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I See You

By: ShakesGurl



“Oh that feels so nice.” Vanessa Walters gasps as her boyfriend Joshua friction fucks her. Joshua looks down watching Vanessa close her eyes and push back at him her long black hair falling over the couch. This felt good but he wanted more. He sucks her lower lip into his mouth as his hand slips under her shirt pulling it over her Cup breasts. He pushes against her again, kissing her passionately, his hand tweaking her hard nipple.

“You like that?” Joshua smiles as Vanessa moans and wraps her legs around him. “You want more baby?”

“Vanessa!” Mrs. Walters stands in living room mouth agape. Her 18-year-old daughter is lying on the couch with her shirt over her bra and her boyfriend wrapped tightly in-between her long smooth legs. Joshua jumps off of Vanessa the color draining from his face.

“Mrs. Walters I-” Joshua feels the icy glare coming from her eyes. Vanessa sits up quickly pulling her shirt and skirt down.

“Get out of my goddamn house you fucking little pervert! Don’t over come back here again or so help me…!” Mrs. Walters’s eyes shoot to Joshua’s crotch where a very noticeable bulge is straining to get free. Joshua runs out of the house ignoring Vanessa’s pleas for her mother to calm down.

“Why did you do that?! We were just making out, it’s no big deal. It’s not like we were having sex!” Vanessa storms to the stairs. “If it was Nick in here with his skank of a girlfriend you would have made them milk and fucking cookies!”

“That’s it you are grounded. If you so much as step a toe outside of this house I will pull your College funds!” Vanessa slams her door before her mother finished her rant. There was no way she was going to be grounded tonight. Mark’s end of summer bash was tonight and she knows Joshua was going to go with or without her. Every girl there would be lined up to take Vanessa’s place. Vanessa grabs her phone and dials her brother Nicks’ number.

“Hello?” Nick sounded out of breath.

“Mom is being a complete dictator! She’s trying to ground me for making out with Joshua. Nick you know I have to be at the party tonight. Please please help me out here bro. I’ll make it up to you some how.” Vanessa looked out the window to her brother garage apartment. A blue Honda parked next to the SUV mom and dad had bought him. “I see Jane is visiting.”

“Shut up. Look I’ll talk to mom later. I gotta go.” Vanessa hears the click of the other line, she puts her phone down and reaches for the binoculars.

“Let’s see what little trick Jane’s performing today.” She smiles as she peers into her Brother bedroom. Jane is standing naked over, Nicks sweaty naked body, his 9 inch cock standing straight up. Jane finishes tying up his hands to the bedpost and steps off the bed. Vanessa never understood why Nick bothered with Jane, her breasts weren’t exactly great. Perky but small, her ass was decent, and her face wasn’t bad or anything she was your average cute girl, but that was the problem, Jane’s average where as Nick was built like a god. A tall, handsome, sweet guy with very nicely toned body, with just the right amount of muscles (His most impressive one between his legs.) He’s a GOD.

Jane wraps her hands around his pole and slides them up down and over the shaft, slowly taking the head between her lips. Vanessa’s mouth opens slowly as she watches Jane take the massive length of cock into her mouth and down her throat. “Now that is goddamn impressive.” Vanessa drops one hand into her skirt, slipping her fingers into her wet hot cunt. She watches Nick thrash around as best he can while tied up. Jane pulls off every few minutes as he gets close to shooting a wad of cum down her mouth. “You’re driving him nuts- well close to it.” Jane kisses her way up to Nick’s lips and lowers her self onto him, she begins to slam herself up and down. Vanessa fingers herself to their rhythm, and as they cum, she does slumping onto her bed, her face flushed, her heart racing.

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She lies there for a while until she hears a car door shut and back out of the driveway, then the back door open and shut.

“MA?” Nick’s voice reverberates around the house Vanessa opens her a door a bit to hear. Mrs. Walters walks out of the living room a can of Lysol in her hand.

“She called you to her rescue again didn’t she? Well did she tell you what I came home to nick?” Nick sits at the base of the stairs.

“She’s eighteen ma. You should just be glad she’s still a virgin.” Nick smirks. “Most girls I knew at her age weren’t.”

“That’s apples an oranges Nick. And if she keeps up on the road she’s on she won’t marry in white, I can tell you that much.” She sits next to Nick, who is lighting a cigarette. “I think she does this to get at me.” She takes the cigarette from him.

“Doubt it. You know Vanessa’s a good kid mom. Look she wants to go to a party tonight, her friend Janny is performing with some wanna be No-doubt band. I’ll go with her, if you lift restriction. I’ll make sure she marries in white.” He laughs and takes the cigarette back.

“You better not let that creep near her…or atleast let them go anywhere alone.” Mrs Walters sighs and stands. “This would be easier if you’re father was alive.”

“You do a great job mom.” Nick winks and heads upstairs, Mrs. Walters arms herself with the Lysol and heads back into the living room.

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Vanessa messes with the radio in Nick’s mustang. “I love this song.!” She turns it up and sings along. “It’s your birthday, we’re gonna party…”

Nick smiles and looks over to his sister. He pink sweater missing the back, her black pants making her ass look like a holiday resort. “I can’t believe you’re wearing that shirt. It makes you look trashy.” He shifts in his seat. Vanessa looks at him upset. 

“Joshua says I look good.” She turns back to the road and crosses her arms. “Why would you tell me something like that Nick? I’m sure I look better than Plain Jane!” Nick looks over to her.

“At least Jane doesn’t have to sell herself out like a cheap trick to get a guy.” 

“It’s not like you’re anything special. Just a big dick.” She turns to him. “Head.”

Nick sighs and looks back at the road. He puts his hand on her thigh. “I was being a dickhead. You look fine.” Nick squeezes her high. “I’m sorry sis.” 

Vanessa smiles and puts her hand over his slightly moving it up. “It’s okay.”

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“I’m gonna get some drinks!” Nick hollers over the raging music. There must be over 100 people at the party.

“Alright!” Vanessa waves to Claire her best friend and hottest chick Vanessa had ever met in Stars Peak. Vanessa had even considered playing les, but was distracted by Joshua before anything had a chance to happen. “Hey cutie. Don’t tell me you’re dateless tonight.” 

“Gotta keep the options open babe!” Claire gives Vanessa a peck on the lips and hands her the red cup. “Cranberry Vodka.” Vanessa takes a sip.

“You see Joshua around yet?”

Claire looks to stairs and around the party. “Uh nope. Claire raises her eyebrow as Nick approaches them. “Though I can’t say I’ve really been looking for him.”

Nick hands them a drink, and checks out Claire in her micro mini and barely cover anything halter-top. “Hey Claire.” Vanessa rolls her eyes as Claire laughs.

“I’m going to look for Joshua.” Vanessa heads upstairs. Before Nick can follow her Claire grabs his arm and whispers something into his ear. A look of anger and shock comes over his face.

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Vanessa squeezes past a couple making out and opens a bedroom door. “Mark have you seen Joshua?” Mark is sitting at the edge of his bed, a young girl clearly drunk is giving him a slow messy blow job.

“Next…” he closes his eyes and gasps. His hands clutch the girls head as he begins to face fuck her. “Oh fuck yeah! Uh…fuck!” The girl gags and tries to pull away. “Swallow it bitch!” Vanessa looks on bored. No sooner as he’s finished emptying his load in the girl, he stands pulling up his pants, a smile of satisfaction on his face. “Come on V. I’ll show you where he’s at. “ He walks inot the hall shutting the door.

“If you had done that to me when we were going out. I would have bit it off.” Vanessa Follows him, Mark shrugs.” 

“I would have enjoyed it up until then.” He grins and stops in front of a door. “Alright before you go in there…”He puts his hand on her to stop her from opening the door. “He didn’t think you were going to be here tonight. He was sad and lonely-” Vanessa opens the door.

“Uh! Yeah…Harder baby…fuck me!” Oh god yes! Oh…” Joshua is banging a girl doggie style, slamming his dick into Barbie’s human counterpart.

“You mother fucker!” A small crowd quickly gathers outside of the room. Mark is laughing so hard he has to hold himself up on the door.

Joshua jumps out of the bed, his hard on quickly deflating. “Vanessa?” He glares over at Mark. “What the fuck man?” Joshua doubles over as Vanessa’s boot cracks him in the nuts. She turns to attack the girl on the bed but Mark pulls her out of the room and leaders her back to his. The girl gone he locks the door behingd them.

“She’s just a victim of circumstance and low IQ points V.” He hands a bottle of Jack Daniel’s to her. Between fighting the anger and the tears she takes swigs from the bottle.

“How could he do that me?”

“I dunno.” As Vanessa takes another couple of drinks he moves closer. “Some guys are just jerks I guess.” Mark pulls the bottle from her lips and kisses her. Vanessa pulls away. “He didn’t know how lucky he was V.” Vanessa smiles and lets Mark kiss her again.

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Claire frowns and looks to Nick. “She should be back by now.”

“Are you sure you saw him go up there?” Nick finishes his second beer.

“Him and Barbie.” Claire sees Kit come in the front door. Kit is dressed in tight leather pants and a blue hoodie. Her blue eye shadow makes her green eyes glisten almost as much as her red lips. “I sees something I likes.” Nick chuckles and watches as Kit approaches Kit, then heads upstairs.

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Vanessa is on her back, Mark between her legs. She closes her eyes as he flicks his tongue over her clit. She purrs softly and arches her back. Vanessa reaches for her head but he pulls back. “Tell me you want it.” Mark inserts a finger into her hot wet cunt. “Tell me Vanessa.” He pulls his finger out and adds a second.

Vanessa lifts her head, the booze having relaxed her quite a bit. “I want you.” Mark seems satisfied and begins to lick and suck on her pussy. He sucks her clit into his mouth. “Oh fuck me!” Vanessa throws her head back. “Oh yes…mmmm ahhhh fuck…” she pants as her sex is attacked. Mark lifts her legs over his shoulder and uses his free hand to try and keep her still. “Ooooh. Uh uh..yes…sooo fucking…UH! Good…don’t yes…..don’t stop.” Mark replaces his fingers with his tongue, darting in and out over her honey hole. “Shit..I’m cummmmingggg!” She shoves his face into her.

“Vanessa are you in there?” Nicks voice makes Vanessa sit up locking Mark in place.

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Mark opens the door. “Hey Nick. She’s in here…She just caught Josh with another chick.” Nick watches as Vanessa walks out of the room her face flushed.

“Are you okay?” Nick follows her.

“I’m fine. Just take me home.” Vanessa heads downstairs Claire watches Vanessa and Nick leave, as kit sucks on her neck and fingers her.

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“So, what happened back there?” Nick has his eyes fixed on the road.

“He was fucking someone else okay?” Vanessa looks out her window.

“I meant with you and Mark. I know something happened.” Nick grips the sterring wheel tightly.

“It’s none of you business.” Vanessa rolls the window down. “I don’t feel good Nick.” “Bullshit! Vanessa I know something happened.” Nick looks over at his sister.

“Pull over. I think I’m gonna be sick.” Nick pulls off the road and comes to a stop near some trees and a broken street light. Vanessa gets out and gags bending over. Nick walks up behind her and rubs her back.

“You’re not a very good drinker.” He pulls her hair back.

“He went down on me was all.” She begins to cry. “I let him. I wanted to just not feel bad. To not feel stupid… No lectures on it please Nick. No name calling and no lectures.” Vanessa stands upright and turns to Nick. “I’m not a whore.”

Nick wipes her tears away. “I know.” He hugs Vanessa, she leans up and kisses him, pressing her body to his. Nick returns the kiss dropping his hands to her ass. He picks her up and she wraps her legs around him grinding herself into him. “Wait. Stop.” Nick puts his sister down and walks back to the car trying to ignore his growing hardon. Vanessa follows.

“I’m sorry.” She shuts the door and rolls up her window.

“Put your seat belt on.” Nick pulls the car back onto the road. As she buckles her seat belt she catches a glimpse of his bulging crotch and smiles to herself.

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Vanessa watches TV in nick apartment waiting for him to come back from the house, she finds a soft porn channel and sits back watching the girl on girl action. The door opens and Nick walks in carrying a couple plates of food. “Mom left them for us.” He hands her one and sits down next to her, neither touch their food. “What are you watching?” He grins as he notices to busty blondes going at it.

“Semi Porn.” Vanessa turns off the TV. “Are we going to talk about what happened or just act like it never happened and let things get tense and uncomfortable for us?” 

Nick takes her plate and puts them on the table. “Why did you kiss me? I’m your brother.”

“Yeah my hot brother that would be my perfect guy if our DNA weren’t so damn linked.” Vanessa looks to her brother. “Why did you kiss me back?”

“I wanted to.” Nick locks eyes with his sister. “I know you watch me from your room.” He smiles. “why do you think I always forget to close the curtains?” 

Vanessa blushes a bit. “Okay I feel embarrassed. But now that we know we’re into each other…” She watches her big brother hoping he’ll make the first move. Nick licks his lips but something is holding him back. “I want to take this as far as you do Nick.” Vanessa leans across from the couch and kisses her brother. Nick pulls her into his lap and pulls her sweater off. They each take turns undressing each other, Nick groans as Vanessa wraps her hands over his dick and begins to masturbate him. Vanessa leans close to his ear and whispers, “The only whore I want to be is yours.” She bites his lobe and lowers herself in front of his massive cock. Nick looks down as his little sister flicks her tongue over his head, licking the pre-cum off. Her eyes lock on his as she takes him into her mouth, struggling with the size. 

“ooohh.” He guides her with his hands on her head. She gets a three quarters of it in and is sucking it so hard his toes are clenched. “Vanessa I’m gonna…” Vanessa swallows the hot liquid loving the taste of her brother. 

“Do you wanna take little sisters’ cherry big brother?” Vanessa stands and sits on his lap, his semi hard dick already coming back to life. “I can’t wait to get that monster in me. Stretching me filling me up.” She lips his lips as she rubs her pussy over his dick. “Fuck me.” Nick picks her up and leads her into the bedroom.

“Are you sure?” He lowers himself on her, the bed squeaks beneath their weight. He looks into Vanessa’s eyes and sees “Fuck me” all over them. The heat between them growing by the second, he aims himself into her. He pushes the head in with a POP and groans. “Fuck your so tight.” He moves in a bit and feels the barrier. Vanessa growls.

“Do it. Fuck me now!” She wraps her legs around his ass and pulls him into her. “OHH MY GOD!!!” She closes her eyes as she tries to get used to the feeling of him in her. Nick sucks on her hard nipple lightly biting it, as he pulls out and slams back into her. “Ahhhh…uh…” She pushes herself into him. “Don’t stop…Faster.” Nick obliges and begins to pump into his hot little sister’s tight hole, slamming it to the base everytime.

“Do you like that Vanessa? You like you’re brother dick in you like this?” He slides it in, slowing a few paces. 

“Yes I love it! Fuck me. I love my brother’s big dick fucking me!!!” She moans loudly feeling her orgasm building. “I love you Nick.” She kisses him and squeezes her self around him. He lets out a moan in the kiss. Again he picks up speed, Vanessa bits her lip as her orgasm takes her. “uuugghhhnnnn yes..yes.. ooooh.” Nick pulls out of her and moves her to her knees. “What…wait what are you doing?”

Nick slides his meat back into her, pumping savagely, he lets his finger run along the rim of her asshole. “Just giving you what you want baby.” He dips his finger into her hole and she grunts slamming herself back against him. “You’re so tight and hot. I want to explore every….part …of…Ungh you!” He reaches around and rubs her clit.

“Ugh! Ooooh fuck …. Me…Nick!” Vanessa closes her eyes feeling his long hard pole sliding in and out of her. This is what she’s ways wanted. She’s the girl in his bed from now on.

“Cum with me.” He rubs her clit faster as he pumps his darling sister with everything he had. “Are you gonna cum?”

“Yes…yesss!” She hiss on the brink. He slams himself to the hilt and empties himself for the second time into his sisters hot quivering cunt. He collapses on top of her leaving himself in her. “I love you V.” He whispers out of breath. She smiles and closes her eyes.

“I love you to.” She squeezes herself around him again shivering from the pleasure.

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Mrs. Walters is in the kitchen preparing breakfast when Nick and Vanessa walk in. “Well later to bed early to rise? This is new.” She kisses them both and nods to Vanessa. “Claire came by this morning. I thought you were upstairs. She said you had a fight with Joshua last night?”

“Me and Josh are so over. I deserve better.” Vanessa winks at Nick as Mrs. Walters opens the fridge. “I slept over at Nicks. We stayed up talking and stuff.” She heads to the stairs.

“Nick get the table set.” Nick nods and smiles at Vanessa as she walks upstiars.

Vanessa closes the door to her room and heads to her bathroom, something on the nightstand catcher her eye and she stops dead in her tracks. The binoculars that should be under her bead on next to the clock. The curtains pulled open and a note taped to the window. Vanessa covers her mouth as she reads the note. I SEE YOU…

To be continued. 

I See You



The musky aroma of your sex fills the air as I softly, quietly enter the room. I see you! You’re playing with yourself you naughty girl. You do not realizing I have entered your room, your hair is damp and golden blond it’s fanned out across the pillows of the king size bed. I see you have shaved your womanhood bare. Your tanned body almost glows as you lay on the dark blue satin sheets. You’re so beautiful it’s almost like a dream but I know it isn’t it real very real it has taken all my courage to do this to see you like this. 

You must have just come from the shower; beads of water still linger on your skin or perhaps sweat from the attention your showing to yourself. I am not sure how long you have been at this? As I have just come in so I stand back looking you over drinking in all of you there is to see. Your eyes are closed as your right arm has snaked its way to your bare glistening sex. Your fingers work franticly back and forth over your swollen clit flicking it then spreading your lips like a flower. While your left hand first circles, then pinches, a hardened nipple as your imaginary lover brings you closer to your climax. Your rather large breasts giggle from the motion of your hands. You’re moving your hip to impale your fingers.

I watch as beads of perspiration form on your upper lip before you lick them away. I am afraid you may open your eyes and spoil it. But now you push your fingers into yourself then return to torment your clit. I can see the fluid flowing from between your legs as you fingers push into you; you spread your legs wider to open yourself more. You push your fingers inside your love canal once more this time after you remove them your hand goes straight to you mouth your lips part as your fingers near your tongue finds the sweet nectar licking first relishing your taste before, you plunge them deep in your hungry mouth sucking all your juice from them.

I move closer to you as my pants slide down my legs I am naked now just as you are and I am almost next to you yet still you don’t know. You’re lost in the pleasure your giving yourself. I want you to share it with me to let me pleasure you, for you to pleasure me to take my swollen manhood into you’re sweet mouth to suck me as you sucked you drenched fingers before. 

Your toes curl as you lift your legs opening them even wider inviting no begging to be entered to be ravished your hand returns to fail at your clit. Humping at your fingers you rub then pinch then probe thrusting deeper into your sex before starting it all over again and again and yet again. I am not sure I can hold out much longer I want you so bad. To be on top of you driving my hard cock deep into you until you cry out with pleasure. You’re hands continue to dance over your body. You push your breast to your mouth biting at the swollen nipple.

I want to reach out to touch you but do not want to break the mood. I can feel the heat from your body I am so close. My other hand is wrapped around my swollen cock stroking it slowly at first then increasing its pace to match yours. 

All the while your other hand is busy at your breasts massaging, squeezing, rubbing then pinching and pulling at your hard nipples. Your breathing quickens as you near the edge of pleasure your movements increase as your pending climax nears. You moan tossing your head. I can see the muscles in your thighs begin to quiver. Your close now oh so close just a little more but you stop panting hard pinching your clit then your hand dives deep into your soaking pussy as you cry with pleasure. Your body shakes as the waves of your climax wash over you your eyes open wide seeing me standing almost over you holding myself in my hand stroking in time to your own motions; just as my seed erupts from deep within me arcing thru the air to land in globs and pool on your stomach and breasts. 

As your eyes focus on me shock registers as you realize I am a stranger in your bedroom having just watched you perform a most intimate act while I’ve masturbated with you then come all over you. I grab my pants up not saying a word I turn running thru the door and out of the house hoping I don’t hear a scream….. 



I See You



As soon as I turn the key and open the door, I am greeted by an earth-chilling silence. After a long and hard day at work all I look for, is your presence in the house. But all I come across is darkness and a chilling wind blowing through the windows. I close the door, drop the keys on the coffee table and shrug out of my coat. 

I close the window and switch on the light and the entire room is engulfed in brightness. I find food for me on the table with a note in which you have scribbled hastily, 'Sorry. I couldn't stay up anymore'. Regretting my mistake of not informing you that I would be late, I look into the dishes and find that you have cooked my favorite food. You are always a blessing in disguise for me. I put the food in the microwave and set the timer to heat the dinner.

I make way into the bedroom and in the dim light of the bed lamp, I see you... You are sleeping happily, unaware of the world around you, your chest rising and falling with each breath of yours ... I can make out the outline of your body beneath the covers. I keep ogling at you for what seemed like an eternity. You are smiling in your sleep and I only presume that it might be a really happy dream that you are dreaming. I badly want to crawl into the bed, cozy up with you, feel your body against mine, kiss you crazy and make love to you. But I am tired and my stomach wants its fill. After the long hours at work, I badly need a shower to relieve some of my stress. I drop my clothes into the hamper and step into the shower. The first drops of water hit me and a chill runs down my spine. I set the temperature of the water and take a leisure shower, all the time wishing that you could join me in the shower. I badly want to touch myself but know that whatever I do can never quench my thirst for your body. 

I turn off the water and come out of the shower, naked, water dripping on the carpet as I make way to the wardrobe. I look at you and you are still asleep. How I wish I could sleep that peacefully? I step closer to the bed and press a kiss on your forehead. 

'I missed you,' I whisper but you are so lost in your dream that you don't hear me.

You just shift a little and the covers dip further down exposing more of your delectable body. I press a kiss on your cheek and go to my wardrobe and slip on a robe.

I go to the kitchen and sit down on the table for a lonely dinner with myself. I wish you could join me for dinner. I take the first bite and I can't help but relish the delicious food that you have prepared. I am very fortunate that I have you in my life and that you are the only one with whom I can share everything and anything. I gulp down the food as my stomach growls for more. It's been 7 hours since I had eaten anything. After a sumptuous dinner, I take the dishes and load them into the dishwasher. 

I switch off the light and enter the bedroom. You are sprawled on the middle of the bed, as if you own it. You have kicked back the covers from the bed and I can't stop staring at you. You are lying on your back and your cock is half-erect. I don't know what you are dreaming about. But I bet it might be something sexy and erotic. I remove my robe and settle down beside you. I press a kiss on your lips and stroke your jaw. You mumble something unintelligible and move away from my touch. I graze my fingers across your five o' clock shadow. I kiss you this time a little forcefully and nibble at your lower lip. 

You groan your approval and I place feather light kisses along your neck and travel down. I nibble at your shoulders and tug at your nipples. You shift in your sleep, giving me more access to your body. I pull at your nipples, eliciting a groan from you. I look at you and see that you are still sleeping. I drag my fingers through your chest hair and nibble at your abs. I then move down and see that your cock is growing hard. I take your cock into my hand and stroke it. You grow more and I am amazed at how good you feel in my hand. I lightly rub my 36C breasts across your chest. My nipples are hard and are begging for your attention. But you are fast asleep. 

I settle down between your legs and blow a small puff of air on your cock and you groan. I then take you into my mouth and enjoy the velvety feel of your dick. My hair forms a veil and hides my actions. You drag your fingers through my hair and tuck the strands behind my ear as you wake up.

'Mmm... What are you doing, baby?' you ask me and rise on your elbows and look at me with sleep laden eyes.

'What do you think I am doing?' I ask coyly and go back to my exploration of your body.

'Baby, come over here,' you whisper as you take my hand into yours and tug at my hands.

'Later,' I say and take you into my hands, cup your sac and run my tongue over your balls. You hold and position my head and thrust into my mouth. I lick at the underside of your cock and rotate my tongue around your dick. I grab your ass a couple of times and press a soft kiss at the head of your cock and do the same along the entire length of your shaft.

'Don't tease me, honey,' you grumble as you guide yourself into your mouth. I start sucking you with an increased fervor. I gag a little but again take you into my mouth and allow you to fuck my mouth. You hold my head and keep thrusting. I am wet with arousal as I keep sucking your cock and I graze your cock with my teeth. You groan and try to pull away. But I don't let you go.

'I won't last,' you murmur but I shrug my shoulders and keep sucking your cock. In a few minutes, I feel your cock swell and you shoot your hot and tasty cum down my throat. I keep swallowing and after milking you dry, I give a kiss to your cock. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and climb up your body. I kiss your lips and ask huskily,

'Did you enjoy it?'

'Hmm... It was awesome...' you say as you stroke my hair and bring my face closer to yours for a scorching kiss. You push me onto my back and stretch on top of me.

'Had dinner?' you ask as you press soft kisses on my face.

'Yeah and I am sorry that I was late,' I apologize as I kiss your lips.

'It's alright, baby,' you murmur against my lips and press a string of kisses along my jaw and proceed downward. You kiss my neck and suckle at the most sensitive point of my body -- at the point where my shoulder and neck meet. I moan as you press and nibble at the hollow of my collarbone. You take my breasts into your hands and pump them. You take a nipple into your warm mouth and suckle at it like a baby. You don't stop tugging and I can't suppress my moans. You then shift your attention to the other nipple and give it the same treatment. You then proceed down south and nibble at my stomach. You dip your tongue into my navel and stimulate the bundle of nerves. I launch off the bed but you restrain with your arm draped across me. I writhe beneath you unable to bear the pleasure and pressure of your tongue. 

You kiss at the V of my thighs. You part my thighs and press feather light kisses along my inner thighs. You reach my wet and dripping pussy but you never touch it. Wanting you to touch my pussy, I move my hips towards your mouth but you don't let me succeed. 

'Stop teasing, dammit,' I scream unable to bear your torment.

'Please...'

I beg you but you turn a deaf ear to my pleas and continue your torture. You place a flurry of kisses along the outer lips of my pussy. My pussy is dripping wet with juices and all I want is just one lick of your tongue to cum. But you keep on teasing and keep giving butterfly kisses. 

'Please...' I shriek and bring your head closer to my pussy and you give in. You delve your tongue into my already wet and ready pussy. Your first lick almost makes me cum. Your tongue probes further into my pussy. You then part my folds and pull at the small nub present at the hood. You insert your finger into my wet pussy and I thrust my hips against your finger. You insert another finger and stretch my pussy and you then start moving your fingers in and out of my pussy. I am on the edge and know that I can't hold on any further. I move my hips and thrust against your fingers as I shatter into a mind-blowing orgasm.

'You ok?' you ask out of concern. I just pull you into my arms and give a passionate kiss.

'I am more than ok,' I whisper into your ear before tracing a path from your ear to your jaw.

I run my hands down your back and then across your abdomen until I reach your dick. I take it into my hands and I can already feel it swelling and rising to its full glory. You then remove my hands from your cock and hold them above my head with your left hand. With your other hand, you guide yourself into me. My flesh encases yours and the exquisite feeling that we get is beyond description. I pull you further into me by raising my hips and looping them around your waist. This gives you more access to my pussy and you thrust deeper into me. 

You loosen your hold on my hands and I clutch the sheets and allow you to pound harder into me. 

'FUCK ME,' I scream and you start pounding harder and harder into me. You cock touches the hilt and I feel myself being stretched to accommodate you. You go harder and then switch to slow and long strokes. This drives me crazy. The alternate pace that you set up almost makes me beg you. But after what seems like an eternity, you increase the pace and keep pounding into me faster and harder. I know that you can't wait for long and I thrust my hips and meet every thrust of yours. I clench my muscles and pull you deeper into me as you grunt and shoot your cum in my pussy and I reach the zenith along with you.

'Mmm...' you murmur as you roll onto your side and pull me closer into your arms.

'Thank you for everything and I love you,' I whisper as I snuggle closer to you.

'I love you too, baby' are the words I hear before I slide into a peaceful sleep.

Feedback and comments are welcome. 



I See You (ICU)



Katpaddi railway station is in the state of Tamilnadu, India and is the nearest station of Christian Medical College, Vellore. My father was admitted at CMC, Vellore. 

After getting a call from my brother, I had boarded Himsagar Express train in Punjab and disembarked the train at Katpaddi in an early morning of November a couple of years back. There were auto rickshaws on hire out side the station. 

I informed an eager Auto rickshaw driver about my destination, a hotel near Christian Medical College. He immediately agreed to take me there and I started towards Christian Medical College. 

After three days, my father was to be operated for a stomach ailment. My mother in law and my younger brother in law Kallol were attending him. They were staying in a hotel near the Medical College hospital.

When I reached the hotel, Kallol, my brother was waiting for me. He was ready to go to hospital to visit his father. He had booked a room for me at the same hotel. I checked in and went to my room to get freshened up.

I reached the hospital at 9 O'clock. I met Kallol there. He requested me to donate one bottle of blood for my father's operation. When I reached hospital blood bank, the technicians took blood sample to check blood group. My blood sample was also checked for any infection etc. When the sample was found healthy, blood was drawn from my body by transfusion.

There was no requirement of blood group matching with that of the patient at CMC. If one's patient required three bottles of blood, one had to deposit three bottles of blood through any donor and blood from the specific group of the patient would be allotted by the blood bank to the patient at the time of operation.

My father was suffering from occasional bleeding from the inner wall of his small intestine. Being a high blood pressure patient, the bleeding was frequent and blood would come out through excreta. The doctors had tried to find out the source of hemorrhage through ultrasonography followed by endoscopy, but could not locate any ulcer.

Now, they had decided to go ahead with the operation and check internally if they could visually find any source of bleeding. There was no guarantee that they would find the source but one had to take the chance and go ahead with the operation.

On the scheduled date, father was taken in a wheeled bed by the attendants for the operation at 12 noon. We finished our lunch quickly and came in the waiting room at around one thirty. We were then informed that our patient had been taken to the operating table.

There was a room near the operation theatre for the visitors who waited upon their patients undergoing operation. The ICU patients' visitors and the operation theatre visitors sit in a common waiting room at CMC. A number of sofas, chairs are kept in the waiting room. The visitors can wait for their relatives comfortably there. 

One can observe that there are typically three types of patients in the ICU of a big hospital. The first category patients are those, whose conditions are almost hopeless and any time any mishap can happen to them.

The second category patients are those, who are out of danger and in a couple of days or weeks they would be discharged. 

In case of the third category of patients, there is no likelihood of any change in their status. They are in the same condition, as they were in, for a long period and there is practically no hope for any improvement. In near future, unless a miracle happens, they would remain in the same condition.

The people who wait in the visitor room, anyone can observe and conclude in which categories their patents fall. In case of waiting people, whose patients fall in the first or second category, they are always anxious and expecting some miracle could happen any time. They would follow the doctors or the nurses in the corridors and would not spare even the attendants or cleaners to enquire about the condition of the concerned patients. Typical questions were, "Is he likely to be released tomorrow?"

-"Is he breathing without ventilator and on his own now?"

-"Has he got back his sense?"

The relatives of the third category of patients are always very few in number. The doctors have already lost hopes on the patients; the relatives also gradually give up any hope and continue to perform their perfunctory duties with little emotion attached. During visit, they are never excited about any development and are not looking forward to any miracle. If there is any good news, the attendant or the doctor himself would take initiative and inform them.

Out of sheer social obligation or formality, once in a while they would come, visit the patient, enquire the doctors if any improvement was noticed, all these actions are perfunctory without any passion and when they leave, they leave with a sigh of relief and get busy with their own worldly issues.

Kallol appeared to be tense. I asked him, "Are you freightened?"

He did not give a straight reply but smiled. My mother during her stay in the hospital attending her husband had got acquainted with a lot of other patients and their relatives in the ward. She stayed back in the ward. She was tense and possibly could not handle the tension that would prevail in the visitors' room, so she decided to stay back in the ward.

I started observing other visitors waiting in the common waiting room. I saw a beautiful young woman who was seated alone in a corner chair. She was very attractive and easily a crowd puller with her beauty. She would be around twenty three years of age, wearing a typical summer dress. Here I would like to point out that there is no real winter in the southern side of the Vindhya mountain range of Indian peninsula, so summer dress could be worn throughout the year. I was not the only person to be looking at her. I observed most of the people around were occasionally passing quick glances at her.

After some time Kallol realized that I was looking at that particular lady with interest. He smiled and told me, "I know the lady whom you are observing. There is a story that I have heard about her. Let us get a cup of tea at the canteen, I will tell you the story". "Alright, it is too early to get any feedback; we better have a cup of tea now", I replied and we proceeded to the hospital canteen.

The canteen was nearby. We sat there with tea. Kallol started telling her story. 

"I am here for more than three weeks. From the beginning, I have observed that the lady comes here in the morning at around seven and goes back to her lodge in the evening. She stays in a nearby lodge to our hotel. That is the reason I meet her every now and then. 

Out of curiosity, one day I asked an attendant about her. He told me that her name was Sunanda Joseph. She was married and her husband was Mathew Joseph, a patient in the ICU. Mathew was a Keralite. Sunanda hailed from Orissa. Sunanda and Mathew were residents of Jamshedpur. It had been only three months of their marriage. Sunanda's father was Ajit Patanayek, an industrialist based at Jamshedpur.

Mathew was a mechanical foreman in a local steel factory. Mathew was of six feet height and drove an Enfield Bullet motor cycle.

One day while Sunanda was going to college, Mathew happened to see her providentially and got immediately smitten by her charms. Sunanda was fair, tall and slim with a face of classical oriental beauty. He started observing her religiously for a few days and eventually Sunanda noticed it. He was a handsome attractive guy and within a few days he managed to speak to her during her walk to college. Although Sunanda was hesitant initially, but the ice broke without much effort from Mathew and then he realized that the attraction was actually mutual.

As it happens in most of the cases, Sunanda's father came to know about his daughter's romance with a Christian boy. Mathew being of a different faith, Sunanda's father was dead against her marriage with Mathew. Mathew in the meantime had informed his parents about the alliance with Sunanda over telephone. Mathew's parents, who were living at Kerala, were also not interested in the alliance. They wanted a girl from their own community as a daughter.

In spite of the differences, their love blossomed fully with time. As they were madly in love with each other, they decided to go ahead even against the wishes of their families and get married. And very soon they got married by registering their marriage. Ajit Patanayek tried all the tricks up his sleeves to break up the impending marriage, but once the couple had decided to marry, nothing could stop them.

Mathew, after their marriage, now decided to shift from Jamshedpur to avoid any altercation with hiss, since his father in law was a powerful man with political links. As Mathew was a qualified skilled mechanic, he easily got another similar job at Rourkela, a nearby industrial city. They immediately shifted to Rourkela with all their belongings."

Kallol stopped to take a break on his story telling. We ordered for another cup of tea.

I could visualize the couple in their new place of stay. The conjugal life, immediately after marriage, is the formative years of a long married life. The couples plan their future and try to know each other's likes, dislikes, preferences, habits etc. Responsibilities are distributed, some of the dislikes get adjusted, some are compromised and a basic blue print for future is charted. 

Physical intimacy plays an important catalyst too; it helps to reach each other at a level, not otherwise can be achieved in any other relationship, except marriage. This new found mutual infatuation gradually tapers off with time when with the arrival of a new born in the family; the baby gets all the attention of their small world.

Now, after a short break, Kallol resumed his story.

"Sunanda and Mathew had a very healthy and satisfying conjugal life. In a nut shell they were living happily, but the almighty might have thought otherwise. There was a major mishap in the factory where Mathew worked and the Mathew was the sole victim. He got hit in the hips and inflicted a major pelvic fracture. 

Rourkela Hospital authorities after immediate medication, advised Sunanda to shift Mathew to CMC as they were not quipped to attend him. Mathew's friends immediately made arrangements for railway reservation and Sunanda brought Mathew to CMC, Vellore by train.

Sunanda's father came to know that his son had met with a major accident. He felt sorry but his ego was hurt. He decided not to come forward to help his daughter and son in law in the time of their misfortune and distress. Friendless, penniless Sunanda was left behind Vellore with the sole hope of Mathew's recovery.

For setting the pelvic fracture, Mathew was taken to operation theatre and was administered anesthesia. But after the operation Mathew did not regain his sense. Doctors were initially perplexed but understood later that it was a case of stroke and informed Sunanda that Mathew had a major stroke during the operation and fell into coma. They were not assuring anything. He could recover in an hour or he could remain in a comatose state forever!

While his newly married wife was waiting outside the operation theatre with patience and hope, Mathew was laid in bed in a state that was a nightmare for anyone whoever happened to be in that condition. There was only one consolation that Mathew being a Catholic Christian, all his medical expenses would be borne by a special trustee fund of the hospital.

Days passed but there was no change in the status of Mathew. Although there was no expense on account of medical treatment or his diet, but what about Sunanda's expenses on account of her lodging and boarding? For the last two months that Mathew continued to be lying in the ICU in a comatose state, whatever savings they had in cash or jewelry, all by this time had got exhausted.

There was nobody to stand by the penniless Sunanda at this time of distress and most of the relatives refused to receive her frantic telephone calls. Her father had ignored her plight; there was no connection or communication with thes. Friends initially did extend help, but once they realized that the ship was sinking, who would be there on their side?

Now, Sunanda's situation was hopeless and there was no way out. She met hospital administration for any job that was available with them, but she was told that there was no vacancy. Under duress, she started to explain her plights to the fellow ladies and requested for financial assistance. 

A few were sympathetic to her, but not many were eager to help a distressed young woman. But they started gossiping about her misfortune to the others and thus her story spread in the surroundings. Some of the ladies started avoiding her and only under unavoidable circumstances, would reluctantly respond to her wishes. Everybody had their own issues to address and nobody had time for others.

Those ladies went back to their hotel rooms and discussed with their spouses about Sunanda. Now the men folks were also aware of Sunanda's precarious condition. All felt sympathy for her but nobody felt any compulsion to do anything for her.

Now some of the men folks discreetly started to pry upon her. They were those, who were staying alone with their patients in the hospital and aspired for some variety of fun to satiate their carnal desires without compromising their reputation. Being in an alien place they were eager to have some extra fun on the side, where they were temporarily staying and nobody knew them.

As Sunanda's financial condition deteriorated with time, there was a gradual change in her attitude. She decided to tackle her orblem on her own. She now gradually started entertaining those adult and middle aged people and started to discuss her condition with them. Once in a while she also started to accompany them to the canteen and would accept some snacks, a cup of tea or even lunch. Her transformation was complete on that day, when she accompanied a visitor to his hotel in the evening and stayed for the night there.

After spending the whole night in the hotel, when she came back to the hospital, she looked fresh and lively. That was the beginning of a new chapter in Sunanda's life. Since that day if any prospective adult male who was liked by Sunanda, she would easily fall for his charms and in exchange, she would take gifts or even money. The money thus earned possibly was spent on lodge rent, food bill and other day to day necessities. And thus Sunanda's never ending wait for comatose Mathew's recovery continued".

Kallol now took a break. In the mean time we had already taken two cups of tea and we did not realize that it had become dark. When we came back to the waiting room, we found that Sunanda was in deep discussion with a middle aged gentleman. After some time both of them left the waiting room separately. When they moved out, Kallol gave me a knowing smile that possibly meant that I must now have understood what they were going to do. I made no comment.

At 9 PM we were informed by an attendant that our patient had now been taken to his bed from post-operative care. Immediately we got busy with him. Father had got back his sense post operation and was responding to our queries by shaking his head.

In a span of two days he made remarkable recovery. During that time I used to frequent the visitor room. Sometime I would see Sunanda sitting in the visitor room talking to some unknown visitor; sometimes she would sit alone with a melancholic mood. I did never bother her.

My professional commitment compelled me to leave behind mys and I came back to my work place. In the mean time in fifteen days Kallol also returned with his parents after being discharged from CMC. Nothing could be gathered about Sunanda.

After about six months, suddenly father fell sick and died. My grieving wife with the kids immediately rushed to attend her father's last rites. Later, I reached on the eve of "Sradhdha", a post death religious function performed by the Hindus.

After the function, one evening I sat with Kallol over a couple of drinks and I asked him if he had any further updates on Sunanda. Kallol had made some friends during his stay at Vellore. The gist of information that he gave was this:

Sunanda was spending her time in the same manner as we had seen there. Then a gentleman called Mr.Das brought his wife with about ninety percent burn occurred in a freak kitchen fire accident. They had a boy of two years. During that period, Sunanda took care of the young kid. The woman however did not make recovery and died after a week in the hospital bed. After the demise of his wife, the widower took his kid and Sunanda to the hotel where he was lodging. They stayed there while Mr. Das performed the last rites of his wife. Sunanda continued to stay in the hotel with the kid. When Mr.Das left Vellore, Sunanda was seen to be accompanying him holding the kid in her arms. Since that day Sunanda was no more seen at the CMC waiting room.

Sometime back I uploaded Sunanda's story in an Indian portal covering mainly stories. Fast forwarding time to 2012, one day I received a private message in the portal where I had published this story. It simply asked, "Do you want to know what happened to Sunanda?"

I immediately replied and sent my cell phone number requesting to contact me. And promptly I got a call from none other than Sunanda. She told me she had just read the story and that she could remember me. She told me that I was slim, fair, bald and middle aged with a bent left hand. She knew me indeed!

I was surprised and asked her how she could remember me among all those visitors. She told, "You are one of the very few persons who never tried to be intimate with me when you were here. While I was struggling with Mathew at the CMC everybody tried to take advantage of me it appeared! And further, from your description in the story, I could recollect your brother too. I saw him many a times in the hospital with his mother."

I asked him,"OK, now tell me what happened to you, I am very eager to know, how your life took turns". 

- You see, nobody knew that I was actually offered a position of governess for the kid by Mr.Das. I left Vellore with him as I was not able to sustain myself honorably any more. Out of sheer compulsion I had to give in but my heart was not there. So when I got the opportunity to save myself from all these wild wolves, I decided to preserve myself with a faint hope of Mathew's recovery. I handed over a note with the head nurse for Mathew, giving all the details and my helpless situation. She was aware of and sympathetic to my plights. I hoped in case he recovered, he would be able to know about my where about and condition. I was hopeful that he would be kind and gracious enough to call me back in his life.

Mr. Das had already a girlfriend, whom he intended to marry immediately. As they did not need a governess in the long term to look after the kid, I was again back to square one after their marriage. And at that time the miracle happened.

-What was that miracle?

- By God's grace, Mathew came out of his coma after about three months on his own! Being a well built youth with lot of physical strength and stamina, he had recovered internally in a splendid manner. When he came out of coma, extensive physiotherapy was administered and in a short time he was able to walk with a stick. Hospital administration was kind to him and considering his partial disability, he was offered a job of attendant by them. 

He knew, with his disability he would no longer be able to work as a Mechanic any more and decided to stay back. He was eager to meet Sunanda and then he got the note from the head nurse. Reading the note, he was overwhelmed. As was expected of him, he fully understood the precarious condition I had to pass through; he was kind enough to condone my forced unfaithfulness. He immediately contacted me and the rest is history.




I See You (ICU)



- Where are you now?

- We are at Vellore, silly. I have also been offered a job in the clerical section of the hospital. But I will join after sometime.

- I am very happy the way your life has turned. Please keep in touch. Why you are not joining your job immediately?

- I am not ready now. You see, Mathew will become a proud father very soon.



I See You, Neighbor



I know you watch me. Don't you wonder why the drapes in my bathroom are always open when I am in there?

I walk in, only wearing my white sheer bathrobe. My hair is down, my face naked after scrubbing off the day's sweat and cosmetics. I lean over, my ass facing the window, to draw my bath, adding the bath salts. I need to pamper myself...

Walking slowly over to the vanity, I pull my hair into a bun....then pick up my razor, a new one, sharp...

Moving to the tub, I shrug my shoulders as I undo my belt, letting the robe fall to the floor in a heap. I tilt my face to the side, almost looking back at you, across from me. Such a perfect view for you, isn't it? Leaning over to test the water, I give you a lovely view of my ass, my legs spread just wide enough you can see a hint of my lips.

You can't see my grin, for I know how much fun I will have with you tonight. This is the first time I will take it to the next level. Before this, you've seen me naked, sure. But that was the extent of it. It's time.

I lower myself into the bath, soaking, soothing, letting my skin absorb, feeling the stress of the day leave slowly. I am feeling quite hot and achy tonight, knowing what I am about to do. My stomach has butterflies...but I keep a calm and confident face for you. I don't want to you to see me as nothing less than in complete control of myself.

Letting out a deep breath, I draw myself up out of the bath, moving back to sit on the back ledge, facing you. I pick up the razor, simultaneously spreading my legs wide, then using the fingers of my other hand to pull the skin of my lips up, smooth, so I can bring the razor down, shaving with the roots of my pubic hair, not against. Bring that sharp blade down slowly, over and over, using the water in the bath to shake out the hair. So dirty, I don't fucking care, I don't need the water anymore. I'm sure you don't mind. I dare not look up, I imagine the look on your face now. I can feel your eyes on me. I hope you are busy with yourself. I hope you are stroking...thinking of being on your knees in front of me after I finish and I'm freshly shaved, lapping me up, holding my legs open, me holding my lips wide so you have perfect access.

I feel myself moisten as I continue shaving, making sure I don't nick myself. That won't do. Once I finish, I make sure I make a few passes around my asshole. I need to get rid of all of it. I love that fresh feeling. I bet you would too.

Setting aside the razor after I'm satisfied with the result, I set my legs aside, still over the tub, and flip open the drain. Oh, you think I'm done? No. I most certainly am not. It's now Act 2, my filthy, filthy neighbor. Splaying my legs open wide again, I start caressing my breasts while my other hand moves down, down to my shaved little kitty. Moving up and down against my slit. Massaging, pinching my nipples. I lick and suck on my fingers, bringing them back to each erect nipple. I hope you are using binoculars, you pervert. I want you to have a good look.

I think of you in here with me, your mouth again on me, and I move my left hand over my clit, rubbing over it, like your tongue would be. My breasts forgotten, I want to feel like your cock is inside me now...while my other fingers play with my clit, the other fingers start probing, slowly and gently at first. Then both hands start picking up speed, pushing in deeper, rubbing harder. My breath is coming out in gasps...

I can feel it. I have been fighting it for a bit now, I was feeling the edge of the orgasm from the first touch, I have been so turned on. I can't hold back anymore, my fingers so busy, ass squirming on the ledge. And I peak, my body quivering as I squirt into the bathtub. Damn, it's been a while since I last did that, look what you did for me.

My eyes, which had been tightly shut while playing with myself, while climaxing, now open, and I look out at you. I can't see you, but I know you are there. I bring my fingers of one of my hands into my mouth, sucking my juices off, the other hand waving. 

Then I flip the light switch. Goodnight, dear neighbor. Seeing you tomorrow on our way out the door to work should be interesting.



I See You, Too



Last time, Nick and Vanessa consummated long time dream, but were spied upon…

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The hot water streamed down Vanessa body, images of last night going round and round her mind. Her hand slowly making her clit come alive, “Fuck me Nick!” She slides a finger into her hole slowly pumping in and out. She other hand cups her breast pinching and pulling her nipple, the tight little bud sending shock of electricity through her body.

Nick sits in the living room flipping channels as his mom puts on her jacket. “I’ll be gone for a few hours. Patty is just devastated. Can you believe the like asshole Jack just upped and left her like it was nothing? 20 years of Marriage down the drain for a cute little blonde named Becky!” Wanda checks her purse and walks to the door. “Check on Vanessa, she’s been locked in her room all day.” Ms. Walters leaves and Nick waits for her car to pull out and heads upstairs.

Vanessa walks out of her bathroom drying herself off. “Hey.” She gasps and clutches the towel tight. 

“Nick!” she smiles and drops the towel. “Oops.” She walks over to Nick who is sitting on the edge of her bed. Nick looks over her body a glaze of lust clouding over his eyes. Vanessa stands right in front of him. “Where’s mom?” Her hand on his shoulder pushing him back.

“Gone.” He pulls her down on him, lifting his head up and kissing her softly. Vanessa slides her tongue into his mouth playing with his tongue as she unbuttons his pants. Nick rolls her over and stands pulling his shirt off. Vanessa sits up and pulls his pants down.

“Got something for me?” Vanessa smiles seeing her brothers beautiful semi-hard cock spring free. “Mmmm. Do you mind?” The look on her brothers face as she wraps her hand as best she can over her tool tells her what she already knows. Vanessa flicks her tongue across the head tasting pre-cum. Nick inhales at the contact, and looks down to see Vanessa slip the head past her lips sucking what she can in. Vanessa locks eyes with him as she runs her tongue under the shaft pulling back and sucking on the head. 

“Vanessa…” Nick groans as she takes him back in her mouth. He looks down at her putting his hands on the sides of her head and pulls himself out. “I want to fuck you.” Nick picks her up pushing her back on the bed. Vanessa spreads her legs showing her clean cut pussy. Nick guides his big dick between her lips pressing the head in. Vanessa closes her eyes and smiles. Nick forces the rest of himself into her all the way to the hilt. Vanessa’s mouth opens. “You okay?” Nick pulls back leaving the tip in.

Vanessa moans and grabs his shoulders. “Do it again.” Nick grins and slams it home grunting. “Oh yes…uhmmmm.” Vanessa shivers under her brothers weight. Nick slides out as Vanessa tries to wrap her legs around him. “Don’t stop.” He obliges lifting her legs over his shoulder and pounding her cunt. Slurping noises fill the room. “Ah jesus! Fuck…” Vanessa pants as her orgasm builds. “Yes. Oh yes. Harder Fuck me harder!” She screams as she’s hit by her release. Nick leans forward pinning her legs over her head, a new sensation causing a new orgasm. 

“I’m gonna cum! You’re so tight! Fuck!” Nick pulls out and stands, Vanessa sits up grabbing her brothers’ 9 inches. She wraps her hands around the monster moving them up and down along the shaft. She opens her mouth as Nick grunts sending a stream of cum over her face. “Uh…mmm” A few more eruptions and he’s done. Vanessa releases his softening cock and looks up at her gorgeous brother. Nick grins when he sees the mess he made of her. Vanessa licks her mouth and stands.

“Now I need another shower.” She heads back into the bathroom. Nick follows his dick growing hard again.

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Wanda Walters watches as Becky wipes the tears from her eyes a pile of used tissues on the floor beside her. “Honey you are going to be alright.” Wanda places an arm around Becky, the nipple from one of her D cup breasts brushing against her friends arm and coming to life. Normally she never let herself get to excited by Becky, but her friends helplessness was actually turning her on. “Come on you need a hotbath.” She stands pulling her friend down the hallway.

“He left me for a bimbette! She’s probably not even old enough to drink at a bar!” Becky grabs hold of a vodka bottle on a table as she’s dragged into the bathroom. “A bath isn’t going to help me any.” Wanda gets the bath ready. “You know it figures he’d leave me for someone younger. His Daddy did the same thing to his mother. It’s a goddamn tradition.” She takes a swig from the bottle as Wanda turns to her and begins to unbutton her shirt. Becky grins and looks at Wanda. “You’re very good to sit and listen to this.” Wanda pulls the shirt off and places it over the sink.

“I’m just waiting till you get in the bath before I drown you!” Wanda takes the bottle from her and waits as she begins to get undressed. Becky at 45 is still as beautiful as she was at 18. Her soft blue eyes hiding so much, her firm breast with their quarter size pink tips, and her voluptuous body with soft curves. “hmmm…” Wanda watches as Becky lowers herself into the tub. Becky smiles as she notices Wanda watching her.

“Why don’t you join me?” Wanda snaps out of her daze at the sound of her friend’s invitation. “Come on. I bite, but not hard.” Becky pulls a wet rag over her shoulders and down her chest. “It’ll be like old times. Before kids, before husbands.” Wanda reaches behind and unzips her skirt letting it fall as she kicks off her shoes. Becky rests her chin on her elbow as she watches Wanda undressing, she lets her hand run along her friend leg. “Do you remember the night by Oakbridge pond?” A mischievous grin spreads across her face her blue eyes lighting up. Wanda steps into the bathtub over her friend as she flings her bra to the floor. Becky runs her hands along her friends legs, over her thighs and behind her ass pulling her closer. Wanda spreads her legs giving her old friend a view, she closes her eyes as Becky uses two fingers to open her up and sticks her tongue just to the side of her clit.

Wanda pulls her friends face into her groaning as Becky uses her tongue expertly to bring her alive. Becky reaches up and rubs a nipple between her fingertips as she sucks Wanda’s clit into her mouth nibbling gently. “Oh shit!”

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“Are you saying someone knows about us?!” Nick pulls his shirt over his head and grabs the note from Vanessa. “ I see you too. What the fuck?” Vanessa sighs and heads out fo her room, Nick on her heels. 

“Look Claire is the only one who was hear last night. She’s probably the one who saw us.” Nick opens his mouth to speak but the doorbell interrupts him. Vanessa goes downstairs and opens the door. “Claire…” her mouth opens but she can’t find the words. Nick walks down stairs and sees his sisters friend in the doorway a smile on her face.

“Shit.” Nick turns and walks into the kitchen. Claire walks into the house, Vanessa shuts the door and turns to her friend.

“You look like you had a good night.” Claire raises an eyebrow. Vanessa goes pale, Claire steps forward. “Relax. I’m into it.” 

“What?” Vanessa looks her friend in the eye. Claire reaches over and takes Vanessa hand pulling it close to her skirt.

“DO you know how hot I got watching you two? It’s soo…” Vanessa watches as her hand disappears under her friends skirt and between her legs. “Forbidden.” Vanessa’s breath catches in her throat as she realizes her friend isn’t wearing any panties, and she’s very wet.

“Oh my god. Claire-” Claire kisses Vanessa as she guides her friends hand under her skirt. Vanessa resists at first but Claire sticks her tongue between her lips, as she squeezes her ass. “Mmm.” Vanessa rubs her friends’ clit as she begins to return the kiss pushing Claire into the wall. Nick comes out of the kitchen with a beer and stops cold watching his sister finger and kiss her best friend. Claire opens her eyes as she sucks on Vanessa tongue and looks over to Nick. Vanessa moves down kissing her friends neck, cleavage over her skirt and under it. Vanessa tastes her friends nectar for the first time, letting the taste linger before licking for more. 

“Yea…suck me Vanessa.” She leans her head back against the wall and slides on top the stairs. “Come here.” Claire motions for Nick to come closer, a huge tent popping up from his pants. Nick moves closer putting the beer down as he unbuttons his pants and freeing his member. “Oh wow…you’re big.” As she reaches for it Vanessa stops her wrapping her own hand around the prick.

“No you have to earn this. Like I did.” Vanessa pulls the cock into her mouth sucking ¾ of it in. Claire watches in amazement as her friend struggles to get the rest in. Nick moans as Vanessa manipulates him with her tongue. Claire reaches over her friends shoulder cups his balls in her small hands, rubbing them gently. Vanessa puts her hands over Claire’s and moves them down to her pants. Claire picks up on it and slides her hand into her friends’ panties, the heat already growing. She dips one two fingers around Vanessa’s clit making small circles. Nick watches his sister close her eyes and moan, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure all over him, Vanessa pulls back and licks under the shaft from base to tip, before taking him back in, this time past her throat. She flexes her throat muscles massaging him before pulling back and letting Claire have a taste. Claire slips in fingers into Vanessa’s cunt and fucks her as she takes Nick’s cock head between her lips sucking the salty taste down her throat. 

“I’m gonna…” Vanessa squeals as her orgasm hits her and she falls forward. Claire pulls her hand free and concentrates on Nicks hard meat. Vanessa lies back rubbing herself as she watches Claire take as much as she can in, letting her hands please what her mouth can’t. “Nick, fuck her.” She mews another orgasm building up. Claire pulls her mouth free and looks between Nick and Vanessa. 

“Right here?” she looks around the front hall of the house. 

“No. come on.” Nick heads up to Vanessa room, the girl behind him. “Vanessa lie on your back at the edge of the bed. Claire on your knees infront of her.” He smiles as the girls race to get in place. Claire sucks on Vanessa’s pussy as she rubs her own clit. Nick gets behind her running the length of his cock between her lips.

“I’ve never been with a boy before Nick. Be gently.” Claire looks back at him. “Atleast until I get used to it.” Nick winks at her and places the head at her entrance. Claire closes her eyes feeling the pressure and turns back to Vanessa’s lonely cunt. “Uh!” Claire throws her head back as Nick pushes in and past her maiden head. “FUCK!”

“Shhh. Just relax babe.” Vanessa coos softly sitting up and pushing her friends hair back. “It’s gets better.” She leans down kissing her friend deeply, nodding to her brother to continue. Nick places his hands on Claires hips and pulls back leaving the head in, before slowly spreading her pussy apart again. Claire moans and pulls back from Vanessa pushing against Nick. Vanessa pulls her friends face back into her hot cunt. “Don’t forget about me now.” She smiles and looks at her brother as he fucks her best friend. Nick picks up speed and reaches over and tweaks his sisters nipple. “Yeah…” Vanessa closes her eyes feeling Claire begin to tongue fuck her. 

“Uhhh yeah oh god.” Claire slams her ass back against Nick, matching him push for pull. “Oh fuck meeeee! Uh hhhhmmm uh!” She screams as her orgasm rocks her leaving her limp. Nick continues slamming into her the tightness making his balls ache for release. Her inner muscles quivering around him send him off the brink.

“Ahhhhh…fuck yea.” Nick slams into her emptying his load deep into her. Vanessa hopes off the bed and pushes Claire down on her back, Nicks cock falling out of her. Getting into a sixty-nine she begins to eat and suck her rbothers come from her best friends pussy, tasting the mixture of juices as Claire returns the favor. Nick sits on the bed recovering while his two new lovers put on a show.

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“You want it Becky?” Wanda sucks on her friend nipple while slipping a dildo in and out of her pussy. “Say you want into hon.” Becky pants as she raises her hips to meet her friend thrusts. “Becky….” Wanda grins and pulls the thick dildo from her friends dripping cunt.

“Wait no…I want it. I fucking need it!!!” Becky grunts as Wanda forces it back all the way in. “YES!” Wanda pounds Becky’s pussy as she sucks on her friends’ clit. Becky holds Wanda’s face in place as her orgasm builds. “I’m gonna…uh yeah ahhh…Wannndda I’m gonna.. UHHHH AAA.” Becky’s body tightens as the powerful orgasm rips through her body. Wanda continues slamming the fake dick into her friends satisfied pussy. 

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“Are you sure you want me to do this Vanessa?” Nick looks at his sister’s ass. Claire’s face visible from underneath her fingers deep in Vanessa’s cunt her mouth planted firmly on her clit. Vanessa turns her head looking over her shoulder at her beautiful big brother. She bites her lip feeling the pressure building on her little hole. “Vanessa?” Nick pushes a bit more, feeling little give.

“Yea. I want it.” Vanessa turns back to Claires pussy. As she lowers her mouth Nick pops through her ass. “NOOOoo AHHHH!”

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Mark stops before ringing the door bell to the Walter’s House, looking up as he hears the scream. “Vanessa?” He grabs the door knob and tries his luck.



I See You Watching



PEEKING

On that particular night, she was even more active than ever. Maybe because it was Saturday.

There were those nights that she had been almost passive, accepting the hard shaft in a slow rhythm that could be best described as merely accommodating rather than demanding. But not tonight. This evening she was on top, her hips lifting and dropping down with total abandonment, her pussy obviously grasping the hard cock as if it were trying to escape. With each stroke, her anus opened and closed, her muscles contracting and then releasing as Sheila rapidly ascended, then descended, her tight vagina grasping that cock while her ass flexed in perfect timing with her long strokes.

He could almost feel it. Not quite.

That's because Ron Williams was standing just outside her window, the soft lighting concealing his existence in the dark privacy of the wooden fenced yard. He slowly stroked his hard cock, knowing from experience that this would all eventually culminate in his own explosion, a hand guided release that would be in perfect timing with the two orgasms that were sure to come inside the dimly lit bedroom into which he was peeking.

Ron knew that his own wife, Rhonda, was comfortably camped in front of their computer, slowly strolling through her favorite porno site while she gently stroked herself into submission with the anticipation that Ron would be home later to finish her off.

Yes, inside the lighted bedroom it was Eric Long that was receiving the appreciative pounding from his wife Sheila. It was he who was having his cock massaged with the writhing, pulsating pussy. It was Eric who would be allowed to openly encourage her to let it all go, to come so hard that it would be impossible not to loudly proclaim her climax!

Instead of being a part of it, a hidden Ron could only quietly watch and enjoy.

It certainly wasn't the first time. Not at all! Instead, it had become a routine, something to be enjoyed a couple of times a week over the past year. It never got old. Each night there was something different, something especially erotic.

It had started innocently enough. A year before, with it being a warm spring night, an open window had allowed the mournful sounds to carry. The darkness and the six feet of timber comprising the fence couldn't hold the moans, couldn't keep the appreciative words from being intercepted by unintentional ears. Ron had let his dog out in his back yard and was star gazing when the sounds first drifted into his senses.

At first he only smiled. Sounded like Sheila was really getting it. Within minutes the mental picture formed. A quick peek over the top of the fence exposed an uncovered lighted window. The possibilities guided him to the gate that would lead him outside of his own yard. Only feet away, he knew there was yet another gate, this one leading into the Long's darkened yard. 

Once inside his neighbor's yard, the dimly lit window was a beacon, an illegal invitation to observe the voluptuous Sheila at an unguarded moment. He had admired her for the two years they had been neighbors. More than once he had been the recipient of glimpses of her charms, accidental exposures that solidified his thoughts that her tanned body was perfect.

As he slowly approached the window, he wasn't sure if he was totally safe. If not detected by the excited couple inside or a passerby accidentally witnessing his entrance into the forbidden yard, surely both of them could hear his breathing. It was as hard and reckless as his heartbeat!

No matter how he had anticipated it, the actually scene was overwhelming. The body he so admired, the sexy woman he would love to seduce, was a writhing mass of limbs, breasts and mouths soaring to a height that Ron knew would result in certain uninhibited release.

That first illicit night, Sheila was on top riding her husband with total abandon. There was absolutely no intent, no desire for her to hold back...to squelch either her relentless pursuit of orgasm or the sounds that accompanied it!

Ron had arrived late. It had been going on for some time before he became an uninvited partner. As he watched, two minutes was all it took. They both exploded in a roar.

Ron was suddenly jolted back to reality. He got the hell out of there before he was discovered!

He was totally, one hundred percent hooked.

It became a habit from which he couldn't withdraw. Luckily for him, for the two who were providing the show there was a definite pattern. Over a few months it was uncanny how easily it was to catch them in their throes. He looked for little things, small clues that gave them away. And the window...the forever opened window. It didn't just allow a perfect view, it allowed uninhibited sounds to reach excited ears.

Sometimes, a surprise. The first time he looked into the window and Sheila was by herself he was startled. Looking quickly around, he hesitated before again peeking in the window. Where was the husband? Was he lurking nearby?

Within minutes the fear was shoved aside, replaced with the mesmerizing scene of Sheila pleasing herself over a period of an hour. Ron couldn't tear his eyes off her fingers, her moans and contorted facial expressions as she guided both she and him to more than one quaking release.

After that, her solo performances were as much in demand as the erotic couplings.

Ron became so involved he never knew when he had become careless.

Not from home. His wife Rhonda had been easily led down a merry path. Ron hinted enough to lead her to believe that on those many, many nights while he was absent he was taking long walks, purposely leaving her to elevate then quell her soaring libido with her fingers and the porno site. The thought excited her such that each time she intentionally left her window uncovered, thinking that he might be peeking in to watch her as she elevated herself to the noisy, spasmodic orgasms that her masturbations seemed to produce.

At times she was right. Although the show next door was much more exciting, it wasn't an exact science. There were many evenings that he missed his guess and at times his attention was turned to his own wife. Most of the time, however, he did take a walk to quell his disappointment, leaving his wife to her own vices. 

Hey! The alternatives weren't bad at all!

Ron Williams had it all figured out.

YOUR TURN!!!

When he slipped back through those wooden gates into his own safe haven that particular Saturday night nothing was different for Ron. An especially wonderful exhibition by the couple next door was followed by a slow fuck from his own wife who had once again had her flames stoked from her own fingers.

Life was good. Tomorrow was Sunday. Golf!!

At three in the afternoon the following day, after he threw his golf clubs into the trunk of his car, he was surprised to open his door and find a flat envelope lying on his car seat. He quickly glanced at his window. He had left it down just a little to allow the heat to escape. Although safely locked, it surely allowed enough space for something to be slipped through the narrow opening.

He opened it carefully.

A disk of some sort.

And a note written on the sleeve.

"Your turn."

That's all. 

"Your turn."

Ron looked at it for a long time. It was obviously a joke or a mistake. 

As he drove home he kept glancing at it. Was it for his DVD player...a video of some sort. He smiled. Probably some trick from one of his buddies to get him involved in some pyramid scheme of some sort. They never give up!

One more glance. Maybe not. Maybe it's for a computer. That's dangerous. It might set a virus loose in his computer.

When he got home Rhonda was still at the movies with a friend. Here goes nothing.

He slipped it into his DVD player and waited for the results.

Nothing.

No doubt it was for a computer.

Better safe than sorry. He tossed it into the garbage can in the garage.

It wasn't that easy. It took almost nine hours but he relented. The little disk lying innocently in his trash was a beacon that he could no longer ignore.

"Your turn."

The house was quiet. There had been no forage into his neighbor's yard that night, no show put on by either Sheila or Rhonda.

He'd take his chances.

He slid it in.

It loaded.

Photos!

The first time he went through it in fifteen minutes, rapidly clicking in disbelief at what he was seeing!

The second time it took over an hour.

Sweat poured off Ron Williams like a light rain.

Photos. Lots of them.

Very obviously taken with a camera adapted with night vision, there was no doubt the subject. And the activities.

Picture after picture, an unknowing Ron Williams was posing with cock in hand, sometimes standing outside his neighbors window peering in. At others, they clearly showed his anguished face from the inside out as it was peering into his neighbor's window.

It couldn't be denied. There were objects, references. Anybody could tell exactly from where the pictures were taken and exactly where he had been standing.

The outside pictures were taken from the vicinity of a small shed in the Long's back yard. He had carelessly stood outside their bedroom picture and allowed himself to be photographed in the illicit position from mere feet away.

But there were others. As he visualized the angle, he realized that Eric had obviously stood in their bedroom closet with the door slightly opened and shot Ron through the open window, his face in an exaggerated pose from the excitement that Sheila invoked as she rubbed herself. At times, there was even part of her exposed body included, her fingers foraging her crotch.

Wow!

That's all he could think.

Wow!

For the rest of the night, he couldn't move. Time after time he scrolled through the telling photos. They couldn't be denied. "A picture is worth a thousand words." These were millions.

"Your turn."

"Your turn."

What could it mean?

He would find out.

UNEXPECTED TURN

After a totally nonproductive day at work Ron walked to his car.

A small note was under his windshield wiper.

"Check your mail before she does."

Nothing else.

Ominous. A threat? Maybe a warning? Maybe just a heads up?

It was easy enough. He was early to work and early home. Rhonda would still be at work for hours. The mail came early and he always took it out of the mailbox. 

A disk again.

"Your Turn." Two words written on the sleeve.

Ron's hand shook so hard he could hardly slip it into the slot. More photos of him? How much more incriminating could they possibly be?

He wasn't surprised when the photos appeared. He opened the first file. His eyes flew open. Of all things, this would have been his last thought.

Slowly, he scrolled through each and every one. Unlike the night before when he swiftly did an overview and then returned to study them, this time he dwelled on each one for long periods, soaking in what he was seeing.

He couldn't believe what was on the screen. How had it come about?

It took him well that.

When Rhonda came home later she was thrilled. Barely in the house, Ron bent her over the kitchen table and took her, literally ripping her panties down her legs before lifting her short skirt and ramming her with an enthusiasm that was far from common.

He came first, throwing his head back and releasing a loud moan that she seldom heard. At the moment she hadn't been ready, wasn't there yet. His loud, appreciative bellowing pushed her over.

He shoved in...she pushed back. At times they were a little out of control and she had to put him back in.

It lasted a long time. Dinner was not a thought. Rhonda leaned over the table, sometimes on her elbows, sometimes with her head down on the table.

She let him have his way. She wasn't about to miss out on this. What brought it on?

Photos. 

Lying safely in a drawer was a disk loaded with scores of explicit photos and one precisely worded document.

The photos were of Rhonda. Taken through an open window, they clearly caught the unexpected wife in one traumatic pose after another. The photos were different. The subject matter was not.

Photo after perfect photo caught Rhonda Williams totally naked, sitting in front of her computer with her fingers in between her legs.

Different angles, different timing. Obviously taken through her opened window, it caught her in dozens of poses as she stroked herself. Many of them caught her as she came, her head thrown back, her eyes closed and mouth wide open. It was almost as if the photo was even capturing her verbal release.

Eric had done a great job! Ron knew it had to be him that did it. While he had been peering into his neighbor's bedroom at a solo Sheila performing for him, very obviously there had been times that Eric had slipped over and found the open invitation from Rhonda.

It obviously hadn't always been the case of Eric photographing just him. And how many times had Ron come up "empty" and actually did walk the block for a while before attending to his wife while she was performing shamelessly in front of the open window? Had some of the photos been taken during those lapses? It had to be. There were too many!!

He didn't know. All he knew was what he saw. And what he saw turned him on as his wife had never before!

Damn! Rhonda Williams was sexy as hell!!

So, here they were. Ron knew damned well that his neighbor held the upper hand. He was the one with the photos, not Ron. If push came to shove, it was Eric, not Ron who had been violated. There was proof.

But what did his neighbor want? Was this a tease or was it a punishment for Ron's unforgivable lack of judgment that led him to violate his neighbor's privacy?

But most of all, what did the little letter say that had been attached along with the photos?

What could it mean?

THE DEAL

"You know she wants it. You know she'll go along. I have special needs. You will fill them. Red box, my tool shed."

That's all the note said.

That's all it needed to say. Ron knew exactly what Eric was talking about.

His nice neighbor was demanding sexual reciprocation. It was HIS time to be entertained!

Well past midnight Ron slipped into his neighbors yard once more. This time there was no voyeurism. This time he was accepting an ominous delivery.

Using a flashlight that he hoped didn't telegraph his intrusion, Ron easily found the red box in question. It wasn't heavy at all but he had to be careful to prevent the items inside from rattling around and announcing his presence. 

Where was this going? As he slipped past the sleeping couple's open window, the darkness inside the bedroom shielded a delighted Eric as he watched the stealthy Ron pass near their bedroom window.

Ron had taken the bait. 

Would Rhonda? Literally.

In the solitude of his lighted garage at two o'clock in the morning, Ron quietly opened the mysterious box. 

Sex toys! At a quick first glance, they appeared to be many, varied and obviously very expensive. It even included batteries.

And a note. This time by a heavy pen on a yellow sheet of paper.

"I have special needs." 

The note reinforced the previous note found on the computer disk.

One by one Ron pulled out each toy. By the third one a theme was beginning to materialize.

"I have special needs."

By the time he had examined all ten devices everything was totally, completely clear. The meaning could not be mistaken.

For an hour Ron handled each device carefully, almost with reverence. Slowly, quietly, he removed each one from it's packaging and inserted the batteries. Glancing carefully at the door leading into their home, he turned each one on. Some of them had different modes, variable speeds. Different functions.

Ron Williams knew his wife. Although she had a open mind when it came to sex this was going to be a challenge, one that he had no choice but to successfully achieve. He was under the thumb of another man, one who expected special things from Ron's wife.

He had looked again at every device. Each one of them had a common theme.

Anal!!

Butt plugs. Anal vibrators. Three way vibrators that serviced all three vital areas simultaneously.

Out of ten toys, eight involved anal.

Ron sucked in his breath, then expelled heavily with a big grin.

He'd give old Eric his due.

He wasn't too sure this was going to be easy.

But it sure as hell was going to be fun!!!

The End