turn your back to the stream and tilt your head backwards to wet your hair. Your arms are still at your chest and your expression is one of pure tranquillity as the water pours over your face and hair and down the curves of your lean body.

You don't exactly have the athletic build but that doesn't stop you from trying. Your natural hourglass figure is lean and taut from daily 10 mile runs and the occasional strength training session. When your hair is thoroughly wetted you reach for the vanilla scented shampoo that makes my stomach flutter each time you hug me. After pouring some into your hand and returning the bottle to its' rightful place you work the shampoo into your mid-back length hair. Your naturally ginger hair is now dyed a darker shade of red which I don't always understand but still love. As you build up a lather with the shampoo I watch the well developed but unmistakably feminine muscles in your arms and shoulders flex. My groin twitches at the memory of seeing them flex in a similar way. 

The evening of our second anniversary we had gone to an upper class restaurant. You sent sultry glares across the table all night and I often caught you staring at the tanned cleavage purposefully sticking out of my low cut black dress. I had my shoulder length brunette hair up in a clip because you love the way it makes my cheek bones pop. After three hours of our legs stealing caresses under the table we hurried home. I barely got the door closed before your lips were on mine. Being about a month and a half ago that was the last time you fervently lifted my legs around your waist and pinned me to the living room wall. Your sleeveless, cream coloured blouse allowed me to see every rise and dip of those smooth muscles that were holding me up while your hips were grinding hard against me, before carrying me to the bedroom and effortlessly tossing me onto the bed.

I should remember to buy more of the wine we were drinking in the restaurant that night. When you're done you lean back under the water and the white foam is almost imperceptible as it flows down your milky white skin. I adore your Irish complexion, freckles and all.

The next step in your compulsive routine is the conditioner. You always complain that you need to use twice as much conditioner on your hair as shampoo. I watch you systematically work it into your hair, spreading it evenly over the length. Once your hair is well coated I watch you rake your fingers along the back of your head pulling the hair up into a ponytail, where you then twist it around into a tight bun to keep it out of the water while the conditioner does its work.

Now you reach for your lilac coloured sponge and the shower gel that makes your skin so irresistibly soft and smooth. What you do next made me laugh the first few times I saw it. You move the soapy sponge once up your left arm, across your chest and down your right arm. Returning the sponge to your chest you give two quick swipes across your breasts and a circle over your stomach and then you move the sponge to your lower back drawing another circle and one on each of your butt cheeks. A long U-shape from the back to the front of each thigh completes the "soap-spreading" phase, as you call it. The sponge now returns to your left arm to meticulously scrub every inch of your magnificent body following the same pattern; arms, chest, stomach, lower back, butt, thighs, pussy and finally lower legs and feet.

Tonight the world seems to slow down as I watch you circle and sponge your 34C breasts. I can feel my pupils dilate as I watch your rose pink nipples harden and grow under the rough sponge cleansing. As you wash each one you caress and squeeze it spreading the soap that makes them glisten in the artificial lighting of the bathroom. When you're sure both are clean and release them from your grip they firmly bounce and jiggle and my nerves do the same. I remember the first time I saw them, the first time I saw you naked. 

We were making out on the sofa and I was straddling your lap. It was our sixth date and I was determined to have you that night. You looked so damned sexy in those tight blue jeans and figure hugging white yoga top. Your black knee high boots added an extra three inches to the two inches by which you were already taller than me. You had your hair loose and styled with gentle waves. You were wearing makeup and your blue-grey eyes smouldered the entire night, making me wet with a mere glance.

Looking down into those eyes while sitting over you made me buck and grind against your legs. Eventually I pulled you forward and virtually tore your shirt off, I cursed while fumbling with the clasp on your black push-up bra as my urgency got the better of me. You giggled and reached back with one hand to help me. Sliding it from your arms I watched your breasts bounce when being freed from their confines. I stared at them for a long while, biting my lip as my mouth began to water. 

"What's wrong?" You eventually asked breaking my trance. 

"Your boobs are fucking amazing," I whispered, looking back into your eyes and slowly lifting my hands to gently cup your breasts and I consumed your lips with mine, feeling the fullness of your breasts and your already pebble-hard nipples grazing against my palms. Running my finger tips gently down the sides of your breasts I stared at them once more and licked my lips. Shifting back on your lap, I plunged my head forward to the centre of your chest and gently pushed your breasts to smother the sides of my face. You exhaled loudly and your hands flew to my hair and pulled me even closer into you. I would have been happy to have just spent the rest of the night like that but it held many more adventures ahead.

Similar memories pop into my head as I watch you wash the rest of your body. When your body is completely covered in the soapy foam you rinse the sponge and return it to where it hangs. You slowly and sensually rinse your body, being careful not to get your hair in the water yet. Your hands run all over your slick silky skin and smooth the soap from it. Gosh do I envy those hands. I smile when I watch them push the foam down your round bubble-butt. When you arch your back slightly and push your bum out I can immediately feel my pulse in my pussy. Now that is a dangerous memory.

You hate the summer, you always have. Having grown up in a relatively cold climate and then moving to one which averages 25 degrees warmer than what you're used to has you complaining often. I, on the other hand, have found another reason to love summer. It means you walk around in your underwear most of the time and you don't own a single pair that isn't lingerie or just plain sexy. 

This night you were wearing an emerald green lacy boy-cut pair that sat low on your hips and ran exquisitely half way down your ass. The matching bra complimented your complexion and deep red hair perfectly. You were lying on the sofa on your stomach reading the incident report for the latest problem in the chemical plant you work in. Being the head engineer has its disadvantages when things go awry. You were propped up on your elbows with an uncapped highlighter scanning the pages for its next mark. Your long legs were crossed at the ankles and your toes were unconsciously flicking the seam of the cushion. The curve of your spine gave your ass the pronounced look one typically sees in underwear models. 

I was so wet that night. I had wanted you since our lunch-hour phone call which ended with you whispering that you missed me in that shiver inducing tone you have. Unfortunately, I knew not to disturb you when you had to bring your work home, any distractions would only annoy and frustrate you. However, staring at you in that moment, I had the most desperate and gut-wrenching need to feel close to you. 

Hesitantly, I quietly walked over to the sofa in my, less alluring, denim shorts and loose fitting T-shirt and, as gently as I could, placed my knees on either side of yours and lowered myself onto you. The small height difference and my 32B chest allow me to fit perfectly into the curves of your delectable body. My head on your shoulder blades, my boobs between your shoulder blades and the dip of your back, my arms at your sides and my mound nestled tightly in the crevice of your ass. I breathed your scent in deeply knowing that you'd kick me off in about 5 minutes because it was too hot. As you breathed underneath me and your chest expanded and contracted, it subtly massaged my breasts and I knew that by then even my jeans were showing the telltale signs of my arousal. 

I bit the inside of my cheek trying to focus on calming down. My fingers began to trace the skin just below your bra, feeling the contrast between your smooth skin and the slightly rougher lace. My fingers travelled up higher to the seam underneath your arm. When they accidentally grazed your ticklish spot you flinched, your arms snapped closed on my hands and your back arched further, pushing your butt sharply against my pussy. The sensation was electric and a moan escaped my throat as my hands firmly squeezed your waist and my body ground against you of its own accord. Surprised you looked back at me with wide eyes. Flustered, I turned my head down and rested it low on your back, cursing the involuntary reaction. I raised my arms to my sides and hoped you could feel my apology without me saying it. 

You had turned your head back to the report but I squeezed my eyes shut when I heard the highlighter now faintly tapping on the paper, knowing it meant you were no longer concentrating on the task. I tried not to move so you could go back to work. I felt you turn your head and I thought you were looking at me but I didn't dare look up. Then suddenly I felt your hands around my wrists and you pulled them back to your sides, unsure of what to expect I stayed still. You slowly and gently started to roll your hips against me and at first I thought I was imagining it, but when my stomach muscles quivered I realised it was actually happening. I still stay quiet thinking you were only adjusting your position or stretching or something like that. You slid your arms inside mine then and pulled them up to the outsides of your shoulders, your hips still rolling. It quickly got harder to control my breathing. 

Next, you did what was surely the most erotic thing you had ever done so far. You reached down and grabbed the sides of my shorts pulling firmly and moving my hips up as you stuck your ass out further. You began to buck your hips underneath me and grind hard into my pussy making me moan and shiver. I put my forehead on your shoulder as you continued to pull on my shorts. As I kissed your shoulder tentatively your right hand came up and tangled itself in my hair. I heard your breathing become shallow and quick and you rolled your hips slightly faster. Lifting myself a little and spreading my legs further apart over you I began to rub my pussy against your gyrating ass.

"Fuck!" I moaned as the first pre-orgasmic wave ripped through me. I sat up straight with my knees at your hips, you lifted your ass to me and I began to pound harshly against the delicious contour. The crevice where the two mouth-watering globes met caught and pulled the seam of my shorts directly over my throbbing clit. As I got closer, I picked up the pace, my juices now running down the insides of my thighs and smearing all over you. My thoughts became incoherent blurs as I squeezed your shoulders, rubbing against your ass so hard that the sofa was knocking against the coffee table. Your hands now pressed against the arm of the sofa to steady yourself, you lifted your ass just a little more, the fabric of your underwear now pulled into a thong and the flesh bouncing with each thrust of my sopping pussy. 

"Oh fuck, Baby." Rang through the air as my muscles began to tighten. Your hands flew down to dig into my thighs and pull me harder into you. 

"Cum for me, cum for me Babe," Whispered in your magnetic voice was all it took to send me plummeting over the edge into ecstasy. I practically screamed your name as my body shuddered and convulsed with the fierce waves of pleasure and I squirted all over the ass that had just given me one of the most intense orgasms I could remember. I fought to keep rubbing against you, prolonging the orgasm as long as I could. When my clit became so sensitive that I couldn't stand it any more I collapsed onto you, breathing heavily into your neck, feeling the last tremors rock my core. When I had calmed enough and our breathing had returned to an almost normal pace, your hand slid off the sofa to the floor and picked up the report, which I hadn't even noticed you'd moved, and put it back in front of you. I fell asleep on your back and only woke up later that night when you were carrying me to bed.

After rinsing your body you reach for the comb and brush your hair out, you say you do it so that your hair doesn't break as much. You part your hair down the middle and pull it to either side as if you were going to put it in pigtails. You start with the left side, combing out the bottom first then finishing with the top. You repeat the procedure on the right side then carefully comb it back into place behind your head. Before you rinse your hair you pick up your face wash and shake the tube a little making those beautiful breasts jiggle again and I smile devilishly. Flipping open the cap you put a small amount onto your palm then close the cap by pressing it against your hip, something I find incredibly cute. You spend a fair amount of time massaging the soap into your face. You wrinkle your freckled little nose when you accidentally get a bubble inside it and I try hard not to giggle out loud.

When you're done you lean back into the water with your head back, rinsing your face and hair at the same time. Once you've rubbed all the soap from your face you reach back and begin to run your fingers through your hair to rinse the conditioner out thoroughly. When you rinse the back of your head, you lean further backwards giving me a view that instantly has me dripping wet. When you lean back and tense your stomach muscles, it is the rarest and most breathtaking aspect of you. 

Now clearly defined is your six-pack, standing proud and lean for only me and the walls to see. The only other time I get to see them so pronounced is on the rarest of occasions between us. The magical nights when I get to see you lost in the throws of passion and the heights of desire, as I am every time we make love. Our encounters are sometimes sensual and sometimes wild but always filled with love. In the exceptional moments when you beg me to fuck you, a once in a blue moon kind of mood for you, I don the purple strap-on which is usually your toy.

I am hypnotized in those moments where I sit between your widespread legs, my knees underneath your crooked legs at the side of your hips. Your bare pussy exposed to me in all its glory. You have the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen, small and neat, the inner lips not protruding through your smooth outer labia but hidden in a sweet valley designed to consume my mind in curiosity and possess me with the urgency to see, smell and taste it. You are a little self conscious about the small beauty spot on your right outer labia but I always give it a kiss when I get the chance as it is what makes your pussy, your pussy. It is also the only shade of pink I absolutely love, the only one I like at all. With this stunning sight glistening in your juices and your eyes filled with raw lust I slowly insert the toy into you, allowing you to adjust. When you start to buck your hips against me I know you're ready and waiting for me now. My hands on your hips I start long slow strokes, I know this teases you and brings out your aggressive side. 

Your thighs flex slightly, tilting your hips up to meet my thrusts. Your facial expression is still calm and your breathing controlled, so I decide to push you to the next level. I rake my fingernails harshly over your thighs, leaving red lines in their wake and you gasp loudly, closing your eyes and pushing your head back into the pillows. I move my hands to your stomach and lightly drag my nails over your ribs and down your sides, teasing you further because I know you want me to scratch harder. I get what I want and you look at me with fierce eyes, groaning through gritted teeth and grasping at the sheet beneath you. I give you a wicked grin but continue my slow steady pace. When you realise that I'm going to keep torturing you, you throw your head back again and hiss at me. 

"You fucking little tease," You say pulling harder on the sheet. My grin now beams with self-satisfaction and lust. Damn, I love it when you call me that and my pussy is throbbing once more. I decide to thrust just a little faster and scratch down your stomach in earnest. I am rewarded with your low guttural moan and your head thrashing side to side on the pillow. You begin to buck against me, essentially fucking me and you are doing it fast. Not wanting to give up control yet and wanting to have this feeling for as long as possible, I pull the phallus shaped toy out of you and give you my strictest look. This drives you mad, your hands fly to the headboard of the bed and I hear your nails scraping into the material as your arms cover your face. 




Watching You Now



"Nnnnoooo, fuck... Please, Babe, please, please, please" You whimper out at me all the while your feet are sliding on the bed behind me lifting your hips to rub against my pelvis. I almost never get to see you this vulnerable, my stoic and beautiful wife. 

"Down!" I say commandingly and push down on your pelvis. When you are finally lying still and begging me with your eyes I place my hands on your knees and push them back towards your chest until I can put your feet against my shoulders. I scratch down your calves and glare into those glowing blue-grey eyes, your breath catches in your throat and your toes curl on my shoulders. Looking down at the sweet treasure chest between your legs I slowly run a finger between your labia, grazing your clit which makes your hips jolt and my finger goes lower still to your opening. I toy with it slowly, coating my finger in your nectar before sliding inside of you and placing firm pressure on your g-spot. This makes you gasp and push against my shoulders, lifting your hips off the bed and putting more pressure on the pleasure spot. I quickly remove my finger and make a show of licking it clean for you.

"Fuck you!" You sob out in a sort of tantrum, thrashing your hands on the bed beside you. I know that if I tease you for much longer you will just flip me onto my back and take what you want. Although I adore that view, it is not what I want tonight. Tonight I want you, I want to have you. I discretely reach down and aim the toy at your hole, not touching you yet, your eyes still fixed on my lips, now wet with your delicate taste. With no warning I ram the toy deep inside you and you scream out loud in pleasurable pain. I am fucking you fast now with quick short strokes and you are already out of breath, your right hand comes forward and snakes down your stomach to firmly squeeze your clit. 

Acting fast I grab your wrist and pull it firmly away from your clit, I hold it tight. I am enjoying the lustful moans escaping you and the view of your magnificent boobs, bouncing forcefully back and forth, too much to let you end this so quickly. You take your feet away from my shoulders and put them on the bed again spreading your legs as wide as you can. 

"Please Babe, please fuck me harder," I gladly comply shoving the toy into you all the way to hilt now and the room is filled with the smacking sounds of my hips against yours and your ecstatic squeals. As I go as fast and hard as I can now, my left thumb moves to rub hard against your swollen clit. 

"Oh god yyyeesss, Rayne." Your words send shivers down my spine and I know you must be miles above the earth because you never use profanities. The expression on your face is almost that of pain but your hands pulling tightly on my hips and your ragged breathing tell me it is pure untamed passion that I see. You lift your hips off the bed giving me the deepest penetration angle I can get and your twitching legs tell me you're almost there. When your nails bare into my hips, almost tearing the flesh, and you stop breathing I know to give it all I have, fucking you so hard your body slides up the bed and rubbing furiously against your clit. 

Then finally there it is, your climax, so intense that I have to physically stop myself from cumming at the very sight of it. Every muscle in your body is tensed and pulled taut and then I see them, those six marvellous peaks of strength displayed proudly in an explosion of uninhibited love and desire. I stare fiercely at them for the five or six seconds that I can before your body collapses in a quivering heap. Writhing beneath me from the contact on your now extremely sensitive clit you fight me to pull my hand away from you. You win that battle but it only serves to double the effort of my hips and I continue to slide the toy in and out of you in short quick strokes. 

Your eyes clamped shut and shrieking from the intensity you raise yourself onto your elbows and try to run away from me. That battle you lose as I follow every move you make to keep you in that excruciatingly beautiful state. To keep you still I grab your wrists and use all my weight to pin them above your head and I fuck you deep and hard again. You explode against me again and this time even I am surprised at how loud you are, struggling against my hands and humping my hips so hard that you lift me from the bed. My eyes are glued to you and I refuse to blink.

In these, the rawest of moments, I feel more filled with you and truly alive than ever. Seeing you make yourself so vulnerable to me and knowing that you completely trust me and give yourself to me so fully and freely causes tears to swell in my eyes. When you can't stand it anymore you use all your strength and pull loose from my grip. You wrap your arms around my shoulders and your legs around my waist and hold me to you so closely I can feel the last spasms of your powerful climax ripple through you. My face buried in your neck, we lie melted together panting heavily in satiated bliss. My hands firmly holding your shoulders and with the spasms travelling up the toy still inside you and vibrating into the harness I can't stop myself anymore and I fall into one of the most gentle and sensual types of orgasms I can have with you and only you. 

My body convulses and moves the toy inside of you, you buck against me again and hold me even tighter which makes me cum for seconds longer. My body now lies quaking and spent on top of you. You turn your head and your warm whispers float gently to my ears. 

"I love you so fucking much." You say and I no longer care to keep my tears restrained. 

"I love you." I offer in return as I kiss you deeply, pouring every ounce of love I have for you into it.

I smile and desire pulsates through my whole body at this memory. You're almost done in the shower now. Rinsing the remains of the silky conditioner of your lustrous skin, you turn underneath the water letting me see every inch of you one more time. As you reach to close the taps I pull my head back a little more behind the door, peeping around with only one eye. I watch you step out of the shower and pull a towel from the rack, patting your face dry and slowly towelling off the rest of your body. When you dry your legs you turn away from me and bend over, if I didn't know better I would think you were doing it on purpose. I glare hungrily at the view of your spread ass cheeks and exposed pussy, my attention is suddenly drawn to the faint scar on the back of your left thigh.

I fondly recall the tale of the bicycle stunt gone wrong when you were seven, which resulted in the pale white three inch scar just below where your thigh meets your ass cheek. I lick my lips remembering that there is so much more to my wife than the sexual deity I spent the last 40 minutes spying on. One thing is for sure though; there will be no ignoring the cravings of my aching pussy tonight. The second you walk through that door, you're MINE.



Watching You Wait



It is late and quiet, and you are waiting for your husband to arrive home from a business trip. You just stepped out of the shower and are becoming tired. But, aching for his return you get ready for bed by slipping on a sheer silk nighty with lace panties and just a spritz of Chanel #5 over your body, hoping the scent will communicate to your husband your desires. You slip on a robe and wander to the front door and tentatively open it up, looking loningly in the direction from where you expect him to arrive. You hope to see his car turn down the street but knowing that he won't be home for hours, you turn on the porch light and naively leave the door unlocked and tape a suble note to it, letting him know to come in quietly. You quickly return to your room and turn off the light, falling asleep almost instantly.sd

In the shadows from across the street, I am watching you. You don't have your robe tied very tightly and in the brief light on the porch I can see one of your bare thighs for just a moment, and can tell that the nightgown doesn't really cover that much. You know who I am but you can't see me and you wouldn't expect me to be watching. I know your husband and talked with him about his trip before he left. I know he is out of town and that his flight has been delayed by a snow storm and that he probably won't be back until tomorrow afternoon, but I can see you need him, and can feel your longing from across the street. I see your bedroom light turn off and linger a while in the shadows debating with myself whether I should do this or not. Then finally with my heart beating loudly in my chest, the image of your bare thigh etched in my mind pushes me over the edge and I decide I will do it. I will fulfill your desire.

I wait a few more minutes and the silence is unbearable. Slowly I make my way across the street to your porch. Almost an hour has passed now since you left the note and turned off the light to your room. I read the note and though it is brief, I can sense the passion with which it was written. Though it doesn't say it overtly, it clearly means "Come and get me".

Quickly and silently I try the door and to my surprise, it is unlocked and slowly I open it. Once inside, I can smell the Chanel #5 on the air as it beckons me up to your room. My heart is pounding in my ears so loudly that I fear you will hear me and discover me. I have never done this before, but now I am intoxicated with an excitement and passion that propels me forward. I must have you.

Quietly I close the door behind me and brace myself for what I am about to do. On tiptoes, I creep up the stairs to your room where you lay sleeping with the door opened. 

I do not enter immediately, but watch silently from the hallway contemplating my next move. I can see your figure on the bed, and the robe draped over a nearby chair. You move in the bed in your slumber, kicking the sheet partially off of you and in the half-light of the moon shining through the window, I can see your bare legs and the edge of the sheer nightie that has ridden up just a little, exposing your exquisite bottom.

You have not yet detected my presence and I am completely aroused and take my clothes off, leaving them in a pile on the floor. I watch for a few more minutes, admiring your beauty as you sleep and gently begin to stroke myself. Something tells me I should leave but I ignore it, enchanted by your allure and carefully I creep into the room and crawl into bed.

You still haven't stirred in the slightest and my manhood aches as can feel your warmth just inches from me. I can smell the fragrance of the shampoo in your hair, still slightly damp and cool. I gently reach and touch it, smooth and silky. Slowly I pull the sheet off of your sleeping body to get a better view. Your beauty is stunning and the sheer cloth of your nighty barely protects your skin from the cool night air. Your perfect arm beckons to me reach out slowly and run my fingers just over the top of your skin until I touch you barely and gently. You skin responds to the stimulus with goose bumps.

Still though, you do not stir and my hand continues to gently caress your arm and shoulder, my fingers toying with the stap of the nightie that I gently move off of your shoulder. I raise up and gently look over your shoulder and see the top of your breast, your nipple barely peeking out and I now hunger for more.

As I continue to stroke your arm with one hand, the other is playing with your hair, exposing the soft skin of your neck and I again smell the Chanel #5 as it lingers on your pores. I reach down with my mouth close to your neck and softly press my lips to your flesh. The tase of your skin sends a shudder through my body and my other hand now carresses the top of your bare shoulder and I pull down the nightie just a little further, exposing your whole nipple.

I continue to caress the front of your shoulder and run my lips along the nape of your neck. Slowy my fingers reach the top of your breast. I inch down slightly and subtly until my finger is just above your nipple and slowly encircle it. It responds by hardening and you begin to stir slightly to my touch, and I can hear your breathing begin to deepen.

My heart is racing and my hardened penis throbs for attention. I still have not touched you with it but as I lean forward to better view your breast, but it gently brushes the soft sheer material covering your back.

My finger is now poised above your pert nipple and I touch it gently. You are still sleeping but your body quivers slightly and you press forward to my touch. 

No longer able to hold myself back and uncaring of the consequences I continue to tease your nipples on top of and underneath your nightie. Finally you awake beneath my touch and gently whisper your husband's name. Still half asleep you do not know it is me and respond by reaching your hand back and touching my bare thigh, beckoning me to come closer to you.

Now fully encouraged, I take full control of the situation and cradle your breast with my hand. You pull me closer to you and my erect penis is now pressed against your buttocks and I can feel the lace panties on my skin.

Gently I pull the nigtie up and you allow me to pull it gently over your head. I put both of my arms around you now and begin caressing both breasts with my left hand while my right hand gently circles your soft belly, just barely touching your skin.

Your breathing now becomes heavy as you respond to my touch and I bury my lips on your neck and face. I kiss and lick your soft skin and gently nibble your earlobe.

Meanwhile my right hand has found its way down to the lace edge of your panties. I gently caress you over the panties, feeling your warmth as you press your hand to mine, pushing down sotfly on your pussy.

I run my hand quickly back to the band and slip my fingers just underneath the band and probe back and forth softly as I kiss your neck and caress your breast, rolling your nipple between my fingers.

I can feel your soft pubic hairs as I probe underneath your underwear, searching eagerly now for your clittoris.

I find the top of your pussy and gently begin to rub your clittoris and press down on your labia. One finger softly parts your lips and I can feel your wetness as I now work your clit with my finger. You arch your back and gasp with the pleasure, once again whispering your husbands name.

I plunge my finger into your pussy and gently begin to stroke it back and forth and you reach around and begin to stroke my hard cock pressing against your back. It is not until then that you notice something different - but thinking it is your husband still, you aren't quite sure that you know exactly what it is.

I now plunge two fingers into you hole and your body trembles with excitement and passion beneath my touch. And now you want me inside you, need me inside you and begin to slip the panties down your silky thighs.

Naked now you reach for my cock in the darkness behind you and guide it down between your legs. I lift your leg slightly and introduce my penis to your pussy, pausing gently to rub up and down the length of your labia. Then with one swift motion I thrust into you deeply and you know now for a surety that I am not your husband.

At first you feel a panic set in, and a slight pain as you have never been penetrated so deeply or been stretched so fully. But as you muscles begin to relax and as I thrust again, your pain melts to pleasure and the panic and fear you felt momentarily becomes excitement as you turn to look at me now and can see that I am not your husband.

You recognize me but don't utter a word. You feel for a second like pulling away but I thrust again and grab you securely, my arm reaching around your chest tightly and firmly, squeezing your breast with passionate control and you realize that I won't let you go and you couldn't escape if you tried. But you also realize then that you don't want to pull away, you want me to continue and you push your body into mine, welcoming my deep and hungry thrusts.

As I continue to thrust, faster and harder now you feel a swelling in your breasts and in your pelvis. Your passion mounts and you gasp softly with my thrusts. 

I can feel the passion writhing through your body and it drives me insane. I too feel the swelling coming from deep down inside and know that I will soon fill you with my come.

You breathing now becomes erratic as your climax arises as well and as I feel your body convulse and your pussy contracts around my cock I can no longer hold back and my hot semen erupts into the depths of your womb. Your body writhes with wave after wave of pleasure and excitement and as I continue to thrust deeply through the throes of our orgasm. 

Trembling now, we remain embraced and I kiss your neck and caress your breasts, now wet from perspiration. I squeeze you tightly and though you know I am a stranger, strangely you feel safe and warm and you grab my arm and return the gesture.

We remain locked tightly, my penis still entrapped in your vagina but cannot bear to let one another go. The lingering moments stretch on and soon we both fall sound asleep.

Sometime later, the light from the early morning sun awakens you and in the slumber you think it must have been a dream, but then you can feel my arms still wrapped around you and the head of my penis still tucked inside you and you know it is real. I feel you stir and gently kiss your shoulder.

Suddenly the phone rings and you answer it. I can hear your side of the conversation and know that our encouter must end.

"Hey babe! - Yeah I am fine."

"Yes, I slept fine."

"Yeah, I missed you too."

"So you are just leaving the airport?"

"Ummmm, no I haven't showered yet, I was just going to."

"Why don't you want me to get dressed?"

"Ohh, you don't need to go to the office at all today? That's great - No I didn't have any plans"

"Yeah that will be great - just the two of us together all day."

And then you hear the door close downstairs and notice that I am no longer there.

"Sure babe, you bet, I will for sure leave the door unlocked for you..."



Watching You, Watching Me



It was a cold night as I trampled my way through the dark, dense woodland. The thin crescent moon gave me very little assistance as I trundled over dry bracken. The feel of it breaking and crackling under my feet heightened my senses. The sound echoed in the darkness. I knew what I was looking for. You instructed me a few days ago that I should walk across the short rope bridge that sits a few feet above the creek that lays calm on this cool autumn night. From there I was to turn right and walk towards the moon. In my mind I was relaying what you had said in your e-mail to me. Walk towards the moon and you'll know when to stop. 

For months we had talked about our fantasies and everyday I looked forward to your many e-mails. Your letters as I call them tell me of experience and wisdom, good advice and wicked humour. So many times I have wanted to be near you and I know that you too have had that same thought. In our most recent letters to each other we had played a game. You told me the layout of your house and where it was situated. You told me about the large tree that branches out no more than six feet from your window. The reply to that letter was simple. Friday night at seven thirty, when your husband is out, I will climb that tree and sit on the very branch that stretches to you and I will watch you. Our past letters have bought us much pleasure, turning each other on with our games. Would you really believe me when I said I would be there?

I glanced up through the trees and in the distance I saw a light shining brightly. As I got closer I noticed it was the higher floor of a house that was illuminated. The light spread thinly over the top of the trees. It was just how you described it. I stood at the bottom of a tall tree, adorned with many thick branches that were stuck out like fingers. The foliage was expanse and provided cover as I slowly climbed to the height where the light from the house was shining most. I settled in the branch and thought to myself now I can be near you! I couldn't wait to see you.

I waited a few minutes and my patience was rewarded. I saw you. Dressed to thrill or even dressed to kill. Was your outfit meant for me? I saw no one else in your bedroom. I'm sure your outfit was meant for me. You had your grey stockings on that had the lace trim on the top. A pair of black lace hi-cut panties that I always tell you I love to see you in. You wore a crisp white shirt, fully unbuttoned. As you sleekly moved around your room I could see your tits gently sway. And finally on your feet you wore heels. God, you looked fabulous, delectable, edible and so very, very sexy! 

I could feel my pussy begin to throb as I watched you. My breathing began to waiver, the cool air showing with every exhaled breath. My breaths halted as I saw you walking away from me. "Please don't go!" I whispered. It was like you heard me because all of a sudden you flicked the switch on your lamp, illuminating the room for a few seconds more until you turned off the main bedroom lights. The bright lamp shone completely behind you and gave you a heavenly glow as you walked towards the window... to me! Oh yes, you knew I was there, like I said I would be.

You were now right up against the window. Your arms were above your head and your palms flat against it. Your hips were swaying from side to side. The light around you showed me every curve of your body. When your body swayed I could see the silhouetted curves of your tits as they danced in your shirt. What music are you playing as you dance for me? I felt myself involuntarily rocking against the thick tree branch, the nodules on the bark providing delicious stimulation. You slid slowly down the window, your legs bending and your tongue licking the cold pane of glass as you lowered yourself further. Your fingers began to stroke your foot. They teasingly traced along your shoe and over your ankle. My breathing was laboured and moans were escaping into the cold air. 

Up your fingers went, swirling imaginary patterns on your stockings, over your knees and then behind them. Oh how I want to torment that sensitive skin behind your knees. You straightened your legs as your fingers reached your stocking tops. God I have cum a thousand times to the vision of you in them, standing over me, in front of me, behind me. And here you are for real. Your fingers followed the intricate design of the lace along the front of the thigh, the sides and the back, not an inch of the lace escaped your delicate touch. I slipped my hand inside my jacket and immediately felt the hardness of my nipple. I rubbed over it, moaning in the crisp air as my hips continued to rock on the branch, a steady rhythm building.

I gasped as I saw you turn around, your back now facing me. You lifted your shirt a little and pressed your arse into the window. This is where your hi-cut panties have great effect. They show off your buttocks and define your hips. So very, very sexy! Your hands reached up into your hair and the light appeared to separate each strand as you ruffled your fingers through it. I wanted to sniff your hair and run my fingers through it. Hell, I wanted to sniff your panties! You quickly turned around and bought your palm to your lips and blew me a kiss. I swear I caught it, my heart skipped a beat and my pussy flooded! You then teasingly walked towards a chair, swaying your arse. You knew what you were doing. We had talked so much about your derriere and how I'd love to get my fingers and tongue on it...in it! As you walked you lifted the back of your shirt and rubbed your cheeks in circles, alternating each hand and buttock. 

I began to unfasten my jeans. Outside them the air was cold, inside it was hotter than hell. I cautiously balanced myself on the branch as I leant back against the trunk of the tree. I slowly peeled off my jeans and panties and spread my legs over two sturdy limbs of the tree. Once settled comfortably, my fingers wasted no time in sinking between my swollen, moist folds. My other hand began to slip inside my shirt and cup my tit that heaved inside a soft, pink lace bra. My fingers again caressed my nipple, the hard rubbery nub straining to escape from the small holes in the lacy design of my bra. I could hear my pussy juices squishing inside me as my fingers worked themselves into a steady rhythm.

You placed your hand on the back of the chair and span it around on one of its legs and dragged it towards the window. You stood between the chair and the window and tantalisingly pulled your panties off your shapely legs. You then sat down and spread your legs and began to stroke your pussy. You looked directly at me. Both of your hands were either side of your pussy and you were spreading your lips, wider and wider. You were opening yourself completely up to me. I swear if I stuck my tongue out I could lick you. 

I could see the wet, pink flesh of your lips as you spread them out. Your index fingers caressed the inner lips and folds and sporadically flicked over your clit. I saw you jump at the contact and I began to mirror what you were doing. I spread myself open, like never before. I pulled everything back, revealing my inner self to you. I ran my finger over my clit and breathed out hard and fast, moaning loudly into the night. Your engorged lips were still spread but your finger had gathered pace on your clit. The movement of your arm had caused your white, crisp shirt to fall elegantly off your shoulder revealing your tit that was now jiggling to your rhythm. You don't know this but I love it when tits jiggle. It's so hot and sexy!

You were now rocking on the chair and your hips were moving in time with your rubbing. I knew my orgasm wouldn't be long but I wanted to see you go over the edge first. I had to see you reach that higher plateau. I have dreamt about it for months. I saw your hips jolt forward and your shoulders fall back. The other side of your shirt fell off your shoulder and now both your tits were bouncing in rhythm. God they looked wonderful. I want them! I could see your face was flushed and you lifted your legs a little. You were close. You had a steady rhythm going and I am sure I could hear you. One of the small windows at the far end of your bedroom was open very slightly. You were moaning loudly and gasping. Could you hear me? Sitting here in your tree, fucking my soaked pussy, flicking my clit the same time as you, both of us in unison, enjoying our bodies, enjoying each other.

I rocked faster and faster but still my eyes were on you. They followed your heels, your stockings and up to that open delight at your fingers. I want to taste you. I can see it so clearly, glistening in the light. You then arched your back and you were close, so very close. You screamed and jolted hard, your finger still flicking your clit. You began to cry out and shriek as a powerful orgasm washed over you. You gasped with every throb of your pulsating clit. You came so hard, so erotic. You slowed the pace of your fingers as you looked out at me. I was nearly there too, on that higher level but I wanted you to see me too, properly and not a shadowy figure outside. 

You eased yourself up from the chair and walked towards the wall near the window and flicked a switch. The outside lights of your house pointed at the tree, my tree. I was suddenly lit up as you were for me. You stood in your window, smiling, as I rubbed myself harder and harder. You opened a window and stood there, listening. I was gasping, fighting for breath as I felt the tingle in my toes build, ascending to my thighs and heading towards my pussy. I leant back against the trunk of the tree and bucked my hips. Oh god, here it comes... "Ohhhhhhhhh uhh uhhh... ohhhh!" I screamed into my silent surroundings, shaking hard as the intensity ripped through me then it slowly receded. My breathing and gasps slowed and I began to recover. I looked at you and you waved. I took my hand away from my pussy and waved back at you, hoping you would speak to me. You stood there smiling, your palms again on the window. You wanted me to reach out and put my palms flat against the pane of glass. I lifted my hand and showed you my palm, a silent greeting, a meeting of souls. 

I lowered my hand and again balanced myself in the tree and pulled on my jeans. I looked down to fasten them then looked up to see you standing by your bedroom door. You raised your hand to the switch and I was plunged into darkness. I took the torch from my bag and crept down the tree grinning to myself as to what I had left behind. When daylight breaks, you will have a surprise dangling off the branch right outside your window. My panties! 



Watching You, Watching Me



Pt. 1

As I lay in bed, I wonder what it would be like to have you sucking on my hard cock. I can hear you moving in your bed in the next room. I close my eyes and try to listen, hoping to hear you masturbating as you fantasize about me. I hear what sounds like you playing with your pussy. I even imaging that you are moaning my name. 

I slip into a trans-like state as I slide my clothes off and grip my member with my hand. I slowly begin stroking my cock as my minds drifts off to images of your soft pierced tongue gliding up and down my shaft. I lose all control as my fantasy begins to feel so real. My moans escaping from my lips announce to you in the other room that I am pleasuring myself. I am so enthralled in my actions that I do not hear you get up out of bed and stand in the doorway watching me.

You stand there in the doorway masturbating as you look at me. Your moans become louder as you feel the wetness drain from your tight pussy. You have to do something about the feelings that are building inside you.

My moans become louder as I pick up the pace. My hands are frantically trying to pleasure my cock. One hand is gripping my balls as the other strokes my cock with the precision of a machine. I am so into masturbating that I don't hear you come into the room. 

You kneel down beside me on the bed and softly moan my name. I am so entranced that I imagine you in my fantasy. I begin to moan your name as the pleasure increases. I don't even realize that by this point your mouth is so close to my cock that you can almost taste my pre-cum. You slip your hand over mine and place your mouth over the head of my cock. Your tongue feels like silk gliding along the entire length of my cock. I slip my hands off my cock and let you proceed. Still in my own mind this is all fantasy. I do not even realize that this is really happening. 

Your mouth slides up and down my shaft as your hands stroke in perfect rhythm. I slowly open my eyes and see your beautiful face taking my manhood to new heights of pleasure. I cannot tell where fantasy ends and reality begins. I assume that I must have fallen asleep and this is just an absolutely incredible wet dream. I move my hips in rhythm with your mouth and hands. The pleasure is building with every thrust. My moans have become much louder and my hands are now grabbing your long hair and pulling it. 

I feel the warmth of your tongue and the coolness of your tongue ring as it traces circles all over my shaft. My cock swells with every second. Just as I am about to cum you pull your mouth off my cock and blow against it softly. The cool air against my manhood feels so incredible. You then take my cock in your hand and stroke it as you suck lightly against my balls. Before I know it I'm ready to shoot my hot load. 

Just as my cock stiffens and is ready to shower your face with my cum, you take me back into your mouth and start sucking wildly as my cock explodes in your waiting mouth. I feel you sucking and sucking harder with each shot of cum. I feel you swallowing each load as it spurts inside you. Your hands are now stroking my shaft draining it. As you slowly take my cock out of your mouth you see that cum is still dripping from the tip. I look down and see the most erotic sight I have ever seen. I see your tongue (with tongue ring and all) licking every last drop from my cock. Your hands are milking the shaft as your tongue laps up every drop. You continue licking and sucking my shaft until it doesn't have a drop of cum left in it. I watch as you get up from the floor beside the bed and walk back into your room. 

I wake up the next morning with a stiff hard cock and no clothes on. I still have no idea if what happened last night was real or fantasy. 

Pt. 2

I get up from the bed and walk out into the hallway on my way to the bathroom. I hear the you in the other room moving in bed. I try and listen closely, but cannot tell if you are sleeping or not. 

I sneak a peak around the corner and see you moving your hips up and down and you have what appears to be a vibrating toy in your hand. I watch closely as your hips move in rhythm as you moan out my name. Your eyes are closed and you don't see me standing in the doorway. My cock is now raging with excitement.

I slowly walk over to the bed beside you. Pre-cum already dripping from the tip of my cock from the excitement unfolding before me. I reach over and assist your hand in moving the shiny silver bullet around your swollen clit. I lean down and lap up your glistening juices with my tongue.

Your soft moans become loud screams of pleasure as you open your eyes and see me pleasuring you. I can feel your hands move towards my shaft. I feel you wrap your hands around it and begin to stroke it.

I slip the silver bullet inside you and hold it against your G-spot as my tongue continues to service your clit. Before I know it your hips and grinding against my face as your screams get louder and louder. I can feel the tight walls of your pussy clench down on my fingers and the silver bullet as you get ready to explode.

I turn off the toy and pull back away from your wonderful pussy. I hear your sexy voice begging for more. "Please don't stop, don't tease me. I want it so bad." I give your body a second or two to recover and relax a bit. Then I turn the silver bullet back on and proceed to give you the most erotic oral sex you have ever had.

My tongue traces circles around your clit as I take it into my mouth and suck on it. I suck harder and harder as I feel you squeeze around my fingers. Your screams are now deafening roars of pure pleasure. I continue licking and sucking as I press the silver bullet harder against your G-spot. I turn the toy on all the way and feel your pleasure building. 

My cock is building too from watching you. Your hands are still wrapped firmly around my shaft stroking it wildly as the waves of orgasm start to roll through your body.

Your hips are bucking wildly as the most intense orgasm of your life is raging through your body. My mouth is fully locked onto your clit sucking as hard as I can while the silver bullet vibrates you to pure ecstasy. Your cries of pleasure are the most erotic I have ever heard. The orgasm seems to last forever as your hips continue to buck against my tongue. 

Your hands find the back of my head and press it harder against your sweet pussy. Your juices are flowing into my mouth like a faucet. The sweet goodness of your essence drives me wild. I continue licking and sucking on you until the screams subside and your body is limp from exhaustion. 

I turn off the toy, pull it out. I lay it down next to you and walk out of the room, watching you. "I hope that was as good for you as last night was for me."



Watching You, Watching Me



It had been a long time in coming. We had talked about it, dreamed, wondered and imagined how it would be.

There is always that initial excitement, knowing the possibility of passion, coming together for the first time. The frenzied furious groping, explorations and caresses.

That would come, later perhaps, but not now.

Now, as we knew it would be, had to be, was even more intimate. Many might not see it as such, but we did. This dance, our first dance together would be far more sensual, far more erotic than anything we could have ever imagined.

And like a dance, it is interesting that when people dance apart, they watch one another, observing the movements of their partners, enjoying the flow, the curve and lines that move sensually to the music. That intimacy can sometimes be lost when partners touch, the thoughts turning to doing things by the numbers. Stepping here, leading there, guiding our partner through a series of specific movements. The beauty and grace perhaps appreciated by others who may be watching, like actors upon the stage, but that's all it becomes, acting.

This dance now with you was how we imagined it. Intimate, sensual far more provocative and alluring than coming together for that first time.

There are smiles of course, a nervousness for both that adds to, rather than detracts from the heightened sensuality that pervades the very air we breathe. The very bed that monopolizes the room is more hindrance than help for what is now needed, desired. Though no doubt, the bed will itself come into play later, but again, much, much later.

"Dance for me," I say simply. "Dance for me."

That alluring smile says it all. The merest nod of your head as I take one of two comfortable, over-sized looking chairs sitting beside a small table decorated only with a lamp across from the bed which has suddenly become invisible to my minds eye. You are center stage, and you are all I can now see.

As you turn, like a magic act the first bare shoulder emerges from the simple flimsy sun-dress you are wearing. Already I find myself wanting to plant kisses upon that shoulder, and now like a mind-reader you touch it, caressing the smooth flesh with the touch of two fingers, torturously drawing them across yourself to your neck, now lifting the back of your hair where they again linger like a lovers lips gently kissing, exploring the explosion of goose-bumps that suddenly appear.

Somehow I have removed my shoes, socks without taking my eyes away from you. You again turn, but your eyes only fleetingly recognize my presence before again turning, your back now towards me as I languish in the curves of your body, sleek, taut and refined. A second shoulder appears, both shoulders bare now, hands once again embracing yourself, wrapping yourself in an imagined lovers embrace. Though I cannot as yet see, I know that your breasts are now bare. The image of twin capped peaks so tantalizingly close, yet hidden as desire mounts, needs increase. Yet I sit, mesmerized by the dance. You have turned, and for a moment I am unaware, so lost in the visuals of seeing you, without having done so. It is only when I feel your hands tugging on the belt of my pants, loosening them that I realize, and see the visual now made real as the loveliness of those twin fawns of pleasure dance dangerously close.

Automatically, hands reach as though having a mind of their own, but you dance away, your own hands now covering as though a suit of armor had been suddenly fashioned in protection of your treasures.

"Damn!" I sigh with a contented frustration that merely elicits another smile, a simple giggle of delight as like the dancer you truly are, you pirouette away from me, the gown falling easily to your ankles, your back once again facing me now bare.

And again, your hands caressing the smooth soft skin, though they have become my hands, somehow detached from my body as I run them up and down your silky form from armpit to hips, languishing in the curvature of your body, memorizing each square inch of sensitized flesh.

For the first time I sense the hardness of my desire just as your own eyes burn through the confines of material still covering my lust. A warning look as you approach, though the faintest of smile remains. Hands gripping the arm-chair as though fastened, awaiting execution, but it isn't the pain of death that I await, but the pain of pleasured torture as so easily your hands grasp, then pull as my slacks slide as easily as though torn away.

The fullness of me now stands, appreciatively at your beauty, looking once again towards your eyes, but they have again turned, admiring that which draws my look downwards. The tips of your fingers already encircling each of your hard erect nipples, a tender loving caress with the tip of fingers like a lover's tongue gliding across the surface of each simultaneously. 

Again I do not see the knowing smile, only the suddenness of movement as you reach, surprising me momentarily, the barest, briefest of touches as finger tip quickly steals the first pearly drop of desire that has bubbled to the surface of my hardened prick. I now watch as you place it tenderly upon your breast, the sheen of its glistening coat now decorating the tiny tower which has risen even more delicately upon the perfectly sculptured breast you now hold within your hand, feeding it as you do the essence of my soul.

For the first time since this dance began, I hear your softly spoke words. Like a whisper on the wind, I hear them, yet not quite understanding, still lost in the fugue of desire until like the breeze they've become, I hear them again.

"Give me more," you say simply, waiting, though your hands now trace imaginary lines downwards, the black thong you are wearing revealingly concealing the wantonness of your sex.

I feel the surge of additional lubrications suddenly flowing, the tips of your fingers once again dashing in to capture the pleasured dew drops, then stepping back. And even though your tiny dark thong remains, I watch in abject fascination as the pearly fluid from my leaking prick is so lovingly placed upon that thin material, darkening it even further, fingers pressing inwards as though in attempt to break through the barrier that refrains them, fingers pressing seeking entry like the first tentative embrace of a lovers cock into the virginal passage of first rites.

I am again tempted to reach out, tearing away the thin material with my own hands, but you simply move it to the side, a slim finger tentatively probing, your head now tilted back with the suddenness of contact. I hear the softness of a low moan escape your lips as ecstasy finds you, delights you and begins the tantalizing tease of your still secreted clitoris. Your own juices now merging through the barrier to mingle with those of my own.

"Touch yourself."

I do so, hypnotized by your words.

"Now show me, show me how you touch, how you feel, what you desire when you're alone. When all you have is time to make love to your own body, to your hard throbbing prick."

There is no embarrassment, no shyness as I begin. And I have heard by your words want you want, what you need, what you seek. This is not the rushed hungry need of a morning's adventure when the furious fast pumping of hand to prick produces the quick immediate jettison of spunk that discharges fruitlessly into the bowl of a toilet, or beneath the streams of a hot cascading shower. Where release is all too quick, all too temporary, all too over with in the blink of an eye.

What you seek, what you desire is far more than that to be wasted. You ask for the intimacy of my pleasures, the secret, sometimes childish memory of explorations and self pleasuring that comes for each of us in a moment of time when we can safely, trustfully love ourselves in ways we might not fully share with anyone else.

As I now share with you. As you now begin sharing with me.

Your fingers are now mine as they continue to caress, probing, touching, tickling and playfully tease the maddened flesh that awaits them. I do not know how, yet I feel rather than see those fingerlings. I can even smell the aroma of your sweetness that so easily coats the tips and length of each finger as it reemerges to be licked, suckled and cleansed by your waiting mouth, my mouth as the taste of you assaults my senses, heightening my pleasure even more.

The hardness of my prick as I now share with you my secret strokings, touches and fondlings. With the tips of fingers, they encircle the head of my arousal, pulling upwards as though your lips have encompassed my manhood. Pinching ever so lightly, yet firmly before clasping and grasping again to renew the whole process. Your eyes again follow my own movements, as mine follow yours. The urgency of need finally giving way, the thin material of your thong suddenly torn away in desperate need revealing the pink puffy swollen lips of your femininity.

Two fingers now slide downwards on either side of those exquisitely petaled lips, like a searching mouth kissing its way along rapturous flesh, I watch your hand as it glides along the slick slippery surface. There is a tremble in your stance, barely noticeable, but non-the-less observed. An audible sigh matches one of my own as yet another release of pearly lubricant wraps itself around and long side the head of my now straining prick.

"More," you say softly, pleadingly. "Show me more."

As though your own lips have found me, I glide two fingers from the tip of my shaft to the bottom and back again. Smearing the traces of my seepage along the way. I watch as you now settle comfortably upon the bed which has magically reemerged into being, though more like a convenient prop for our purposes. Here you lay, the tantalizingly long display of legs so obscenely wicked, yet so shyly demure, still closed together though hands once again slither downwards, first cupping, pressing, then rotating against the mound that is concealed beneath them.

"Show me what you like, how it feels best, what you do," you now say so wickedly, so lustfully.

There is no hiding from you, no secrets to remain unshared as one hand gently pats, slaps, and runs itself in a twisting up and down motion so slowly, so very, very slowly.

"Yes, yes!" you moan watchfully as your fingers finally pry open the neither lips of your sex, displaying in all their wondrous glory the full reddened desire that now consumes you.

I don't remember walking, let alone standing. Nor do I recall having removed my shirt which now lays crumpled within the cushion of the chair. All I do know is that I now stand above you where you lay on the bed. I watch as with one hand, you scissor the nubbin of sweetness with your fingers on either side, even more fully exposing the sensitive shiny little surface as your fingers press against it on either side. With your free hand, you now glide the tip of your index finger across the tiny hard little surface, flicking it as though it were my tongue doing so instead.

"Watch me!"

Like I wasn't or hadn't been. But just hearing you say the words was erotic, the way you spoke them looking at me with eyes that were vulnerable, open, penetrating.

"Watch me as I touch myself for you, see how hard my little clit is for you?"

I watch you as you skin the tender skin surrounding it even more than you had been, in awe, pleasure sensitive in my senses, even more so than the touch of my own hand still slickly stroking my prick in a teased up and down motion that was more automatic than awares.

You begin tapping your clit with a finger, then two. Likewise I am doing the same, now following your lead as passion takes us on this crazy erotic adventure.

"Suck it!" You tell me. "As you know I would, as you know that I will!"

Somehow I know what you mean, what you would have me do. Placing just the finger tips of one hand about the head of my hard swollen cock, I grasp the sensitive head pulling upwards bringing pleasure to that purple headed crown, releasing, grasping it again, pulling, releasing over and over.

"Hmmm," you murmur pleasurably watching me, watching you.

Faster now, a combination of finger probing, clit flicking, rubbing, a frenzy decadent desire now assails your obscenely displayed cunt, a cunt so luscious, creamy and beautiful in its wanton display.

Without words, we are aware of one another's pleasures, already hovering on the edge of insanity, oblivion, into whose depths we will tumble in glorious release.

"Now!" you urge me, a single solitary word of desire, needful desire that triggers at once the volcanic explosion that has so dangerously hovered on the brink for so long.

I feel the first glorious jettison of my cream spurting freely, forcefully against the velvety lips of your pussy as fingers meet and greet the rich milky essence that falls in geyser like spurtings over and over and over again. 

Lost in the throes of your own climatic release, the cry of pleasure that escapes your lips is ear-piercing, wanton and magical all at once. Your head tosses side to side, fingers continuing to pummel the now almost too sensitive nubbin of pleasure between your legs, though you continue to fondle, coating it with the protective lubrication of my spendings.

Once again, rather than walking or moving, I merely float even closer towards you, and though I have just climaxed with a force that has exceeded most I have felt, my prick glides effortlessly inside you, slipping upwards, meeting the warmth and sticky moisture of your own sweet creamy juices.

And there we lay, now joined and await the next dance. 



Watching You, Watching Me



He loves to watch you touch yourself.

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Watching You Watching Me Ch. 01



After a long week at work, my body screamed for a hot shower and lotion rub down like never before. I turned the answering machine on for the night not wanting to be disturbed that evening with the exception of my "special" caller. I gathered my bubble bath, candles, and blue terry cloth robe heading for the bathroom. The hot steaming water pulsating on every inch of my body stimulated me to the point of awakening me. Needless to say, I was tired as hell and needed some sleep. After a month of getting only three to four hours of sleep per night, this particular Friday it was imperative that I got sufficient rest for a change.

Although, instead of intensifying my need for sleep, the hot shower woke me up. So naturally, I gave into being awakened. I stepped out of the bathtub feeling the cool air from the hallway swirl around my body as I reached for the robe. Before closing the robe, I took a closer look at the front of my body in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. 

For some reason, I noticed every blemish, every birthmark, and every pimple on my full-figured, light brown body. As my hand caressed my body smoothing out my skin, I also noticed how soft and gentle my body had become over the years. Droplets of water ran racing down my body from the neck to the toes. The cool air now in the bathroom made my big dark nipples hard. With both hands, I cupped my breasts admiring the 42C size I never thought I'd be many years ago as a kid. 

I noticed my legs considering shaving them for the first time in my life, but immediately got rid of that thought. I liked my hairy legs and found that the men I enjoyed sexually liked them as well. They weren't hairy to the point of looking like a man's legs, but just enough to look very sexy and different.

I stood to the side to take a look at the profile of my ass, which had definitely developed over the years. Plump, voluptuous, and wide enough for a good spanking, which I also realized I hadn't had in a long time. Damn! How I needed a good spanking. I took my yearning for a good spanking, my cold wet body, and went into the bedroom. 

I grabbed my plumeria-scented lotion from the dresser and stood in front of the mirror. Slowly, I took my robe off. Purposely, I pulled back one side of the curtain of my window and opened the window slightly to let in more rushes of cool breeze on my body. I squeezed a large amount of the lotion into my hand and rubbed both hands together. I began to evenly distribute the lotion over the front of my body starting at the neck working down to my chest. I took special care to go slowly over my breasts gently pulling on my nipples creating more wetness between my legs.

I felt him looking at me from across the street. One of my neighbors named Anthony, with whom I've become acquainted with ever since he moved in over a year ago. I guess, one could call this situation a weekly routine of sorts. Every Friday without fell, when I finished my shower and began to lotion down my body with the window open, Anthony would be in his bedroom with his window open across the street watching me as I watched him. 

We hardly paid attention to the cars going up and down our residential street as we admired each other's bodies from afar. I always started caressing my body facing my mirror giving him a profile view of my body. In my own way, I would pretend as if I didn't notice him watching me through his window. His body was average - 5'9", somewhat solid body, smooth dark brown skintone, and a small potbelly from all those beers he enjoyed with friends on weekends. 

We went out on a few dates together, yet we discovered the distant fucking we did to each other to be much more fascinating and by far, more stimulating than the conversation we generated during dinner at the local Applebee's restaurant. 

Suddenly, I was about to touch my pussy with my hand covered in lotion he disappeared from the window. Frustrated, I brought my hands up to my face wondering where he went all of a sudden. Then, I heard my cordless phone ring. I ran to phone panting as I answered it, "Hello?"

"I didn't tell you to stop touching yourself, did I?"

"Huh? Anthony?"

"Yes, it's me. Get your ass back to the window with the phone! Now!" He demanded. 

"Ok," I smiled.

"That's not how you address me, is it?"

"I'm sorry. I mean...yes sir."

"That's better."

Our beds were positioned at our respective windows luckily, so it was easy for me to get on the bed while he watched me. He directed me in a dominant fashion that I enjoyed so much. Sexually, I had always been submissive. I enjoyed taking orders from a good lover who knew how to be dominant releasing both of our pleasures with equal intensity.

"Stroke your pussy. Very slowly."

"Yes sir," I began stroking myself as he instructed. 

"When was the last time you had a good spanking, Lina?"

"It's been a long time, sir."

"Do you have your paddle there next to you?"

"Yes sir. I am always ready for you, sir."

"Good girl."

I saw him stroking his dick slowly, almost in time with the way I was stroking my pussy. Both of our bodies rocked back and forth to create delicious rhythmic movements for our distant fuck. "That's right, Lina. Keep stroking that wet nasty pussy, bitch."

"Shit," I hissed as the sound of him calling me a bitch made my pussy even more wet. My body shook gently as I felt a chill crawl through my back to the front of me. I lowered my eyes for a moment to watch myself stroking.

"Look up at me, Lina," he instructed. As I looked up, I saw him take his fingers that were covered with his pre-cum and stick them in his mouth. He licked them cleaned. I watched him intensely as he slowly slid his fingers in and out of his mouth. He brought his hand back down to his dick and began stroking again.



"Damn Anthony, I want to fuck you so bad," I could barely say the words without feeling the dryness in my mouth that needed quenching from his pre-cum.

"Be patient, bitch. You know, one of these days, you will be over here letting me fuck you the way I want to fuck you. You know that, don't you?"

"Yes sir."

"Do you want to be over here letting me fuck you, Lina?"

"Yes sir," I felt myself drawing near to climax.

"You better not cum, bitch. You cum when I tell you to cum. Do you understand me?"

"Yes sir."

"Say it!"

"I do not cum until you tell me to cum," I gasped. Oh! How I needed to cum, but I tried my best to hold off for as long as I could. I wanted to cum so badly on purpose so he would punish me the way I yearned to be punished. Therefore, I let it go all over my hand. "Mmmmmm...oh shit...I'm cumming...oh fuck...damn!"

"Do it, bitch. Go ahead. Cum, bitch! I'm gonna punish you good for disobeying me. Go ahead. Let it go."

I screamed so loudly into the phone. I'm sure any passersby on our street heard me, but I didn't give a damn by that time. 

"Pick the paddle up, bitch."

"Yes sir," I grabbed for my paddle while my body shook violently. For a second, I thought I would pass out on the bed and couldn't continue. But I gathered myself to continue, because I wanted more of this kind of fuck from Anthony. He was a good talker. His voice was deep, smooth, and enticing as it instructed me to do things to my own body that I secretly and openly wished for him to do to me in person some day.

"Caress your ass slowly with the paddle. Feel every inch of it."

"Yes sir," I panted as my heart rate came down...finally. I sighed into the phone following it with a moan.

"Lift it up now," he voice became even more intense and demanding. I lifted the paddle up as high as I could in the back of me. 

"Now!"

SMACK!

"Oooohhhh shit."

"Again."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Stop. Now put the paddle down. Rub your ass with your hand."

I began to rub my ass slowly with my hand. "Now!" He yelled into the phone. I started to spank my ass hard and fast. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I lost count of how many times I spanked my own ass. "Oh shit, Lina, I'm cumming, baby."

"Cum for me, Anthony. Cum for me," I began to stroke my pussy again feeling myself drawing close to another powerful orgasm as I watched his body jerk harder and harder. "Oh fuck," he yelled into the phone. I watched as his cum shot out in three squirts as my own sweet juices began to flow into my hand. Simultaneously, we lifted our hands to our mouths and sucked them dry. He winked his eye at me and blew a kiss at me. I returned the gestures. We both smiled and disappeared from our windows, yet stayed on the phone.

"Would you like to come over for dinner tomorrow night, Lina? I've been known to make some mean lasagna. I remember you mentioning that you liked that particular dish. I would love to cook for you," Anthony offered.

"Sure. That would be nice. I'll be over tomorrow night around seven. Is that okay?"

"Oh yes, it's okay. I'll see you then."

"All right. Good night, sweetie."

"Good night, baby. Sleep tight."

As I hung up the phone, my thoughts raced into my first phase of sleep as I dreamt of how sweet the following night would be with him in person. The thoughts made me smile as I stroked myself into dreamland.



Watching Young Lovers



In 1972, a suburban drama played out that changed many lives...

...

Chapter One: Summer 1972

Leo Cassaro was a middle aged man who lived with his 19 year old son Alan in their suburban home. His wife - Alan's mother - had left Leo four years earlier when she had discovered that her husband wasn't faithful to her.

She wasn't as upset about her husband's cheating, Leo remembered, since she admitted to him in parting that she had a few flings of her own over the years. It was who she had caught her husband with that seemed to really tick her off.

Something about seeing her husband on his knees with a neighbor's cock in mouth had really gotten her Irish blood boiling, Leo recalled about that fateful evening, when Maureen had suddenly appeared behind the garage while Leo had been sucking Ron Arnold's skinny uncut dick.

It wasn't the first time Leo and Ron had done it, but it was the last, since after Maureen pitched a fit at her husband she ran across the street to tell Ron's wife about it. Ron tried to convince his wife that he was drunk, didn't know what he was doing and it was Leo's fault, but she didn't buy it.

The end result was two divorces, but while Leo's neighbor Ron was forced to hit the road, Leo's wife had decided to leave herself, unable to live in that house any longer, and took all the money instead. She had left Leo the house, and left him their son as well, simply abandoning them both without so much as a word of explanation to Alan.

Alan found out the reason eventually, and to Leo's great relief his son didn't blow his top or tell him that he was disgusted that his father was gay, and for good reason.

"I am too, Dad," Alan had told Leo.

The girls he dated all through high school were only to keep the illusion that he was just like the rest of the guys. In 1972, coming out of the closet was not easily done, and it was only after Alan had graduated from high school that he had his discussion with his father.

With his father's blessing, Alan began to bring his male friends home with him. One morning, after Alan's friend had left, Leo had casually mentioned that his friend was good looking, which explained all of the noises coming from his bedroom that previous night.

"Sorry," Alan sheepishly replied.

"Don't be sorry," his father had responded. "As a matter-of-fact, it was very erotic listening to you two."

"If you liked listening, maybe next time you would like to watch," Alan suggested.

Alan brought his father over to his room and showed him the peephole that he had created many years ago, and while the boy had originally done it to watch his Mom and Dad go at it, he had used it in later years on the rare occasions when his father brought home a friend of his own.

"That truck driver?" Alan had said, sighing as he confessed to watching his father with the burly, tattooed man. "I got myself off that night as much as both of you combined, so I know it's fun to watch."

It was left unsaid that Leo was free to peek in at his son anytime he wanted. If his son really wanted privacy, all he had to do was cover the peephole, but he never had. 

Quite to the contrary, not only did his son seem to revel in knowing his father was watching him have sex, he would leave a light on and even bought a little baby monitor so that he could hear better.

Since then, Leo's sex life had become mostly voyeuristic, and he took great pleasure in watching Alan with other young fellows. Their toned and trim bodies reminded Leo of his younger days, and he often fantasized about being in his son place as he watched.

***

Chapter Two: Alan's new friend

"Alan," I said when I intercepted my son in the hallway. "Your friend..."

"He's great, isn't he?" my son said excitedly, his face beaming as he stood dripping wet, naked except for the towel around his waist. "He's in a couple of my classes." 

Alan had been out on the deck in the hot tub with his new friend, Timmy, where they had gone after dinner. I knew that because I had been watching them from the comfort of my bedroom. 

I had watched them disrobe before hopping into the tub naked, and I had pleasured myself when I saw Alan's friend standing there dipping his toe in the water before climbing in. It took me only seconds to cum. That was how cute Timmy was, but now after having ejaculated all over my bedroom floor, I was feeling guilt.

"Yes, he seems like a very nice young man," I said. "That's the problem."

"I don't understand," Alan said, but then the confused expression disappeared as he realized what I was referring to.

"He's older than I am," Alan explained. "Really. He's almost 20. Trust me. I may be insatiably horny but I'm not crazy."

"Doesn't look it," I mumbled.

"But he's incredible looking, isn't he?" Alan said with a salacious grin, looking back down the hall to make sure his friend was still outside.

"Yes," I admitted. "He's quite... appealing."

"Know what he said?" Alan asked. "He said that after meeting you, he knew where I got my good looks from."

I shook my head at the compliment, knowing that at 47, I was no match for my son, who looked quite a bit like Johnny Depp, and me being mistaken for him would never have happened even in my best days. Still, even if the young man had been only kidding with my son when he told him that, the words did send a shiver through my body.

"Well, you two have fun," I said.

"We will. Do you plan on...?"

"What do you think?" I said, feeling my face flush with embarrassment. "Have you two... you know?"

"No," Alan admitted. "Matter of fact, tonight was the first time I've seen him naked. He's so insecure and shy."

I let Alan get into the bathroom, which was his reason for coming inside, and I went back to my bedroom to look at my son's young friend, with a lot less guilt at how I was feeling.

***

Chapter Three: Watching them undress.

The young man was lounging in the tub, waiting for my son to rejoin him when I got back to the window, and it was moments like this that made me glad I had gone into the expense of having the tub installed back there in our isolated back yard deck. Clothes were optional, and Alan and his friend had chosen to go in naked.

As I looked out at the hot tub, my mind went back to a few moments earlier when Alan and Timmy had gone out to the deck. I wasn't sure if Alan knew that I was fond of watching what went on in the tub, but I was certain that his friend Timmy didn't have a clue he was being watched.

He was much more modest than Alan was and undressed more slowly, pretending not to watch as Alan shed his clothes quickly. While Timmy was still unbuckling his belt Alan was already naked, and the look on Timmy's face as Alan stood there uninhibitedly made it clear that Timmy approved of what he was seeing.

And how could he not, I mused as I looked at my son. His body was lean and supple and his skin a deep olive in hue, with about 160 pounds packed solidly on his 5'10 frame. Alan's hair was a deep shade of black, cut much shorter than his friend Timmy's, and the rich blackness of his body hair even stood out against his dark skin.

Alan took after me in that way, with his legs thickly coated with hair and his armpits equally bushy. His chest was only modestly dusted with hair, but I recalled that I was much like his son when he was 19, and figured that eventually his chest would be just as bear-like as mine is now.

While Timmy had been impressed by Alan's overall physique, it was clear where his attention was now focused on, mainly the long, flaccid cock that dangled between Alan's legs. I had seen my son's manhood many times before, but enjoyed seeing the look on his young friend's face when Alan had taken his underwear off.

Even limp, Alan's cock had to be close to 6" long, and while I knew that it would only get a couple inches longer when fully erect, it usually made quite a first impression, and judging by the look on Timmy's face that was definitely the case.

Alan didn't flaunt his exceptional endowment, but simply submerged into the tub and waited for his friend to undress. My pants had already come off, and I was stroking away as Alan's young friend took his time getting his pants off.

Timmy was a little more muscular than Alan, broader in the shoulders and chest and probably about ten pounds heavier than my son while a couple inches shorter. His hair was a light brown, worn almost shoulder length in the style of the day, and his skin was very pale.

Timmy was different than Alan in almost every way, I noted as the young man took off his jeans and folded them neatly. His body seemed almost hairless, a stark contrast to Alan's hirsute torso. Timmy's legs seemed smooth, and he only had little wisps of hair under his arms as well.

I would have been shocked at the little tuft of pubic hair Timmy had, if I wasn't already stunned at seeing what rested below it. The pale little stem that wiggled nervously in the night air was nothing like I had expected, and I noticed that even Alan had done a double take when Timmy's small unit was revealed.

His balls were tiny as well, although maybe it was nerves that made them seem no larger than cherry tomatoes in their taut, wrinkled sac. Timmy stood there nervously, almost as if he was being inspected, before Alan held out his hand to help him into the tub.

It was about then that I had cum, unable to stop the orgasm that had rushed through my loins at the sight of Alan's friend, and shortly after my cock finally stopped spewing all over the floor I felt the inevitable rush of shame.

When Alan arrived back on the deck, his reappearance brought me back to reality. The boys were now sitting close to each other, kidding and jostling around for a bit before getting serious. Timmy was nuzzling into Alan's neck, which seemed to strike the right chord with my son because Alan's head rolled back onto the rail of the tub, his mouth open as he looked to the stars.

This Timmy was really going at my son now, nibbling his nipples while stroking his chest. Alan was writhing under Timmy's affection, and it was having an effect on me as well, as I felt my own cock begin to firm up as I stroked it.

Timmy had grabbed Alan's arm and held it behind my son's head, and then buried his face under his arm, licking and chewing Alan's armpit. I knew this drove my boy wild, and it was no surprise that when Alan stood up in the tub, his cock was erect and swaying in front of him.

Timmy went to his knees immediately, and after looking around to make sure no one was watching (and ironically staring right at the blinds I was peeking through) he grabbed Alan's cock in his fist and let his mouth take it in.

The lad knew his way around a cock, and as his fist pumped the thick shaft his lips worked on the rest of it. Now Alan was running his hands through Timmy's hair, and as his knees bent a little I saw my son looking in my direction.

Impulsively, I lifted a slat of the blinds, making it clear to Alan that I was indeed watching. His smile was proof that he had gotten my message, and reached down and pulled his cock out of Timmy's mouth and lifted it, offering his balls to his friend.

Timmy ducked under Alan's cock and started gobbling my son's balls eagerly, while Alan slowly stroked his manhood and ground his hips toward Timmy. I was almost going to cum again when Alan reached down and, grabbing under his arms, pulled his young lover up to his feet.

Timmy's dick was erect as he got to his feet, letting Alan take him in his arms and embrace him in the moonlight before they separated. Standing as they were facing each other, their stark differences were even more exaggerated than ever.

Their erections were pointing right at each other, and the extreme difference in the size of them was strangely erotic to me. Timmy's pale slender penis was dwarfed by my son's cock, which had to be twice as long and thick as his, but Timmy was not bothered my that at all.

Quite to the contrary. Timmy began to move himself so that their cocks were touching, and for a minute the boys just stood there with their hands on the hips while their cocks did a gentle duel of sorts. The duel ended when Alan reached down and grabbed both of the cocks in his hand and started stroking them together.

I came then, bumping my head on the blinds and sending them swaying as my orgasm blurred my vision. When I finally stopped cumming and looked out the blinds again, they were gone.

... 

Chapter Four: To the bedroom.

I went to my bedroom door and listened as the boys made their way down the hall, passing my door on their way to Alan's room. After I heard the click of the bedroom door I went over to the peephole.

The room was fully lit, and Aland and Timmy were embracing, their wet bodies tangled as their hands slid over the glistening skin. Alan began to move them around as they caressed, until they were positioned right in front of the peephole.

It was as if Alan was intentionally placing the two of them so I could see perfectly. The baby monitor was picking up every word - every groan -and it was so much like being in the room that it freaked me out for a moment.

Now Alan was moving behind Timmy, and they were both facing the peephole. My son being behind Timmy, this gave me a totally unobstructed view of the sweet looking lad. Alan's face was under Timmy's long hair, nuzzling his neck while peeking over Timmy's shoulder.

Was that a wink? I couldn't tell and their was no time to wonder because there was so much to see and hear that I didn't want to miss a thing. Timmy was reaching back over his head, grabbing at Alan's head to pull him tighter to his neck as he groaned.

My son's hands were sliding up and down Timmy's smooth chest, pausing to pinch his nipples before letting his fingers scrape upward. Alan's fingernails raked through Timmy's exposed armpits, fluffing up the sparse wisps of golden hairs before pinching the hairs between his fingers and pulling them outward.

This got Timmy writhing back into Alan, and I had to imagine that Alan was grinding his cock into Timmy's ass all that time. Looking down, I saw Timmy's dick twitching, bobbing up and down a few times. His dick was so beautiful; it was fully erect, so much so that it had a little bit of upward curve to it, exposing his hairless little sac.

But it was Timmy's cock that commanded all my attention. The pale tube couldn't even be 5 inches long and no thicker than my thumb, but it looked so erotic as it sprang around. A rope of pre-cum had oozed out of the the acorn-shaped glans and was dangling from the tip for the longest time. I wished I could have fallen in front of Timmy and licked it off of him.

"Don't," Timmy said when Alan's hands slid down toward his crotch. "I'll cum."

"I want you to cum," Alan said. "I want to taste it."

My son was now on his knees, his hands on Timmy's hips as he brought his mouth close to Timmy's dick and extended his tongue. The drool from Timmy's dick must have fallen off, but the way Alan was caressing the underside of Timmy's stem with his tongue was going to make it drool some more.

"Please," Timmy whimpered, trying to get Alan to take his dick into his mouth.

I could sense the sweet agony in Timmy's voice as he begged for release, wanting to cum so badly, and he knew - we all knew - that all it would take was for Alan to let his mouth envelope Timmy's little stalk in order for that to happen.

Yet Alan kept teasing Timmy, just letting his tongue caress the cleft on the underside of Timmy's glans, dabbing at the tender opening briefly before going back to his exquisite teasing.

I was on as emotional a roller coaster as poor Timmy was, yanking my limp dick and breathing just as heavy as he was too. I wanted to cum as well, even though I was spent already.

"Gonna cum!" Timmy cried out.

Aland looked up at Timmy, his tongue still stroking the underside of the pulsating dick, just as I saw the first jet of seed explode my Timmy's member. Part of that first ejaculation landed on my son's lip, but the rest of it went right into Alan's open mouth.

Another spurt went right down Alan's throat, and Timmy's knees buckled from the force of his orgasm. Alan's bronze hands were now on Timmy's ass, clutching him - practically holding him up - as Alan finally let his mouth envelop Timmy's cock.

Timmy cried out as he continued to cum, his hands in Alan's hair as he finally enjoyed the release he had begged for.

"So good," Timmy whimpered when Alan finally took his mouth off of the now-withered little stem, and as Alan rose I could see the semen still in his mouth as he smiled.

They kissed, probably exchanging Timmy's nectar as they did so. I imagined it to be sweet, and wished so badly that it was me there instead of my son. That was a feeling that only grew stronger when they spoke.

"I want you," Timmy said, his hands moving all over my son's body. "I want you so bad."

"I want you too babe," Alan said, looking right over Timmy's shoulder toward the peephole as he spoke. "How do you want me, Timmy?"

"I want you in my ass," Timmy gasped, and I saw my son's big brown eyes widen, staring right at me as he savored Timmy's words. "Please."

...

Chapter Five: Scared.

A shiver went down my spine as I heard Timmy's words, which were almost a plea. I had only seen Alan taken one other lad anally, and it wasn't very much fun to watch. Alan was simply too big for most fellows to handle.

I had experienced the same reluctance many times myself, because along with many similar features we had, we were much alike in that area as well. Faced with the thickness that came with the eight inches Alan had, most guys didn't want to try it.

Timmy surely wasn't sounding afraid, and coming from the young man who looked so boyish in many ways it seemed almost frightening, and I found myself being scared for him at first.

Then I remembered the way he went down on my son, and realized that Timmy knew what he was doing and knew what he wanted. Alan gave him every chance to change his mind.

"You sure, Timmy?" Alan asked.

"Yes. Every since I saw your cock I knew I had to have it," Timmy said. "You're so big, but I have to have you inside of me. I know you won't hurt me."

They moved to the bed, depriving me of my up close and personal view, but I could still see fine. Timmy was being put onto the bed, and as he rested on his stomach Alan went to his night table drawer and pulled out some lubricant.

Alan tossed the lube on the bed and got Timmy up on his knees, running his hands all over Timmy's pale white bubble butt before spreading his cheeks wide. Alan kissed his way around the smooth flesh before moving his face into the crack of Timmy's ass.

I couldn't see it, but I could picture what Alan was seeing. I imagined that Alan could see the tiny pouch dangling between Timmy's muscular legs, and maybe the tip of his dick as well. Timmy's anus I pictured to be a dusty rose in hue, hairless of course, and looking like nothing had even come in or gone out of it.

When Timmy let out a loud moan, I fantasized that the tongue that was working around inside of Timmy's ass was mine instead of my boy's. Timmy groaned as Alan's hand reached around as started to play with Timmy's dick, which was hard again somehow.

"You like it?" Alan gasped when he came up for air for a second. "You like my tongue?"

"Omigod!" Timmy cried. "It feels so good. So deep. Oh man! I think I'm gonna cum again!"

Timmy's back arched as he held up his body with his arms while Alan reamed him out with his tongue. A loud epitaph came from Timmy's mouth as Alan's hand worked furiously on his dick, and while I couldn't see Alan's hand or Timmy's dick, I could see Timmy's cum spraying the bedding below him.

"So good," Timmy sobbed. "Your cock. Please."




Watching Young Lovers



Alan reached over for the lube and squeezed out a healthy wad of it. With a gentle touch, Alan spun a greased finger into Timmy's ass, causing Timmy to groan. A second finger followed, making Timmy groan even louder and more raggedly.

"You're awful tight, Timmy," Alan said as he tried to work the digits inside of Timmy.

"It's okay," Timmy said. "It's gonna be so good to feel that big cock inside of me."

Alan leaned back and took his fingers out of Timmy's lubed anus and started to lather up his cock, which had never looked harder of bigger. As my son greased his massive organ, the glistening of the lubricant made his manhood look even more threatening.

I was sweating like a pig, my cock now almost hard hard as my son's was, and now Alan was moving up right behind Timmy, who had his ass up high and his head down on the bedding.

Jealous. I was jealous of them both. Shamefully, not only did I want to be my son, as he brought the head of his cock up to Timmy's anus and prepared to try and penetrate him, in a perverse way I also was envious of Timmy.

Instead, I was masturbating on the other side of the wall. Alan was leaning forward, the strain on his face clear to see as he tried the squeeze the bulbous head of his member into that tiny orifice. Timmy was crying out, but while he sounded like he was sobbing, his body was leaning back into my son.

Then Alan's body lurched forward suddenly, not far, but judging by the loud scream that I would have heard loud and clear even without the baby monitor, I guessed that the flared ridge of my son's cock had popped inside of Timmy's anus.

"Don't stop," Timmy gasped.

Alan began making little thrusts of his hips, working a little bit more of his cock into his lover. He grabbed the lube and squirted some on the shaft of his cock before letting his cock venture deeper. It looked like he had about half of it in Timmy, who grunted with each little thrust but kept moving back into Alan.

Their bodies were wet, but with sweat now instead of water, and Alan started to move in and out of Timmy a little deeper and more forcefully.

"That's it," Timmy said. "Harder. Harder. I want it all."

Soon Alan was thrusting into Timmy with such force that the bed was shaking, and was now in so deep that the sound of their bodies slapping together was like thunder.

Gone was any fear that Timmy was going to break, and with that Alan became unrecognizable. He was crouched over Timmy like he was a predator devouring its prey, his bronze body all over his pale muscular lover as he thrust deep and hard.

He was in Timmy all the way now, with every deep probe drawing a grunt from Timmy along with a plea for him to go harder - go deeper. Alan was humping Timmy so hard that his nuts were flying around violently, impaling him with every inch of his manhood.

Suddenly Alan straightened up and let out of a loud bellow as his body spasmed. Timmy let out a series of gasps, perhaps from the sensation of my son's seed filling his bowels, while Alan groaned above him.

Then, Timmy sank to the bedding, with Alan riding down along with him.

"Leave it in Alan," Timmy asked and Alan complied, keeping his cock inside of his lover until it slithered out on its own.

"That was unreal," Alan said, kissing Timmy's back. "Are you okay?"

"Of course," Timmy replied, snuggling back into Alan, who started laughing.

"Did you cum again?" Alan asked, apparently having put his hand in a puddle of semen. "Or is from before we started?"

"That was when I came at the end, when you did."

"How can you do that? Doesn't the pain..."

"It only hurt in the beginning," Timmy said. "After that... well maybe it still hurts but it hurts good, if that makes any sense."

"You are incredible," Alan chuckled, moving Timmy onto his back and taking his tiny dick between his thumb and index finger. "How can you do that? Cum so often I mean."

"I dunno," Timmy replied. "Maybe to make up for how little it is."

"I love it," Alan said, tugging on Timmy's dick. "I could play with your cock all night."

"Fine by me," Timmy said, but added a warning. "Don't be surprised if I end up making more of a mess though. We're destroying this blanket."

"That's okay," Alan said, and looked down at the Timmy's dick, which seemed to be coming back to life. "What the?"

"Don't stop," Timmy grunted, and after Alan began jerking him off even harder, his toes curled and his body shivered.

Timmy's cock hadn't gotten erect yet, but that didn't seem to mater, as a few strings of cum flew out of his dick, accompanied by Alan's laughter.

"Insane," Alan said after letting go of Timmy's dick and bringing his cum-covered finger to his mouth and licking it off. "How many times can you cum in one night?"

"When we get close to my record, I'll let you know," Timmy said with a grin. "Hope your Dad didn't hear us. I think I must have gotten really loud."

"He's cool with that stuff," Alan said, and I smiled when she said that.

"I'd hate to have him get mad at me. He seems like a real cool guy," Timmy said. "Must be great to have a father like him."

"It is," Alan said, looking up at the peephole. "No way would he get mad at you, even if we happen to wake him up. He said that he liked you a lot. He doesn't say that about everybody."

I turned away from the peephole then, leaning against the wall and sighing. Alan was right. I didn't like some of the guys he brought around here. Timmy was one of the nice ones.

Too nice, I thought to myself. There were a couple of fellows Alan had been with that I wouldn't have minded being with myself, but none of them moved me like Timmy did. Timmy was different, and to my shame I realized that I wanted him. 

I wanted to do everything to Timmy that my son had done. I wanted to suck on that beautiful dick, longed to experience his tight ass and wanted to savor the taste of his sweet cum so badly that I hated myself for even thinking of it.

I went to bed but sleep wouldn't come. I heard some noises on the other side of the wall and found myself going back to the peephole. The light was off, and the only illumination was the moonlight coming through the windows.

Even the shadows were erotic looking. It was Timmy's voice imploring my son to keep sucking his cock, and it was Alan's mouth making the slurping noises that had me stroking my cock again. I came just as Timmy did, even though my cock was sore from all of the stroking it had taken all night.

Back to bed I went, only to awaken a little later to more sounds from next door. I got up and went back to my station, and even though it was nearly dark I could tell what was going on. Alan was taking Timmy's ass again. I clicked off the baby monitor and went back to bed, my imagination replacing the audio as I slept fitfully until morning.

Epilogue:

I finally gave up trying to sleep and went out to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. I knew that the boys would probably be sleeping until noon, because they were still going at it when the sun was coming up.

The morning was warm and the tub looked inviting, so I took my mug of coffee and went out on the deck. I was wearing pajama bottoms, and while I usually didn't skinny dip, especially when Alan had company, I knew that there wasn't any chance of being caught out there at 6:30 in the morning. 

So imagine my surprise when after shedding my pajama bottoms and setting my mug on the rail, I happened to glance toward the kitchen window and saw Timmy, and from his startled reaction when our eyes met, he had definitely seen me. All of me.

"Hi Tim!" I called out, settling down onto the tub after letting the lad get a long look through the screen. "Sorry about my lack of attire. Didn't think you boys would be up this early."

"Uh - couldn't sleep," Timmy said nervously. "Mind if I have a cup of coffee?"

"Help yourself," I said. "If you want to, you can hop in the tub with it."

"Uh, didn't bring any trunks," Tim said sheepishly, pulling on the sweats he was wearing. 

I wanted to tell him that was okay, but decided to keep quiet. We exchanged some small talk, with Tim trying not to look at me in the tub, and when I finally got up and went back into the house he spun around and pretended to look at the bird feeder.

Back in the safety of my bedroom, I looked down at my cock, which was half hard. Thankfully I had managed to keep my state of arousal under control until I was safely out of sight. While I pondered what to do with my semi, I heard footsteps going past the door.

I clicked on the baby monitor and went back to the peephole, where I had spent so much time lately. Timmy's arrival in the room had woke up Alan, and as my son stretched Timmy offered to get him a cup of coffee, which Alan refused.

"Did you make the coffee or is my father awake?"

"He's awake," Timmy said. "I don't think he expected to see me. He was getting into the tub, naked."

"Really?" Alan said. "That's not like him."

"That's what he said," Timmy said. "He's got a great body for an older guy."

"I suppose."

"Don't take this wrong, but his cock might be bigger than yours," Timmy said with a giggle. "He's hung like a horse."

"Is that so?" Alan said with amusement. "Looks like I've got competition for your affection."

"I'm just playing with you," Timmy said with a laugh. "But if you ever dump me, maybe I'll give him a call."

"My father?"

"Sure, I like older guys," Timmy said. "My first time was with a older guy, and it was awesome. Way older than your Dad, and he was uncut like your pop too."

"Have you got a hard-on again?" Alan asked, looking at the little tent in Timmy's sweats.

"Can't help it," Timmy said. Looking at you laying there naked - what do you expect?"

"Bring it over here," Alan said with a sigh, swinging his legs off the side of the bed and getting into a sitting position while Timmy stood up and dropped his bottoms, his stem pointing straight out at my son.

"Yes sir," Timmy had, saluting and coming to attention in front of Alan.

"One thing first," Alan said, holding Timmy's dick in hand as he prepared to make it disappear into his mouth. "Did you get this boner from looking at me, or was it from looking at my Dad?"

"This is for the record," Timmy said, ignoring his question as he pulled Alan's face close to his dick. "Make it good for me."

Timmy came about a minute later, and as I watched I wondered what the answer to that question would have been, as well as wondering who he was thinking of as he came.

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