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Peeping Tim

By: nicoloco



As a kid I was a looker, a watcher, interested in what goes on behind the closed door, what's in the locked box. When you're young everything is a mystery and any chance to penetrate those mysteries is a golden one. Every lighted window on a dark night is an invitation to the show. Most young people grow out of this. Some grow up to embrace it.

Jamie and I (I'm Tim) fall squarely in the latter camp. We've been together since college but only later discovered we'd both been drawn to the glow of a bedroom light from an early age. I don't think it shows. We're pretty normal, in our early thirties, well-spoken and pleasant enough to look at (Jamie more than me). I'm about five feet ten and 160 lbs with most of my brown hair intact. Jamie is five-four in sneakers, with medium length auburn hair, hazel eyes and a slim but womanly body. Really, except for the fact that we like to spy on our neighbors while they fuck, we're a lot like everyone we know.

Our current escapades started as a lark, inspired by the layout and landscaping of our condo complex and others in the area. I like to say it was her idea but really it sprouted organically from both of us. Since we shared a kink, acting together wasn't any kind of stretch. Plus, a single man on the prowl may seem suspicious where a couple wouldn't.

On a typical summer's eve, if the weather was fine and the moon in cloud or shadow, we'd stroll through the neighborhood like any other couple. The difference is we then ducked behind privet hedges and along back walls, places those inside assumed were safe from prying eyes. Nope. Our eyes pried. And the things we saw kept us entertained, occasionally surprised, and often sexually charged. Not every stroll bore fruit, but enough did to keep us going.

If you lived in our area we may have seen you fucking. Oh, sorry, making love. If you walked naked from the shower, assume we ogled your dangly bits. Did you like to be tied down and tickled or flogged? Yes, we know. We saw.

And maybe you were with your spouse, or by yourself, or with someone else's spouse of either gender. Maybe you groped in a group on a raunchy Saturday night, or snuck in a friend when mom and dad were away. Maybe you hid your drugs or your guns or your money in the closet. I say it now: You should have turned off the lights and closed the curtains all the way. A crack is all we need.

I can't begin to relate everything we saw and frankly much of it is mundane. But there are a select few tales I think are worth telling, of nights when the promise of our skulking was fulfilled. Don't worry, I won't name names. You may recognize yourself or your peccadilloes but no one can connect them to you. Well, Jamie and I can but we're discretion itself.

====== The Masturbators ======

One night was a three-fer. I know it's odd that something as ordinary as masturbation would rate a mention and yes, after nudity it was the most common sight in our wanderings, but bear with me. I won't recount the many scenes of guys fapping away to internet porn. It got to where unless there was an odd quirk or a huge dick we'd just move on. Jamie likes big cocks so she kept notes on where they could be found. It's like seeing the dealer's hole card - inside information stowed away for later.

A fine evening in early fall had us in a passageway alongside... well I said no names didn't I, and that should go for addresses too. So let's call it Building M. The rear of three apartments faced us, each showing a light. There were no windows on the wall opposite so the occupants assumed they didn't need caution. Thank goodness.

On that night two of the rooms held single men. One of them was reading "The Hunt for Red October" (we were so close we saw the title), pantsless and diddling his semi-soft dick, either just starting or just finishing a yank. His cock was of ordinary size and girth so Jamie signaled me to bail. As I reflect on it the interesting thing is that he was getting off to a Tom Clancy novel. Ah, the endless variety of sexual experience.

Next door a guy in his late teens was furiously whacking to a video of two slender lesbians (what passes for lesbian in porn). Jamie paused us here because this guy sported an impressive tool. He was close to getting his nut so we waited until his knob purpled up and he spewed a hot cupful onto his chest. Jamie was rubbing herself at the sight and resolved to run into him at the supermarket or laundry. She got a cheap thrill from chatting with a guy when she secretly knew how he was hung, the volume of his spunk, his porn preferences and so on.

If only he'd known that just feet away two young women were engaged in some of the same play being simulated on his laptop. We'd seen each of them on earlier outings and knew their sexuality wasn't fixed on females. More than once they'd entertained men in their rooms, so this was probably just for convenience. No penis? No problem. It was sort of sad there was a hefty cock just beyond their shared wall that would have happily satisfied both of them, and no one knew it but us. We should be matchmakers.

One of the girls was cute and petite with breasts that suited her size and nipples she'd tweaked into prominence. Juices ran from her puffy labia through a wispy bush that showed she was a true blonde. Her friend in need was a redhead with perky tits just a bit too large (yeah I know) for her frame. We couldn't tell if she was a natural red because her pussy was as bald as Vin Diesel. Not that we could see much of it since it was covered by her palm. She seemed to be missing two fingers. Oh, wait.

They'd started out in facing chairs, turning each other on with the sight and scent of glistening pink. As things heated up a dildo came out and the hum of a vibrator mixed with moans of pleasure from Blondie. Red moved over to help out and soon had her pal panting as she plunged the buzz toy into her pussy and then worked it into her tiny puckered asshole.

Blondie came hard in a series of frozen shuddering orgasms that went on for about a minute. As she recovered Red took up the action, pressing her hand into her own crotch and stroking in mad circles. She located the discarded vibrator and nastily sucked it clean, savoring the taste of the holes it had just pleasured. Blondie repaid Red's favor by helping her aim for the places she couldn't see.

While this was going on Jamie and I weren't just passive observers. I haven't mentioned that on our nights out we dressed in loose black clothes with no underwear so we had easy access to each other's pleasure spots. Right then I was accessing one of Jamie's with mine.

As for these girls, I'm strictly hetero but Jamie will swing whatever way the situation dictates. I'm happy that men are her primary focus - because I am one - but equally pleased that we can share a lady when the occasion arises. Jamie would gladly watch two dudes blowing or boning each other, but aside from how hot that got Jamie it did nothing for me. However we both enjoyed watching two (or more) girls going at it.

Anyway, this wasn't so much lesbian action as mutual masturbation. Which is fine, it still turned us on. As Blondie guided the vibe into Red's rear, I'd already lowered both our slacks and was fingering Jamie's bunghole in turn. My hands stroked up her flanks to tweak her handfuls, leaving my stiffening cock to take over the job of teasing her with its twitches.

The feel of the night air and the knowledge that at any time someone could stumble upon us, unlikely as that was in this dark corridor, soon had Jamie squirming against me, her dripping pussy seeking penetration. With a twist and a hitch she lined us up and I sank deep into her hole. I grabbed her hips, fucking her silently and deliberately as she pressed against the wall, never closing her eyes to the spectacle that held us here.

Red was approaching orgasm, frigging her clit and pinching her nipples as Blondie pumped her holes with the humming probe. A flush spread to her chest and neck, signaling her impending climax and then she was there, her cries audible through the glass. Jamie couldn't hold back so neither did I. My bursting cock flooded her with more blasts than her pussy could hold and she bit down on her arm to keep from exclaiming her joy aloud. When I withdrew, my load ran down in strings from her gaping pussy. I had to brace her to keep her from collapsing.

We pulled up our soggy slacks and departed with a last look at our young muses. They'd retreated to their chairs and were lazily fingering themselves in afterglow. I sensed another session soon but we wouldn't be here to observe it. This was the end of a good night out.

I don't want to give the impression that this happened every time, far from it. Many times we caught nothing in our little excursions and even when we did get a hit it wasn't often with people as inspiring as these two lovely lasses. When it all comes together it definitely makes our week.

====== The Fuckers ======

Fat people fuck. Old people, ugly people, plain people - they lick and suck and fuck like everyone else. You may know this intellectually but we know it because we've seen it. Not everyone has the looks or stamina of porn stars nor can we all achieve the positions they get into. But there's enough variety and ingenuity out there to delight even veterans like us.

Now don't tune out: I'm not going to write about fat old ugly sex. I just want you to appreciate that when you take on an adventure like ours it's not the same as selecting the skinny-with-tits channel on a porn site. Often enough you take one look and mentally write a note begging them to draw the drapes. I never again want to watch an old lady sucking off her poodle. Once was too much: it was and remains a uniquely disturbing scene, one I'm stuck with forever. You can't unsee shit like that.

So let's talk about the good ones. Like Brent and Claire (not really), a handsome young couple whose bedroom window was a regular stop. We knew them from around town and the complex. We always had a smile for each other and would sometimes visit over coffee at a local cafe. Casual acquaintances, not exactly friends but friendly. He was a solid six feet, trim and fit with steel gray eyes and a square jaw. Early thirties like us. She was just as trim, a Nordic beauty of 5 feet 7 or so who filled out a sweater nicely. Her pale blond bangs and chiseled cheekbones gave a first impression of chilly aloofness that was countered by a warm grin and friendly green eyes.

It really is titillating to converse with people when they have no clue what you know about their sex lives and kinks. I noted earlier that Jamie gets a charge out of chatting up guys whose dicks she's catalogued and it's even more true for a couple.

Their best attribute was a refreshing lack of sexual inhibition at home. Jamie and I knew every inch of their unclothed bodies, and what they liked to do when they thought no one could see. Perhaps the most memorable night was when he took her ass for (what we assumed was) the first time.

That evening had offered only meh moments: a mousy woman and her little toy; an old man squeezing out a dribble of spunk with heart-straining effort; two frat boys in a sweaty sixty-nine. Nothing was riveting or worth describing, so we headed over to Claire's in a kind of 'Old Faithful' moment. Brent was often out of town but when he was home they were a good bet because they fucked a lot and never closed the blinds.

It was nearly ten thirty which is prime time for bedroom activity around here. From their window it was a straight shot through to the bath. Brent was on his back, nude and floppy, while Claire finished a shower. I started feeling up Jamie to get her motor revving and to pass the time until the action started.

Our timing was great: in a few minutes the bathroom door opened on a gloriously naked Claire, her blond bangs in a towel turban. She gave Brent a quick kiss, then laid down next to him with all her charms on display and shook off the towel. Her tits didn't sag and her spread legs showed she trimmed but didn't shave. As she fiddled with her pussy we got a good look at her freshly washed crotch, right down to her small tight asshole.

Her hand strayed to Brent's limp dick and started to tug and tweak. It's natural to wonder how he could be soft in the presence of a beauty like Claire who was plainly ready for sex, but if you don't get it you've never been in a long-term relationship. Even the finest of bodies will start to seem ordinary after a while. Steak every day, ya know?

But Claire was determined and Brent was receptive so with a little oral encouragement it wasn't long before it was long and hard. He rolled over and shifted to get his face in line. He knew this pussy and while his head blocked our view it seemed that at the very least her clit and lips were under expert assault. Her head fell back and she grabbed his ears. His efforts soon had her moaning and humping, and in just a few minutes she pulled his head up and told him, we could see it clearly, to fuck her now.

There must have been some negotiation because he didn't just jump up and hop on. She shook her head and we could lip-read the word 'pussy'. He wasn't in the mood for refusal. After a couple of rounds of yes/no please baby she gave in and grabbed some lube from her nightstand. Brent flipped her over and she buried her beautiful face in the pillow. He spread her cheeks to work the lube along her crack from her pussy up to and into her asshole, first with one finger and eventually with two.

Having done the prep he switched gears, well, holes, and eased his nicely sized ("Jamie Approved") cock into her pussy from behind. He hitched her up on her knees into doggy-style, to Claire's vocal approval. He was stroking quickly and smoothly, a well-lubricated fuck machine that had his wife pushing back for more and harder contact.

Jamie and I were busy too. I'd found my way into her from behind as I usually did in these situations so we could both follow the action. With the window closed Jamie could afford to be a little bit loud but for safety I stifled her with my hand. She got the message and piped down.

I'd looked away for a moment and missed a shift in position. Claire was now straddling Brent and riding his cock cowgirl style, her luscious breasts thrust forward for him to cup and squeeze while he rubbed and tweaked and lightly pinched the nipples. I did the same to Jamie's sensitive tits.

Within minutes Claire stiffened and gave a long low howl that Brent took as a signal. While she was still suffused with the glow of orgasm he pulled out and aimed his still unrelieved cock at her back hole. She was reluctant but he was not to be denied. They wrestled just a bit, enough for Brent to get her on her back and lift her legs toward her ears, exposing to all of us the little dark place he wanted to penetrate.

She half-heartedly tried to squirm away, but her position didn't allow much movement. We saw her acquiesce and submit, and apply more lube to his rigid dick. He pressed the fleshy tip at the seemingly impossible entrance and to Claire's surprise she began to open up. He encouraged her to push out to ease the way and just like that the head was in. She held steady as he eased in, pulling back an inch for every two he gained until he was fully seated. Claire had grimaced at first but now that he was inside she relaxed and made a comment that caused them both to laugh.

After a pause to accommodate his girth, she told him to go ahead and fuck her in the ass. He pumped slowly to start and then as she realized it was OK, faster and deeper until he was reaming her with the full length of his thick cock. Her pussy was exposed, flowering and running freely with her juices, which added to the lube. With a free hand she rubbed herself and it only took about ten minutes for the friction on her clit and the action in her ass to produce a tremendous climax. That in turn set off her husband. He tensed and came, holding his cock head just inside to flood her guts to overflowing with his pearly load.

You won't be surprised we had our own climaxes while this was going on. I didn't take Jamie in the ass, and we beat them by a mile to the finish line, but overall it felt like we'd shared a fuck with this hot couple. It was nice to have been there when she lost her butt cherry, or so we assumed from watching them. But who knows, it could have been a game they played often, The Anal Virgin and The Insistent Plunderer. After all, we didn't watch them every time.

We stole away and left them to their murmurs and cuddles. Jamie had wished in the past we'd snapped some pictures of the sights we'd witnessed but after talking it over we decided the risk was too great and our memories would have to be enough. Though this was one time when we both said later we should have taken souvenir shots.

There's more about Brent and Claire, or at least Claire, but there are also other tales to tell. I'll get back to that later.

====== The Group ======

Only rarely did we come across anything beyond one-on-one sex in various gender pairs so when we did it could be a treat. I say 'could' because as you surely know, not all people are beautiful people. That's especially true when they're naked. All sorts of folks get into swapping and threesomes but our complex has a pretty good proportion of young singles and college-age couples so odds are if it's happening here at least it isn't among a desperate older set. Call me crass but we're in it for our own pleasure so dammit, we want to watch cute and handsome people fuck.

A chilly spring had limited our outdoor activities so we were almost giddy when June came and the evenings were better suited for our walks. A number of tenants had come and gone so our mental maps of the good spots needed updating. No better excuse to scout around. After quite a few duds we found ourselves at Building G peering into a living room, not usually prime viewing for us. This one held three couples with a fourth just visible off in the kitchen.

It could have been a small cocktail party - everyone held a drink - but the vibe was more charged than that. One couple was chatting by a long sofa. She was in her mid twenties, maybe 5 feet 4 with a tiny waist, olive skin and dark flashing eyes that showed amusement at something he was saying. He was a few inches taller with fair but tanned skin and rugged good looks, about the same age as everyone else. I'll call her Maria, him Justin. No real names of course, even if we knew them.

The others included one statuesque black woman (Nita) being nuzzled by Stan, a tall slim pale man with the hands of a basketball player. One of those hands was firmly set on Nita's fine booty which didn't seem to trouble her. Just beyond them was Sandy, who had a sunny smile and a blond mop that made her look vaguely athletic in a cheerleader / volleyball way. She was animatedly describing something to a handsome black man (Don) who towered over her 5 foot nothing frame. I think she was talking about fishing because she had her hands out about a foot apart to show the size of her catch. Or hmmm, maybe not a fish.

The last pair drifted out of the kitchen. Bill and Shelly? I'm running out of fake names here. Bill was a dark and bookish man about 5 feet 8. Shelly was a bit shorter with an appealing roundness and a pixie face. It didn't seem likely the current pairings were their everyday ones. For instance we knew Don and Nita casually as a couple, and maybe Bill and Maria? As for the others I couldn't guess and it didn't matter anyway. They were here to swap and share and we were here to watch.

One bedroom shared the outer wall with the living room, so we had two views on the festivities. We backed away enough to watch both at once. A low pulse of music drifted out to us, the beat evocative of dancing or sex, which I'm sure was the idea. A joint appeared, then another, and the crowd drifted together to pass them around. Jamie and I looked on jealously.


Peeping Tim



The smoke and drink had the expected effects. The talk got a little louder and the music was cranked up to match. Justin and Shelly drifted off toward a back bedroom, but not everyone needed privacy. Sandy was doing a dreamlike solo dance for Stan and Don. She peeled off her top to expose a nice rack that swayed with her moves. Stan helped her slip off her skirt; Don dropped his trousers and briefs to display a black snake that moved in time with Sandy's tits. And the party was on.

With Don and Stan teamed up on Sandy, in the near bedroom we had the opposite grouping: Nita and Bill joined by the petite Maria. We couldn't see the bedroom where Justin and Shelly had gone but that still gave us two tableaus, and choosing which to focus on was tough. As soon as we concentrated on one, something in the other drew our attention away.

Sandy had been stripped by her men who had then stripped themselves. Don's dick was impressive but Stan gave no quarter. Sandy had her choice of two towering treats. The men sat on the sofa and Sandy knelt before them, alternating licks and slurps on the two hard cocks. Jamie was going nuts and I sported a raging hardon. This may have been our personal best.

Sandy stood to straddle Don, slowly lowering her lightly furred pale and moist pussy onto his saliva-shined ebony tool. The entry seemed to go on forever but she got fully seated and leaned over to capture Stan with her mouth. Don pumped away while she tried to take Stan's entire length down her gullet. Obviously not their first rodeo.

In the bedroom everyone had gotten naked while we'd been admiring Sandy's flexibility. Maria was guzzling at Nita's smooth shaved chocolate lips while Bill did the same to Maria's olive-toned parts, licking her trimmed crotch from the rear like an ice cream cone, pausing occasionally to stick his tongue into one of her tight holes. After a time Bill stood up, gave Maria a playful slap on the ass and stepped in to fuck Nita. Maria took the opportunity to squat over Nita's face. She ground and twisted her pussy as Nita eagerly lapped away. Bill plunged with maddening monotony into Nita's clasping cunt, alternately bottoming out and withdrawing almost his entire moderate but certainly adequate length.

Something in the other window caught our eyes and we shifted back. Sandy was now on top of Stan, who was firmly set and fucking steadily. She leaned forward to offer her rear to Don. He spread some lube onto his thick cock and into her asshole, then slowly speared it. Sandy had no trouble taking him in. She tilted her head back and moaned at the lewd penetration, not in pain but in exquisite pleasure. The men were apparently experienced partners because they kept a disciplined rhythm as they double fucked the tiny blonde. They had her in a state of almost constant orgasm, her world reduced to two fucking poles and the places they stroked into.

In the bedroom the players had switched around and now Bill was fucking Maria doggy style. His position blocked our view: was he in her cunt or her ass? Nita was lying under Maria, head to toe in a hot sixty-nine. After a slight shift we could see that yes, he was fucking her ass. Nita was applying her long slim tongue to Bill's cock and balls and to the spot where he entered Maria, who in turn slobbered over Nita's just-fucked holes. I admired Bill's stamina - I'm pretty sure I couldn't service two women as thoroughly as he was, even with their mutual assistance and cooperation.

The action on the sofa was reaching a peak. Sandy had gone limp from her continual climaxes, with little muscle tone to keep her upright as the men fucked her with increasing and now ragged intensity, striving for their own final pleasure. Stan tensed and forced his thick cock deep into her, dumping the contents of his balls into her overheated vault. This inspired Don who pulled nearly all the way out to spew his seed into her bowels. The rutting trio collapsed in a satisfied heap.

The bed was also getting a workout, with Bill still occupying Maria's rear but with Nita now behind him trying to match his motion while giving his ass a tongue bath. Maria was on her knees, open-mouthed and furiously rubbing her clit as she strained for release. When she came her orgasm and Nita's lingual stimulation were more than Bill could take and he gave a series of grunts in time to the pulsing of his bloated balls. After the first surge he pulled out and Nita captured the remaining spurts from his filthy cock in her generous mouth.

Jamie and I hadn't been idle. I'd managed to fuck her in both holes which was a true rarity, one to match the singular experience of the evening's orgiastic delights. To this day we haven't topped that; it remains the highlight of our evenings out. Jamie, never completely satisfied, regretted that we didn't see what Shelly and Justin had gotten up to in the other bedroom. As far as I was concerned even if they'd had a donkey in there it wouldn't have made things any better. Well, maybe if it was a cute donkey.

====== The Ravishers ======

I mentioned there was more to know about Claire, who you met earlier with Brent. The fact that Brent traveled on business, combined with the strong sex drive they both enjoyed, meant she was sometimes left with only her hands and toys for satisfaction. Claire was a sexy woman and I would gladly watch her pleasure herself, but it wasn't as much fun for Jamie so on nights when Brent was absent we sometimes just noted it and moved along.

But on one occasion there was another option. Brent wasn't there, but Claire wasn't alone. We'd checked out her place and since she seemed to be the only one home we were prepared to skip ahead as usual. It was mid summer and all the windows were open, so we heard the doorbell when it rang and saw her pop up from her bedroom chair to answer it. We could see a sliver of the front room as she opened the door to admit a guy we didn't recognize, someone she greeted as Ray. He was her height and slightly older, wearing a wife-beater tee that showed off a lifter's build and some crude tats. Prison ink? Maybe this was someone she knew from the gym, ah of course I mean 'health club'.

Ray greeted her with a deep rough kiss that she returned eagerly. His hands were all over her, first pulling her to him and grabbing her taut buns, then getting some separation so he could cup and stroke her breasts through her thin top. I'll bet Brent didn't know this guy was on the standby list.

She led him by the hand to the bedroom where she did a little pirouette. He wasn't interested in what she wore, aside from how quickly he could take it off. They fumbled at each other's clothes as they continued kissing and groping until she was down to her thong panties and he was unzipping his Levi's. She skinned his jeans down to his ankles to reveal that he'd gone commando. His dick was already hardening and it was a fat one. I gestured to remind Jamie that the windows were open and she shouldn't let out the wolf whistle I knew she was cranking up.

Since she was already kneeling Claire took his cock into her mouth. She licked and slurped at the head but couldn't get more than half his length inside without gagging. Still, he encouraged her to try harder by basically fucking into her throat. Her hands fluttered as she struggled to breathe around his thick root. He didn't relent until he had maybe seven of his nine inches embedded and she was as red as an apple. He pulled out and she gasped and sputtered, ropes of saliva dripping from her chin.

Both Jamie and I expected this to be the end of it. Why would our fine and proud friend let a brute like this just ravage her tonsils? But the ways of sex are mysterious indeed because in the next second she was at him again, gobbling his knob and trying for inch number eight. This cycle repeated once more but he never did get it all the way down. We'd seen no hint of this side of her when she was with Brent, who was a paragon of sensitivity compared to this dude.

He pulled her to her feet and nudged her backward until her knees met the edge of the bed and she folded onto her back. He reached down and stripped off her thong to expose the pussy we'd seen so often. He wasn't one for eating I guess, because his next move was to pull her legs apart and up to his waist, then plunge his full length into her in one swift move. We could clearly hear her cry out, telling him to go slowly until she juiced up. He wasn't taking suggestions though.

He just fucked her, there's no other way to describe it. In this position she couldn't fuck back, she was just a wheelbarrow he was pushing on the way to his own climax. His callous treatment must have been what she expected and desired because as he fucked she grew increasingly vocal and excited until, with him pistoning like a locomotive, she came as hard as I've even seen a woman come. This didn't interrupt him at all and in the face of this relentless assault it was only a few more minutes before she climaxed again, even harder if possible.

Finally he sped up and pulled her tight, buried himself deeply inside, and began spurting and humping until he was drained. He dropped her legs and his cock slipped out, opening the floodgates. A river of semen flowed down her inner thighs. He looked at her with some disdain and told her to get cleaned up because he didn't want Paulie to see her all messy. Paulie? What was going on here? This cool beauty had just been used like a whore by some husky ex-con gym rat and now there was another dude?

She'd just come out of the bathroom after rinsing off the crusty evidence of her debasement when the doorbell rang again. Ray left to usher his friend into the bedroom. We couldn't tell if Claire knew Paulie or if he was just a guy Ray wanted her to fuck. She stood there with a detached look as if unaffected by what had just been done to her. But her red distended pussy and her swollen tits with their engorged nipples drew a clear picture. From the look on Paulie's face as he scanned her naked body it was a sight he hadn't seen before and was mightily impressed with. He looked to Ray for guidance, who gave an imperious wave of the hand to indicate that she was his to enjoy.

He quickly stripped off to reveal an already erect cock of average size. Claire took it in her hand and started jacking him as she looked into Ray's eyes. He gave an impatient nod that sent her to her knees to accept Paulie between her lips. Paulie was no Ray, he didn't force his cock down her throat. Instead he closed his eyes and let Claire do the work. She bobbed her head, fondled his balls and teased his asshole for what seemed like just a minute until he shot his load. Claire sucked at the tip to get it all before swallowing.

He didn't go soft - he may have had chemical assistance - and he wanted more. He played with Claire's breasts, sucking and nipping the buds in a way she clearly enjoyed. He guided her to the bed, knelt at the side and spread her legs to return the oral favor. He was expert enough at the art of eating pussy that Claire quickly responded. As she did, Paulie inserted a tentative finger into her pussy, and another into her asshole. She liked them both.

One anal finger soon became two, and then the one in her pussy joined them. He wiggled and thrust his digits, never relenting from his oral assault on her swelling clit and lips. She was seriously getting into what he was doing and couldn't hold back from another climax. She shouted out encouragement to Paulie, grasping his head and humping his fingers. Jamie and I looked at each other in awe, amazed at this filthy and bluntly sexual side of Claire we'd never imagined.

When we looked back Paulie was standing between her splayed thighs about to bury his tool in her well-moistened pussy. She'd been stretched by Ray's earlier pounding so her cunt offered no resistance as he sank to the hilt in one quick motion. He looked sharply over at Ray to say she'd been spoiled by his larger tool so he'd have to try a tighter hole. He pulled out and addressed her anus. Claire tried to shift away but Ray stepped in, grabbed her by the throat and told her to just take it.

Paulie pressed into the dark hole he'd reamed earlier and Claire pushed out to accept him, a trick we believed we'd watched her learn from her husband. He definitely liked the heat and tightness of this new chute. Claire was mostly passive as he fucked her ass with jackrabbit strokes. Watching this had renewed Ray's vigor and he eased on the bed to feed Claire his growing cock. She obliged by sucking him in the same rhythm Paulie was applying to her. After a few minutes he was as hard as ever and told his friend it was time to shift. Paulie retracted and moved onto his back on the bed.

On Ray's instruction Claire faced away from Paulie and impaled her ass on his cock once again. Paulie pulled her back, using her tits as handles, which caused her pussy to rise and open itself to Ray. He slid forward to press his meaty prick into her waiting snatch, and perhaps for the first time Claire was being fucked by two men at the same time. Jamie was beside herself with need but with the window open we had to maintain radio silence.

The two men double-fucked her with no regard to sync, sometimes in unison, sometimes in opposition, but really just at random. Claire was calling out a series of fuck and cock and asshole and cunt that spurred the men to even deeper thrusts until she could no longer continue to climax and passed out. This didn't matter to Ray and Paulie. They fucked into their beautiful rag doll with the endurance of men who were on their second round of the night.

But eventually even they couldn't refrain from coming, first Paulie and then Ray yelling out their orgasms and filling Claire with all the semen they could muster. Paulie had to wait until Ray disengaged, then shifted their comatose fuck toy to the side and retrieved his own spent weapon. They wiped their slimy cocks against her unresponsive lips. As the bottom man Paulie had gotten the brunt of their draining juices, so he visited the bathroom to use one of their monogrammed towels.

The two men laughed and slapped high fives as they exited the front door, leaving Claire asleep and thoroughly fucked, and leaving Jamie and I with the biggest set of horns you can imagine. We raced back to our condo and were fucking like bunnies almost before the door closed. 

Later I wondered if maybe Brent was OK with Claire getting gang banged by thugs while he was away, but decided it was unlikely. When we next met at the cafe Jamie was ever so friendly but every time I looked at Claire all I could see was raw images of her being double fucked and choked by a horse cock. I had to bite my cheek to stay silent. 

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So those are some of our stories. I guess you can see them as cautionary, and resolve to keep your windows closed and the shades drawn tight. But I have to be honest... I wish you wouldn't.

End

With love from Nico, May 2015



Peeping Tom



Okay, so I'm "a dirty old man". I admit it. And do you know what? For one thing I don't give a rat's ass! And for another, tomorrow I'm going to be an even dirtier old man - and that can't be soon enough! I take another sniff at and kiss the spicy-smelling crotch of Tasha's knickers and stroke my rock-hard cock sensuously with my free hand. It stiffens even more and leaps spasmodically in my fist, jetting gouts of my hot slimy sperm over my naked belly, as I lie prostrate on my bed. Ah, Tasha! It can't be soon enough…

It would be easy to say that this all started last weekend, but that's not true. The fact of the matter is that it was seven years ago, almost from the first day I moved into this house. Then, I was in my mid-forties and my ex-wife and I had just divorced – our two kids had grown up and left home and Sally and I suddenly found we had nothing left in common, so we split our assets amicably and called it a day. My new neighbours, Brett and Lola Laney, invited me over to their place for a "welcome to your new house" drink almost immediately I moved in and we have been firm friends ever since. It was then that I met their two children as well, Alan, who was fourteen, and Tasha (Natasha) who had just passed her eleventh birthday.

Even back then, Tasha was simply stunning. She would never be tall, Lola was only about 5ft 5in and Brett would have struggled to clear 5ft 9in, but Tasha had the most gorgeous, just budding breasted, tight little body, and disproportionately long, shapely legs. Both of her parents were dark haired with almost olive skin and Tasha inherited these features. To set them off she had a cute little snub nose, a wide generous mouth, fetchingly crooked teeth and the most startling pair of deep-emerald-green eyes I had ever seen. She had a habit of talking to you with her eyes downcast, then flashing you a crackling stare from under her impossibly long eyelashes. My knees always turned to water whenever she did that to me.

For one so young, Tasha was very sexy in a gamin kind of way and she knew it. She was also very aware of the disturbing effect she had on older men. Right from that first time we met, she "paraded" her body for me, and, no doubt, for every other non-immediate-family mature male she came across. I don't care what all the do-gooders say about protecting juvenile females from "male predators". As soon as puberty starts kicking in most young girls are very aware of their bodies sexually and just love to test out their powers. If the truth were known, it's us older guys who need the protection! Don't get me wrong though. I am dead against any guy forcing himself on any female, no matter what her age is, but in particular if she is very young. At the same time though, if the girl initiates the contact, in full knowledge of what she is doing, and "traps" the guy into doing something foolish, I've never been able to accept any logical reason for the whole world getting upset about it and crying "Statutory Rape!"

Nevertheless, at first I felt very guilty at surreptitiously eyeing that tasty, young bit of tail and fighting off the urge to get her alone to see what her body was really like under her clothes. But eyeing was all it was, I never touched her. Over time the guilty pangs wore off and after a few months I started to admire her openly, at least when her parents were not around. And Tasha, realising that she'd scored another victory, became less and less provocative. Well, most of the time anyway. But, for the next seven years she constantly let me know she was around!

The Laneys had a dog, Duke, one of those stupid Boxer things that are all slobbery playtime and no brains. At times Tasha acted as though she was scared of the animal and would thrash her legs and try to shoo him off if he got too close. It was then that I would get delicious flashes of her inner legs and panties, plus a raised heartbeat and a sudden dryness in my mouth. At other times she would be in her nightclothes and wrestle confidently with the dog on the floor. More flashing limbs and smooth, writhing body! Much sexual angst from yours truly! One time, when Tasha was nearly fourteen, she was laid back in a big soft armchair with Duke stood with his front legs on the seat looming over her astride her slightly parted thighs. We were alone in the room whilst her mother and father were in the kitchen co-operatively making a pot of tea. She started cooing what a lovely dog Duke was and reached down and started scratching his lower belly. When the animal, not surprisingly, started getting a hard-on, Tasha, chewing at her lower lip, gazed speculatively at the gleaming red shaft emerging slowly from his sheath for a few moments then snapped one of those dazzling green stares in my direction. Pushing the dog away from her with a giggle, she rolled off of the chair, flaunting an enticing expanse of bare bottom up her nightdress, and ran off to her room laughing out loud at my obvious discomfort.

Did I say she got less provocative?

When I first met her, Tasha had a particular friend, Christine, who lived quite close by. The two young misses did everything together and seemed to live in each other's pockets, even spending hours on the 'phone to each other when they'd just finished spending all day with each other. It used to drive Brett and Lola crazy! Brett and Lola weren't exactly free spirits and kept a tight rein on both of their children, but Christine's parents were very, very straight-laced. I saw evidence of this one summer's afternoon when Tasha and Christine must have been twelve. My bedroom window overlooked the small courtyard in Laney's back yard where Lola usually hung her laundry out to dry. It was also a bit of a suntrap where Lola used to sit and read in the cooler months. There was a hose-point there that Brett used when he was watering the plants in that part of their garden. I can't recall why, but I was in my room and I heard water splashing and the girls giggling.

Being a "dirty old pervert" I couldn't resist taking a peek through the net curtains at what they were up to and was treated to a most enchanting sight. Tasha and Christine had obviously been sunbathing in their swimsuits on the Laney's back lawn and had got too hot, because Tasha had turned on the garden hose and was spraying them both down. The cold water made their thin, one-piece suits stick to their curvy, lithe young bodies and raised their youthful nipples into hard jutting points. Christine was a blond, larger and softer-bodied than Tasha and her suit's clinging wetness made her breasts look larger and her more like sixteen years old than twelve. Heavenly Jailbait; the both of them!

Not for the last time that summer, I found myself wishing that I was fourteen or fifteen with a legitimate reason for being out there with them, Then I heard Tasha call out, "Hey, Chris, watch this!" Then she pulled the crotch of her bathing suit out to one side and thrust the hose nozzle inside. "Oooh!" She squeaked, "This feels lovely! Come and try it!"

"Ooooooaaaah!" Christine wailed and ran out of my sight with her hands shielding her eyes. "Natasha!" I heard her call out from a distance, "Stop that straight away! You are disgusting!"

Tasha reluctantly turned off the hose and put it away, but looked at it very speculatively on her way to rejoin her friend. I imagine that the pounding water induced some feelings in her that she wouldn't have minded trying again!

The girls got to fifteen and then something happened between them. All of a sudden, Tasha seemed to acquire a whole bunch of new companions and there was no sign of Christine. I asked Lola what had happened, but never really got to the bottom of it. All I could establish was that it had 'something to do with boys'. I hazarded a speculative guess that Tasha and Christine had both had their eyes on the same boy and Christine had won. Of the two of them Christine was the more voluptuous and grown-up looking. Also, I knew from my own schooldays, the blond chicks got a lot more attention than the other girls did; even the redheads who were regarded as being very sexy. But Tasha was even more of a beauty than ever. Ever since I had known her, she had taken dance lessons – modern dance rather than ballet. Consequently, she now had the most superb dancer's body, small breasted, but with strong, smooth thighs and the most gorgeous ass one could ever wish to grasp with the palms of one's hands. That boy must have been a bloody idiot!

The years flew by and Tasha continued to incite my interest by appearing in front of me scantily dressed or moving in such a way that I couldn't help noticing her. I mentioned it once to my daughter Jenny one time when she was visiting. Relating to the way she behaved as a teenager, Jenny said that Tasha was most likely using me as a sounding board to explore and rationalise her sexuality and what her growing body was doing to her. Whatever, a month or so ago Tasha had her eighteenth birthday. Forget about all that 'tiny budding breasts' and 'faint dusting of pubic fuzz' and 'daddy's little girl' shit you typically read in sex and incest fantasies on the Web – females of eighteen are fully-grown women. 

Yes, Tasha was now street-legal; even in America, that strange land where they allow kids to marry at thirteen, yet forbid the publication of sexually explicit material involving anybody under eighteen-years-old. Now I definitely had no qualms about ogling her feminine charms and daydreaming about the things I could do with her given her willing cooperation. But, since I was approaching fifty-three years of age, I knew there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell of anything like that happening; even though I was in better physical shape than most guys half my years and with fifty times their sexual skill and experience. "Never mind the quality, feel the width!"

I came back from an out of town business trip late last Friday evening. I knew that Brett and Lola were going to be away for the weekend - they had sent me an email asking to watch out for Tasha as she was going to be in the house on her own. Alan is away at University. I got up late on the Saturday and immediately got onto the computer to finish off a tender document I had to get to Singapore asap. As a consequence I didn't get my shower until about 10.00am

Back in my bedroom, finishing towelling off and preparing to get dressed, I caught a movement in the corner of my eye from over at the Laney's. Knowing that it could only be Tasha, I eagerly made my way to the window and slightly parted the nets so that I could get a clear sight of her. She was hanging out underwear and other feminine stuff on the line. She looked fantastic, dressed for coolness in a silky wrap-around sarong and a loose cut-off bodice that showed off her flat, smooth belly to perfection. Whenever Tasha bent over to pick something out of the laundry basket, the sarong clung closely to the crack of her shapely ass, showing the outline of her panties, and sending shivers up my spine. Also, her top fell away, giving me enticing glimpses of her firm little breasts and revealing to me that she was not wearing a bra. In no time at all my cock reared to attention and my fingers were dancing up and down my hot flesh while my mind begged: "Please, Tasha! Please stay out there for a while!"

It was that time in the summer when the young queen ants leave their homes and fly out to establish new nests – the morning air was full of them. Tasha must have thought one had flown into the wrap-around, because she suddenly stopped hanging up her undies and started shaking at the flimsy sarong. The insect must have got right inside, because, in the next moment, Tasha pulled the sarong wide open. To my delight, I found myself looking at the full sweep of her youthful, shapely legs all the way up to the most enchanting pair of sky-blue cotton panties I had seen in a long while. And my cock surged even harder in my hand when I saw dark tendrils of her pubic bush escaping from beneath the blue cloth cupping her prominent mound. Tasha was a "natural". She obviously didn't believe in that almost asexual "tailored" look for her pubic hair that so many young women follow these days. My desire to have her grew even stronger.

Tasha still hadn't found the flying ant, even after shaking the sarong vigorously. So, I nearly died when she pulled the material of her panties to one side and parted her legs to check that the insect hadn't crawled inside! The object of my darkest, most lecherous desires for all these years was now wide open to my eyes! I almost creamed on seeing her almost black, curly bush, her mysterious, purple-pink cleft with the hood peeking out from between its soft, pouting lips and the inviting curves of undersides of her ass cheeks! I'm sure I moaned out loud with agonised lust, but Tasha didn't show any signs of hearing me.

I fully expected my fantasy darling to complete her examination quickly and restore herself to a more modest state. But she suddenly seemed to shudder and her nipples sprang out hard beneath the light material of her top. Then, Oh My Dear God, she looked furtively around to make sure she wasn't observed and slipped her free hand into her crotch and started fingering her cleft and pushing one then two of them inside!

I nearly shot my load there and then, but fought off the impulse, hoping to coincide my cum with hers. Tasha half staggered, half ran to the nearby garden seat that her mother used for relaxing and reading on warm days and fell onto it, head thrown back, eyes tight closed, legs akimbo and fingers working headlong at her pussy. But, damn it to hell, her sarong had re-draped itself around her body, as it was designed to do, and, although I knew exactly what she was doing, I couldn't see any detail! 

It only seemed to take a few seconds for Tasha's thighs to snap together, clasping her hand tightly in her crotch. And then she scrunched forward in a tight, heaving-chested ball with her forehead on her knees. Once again, I was watching Tasha have an orgasm. Only this time it was much more powerful than the one I had seen her have six years before when she was twelve! The other difference was that this time I didn't cum. I just stood there in awe, stroking my rampant cock gently and watching her wracking body as she slowly came back down to earth.

It took her nearly ten minutes to recover fully. Then she slowly, almost ruefully it seemed, removed her hand from between her legs to bring her fingers to her lips to lick and suck her sex juices from them. Young Tasha obviously masturbated one heck of a lot and, moreover, liked the taste of her own pussy! Then she stood up and quickly finished hanging out the rest of her washing, now seemingly totally unaffected by what had just transpired. I have a private theory that women are energised by orgasms, not drained by them like men are.

After Tasha had disappeared back inside the house, I allowed my erection to subside and threw some clothes on. Whilst I wasn't at the "blue balls" stage I still felt pretty full and needed something to distract my attention. That 'something' was to set up my camcorder on a tripod so that I could video Tasha when she came out to take down her laundry when it was dry. Who knows, if she was really horny today, as most women get at some stage in their cycle, I might get another show. And this time I would be able to play it back at my leisure, and many times over! 

For the rest of the day I scurried back and forth to my bedroom like a startled rabbit every time I thought I heard a noise for over at the Laney's. I didn't even dare to go out to do some essential food shopping in case I missed seeing Tasha again! Then, at about 3.00pm I heard female voices. At least two of them and they were out by the washing line.

I rushed to my bedroom and started the camcorder going then did a rapid check of the field of view and focus. When I looked through the viewfinder I almost knocked the camera off of the tripod in my surprise. There was only one other girl there with Tasha - it was Christine. I hadn't seen her for a couple of years and, oh my, how Christine had changed. She was a big girl. And I mean a BIG girl. Standing at about 5 ft 10in she must have weighed in at around 170lbs. All of it solid female flesh and with not an ounce of fat on her! Now, I'm no student of women's bra sizes, but I would be astounded to learn if she was anything less than a 40DD. She was simply amazing!

The mike on the camera seemed to be picking up their voices quite easily, so I quickly plugged in some headphones and turned up the gain so that I could listen in.

"You did what?" I heard Christine exclaim.

"I felt so horny, I masturbated…over there on Mom's seat."

"Tasha, you are impossible! What if Tom had been watching? You know his bedroom is only just over that fence!"

They both looked in my direction and I prayed frantically that they would not detect the camera, or me. They looked back at each other.

"Oh, so what if Tom was watching!" Tasha grinned. "I've been teasing him for years. If he did see me, he'd have got a really good show for once. It's about time, the poor old bastard! And anyway, I was thinking about you when I was doing it!"

Oh, how the young can make one feel really good!

"Were you really?" Christine's heckling tone softened and she put her arm around Tasha's waist and drew her to her. "Were you really getting yourself off, all about me…?" And she leaned over to kiss Tasha full on the mouth. Tasha threw her arms around the big girl's neck and kissed her back passionately. And when Christine slipped her hand under Tasha's top to fondle her breast, clearly not for the first time, I nearly knocked the camera over again. But I recovered quickly and zoomed in for a close-up of her hand's busy movements beneath the material.

They broke for air and gazed into each other's eyes, breathing heavily. Christine lifted Tasha's top up over her pert little breast and then resumed her fondling. Tasha's nipple was truly beautiful, standing up full and proud under the influence of Christine's fingers. I desperately wanted to get my cock out of my pants, but decided that that could wait until later. The main priority now was to keep on filming.

"So, what were you thinking about while you were touching your pussy?"

"About what you do to me."

"I do a lot of things to you Tasha. Were you thinking of something in particular?"

Tasha answered softly, "What you do with your finger…you know, this one." And Tasha reached up to touch Christine's index finger as it caressed her bulging erect nipple.

"Do you want it now?"

Tasha nodded weakly, "Oh, please!"

"Well, let's move over to that seat then…"

"But, what if Tom's watching?"

"Then he'll get a good show! But, it doesn't look at though he's there."

I was safe!

Christine led Tasha over to stand in front of the garden seat. Kneeling before her, she swiftly removed the girl's sarong and then, kissing her belly and down her thighs as she did so, her sky blue panties. Tasha was now totally naked, except for her bodice, and was utterly dazzling. The bodice quickly followed the rest of her clothes onto the grass. My hand shook violently as I zeroed the camera in on her to record her beauty for my later delectation. Her breasts were a delight - not more than a handful, but pert and perfectly formed. Her belly was just slightly rounded with the faintest of dark lines of hair running from the deep indentation of her navel, down to her pubis. Her dark bush was thick and luxuriant. I moaned softly to myself, consumed with desire. How heavenly it be to rub my face among those lush, fragrant curls, lapping up her juices and inhaling her scent! Christine, meanwhile, sat back on her heels to gaze at the exquisite sight before her and whistled softly under her breath. Then she told Tasha to sit down.




Peeping Tom



First off let me tell you, I have not always been a peeping tom. In fact, up until last week I would have never began to even think about peeping in someone’s windows for sexual pleasure. Until the night my wife had me search the neighborhood for her damn cat. It’s a pretty enough cat, stays inside and hates my fucking guts! No love lost there, I hate it also. But naturally when it ran outside and wouldn’t come back when she called, I had to go find it. That or have a major fight on my hands with my wife.

I walked the street calling it’s name, knowing full well it would never come to me. Pissed, because I could be watching TV and drinking a beer instead of walking a dark street in search of a cat I could care less about. I saw it run behind some bushes near the black couples house that had moved in about 6 months ago. A nice couple, we had spoken to each other a few times. He stands about 6' 2"s and well built, She is a fucking knock out!

Me being a normal white male at 24, I have always had a jungle love fantasy. Sex with a beautiful black woman and with one as fine as LaTasha, it could only be he greatest thing that could happen to me. I walked quietly back to where I had last seen Zephyr (our cat) run too. Not wanting to get shot for being a burglar, I eased past the bush quietly calling his name. He heard me, looked and ran jumping the fence into their backyard. I went to the gate and called his name again as he ran away.

I could kill that little shit, putting me through this, Becky (my wife) knows he hates me and won’t come to me unless I’m feeding him or being a doorman for him. I was walking back to the street and happened to look in the window as I passed it, the curtains open a few inches and saw LaTasha standing in their bedroom. I had to stop and stare at her beautiful body, even dressed she exuded sexuality. Her breasts about a 38C and her hips flared out from her thin waist. And a ass, what a fucking ass on this woman, typical black woman’s ass, rounded and always stood out from her back about 4's. The kind of ass you could really hold onto when you gave her a good fucking.

I stood there as if I was hypnotized, I couldn’t have moved if you had shot at me. She was standing in front of her mirror admiring her reflection, her hands ran down her sides as she turned sideways, her back to me. Her hands went to the zipper on her dress and I watched as it fell to the floor, she kicked it away and stood in her high cut red panties and matching low cut bra. Her dark skin seemed to glow in the light as she did a slow turn, her eyes never leaving the mirror and mine never leaving her hot body. 

This was too good to be true, her hands reached behind her and undid the clasps on her bra, freeing those wonderful globes of black flesh. Her nipples are a deep dark black contrasting against the more cocoa color of her skin and as thick as my pinkie finger, sticking out at least an inch. She held them up with hands, her fingernails painted to match her undergarments. I watched as her finger tips pinched and pulled at her nipples slowly, her eyes closed and her head leaned back a little. Her red lips opened and I saw her pink tongue lick them then run under her white teeth.

She massaged the marks where the bra had been on too tight, slowly raising each breast to rub them, easing the discomfort of being contained all day. Then her hands went inside the band of her panties, pulling them down slowly, a sexier sight I have never seen. This beautiful black woman doing the most sensuous strip for my eyes, had my dick trying to get out of my pants. I was not going to deny its attempt at escape.

I undid my pants and pulled my hard cock out. And started to jack off. What the hell was I thinking, jacking off in someone’s yard. Regardless of how beautiful this woman is, I could get shot, jailed, many things could happen. What happened was, I jacked off!

Her hands went to her hips and as she took a deep breath, her chest rose and her breasts stood out proud and happy to be free. She turned towards the window and I jumped back, I saw her shadow pass the window. Fearing she would look out I hid behind the large bush. Almost tripping on my pants as I did.

I waited a minute then went back to the window and peered inside again. She had gotten her robe and placed it on the bed. I wiped the sweat from my forehead, the cool evenings breeze felt wonderful on my balls as it went by. LaTasha had sat on the floor with her legs opened wide and was stretching her hands to her toes. Her hairy pussy opened enough that I could see her pink inner pussy surrounded by the black outer lips and the coarse thick hair covering her pussy.

Every time she stretched her hands to her feet her gash would open wide, exposing her inner wetness. I only wished that I could have my face between her thighs when she stretched like that. To be able to kiss such a pretty pussy, but I knew it could never happen. She did her stretches for 5 minutes or so, then stood up and with her back to the window she started bending over and touching her toes. That wonderful ass staring me in the face every time she bent over, and her gash opening to show me her pretty pink inner world. 

Her hips flared out and her black ass shaped so fine had my cock ready to explode, but I wanted to make this last as long as I could, so I slowed my eager hand down. She finished her little exercise and sat on the edge of her bed catching her breath. I watched as her hand slid down to her hairy pussy and she rubbed it lightly. Her eyes closed and her finger spread the coarse black hair away from her thick pussy lips, her fingertip making small circles on her clit as it stood out and glistened from her sweat and pussy juices. 

I watched as her red tipped fingernail entered her slit, the pink pussy swallowing it to the second knuckle. Her hand worked in and out of her, the finger showing her wetness on it. Her other hand went to her firm breast pulling and tweaking her thick nipple. I was pulling on my cock in unison to her finger as she fucked herself with it. Her head rolling side to side as her orgasm was getting closer. Her dark brown eyes closed and her long eyelashes fluttered when she came fiercely, her wide hips bouncing on the bed as she tried to get more of her thin finger in her hot wet pussy.

I came in a rush watching her as she came also, then she took her finger from her seeping pussy and sucked it down her mouth. Her thick red painted lips in a perfectly shaped O as she sucked on it and tasted her pussy juice from it. A smile came to her lips when she removed her finger from that sexy mouth. My legs still shaking as she rose from the bed to go take her nightly shower.

I put my sticky cock back in my pants and quietly left her yard, it had been about 30 minutes or more since I had left looking for the cat and I headed home. Walking in the front door I told my wife.

“I couldn’t find that damn cat anywhere!”

“Oh honey, he got home about 5 minutes or so after you left. Thanks for looking for him though.” she smiled sweetly at me. 

I glared at the cat and he looked away like “Fuck You Too Asshole!”

But all in all it turned out great for me, I left the house looking for one pussy and saw an ever better one. I have started taking a walk in the evenings now, and for some reason I can always find a pretty pussy waiting for me to watch it. In fact I have found 3 other ladies that love to exercise in the nude at night. 2 white women and a nice looking Mexican lady, I have even started taking tissue’s with me for just such an occasion.

Author's Note: 

This story is Pure Fantasy, it never happened. It was only written for, You the Reader and my own enjoyment only! 

I do NOT believe in, or participate in Incest, Violence towards Women OR the Sexual Abuse of a Child of any age, consenting or not! 

If you enjoyed this story, please drop me an email with any suggestions or fantasies you would like to read about. 

Yes, I am a warped individual, but at least I still have my sense of humor! ;-) 



Peeping Tom



Just like always I can hear the nearest neighbour pour water into something before he shuts the water off. The soft padding of feet floating above my head. I follow the footsteps, wandering beneath him. It's fascinating, how I can hear every move he makes. I know when he goes to work, when he comes home, when he sleeps and when he wakes.

I know that he listens to Evanescence when he's feeling sad and Weezer when he's happy. I know that he loves crime shows on tv. And that he rarely watches sports. 

Yes.. 

I know what music he likes and what TV shows he watches. How many friends he has and the smell of his favourite perfume. 

He does not know it, but I know everything there is to know about him. Every little detail. All the way down to what color socks he wore today.. 

I reach up, stretching as far as I can manage, balancing on my tiptoes and touch my cold ceiling. He is what? Nothing more than a few thin inches away from me now.. just a wooden plank away..I feel my heart speed up from that thought, and I close my eyes before I lower myself back down.

I sit down as he sits down and turn on my TV when he does. I channel surf 'til I find the show he is watching.. and settle back down into my couch, grabbing his shirt and sniff it with a deep drag. Groaning as my dick swells from that sweet masculine scent. 

I wonder what he looks like today? Probably just as handsome as yesterday,and the day before that and the day before that again. 

My walls are covered in pictures of him. 

Of him cooking, sleeping, showering, talking on the phone, watching TV.. crying, smiling, yelling, masturbating..

I wish my cameras could catch him better on film. The grainy pictures don't do him justice... doesn't catch his beauty. But I have better ones. Yes, the ones taken outside shows the true beauty of this man. How his long black hair dances in the wind. And how his pale skin almost shimmers in the bright rays from the sun. And how deep his black eyes are when he stares into the camera, unaware that it's him, and not the fluttering pigeons obstructing the view I'm trying to catch on the film. 

Gods, he saw me that time. Stared straight at me.. I can still recall that feeling. How my heart stopped for a couple of seconds, and my breath caught. My body felt so suddenly weak I had trouble pressing the shutter button. The way those eyes lingered on me. 

Fuck.. sometimes I fantasize.. about that precious moment. I pretend that he noticed me. Like really noticed me. That he dreams of me.. that it's my name he whispers when he comes. When that perfect body convulses in rapture and his eyes rolls back as his soft mouth falls slack. White ribbons falling wasted onto his hard stomach.. oh god, I want those salty strings to cover my mouth, my face.. my insides so bad I almost cry.

But I know he doesn't fantasize about me.. Why would he? He doesn't even know I exist.. no one does. And the name that rolls out of his mouth is foreign to me. "Leon..." I don't know who this Leon is. He has a little brother with that name, but I've never seen him with any other Leon. And... it can't be that Leon? Can it? 

I have loved this man, this "pet in a cage" for over two years now. I've got 5 cameras watching his every step and 3 microphones to catch his beautiful voice. Nearly 300 hours of recordings.. Sadly I don't have much more than 96 photographs of him outside. 

I wish I had more..

He has no idea that I'm watching him. That I keep a track of every little thing he does, that I mark my calendar every time he cries, every time he smiles, and every time he says something that has my name in it.

Once.. I'm still pissed that I didn't get that on tape. I keep the recorder on at all times now. Just in case..

Sure, he suspects that something is wrong. That something is just a little amiss.. I can't blame him. In fact.. I would have been disappointed in him if he didn't suspect something.

All those little things. Like when his favourite tee shirt disappeared, and how his cologne is used up so fast. How little things change their position. How the laughing Buddha suddenly looked left, not right.. How the earth of his plants can suddenly be moist when he hasn't watered them for weeks. 

I want him to notice.

At first.. I was terrified when I realized that I had forgotten to put back the lid on his hamper. But now.. its more of a game. I keep changing little things every time I go up there to set up a new camera, or to adjust the sound of a mic, or to just lie in his bed, smelling his pillow. I want him to wonder just what causes it.

I know he suspects ghosts.. I smile to myself as I think about that. I'm his ghost. I have a place in his life, in his world. Even if he doesn't know it.. I have a place. That gives me a little fuzzy feeling.

It's probably still just a little whisper in the back of his head. Just a little paranoid voice telling him that some thing is wrong. And that it's not ghosts doing it, because I've noticed how he stands in his doorframe when he gets home from work. How he stands there listening

Listening for me.. 

Trying to hear if someone is in his apartment, while his right hand rests on his gun. 

Oh yes, he has one.. several in fact. He is a detective.. maybe that's why he loves crime shows so much? 

I shrug to myself, loosening the crick in my neck before I turn on the monitors.. I feel my heartbeat speed up as I watch my obsession in one of the many little windows on my computer. I click the window from the living room couch, the one he is in, so it blows up to cover the whole screen.

MMm, I suck my bottom lip in between my teeth, worrying it, as I lean closer to the screen, touching with my fingers. The camera is hidden high up in a corner of the open room, perfectly set to catch him in this particular spot in the couch. It's his regular seat, right in front of the TV. And I can see him so perfectly here. The way his eyes seem tired, and how his black hair caresses his pale shoulders as he lets it loose from the thin silk ribbon used to keep it behind his back.He is dressed in black dress slacks, his white cotton shirt is tossed to the side and the white wife beater clings sexily to his upper body. He leans back and lets out a sigh, stirring his cup noodles twice with his chopsticks before he lifts them to his mouth and blows gently on the hot food, making the damp smoke coil in the air along with the tight knot in my stomach. 

I whisper his name softly as he sucks the lucky strings into his mouth, a noncommittal look on his handsome features. "Louis...," I've whispered his name at least one million times. It rolls off my tongue like an old friends name, and it hurts me that he doesn't even know mine.

I've wanted to approach him for so long now..and I've been trying to come up with someway to be able to knock on his door with a reason, it's not like I can`t just go up there and knock on his door. I could.. but what the hell could I ask him? "Hello sir, I was just wondering if you could fuck my ass raw?... Please??" Nope... Or..I wanted to go and do just that, was about to go knock on his door and spill the beans, but my only friend, Dexter, pointed out that it would probably be a bad idea. And that it would probably only scare him if I was my usual blunt self... I'm not sure what he means with that. But he's probably right.. he usually is when it comes to social stuff. I've never been good with all that.. 

Besides I'm dimly afraid that I'll lose my ability to speak when the time comes. So I'll have to do something.. clever. 

Dexter is also the one that gave me the idea on how to approach my little.. obsession. I'm pretty sure he didn't meant this when he shared his little devious plan. But it's close enough. I hum to myself as I think about tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow.. it'll all change. For better or for worse..

But for today.. I'm still looking at him through the cold screen, oh god.. it feels like so far away. Even if I know that he is only a few feet away. Right over me.. and I'm staring at him through the little lense hidden from his black eyes, two sparkling jewels the darkest color imaginable. Those eyes could suck me into despair in a matter of seconds. And I wouldn't mind.. not even for a second. To be able to be with him, to know that I have a place in his life. No matter what hidden corner of his mind he chooses to push me into. Even if I'm just the trick or treater that stood outside his door that day... hoping to get a treat.. Anything is better than sitting all alone in this cold apartment. Standing outside looking at something I can never hope to touch. At least I hope to make some impression on him.. 

I glance over to the cardboard box sitting on my table. A single spot illuminating the brown box standing pristine on the dark wooden surface. It's content spread neatly beside it on the dining table, and I can't help the little sly grin that creeps over my features.. oh yeah. He'll remember. 

I can't wait for Halloween..

********HALLOWEEN EVE**

I knock on the door with a certain uncertainty. My palms feel sweaty and I can feel all to well how the rubber mask sucks itself closer to my skin as my breathing increases. Every pull off air into my nose making a quiet shoshing sound in my ears. The air too hot when it comes out again. But I hardly dear to breathe out through my mouth, afraid that I'll be unable to keep any sounds from coming out. 

Why is he taking so long, I know he is home... so why is he taking so long. Oh god.. what if he is watching me right now? Through the peep hole.. I look over to the golden ring, but see no shadow there. Maybe he didn't hear my knocking? 

I reach out again and rap three times, a bit harder this time. But I feel so weak, my knees are shaking and a maddening tickling is exploding in my stomach, and I don't think it's all from arousal. 

Fuck! I almost run when I hear his footsteps and I look at my watch the moment I see that shadow in the golden ring. 8:25. Yes, that's the first time he looked at me. 

I swallow down the bile threatening to surface as I hear him unhook the security chain and open the door wide. 

And there he is, in all his beauty, his hair falling over the sides of his face like a silken curtain opened to the sides, to reveal an astonishingly handsome face. That heartrending beauty makes me catch my breath as startling black stare into my eyes, drowning me.. The first time I saw this face I cried, for the first time since I was a baby.. I wept. It was just to much for me, to pretty for words.. and I knew then that this man could have my body and soul all wrapped up in one neat package if he wanted to.. 

And once again, standing barefoot in the hallway so close, but still unable to touch, I feel tears pressing on. Now that those eyes linger on me, I can see how they travel over my body, an amused smile tugging at his lips when he takes in my black vinyl pants, so tight they look painted on, with thin black thread laced up all the way down from my hips to reveal a thin line of pale skin on each side. 

Something feral fills his black eyes and I find myself unable to hold back a little moan as he reach out with a hand to take my tail from me. A long black kitten's tail with a white tip attached to the back of my pants. Yes, it matches my black half mask with it's furry white tipped ears that covers my eyes and nose, and my black paws perfectly. 

I even have a thick leather collar around my throat with a silver hook in it. But nothing more, nothing more other than my two silver studs, one in each pert nipple. Dexter had told me to dress to impress, I was pretty sure that this could be a little too much, but I wanted to leave an impression. If all I was going to do was ask him if he wanted to trick me or treat me .. oh yeah.. I know he will remember this.

I take a shuddering breath before I ask in the best voice I can manage with my breath racing along with my heart. I can feel how my dick swells against the tight material in an almost painful way, and I know he can see it. But I don't care, I want him to see.. The look he is sending me is something I would never hope for from this man. So hot, so passionate, like I'm something he has wanted for a really long time now, and I know I reflect that same look back .. 

"Trick or treat?" My voice comes out in a shallow pant, unrecognizable even to me. 

"Both..." I've never heard his voice like this before, so heavy. Just a low rumble making my knees buckle under me. That voice holds too many promises of things I could never even dared hope of from this man. 

Thankfully his arms are around me seconds later, stopping me from sagging to the floor, and his smell hits me like a heady summer breeze making me moan low again as I rock my hips against his hot body. I feel his mouth cover mine and my knees give, and I'm thankful that he chose just that moment to lift me up so I can wrap my long legs around his hips.

I feel his hot dick pressing against my ass. Gods, I want him so bad. I need him worse than I need to breathe. And I know, I know! That if I don't get him now, inside me, filling me.. I'm going to die. I rock my hips against him as I kiss him. 

Our mouths work frantically against each other, still just kissing with lips. Sloppily eating at each other. And then I feel his tongue lick my bottom lip. Licking along my teeth, asking me to let him in, and I comply with a satisfied sigh as I open my mouth and push my tongue out to meet his, sucking it greedily into my mouth while I breathe through my nose, the smell of rubber invading my senses. His tongue is tasting me.. every part of my mouth, making a shiver race through my body. I'm so close already, just from this kiss.. Shit! 

I bounce a couple of times as he tosses me onto the bed, oh god. How many times have I wanted to lie just here? How many times have I fantasized about this.. and now, now I'm here.. I can't believe this. Hot swirls of lust tug at my stomach, making it hard to breathe. I'm so hot.. so fucking hot. And I feel so empty, like a vital part of me is missing and the only one that can make me whole again is this man looming over me. Undressing, slowly.. garment by garment. 

I want him so bad on me again, I cry.. little tears running down my cheeks and into my hair, making it stick to my temples with the help of sweat, hidden by my mask. My whole body screams for his touch..My hips are grinding my hard cock against my hand, that skin thin layer of vinyl making it almost painful. I moan his name softly.. and shudder when he leans down to kiss my stomach. Licking at it, biting gently into my skin... sucking little hickey marks as he trails downwards. 

I whimper and thrust my hips up to rub against his chest, the feel of him on me is heady, and I'm pretty sure that I'll come if he keeps this going. Shit! His voice is dark and heavy, making my hairs stand on edge when that silky smooth voice washes over me, pure.. and not as a crackle over my speakers. 

"Holy hell Leon.. I knew you wanted to come over today, but I thought you were unable to make it.. and shit. This costume here, oh my god, you're so fucking hot with that tail.. and these pants.." He licks the outside of my pants, rubbing his face against my bulge and I shudder, even as my heart sinks when I realize that he thinks I'm this Leon..

"Fuck, When did you get your nipples pierced? Gods, Leon..I love them." He reaches a hand up to my left nipple, even as he keeps licking along the top of my pants, teasing me by pressing his cheek against my aching cock. He tugs at my left stud and pulls gently, making the pert bud strain. And I shudder.. gods, I love to have my nipples pinched. 

Oh god! What if I tell him that I'm not Leon? Will he stop then? I'll surely die if he throws me out.. if he stops. I feel my tears coming faster, and I'm unable to hold back a sob.. The pain that wracks through my body is just too bad. It's not me that he wants, but someone else, he thought that I was someone else, still thinks I'm someone else. 

I take a hold of his silky hair and tug, making him crawl up my body. Gazing into his eyes I realize I need to do something... I know he'll stop for sure if I admit that I'm not this Leon person now. But if he finds out later, when he wants me to take off my mask, if he wants me to take it off? 

But oh god, how the hell am I supposed to come up with something intelligent to say, to do, when he licks at my skin like that. Like a hungry cat.. while he abuses my nipple with his fingers. A mixture of pain and pleasure muddling my thoughts.

I stare into his eyes and lick my lips, once, twice before I take a shaky breath. "I'm not Leon..." 

I feel him go ridged in my arms as he studies me.. a slight frown to his features. "Stop playing games Leon, I know you're you.." 

"Ah.. god.. I-I'm not.. I'm Tom. But please.. I don't care.. please.." He stops his movements and stare at me and I feel myself start to sob. Desperate sobs wracking through me. And it hurts, it hurts so bad. That look, I know he is hesitating.. and I can see that still, he finds it hard to believe that I'm not his precious Leon. 

"Not? Leon..?" He smirks before he leans down to kiss me.. hard. And I mewl into the kiss, pouring everything I've got into it. Rubbing my body into his. 

He suddenly pulls back and looks at me puzzled, a slight frown adorning his features as he breathes hard. Whatever it was, he must have understood it now, that I'm really not this Leon person of his. I reach out and grab him as he pulls back.. "Please.. don't."

"Who are you? And what were you doing at my doorstep dressed in...." He let's his eyes rake over my body once again, his gaze lingering on my groin area, staring at the prominent bulge, the swollen head of my cock sticking up from the form fitting fabric, an angry red in color. And the last half of his question come up in a whisper, like it's hard to breathe.. 

"...that?"

I twine my hands through his hair, amazed by the sheer softness of it, contemplating on what to say. "Does it matter? I'm here now.. and I really need you to fuck me.. so please, please, please just for tonight... just don't ask, and instead just fuck me."

A small feeling of relief flow through me as I watch him ponder my request, and I tug at his hair again, making those uncertain dark eyes look into mine... 

"Please.." I sound so needy in that word, so pathetic and weak.

"Please..." But maybe that's what he needed to hear, because he leans down and give me a chaste kiss, just the barest brush of soft lips against mine. Experimentally letting his hand tickle down the side of my stomach, lowering his pelvis to once again rub against me. He is still hard, still ready.. 

"...............Tom?" And the sound of my name spoken like a chaste kiss, makes me shudder under him, my breath coming out in a ragged gasp. 

I nod against his lips, giving him my best smile, but I know my eyes are heavy and that my mouth a little too slack to pull of my regular bright one, I don't care... Louis's chuckle wash over me, taking away all my fears, that trilling laughter holds promises of something dark and sinful. 

"You want my cock Tom?" He lets the question linger on my skin, like melted chocolate.. and I can do nothing but nod while I gaze into his eyes, those dark eyes sparkling with mischief. "What did you say? I need you to say it.. You want me to fill that greedy little fuckhole of yours? Is that it Tom? Tell me.. I need to hear you say it, I need to hear you say how much you want me, how much your hole longs to be filled by my cock."

His voice is so heavy it touches something inside me, something deeper than anything else I have ever felt and I have to take several deep breaths to control my racing heart, and I almost come when he brushes a stray hair from my eyes, leaning down to lick my lip, coaxing an answer from me. "Ah.. god, yesssshh.. I want you to fuck my greedy little fuck hole Louis.. I want you to touch my cock, I need you to fill me up and I need to feel your big cock inside me so bad I'll cry if I don't get it."




Peeping Tom



He growls before he starts undoing my pants by pulling at the thin strings of leather holding them together at the sides, loosening the tight hold they have on my hips so he can peel them down my long legs. A small feral sound comes from his throat as my cock is released from the constricting fabric, it's an angry purple in color, thick veins crawling in rivers up the ridged flesh. Precum already oozing from the slit. 

I feel myself gasp as he lets a moist tongue dart out to taste the little drops gathering in the slit.

"You're beautiful Tom, you know that? How pretty your body is. Please take off your mask. I want to see your face. I want to see my treat.." 

I whimper at his words, and reach up with shaky hands to tug the mask away from my face. A thin layer of damp sweat covers my upper face from having the rubber so tight against my skin for so long, and I don't feel pretty, not at all.. 

But that look in his eyes.. it tells me different, I feel wanted in those eyes. He crawls up my body sucking a nipple ring into his mouth worrying it between his teeth, before he leans up and kisses my eyelids, my temples, my cheekbones, rubbing his thumb over my lips, so I can feel the sour sweet taste of my own precum on that digit. I suck that thumb in between my lips, biting at the appendage, lavishing it with spit. He groan against my face "You are so beautiful Tom.. Do you really want me to fuck you? Am I really that lucky?" 

"Oh god yes! Please.. I-I've.. ah! I've wanted this for so long, I've wanted you for so long.. it hurts. It hurts so bad Louis.. please, please, please help me." 

Hot tears press on again, and I have no chance of stopping them, I feel so lucky, I can't help it.. I know I shouldn't have said that, and I suddenly fear that he'll leave me now. That he'll ask me what I meant. And I know that I can't lie to him. I could never lie to this man hovering over me, his heat beating down on my skin in a tender caress.. just the presence of him on his knees above me making me roll my hips up into thin air, wanting something to rub my hardness against. Shit! And I know.. I know that if he asks.. if he asks, then he'll kick me out. Probably.. Fuck! 

He laughs into my ear, licking my outer shell while he rubs a hand against my flesh, making me moan into the hair falling over my face in thick waves. "What do you mean that you've wanted me for so long? We just met kitten.." 

"No.. I-ah.. gods, I'm your neighbour. I've known who you are for two years now. I've watched you.. and I've wanted you. Ever since that first time I saw you in the hallway, I've craved for you.. but I haven't been able to come up to you sooner, afraid that you would push me away, reject me... that's why I wore the mask. So that it wasn't me you pushed away.. not really."

I look into his eyes, something between amazement, amusement and hint of horror flicking through them. I've never seen this look on his face before. A smile glides over his lips before he leans down to rub his nose against my neck, sucking my flesh into his mouth. I know there will be a mark tomorrow. Gods, a thrill of joy seeps through me when I realize that.. he has marked me. And he isn't leaving. 

"Why on earth would you think that I could have rejected something as hot as this kitten? Only a madman would refuse to fuck that tight ass of yours.." 

I feel a shiver course through me as he starts licking his way down my body. Leaving a trail of little red hickeys all the way down from my chin to my hip bone. "You love this don't you Tom? The feeling of me tasting you? Marking you? I can feel your cock harden in my hand every time I bite into your flesh."

I can only nod in response and he chuckles against my thigh again, that thrilling sound of his low laugh caressing my skin, making goose bumps raise, even when I feel too hot. And he is still moving down between my legs, bending them back so that he is kissing the underside of my knees, tights, ass, using almost only his tongue now.. licking in long languid strokes across my flesh. Oh, so-so close; but never just close enough.

I feel desperation well up inside me, a whine escaping my lips. Oh gods! 

"Tell me Tom, tell me what you need..what do you want me to do?" He swipes his tongue down my crack, stopping just over my hole. And I can feel it twitching. Unsure if I'm doing it on purpose, or if it's my body being that desperate for his touch. 

"Ah! Fuck Louis. You know what I want. Stop teasing me... just, just lick my ass, stick your tongue into my fuckhole and tonguefuck me."

He chuckles again before he breathes out a hot breath of air against my twitching hole. And yes.. I know it's twitching now, and it's not me doing it on purpose.. I can fucking feel my body crave for him. And when he lets his tongue glide over my entrance, I have to bite my lip to stop myself from cumming. Just from that.. 'Shit!'

"I..I.. can't. Fuck! Louis.. I won't be able to hold back. Shit.. I'll cum if you stick your tongue into my ass.."

"But you want it, don't you?" He licks over my hole one more time, pressing the tip of his tongue against it, just barely, but enough.. I have to swallow my gasp before I start shaking with the effort to hold back. 

"Fuck yes, I want it.."

And I cum when he plunges his tongue into my ass, licking my insides while he pumps my cock, milking it as I writhe under him, my whole body spasming as my ass tries to suck him inside.

I lay panting under him while he wriggles a finger inside me, searching for that spot. It's already swollen from my first orgasm and I scream when he brushes it, arching my back, and he uses the opportunity to slip a second finger in alongside the first, making a shiver run through me. But it isn't enough.. 

"More.. fuck! I need more Louis." 

I hear a growl coming from him, and he slips the fingers out in a harsh motion before he is on me, kissing me brutally while he fists my hair, almost hurting me, while he rubs our cocks together. The feeling of him so hard against me, makes my dick swell alongside his till it stands proud again. A little shorter, just a little smaller against his. But I knew that already, I expected it to look like that.. or, what I expected isn't even near to the real thing, but.. I knew he would be just that much bigger than me. 

I watch how he uses both of our precum, alongside some of my first load to slick up his dick. Making it wet and slick. 

And I see how he lifts up a bit so he can position his mushroom head against my entrance, rubbing his cock up and down my crack.. "Gods, Tom.. I'm sorry, but I just want to plunge into you..I really don't want to prepare you. You think you can take that? You think you can take my cock in your greedy little fuckhole without being prepared."

"Fuck Louis.. just please fuck me. I can take it.. I've been fucking myself with a dildo every night, sometimes several times a day.. fantasizing that it was your cock in my ass.." 

Again, he seems a bit shocked at my words, probably wonders if its true, and oh god, it feels like forever. But he gather himself before he smirks, flipping me over so that I'm on my knees, my face pressed into the pillows.And then his hands are on me, rubbing my ass cheeks, grabbing, massaging, spreading my hole for him with his fingers. He spits on my hole and I flinch under him as I feel it run down my crack, coating my balls. 

I feel how his head pushes through, and I savour that feeling. That burning pain filling my ass.. I want him to go slow, to make me really feel it.. while at the same time I long for him to fuck me raw. I want to make him lose himself inside me. So I push back so his balls slap against mine, and his breath come out in the most delicious sounds I have ever heard, and I find myself dimly thinking that I hope I remembered to turn on the recorder..

'I think I did...'

But all thoughts are slammed out as he plunges in again, hitting that special spot dead on, making white stars obscure my view, and all thoughts become muffled under his intense heat as he cradles me from behind while he rocks his hips gently. The warmth of his body like a blanket over me, black strands of hair caressing my shoulders, my sides. Soft lips kissing my shoulder blades as I milk his cock with my ass muscles, rocking gently back against his hips. 

"Ah gods.. Aaa-aah.. fuck, you're so tight kitten.." 

I whimper under him, wanting so desperately to make him go faster, deeper. While at the same time I want him to be this close. His breath caressing the tiny hairs on the back of my neck, while his hand is sneaked around my body, jerking my cock. The other intertwine into my fingers, pushing my hand into the mattress..

The black kittens paws rolled up around my wrists. 

It feels like he is holding a golden string inside my body. Every time he moves his cock, I can feel it tighten in places I have never felt before. All the way from my toes to my fingers and all the way to the top of my head. Behind my eyes.. the coil in my stomach is so tight its hard to breathe. Little white stars dance behind my eyelids and I find myself tighten all my muscles in an effort to regain some sense of control. 

The sheer heat from his body, and the way it feels when he nibbles on my earlobe while harsh puffs of air comes out from his nose as he tries to hold back is driving me crazy. I need him to go faster, to take me harder. If he keeps this almost lazy pace up.. I'll surely die. 

"Faster!! Fuck.. ah! Mhhmm.. harder. Please!! please, please Louis! I can't, I can't survive this pace... ah, I can feel your cock so good inside me.. shit, I'll die if you don't stop this.. this torture.." 

He doesn't say anything, but I can feel him move behind me, feel how he 

pulls out, just the head resting against my gaping hole. A hand pushes at the middle of my back, pressing me further down.

I scream when he plunges inside with a harsh shove. And he isn't slowing down. The pace brutal, fucking me so hard, my knees are losing their grip on the cotton fabric of his sheets, making me slide further and further down as he keeps fucking me raw. And holy hell! It feels so good, I can't stop screaming... like a fucking girl while I try to say his name, over and over again, reminding myself of just who it is fucking me like no tomorrow..

And then the string snaps, unravelling fast, too fast.. making my whole body tense for seconds before I come so hard I see nothing for what feels like a thousand thundering heartbeats, stopping the breath in my lungs. And he never stops his brutal pace, dragging my orgasm out, forcing a third one to follow only minutes behind the second, this one even stronger. I have to bite down into the mattress to keep from dying. Because I know I'm dying. Nothing has ever felt this painfully good. Nothing has ever made me feel so aware of my body. 

And then he is cumming too, his hips jerking against me as he pants out a breath of my name. Nothing I have ever heard has been that beautiful. I can feel something hot and sticky run down my thighs as he pulls out to collapse next to me.. but I don't care. I welcome the feeling, and when he wraps his arms around me and cradles me against his body, his heart thundering against my back. Nothing else matters. Nothing has ever felt this perfect, this complete. And I wish we could make a vacuum of time around us.. 

I have some explaining to do.. I know that. I have to find a way to say everything without saying anything. Cross my fingers and toes, and pray to the gods that he'll let me try to explain if he ever finds out my little secret.

If he'll keep me that is... I feel a smile creep over my face as I snuggle back into his warmth, basking in the soft sound coming from him as he wraps a hand around me and hugs me tighter back against his chest. 

I have a good feeling about this. Maybe. Just maybe.. I don't have to sit behind my monitors to look at him in the future.. 



Peeping Tom



Driving a taxi is no way to make a living, but it's a nice way to pick up a few bucks on the weekends. And when business is good, it's almost worth the effort of hauling drunks out of your back seat, and depositing them on their front porches. I'd cleared over a hundred and fifty (that cold October night), and only had to physically remove one near-comatose body from my cab, when I decided to head for home. I informed the dispatcher of my intentions.

"Wolf, could you do one more run, before you go?" he said over the two-way radio, almost begging, "I don't have anyone else out your way."

"Sure," I said. Hey, I'm an accommodating guy.

"Thank you, car twelve."

He gave me the address, and a few minutes later, I was pulling into a very long driveway. I glanced up towards the house. A custom-built job; these people had money. Thoughts of the value of this particular structure flew out of my head, when I noticed the shadowy figure of a shapely woman, in what I guessed was the bedroom window. She was mostly backlit, but security lights outside illuminated her just enough so that I could see that she was in the altogether. 

Hmm. I'd heard about the folks who lived here, but wasn't sure whether or not to believe it. Another driver, Bill, told me that he'd come to pick them up, and, instead of hopping in the cab, they'd invited him to watch them fuck. Bill left without a word. "Too weird for my taste!" he'd said to me. Personally, I thought Bill (if he wasn't making it up) lacked imagination.

I turned my attention back to the present, and to the window with the naked lady. She was dancing quite provocatively, and held something between her thighs. I could imagine what. 

Stepping out of the cab, I walked to the door and rang the bell. I waited, then, after ringing a second time, glanced into the living room window, to see if anyone was coming. The gorgeous creature I'd seen, darted into the room, and lay down on the couch. She had thrown on a tee-shirt, but was otherwise still unclothed. Reclining on her back, eyes closed, she began rubbing her pussy lazily. Her long, luscious legs were spread wide, her wild raven hair spilling out over the sofa. I went back to the door, and rang a third time.

"May I help you?" asked the man who answered the door. He was dressed only in pajama pants. I couldn't help looking past him, to the woman on the couch. She was still rubbing her pussy, but pretending to be asleep. Neither one of them seemed to be ready for a road-trip.

"Um..." I began, "I have your cab ready," I finished lamely.

"I didn't call a cab," he said, "Honey? Did you call a cab?"

She looked up sleepily, and said, "no, I think Sarah did, but she's gone."

"Sorry, man," said the man at the door, "I guess she got a ride."

I looked over at the couch again, watching this woman rub herself. My cock was growing rigid in my jeans, and these two were pretending that nothing was going on. "That's okay," I said after a time, and went back to my cab. I rolled down the driveway, intent on going straight home. I glanced up at the house once more, and saw the woman re-appear in the bedroom window. She was dancing again, right in front of it, and I finally got the message that she was dancing for me! Damn, I could be slow sometimes. I blamed it on the late hour, and parked the cab in the middle of the driveway. I informed the dispatcher that I would be out of my cab for awhile, and trekked back up to the house. This time, I didn't bother with the front door. My breath coming short, creating puffs of steam in the cold air, I walked boldly up to the window.

Still wearing only her tee-shirt, she pulled it up from time to time, revealing her amble bosom, and perky nipples to my hungry eyes. She turned around, and shook her lovely round ass at me, then picked up a large rubber phallus. Her eyes met mine and she smiled, as she turned back to the window. I thought I saw a slight blush to her cheeks, as she began moving the dildo between her thighs. Propping her foot up on the window-sill, she began moving the rubber cock over and between her pussy-lips. 

My own cock stirred in empathy for the synthetic one she was using. But it was so goddam cold out, it was difficult to get fully erect! I shivered, and rubbed myself through my jeans, warming my tortured member.

As her husband came up behind her, she touched the dildo to her hard little clit. Wrapping his arms around her, he slipped her tee-shirt up, showing off her tits to me again. His hands enveloped her bountiful breasts, and he pinched and squeezed her erect nipples, between forefingers and thumbs. He kissed and nibbled her neck, as she leaned hard against his body; her knees growing weak as she massaged her clit with the rubber cock.

I slipped my gloved hand into my jeans. My penis stirred, but still wasn't quite warm enough to get hard. 'Jeezus fuck!' I said to myself. 'Why couldn't they have invited me inside for this show? Don't they know how fucking cold it is?' I suppose I could have gone back into my heated taxicab, and gone home, but no; I couldn't tear my gaze away from the horny couple in the window. I would stay until final curtain, so to speak.

He was biting her shoulder, pressing her forward, so that her melon-tits flattened against the window. She continued rubbing her pussy with the fake dick in one hand, and with her other hand, reached into her lover's pajama bottoms, rubbing his obviously hard cock. Lucky bastard!

Shedding his pajamas, he lead her over to the bed. He stood at the foot of the bed, and she lay down on her back, with her head pointing towards him. His cock stood proudly before her face, and she kissed his balls lovingly. Pulling her tee-shirt up again, she started playing with her own breasts, still stimulating her clit with her rubber friend.

I startled momentarily, as a car drove by. Fortunately, the property had a nice, thick row of pine trees along the perimeter, so I didn't have to worry about being caught staring into a stranger's window, with my hand in my trousers. When I turned back to the window, the raven-haired beauty inside gave me just the visual inspiration I needed for my poor struggling erection. She had her lover's hard, thick cock firmly in the grip of her ruby lips, and she was furiously fucking herself with her dildo. I grew instantly, and fully, erect! I opened my jeans, and exposed my manhood to the elements. The cold no longer mattered, as my cock generated its own heat. I stroked it hard and fast in my gloved hand, imagining that it was in her mouth, or her cunt, and he was out here, watching! He wrapped his fingers around her hair, and started fucking her mouth; she took him all the way in, her nose poking the underside of his balls. While she deep-throated him, she slammed her dildo deep inside her sweet wet cunt, and writhed in ecstasy. They both knew they were being watched, and it obviously inspired them.

After a time, he pulled his hard-on out of her hungry mouth, and said something to her. I'm guessing he asked her a question, because she smiled and nodded. Then she got up on all fours, with her lovely ass high in the air. She wiggled it sexily, as she re-inserted her dildo. She pushed it in and out of her love-hole, and squeezed her eyes shut. I could see her breasts heaving as he rubbed his cock over her delicious-looking buttocks. He grabbed up a bottle of liquid lubricant, and squirted it on his hand, then stroked his cock with his lubed hand. It was soon glistening. Again he squirted a very liberal dose of the lubricant on his hand, and applied it to her waiting asshole. Oh, god! This was getting even better! My cock twitched, as I anticipated upcoming events. 

He stepped up to her, and pushed the tip of his cock into her anus. He spoke to her, and again, she nodded, and then he pushed his cock into her, inch my inch. Slowly, he inched his way into her ass, pausing for seconds at a time, as she squirmed, and got accustomed to his cock inside her. She grimaced as her asshole was filled with his hard cock, but then smiled and started pushing back against his hips. And he fucked her! Oh, he fucked her ass good, and he fucked her ass hard! And I rubbed my cock with abandon! With his cock up her rectum, and the dildo in her cunt, she must have been feeling very full, indeed. And she loved it. I could tell by the look on her face. Pure bliss, and pure beauty.

Soon, she was slamming her ass against his hips wantonly. Her body shuddered, and shook. Breasts heaving, she let out a silent scream, which echoed off the walls of my mind. She was cumming, I knew, though I could hear nothing through the windows. Soon after, her lover pulled out of her sexy ass, and shot a heavy load of white cream all over her upturned butt. I came mere strokes afterwards, as he smeared his cum into her buttocks with his softening cock, and I spurted on their lawn. Damn, they knew how to put on a show!

I would have stayed to watch their loving after-play, but as soon as my dick went soft, the cold hit me with a vengeance! I quickly adjusted my clothing, ran back to the cab, and turned on the heat full-blast!

"Car twelve," I called dispatch.

"Go ahead, Wolf."

"I'm calling it a night. No one was home."

"Of course not," he said, and I could almost hear his knowing smile over the radio. "See you next weekend?"

"You betcha, Boss!" 



Peeping Tom



Amanda Rodgers was tired. The fifty-five year old widow had had a long day. She worked as a secretary at the local hospital in Northchester in the East Midlands. It had been just over a year since her husband, Stan, had died suddenly on the golf course. Amanda decided to return to work, not for the money, she was comfortable enough but she yearned for the friendship of her colleagues. This alleviated the pain of an empty house since her husband's death. Amanda's only other source of relief were the visits to Hastings to visit her daughter, Terry and her husband Bob. Amanda doted on three year old Lisa, her granddaughter.

Another thing that haunted Amanda was the fact that despite her age she still had a strong sex drive. Now Stan was gone that sexual frustration continued to grow. Each night she would look at herself in the mirror of her bedroom. She stood at five feet ten. She had a relatively slim figure and long smooth legs. She was very proud of her breasts. They were large and very firm. She was very aware that some of the younger female staff members envied her thus.

There were nights when Amanda would also stand in front of the mirror in her nightdress. She would slide the nightdress from her shoulders and allow it to drift to door, revealing her naked and very beautiful body. She would put her hands to her breasts and begin to fondle them. 

Amanda would close her eyes and fantasise that her body was being ravished by a young man. "Ohh," she would moan as she would probe her vagina with her finger. When she felt aroused she would walk backwards towards her bed that was only a foot or so away and lie on it, while she continued to pleasure herself. Amanda would give a deep sigh of satisfaction as soon as she orgsmed. There was only one thing wrong, despite her pleasure and relief, Amanda Rodgers lacked the fulfilment that she craved.

This nightly ritual continued for several weeks until the night she accidentally discovered she had an admirer. It had never occurred to Amanda that the blind in her bedroom conspired with the light to display her silhouette figure as she masturbated, giving a free show to her young neighbour.

It was Wednesday night and as usual Amada was staring in the mirror and pleasuring her body. Suddenly, she became aware of the next door neighbour's dog barking. The dog usually only barked when strangers passed by but this was a persistent bark as if some unwelcome guest would not leave.

Amanda switched on her security cameras that she had discreetly installed for insurance purposes. It was then that she saw what was disturbing he dog. She could see twenty-two year old Tom Collins, a local mechanic, with a pair of binoculars, clearing focusing on her bedroom.

Amanda was initially shocked and then became flattered that this young man was clearly aroused by her. Her first instinct was to report him but then decided to play along. For a further seven nights continued to tease Tom with various suggestive sexual poses in silhouette. 

As the nights passed by Amanda became bolder and more provocative. She opened the blind and pretended to adjust the window. Tom was startled when he saw Amanda as she stood totally naked in front of the window. He couldn't help himself as opened the zipper of his pants. He pulled his hardening dick out and began to stroke it. As the moments ticked by Tom's strokes became faster until eventually he could no longer hold back and shot his milky load into the bushes.

All this time Amanda pretended not to see him as she continued to tease Tom as she fondled and played with her nipples. Eventually Amanda lay down on her bed. She continued to probe her vagina with her finger. "Oooh," she cried several times as she closed her eyes and imagined it was Tom's cock pounding her. At last, as her orgasm exploded, Amanda sighed deeply and gasped for air. It was the best piece of sexual pleasure she had had for a very long time. Before settling down to sleep Amanda Rodgers decided she was going to set a little trap for her young admirer.

***

The following night Tom took up his usual position hidden behind some bushes, just as Amanda had hoped. She chuckled when she observed him on her camera.

Once again the light went on in Amanda's bedroom and Tom was delighted as saw Amanda's shadow behind the blind. 

After a short period of observation through his binoculars Tom began to realise the figure behind the blind not moved. Then he was startled when he heard a familiar voice call his name.

"Hallo, Tom," she said.

Tom jumped and swung around. "Mrs Rodgers, what are you doing? I mean..." Tom froze.

Amanda just smiled.

"This isn't what it looks like," said Tom defensively.

"Oh? What are you doing then?" asked Amanda, trying not to smirk at the young man's predicament.

Tom sighed in complete defeat. "How long have you known?" he asked sheepishly.

"Long enough," replied Amanda firmly.

"Are you going to report me?" asked Tom uneasily.

"Well, let's go inside and discuss that," was all Amanda responded.

A dejected Tom followed Amada as he headed for the side gate that led eventually to her backdoor. It was clear to Tom that this was how Amanda had slipped out without him noticing and caught him in the act.

When they were in the house Amanda turned to Tom. "Don't be so downcast, Tom. I'm not going to throw you to the wolves," she said with a smile.

"What are you going to do?" asked Tom in a puzzled manner.

"Well, that's a very good question. I thought we'd have some tea and discuss it civilly," replied Amanda.

Tom was taken aback. He didn't know what to say and yet he realised that Amanda had him at her mercy. All he could think of was to nod his head.

"Please take a seat," said Amanda as she indicated an armchair.

Tom sat down and observed Amanda as she made her way to the kitchen. He couldn't help admire Amanda's long smooth legs encased in black tights. As she turned her back Tom could see the outline of her lacy purple bra. It made him hard.

Amanda was all too aware of Tom's leering eyes. She had seen it so often in the office and on the street. Tom was behaving just as she had intended.

She remained silent as she made the tea and brought it over. "Will you pour, Tom?"

"Err, sure," responded Tom uneasily.

Amanda took a sip of her tea and then spoke. "So, why me?" she asked.

Tom almost choked on the tea and could only stutter incoherent sentences.

Amanda laughed and handed him a towel. She knew she was completely in charge. Even so, she was both fascinated and curious about Tom's motives. She repeated her previous question. " Why me, Tom? Don't you have a girlfriend?"

Tom just shook his head.

"I'm surprised at that, Tom. I thought you'd have all the girls around here eating out of your hand." said Amanda with a smile. 

Tom blushed. "I'd better go," said Tom as he began to rise.

"Oh, come on, Tom. Don't forget why you're here," said Amanda as put a restraining hand on Tom's shoulder.

Tom looked at Amanda blank faced. "What do you want from me, Mrs Rodgers?" he asked.

"I was going to ask you the same thing," Amanda with a smile.

"I don't understand," responded Tom uneasily.

"You've been spying on me all week. I saw you hiding in the bushes. It was obvious you were fantasising about me. So what would you do with me?" replied Amanda.

"I.." Tom paused.

"Yes?" prompted Amanda with a smile.

Tom plucked up his courage. "I'd have a night of hot passionate sex," declared Tom.

Amanda gave a very broad smile as she sat back and crossed her long smooth legs.

There was a bulge in Tom's pants as she did so and it did not go unnoticed by Amanda.

"How good are you?" asked Amanda slyly.

"I've had no complaints yet," responded Tom with a grin.

Amanda laughed heartily at Tom's reply. "Would you like to prove it?" she asked.

"How?" Tom asked innocently.

Amanda said nothing. She simply smiled at Tom provocatively and using her hand signalled him to follow her. Tom, as if mesmerised, followed her upstairs to her bedroom.

To Tom it all seemed like a dream as Amanda stood before him. Her blonde shoulder length hair reflected the light in the room. He could see too that Amanda's blouse was open far enough for him to see the edge of her bra.

Amanda smiled. "Well?" she asked seductively. Tom needed no more encouragement as he rushed forward and took Amanda in his arms and kissed her moist red lips passionately.

For a few moments Tom continued to kiss Amanda and then began to move to her neck. This made Amanda give a slight moan. As he continued down her neck Tom began to open the remaining buttons of Amanda's blouse. At the same time Amanda unzipped her knee length skirt. The loosened garment floated to the floor just as Tom opened the final button Amanda's blouse and eased it from her shoulders, allowing it to join her discarded skirt.

Tom looked at Amanda with his lust filled eyes as he slipped the straps of her bra from her shoulders. Amanda herself unhooked it and after a giving a little shake of her body it too ended up on the floor.

Tom licked his lips at the sight of Amanda's magnificent breasts. His mouth engulfed Amanda's nipple and he began to suck and nibble.

"Ohhh," cried Amanda as she felt the pleasure of Tom's tongue action. It was the same for her left breast as well.

Now, as he began to move down Amanda's body, Tom kissed and licked as he went, much to Amanda's obvious pleasure as she continued to moan softly. When he reached the edge of her tights Tom knelt down and putting his hand to their rim he gripped them and her purple lacy knickers and rolled them down in one go.

Amanda quickly stepped out of them.

Tom carried her to bed and gently laid on it. Amanda began to fondle her breasts and probe her vagina with her finger.

The sight of this naked and beautiful mature woman pleasuring herself was too much for Tom. As if he had been bitten by a lust filled bug her stripped rapidly, carelessly discarding his clothes. He got on the bed intending to mount Amanda but she pushed him face down on the bed instead. For a few seconds Tom remained puzzled. Then Amanda mounted him and began to kiss and lick his back, much to his delight as it was his turn to moan with pleasure. The older woman continued down Tom's back and then slid off him and lay face down. Tom gladly reciprocated her actions.

Tom finally turned Amanda over and resumed his passionate kissing. This time he moved down to her left breast and once again began to lick, suck and nibble.

"Oh my God!," cried Amanda as Tom continued his work on her breasts. 

"Oooh!" she cried as Tom dived into the deep crevice between Amanda's breasts and began to duplicate his action on her other breast. Tom eventually made his was down Amanda's body. His tongue penetrated her pussy lips and proceeded to lash her clit, once again to Amanda's immense enjoyment. Soon she could feel her love juices slowly gather. Amanda put her hand on Tom's head and he withdrew his tongue. He gently eased his hardened cock inside her and began to pump.

His movement, slow at first, accelerated with each stroke. As for Amanda, the months of pent up sexually frustration told as her body reacted positively and began to move, gradually both settled into a mutually satisfying rhythm. Amanda's hands even gripped Tom's bare hips as if guiding him. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" she cried repeatedly.

They both struggled to prolong this wonderful passion. Eventually though it all became too much as their huge orgasm exploded, leaving them breathless and exhausted.

After a few moments of gasping for air and collecting their thoughts, Tom turned to Amanda. "Well, what did you think?" he asked.

Amanda put her head on Tom's chest. "Like you said Tom, no complaints," she said with a smile.

They hugged each other and soon fell asleep, cradled in each other's arms.

***

The early morning sun was beaming in the window as Tom woke up. He realised he was alone in the bed. The bedroom door suddenly opened and Amanda walked in dressed in a robe with a tray of food in her hand.

"Shit! What time is it?" asked Tom in panic.

"Relax it's only seven thirty," responded Amanda soothingly. "Have some breakfast," Amanda didn't mean to but she realised she had spoken to Tom like a mother.

After a quick shower Tom dressed and then kissed Amanda on the cheek. "Can I see you again tomorrow night?" he asked sheepishly.

"Why not tonight?" responded Amanda.

"Well, I was thinking tomorrow is Friday and as it's a long weekend..." Tom's voice trailed off.

Amanda laughed and then kissed Tom. "I like your thinking," she said.

Tom and Amanda's relationship would blossom for several years. The ritual was always the same as she would stand at the window and tease her lover before allowing him in. 

Even when Tom met Coleen Larkin, a cashier at the local supermarket, Amanda was only too happy to share Tom. Tom and Amanda even had one final fling on the night before his wedding.



Peeping Tom



My sister and I are one year apart but in the same grade; this quirk is the result of me having been held back one year. So we were both ready to graduate this year. One of the benefits of being in the same grade is that we are more or less taking the same classes and studying much of the same things, and so we have fallen into this tendency of studying at the same time in the evening at our dining room table instead of in each of our respective rooms.

Our parents are pretty conservative and very religious, and School is very important to them, and to us - just not quite as much. And they have tied our TV watching privileges to our school performance, including grades and spending time each evening at studies. Not that it’s a problem because we are both good students and neither of us are much into sports (she more than me). We aren’t what anyone would call popular, but we have friends and are not social misfits - we are totally normal, AND we get along really well for a brother and sister.

The last year has been interesting though, in that my sister Julie has caught up to the rest of the girls in the 'physical' department. She was slow developing compared to the other girls, and was always worried about being ‘flat chested.’ Sometimes she would even confide in me about it. But not this year, there was no doubt anymore as she filled right out and now had really nice full breasts.  She was pretty proud about it and started wearing a little bit more show off clothes, though not too much. Like I said my parents were quite religious, and tended to be pretty strict about such things so they kept some tabs on her wardrobe. But she had found ways to rebel.

This evening we were doing math problems and had divided the assignments up (not exactly kosher but hey) and were working out each of our sets. We were sitting in the dining room like every other day, and our folks were right behind us watching TV. A normal evening. After about an hour and a half of study, my sister and I could watch some TV. One thing caught my eye this evening though that was unlike any other.

Julie was working away, her head down with her tongue poking in her cheek the way it does when she is studying. She had on a pretty tight little white shirt, and a loose red skirt. The shirt was ‘tight’ because she was basically growing out of it. But the deal is - she left the top TWO buttons undone tonight and the result was that the front of her top was pulling open and I could totally see her little lacy white bra, and even that would cup open a bit revealing just the edge of her soft white breast whenever she leaned forward. Cleavage and breast always catches my eye no matter what! At my age it’s like a visual magnet, and even if it was my sister, it was this perfect white soft breast swelling so round beneath this fine lacy fabric. 

At first I didn’t really know where to look, and I really could not help myself from peeking. I was getting a mild woody - from my own sister! Pretty weird. At one point she looked up at me, caught my eye and smiled before looking back down at her work. Did she notice? I put my head down and kept trying to do the math - somehow it was harder now. I looked up again and she was leaning forward again, I could see all the way down her top this time so that she was exposed even below the bottom of her bra. I could see her whole breast wrapped in the thin fabric and a little bit of her belly. I even thought I could make out the swell of her nipple. Not much, but for me it was heaven. I was completely muddled now. She caught my eye again, and I went back to my figures. I kept my head down after that.

A moment later I noticed a small square white piece of paper sliding into my view. It was a note. I looked and could see my sisters hand pulling back to her books. She didn’t look at me at all. I looked back at my folks. They didn’t like us talking when we studied unless it was related to what we were doing, and Julie had never done THIS before. I took the note and turned it over. All it said was:

PEEPING TOM

I went crimson. Busted! When I looked up at her, she was quietly giggling to herself, catching my eye again and smiling. Her button still undone, her lacy bra still visible, the swell of her breast in perfect view. But truthfully I was pretty mortified and stayed as focused on my homework as I could. After about another twenty minutes though, I began to think how she had noticed I was looking at her, at her breasts even, and still had not adjusted herself. I glanced again, she caught my eye again and smiled at me. She was still ‘exposed.’ 

I took the note she wrote turned it over, and scribbled:

I CAN’T HELP IT

and slid it over to her. She looked at me as she lay her hand over the paper, slid the note onto her notebook and turned it over. I watched her read it. She smiled slightly as she read it and looked straight at me, then held her finger out and brushed her other over the top toward me: tsk tsk tsk. And I saw her scribble out her first note, then write something else - turn it over and let it sit there for a little while. What did it say? Now I couldn’t do anything, my heart was pounding. Was she blushing?

Next thing I realized, the note came back into my view. I turned it over:

WHY NOT??

My heart was pounding now, my face red. She was teasing me. Flirting even. I took a chance, this was fun, I was going to flirt back:

BECAUSE THEY LOOK GREAT

When she saw that one, her head literally went back a beat and she looked at me her eyes wide and her brows went up, sort of like ‘Wow! I can’t believe you wrote that.’ And then her head went down, she grabbed another sheet and started writing quickly:

U should not be noticing these things - But . . . do U think so? I don’t know?? I think they are too small I don’t think they are even It’s nice to get a boys opinion though  Even if it is U J

I read the note. Absorbed everything in it. We were close, but I had never ever made any kind of physical reference to her body before, and I had no idea how to respond to this . . . where it had gone. She glanced at me a little shy this time, her cheeks were red, and damn her top was still open and she was LETTING me see, smiling at me when she noticed me noticing. My eyes were blinking because my face was getting so hot.

I just wrote back:

I THINK THEY ARE PERFECT

She took the note when she got it, and gave me a big smile. She folded that one in half and put it in her pocket - right over her right breast. Our studies were done and now we could watch some TV. Tonight was CSI, and everybody in our family liked that show so we usually watched in the living room. 

“Get everything finished up,” Dad said.

“Yeah, they weren’t very hard,” my sister volunteered.

“Good. Good. You two were working pretty hard tonight.”

“Huh, huh.” I nodded my head. 

I barely got done with them, with my mind swimming the way it was. My sister sat on the couch and tucked her legs beneath her and grabbed a pillow, looked at me and smiled. She had these cute full cheeks (which were still a little red) and lovely dark almond eyes, very feminine. I was noticing her long light brown hair that fell to the middle of her back and was hanging around her shoulders now. She was playing with her hair. I knew she was pretty. She was barefoot and I looked at her feet, and up her legs past her knees. I noticed the soft swell of her breasts beneath her shirt, the fabric still pulling tight across her chest. Never before had I felt the kind of energy that was between us tonight. Whenever she caught my eye she just smiled tossed her hair back over her shoulders, and I was tongue tied for the first time in my life with her. 

I kept thinking about that note - I THINK THEY ARE PERFECT - which lay in her right breast pocket. 

I could see the outline of the paper in her pocket.

*********

Our schedules did not allow for an evening study at the dining room table for quite a few nights, almost a week, and I totally settled down from before. But on Monday at school I realized as we were getting our assignment that Julie would be getting the same one and tonight we would probably be at the table again. It would be one of our study nights! I actually could feel myself getting an erection as I got the papers. In fact I had to sit a little while in class to let it go down. 

When we settled in for the evening, mom and dad were doing stuff around the house, not watching TV like last time; but there was Julie now in a different top. It was loose, no buttons, but then I noticed. . . It totally fell forward when she leaned over her work. The first time she did it, and then raised herself back up again, she looked right at me. I pretended that I had not noticed - but I had. She did it again. The bra was lacy again, even smaller than before, almost see through silk. I could see the whole curve of her one breast, and definitely the swell of her nipple.  We were filling out a questionnaire and then had to write a short paper. What was she doing to me? I could NOT concentrate.

Then the first note appeared:

ARE YOU A PEEPING TOM AGAIN?

At that moment my folks came in the room and sat at the couch. I curled my hand around the paper to hide my words. I could be busted big time. I could barely breath.

I responded:

I CAN’T HELP IT YOU’RE A TEASE

When she got that note she threw her long hair back on her neck and was preening her hair, twirling it in her finger as she wrote:

LOL But You Like it Right?? I had to get a different bra I grew out of the other one!

I turned the note over after I read it, and feeling very brave this time I wrote:

I like it great! I like what’s inside more!

Her eyes got wide again when she read that one, giving me a sideways glance. I laughed this time, and looked down at my work. In no time I was reading her response:

OMG - Jason! I can NOT believe you wrote that! We could get in trouble I still don’t think they are even  They look different from each other? What do you think??

Now I was being invited to Look! So I peeked a few more times, and wrote:

I CAN’T TELL

Her response:

WAIT!

And she got up from her seat and ran upstairs. Now what?? I was really confused now.

When she got back I could not believe my eyes. Sitting over from me was my sister in a different top. It buttoned up the front and it was much looser this time - and it had the top THREE buttons undone. 

She sat there and I could see her positioning the fabric of her top so that now when she leaned forward I could see her bare breast! She took off her bra! Her breasts seemed smaller now, but it was naked, and I could see her nipple puff out as her breast held this perfect shape. Round like a rain drop. Full and swelling out beneath her top completely fallen forward and open. The whole nipple was totally puffy like a small ball on a bigger round ball. Perfect. Perfect. I was totally hard now and beet red. I looked at her, stared down her shirt. I could NOT help myself. She just kept working on her paper, ignoring me this time, but I knew she knew I could totally see her.

After a little while she wrote another note and slid it to me:

WELL???

THEY’RE BEAUTIFUL

Was all I could think to say.

She quickly wrote back:

NOT THAT!! ARE THEY EVEN??

And I just turned the note over and wrote on the back of it:

I STILL CAN’T TELL I CAN ONLY SEE ONE

She laughed looking down at her own chest and then at me. 

When ‘studies’ were over we got up, and Julie said, “Mom, we’re not quite done yet. I need to look some stuff up on the internet. Jason and I will be at the computer for a while. Is that ok?”

She looked at us, not having any idea of our entire ‘conversation’ of the past half hour. “Yeah, that’s fine. I think I left it on.”

The computer is in the study and she looked back at me. We didn’t have anything else to look up. When we got to the top of the stairs, she took my hand and pulled me along behind into her room. She left the light off and there was only low slanting sunlight coming in through her window. We were standing now behind her door. She turned toward me, stood closer than she ever had before.

“Jason. . .You can Unbutton me.” She was blinking at me now, still holding my hand, breathing hard. Then continued, “To check, I mean.”

I looked at her, put my hand upon her shirt right between her breasts to the first button. My hands were trembling and I started to undo each button until her shirt was open up the middle, and then I opened her shirt and looked at her bare breasts. She just swallowed, and I looked into her eyes and then at her chest.

“You can Touch them.” 

I lay my hands one on each breast and cupped them in my palms, drew circles around her nipples, held them in my fingers. I was breathing in ragged gasps. We were both hot, red. I was completely hard in my jeans and had no idea if she could see, but it was so obvious. Just the two of us standing close, both our heads bowed over her breasts. Our warm breath between us mixing with my sisters perfume and the smell of her hair.

“They’re completely even,” I said (the pretense for this escapade). And we stood there a little while longer, I even let my fingers trace a line down to her belly button.

“Ok. . . That’s enough.” And she took my hands away from her. “We better go to the study for awhile.” And then she started to close up her top again. “Thanks.”

And I followed her into the study where we sat and looked up some sights for a little while, not saying one word. I sat very near her, and could feel the heat coming off her body. I could smell her hair. I could hear her every breath.

I sat so my cheek brushed the hairs at the side of her head, and for a brief moment let my hand set on her leg, feeling bare skin. She sighed when I touched her and looked at me, but we said not a word.

That night I kept looking at my hands which had touched my sisters bare breasts.

*********

At breakfast we were both downstairs filling up our backpacks, and Julie stood by me. She said, “I was being kind of stupid yesterday. Sorry.” 

I looked at her, “Yeah. I mean, I liked it though.” I was openly staring at her chest again as I said that.

She just whispered, noting where my eyes were, “I bet you did. Thanks for all the compliments,” and followed my eyes with a sidelong glance as she went into the kitchen. We never paid this much attention to each other before school. She was being really weird this morning.

I followed her into the kitchen and wanted to continue, “They . . .”

And she quickly went, “sh..” real quiet, and then I heard mom.

Oh man, that was close! I was going to say they were really soft. Oh my God! If mom had heard.

Just as I left, she took my hand again and said, “I put a note in your backpack. Read it and then throw it away!”

“Bye.”

The whole way to school I was in a complete fog. I couldn’t talk with my friends because I kept looking for a place to read this note. It’s not like there is anyplace you can go in school where it would be like private enough to read a note like that. I finally checked out a media room for myself and sat inside and pulled all the shades. I rummaged around in my backpack until I saw a pink piece of paper:

I’ve never let anyone else do that It felt really good  I’m glad it was U This might seem totally crazy but lets watch TV tonight in the basement See you in Geography this afternoon I’m wearing my white top again and my red skirt But . . . I’m not wearing anything Underneath LOL J

P.S. Destroy this note totally!

My eyes went blurry for a moment. It was like the room closed in, the floor was moving. 

When I got in Geography I tend to totally ignore my sister - because she is my sister. But today I could not stop stealing glances and I had got another erection. I was so embarrassed. I was even blushing.  I had to set my notebook on my lap for awhile. She was acting completely normal. And I like did not even believe the note after awhile. I heard nothing of the lecture. I took no notes. I only hoped that Julie took some notes today.

When we left I walked out of the room so that I ended up next to her.  I had to talk to her.

She looked at me, and just nonchalant said, “Did you read what I gave you?”

“Uh, Yeah.”

She was being kind of shy and I was totally tongue tied, but we were trying to be totally ordinary, which was already not the case because we were talking to each other in the hall which we never did. She held her books down in front of her, standing with her feet apart turning her hips back and forth in front of me as I just looked at her legs and tried to think of something to say.

She kept looking at me, a sly smile on her lips, “We can watch TV then? Like I said?”

I just said, “Yeah.”

She smiled, “Ok then,” and started to walk away.

I went up behind her and whispered, “Is it true.”

“Huh?”

“What the note said?”

She just smiled and turned her head and walked away, her hips swaying lightly. Do they always do that? 

Damn.  I had a total woody again.

**********

We were in the basement. It was Friday today and we could hang out in the basement on Fridays until midnight or go out. We rented a bunch of videos (all approved by dad of course). We went downstairs after supper and I sat right next to Julie, after we started the first movie. I was eyeing the red skirt, her body, her breasts.

She looked at me and then pointing said, “Sit over there.”

I was forlorn, and she added, “I mean, not yet silly. It’s 8:00 THEY’RE still up there.”

And so we lounged and watched our first movie. I don’t think that I had retained a single story of the entire show. I kept glancing over at Julie who was sitting on the sofa with her legs curled beneath her the way she does, but now with her skirt up around her legs - and with what she told me - I was watching her soft creamy legs and her top stretching tight across her breasts. She was holding a pillow at her front, her head leaning against a cushion. She was noticing how I looked at her tonight, and I sensed a sort of satisfaction. Of her being watched, of me thinking she was pretty.

At about 10:30 she came over and sat next to me. 

“Next movie is kind of scary. Can I sit next to you?” She looked up the stairs, twisting herself and leaning forward in front of me to do so.

I looked down her top again - no bra! Oh my God. I laughed. She looked at me, “Whaaat?”

“When did you do that?” As I oogled down her chest. 

She smiled and fell back on the sofa, “Don’t be so bad.” Then a pause followed by, “When we got popcorn.”

Then I looked at her skirt, and asked again, “Is it true?”

She settled comfortably on the sofa, laying her head back on the cushion relaxed with her arms by her side, legs parted lightly, and a very vacant stare on her face looking my way. “Why don't you Check.”

She just sat there, didn’t move.

I paused for a awhile. We watched the movie. Did she say what I thought she did? I just kept looking at her, but she was just watching the movie, not moving at all. Occasionally putting a little popcorn in her mouth.

Finally, I lay my hand on her leg, just as I had at the computer the other day. I slid a little closer. She did not react at all, but was letting me sit close and lay my hand right on her thigh. I was right next to her and could feel the heat coming off her body. She smelled so good, and I could feel her fine hairs brushing against my shoulder and arm. I started to stroke her leg and let my fingers slide beneath the edge of her skirt. 

No reaction, she was just sitting there, perfectly still, watching the movie. I know she could feel what I was doing. I kept stroking and sliding my hand on her thigh, including up under her skirt and back down to her knee. I could literally feel her thighs getting warmer and warmer as I let my fingers reach higher under her skirt and in between her legs. She was letting me do whatever I wanted. So I kept reaching . . . higher . . . Until . . . I brushed into her hair, curly, thin hairs. It was true! I traced my finger across the top outline of her pussy as I was watching her and let my fingers fall right between her legs. It was damp. She was breathing in hard now and I could see her heart beating. 




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I cupped my hand right over her - over her pussy - and let my fingers curl down between her legs. Soft curly hair splaying up between my fingers, and it folded in at the middle. I rubbed my fingers up and down between her legs and she opened her legs wider, pushed her hips up into my hand as she slid herself lower on the couch. I felt my fingers slipping between the folds of skin and she was wet! I kept pressing until it was all soft wet skin and I could slide my fingers easily up and down through her middle. 

She looked at me briefly, smiled lightly acknowledging what I was doing, and then turned back to the movie. Her cheeks were bright red. Her dress was fallen down around her legs, looking almost ordinary except for where it rose up and around where my hand was reaching under her skirt. The light was low.

I let my fingers slip through her center, down then back up again until my whole hand was wet, slippery. She was staying completely still except that her legs were extending ever so slightly wider on the couch and she had put her one hand on my thigh brushing her fingers across my leg. 

I whispered to her, “Can I see too?”

She said quietly, “Just keep doing that a little longer. It feels nice.” 

I complied and rubbed her softly between her legs, letting my fingers slide along her wet pussy, up and down. I was turning the folds of skin in my fingers, exploring her with my hand. Letting my finger push just inside of her vagina which was creamy wet. And Rubbing all the way up to her belly beneath her skirt. She was letting me do anything I wanted.

And she also was letting her hand raise up so that it was now laying right on my penis which was as hard as it had ever been in my life. She opened her eyes looking down at my lap and moved her hand directly onto my penis. Then began to wrap her fingers around my cock, feeling along its length, tracing around its edges. So that’s how we sat there in the low light ‘watching’ our movie.

“Let me, uh, can I see now,” I whispered again as I started to lift her skirt up.

She looked at me without answering. And she turned herself so she was laying on her back on the couch, head resting against the end cushion; and I raised up her skirt slowly up her thighs. Until it was up around her waist and I was looking at a naked pussy. Hers was light light brown, a thin strip of hair running up the middle from her pussy. A very thin downy line of hair continuing upward toward her abdomen, but none on either side of her pussy lips, bare skin. Her puss was shiny wet, and a pink line ran down the center where I had been rubbing her. I stroked her absently, touching her as I stared down between her legs. I had never been so aroused.

She sat herself up again and reached with her hands to unbuckle my pants. I was letting her but then put my hand down on hers, “what if mom or dad come down here to check on us.” She looked up the stairs.

“Go get your robe.  What time is it?” She said to me, sitting upright now with her skirt still up around her waist and her legs splayed open in front of me.

“11:00" I answered. She paused.

“Here, wait a sec,” and she reached into my jeans through the top, as she had already unsnapped and unzipped them. 

I just let her. She reached her hands under my underwear and wrapped her fingers around my penis. It was wet at the end too? She held me and stroked me, wrapped her little hand around my balls as best she could, tugging my jeans down in the process. I just sat back and let her. Feeling her hand sliding along my penis was really getting me aroused and I was moving my hips so my penis was sliding in her hands. Plus, her skirt was still hiked up around her waist and I could still look straight at her pussy from where I was sitting. She was spreading my wetness around and sliding her hand up and down the shaft of my penis in a steady motion. 

I just said, “Keep doing that!”

And she did, and I was so aroused that I felt myself start coming after a little while of her steady motions on me, and suddenly was spraying come all up onto my shirt and even just a few drops on her leg. She laughed. I had white lines of come all up my shirt, up to my collar.

My eyes got wide, “Oh my God! Shit.”

She was laughing, “Look at you!”

“What’ll we do?” 

She leaned back away from me, sitting there with my penis sticking out of my pants. She was still laughing, “I’ll wash it.” (Julie washed all her own clothes).

Just then, we heard mom at the top of the stairs, “It’s almost Midnight. Wrap things up and come to bed.”

My eyes were wide as saucers as I heard moms voice, I looked at Julie. 

Julie lay there laughing, pulling her skirt down around her legs, “Ok, mom.”

**************

Next day looked totally normal, like every other day. We went downstairs got breakfast and filled our backpacks - but nothing ‘felt’ normal anymore. We were glancing at one another smiling at each other, acknowledging that Friday night before with our eyes. This had to be our secret, and we knew that. 

We both left notes in each others backpacks:

J I had a lot of fun Friday Hope you did too I can’t believe it happened! Hope you hid my shirt good Until Next Time J

J U felt so good I never done THAT before either U are the first Love J

When I got home, Julie was sitting in my room with another note. She handed it to me and then went into the hall. 

J I want to have an orgasm too I can show you how if you want me to Looks like I already know how with U Next Time? How About Wednesday?? Love J

I sat and read the note over and over. ‘I can show you how. . .’ Wednesday was in two days, and it was the night that my parents had bible study. They were gone for only two hours. We would have two hours.

Our days were pretty normal, and we passed just a few more notes before Wednesday. Things like:

I’M OUTGROWING MY BRA AGAIN WHAT SHOULD I GET?? LOL

And:

I KEEP REMEMBERING THE OTHER NIGHT

And:

DON’T WEAR ANYTHING UNDERNEATH TOMORROW IN GEOGRAPHY IF YOU AREN’T THEN WEAR YOUR FLOWER SUMMER DRESS

To which she replied:

OMG JASON! I CAN NOT BELIEVE YOU WROTE THAT!

(But she complied!)

Wednesday arrived and our parents left. We had about two and a half hours - two hours to be safe. The nervousness between us when the front door closed was palpable.

“Lets put our robes on,” was Julies idea. “Then I can come into your room.”

We rushed to our rooms. I was pulling my clothes off and then decided to arrange them so I could put them on as fast as possible. I wanted as much time as possible. I sat expectantly on the edge of my bed, waiting. It seemed like forever. 

What was taking her so long?

She came into my room wearing her green baby doll robe, it was a shiny silky fabric. I could tell she had on nothing else. I could see her bare legs and down between her breasts because she had it tied off low. I just had a blue plaid flannel robe. 

She sat on the bed next to me saying, “ok,” and started to untie herself. I followed her evenly. 

“Just a sec,” I jumped up, she froze in place, and I turned off the ceiling light and then turned on one of the smaller lamps.

We opened our robes and sort of exposed ourselves to one another at the same time.

I was examining her now and in a matter of fact tone said, “I think your breasts are getting bigger,” and I reached my hand out to touch them. She leaned her breast into my hand letting her robe slide down her shoulders.

"You think so?"

We let our robes fall down around us and then threw them onto the floor, and she lay back on the bed. I was running my hand up and down her front from her tummy up and across her breasts, touching her puffy nipples.

She took my hand, and guided it lower,  “Here. Ok. Let me show you something.”

She was guiding my hand between her legs, she was lifting and opening her knees as she held herself up on her elbows holding my hand. I positioned myself between her legs and let my fingers press into her pussy where she was guiding, looking at her naked body the whole time. She was totally opening her legs up to me. I was already so hard it hurt. She was wet again! 

“Slide your fingers up and down like this. Feel that. Up...Up. There! That’s my clitoris. You rub circles, like this, around it. Harder, Yeah. Like that. Then slide up and down and keep on doing that.”

She put her head back into the pillow, relaxed into the bed and closed her eyes. 

I complied with my hand down between her open legs. She was rocking her hips against my hand lightly. “Now Feel, lower, lower . . .” she continued. “There, now press - IN. Yeah!” 

I was pressing my fingers up inside of her. Her vagina. It was soft and rough at the same time. 

I heard her go, “Mmmmmmmmm” as she arched her back. “Keep doing that.”

So I did, and she started to breath harder and press harder into my hand with both hands wrapped round mine pushing me down into her, squirming her body around on the bed. I was rubbing her faster and faster, until her hips were rocking against my hand in a rythem to my motions - basically showing me what to do with her whole body. When suddenly she was breathing fast, and panting, “Ohhh, Ohhh . . . I think I’m coming. Oh my God! So . . . Good.” And she had these wonderful breathy, “Keep doing it. Your making me come. . . . Oh . . . Mmmmmmm, I love you!” She was arching her back and pressing her puss hard into my hand, I had my finger up inside her and could feel her puss quivering on my hand, her hips bucking, spasming with her orgasm.

And she fell back onto the bed, smiling and looking at me totally comfortable and natural, both of us there completely naked in front of each other. Her eyes were on fire and she was lifting herself onto her elbows again. Her hair was disheveled around her shoulders, she was smiling, her legs still apart around me when she pulled me toward her. Skin to skin.

“Here come here,” and she laid me on the bed now beside her. “I have a friend who told me about this.”

And without any warning she bent her head low and wrapped her whole mouth around my penis. I had always wanted a girl to do this. It felt so good. I was pressing my penis so it slid in and out of her mouth. It was amazing to look down and see her red lips wrapped around my penis, letting herself rock back and forth on me as I pressed my cock back into her throat. She kept a steady pressure and held onto my thighs, until now I could feel myself starting to come!

“Ahhh. Ahhh. . . “

And I started spraying into her mouth, and when she felt that she pulled her mouth away, but it kept spraying and went all up and down the front of her. She was a mess. I came so much. 

She looked at herself and just said, “Oh, I couldn’t swallow it all.” 

Her lips were bright red and I took my robe and started to wipe her off. I would never be able to look at her mouth, with those red red lips, the same way ever again. I had come in her mouth!

Even though I had just come I was still hard. So we laid back down next to each other and kept massaging and touching and rubbing each other, exploring, letting our skin slide together. She kept wrapping her hand around my penis and touching, rubbing and pulling on it. It felt so good being together like this.

She cooed to me playfully, “Kiss me.”

I leaned in to her and kissed her mouth. She wrapped her arms around my waist and I could feel my penis touching her belly. We wrapped our legs around each other. We kept kissing like that when she said, “Open your mouth, kiss me like a boy would.”

I did and we let our tongues slide along our teeth and I was getting so aroused again, we pressed so tight together, I let my leg go up over her legs and started to roll on top of her. Her eyes got so wide as she looked up at me pinning her down on the bed with my weight. I let my cock fall down between her legs and let it touch her pussy as I kept kissing and tonguing her. We stopped kissing and both looked down between us as I let my cock slide up and down through her pink middle like my fingers had. 

She looked at the clock. “We only have about twenty minutes Jason!” She knew what I was thinking.

“I just want to feel myself inside you.”

She looked at the clock again, “Just a little minute. Then pull out right away!” Her eyes were wide as she stared up at me. 

I pressed slowly and felt myself slide right inside of her - god she was wet!

She laid there perfectly still holding my arms, but then she was grabbing me with her nails, “Oh, Wait! It hurts, it hurts. Ow. Ow. Ow. Hold it. Don’t move!”

But I was so aroused that I kept pressing a little harder. I wanted to be deep inside her and felt something give way and then slid so I was all the way, deep inside.

“Ow ow ow. Don’t move Jason, hold it. Hold on.“ 

I held myself up, she was pushing against my chest like she was holding me in place. Our legs were tangled together and I stayed buried in her puss, we were hip to hip, and I held as still as I could with her vagina pressing all around my cock. Her face was mottled, her lips red, open. I could see her white teeth. She was watching me, and then down between our legs. You could see her little bush rise up from where we were pressed together. And we waited. Not moving, just her arms pushing up on my chest for that little moment as we tried to hold still. One of the most amazing moments of my life. Like the center of a storm.

I loved the way she looked with her hair wrapped all around her head, pressed down into the bed. Her beautiful eyes staring up at me. I kissed her again and she melted into me.

Then she said, “ok. Ok. But SLOW. Move out a little, yeah. Now. . ." and she was wrapping her hands around my hips and pulling me back toward her. "Yeah. Better." She was sliding her hips now, letting me slide deeply inside again. So I rose and fell on her body, as she lay with her legs open and hands pressing on my chest. We were all liquid against each other, sweat and hair, kisses and skin. Rising and falling together, filling ourselves with the other. I never felt such desire. We were one. 

She hugged me to herself, kissed me and then said, "We have to stop now. Ok? Slide out.” And I did.

I laid beside her. There was a little blood on my penis, blood on the bedspread. 

“What did I do?”

“Oh. Ow.” She was sitting herself up on her elbows again looking down at her bush. 

“I think you just busted my cherry Jason!”

“I’m sorry.”

She lay on her back, laughed and smiled at me. Glowing, “A little late for that!" She was cupping her puss with her hand.  "It’s ok. It's fine. Hey Jason, you’re my first. Again.”

But then I was like, “We have got to clean up. They’ll be here soon.” 

Time was up! It was to the two hour mark, we had only a little longer. We threw everything into my closet (for Julie to wash later) including the bedspread, running around the room both of us naked.

Then she got this mischievous little grin, “Lets take a shower.”

“Now! We can’t.”

“Look I'm, we're both, a mess, we NEED to clean up.” She was standing naked in my room. We smelled of sex. I had to agree.

"Real quick."

************

She took my hand and pulled me into the bathroom, and we turned on the shower and both got in. I was hard again, still totally horny as I was looking at my sisters beautiful ass, her thin waist. I was watching my sister lather herself up and clean between her legs and started to nuzzle up behind her, making it so my penis was pointing up between her legs..

“No. Jason! No! That’s enough now. I’m totally sore. Another time...”

I persisted and she opened her legs a bit and let me slide my penis across her wetness. Then I heard her, “Mmmmm.” And in another moment she cooed, “God, oh that feels so good,” as I wrapped my arms around her at the same time and squeezed her breasts and trailed my hands down to the front of her puss. 

Her resistence melted. I guided my penis so that it started to press just inside of her, and she sighed, turned her head so it was right at my ear. 

“You’re being so bad. Not very far though. It still hurts a little,” and she gave me a little peck on my cheek.

So I let just my tip inside, then out again so I rested right at the opening, and then pressed back inside just a little bit. We stood there while I pressed inside and then let myself right at the opening again. The water was falling around us and I was kissing her neck as she bent her cheek to me, fucking slowly, carefully again in the shower.

“So good . . .” she whispered in my ear. And she was letting her head drop so that the water was running over her hair and down her back.

I could tell how deep to go because of when she would start to tense up, and I WAS trying to be careful. The pleasure was really rising in her though and I could tell she was really liking it, it was hurting less. She was starting to rock her hips and push against me reaching her hand back and feeling my balls. Until she was pushing against me so hard, trying to get me in as deeply as she could. I had my hands wrapped around her hips pulling her to me, then reaching around and rubbing her clit. She was undulating her hips into my hand and against my cock.

Fucking her from behind like this was tighter around my penis too and I could feel myself starting to come again, I could feel it rising suddenly and then spraying inside of her. I could NOT control myself. I could feel myself spasming as I came, my legs were weak.

She looked back at me, “You’re so bad! Jason, I can feel you coming.”

I let myself slip out of her, still holding her hips. 

She turned and faced me with her hands out in the air looking down at her bush again, “Now I’m a mess again.” And she hit me with her open palm lightly. "Pervert!"

And I still felt totally horny, with my soaking wet sister standing facing me. 

I said, “Here, let me, I’ll clean you up,” and I soaped my hand and started to rub her pussy again with my open hand and was insinuating my fingers into her. She backed away. And I kept moving toward her and grabbing at her, wrapping my hand around her ass. 

She started playfully backing up, play fighting, hitting at me saying “That’s all. . . I. Oh. Oh. . .No!" 

I just kept coming closer trying to wrap my arms around her now, struggling a little bit.

She kept getting louder as we wrestled, until she shrieked,  "Ahh! Jason! Stop it!” 

Just then, we heard it! The front door - fwoomp. Mom and dad at the door!

We stared at each other in a panic. “Shit. Shit. Shit. I told you!” She hissed.

"You wanted to take the shower."

"Well, you wated to fuck me!" 

We were both still in the shower.

I jumped out as fast as I could and ran right into my room, closed the door. 

For a second, not believing the situation and escaping disaster, I just started to laugh silently. There we were in the shower - together. Having sex in the shower. Our folks in the house. I could not believe what had just happened.

Luckily my clothes were laying in a pile, I had arranged them. I put them on as fast as I could.

Then I started making the bed.

Mom and dad opened the door, looked in. “What are you doing?”

“Making my bed.”

“Take a picture, my boy is growing up.”

“How come your hair is wet? You’re sweating.”

“I was mowing the lawn. Julie was helping with some chores, and she wanted to take a shower and then I will." I was acting as calm as possible.

They looked at me, then around the room, then closed the door.

I just dropped down onto the floor.

*********

A little while later sis popped her head into my room wearing just her yellow nightie. She walked up to me and stood very close without touching me. I could feel her breath as she said, “I need my robe.” 

It was laying beside the bed and she reached down and picked it up. She just held it in her hand, and stood before me in her little yellow nightie. I reached my hands up and lay them on her breasts over the nightie. I could feel her nipples tighten and she looked down at my hands, no resistence, pressing lightly against me. I had another erection.




Peeping Tom



"They're still even sis," I smiled.

She looked back up at me and continued distractedly - my hands still playing, squeezing her breasts - “Well . . . uh. . . Mmmm, that's nice." Before she lay her hands on mine and pulled them down to my side, brushed my cock over my jeans with her hand and stepped back, "You have to stop it!"

We were both still so aroused. She looked back at the bed, then at me and continued, "Uh . . . Oh, mom told me to tell you that you can use the shower now.” She giggled and turned to leave the room. 

As she did though she lifted her nightie from the back, exposing her perfect little ass to me, looking back at me as she did it, “Good Night!”

When I lay down on my bed that night there was a little note with a heart drawn around it on my pillow:

J DAD SAID WE NEED TO STUDY TOMORROW

BUT I WAS THINKING MAYBE LATER TONIGHT IN MY ROOM :) LOVE J

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Peeping Tom



I would like to thank everyone for reading my stories and providing such wonderful feedback. A lot of the feedback has suggested that I give more detail about my Mom’s panties. I really appreciate the votes and feedback. And I promise I will try to do a better job at spell checking.

I’ve told you how my mom comes home everyday, stands in front of her hall closet and strips to her panties as she talks with my two sisters and me. Lucky me huh, two sisters and mom all with nice bodies that wear sexy panties. All of us siblings are over 18. My oldest sister does not live with us, but when she comes to visit she usually stays over night which affords me the opportunity to se her in just her panties and sometimes even nude when she goes from the bedroom to the hall bathroom. Lucky for me, My sister’s room, my mom’s closet and the hall bathroom are all accessed from the family room where I can sit in the right chair and get a pleasant view of all of them going and coming from the bathroom. Anyway, back to mom. 

Today was no different she came home like clock work, we all kissed and hugged her then mom walked to her closet and began the strip. Mom is 5’7, 130, with 36D boobs with nipples that must be an inch long X ½ inch long and perfectly proportioned areola that serve to highlight nipples and the almost perfect globes of her breast. Even at 40 and after 3 kids mom’s boobs seemed to defy gravity the way they set so full and somewhat perky on her chest. Sometimes I’d get the pleasure of seeing all three women topless at the same time and often compared the 20-year-old breast to my mom’s. Mom would win hands down. 

Imagine how hard my dick would be, being a panty man, seeing three sexy bodies in just panties with gorgeous boobs bouncing as they moved about the house. My sister’s wore the more sexy bikini style panties while mom only allowed me to see her in her full cut, nylon, pastel panties. I did not realize she had other much more sexy styles until I was sifting through her panty drawer one day after I had started wearing her panties. I went to her drawer because I could not find any of her sexy panties hanging in the bathroom.  Seeing mom in only her full cut briefs was no disappointment though. Mom’s waist was so narrow and her hips so sexy and full, round, ass that made even the granniest looking panties look sexy on her sexy body. Many days she would strip down to her panties and leave her heels on as she moved around the house while talking to my sister’s and me.  

I watched mom’s every step as she went to her closet and pulled the door open, reached behind her to unzip her dress. I watched that zipper go all the way down exposing the back of her white bra then the top of her pastel blue nylon briefs and her sheer to waist pantyhose. Today’s panties had lace trim around the waist. With her back still to me she pulled the dress off her shoulders then pulled it down over her ample, gorgeous, panty and hose covered ass. Bending slightly at the waist mom took stepped out of the dress then went in her closet to hang it up. When she came back out she was facing me as she asked me about my day. Still facing me giving me a full frontal view of her sexy body, with the lower body covered in the blue nylon lace top briefs and the sheer hose, and some sexy pumps. As she talked she walked in the room where I was and stopped in front of the door to my sister’s room. As she was walking she pulled her bra straps off her shoulders then pulled her bra off of her gorgeous tits. Mom pulled the bra clear of her boobs, then while still talking to me she took both of tits into her hands and massaged them as if relieved to have them released from the confines of the bra. She did this all while looking at and talking to me. She HAD to notice the erection in my pants. I am sure I was looking quite faint with all the blood in my body rushing to my dick. WOW mom was turning me on. 

When she released her boobs it was hard to notice if they dropped at all. Mom’s nipples were hard by now and her boobs seemed fuller than any other time. She raised her hands to stretched and her gorgeous body looked like one for the pages of playboy. But all I could think was that I wanted her body stretched out on the floor with mine on top of hers and my about to explode cock buried between her big tits. 

After the stretch mom turned the bra around at her waist to unfastened and remove it from her body. Just as she finished my sister stepped in the doorway of her bedroom wearing nothing but a sexy, brown, sheer, nylon, bra and panty set that clearly showed her tits and puffy pussy mound. She asked my mom to come to her room. They both turned to go in her room given me a full view of their nylon covered ass’s. Mom is taller than my sister and has a much fuller ass that always makes me hard no matter what she is wearing but especially in a dress and heels. My sister’s ass though not as full looks very nice and I can clearly see the crack of her ass through the sheer material of her panties. 

Mom stops at the doorway leaning against the frame with her ass in my full view. I studied the panties covering her ass through the pantyhose. I had seen them panties before I had even worn them. The last time I saw them I pulled them from her drawer. They are Vanity Fair; full cut, nylon briefs, with a ½ inch of tightly woven lace trim around the entire waist. I rubbed them in my hands, then over my face, my neck, then down my bare chest and on down to my hard cock. I wrapped those sexy panties around my dick as I fell back on her bed and stroked my panty-covered dick as I recalled the previous time I had seen my mother’s wonderful ass covered in the very panties that were wrapped around my hard dick. I stroked my dick fantasizing about spreading mom’s full butt cheeks, running my tongue up and down the crack of her ass. I dream of watching her hands spread her cheeks apart for me to open her puckered asshole so that my tongue may reach inside her asshole. Mother has her first orgasm as I tongue fuck her asshole. When she calms down some she taps me on the shoulder as her signal that she is ready for my to put my dick in her tight ass. I raise up running my tongue up her ass crack, over her small waist, then move up her spine as I grab hold of my dick to aim it at her tight asshole. Mom reaches back and takes my dick from my hands then guides it to her asshole. 

Once my dick head comes in contact with her tight ass hole she releases my dick, puts both hands on her ass cheeks then pulls them further apart as she pushes back and causes my dick to slowly disappeared into her ass. Slowly she pushes back until my dick is fully buried in her ass. Only then does she release her ass cheeks, turns to me and demands that I fuck her hard and fast. 

I lay on the bed stroking my dick covered in her panties until I am just about ready to cum. Since this is an anal sex fantasy I take the time to unwrap the panties from my dick so that I can find the back side of the panties and shoot my load right about where I figure her asshole would be. 

I can’t hold back any longer and my balls erupt filling mom’s nylon panty crotch full of my thick, creamy cum. It does not all stay in the crotch but spreads to the backside of the panties that would be covering mom’s ass. It’s time for me to get to work so I rub the cum around in the crotch of the panties so and put them back as I found them in her drawer. 

I like to cum in mom’s panties and bras then put them back in the drawer for the cum to dry and hopefully go unnoticed when she puts them on. I always imagine she puts them on and her juices mix with mine when she gets horny and her pussy juice drips in her panties. I also like to fill the cups of her when I fantasize about putting my dick between her big tits and tit fucking her until I cum and shoot my cum on her tits and face. 

As she stands of the door my sister’s room with her back to me she suddenly stands straight up put her legs together with her heels touching. I take in the beautiful vision of mom standing with her back bare, wearing sexy sheer nylon pantyhose over full cut nlyon, lace trimmed, briefs that she makes sexy with that perfectly shaped ass. Mom is 5’7 mostly legs, with thick thighs that make your mouth water, muscular calves and thin ankles. She has on 5inch heels today so she is even taller. 

I look at her ass and am immediately drawn to the light that is shinning through the VALLEY between her thighs at her crotch, below the glorious cheeks of her ass, she places her thumbs in the waist of her pantyhose then bends at the waist so she can pull them down. As she is bent over she pulls one leg of the nylons down, then the other as if to prolong the visual stimulation she was providing me. I got so caught up in the beauty of her legs and the sexiness of the moment that I almost missed seeing my cum stain on the ass and crotch of the panties she was wearing. My dick and my heart jumped when I realized that those were the same blue nylon briefs that I shot cum in just a few days ago. I did not realize there was such a large amount of cum on the panties when I put them back in her drawer. Obviously it was enough to soak through the cotton liner of the panty crotch. 

Mom reached down and pulled one shoe off her foot which caused her to have to bend lower, causing her gorgeous panty covered ass to stick out further giving me more of a view of the cum stain on the back of her panties. Wow she looked sexy, I could not help reaching down and stroking my hard as nails dick that was about to burst out of my jeans. Mom was busy talking with my sister so she did not look back to catch me stroking my dick. I felt so horny I almost pulled it out of my sister’s panties that I was wearing under my jeans. 

I stroked my dick as mom pulled the pantyhose off one foot then put on her shoe before she pulled the shoe off the other foot, took the hose off then put the shoe back on. She somehow dropped the hose on the floor as she was rising to stand up straight. With her heels and legs closed together mom built straight over from the waist and gave me a full view of just her heels, her beautiful legs and thighs, the gap between her thighs and a full view of the back of her nylon, full cut, briefs spread wide by the width of her delicious looking ass. She held the pose for a second as she picked up the hose and brushed something off the front of her shoe. Mom then reached back and room the back of her leg from her ass all the way up to panty line. She put one finger inside the panties and popped it against her ass before she slowly stood up straight. She then place both hands on her waist as she continued talking to my sister a bit longer. They finished talking as my sister walked out of her room with jeans and t-shirt of her panties and bra. Mom turned to me with her hands on her waist at the top of the lace around the waist of her panties, wearing nothing but the shoes and her panties. She asked my sister and me what we wanted for dinner. Then she extended her hand to grab her bra off the back of the chair and stood straight again causing her boobs to jiggle so divinely. I could not think of dinner at that time and easily agreed to what my sister suggested. 

Mom turned and went back to her closet hang her bra in there and then went to the bathroom. She moved quickly enough that it was obvious that she had to pee. As she closed the door behind her I quickly got up and knocked on the door to ask her a question. It was really so I could listen to her pee and hope she would open the door so I could watch. Mom would never allow me to see her pussy or pubic hairs, but I would always try so I’d often find some excuse to have her open the door when she went into the bathroom. The sound of a woman peeing really turns me on. So I tried to see mom on the toilet whenever I knew she was peeing. I’d knock on the door and she made sure her pubes were covered before she opened the door. 

My fascination with women peeing began one day when my sister came in the bathroom while I was peeing. She stood and watched for a second then reached out and held my dick until I finished peeing. She then wiped it with a tissue before stuffing it back in her panties and zipping my jeans. Then she pulled her skirt up to reveal she was not wearing any panties. She stood in front of the toilet just as I had then pushed her pelvis forward and started peeing into the toilet. I was hooked since that day. Sis would often allow me to watch her pee either standing or she leave the door open so I could see her sitting on the toilet when I walked by. 

Mom finished peeing as I asked her some goofy questions then closed the door so she could get off the toilet. When she emerged from the bathroom I got a quick glimpse of her tits before she pulled her short nightshirt down over her panties. 

Mom turned past me and went into the kitchen to prepare dinner, I ran into my room to find a pair of panties to jack off into. I had to have relief. I used two pair that day, one of mom’s and one of my sister’s. 

When I came from my room mom and my sister were sitting on the sofa, mom in her short night shift with her long legs extended in front of her. 

After I ate dinner I took one more look at mom before I left the house to spend some time with a friend. Tonight though I would make it home before my sister went to bed. My sister’s bedroom window is directly across from the window in my mother’s closet. At least 3 times a week I make sure to be in that closet to wrap my mom’s bra around my dick and watch my sister as she changed into her pajamas. Often she would strip out of her clothes to her panties then sit and read or go through her closet for the next days clothing or talk on the phone. This would allow me a long look at her panty covered body as I stroke my dick wishing I was close enough to fuck her. Tonight she took her time undressing. I made it to my position just as she finished brushing her hair and faced the window to take of her blouse. She completely unbuttoned but did not remove as she brushed her hair some more. The light in her room was bright enough where I could see her hard nipples through the thin, sheer fabric of her sheer bra. She then unzipped her jeans and let them lay open showing her sheer panties but not taking the jeans off. 

Suddenly the door of the closet opened. I was too busy staring as my sister’s body to hear the knob turning. Since I had turned the lights off before I entered the closet I could not see anything but a silhouette of the person entering the closest. I knew it was my mother. She quickly closed then door while keeping her eyes fixed on me. She then came over to see what I was looking at. Before she looked out the window she looked down and noticed my cock sticking out of my jeans with her bra wrapped around it. Mom pulled her nightshirt over her head and through it over my face. I enjoyed her delicious scent soaked in the nylon fabric and did not rush to pull it off. When I finally did mom was standing in front of me dangling her blue briefs on her finger offering them to me. I took the panties and mom pushed me back away from the window so she could get in front of me. There was not very much room in the closet so when she got in front of me and bent to look through the window into my sister’s room her ass was pushed against my hard, throbbing dick. Mom wiggled her ass, then reached back and took hold of my dick with one hand and stroked it as she used her other hand to spread the cheeks of her full ass. While holding her cheeks open she place my dick, length wise on the crack of her ass. Then she let her cheeks go which had my dick covered like a hot dog in a bun. 

With my dick snug between her butt cheeks mom wiggle her ass and flexed the muscles of her cheeks as she told me she was aware of the cum stains in her bra and panties and they her and my sister knew that I would often come to the closet to watch my sister change clothes. Move started moving her ass up and down and squeezing her cheeks to stroke my dick. 

Mom asked me if I had ever fucked woman in her ass. I said that I had not. She then asked if I would like to fuck her ass. Of course I said I would. She then asked me if I would first fuck her pussy because she was very horny and needed my dick inside her. I did not argue or stop mom as she reached back, dragged my dick down the crack of her ass past her tight, puckered asshole. She rubbed the head around her ass before she moved my dick down and positioned it against her hot pussy lips. Mom’s pussy was soaking wet. All the juices allowed my dick to enter her and slide all the way inside her hot pussy as she pushed back until her ass was ground tightly against my crotch. Mom told me to keep my eyes on my sister as she began to grind her hips around my groin with my dick buried completely in her hot, juicy pussy.

Mom and I both looked through the window as my sister first took her blouse off then turned her back to us as she bent over to remove her jeans. Mom felt my dick jump in her pussy as my sister was bent over taking off her jeans. Mom said, we ALL know that you get hard looking at our asses. Then my sister, still bent over, put her thumbs in the waist of her sheer panties and pulled them down giving mom and me a full view of her smooth naked ass. Mom asked me if I wanted to fuck my sister in her ass. I responded by pushing harder in her pussy. This caused her head to hit the window. She hit hard enough that my sister heard the sound. She kept her back to us as she turned head then waved at mom and me. She smiled then blew us a kiss. 

Moved waved back and squeezed my dick tighter with her pussy walls. My sister then turned to us as she reached between her ample cleavage and unhooked her bra. She did not take it off, but put hands on her waist then shook her shoulders until the cups of the bra fell off her tits. She continued to shake them as mom pushed back harder on my groin. I was ready to explode.

My sister reached up with both hands and squeezed both her tits. She gripped them full then grabbed both nipples between her thumb and forefinger. She pulled her nipples as mom pushed back on my dick. My sister then let go of one of her tits and used her finger to invite mom and me to join her in her room. With my dick still buried in her pussy mom turned and opened the closet door. She stood up slight but clamped her pussy hard on my dick and telling me to stay in her as we walked to my sister’s room. 

I could not believe all this was happening and as mom lead me by my dick deep in her pussy I shot a thick load of cum in her pussy. This triggered my mom’s own orgasm and we stopped to enjoy the feeling. Once we calmed enough to head to the room, she squeezed her hot pussy tighter on my dick to keep my dick and my cum inside her.  We made it to my sister’s open bedroom door without losing a drop of my cum from mom’s pussy. Mom turned my back towards the bed and pushed me back with her still attached till we were sitting. We had barely sat down when my sister kneeled before us and started licking my balls. Mom grabbed both my hands and put them on her tits showing me how she wanted them squeezed and caressed. My sister was doing such a good job of sucking my balls I just took my hands wherever mom guided them. I had started going limp but with my hands full of mom’s tits, my dick buried in her cum leaking pussy and my sister sucking all the cum off my balls, it did not take long for my dick to again grow hard in mom’s pussy. 

When I had completely hardened, mom slid back to give my sister’s mouth access to the shaft of my dick. She sucked on all she could get of my dick and mom’s pussy lips and clit. Mom slid completely off my dick, pressing her ass into my chest and sat on my chest as my sister stroked my dick and rubbed it against her tits while she buried her face in my mom’s pussy to suck out the remaining cum. This brought my mom to her second orgasm. My sister let some of that juice run down over Mom’s asshole. She then stuck two fingers in mom’s pussy got a good amount of mom’s juice on her fingers before she pulled them out. She held them up so we could all look at them, then my sister buried those fingers into my mom’s tight ass. Mom raised her legs up high pushing her ass harder on my chest and allowing my sister’s fingers to go deeper in her asshole. When my sister felt mom was well lubricated she then pulled the fingers out wrapped them around my steel hard dick and held it there as mom slid down my chest and lowered her tight asshole down the length of my dick. Just as mom had buried my dick deep in her pussy, she made sure that I was now DEPP in her tight asshole before she started moving up and down riding my dick. 




Peeping Tom



Mom grabbed my hands and pulled me up to my feet so that we were both standing with me behind her. She turned and bent over the bed. This allowed my sister to lay on the bed with her head hanging over the bed between my mom’s legs. My sister reached out, pulled mom and me closer then raised her head and locked her lips on mom’s pussy lips. 

Mom put my hands on the cheeks of her ass, turned to me and DEMANDED that I fuck her ass. The tone of her voice had med so hot, that I pulled back so that my dick was almost completely out of her ass. I grabbed her hips then SLAMMED my dick into her ass so hard if pushed her face down between my sister’s legs. I pulled back and slammed into mom’s ass again as she started licking my sister’s pussy. I fucked mom good and hard. 

At one point I pulled back too far and came out of mom’s ass. My sister quickly grabbed my dick then wrapped her lips around it pulling me down her throat until her lips were on my balls. Mom stopped eating my sister’s pussy long enough to demand my dick back in her ass. My sister slowly released my dick from her mouth with a pop. She then guided it back to mom’s ass. I slid into mom’s like my dick was made for it. 

Mom moaned aloud as her body started to shake with another orgasm. This triggered my sister’s orgasm and after a few more hard pounding strokes in my mother’s tight asshole, my orgasm started. I stroked one last time to bury my dick deep into mom’s ass and unleashed a huge load of cum into her asshole. 

None of had noticed the time being almost 12:45am. Had we noticed the time we may have finished a lot earlier. My father usually comes home at 12:30. We were so into our fuck session that no one noticed my dad had come home and was standing in the doorway of my sister’s room for the last 15 minutes. We were all too tired to jump and try to cover up and just fell into a heap with my softening dick still buried in my mother’s ass.

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Peeping Tom



The detective pressed his ID against the spy-hole of the door and announced his name and rank clearly and decisively.

“Police, ma’am. Detective Thomas Patterson. May I speak with you please?”

The door opened slowly and halted as the gold coloured chain locked into its catch. Patterson caught a whiff of Eastern cooking mingled with the scent of Anais Anais as an attractive Asian woman appeared behind the door.

“Yes?”

“Dectective Patterson.” Tom announced again and flashing his ID, “it’s about the prowler you reported. May I come in and speak with you please?”

Patterson stood back as the door closed towards him. He heard the rattle of the chain as the woman unfastened it.

“Yes. Please come in.”

As the detective walked into the apartment, he nodded politely to the Asian woman and stood back while she closed the door behind him. The atmosphere within the apartment was warm and inviting and, after being outside for most of the early part of the evening, Patterson was grateful as the woman ushered him into the lounge. After politely accepting the offer of a seat, he removed his coat and flipped open his black notebook.

“Now, let me see,” he started, “Mrs. Mia Ling, is that right?”

The woman folded herself into an armchair opposite and nodded. 

“And this is my husband, Fali.” She said

Patterson glanced over and let his eyes scan the old Asian man sitting silently in a wheelchair. His eyes were glued to the TV set and he seemed unaware of the detective’s presence.

“My husband is rather unwell.” Mia Ling explained. “He knows that you are here but most of his body is incapacitated, I’m afraid.

Rather gratefully, Patterson returned his attention to Mia. It could be no secret that she was more interesting to look at than her husband. Patterson allowed his police-trained eyes to scan her. To say that she was attractive would have been an understatement and, the detective thought, she could easily have passed for Ling’s daughter rather than his wife. Shoulder length dark hair framed a pretty oval face with all the usual oriental characteristics. Her deep green eyes seemed to twinkle and her mouth curled into a pretty smile. She wore a simple “off the shoulder” type dress and Patterson caught himself wondering what her body would look like underneath. Clearing his throat with an uncomfortable cough, the detective brought his mind back the the task in hand.

“Yes. Er, Mrs. Ling. There have been a few reports of a prowler in the neighbourhood. I understand that you saw something earlier this evening? Perhaps you could tell me what happened?”

“Well, it wasn’t much really,” Mia started. She curled her slender legs up underneath her and Patterson realised for the first time that she was bare-footed. “I’m no prude, you understand, but I’m sure that there was a man watching me from under the window there. To be honest I wasn’t that bothered but with all the neighbours talking about a prowler…well, I just thought you should know.”

“I see.” Patterson said as he began writing in his note book

“I probably wouldn’t have noticed at all, but…”

“Yes?” Patterson looked up enquiringly from his jottings.

“Well…I suppose I noticed more because I was naked!”

Mai Ling’s face broke into an alluring smile and Patterson found himself blushing.

“Please don’t be shocked, detective,” she continued, “our apartment is fully heated and I often walk around nude.”

“Er, no, I’m not shocked,” Patterson said “It’s just that…well, you’re an attractive woman…I’m not really surprised that…er…”

“Not surprised that a man was watching me?” Mia was smiling broadly now and Patterson had the idea that there was something else she wanted to tell him.

“Actually,” she continued, “if I’m honest, I quite liked the idea of another man seeing me like…well, like that! Tell me detective Patterson, if you had seen me would you have continued looking?”

Patterson was feeling a little uncomfortable. This was not the way the interview was supposed to go.

“Well,” he coughed again, “I suppose that…well…if I had been there…I would have…em…”

He glanced over at the seated figure of Fali Ling. 

“That’s all right!” Mia laughed out loud. “I think I know the answer to that question.” She follwed his gaze towards her husband. “And I know what you are thinking,” she continued enthusiastically, “Fali is a good man but, as you can see, he is of little use to a younger woman such as I in a sexual way.” She laughed again. “But we have our own ways, you understand!” 

“No, I’m not sure I do understand.” Patterson said, now warming a little to the unexpected way the situation was developing. “What exactly do you mean, Mrs. Ling?”

Wordlessly, Mia Ling unfolded her legs and sauntered over to where Patterson sat on the deep sofa. The scent from her perfume was stronger now and the detective found himself becoming aroused as this attractive woman lowered her lithe frame into the sofa. She was close, very close, and Patterson could feel the warmth emanating from her skin as her hand brushed close to his face.

“It is easier if I show you what I mean.” She breathed quietly. “Would you like that, detective? Would you like me to show you?”

Patterson opened his mouth to answer but heard only a strangled gasp issue forth. He could feel his erection hard and swollen as it grew beneath his pants and he nodded his head urgently.

“Good!” Mia continued. “Good. But there is something I must do first.”

Patterson watched disheartened as the young woman got up from the sofa and walked towards her husband. He could now see that Fali Ling, clearly aware that something was going on, was trying to turn himself away from the TV set and towards the sofa.

“Fali must be allowed to see what happens.” Mia said emphatically. “He should be able to enjoy himself as well, and there doesn’t seem to be much on TV!”

Patterson felt a little self conscious as the old Asian was turned around to face him but as he watched the lithe sexy body of Mia return towards him he knew that it would be worth the discomfort.

“Now, where were we?” Mia asked as she dropped back down onto the sofa, “here I think!”

Without another word, Patterson felt her soft lips as she pulled him towards her in a deep embrace.

He could feel the warm swell of her breasts beneath the dress as she pressed herself against him. His mouth opened willingly to accept her probing tongue and his hand dropped optimistically to her tanned thigh. When he realised that Mia was going to offer no resistance, he began to trace patterns on her skin with his fingernail moving higher and higher up her thigh until his hand rested just under the skirt of her dress. 

Patterson could feel the warmth from Mia’s lower body as his fingers maintained their exploration. His tongue entwined eagerly with hers and he could taste the minty freshness of her breath as they kissed long and hard. She squeezed the firmness of her upper thigh suggestively and was delighted to feel her respond by allowing her legs to fall open slightly. The detective took his opportunity immediately. His hand moved up further. Warmer here again, he realised. Up further, fingers searching for the fabric of her panties. He stopped suddenly but only momentarily. His fingers slid under the thin material and he realised: soft hairless skin, and a smooth shaved pussy!

He felt Mia gasp into his open mouth as his fingers encountered the warm moisture of her naked slit. He could feel the hard clitty against his thumb and slowly rotated it delighting in the way that this action caused her legs to tremble slightly and stiffen. He wanted to give her pleasure, wanted her to cum – climax hard – and he knew just the way to do it.

“Let me taste you!” Patterson gasped as he finally broke the long embrace.

He looked up into her bright face to see her nodding vigorously. “Let me get out of this dress first,” she panted.

Patterson sat back and watched as Mia Ling slowly stood. She opened her dress one button at a time – painfully slowly – and smiled at both Patterson and her husband as she stripped; clearly, Patterson realised, this display was as much for the benefit of Fali as it was for him.

Patterson felt his breath catch in his throat as, eventually, Mia dropped the dress and exposed her slender body. Her breasts were high and pert with stiffened pink nipples. She wore a stud in her navel that twinkled in the dim light and as she sat back down on the sofa she pulled the panties to one side to reveal a moist slit and completely shaved pubic area.

The detective dropped quickly to his knees and positioned himself between the Asian woman’s thighs. He could smell her arousal and once again felt the hardness beneath his pants lurch with an unsated hunger. His tongue extended slowly and he heard a gasp from above as the tip cam into contact with her throbbing clit. Gently he began to lave her; slow loving strokes of his tongue as he brought her closer and closer to her peak. He could hear her moans increase in pitch and felt her legs begin to stiffen around his shoulders. He knew she was close. More and more moisture was leaking from her sex as he continued to tongue-fuck her. His hands snaked under her body and cupped the cheeks of her ass, dragging her – quite willingly – further onto his tongue. And then she was cumming. Her legs twitched and shook. Cries of ecstatic pleasure echoed around the room. He felt her hands holding his head firmly clamped between her legs while her hips bucked wildly and uncontrolled. It was becoming harder to breath and he continued to drink down as much of her thick flavoursome sex-juice as he could until her body eventually went limp and she allowed him to sit back and catch his breath.

In an instant Patterson was back beside Mia on the sofa. His hands fumbled with the belt on his pants but he eventually managed to get the garment open and then dragged it and his underwear down his legs and off. He kicked his shoes off as well and was in the process of discarding his shirt when he felt Mia’s warm fingers encircle his rigid member.

Patterson groaned deeply as he looked down and watched the young Asian casually flick a wayward strand of dark hair from her face and open her mouth. He closed his eyes and, as he revelled in the sensations as her lips closed over the head of his pulsating cock, he felt the secondary pleasure of her fingers caressing under his balls. 

His hips jerked forwards and he gasped again as another inch of inflamed cock slid sensuously into her mouth. His fingers entwined in her hair as he pulled her down harder. Mia seemed to accept his length with comparative ease but Patterson was so excited he would have been oblivious to her protestations even had she made them.

“Oh yeah! Suck me, baby!” The detective cried out as he held Mia’s head tightly and pumped his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. “Take it deep! Deep as you can, baby!”

He could feel her fingers as they juggled and stroked his heavy balls and sensed her longest finger snaking between his buttocks. He had never had a woman finger his ass before and as he felt the digit gently probe at his tight opening he gasped out loud.


“Don’t want you cumming just yet, honey!” Mia suddenly gasped as she pulled her head back and let Patterson’s cock slip from between her painted lips with a audible pop. “It’s time for you to fuck me. Would you like that, detective? Would you like to fuck my tight little pussy? Do you want to get inside my wet little cunt while my husband watches you do it?”

Patterson could only assume that hers was a rhetorical question. Who would ever have answered no?

Mia was standing now and stripping off the dishevelled and wet panties that still clung to her body. She shimmied them down her long tapered legs and held out her hand to Patterson. He reached for her fingers and stood with her as she beckoned him to do. It seemed an unlikely position to fuck in but Patterson quickly realised that a prone position would mean that Mia’s husband Fali would not be able to see – they were going to have to fuck standing up!

“Put it in me now!” Mia begged as she hitched her long, naked leg up onto Patterson’s shoulder.

The detective could have guessed that the young Asian would have been blessed with a supple body but he had never experienced anything like this before. Mia’s leg was high and stretched her tight pussy so that it was directly in line with Patterson’s cock. He took his opportunity straight away and with a lunge buried himself deep inside her. 

It was a hard, frantic and well balanced fuck! Patterson held on tightly to his slim lover as he slammed his inflamed meat deep inside her still moist vagina. He watched as the agile woman virtually bounced on his dick and seductively squeezed her own nipples. This action brought Patterson’s thought right back to the young Asian wife’s firm, sexy tits. The way they heaved and fell looked absolutely delightful and as the detective forcefully rammed his tool over and over into Mia’s tight cunt he knew that he would not be able to hold out much longer.

“I want to cum on your tits!” He suddenly cried.

“Mmmm…oh baby….sounds good….fuck your sperm over my hot tits!...mmmm”

With a look of wanton lust plastered all over her face and a sheen of sweat on her body, Mia Ling laid back against the sofa. Her legs were splayed and her open and abused vagina leaked juice. Patterson’s hand closed comfortably around his twitching member as her hovered over her. Whimpers of lust escaped his lips as he began to jerk himself off.

“Oh yeah, baby!” Mia encouraged him as her fingers played with her pussy. “Do it, honey! Shoot your cum over my hot tits!”

She didn’t have long to wait. With a deep, guttural groan Patterson’s hand jerked back on his foreskin and a long stream of thick, white jism exploded from the tip and splashed down obscenely between Mia’s breasts.

“How long have you been a police officer?” Mia asked innocently as she began to search for her discarded underwear.

The question took Patterson by surprise. He was still sitting back on the sofa, his cock now wilted to half its original size and streaked with a mixture of Mia’s sex fluid and saliva.

“Er…about…er…ten years I suppose. Why do you ask?”

Mia looked at him knowingly and smiled. 

“Because I know a fake ID when I see one!” She said almost triumphantly.

Patterson was mortified. He had been busted and he knew it. He just didn’t know what to do next. His instincts told him to grab his clothes and run and he began desperately searching for his pants and shoes.

“It’s you isn’t it?” Mia continued, the half smile still played over her painted lips. “You’re the peeper, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know what you mean! I’m…er…I’m a police officer…er….I mean a detective….I…um…”

The words finally failed Peeping Tom Patterson and he lulled into an embarrassed silence. He couldn’t locate his pants and he knew there was no escape now. The pretty Asian woman seemed to have all the answers.

“But how did you know?” He finally managed to say weakly.

“A real cop called around about an hour before you did. He said to be careful of fake ID’s, said that the peeper might try and get closer to his victim, that he might get bolder!”

Mia was laughing now. “Well, you did, didn’t you? I’ve been looking out of this window for three days now, flashing my tits and pussy and hoping that you would take things further. It took you long enough, didn’t it!”

“I suppose you’re going to call the cops back then?”

Mia looked thoughtful for a moment. She was clearly in charge of the situation now and loving every drop of power that was afforded her. 

“Maybe, and then again, maybe not.” She said glancing over at a very pleased looking husband. “As you can see, Fali has enjoyed this just as much as you have – and as I have, if I’m honest. I think as long as we receive a visit from you every Wednesday evening, then there’s no need for anyone else to know – especially the authorities – don’t you agree?”

Peeping Tomas Patterson was still nodding as he walked from the apartment and already looking forward to the following Wednesday!

The End



Peeping Tom



It was getting dark outside and George was becoming excited. From the second floor of his house, he looked outside his window and noticed a car pull up into the driveway next door. When the doors opened, out popped five of the hottest girls he had ever seen. They were heading inside to see their girlfriend "Amy", who lived next door to George.

Amy was very HOT and now 21 years old. She was home for the summer (from college) and George had been fantasizing about her for the past 10 years. Amy was always nice to George since they were the same age, but it never went beyond the occasional, "Hello, how are you today?" small talk.

The curiosity of getting a better look at Amy and her friends overcame George and he slipped downstairs and out the back door in a flash. There were woods behind them and he crept towards their house very carefully.

Amy's parents were on vacation so she had the house to herself. As George got closer, he could hear loud music being played. He got up to her bedroom window and was delighted to see that her blinds were pulled up. This gave him an excellent view into their bedroom. He waited for about 10 minutes and saw nothing.

He began to grow impatient and decided he would go back home when all of a sudden Amy and her friends entered the bedroom. He quickly pulled himself away from the window, afraid he would be seen. Slowly, he peeked back towards the window to see what was going on. What he saw was absolutely a wet dream.

Amy and her five friends were undressing and trying on different outfits. It was obvious the girls sunbathed a lot because their bodies were very tan. They were also in excellent shape and their asses were very tight. Seeing six girls standing around in their bras and panties was just about more than George could handle.

His cock was growing by the second and he desperately wanted to jerk off right there. However, he continued to watch a little more and they finally got dressed and left the bedroom. He saw them grab their purses and head towards the door. Oh NO, he thought, they're leaving for the night.

He went around the corner of the house and watched them get in their car. The sight of them bending over as they climbed into the back seat was incredible. They were all wearing very short skirts and you could see their panty lines and a small glimpse of their panties. George definitely had a huge PANTY fetish and was loving every second of this.

As the girls drove off, he got a great idea. He decided since the house was empty that he might sneak in from the back and do some snooping around. As he got closer to her window, he realized it wasn't locked. He opened it and his heart started to race. Although this was illegal, he couldn't help himself. He was way too horny and wasn't about to turn back.

He got inside and saw a bunch of clothes all over the bed and floor. What he noticed most was a number of PANTIES which were left in various spots. He quickly picked up a white silky pair and pressed it to his nose.

Ahh, the pussy aroma was fresh and it was obvious one of the girls had just taken them off recently. He picked up the panties and threw them on the bed in a pile. Then he decided before he left, he must take a look at Amy's panty drawer. His balls were twitching as he started looking through her drawers.

When he opened the panty drawer, he wanted to CUM right there. It was full of panties — all were silky, nylon and satin material. Most of them were white (his favorite color) and there were some pink, baby blue, black, red and purple. He picked up a bunch of pairs and smelled them. The touch of silk and nylon along his fingers made his cock thump in his pants. He was starting to lose grip of reality and decided this moment may never happen again. So he did what most of us would do...

He took off his clothes and got completely naked. He laid on the bed and took all of those silky panties and began rubbing them all over his body. He put a few pairs around his cock and began to stroke it wildly. Then he closed his eyes and began to fantasize having sex with Amy. He started speaking out and moaning as the silk was massaging his balls and stroking his cock. He was getting close to cumming when all of a sudden he heard a noise. He opened his eyes and froze...

It was Amy and her five friends staring at him in disbelief and disgust. Amy said, "What in the hell are you doing George? You sick pervert playing with my panties on my bed. I'm gonna call the cops and stick your ass in jail you sick bastard."

George started to get really scared and couldn't say a thing. All he could think of was the embarrassment this would cause him for the rest of his life.

Amy's friends were laughing and said, "Instead of calling the cops, why don't we have some fun with 'ole George?"

Amy thought this was a great idea, so the girls jumped on George, pinned him down and began to tie him to the bed. His arms and legs were spread out so he couldn't move at all. George was both excited and scared at the same time. What were they gonna do to him? Shave his balls, pierce his nipples, cut off his cock?

His mind began to wander and he was definitely panicked. The girls left the room for what seemed like an eternity. As time went by, he really began to get worried thinking they did call the cops and his parents.

Eventually, the girls came back in the room and his heart began racing fast. They said to him, "George, although you are a pervert, you're kind of cute. You don't seem to date much... why is that?"

George didn't answer.

"Oh, you're shy too... maybe that's it. You definitely seem to have a fetish for PANTIES. I bet you dress up in your sister's and mom's panties don't you, you little pervert. Well, I bet you'd like to see our panties, wouldn't you?"

At this time, each girl started doing a very sexy striptease removing one layer of clothing after another. Eventually, they were down to their panties and George couldn't believe his eyes. They were all wearing WHITE SILKY BIKINI PANTIES.

They climbed on the bed and surrounded him. One girl sat on his face while the others began rubbing his body from head to toe. They started rubbing Amy's silky panties all over him and the feeling of having 10 hands doing this was absolutely insane. His cock was bigger than it had ever been in his entire life. He couldn't believe this was happening to him.

The girls took turns sitting on his face and he was definitely getting a fair share of great tasting pussy. He sucked on all their pussies and finally Amy pulled her panties to the side and got on top of his cock.

The girls continued to rub him down massaging his balls as he pumped Amy quickly. He hoped he could hold back his CUM 'cuz he did not want this to end. Amy got off and another girl climbed aboard. This went on until he had screwed all 6 of them. By this time, he was dying to CUM.

The girls laid on both sides of him and some were planted in the middle sucking on his balls. A few started sucking on his ears and rubbing his nipples. Amy started stroking his massive cock slowly. He realized he was about to blow when he looked down to see that 12 hands and 6 tongues were rubbing and sucking on him at the same time.

The girls asked him if he was enjoying his 'PANTY TORTURE' and all he could do was nod. They smiled and said, "Now let's make him CUM."

They all put their hands around his balls and cock and started jerking wildly. George could feel the cum shooting up from his balls and knew he couldn't hold back any longer. He yelled out louder than he ever had in life. OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!!!

He began to CUM and the first shot went 5 feet in the air. It came splashing down on the girls and they began to laugh. They continued to stroke him as squirt after squirt flew out of his cock. It was like a volcano exploding—he just kept cumming and cumming.

They stroked him until nothing else came out. George was near exhaustion and laid there like a log. The girls were now covered in CUM and started to lick it off each other.

Amy looked at George and said, "Come over tomorrow night. We're having a party and my girlfriends will be here all weekend."

They untied him, he got dressed, went out the back door and snuck back into his house. When he got to bed, he laid there wondering what in the hell had just happened? He wasn't quite sure, but as he retraced the thoughts in his mind, his balls began to twitch and he realized that tomorrow night couldn't get here soon enough.



Peeping Tom



Samantha propped herself up on her elbows as Nicole slowly drizzled chocolate syrup over her bare breasts.

“Yum,” Nicole smiled before she began to slowly lick it off.

Samantha squirmed a bit as Nicole gently bit down on her sensitive nipple. She reached out for her but Nicole pulled away.

“This time is all about you,” Nicole smiled. She reached for the whip cream and left a trail of it from her breasts all the way down her stomach. She took her sweet time as she licked all of it off until her face was buried in Samantha’s pussy.

She licked and sucked her clit, driving Samantha absolutely crazy. She was screaming out in pleasure as she reached orgasm, her juices flowing freely down Nicole’s chin.

“Oh my God,” Samantha said as she looked out the window and saw a man sitting in the tree outside in their yard, jacking off to the sights and sounds of their lovemaking.

“I know, you taste so good baby,” Nicole responded.

“Not that,” Samantha said, “Don’t look but there is a guy in the tree outside our window.”

“Another peeping Tom,” Nicole said, not surprised.

“This one has his cock out and everything,” Samantha told her.

Peeping toms were something they’d gotten used to being a well-known lesbian couple in the small town where they lived. Recently, they’d decided they were going to use them to their advantage.

“Is he cute?” Nicole asked.

“Adorable,” Samantha responded. “Time to put our plan in motion.”

Nicole grinned and grabbed a long thick blue vibrator, taking it deep into her mouth and getting it good and wet.

“He likes that,” Samantha grinned, noting the look on his face.

Nicole shoved it hard in Samantha’s pussy and she screamed out.

“Oh God, yes, fuck me baby,” Samantha screamed.

Nicole fucked Samantha hard and fast with the vibrator as she rubbed her clit in circles.

“You grab his attention and I’ll get him,” Nicole told her.

“I need you to fuck me,” Samantha screamed loudly. “Go get the strap-on!”

Justin couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He couldn’t believe it could possibly get better than what he was hearing. He stared through their open window as Nicole disappeared and Samantha fucked herself deeply with the vibrator.

“Oh God yes,” she moaned.

He stroked his cock faster, unable to control himself, barely able to keep a one-handed grip on the tree branch.

“Having fun,” a voiced called from below as he saw Samantha take a picture out the window with a Polaroid camera.

“Shit,” he said as he quickly shoved his cock back into his gym shorts, “I’m so sorry.”

He looked down to see Nicole standing at the base of the tree, shotgun in hand. The gun was unloaded of course, but he didn’t know that.

“Fuck,” he said.

Samantha leaned out the window, “Get down from the tree,” she said.

‘Please, don’t shoot me,” he begged as he climbed down the branches.

Nicole waved the gun toward the house, motioning him to go inside.

“Please, I’m so sorry. I’ll never do it again,” he begged.

Samantha joined them in the kitchen, robe on, Polaroid in hand.

“I could have you arrested,” she assured him.

“Please, I’m sorry. You have to understand,” Justin begged.

“Understand?” Nicole asked. “You want us to understand why you think it is okay to sit in OUR tree and watch US make love?”

“I’m so sorry,” Justin begged again. “Please, it’s just that you two are so hot.”

“You think we’re hot?” Samantha asked.

“Of course, oh my God, gorgeous,” Justin gushed.

“Take him upstairs,” Samantha ordered Nicole.

“Upstairs?” Nicole asked, feigning surprise.

“Just do it,” Samantha ordered.

Nicole pushed Justin up the stairs with the gun.

“What’s going on?” Justin asked repeatedly.

“Did she give you permission to speak?” Nicole eventually yelled.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

Nicole pushed him down on the chair and held the gun to his head while Samantha squatted in front of him.

“So, you think we’re hot, do you?” she asked.

He nodded.

“You like watching us, do you?”

He nodded again.

Nicole reached over to the dresser and grabbed a bag, which she threw to Samantha. Samantha opened it and pulled out rope, which they used to secure his torso to the back of the chair, and his arms to the chair arms. Samantha reached into his shorts and grabbed his cock out, now limp from the recent developments.

“Have you ever seen a cock ring?” she asked.

He nodded his head, no.

“A rookie,” Nicole laughed.

Samantha brought out a cock ring much too small for his generously sized penis. He’d never be able to cum wearing it, but she fastened it over his cock anyway.

“What the hell,” he said.

“If you like to watch so much, we’re going to let you watch,” Samantha announced.

“But you won’t be able to cum with that on,” Nicole laughed. “It’ll bring a whole new meaning to the word blueballs.”

He didn’t say anything and Nicole pushed Samantha back on the bed.

“Where were we?” Nicole asked.

Samantha handed her the thick blue vibrator and spread her legs wide open.

“You were fucking me,” she replied with a smile.

Nicole rammed the toy deep inside of her with hard fast thrusts. Samantha started to rub her own clit in circles as she watched Justin’s cock begin to harden.

“Fuck me Nicole, fuck me harder. Look what it’s doing to him,” Samantha moaned.

Nicole looked over at him as she slammed the toy deeper inside of Samantha.

“You like that,” she said.

“Uh huh,” he said.

Nicole leaned down and started to lick Samantha’s clit as she fucked her deeper and deeper with the toy.

“Oh God, yess,” Samantha screamed.

“Cum for me, baby,” Nicole demanded. “Cum all over this big fat cock.”

She sucked her clit into her mouth and gently bit down on it.

“Fuck!” Samantha screamed. “Oh God! Yessss!” 

All of her muscles tightened as Nicole shoved the toy in faster and faster until her body twitched in ecstasy.

“Damn,” Justin said in amazement. His cock was harder than he’d ever remembered it being as it throbbed against the cock ring.

“Look at him,” Samantha said. “All hard and he can’t even touch it.”

“You wanna touch it,” Nicole asked.

“Oh God, yes,” he begged.

“I bet you want to taste her too, don’t you?” Nicole asked.

“Fuck yes. Can I?” he asked.

Samantha pulled the long, thick, blue vibrator from deep within her pussy and handed it to Nicole.

Nicole walked over and showed it to Justin.

“Do you suck good cock?” she asked him.

“No way, I’m not sucking that,” Justin said angrily, his manhood threatened.

“I bet he sucks good cock,” Samantha said.

“Suck it,” Nicole demanded, pressing the head of the vibrator to his lips.

He shook his head no.

Samantha crawled across the floor toward him, stopping with her lips just inches from his rock hard cock.

“I bet this cock is dying to be touched, isn’t it?” Samantha said breathily, blowing hot air across the head of his cock.

“Fuck,” he said, attempting to push his hips off the chair and closer to her lips.

“Suck the cock, taste her juices,” Nicole said forcefully.

“You do and this cock will get that touch,” Samantha said.

Justin opened his mouth and Nicole stuck the vibrator deep into his mouth.

“Suck it,” Samantha demanded. “Lick all my juices off of it.”

He obeyed, sucking and licking all of her sweet juices off of the toy. He needed his cock touched and her lips were so close, he needed to feel it.

“Look, he sucks cock like a pro,” Nicole said, “I bet this isn’t the first time.”

Justin pulled away. 

“Al right, I did what you asked now suck my cock,” Justin hissed.

“Who said anything about sucking your cock,” Samantha said as she stood.

“You said…” Justin began.

“We said that your cock would get a touch,” Nicole finished as she untied his left hand from the chair arm. “Touch away.”

“Taste me, baby,” Samantha said as she lay back down on the bed sideways, giving Justin a full view of her body.

“My pleasure,” Nicole said as she turned away from Justin and climbed between her legs.

Nicole slowly licked Samantha’s clit from side to side as she darted two fingers in and out of her pussy.

“Fuck,” Samantha called out. “I need your pussy, I need to taste you.”

Nicole turned around and straddled Samantha and they went at it, 69style.

Justin watched and listened in amazement as they both moaned and slurped each other’s juices. He struggled to stroke his cock with his left hand.

He was amazed as they both reached climax together and screamed out.

“Let me fuck you,” he called out.

They both laughed.

“You think we want you?” Samantha asked.

“How pathetic,” Nicole added.

“I’d rather have a strap-on,” Samantha continued.

“Where is it?” Nicole asked.

“I’m not sure,” Samantha said.

“Downstairs, maybe,” Justin said. “You used it for that party on Saturday.”

“Not your first time watching us I see,” Samantha said.

“Sorry,” Justin admitted.

“I’ll get it,” Nicole announced before walking out of the room.

He watched her as she walked out and as soon as she was out of earshot, Justin looked back to Samantha.

“I know you like cock, I could see it on Saturday,” Justin said.

“So what?” Samantha replied.

“I want to fuck you,” he said, “and I can eat your pussy better than she can too.”

“Yeah, right,” she laughed.

“Let me prove it,” he begged.

Samantha was intrigued. She loved cocky men. She walked over and put a pillow on the floor before she pushed his chair backwards. She walked over to the door and called down the stairs.

“Nicole after you find the strap-on, run to the corner store and grab some new batteries and some strawberries. I’ll keep teasing him.”

“Anything for you baby,” Nicole called back.

“Prove it,” Samantha said as she straddled his face.

He used his left hand to spread her pussy lips and started by slowly licking her from the crack of her ass up over her clit and back again. He started to dip just the tip of his tongue into her pussy and she started to moan softly. He used his thumb to rub her clit back and forth as he fucked her pussy deeper with his tongue and she started to moan louder and louder.

“Yeah baby, make him suffer,” Nicole called from the bottom of the stairs. “I’m leaving for the store.”

“I love you baby,” Samantha called out as Nicole left.

“You love the way I eat your pussy, don’t you baby?” Justin asked.

“God yes,” Samantha moaned. “Fuck me with your tongue baby, fuck me!”

“Untie my other hand,” he said.

She reached back and tore the rope away, releasing his right hand. He immediately plunged two fingers into her tight pussy and sucked her clit into his mouth. He curled his fingers back and found her spot, stroking it with light soft touches as he teased her clit with his gentle sucking.

“Oh fuck yes, oh God yes,” she screamed out on the brink of ecstasy but he wasn’t ready to let her cum yet. He released her clit from his mouth and slowly started to flick it from side to side.

“Is…it…better?” he asked between flicks.

“Oh God, yes. Fuck, you are the best I’ve ever had,” Samantha moaned.

He started to flick her clit faster and faster as he stroked her spot with harder, faster strokes. She came over and over again, the strongest series of orgasms she’d ever had before. Her body shook in pleasure and every sensation was heightened, every touch bringing her back to orgasm. She tried to pull away, to stand up, but Justin grabbed her thighs and pressed her pussy hard against his face. He wanted every bit of her juices and he wouldn’t stop licking until he had the last drop.

“You are amazing,” Samantha announced.

“That’s nothing. You’ve got to let me fuck you,” he said as he released her.

“I can’t. Nicole would flip,” she said as she righted his chair.

“I could cum right now if I weren’t in this damn ring,” he said.

She knelt in front of him and released the ring.

“Oh fuck,” he screamed out.

He tried to pull her on top of him but she pulled away and slowly traced her tongue around the head of his cock. It jerked in reaction and pre-cum quickly began to ooze from the tip. She licked it off and took his rock hard cock deep inside her mouth and followed behind with her hand, stroking him quickly.

“Oh God,” he moaned. 

She could feel him start to tighten and expand in her mouth. She sucked quicker and deeper, begging for his cum. He shot inside her mouth, stream after stream of hot sticky cum.

“Fuck,” he screamed. “God, yes.”

She swallowed it down quickly and smiled up at him.

“I always reward hard work,” she grinned.

“That was not work, but it was well worth the reward,” he smiled back.

“I’m sorry, but Nicole can’t know you came,” she said as she fastened the cock ring back around him. “We’ll have to get you hard again.”

“69 with me,” he suggested.

“No time,” Samantha said, “Nicole will be back any minute.”

She tied his right hand back to the chair, threw the pillow on the bed and started sucking his cock fast and deep.

“Fuck, amazing. I can’t believe you’re a lesbian,” Justin said in amazement, his cock immediately hard again.

“I’m not a lesbian. Nicole is. I’m bisexual,” Samantha said as she returned to the bed.

“Honey, I’m back,” Nicole called as she came inside.

“Oh, Fuck!” Samantha screamed out as she placed a vibrating egg on her clit.

“Damn, putting on a good show for our little bitch boy, are you?” Nicole called back

“Yes baby, but hurry up. I need to get fucked,” Samantha moaned in return.

Nicole ran up the stairs, strap-on in hand. 

“Oh look at you, baby. So fucking hot,” Nicole said from the doorway.

“I missed you,” Samantha said.

Nicole pulled Justin’s head back by the hair. “You like watching her cum?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” Justin replied.

“Now you get to watch me fuck her. You’d like to fuck her right now, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am, God yes,” he said

“Too bad,” Nicole laughed, slipping the strap-on around her, “she’s mine.”

Samantha smiled at him meekly, avoiding Nicole seeing her do it and got to her knees.

“Come on baby, fuck me from behind,” Samantha asked.

Nicole wasted no time mounting her from behind and ramming her pussy with the strap-on. Samantha rubbed her clit in circles with the vibrating egg while Nicole pounded her harder and faster from behind. She loved the way it felt but she couldn’t take her eyes off of Justin. She wanted, needed, to know what it felt like to fuck him.

“Oh God, fuck me,” Samantha screamed, her eyes fixated on Justin, and his fixated on her as she reached climax.

“That was fast baby, you must have cum a lot while I was at the store,” Nicole said as she pulled out and sat on the bed.

“Yeah, I really wanted to torture him,” Samantha replied.

“You did a great job baby, look how fucking hard he is,” Nicole laughed.

“It would be a shame to waste that hard of a cock,” Samantha said. “Maybe we should use him.”

“How?” he asked.

“Shut up. Nobody was talking to you,” Nicole yelled at him.

“Can we?” Samantha asked.

“Use him how?” Nicole questioned.

“You know I’ve always wanted to be fucked while I eat your pussy,” Samantha said. “It’s not like he’ll be able to cum anyway.”

“No fucking fair,” Justin argued just for show.

“Shut up,” Nicole screamed.

“Never mind, it’s a bad idea,” Samantha said, looking down.

“No baby. Of course we can. This is your day. Anything you want. I just don’t want him enjoying himself too much,” Nicole said. “You’re right though, with that cock ring, it’ll just torture him further.”

“Remember, I’ve got that picture of you jacking off in my tree. If you make one wrong move, I’ll go to the police and have you arrested,” Samantha said, trying to be stern toward him.

“And I’ve got damn good aim, I could shoot you dead three blocks down the road,” Nicole added.

“I won’t try anything,” Justin said, flashing a huge grin at Samantha, “I swear.”

Samantha pushed Nicole to the bed and reached for the restraints tied to the legs of the bed.

“What are you doing?” Nicole said.

“You know you can’t keep your hands to yourself when I eat your pussy,” Samantha said, “and I know you like to be blindfolded.”

“Damn girl, going all out,” Nicole smiled, unaware of Samantha’s reasoning.

She tied her to the bed and slipped a blindfold over her eyes.

“I’m going to untie the bastard, I’ll be right back baby,” Samantha said after she sweetly kissed her.

She kissed Justin hard on the mouth as she untied his arms and then his torso.

“You can take the cock ring off when you want to cum,” she whispered in his ear. “Make sure to take it with you when you leave so she won’t know.”

She kissed him again and stood up.

“Stay in the damn chair til I call for you,” Samantha said in feigned anger.

Samantha crawled up the bed and shoved two pillows under Nicole’s ass. She raised her legs up and put them on her shoulders before she leaned down and started to lick her clit. Nicole started to moan quickly as Samantha pushed all the right buttons. Under the distraction of the noise, Justin got up and started to lick Samantha’s pussy from behind. Samantha tried hard to concentrate on Nicole and temper her own desire to scream out until she couldn’t do it any longer.

“Now,” she yelled. “Fuck me now!”

“Oh, God,” Nicole moaned. “You better fuck her good.”

Justin slowly brought his cock up to her pussy and ran the head of it up and down her clit, gently pressing it against her pussy. She rocked back into him, taking the head inside of her.

“Oh God,” she said as he rocked into her slowly.

She slowly pressed two fingers into Nicole’s pussy as she flicked the clit back and forth.

Justin reached around and gently squeezed her clit as he pushed the entire length of his cock deep inside her tight pussy.

“Fuck,” he screamed as her pussy gripped his cock tightly.

“God, yes,” she screamed.

‘You like that baby. Is he fucking you good?” Nicole asked.

“Yeah baby. He’s a decent fuck,” Samantha said, trying to hide just how great it really was.

“A decent fuck?” Justin repeated. “We’ll see about that.”

He started to fuck her harder and faster, rubbing her clit in faster circles.

“God, yes,” she screamed out as she started to fuck Nicole faster with her fingers.

“Yeah baby, fuck me with your fingers baby,” Nicole yelled.

Samantha tried to concentrate on eating Nicole’s pussy as she rocked back to meet each of Justin’s thrusts.

She drove her fingers deep inside Nicole’s pussy, trying to match Justin as she licked and sucked on her clit.

“Yeah baby. God, it feels so fucking good,” Nicole yelled.

“Cum for me baby, cum for me now,” Samantha screamed out to Justin.

“Fuck me with your tongue baby, you know that’s how I like to cum,” Nicole said, bringing her back to the moment.

Samantha reached back and unfastened the cock ring before digging her tongue deep inside Nicole’s pussy.

Justin started slamming her harder, driving her tongue even deeper inside of Nicole.

“God yes, baby. Fuck me with your tongue baby. Fuck me,” Nicole screamed out.

Justin grabbed the vibrating egg and pressed it against Samantha’s clit as he fucked her hard and fast. She moaned loudly as she reached orgasm as came all over his rock hard cock. As her pussy pulsated and throbbed around his cock, he exploded inside of her.

Samantha screamed, “Fuck me!” as loud and as long as she could to cover the noises of his orgasm. She moaned and called out as she came again as streams of hot sticky cum filled her up. 

“Get out, go jack off somewhere,” she yelled at him before she stuck her tongue deep inside of Nicole’s pussy, reaching and stroking her spot as she rubbed her clit in circles.

“Oh God, yes, oh God, babeeeeey,” Nicole screamed out as she came.

Samantha looked back at Justin who picked up the cock ring and smiled. She leaned forward and kissed Nicole as he left.




Peeping Tom



“That was great baby,” Nicole said as Samantha snuggled up beside her.

“Amazing. I can’t wait for our next peeping tom,” Samantha smiled.



Peeping Tom



I was dropped off just outside of Helena, Montana by My last ride. It was about 10:30 P.M. and since I was tired and hungry I looked to see where I might find some shelter and food.

There did not seem to be too many houses around, but I saw some lights about a quarter mile away and walked over to them.

It was a house several hundred yards from the road, and I thought I might find some shelter and food there. I went up to the house and looked in the widow. There were these two good looking women sitting in the Living room watching television. They were clothed in just Underwear, and I couldn't help getting an erection. I moved closer to the window, but as I did

I stepped on rock and fell with a loud clatter against some wood boards.

By the time I got up and looked in the window there was only one woman in the room watching television. I wondered where the other woman had gone, but no for long. All of a sudden someone covered my face with some cloth, and held me down, forcing me to breath what was on the cloth until I passed out.

When I came to, I was lying on my back with my arms tied to my sides and my feet tied together. There was one of the women sitting on my chest with my head in between her thighs and my face pressed into the crotch of her underpants. Someone else was sitting on my legs so I couldn't move at all.

The woman sitting on my chest spread her legs a little so I could hear, and told me that they were going to call the Sheriff who was a friend of Theirs, and they could guarantee I would be spending the next year in Jail.

I told them as clearly as I could with my mouth covered by her pussy, that I was sorry, and would never do it again, if only they would let me go.

They then asked if I like what I saw, and I eagerly said Yes! They said that maybe a deal could be worked out if I behaved myself. I said anything but jail, and I would do anything they wanted if they did not call the sheriff.

She asked if I meant anything, and I immediately said Yes, anything.

I had no idea what would happen next, until she pulled the crotch of her underpants aside, and said to start kissing her pussy. I thought this was great and started kissing. She started to get wet immediately, and she told me to start licking, which I did with great relish. After about 20 minutes she came and kept coming for several minutes.

After she finished I felt the other woman move up as she got off of me, and sit exactly as her friend did, siting high on my chest with her pussy covering my mouth., except she had taken her underpants off. I had to suck her, and lick her wherever and how ever she instructed until she came also. I assumed that they would untie me and let me up, but that did not happen. Instead they told me that in lieu of spending a year in jail, I would have to spend a month as their pussy slave, and as long as I behaved and did as I was told, they would let me go after the thirty days was up, but if I did not do exactly as they commanded I would have to remain a pussy slave for an extra day for every infraction.

I told them no way and they had better let me up or I would tell what they wanted me to do. They both laughed, and asked who I would tell, and how?

With that the women sitting on my chest and face, scooted up so Her pussy covered my mouth and nose, and I couldn't breath. They told me that if I felt like that they would just smother me to death and then bury my where no one would ever find me. After a minute, I felt like I was going to die, and I tried to talk and tell them I would do as they asked, but they said it was too late. Just before I passed out she pulled up on her pussy and I could breath through my nose. She asked if I had something to say and I tried to nod my head , but couldn't, so she said if I wanted to talk to just lick her pussy, and beg with my tongue; needless to say I did, and they said that now it would be five weeks instead of a month. I groaned, but knew I really had no choice but agree, hoping that they would not really do what they said they would.

They told me the rest of the rules, which were to never speak unless asked to, respond to all commands immediately, and never refuse to do anything they wanted me to do.

Little did I know the things I would be commanded to do.

They questioned me about myself, and where I came from, if I had a family, all of which I answered, and told them I had no family, and no real friends. They were really pleased about that, because they said it meant no one would be looking for me.

When they got off of me, I realized that I was in my under shorts and T-shirt, when I asked them for my clothes, they said that I would not be needing them as I was not going anywhere for a while.

They then decided that it was time to go to sleep, and they stood me up and dragged me into the bedroom, They were both bigger than I was but they said that they would not want to carry me everywhere so they untied my legs, and retied them so I was hobbled, but could take only short steps with them leading me where they wanted me to go. I was taken into the bedroom and thrown on the bed. They told me I would be sleeping in the bed under the covers all night so that I would be close by in case they awoke and wanted to be sucked off. They got into bed on either side of me and pushed me under the covers so that my head was below their asses. They told me that I would have to be still so they would not be disturbed and awoken until they were ready. They forced a pair of underpants in my mouth to prevent me from talking and doubled my legs up behind me by tying them to the rope that bound my arms.

I was tired and was almost asleep when one of them passed gas. My head was right below their asses and since I could only breathe through my nose, I had no choice but to keep smelling it and the others they passed through out the night. I was very tired and not getting enough oxygen so I did fall asleep or passed out.

In the morning I was awoken being smothered as my face was pressed into one of their pussies. She had simply pulled my head in between her thighs and I tried to thrash, but could not free my face. I thought that I would suffocate, until I felt the cover lifted, and one of her thighs eased up. She pulled the underpants from my mouth and said it was time to start working and my job was to please her pussy. I had to kiss and lick her pussy exactly as she instructed for it seemed at least a half hour until she came. After a few minute the other one pulled my head in between her legs and I had to kiss and lick her pussy until she came also.

They both sat up and my face was buried in one of their pussies while they talked about how it would be for the next five weeks, one of them laughed and said that was assuming I behaved my self and did everything they asked immediately so they had no reason to add time. They were nurses, which is why they had the chloroform used to make me pass out, but they worked different shifts so one of them would always be with me. This was just Saturday morning and they did not work on weekends so they were going to have until Monday to train me in doing whatever they wished. I was to have all the joy juice from their pussies I could suck but no other food for a while to keep me hungry, and all the piss I could want to drink. With that said they took me into the bathroom and into the shower. I was forced onto my knees and one of them pulled my head back and placed one of her legs over my shoulder so that her pussy was over my mouth. I was instructed to open my mouth wide, and make sure I drank it all. At first it came out slowly, and being thirsty I drank her piss, but then it came out very hard and I could not swallow fast enough. I felt it dribble down my chin and chest. I was told I would have to learn to drink it all without spilling any as they would want me to drink their piss whenever and wherever the urge hit them. The other one got into the same position and I had to drink her piss also. Since I could not swallow all of their piss, my underwear got wet, and they said that from now on I would not wear anything but my bindings so they would not have to wash my things. They cut my underwear off so that they did not have to untie me and turned on the shower. They decided that since I was down there I might as well suck them off in the shower. They both had me suck them off in the same position that I drank their piss, facing them with one leg over my shoulder and my mouth pressed into their pussies.

After they dried themselves and then me, I was taken into the Kitchen and pushed under the table. I was told that I would have my face in between their legs while they ate their breakfast and throughout the day. My knees were hurting and I made the mistake of trying to say it. My head was yanked back by my hair, and I was told that talking without permission was not allowed and I just added another day to my imprisonment. She then pushed my face into her pussy so firmly I could not breathe. I tried to squirm but couldn't move. I felt as though I was going to pass out, but she would not let me get any air. I guess she felt that I was passing out, and just before I did, the pressure was released and I could get some air through my nose. She then reminded me that my continuing to breathe was up to them, and asked if I understood that it was through their kindness that they would allow me to continue to breathe, as long as I was a good Pussy slave. I would be deprived of air whenever they felt like it to keep reminding me of that fact.

After breakfast, I was taken into the living room and placed on my knees in front of the couch. They both sat down with the newspaper between them, and the television on. My face was pulled in between one of their thighs and their legs place over my shoulders to keep me in place. I was told to just stay there and kiss her pussy until she was ready to be sucked off. She was sitting on a towel which was there to catch whatever joy juice I did not suck up. After a while I was told to lick and suck until she came, after which I was pulled over to the other one to do the same for her. She felt some Joy juice slip into her crack so she lifted her legs and I was forced to lick the juice from her crack, and while I was there to stick my tongue as far into her anus as possible. She said that it felt good, and I would be doing that on a regular basis also.

After a couple of hours they took me back into the bedroom and place me on the bed. They said it was nap time, but I would be sleeping with my face in their pussies. One of them pulled on a pair of spandex tights with holes cut in the front just above the crotch. I was to find out why, when she got behind my head on her knees and forced my head into the hole with the back of my head on the crotch and my face looking up at her pussy. She proceeded to pull them up as tight as she could, which forced my face into her pussy. She said that now she would not have to hold me in place or worry about me pulling away. The spandex was so tight on my head that my face was trapped right where she want it. She just lay down on her side and told me that I would always have my head in their shorts whenever they went to sleep from now on. She passed gas and with my nose by her crack and very little air in there I had no choice but to smell it, and smell it. I heard her giggle and comment to the other that I would learn to love smelling her farts as it meant I was still breathing. She did take a nap for a couple of hours, and I fell asleep also. I was awaken by my head being squeezed between her thighs, and I knew that it was time to start pleasing her pussy. I kissed licked, and sucked for a long time, and realized that I was becoming trained as I did what she wanted, and she hadn't had to tell me.

After she came, she pulled down her shorts enough so my head could come out, but the respite was short lived. The other one got behind me and forced my head into her shorts and pulled them up in the same way. She was not tired and wanted to be sucked off which I did for almost an hour before she came.

I was amazed at their capacity to Orgasm, but was soon to learn that 6 or 7 times a day was normal for them. I was under the table at all meals and on my knees in front of the couch when they were in the living room. My face was in one or the other of their pussies constantly, and I could hear them talking on the phone, and carrying on as though everything was normal. I was dining on their joy juice, and drinking their piss several times a day, and learning to swallow as fast as it came, because when I did not swallow it all they added time to my imprisonment. My days and nights were pretty much the same for the rest of the week, and I was smothered to near death two or three times a day to keep reminding me that they were in complete charge.

The weekend came and so did a change in my servitude. They had invited two girl friends to spend the weekend, and I was kept busy 24 hours a day, but that is for the next chapter. 



Peeping Tom



Hearing rustling amongst the hay bales Tom the ostler went to investigate. Peering through a hole in the bales he couldn't believe what he saw:

The maid was lying sprawled across a bale with her brown hair pulled out of her bun. Her black dress was undone revealing her large breasts with nipples pink and erect. Her skirts were hitched up revealing no underwear but a neatly trimmed pussy. Between her legs was the lord of the manor. His nose was buried in her pussy as he licked her hard clit and a finger slid in and out of her soft wet sex. She arched her back and moaned as he drew her closer and closer to ecstasy.

At her head was another man, one of the lord's friends. His trousers were down around his ankles and the maid clasped his red hard cock in one hand as her other ran over a breast squeezing it. The friend's eyes were closed from extreme pleasure as she alternated between his erect cock which he thrust forward as her hand ran up and down its length. He drew it closer to her mouth and she pulled back the tip's shield to lick at the inflamed head with its drip of cum. The friend remarked in a tight voice from having to hold back, "I can't stand this any longer. I'm going to come soon."

The lord looked up, lips glistening from the maid's soaking clit, "I'm not ready yet."

"Then come here mi'lord and I'll help you along." The maid smiled with a slight French accent to her voice. Her hand beckoned to her master and he approached her, undoing his tight trousers as he shuffled over on his knees. His cock bounced out and she took it in one hand, "It does not seem to need any help."

"Good." The lord sat himself on the bale of hay and pulled the maid who protested slightly on to his lap. She pulled off her dress completely as it was getting in the way. She enquired, "Am I to have one at a time or both?"

"What would you like?" The friend asked with a leer.

"Please yourself, I take it anyway a man needs." She smiled with a knowing look of what the friend wanted.

"Excellent." He spat on his hand and began to rub it along his cock.

The lord was pushed down by the maid on to the bale. He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her on to his hard eager cock. She leant forward and her breasts dangled in front of him. He reached out and took a nipple into his mouth and sucked it hard making her squeal with pleasure. As she slowly moved up and down his cock, drawing the pleasure out for both of them his hands moved to her buttocks. He gave each a squeeze before one found her arsehole and gave it a gentle probe. Her neck arched backwards as she silently enjoyed the pleasure.

She felt someone kneel over her and it was the friend. The lord held her buttocks apart for his friend. The friend guided his own fat cock into her arsehole and though the maid whimpered she felt her muscles give way and it slipped in. She found herself pressed between the two men with one stroking her clit and the other sucking at her breasts. She shivered from the heightened pleasures that weren't going to stop.

The friend was the first to come. He leant hard against her, pressing her body into the lord. His hand covered her mouth so she couldn't cry out as he thrust himself deep into her arsehole, as far as he could before he exploded and cum began to ooze out. He lay there for a moment before slowly drawing himself out. 

With him gone from her back the maid sat upright a little and smiling down at her lord she began to clench her muscles round his cock and every time she came up she almost slipped off his cock to tease his sensitive tip. He moaned and would force her back down on to his cock's whole length. He felt his balls tense and then he came in her and with a shudder he closed his eyes. The maid turned from looking at him with a pleased smile on her face. Looking towards the wall of hay she saw Tom and gave him a wink and kiss as if to hint she would have him next. 



Peeping Tom



I watched her from the windowsill peering through her curtains; the white curtains matched her white linen and white pillows. She was tightly wound in a fetal position her body crumbling in on itself. Was she shaking from the cold winter night that was pressing upon her skin? I smiled at her innocence; one should not leave the window open in such unsafe times. She may have been 18 but the look of her sleeping betrayed what I knew to be fact. I pushed aside the curtains and watched. She shivered. I had a though of pulling the covers over her just to see if I could get away with it. I wondered if she'd even know that a man had intruded inside her room and gently covered her body from the cold. 

With that though being the center of my addiction I climbed into her bedroom from the window, exercising all caution and sliding the white curtains across the bar holding them until the window was accessible and wide open. I then slowly inched my way into her pretty room. The carpet was a soft mahogany and padded, so that when I stepped down into the bedroom my boots pressed into the carpet. I glanced around the room, since I could now see more from such a vantage point. She had a very childlike style, although she was eighteen. Her bed spread which had fallen to the floor was a pink rose color. She had a few posters on her eggshell walls. Nameless boy band and teenage heart throbs. She had a rack of stuffed animals; all of them were polar bears. I had noticed polar bear snow globes and figurines on her dresser. I smiled to myself and approached her figure. 

Her long honey brown hair splashed across her pillow and her little blue nightgown had ridden up to thighs. I shuddered inside, my prick instantly hardening. I could make out her budding nipples peeking from the silken fabric. Reaching down I trailed my fingertips across her revealed thighs. Her skin was angel soft and I had to hold back all my primal urges at the mere traces my fingertips were doing on her skin. I lusted after her madly. I had been watching the girl for over four months now. My body needed to ravish her young innocence. I licked my lips and feasted my eyes over her; I slowly lifted up her night gown until I could see her white panties. I almost came in my jeans from the sight of her perfect round ass clad in a pair of white cottons. 

Perverse as I was for peeking in on her every night for the past four months I was beside myself. I wasn't sure if fucking her tight, most likely virgin ass was the right thing to do. A graceful groan escaped her semi parted lips. I felt a tremor run from my head to my groin and knew that to deny my needs could result in devastating consequences. Abandoning my earlier inhibitions I unbuckled my black leather belt and unbuttoned my jeans to allow my partial erection to grow. 

I looked around the girl's room and noticed a sewing kit on her nightstand. I licked my lips and grinned. She was too sweet; I bet she would taste so fucking good. I quietly took the scissors from the pouch and stared down at the sleeping beauty before me. I knew I was going to enjoy this. 

I cut away at the side of the panties expertly holding the cloth away from her skin and snipping without notice. I glanced at her face serene in sleep, what did she dream of? I had to wonder if she had an idea of what was about to befall her. As the underwear came away I let it fall off her ass and my prick became stiff and pushed against my jeans almost painfully. I unzipped my pants and let my cock free from its prison. I touched her newly revealed skin, tracing my finger down curve of her ass. I let my hand grab her soft firm butt as my eyes stayed on her face waiting for some sign of her slumber disturbed. When her breath hadn't even changed its pace I became encouraged, I was already rock hard knew without looking that pre-cum glistened and coated my head. Her inspiring figure and my encouragement at her lack of response fueled my next move. It was almost too easy to lift up her leg at the ankle and place her in a position my gluttonous eyes would thank me for. The front of her body was in full view and I gradually viewed her alluring temptation. Her nipples peaked and almost strained the front of the blue silk, continuing my exploration my eyes went over the flat of her stomach, and eventually led me to the front of her panties. She was covered by what was left of the garments and I hastily cut the other side, almost drooling with eagerness as the last of the barrier was brought down and removed carefully from her body. Morals declining at an alarming rate I almost said a prayer before my feast.

She was in all her glory breathtaking, heart stopping, and above all an instant erection maker. Almost hairless, but if you looked closely you would notice fine blond hair overlaid her mound. She was slightly wet and perfectly made. I could have cam at the sight had I not had darker deeds to do. I wondered how I was going to put my mouth on such a decadent dessert and not get caught. How could I make this work? 

I could tie her up, bind her to the bed and then have my way with her or I could threaten her to stay quiet, I could even hope for the best, hope that she'd never wake. Reality can be a bitch sometimes, but I had come all this way and already passed the point of no return so I decided a mix of all three would suffice. Now was the time for action, all I had to do was get the supplies...