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Spying on My Girlfriend... Ch. 01

By: Starman2345



Spying on My Girlfriend Being Seduced By Her Father's Friend Ch. 01

© Starman2345 2008. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted 2006 with all rights expressly reserved by its author unless explicitly granted. 

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WARNING. This story includes graphical descriptions of hardcore sex between a mature male (50's) and a (legal) teenage girl. If you think something might offend you or you are under legal age to read porn stories, please don't go further and delete this file.

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Even at twenty five, I can still turn the heads of teenage girls. Not only am I what most girls would consider gorgeous, I am also an intelligent and cunning guy. I admit that I use this to my advantage, telling those sweet dumb things what they want to hear, and one way or another getting into their pants, then stuffing my cock in their tight little pussies. There's nothing like the whimper of a teen girl as your cock slides in and out of her cunt. 

I spotted her at the local supermarket. Stereotypical I know, but for some reason those places are a magnet for any up and coming hottie that may live local. As I stood at the rear of the line I could feast my eyes on her form without fear of her catching me... she was too distracted by her work. I noticed that her male customers (of all ages) were distracted themselves... by her lovely olive skinned soft face, big brown eyes, long honey blonde hair, jutting tits and svelte frame. Her arse, like most teenage girls, was a perfect bubble. Standing there, I imaged it naked; naked, soft, warm, round and firm. My cock surged at the mental vision of her on all fours with that sweet bum in the air, the gorgeous little bitch with her jeans and panties around her knees while she offered her cunt up to me. Softly I moaned, imagining the pleasure that would surge through me as I pistoned my cock in and out of her...

The very girl I was daydreaming about broke my daydream. Her reaction to me was typical as I sauntered up before her. Apart from firing an aloof 'hello' in response to her sweet voiced greeting, I paid her no attention. Hot girls hate that; they are used to males lucky enough to encounter them having to wipe off the drool; they are used to writing guys off in two seconds, and they love the power and ego trip of doing that. When you don't give them that, you would think that you called them a whore in public from the insulted looks they get on their faces. 

Anyway, I could feel her eyes on me, wanting my attention, but also checking me out. Damn, these chicks are so predictable. Is there not a single hot chick out there who can't give her ego a rest when she encounters a guy, whether she wants them or visa versa? Then, as all the tallying up had been done, I made my move, "Seems I spend more money on my cat than me." A crap joke, but she laughed a sweet little giggle, letting me to know she liked me. So, I grabbed my packed grocery bags from the far end of the register, prompting her turn her back on the waiting customers (one of whom took the opportunity to check out her ass) to hand me my change. It was then I locked eyes with her.

I whispered, "You're a gorgeous little thing. What time do you finish? I'll pick you up and we can go out driving." 

She stalled for a second, more taken aback my boldness than hesitation, "I I...um...I finish at 5.00," she stuttered. 

BANG! She was mine.

That was five months ago. Even though I have fucked a few other chicks behind her back, I have stayed with Leigh... she is an amazing piece of eighteen-year-old ass. An absolute showstopper! Anywhere we went, whether she was in her senior year private school uniform or all dressed up to ensure (illegal) entry into a club or bar, she garnered all the attention a girl could ever want. And Christ, what a fuck she turned out to be! But when I say that, I don't mean she jumped around like some porn star screaming out how much she loved cock, I mean she was willing to try new things, totally reveling in the sexual experience. Whether it was my cock wrapped in her heavenly oh so tight pussy, stuffed up her exquisite bum or thrusting in and out of her mouth, she was into it, into it, into it! Yep. She had become a right little cock lover.

I had my own pad, but the fact she was eighteen meant that her (long time single) father wanted her home most nights. But he was a nice guy, didn't mind the age difference, and was cool with me being over three to four nights a week as long as it was after she had completed her studies. Most night he let me stay also, in a separate room of course, and I respected him enough not to play midnight visits to my sweet girlie who slept but two doors down the hall. 

Her father, Greg, belonged to a few different clubs, but he seemed to go out very little. Most nights his best friend, Steve, would also be over. We would all share a beer and a laugh together, many times late into the night. Neither Greg nor Steve are rich or handsome, but they are good guys. 

Leigh's father had had a few flings here and there, but with two broken marriages under his belt, he wasn't keen to lose any more heart, or money. Steve, at 55, was a little older, balder and far paunchier than Greg. He had a very quick wit, a nice way about him, but never seemed to talk much about women. Maybe his past was dotted with bad experiences also. However, I did take great amusement at catching Steve drinking in Leigh's form whenever he thought he could catch a secret glimpse. He never knew I saw him, but I didn't mind, she was a hottie, and it's a simple biological fact that a fine female form will attract male attention. A man's age does not change that. No matter, it was just a harmless perve... let him have his thrill. 

Of the four of us, Steve and Leigh were the only ones who smoked, a habit her father did not condone, but knew he could not stop. She wasn't allowed, however, to smoke in the house, so he had decked out the garage for her, and had it heated so she could smoke in comfort. Two or three times a night Leigh and Steve would duck out to the garage for a puffer. Sometimes I would go out to join for some (un)fresh air, but most times I would stay in the far more comfortable house, drinking and chatting with Leigh's father. 

One Friday night I had picked Leigh up from school and arrived at her home to find Greg and Steve in the midst of a serious drinking session. Now, normally Greg won't allow Leigh to drink, but he was half taken by alcohol, and it decided that he would make an exception. "Just this time." he said with as much seriousness as he could muster. 

The night rolled on. Beers were the poison of choice, but we also had a shot each, watching with great amusement as Leigh, still in her school uniform, spat hers all over the cat. The four of us were well on the way to being quite pissed when Steve said he was off for a smoke. He turned to Leigh and asked if she was keen to join him. Staggering to her feet, she grabbed her packet and they swayed out of the room toward the back door that led to the stand alone garage. I watched my girlfriend's gorgeous little bum in her short tartan skirt... do men ever get over schoolgirls? I wondered if Steve was thinking the same thing as he followed her. 

A few minutes later Greg asked me to join him for a walk to the local to stock up on our dwindling beer supply. After Greg ducked out to the garage to inform Leigh and Steve that we would be gone for while, I stood to make for the front door, but nearly collapsed, laughing while stating the obvious that I was a little too pissed and would hang back and guard the fort. Greg gave a drunken chortle and headed out the door. 

Now I was alone in the house, no fun when you're drunk and feeling merry, so I decided to stand, regain my sense of balance and sneak out to scare the crap out of Leigh and Steve. The concrete drive absorbed any sound my steps may have made as I gained on the well lit garage, which was windowed on each side and fitted with a remote controlled roll a door; the only access to inside. 

If I was to make good my scare, I would have to learn where the two were situated. Lowering myself into a crawl (which felt far more stable anyway) I made my way toward the around the darkened back of the garage, planning to scare the crap out of them by bashing the tin garage wall closest to them. Reaching the point below the window, I slowly lifted myself to standing, until my eyes came into line with the bottom of the window. I was close enough now to stuff up a good scare.

As I peeped cautiously into the window, I was relieved to find Leigh and Steve facing away from me, lying on their stomachs, diagonally away from me, with Leigh the closer to me. They were side by side, but not too close. In their drunken state, they were overcompensating for the distance by talking louder than need be. I was momentarily distracted by my girlfriend's smooth, rounded thighs that disappeared under her skirt to give rise to her bubble of a bum. 

Snapping back to the present, the conversation was slurred as they puffed away, but I could make it out clearly. Steve seemed to be answering a question, while my gorgeous, slow blinking, obviously quite inebriated Leigh, was trying her hardest to concentrate upon his reply. 

"Well," he said, "I haven't been with a woman for a while now." He hesitated. "To be honest... ahh... I nearly said it, but I would be the alcohol making me say it."

As with all girls, Leigh was eager for the inside story, the nitty gritty, so she pressed him for the answer. After a little cajoling, he acquiesced. 

Slowly he started, "Well, to be honest, Leigh, women my age... well... I just can't find them attractive. Sure, they're good company and all, but they just don't... well..."

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Yes, go on..." urged Leigh.

"They just don't turn me on. Like, all men, I like younger women. It's just the way I am. But I'm in my fifties now... Damn, I'm older than I can bear. The young women I want... just aren't interested. It's torture."

"How young do you mean?" inquired Leigh.

"Honestly?" he asked, a little wary.

"Honestly." She assured him.

"I don't know, Leigh. I shouldn't be talking about this stuff to you. I'm drunk and more honest than I should be as a result of it."

"Oh fuck it! We're just talking! Go on, I'm interested." She pressed.

"Yeah. Fuck it!" Suddenly he seemed to grow bolder. "Fuck it. I'm just going to let rip... You want the truth? I'll tell you, Leigh!"

His eyes narrowed and he leaned a little closer to Leigh, who now looked a little taken aback by his shift in manner, unsure what she had gotten herself into. 

Steve drew slowly on his cigarette, sucked his teeth, and begun, a low growl in his voice. "How young? Like most men, sweetie, from your age upwards."

Leigh was visibly shocked, but mesmerized as well. She seemed both disgusted and intrigued by Steve's revelation. When sober she would have backed off and changed the subject, but the high level alcohol more was keeping her there. 

"Just most men won't admit that. But why the fuck not? Eighteen is legal. To be honest Leigh, when I look at you... I wish... I wish I was nineteen again. Those were the days."

"Oh... I... that's...," she stammered.

"Leigh. Come on. Let's cut the crap." Steve was in control now. My heart was thumping, but something kept me watching when I should have been walking in there to stop this. "Let's not bullshit each other. Honestly, tell me you don't notice older guys checking you out." He took another drag on his cigarette as he reveled in his question, having now turned the tables on her. 

Leigh looked around unsure, blinked innocently a few times then replied, "Well. I...well..."

Steve cut in, "You mean yes. Don't you?" 

"Um...y yes..." she stammered, "maybe we should go inside."

"Ok. Yeah we should," he agreed. I breathed a sigh of relief, but then he continued, "But first, I want to ask you something, Leigh."

She looked like a cornered rabbit, "Oh...um...ok. But then we have to go inside."

"Fine with me." He paused for second, locking eyes with her. "Can I kiss you?"

Leigh was stunned. Simply stunned. "I...ahh...I don't know...I shouldn't." 

I could not believe she hadn't outright refused him! An 'I shouldn't' was as good as agreeing to it for a guy. I should have been marching in there, I should have been kicking the shit out this guy. And I would have, if I wasn't inexplicably transfixed... and, ashamedly, aroused!

Steve shifted on his fat gut toward Leigh as he spoke "You are so delicious, Leigh. I see you in your school skirt and it drives me fucking nuts," he admitted, all the time inching closer to her. "I watch you in those tight jeans and micro mini's you wear and I can barely hide my lust." 

As unsure as she looked, she wasn't moving away! "S Steve...what if my dad found out, or my boyfriend?"

"Well, I'm not going to tell...and I'm sure you're not. C'mon, I can't pass this up. There I've said it now! Do you know how long it's been since I kissed a teenager? God, I miss the feel of teenage girls. C'mon...it would mean so much to me...and it won't be so bad. I've had plenty of experience."

There was silence from Leigh. But her beautiful big brown eyes were darting around, and her toes were curling and straightening in her dirty soled white knee socks. Steve did not let up. Why would he? And why did I have a raging fat in my pants? He shifted closer; now closer again, close enough to have their sides touching. She didn't budge! Their faces were but inches apart, and to aid in securing his conquest of my gorgeous teenage girlfriend, he continued his sleazy spiel, a spiel she seemed to falling for.

"That's it...you're not such a good girl...but you are gorgeous...so very gorgeous...oh Jesus...look at your face...all the time I have fantasized about this...that's it...good girl...just let me.."

With jaw dropping amazement, I watched as his face bridged the remaining distance and his open mouth met hers. Her eyes remained open, but soon closed as I watched him thrust his eager tongue into her eighteen year old mouth, filling it. 

"Mff!" she moaned. She kissed back, not as eager as him, but she was taking it. My god! She was cheating on me with a fifty year old man! It must have thrilled her to be doing something so perverse, and it certainly must have thrilled him to be scoring with a drop dead gorgeous fantasy girl, a girl any man would kill to get his stiff cock up. 

They kissed and kissed. I could see he was lost in lust, his mouth and tongue working eagerly. She was letting out little whimpers, her head moving in little jerks as he consumed her. This was actually happening. Steve then lifted his hand and stroked her hair. Breaking the kiss, he began to nuzzle her neck, shifting his pelvis to ease the stiffness of his turgid prick pressing into the ground. 

That both thrilled and disgusted me. Here was a fifty-five year old man seducing my gorgeous teen girlfriend, and his cock was like an iron rammer. No doubt his mind must have been racing with thoughts of getting that hard dick of his right up her sweet teen cunt. 

Leigh had her eyes closed as she reveled in the sensations running through her. How many times I have seen that face? She was getting hot. Soon her schoolgirl panties would be wet. 

I found myself doing something I could not believe... I was rubbing myself through my jeans, then undoing my zip, then freeing my already seeping, aching cock, then pulling it, pulling it hard.

Leigh's eyes slowly opened, and she spoke slowly, drunk and horny as she was, "w we should stop now. Oh...god...oh...we really...ohh...that's fantastic..."

Steve smiled a wicked little smile as he continued kissing her neck. His hand began to trail down her back, slowing its trail as he neared the swell of her sweet bum. Making a claw of his hand, he fully took hold of one of her cheeks through her tartan skirt. She flinched, but did not resist! Taking that as a sign it was ok to continue, Steve's hand began kneading her firm bum cheek, probably in disbelief that she was letting him do it to her. 

He had readjusted the angle of his head while kissing her ears (something she loved), smiling evilly as he watched his hand grope my girlfriend's gorgeous ripe ass. Steve slowly turned on his side to face her. Now I could see that tent in his pants, pointing lewdly at my girlfriend's hip, but she was too lost in her pleasure. His hand slipped further down now, to rub her silky skinned thighs. I saw him shake his head slightly, in awe of how far he had gotten. 

While alternating kissing her cheek, neck and ear (with Leigh all the time just taking it and loving it), he spoke to her, in a half authoritarian voice, "That's it...that's it...you're a naughty little girl...aren't you hmm...hmmm...oh fuck you're delicious..." His hand slid up the back of her thigh, nearing the hem of her skirt as he continued, "yeah...that's it...I bet you're nice and wet...huh...hmmm...you delicious young thing."

Then it happened. His hand slid slowly under her school skirt! Leigh turned her head to face him, an unsure look an on her sweet, gorgeous face.

"I think we should...should stop now...th they might be back anyti..."

Steve cut her off by shoving his tongue in her mouth, and she let him kiss her hard. With her eyes closed, she let out a low, throaty moan. His tongue would fill out one of her cheeks, then the other, then go deep into her throat as he started to kiss her roughly. All the time I could see his hand under skirt, his fingers moving as they groped her panty covered ass. 

Softly breaking the kiss, he started again on her neck while shoving a fat finger of his other hand into her mouth, then two, then three as she sucked on them like she does my cock. This must have driven him wild. 

The hand Steve had under her skirt pushed it up over her back as he again angled his head to now set his eyes upon the glory of her soft teen bum. Her ass rose up like two twin balloons, asking, begging to molested. His mouth dropped open as he looked upon her perfect olive skinned buns encased in tight white cotton panties. 

I pulled my cock harder, close to coming, but holding back to enjoy the salacious spectacle, wondering how far it would go, hoping it would go farther.

Steve greedily groped her bum through her knickers for some long moments then boldly thrust his hand down into them to grab her bare ass. Her mouth was now full of his thumb and fingers, up to the top knuckle and she was alternating between sucking and gagging, but Christ, she loved it!

I watched Steve's hand in my girlfriend's panties, and then was stunned to see him stuff his hand down between her cheeks...onto her cunt! A wide smile came across his face as he pushed her panties down, enraptured in the actually seeing her incredible full schoolgirl bum before him! He continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her mouth as the fingers of his other hand slowly stoked up and down the hidden lips of her pussy.

"Mmmff...mmmff...mmmfff!" was all she could manage...as she slowly parted her thighs to give him more access.

"Oh...I never thought this would happen...my god, you are simply amazing...simply...amazing..." I heard him say, short of breath.

Leigh was whimpering, her mouth wreathed by her saliva, her school skirt up over her back, her panties down to reveal her incredible ass, her mouth full of Steve's fat fingers...and as Steve started to pushed a finger into her cunt she lifted her sweet bum and arched her head back. 

"MMFF!" she moaned into his fingers. Simply in awe, Steve shifted his weight again to push his clothed dick into her hip, just to have it make some contact with her, I gathered. In and out of her cunt his fingers went, now wet with her lovely nectar. She was humping her hips slightly, her thighs now spread further, stretching her lowered panties, as she enjoyed the finger fuck from this fat fifty year old man. 


Spying on My Girlfriend... Ch. 01



"I wonder what your dad and boyfriend would think if they could see this...me having my way with their lovely Leigh. God you're amazing..."

Then he withdrew his hand from her mouth, and before she could protest, sat up and straddled himself across her thighs so that his groin was pushing up into the lower fat of her bum. She looked a little stunned, as he basically had her pinned. 

"Wha what are you doing, Steve. Please we should really stop." She said to him over her shoulder. 

He was quick to respond though, all the time with both his hands kneading her bum, "Christ your ass is just, just amazing...ohhh..."

"No...c'mon...we've done...enough...fuck...if we get caught..." she pleaded, short of breath.

Realising this might end it, Steve quickly responded, "Don't like it...huh?"

"No...no its just..." she whimpered softly.

"Shhh...they'll be ages. They're both drunk and the stores a fair drive, so it's very long walk... especially when drunk," he reasoned, unaware that I was watching the whole event while pulling my pre cum covered cock. "Shhh...just relax and enjoy...I've waited so long...shh...just let me...let me do this," he said as he moved one hand around her and under hip to fiddle with her pussy. 

I then saw her pull a familiar face; he had found her clit. She was lost. 

Her jaw shuddered as she closed her eyes, his hand working at speed. I couldn't quite see his fat fingers but they were doing what she liked, his wrists moving up and down in little movements. Again she pushed her soft bum up, this time against him. 

Steve then removed his other hand from my whimpering girlfriend's slightly shuddering bum moving it to his fly! With Leigh facing forward and lost in her pleasure, she had no idea that Steve was now sliding down his fly! My cock surged and still I wondered why this was driving me crazy with lust. Why is the perversion of a fat, balding fifty five year old man having his way with my girl turning me on so much? 

Suddenly I saw it freed, his cock! Around eight inches long and very fat, it sprung from his pants, pre cum dribbling from its swollen purple end! I groaned loudly, so loudly that I feared I might give myself away. What a sight to see this fat man with his nasty old cock looming but an inch over the ass of my half stripped schoolgirl! 

With his hand keeping her distracted, Steve licked his lips, smiled and began to lean forward, holding his dick in his other hand as it neared my girl's waiting bum cheeks. Tentatively he placed it along the crack of her ass, his eyes closing as his cock came in contact with her silky skin. I nearly blew my load there and then. She must have realized what was going on because she lifted her neck and turned her face to see this fat man's dick lodged in her ass cleft.

"No...no way Ste..."

But again he was quick to stop her protests. "Shh... I'm not going to fuck you. I promise. I just want to rub it against your bum," which he started to do as he spoke his words.

"But I...we ," she half pleased, half whimpered.

"Shh... Just let me...oh fucking, Christ! You feel incredible...Fucking Christ!...Fuck! I won't take long, believe me... Just let me cum, Leigh ... Please," he said as a string of drool left his mouth to land on my girlfriend's back. 

He then leant forward over her, stuck his whole hand in her mouth as he began pushing his cock up and down along her ass crack and over her soft warm asshole. 

"Oh...oh...fu fuck...fuck..."

"Mfff...mfff...MMMMFFF!" said my girlfriend as she was bucked forward by the thrust of Steve's large frame. For some long moments I was in awe as Steve had his way with Leigh, his eyes half closed as he slid his fat prick deep in her ass crack. He must have been in heaven, in fact, I know he was. 

She whimpered as he played with her clit while pistoning his fingers quickly right down her throat to make her gag as he fucked the cleft of her ass. Then suddenly he stopped, pulled his fingers from her mouth and cunt, took her by the hips and hoisted her roughly up onto all fours. 

There she was, on her hands and knees with her sweet, amazing precum covered ass and glistening pussy stuck up for the taking. Steve dragged his cock down over her asshole to rub against her swollen pussy lips. I expected her to protest, but instead she let him grab a handful of her hair and pull her head back! He took himself in the other hand, and, with a face overcome with lust, thrust his fat cock into her cunt with one push! 

"MMMFFF!" she exclaimed.

Her pussy lips stretched wide and she jerked and grimaced to accommodate his big dick, but she did not protest as he pushed into her, his eyes rolling back in his head.

Damn! He was doing it to her. He was fucking my girlfriend doggy style! 

Gritting his teeth, he looked down on the ripples he was making on her ass as he pounded into her, all the time pulling back roughly on her hair. Her body rocked and jerked as this fifty five year old man enjoyed the sensations my girlfriend's cunt was giving him... and I know how sweet her cunt feels. 

In and out, in and out, I watched his cock go, with Leigh's stretched teen cunt drowning in juices. I could just see her face. She was loving this rough fuck from her dad's best friend. She was loving his big fat dick ramming into her from behind. She was loving being taken like this. It was so wrong, so nasty, and so fucking hot! 

Then she came! Her big eyes flung open and the cords of her neck protruded as she gritted her teeth while her body rocked and shuddered. 

This was too much for Steve, making this teenage wet dream cum on his fat cock! He now grabbed two handfuls of her hair as he pulled her head roughly back and entered the throes of what must have been a fucking overwhelming orgasm! His fat cheeks shook and he fucked his cock up into my girlfriend's taut cunt until her knees lifted off the floor! His eyes flung open, rolled back in his head and his whole fat frame shook as he pumped his seed into her while reveling in his ecstasy. 

What seemed like a minute passed before his body stopped jerking his dick into her cum oozing pussy. The sight of this was too much for me. With an incredible rush, I too lost my load. I came like crazy, spurting all over the garage wall as I barely succeeded in stifling my groans of pleasure. 

As I regained my vision I could see both Leigh and Steve hurriedly dressing. Seems all of a sudden they were in a rush. I took my leave, quickly zipping along the drive to silently open the back door and duck into the house to resume drinking my beer as if nothing had happened. The couple walked in a few moments later, shocked to see me sitting there.

Leigh tried to cover her flushed state and surprise by stammering, "I thought you went with Dad...?"

"Nah. I've been here all along, just drinkin' on my own. You guys were out there a while..."

"Yeah," said the bastard Steve, the bastard who had just fucked the shit out my girlfriend and still showed a few signs of it, "your girlfriend loves it out there. She didn't want to leave. She could smoke all day if you gave her the chance. Once she starts, there's just no stopping her."

"You know it, man," I smirked into my beer. That would give them something to think about.

To be continued...



Spying on My Girlfriend... Ch. 02



(Mf, voy, oral, anal, seduction, mast) Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted 2006 with all rights expressly reserved by its author unless explicitly granted.

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The following days were bizarre for me. The realizations that I loved watching my stunning teenage girlfriend being fucked by a much older guy swirled around my head...and my cock. What should have been disgusting me was slowly growing into an obsession. For some fucked up reason, I wanted to, had to, see it again. I wanted to see his cock stuffed down her throat, making her gag. I wanted to witness her dad's best friend shoving his rod into her cunt. I wanted to watch Steve stuffing his fat dick up Leigh's sweet teeny bum. It was becoming a problem. Here I was, this good looking 25 year old guy, in the prime of his sexual life, getting off on a man way past his prime ramming his cock into my very own girlfriend.

Things were getting serious when I start to pretend I was Steve as I fucked Leigh. I had started getting a little rougher with her, but she complained, saying she didn't like that kind of stuff. Bullshit! Steve had practically raped her, hammering his fat cock into her eager cunt as he pulled roughly at her hair. It seemed Leigh only liked it when she was being taken advantage of; when a much older man was taking her, molesting her and reveling in her gorgeous body. In a way, it must have been like a power trip for her, seeing this grown man slathering over her like some rabid dog as she reluctantly let him fulfill his forbidden fantasies (as she fulfilled hers). Jesus! I wanted to fuck her like Steve had. To piston my cock in and out of her tight little cunt and yank on her hair and hear her little girl whimpers and squeals as I took her willing pussy! Well, if I couldn't have it, I would have to make it so I could watch it.

I was at Leigh's house for our regular Friday night piss up. But Steve had not visited since that night, perhaps he was hit with the guilt. I mean, he had just seduced and fucked the shit out of his best friend's teenage daughter in the garage! Maybe he was regretting the whole thing, or more likely, fearing consequences. Perhaps he woke up the next day with a huge hangover and was struck with the fear that Leigh had (in forced tears), told me about the whole sordid event. Or worse...told her father! In a sick sort of way, I was worried that my fantasy would never come true again. How fucked up is that for a boyfriend to be thinking? Jesus...I needed help.

It was just in the midst of my sick little worry over Steve's absence when the phone rang. Greg answered to announce that it was Steve, who at Greg's warm greeting must have been breathing a sigh of relief that he had not been betrayed by Leigh. He was on his way with a bottle of tequila. Greg and I whooped for joy at Steve's news, but for different reasons; I knew what was on his mind.

Ten minutes later, Leigh, who was showering after her school day emerged from the hall to take my breath way. My teen goddess was a sight to behold; I even saw her dad take a second glance then quickly turn away as she walked toward us smiling. Leigh, in all her eighteen year old glory, was dressed in a white cutoff T that showed an ample portion of her flat, smooth brown stomach and ample breast, that jutted out teasingly, like ripe apples sitting high on her chest, aching to be squeezed. 

Speechless, my eyes followed her stomach down to her flaring denim micro mini skirt, the hem of which orbited her tanned, rounded thighs. Her divine, unblemished face shone with teenage youthfulness. She applied her make up just right to accentuate her big innocent brown eyes, eyes you could lose yourself in.Her long honey blonde hair was set in a pony tail that sat high on the back of her head so that it swished in a very girly manner as she moved.

There was a knock at the door and a simultaneous 'whoop' from Greg and I as Steve burst in the door, tequila bottle held aloft like a trophy. He greeted us all with a bow and walked in, his expression not changing an instant as he greeted Leigh. I shot her a glance just as she turned away, but she had failed in hiding her reaction to seeing Steve for the first time since he plunged his cock into her.

Steve smacked the bottle down on the table, proudly grinning at Greg and I. "Right, where are the shotties?" he inquired. 

Greg directed Steve to the cupboard and he retrieved three shot glasses from within, then he moved to the fridge, opened it and exclaimed with disappointment that there were no beers. Greg said that there were some out in the back fridge (in the laundry at the rear of the house), and directed Leigh to go out and get them. She turned her pretty frame and again I saw Steve take the opportunity to give her sweet full ass the once over. I knew why he was here...he wanted that ass in his hands again, and he was hoping that the tequila was the means to achieving that.

The luscious Leigh, having recovered herself, soon returned with a dozen cold beers, flashing her sexy smile around as made she her way to the table around which Steve, Greg and I sat. But her smile faded into a playful sulking face as she noted that there were only three shot glasses. She had been excluded. 

"Hey!", she pouted. "Where's my glass?" 

Greg was stony faced as he replied. "Uh uh. No way little lady. This stuff is potent." 

I quickly shot Steve another glance. He looked like his dog had just died. Sad thing is, I was as disappointed as he was. Quickly he masked his disappointment, and jumped to Leigh's defense. "Oh, that's hardly fair. You aren't going to make her watch us drink are ya, Greg? She might have spat her shot out last week, by the way did you bathe the cat, but I'm sure she'll be all right this week." Leigh flashed her smile at Steve, grateful for the support, then returned her pouting expression to her still stone faced father. 

"Go on, Greg. Better her getting to know tequila here than some party and getting wiped out," I said amazed that I was aiding in getting my girlfriend pissed so I could watch her father's best friend fuck her. Sick puppy.

Greg seemed to soften, then he half smiled and told Leigh to grab herself a shot glass. From the corner of my eye, I watched Steve's near imperceptible sigh of relief; mine followed his.

The gorgeous Leigh in her little skirt bounced over to the cupboard and back to place her glass down just as ours where filled by Steve. She took a seat by me and kissed my cheek, her soft lips and perfume playing tricks with my cock. The thought of that mouth around Steve's cock set my balls to churning.

An excited, anticipatory silence descended as we placed out hands on our glasses, shot each other smirks...and downed them! Grimaces were shared, but no one spat up. Leigh struggled to swallow but made a good show of it. As we recovered from our shots, Steve produced a pack of cards from his back pocket. "Drinking card games!" he announced. Jesus, he really wanted to get her smashed.

Greg looked a little wary, but Steve paid no heed as he plunked the pack down on the middle of the table. "Ahh...I don't think...", attempted Greg, but he was steamrolled by Steve, his best friend who was determined to get into his unwitting friend's daughter's pants. 

"The game's a simple one" explained Steve. "We each cut the deck. Lowest card sculls!"

Wary glances passed around, then four hands nigh on collided as we each reached for the deck. Expectant faces reigned as we each turned over our cards. 

"Shit!" exclaimed Greg. A shot was poured for him.

The game went badly for Greg, four shots in a row, and in no time he was well on his way to being shit faced. But then Leigh's fortune turned bad, and she strained and struggled and coughed to keep her third shot down. I escaped any ill luck for a while, but then copped three myself. But Steve, the tin assed bastard, lost only one game.

Suddenly Greg swept the cards off the table, declaring the game over and then struggled to stand to take himself off for a piss. We all watched with great amusement as Greg made his toward the hall. He was probably thankful for the invention of walls, or he would have been on his face before his third step. 

The now drunken conversation rolled on for a while, and then it happened. Steve announced that he was going for a smoke, and casually invited Leigh out. 

"Ummmmm," she hesitated, blinking three times slowly to betray just how drunk she was. "Oh, ok," she managed, using her hands on the table to steady her way to her feet. 

This was it! Steve stood, measurably more sober than the rest of us, and followed the luscious Leigh out toward the back door. Adrenaline surged through me. On the way Leigh announced that she had better check on her dad as he had been gone a while, and headed down the hall. Steve shot me a quick glance, covered by an unctuous smile and a shrug and followed her. 

A few seconds later I heard Leigh exclaim, laughing, that her dad had passed out on the toilet floor. Luckily he was dressed. I called out asking if they needed any assistance, but Steve quickly replied that they were fine. 

I decided to sneak down anyway. Quickly slipping off my boots and as quietly as I could, I slipped down the hall toward the bathroom. Inching closer to the corner of the hall around which was the bathroom, I cautiously leaned my head around. Directly in my line of sight I could see the entire bathroom. The door was open and Greg was on the floor passed out. But it looked as though his plight was no longer the focus of attention for Leigh and Steve were standing in the bathroom door frame facing one another, talking in a whisper. 

I couldn't hear their words, but from their body language, I could see that Steve, who was leaning in close to Leigh, had evil on his mind. As I hoped for something to happen my cock started to get hard. I saw him make quick little determined nods as Leigh bit her lip, then he put one hand hesitantly to her mouth. I was nearly sprung as she looked nervously up the hall, but then she turned her attention back to Steve and gave a short little nod. Steve smiled evilly as he reached out to take Leigh by the shoulders and slowly turned her so her back was to him. I saw his jaw slowly drop in appreciation as his eyes scanned down her hair, then her back, then stopped on her bubble of a bum that was jutting out at him. Definitely an ass man, ol' Stevey boy. 

Lowering himself into a squatting position so that his face was level with her bum, Steve reached forward and took the hem of her short skirt between his fat fingers. Licking his lips, he paused for a moment of anticipation, snapped a quick glance at the very unconscious Greg, then returned his attention to Leigh's beautiful waiting ass. As if silently bidden, Leigh placed her hands against the doorframe, faced forward and arched her back to push her bum out near Steve's face...as he slowly began to lift her skirt. I watched his mouth fall fully open as her sweet teen ass started to be revealed. Nigh on touching Steve's face, inch by inch of Leigh's pink cotton panties were slowly exposed, stretched to full by her jutting round cheeks. 

Steve swallowed and then shifted slightly. He must have had a hard on as he marveled at the incredible sight before him. He licked his lips as her skirt finished up crumpled above her waist. Leigh turned her head back and down to look at Steve admiring her thrust out bottom, then slowly slid her hands a little further down the door frame to arched her back more, and in doing so, squash her bum against Steve's face! Half of Steve's head was buried in the cleft of Leigh's thrust out ass. His head began moving slowly side to side as he attempted to bury his face as far as he could into the crack of her panty covered ass. 

Leigh closed her eyes and her mouth opened slightly as Steve started mouthing her asshole and pussy through the taut material of her pink knickers. Lost in his lust, Steve suddenly reached up and yanked her panties down to her thighs revealing the beauty of her olive skinned bum! Leigh snapped her attention down to Steve and tried to yank her panties back up but Steve quickly took my girlfriend by the hips and pushed his face back into the cleft of her now nude ass and pussy. Leigh tried to pull away, but his head followed and he almost lost balance. Leigh then twisted her bum away from him then and actually smacked Steve on the head. 

He took the hint and reluctantly withdrew to lean back against the doorframe panting, his eyes still locked on the prize before him. Leigh leant down and pulled her knickers up and readjusted her short skirt. Recovering herself, she then turned to Steve said something with a serious face and they both returned their attention back to the comatose Greg, who had not moved a muscle. Taking a side each, they knelt and began to lift Greg as much as they could. I took the opportunity to slink back into the lounge where an idea, inspired by Greg's inability to handle his piss, took me.

Hurrying back to one of two oppositely arranged couches in the living room, I flicked off the lamp to leave the room lit only by the hall light, flung myself onto my side and proceeded to act as if I too had passed out. Opening my eyes but a fraction, I soon saw Steve and Leigh hauling along the now barely conscious Greg with some difficulty. His head lolled about as he spoke gibberish to Leigh and Steve. Leigh seemed to be struggling herself, the full effect of the tequila had obviously struck her also. 

Upon Steve seeing me, his eyes lit up and he laughingly remarked to Leigh that both her father and boyfriend were featherweight drinkers. Leigh, looking near exhausted, let go of her father and staggered over to me, leaving Steve to stumble under the extra load. Steve struggled on, passing the living room door and out of sight in the direction of his Greg's bedroom.

The fat in my pants had subsided, so I made a convincing show of being passed out (two more tequilas and no show would have been necessary). Leigh tried to shake me out of it, but somehow I maintained my act and she soon gave up, convinced I was completely out of it. Sighing, Leigh climbed up next to me, wrapped her arms around my neck and cuddled into my front. 

Soon I heard Steve's approach, and as he appeared in the doorway to the living room he stopped and stood silently looking at our embraced forms, probably very worried that his encounters with Leigh had come to an end. But then, to my amazement, he entered the room, heading toward us. This guy was unbelievable!

"Hmph! Is he as gone as your dad, Leigh?" he asked.

Leigh roused groggily, obviously close to passing out herself. She turned her head slightly and answered Steve, who had now advanced to stop but a foot away. He was looking down at Leigh with lust in his eyes." Yeah, if not worse," she answered in a mumble. "You... um...you can crash in the spare room. The bed's made up." she added, almost nervously. 

Steve bit his lip in disappointment, then he leant in closer to Leigh. "Why don't you come with me...?" he whispered. The gall of this cunt! 

"Ahh...no...I want to stay here. I'm so drunk. Please, Steve. We shouldn't do that anymore," she whispered in her sweet teen voice.

But that wasn't good enough for Steve. He'd just had his face buried in her sweet round bum; he wasn't going to stop now. He squatted slowly down, exhaling with the effort as he did so. Now he was kneeling behind Leigh, who was still cuddling me. Here I was, right here on the couch as Steve was trying to get my teenage girlfriend to go and fuck him. The worst of it was that I was pretending to be unconscious so it could happen! Then I saw Steve's hand appear. He had started to stroke her hair as she lay there. He didn't say anything; he didn't have to, his eyes said it all. 

"Steve! No! Not here! Jesus, what if someone wakes up!" Leigh warned. 

But he didn't stop. His hand trailed down her side and over her hip. Then I lost sight of it as it ducked down toward her bum that was facing toward him in the mini skirt. I saw Leigh's eyes snap back toward Steve, though she couldn't quite crane her neck around far enough to meet his eyes.

"No Steve! No! I mean it!" she insisted.

"It's ok. They are both dead to the world. Come to bed with me. We'll be quick."

Leigh's eyes then snapped open. "S Steve...ah...get your hand out of there!" 

The bastard had his hand up her skirt! Leigh squirmed as Steve was doing all he could to get his hand into her panties. I couldn't believe she hadn't noticed my hard on! Then I felt something slide down the front of my thighs. It was her panties. 

Leigh again tried to warn Steve to stop molesting her, but some of the conviction had gone from her voice, "What...w what are doing?...oohh...no...ah...shit..." Then her body began to rock against me slightly, "Ohh...fuck...Ouch! Shit! Not all your fingers at once! Oww!...ah...be gentle...ahh...ohhhh..." she moaned. Leigh then buried her head into my chest as she began to whimper, "Mmmm...mmn...ohh...mn...oh god...f f fu fuck..."

Her body rocked softly against me, except that I lost contact with her lower half as she pushed her bum back out onto Steve's working fingers. I could see his lust filled eyes swapping between the back of her head and his molesting of her cunt. His smile was of a man possessed as he again had his way with my teenage girlfriend, only this time she was in my fucking arms! But it takes two to tango; gorgeous little Leigh was indeed again reveling in letting a fat, balding, fifty five year old man take advantage of her again. Panting like a dog, she was obviously also getting off on letting it happen right in front of me.

I saw Steve raise himself up on his knees, while continuing to finger Leigh, whose face was pushed in my chest, moaning all the time. Then I heard it... Steve's zipper being slowly pulled down. I could see him look down as he fiddled around with his pants, giving one last jerk as presumably, he'd freed his fat cock. My balls now ached. Still fingering the oblivious Leigh, he leaned in close to her, swallowed and whispered, "Turn around." 

She didn't respond. She was too lost in the pleasure coming from her cunt. "Leigh...turn around...turn around, sweetie," he insisted.

She took a second to respond, then complied, slowly, twisting her body awkwardly to slump lazily back down on her side to end facing Steve. Her soft, naked bum pushed against my hard on, but she was too lost in her lust and alcohol to notice it. Leigh shouldered herself into the couch; I could now only see Steve between the crook of Leigh's head and lithe shoulder. 




Spying on My Girlfriend... Ch. 03



A(nother) perverted tale by Starman

© 2008Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted 2008 with all rights expressly reserved by its author unless explicitly granted. 

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By now I was sure I had a problem.

Not only was my already high sex drive even higher due to the perversion that had entered my life, a perversion that has happily resulted in me fucking Leigh even more than unusual, but alone, I also found myself jerking off frequently over what I had recently witnessed.

My obsession was seriously becoming a worry for me. One evening while alone, the realization struck me... this can only get worse. Worse for me, worse for my relationship with Leigh, and worse for Leigh herself, who was turning into a perverted sex loving little whore. The only person it could get better for was Steve. It had to stop! Right now! I grabbed my car keys and shot out of the door...

As I tore through the darkening streets towards Leigh's place, my resolve strengthened. I felt good, like a darkness had been lifted from me. We didn't have plans to hook up tonight (I was having a boy's night), but girls love a surprise visit, especially when done at the cost of seeing the boys. Sure, this sordid little fuck fest was great while it lasted, but all good things must come to an end. And with something this fucked up, the sooner the better, before it became too destructive - and addictive.

Pulling onto Leigh's street, I felt a renewed rush of love for her. She wouldn't know why I would be all gushed up tonight (obviously I couldn't tell her), but a girl doesn't need a reason when her boyfriend is pouring all over them with love and romance. 

Then I spotted Steve's car. 

That wouldn't be so unusual on a Friday night, except for that fact that I knew Greg, Leigh's father, was away this weekend!

My heart raced. As hard as it was too admit, my new resolution instantly crumbled before the thrill of imagining Steve pushing his old fat cock up my girlfriend's young, tight cunt. This thought of his cock thrusting into her made my own cock hard.

Slowly I pulled away from Leigh's house and parked a few streets away to remove the risk of my car being spotted. My adrenaline kept surging through me as I envisioned what may be happening back at the house. I rounded her corner and quickened my pace until I was but two houses away. The whole time my mind raced and my mouth was full with that tinny taste of adrenaline.

Thanking the darkness for my concealment, I was able to move hidden across the length of the front lawn via the surrounding fence to arrive at the sidewall of the house. I was close to the window that peers into the lounge where just last week Steve fucked my girlfriend in the ass while I feigned sleep on the couch beside them.

Slowing my steps as I closed on the window, I made sure to stay well below it. Upon reaching the wall under the window's lowest edge I waited for a few seconds, then, not hearing anything, I cautiously lifted my head.

Peering in, I saw a balding head. It was Steve sitting on the couch closest to me. Excellent! This was a good angle, giving me a clear view of the entire lounge. Steve was having a beer, and had that conspiring look in his eye. I knew that look by now. Then I was struck by a thought, 'Was this whole fucking thing planned?' Come to think of it, Leigh was unusually acquiescent to my news that I was having a boy's night, and the fact that Greg was away made the notion of coincidence not even worth considering.

Then Leigh entered the room.

I don't know if it was by Steve's request or if she just hadn't changed, but she was still in her school uniform. She had removed her saddle shoes, and one of the knee high socks that accentuate her olive skinned legs had fallen to bunch loosely about her ankle. Her plaid skirt, verging on too short, flared about her smooth thighs. Her white blouse, jutting at the chest, was untucked and three buttons shy of being done up to deliberately put on display a tantalizing preview of the flawless skin of her tits. Fucking little tease! 

She was wearing her chestnut hair out, its full, rich lengths cascading either side of her lithe shoulders, and she had applied just enough makeup to both bring her already beautiful skin alive and to darken her eyelashes to lend her a smoky, sultry look. It would be hard not to knock at the door right now, concocting some excuse that the boy's night was canceled so as to stop all this so I, me, her boyfriend, could fuck her... but again my sickness came to the fore, making me take the choice of having me watch someone else fuck my girlfriend instead of me!

Leigh moved across the room; Steve watched her the whole time with unconcealed lust in his eyes. But she didn't approach him. Instead, she plunked herself on the carpet before the opposite couch and cocked her head at Steve, who was trying to peek up her skirt.

"You didn't get yourself another beer? Were four cans and that joint enough, huh...?" Steve probed.

'How long had they been here? Had I missed it?' I thought lamentably. But then, noting that Leigh and Steve were both dressed, I dismissed the thought.

Leigh nervously bit her lip, looked about, and then returned her gaze to Steve. "I... Steve... the other times were fine. I was really drunk, it was stupid, but now... this thing you have planned. I, I just don't think I can do it..."

"But all through the week on the phone... we talked of this, remember? Several times you said that you would, and tonight I have arranged it," he reasoned.

They had been speaking on the fucking phone!

"I, I was stoned, and had gotten into Dad's bar. I, I... well, y'know..." she said in a sweet soft voice while looking down at the carpet. Everything she did was delicious.

"Leigh, your Dad's away... and your boyfriend is out for the night. Like you said to me, he's probably out to pick up..."

"I didn't mean that! I was just drunk and shitty with him for wanting a boy's night instead of spending the night with me," she replied, wrinkling her brow with a cute little frown.

"You were shitty until I suggested tonight. Then you got all sexy on the phone... remember? Remember me talking to you, talking until you came hard into the receiver? Hmmm?"

She couldn't repress a wicked smile at that. Then Steve smiled, probably more relieved that things had taken an upswing, and that the plans he had made, whatever they may have been, were in less jeopardy.

Standing, Steve made his way over to where she sat on the carpet, reached down and picked her up gently by the elbows. They were standing really close now, her form small and lithe next to his large, heavy frame. She stumbled slightly as Steve let go of her and they both chuckled intimately - the beer and joint had taken their effect.

Steve smiled knowingly. Then his eyes went flat. The close proximity to her fine teen form had an instant effect upon him. Christ, Leigh had an effect on men from a hundred feet.

She arched her back away from him and turned her head to the side, but this only opened up her neck to him. He sped his mouth to the nape of her neck while taking both of her lithe wrists behind her back in one hand as he ran the other slowly up the softness of her thigh. He wasn't fucking around tonight! Her eyes remained open as he eagerly mouthed and tongued the soft skin of her neck. She gave a little resistance, but not nearly enough to break free...then her eyes closed and she visibly relaxed.

This went on for some long moments before Steve, taken by the animal aroused within him, spun her quickly about so her back was to him, wrapped one arm about her to clasp her arms tight into her sides and placed the other hand under her neck to roughly turn her face to the side. He then thrust his eager tongue into her mouth while dry humping her young bum, which, I'm sure, was his favourite part of her. She looked like a rag doll being toyed with by a bear.

Her skirt was scrunching up around her hips revealing glimpses of her white cotton panties as, knees slightly bent for leverage, he pumped repetitively up into her soft ass. His eyes were flat, and had the look of a madman as he ravaged her. 

Steve released her chin and her head sagged slowly forward. With his now free hand he reached around her chest to thrust his hand down her into her blouse and take hold of and roughly grope one of her soft, firm breasts. I watched in awe as his fingers moved within her top, squeezing then pinching a nipple then swapping to the other. 

Steve was talking to her but I couldn't make out what he was saying due the approach of a car. I started to reach for my fly to free my rock hard cock as I waited for the car to pass so I could hear Steve's lecherous words, but it didn't pass... it slowed... then pulled into the driveway!

I craned my neck back and spotted a white standard family sedan having its lights cut. The driver wasn't visible within the darkened cabin, but the door popped and then swung open. A man lifted himself with grunt from his vehicle. The best I could make of him was that he was about Steve's age, with a little more paunch and a lot more hair, though greying and worn to the side. He was wearing denim jeans and a sandy coloured dress shirt rolled at the sleeves. 

Pausing momentarily, he looked up at the house, exhaled, adjusted his crotch, placed his keys in his pocket and started his way toward the front door. He struck me as the office type, someone who had grown fat behind a desk.

The 'arrangement' Steve had made was thus revealed. The old bastard had invited a friend (surely a very grateful friend) over so they could both hammer away at a gorgeous, nubile eighteen year old girl! 

My heart was beating so fast I was sure it would be heard, and my cock leaked its first dribble of pre cum into my pants. I knew then I had been fooling myself about stopping this. I knew that when I had been thinking of stopping it, I was secretly hoping something would prevent me from doing so! The fact I was so relieved that I would get to see it happen again thrilled me more than it worried me; surely it was meant to be the reverse! 

I returned my attention to the living room as the doorbell rang. Leigh's head snapped toward the door, a decidedly unsure look now upon her gorgeous face. Steve smiled sardonically, and reluctantly pulled himself free of Leigh, sucking his lips as he did so. She looked nervous as Steve made his way towards the door of the living room. He stopped short, probably half to make sure Leigh didn't run from the room, and shouted toward the front door, "Come on in, John!"

I shot a glance at Leigh. She was running her hands slowly down her cheeks as she swapped her worried glances between the living room doorway and the floor.

Smiling, Steve turned to her. "You want that drink now, gorgeous?... Aw, c'mon. You're going to love this. You know you will." Then he added, "You even said you will... remember?"

I heard the heavy footsteps of this 'John' coming down the tiled hallway that led to the living room. Steve looked back at Leigh, then back at the approaching man, smiled and nodded. He then moved back into the living room as John's shadow grew in the doorway. 

As John came into the doorway, Steve turned towards him. The man's deep set, somewhat beady eyes were instantly drawn to my gorgeous girlfriend's standing form. Steve smirked at John, who was drinking in Leigh's fine form. He swallowed and his mouth fell slowly open. The newcomer to this twisted little affair then exhaled audibly, looking her up and down with the eyes that most men involuntarily adopt when they catch sight of Leigh.

Steve, looking very pleased with himself, rubbed his chin as he shared John's view of Leigh. "Is she not everything I told you?"

John could only respond with a slow, disbelieving nod. Maybe he was convinced he was only dreaming this, and if not, he was certainly dreaming of what was about to happen.

"Leigh, honey, why don't you say hello to John."

Leigh looked like a stunned deer, standing there shifting on her white socked feet as she was ogled by the two fat men who were here to stuff their cocks into her every fuckhole.

Leigh didn't respond as requested. Instead she moved a step backward from the men. John, suddenly anxious, looked to Steve, who seeing his concern, took the initiative by walking toward her, his eyes locked with hers while speaking to John. "Don't worry, John, I just had my hand on her tits and my cock pressed into her sweet little ass. She loves this little reluctant act, but... she loves stiff cock a whole lot more. Isn't that right, Leigh?"

At that, a reassured John rubbed the front of his pants, his eyes still locked on the fine teenage form before him as he swallowed again. How long it must have been since he had such a hot young thing... if ever.

Steve came to stand before the apprehensive looking Leigh. I wasn't sure if it really was an act; she looked genuinely concerned about the situation, but not enough to send her screaming from the room. She just stood there and let her arm be taken by Steve and then half dragged across the room toward the waiting John, who took a deep breath as she neared him.

"I, I don't think..." she stammered.

"You shouldn't be thinking," quickly interrupted Steve as he pulled her to be standing before the much larger John, whose eyes had gone flat. I don't think John even realized that he licked his lips and swallowed, but I'm sure that she was taken aback by the primal look in his eyes.

She was standing between the two men, nervously fidgeting, until Steve moved slowly around behind her. "Leigh, this is going to happen," he stated as a matter of fact. "You are simply going to let us do all the things we want to do to you... You know you want us to. Otherwise... why would you have agreed to tonight? And... why aren't you trying to get away?"

Sardonically John smiled as Steve took Leigh by the elbows, pulling her arms back and in doing so, caused her tits to thrust out at John, stretching to the limit the white cotton of her school blouse. John's attention was instantly snared by her now evident erect nipples which were poking out at him.

Steve continued, "Why? Because you want our old cocks pushed into you... Don't you, honey? Yes, you do," he insisted, more to take control of the situation than to elicit any type of answer form my sweet little schoolgirl. "You love being the helpless little girl getting molested by the lecherous dirty old men."

Leigh had her face turned to the side as Steve said, "Go ahead, John. Feel them. Feel her young tits. Go on..."

John didn't need any more encouragement than that. He licked his lips again as his arms raised, his hands slightly clawed, and his eyes trance like upon his target. Leigh's wide eyes followed the path of his hands as they neared her waiting, jutting boobs, her breathing becoming quicker. With an audible gasp, her head jerked back as John clamped his big hands heavily around her pert schoolgirl tits. John's eyes went flat and a disturbing smile came slowly to his parted lips as he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of Leigh's pliable boobs. But instead of fighting, she closed her eyes and leaned her head back.

"You see, John... I told you."

John nodded slowly, then removed one hand to reach down and readjust his crotch again. His cock must have been raging from having these beautiful teen tits at his whim; raging at the certain knowledge that this sexy teen girl, seemingly willing, perhaps even eager, would allow two older guys to have their way with her soft, warm, young body. What an unbelievable situation it must have been for him. 

A dark look came to John's eyes as he moved his free hand up stroke Leigh's face, then under her hair to travel around to the back of her neck as he took a step toward her. He half smiled and shook his head as he looked her up and down. Then he leant in and eagerly thrust his tongue into her full lipped mouth! I could see the sweat on this stranger's shifting brow as his jaw opened and closed as he roughly kissed my girlfriend with such eagerness that her in place as her head was being pushed back. Steve had one arm looped through her elbows to hold her in place while his other hand had found its way up the back of her skirt and was groping her bum. I saw the outline of John's large tongue appear in one of her cheeks, then slip out of her mouth only to be quickly pushed back in to stretch it open again to continue kissing her. He was now pressing himself into her with both hands now groping her tits as his tongue enjoyed the softness of her lips and young tongue.

My cock had found its way into my hand and was already pumping out its precum, making the experience of pulling it a delight. I yanked my dick hard, overawed by watching these lecherous old sobs having their way with my eighteen year old girlfriend in her school uniform.

Steve then spoke with a big fat grin on his face as Leigh's head jerked slightly under John's hard kissing. "John is usually such a boisterous, loud fellow. One, who, in drunken conversations between ourselves, talks about women just like just most other men do. But his tastes lean toward teenies... You should see his collection of 'Barely Legal' and 'Seventeen' mags and vids. The guy's fanatical, so you can imagine what a gift this is to him. That's why I chose to let him in on this!"

"Sure, he looked a little taken aback upon entry, but that's only because he thought I was joking about this whole thing. He thought there was no way something like this, like you, could be true. But... he believes me now! Ha!"

Leigh pulled her head back, but John's tongue eagerly chased her mouth until he found it again and she let him resume kissing her. 

"Hmmm! Mmmm!" groaned John into my girlfriend's sweet mouth. His apprehension had gone and hands were enjoying the fullness of her pert tits. He then pulled his head back and stared Leigh in the eyes, never letting go of her thrust out boobs.

Catching his breath, he peered over Leigh's shoulder and said to Steve, "She is fucking delicious!" Then, with a furrowed brow, he met Leigh's eyes and squeezing her tits said, "You are y'know... fucking delicious." 




Spying on My Girlfriend... Ch. 03



His expression darkened as he stared her in the eyes, "I see you lovely little teenage things in the malls and at the beach wiggling your peachy asses or showing off your young fine tits in bikinis, and, I have to tell you, it drives me fucking wild... and... and...I just want to fuck every single one of them!" 

Returning his gaze to Steve, he continued as he fondled my whimpering girlfriend through her school blouse. "Remember what we talked about last night when I still thought this whole thing was a big practical joke on your part? You know how I want to start this... what I want to do to her, don't you, Steve?"

"I remember," acknowledged Steve with a nod of his head.

"How will I ever repay you for this?"

"You can repay me by completely enjoying yourself... and by doing exactly what you said you wanted to do to one of these teen sluts. I'd like to see it, actually," replied Steve with a smirk. 

Tightening his grip and pulling her elbows back until they were touching, Steve hissed, "Do you see what you bring out in men? Do you see the animals we become? Sure, we're nice enough in the outside world, but... anytime when we encounter someone who looks like you, all we are imagining is how sweet your tight little bum would feel embracing our cocks." 

These words prompted John to reluctantly release Leigh's tits, take her by the upper arm and march her toward the couch furthest from me. Her eyes darted about, unsure what was going to happen, when John promptly sat himself on the couch and looked up at Leigh through hard eyes.

"Lay across my lap, Leigh. I'm going to spank that sweet little ass of yours. I'll tell you now, it's going to hurt. You are going to take it and I am going to fucking love it!" he explained, reveling in the authoritarian role he now felt confident enough to now adopt.

Christ! Not even I had done that! I had no idea how she would take it, and obviously neither did she as she just stood there, that same unsure look on her face.

"Uhhh... I don't... hey!" she exclaimed as John grabbed her by the hand and roughly pulled her down toward him. She put up a bit of a fight, but I did catch the hint of her smile she was trying to conceal, and John, despite his size, was actually having a hard time getting her into position. But I think he was enjoying the contact with her as much as Leigh was enjoying making him fight for the prize of her bare bum. 

But then Steve was there. He grabbed her wrists and pulled them out in front of her, and then it was just a matter of John pulling her lithe form across his lap and she was in position. Her crotch was now directly over John's crotch, leaving the full roundness of her young bottomm thrust up at him. He was staring at that lovely ass concealed only be the material of her short school skirt and hidden panties. I think he was in a little in disbelief that he had a gorgeous eighteen year old's bum right there before him, but mere inches from his face, and that he was about to have his way with it. 

She was still struggling, but the maliciously smiling Steve was kneeling beside the couch with her arms held out straight and tight and John had laid a firm hand on the small of her back to ensure she couldn't escape.

"No! I don't want to do this! I don't want to be spanked!" she pleaded.

Looking up and down her fine form, John paid no heed to her plea. Lust smoldered in his eyes as he stroked the backs of her calves, slowly moving up to her rounded thighs. His hand was destined for the rise of her round bum.

John inhaled sharply and some drool actually escaped his mouth as his hand slipped under her skirt to find the soft warmth of her offered up, helpless teeny bottom. With alarm written across her pretty face, she looked innocently back over her shoulder as John fondled her firm buns, reveling in the moment like it was his last on Earth. Frankly, I don't think he'd mind if it was.

"Ohhh, Jesus! Her ass feels as good as I imagined... Oh Christ... this is fantastic," said John exhaled to himself, I believe.

"Is her bum not exquisite?" leered Steve. "You should try having your cock up it, John. There really is nothing like it. Trust me," breathed Steve heavily. "Hmmm... That just may have to happen again. You'd like that, huh, baby?" 

Leigh was straining to look back over her shoulders at John. Steve transferred one of her thin wrists so that he was now holding both in one hand. Twisting her wrists so that her upper torso twisted towards him, it allowed her to watch with relative ease as John had his way with her bottom. But giving her a better view wasn't Steve's real objective. Roughly he shoved his now free hand down the top of her blouse. However, Leigh's attention remained on John, watching her skirt being slowly pushed up over the rise of her bum, inch by inch. 

Her panty clad, up thrust buns were then revealed for the first time to John. Their delightful olive skinned roundness was swelling her white cotton panties to full; panties that had ridden up the cleft, probably from the wrestling with John. He was panting now, wearing a disturbing smile as he stared in wide eyed awe at the fullness of Leigh's teen ass, his to do with what he wished. He laid a hand on one of her sweet swelling cheeks. Involuntarily he shook his head slowly as he firmly kneaded my girlfriend's bum cheek in his large, strong hand. 

Meanwhile, Steve was having his own fun. Still holding her wrists, his other hand had reached down to the rear hem of her blouse to pull it up so it was crumpled around her shoulder, but still covering her tits. As much as Leigh was all nervous and apprehensive about letting two men in their fifties have their way with her, I was now convinced it was all an act. My belief was secured by how easily she let Steve yank her crumpled blouse over her head. Her big schoolgirl boobs were revealed and Steve was quick to return his hand to them. 

Her beautiful, smooth tummy, with its olive, silk like skin now rested against John's thighs and he was stroking her smooth back with one hand while his other continued taking big handfuls of her bum. Then he promptly lifted one hand and brought it down with a loud crack onto her panty covered cheeks. Her head flew back, her tussled hair flying from her face to reveal her shocked, grimacing expression.

"Ow! Fuck!" she grunted. John smiled mockingly; he was enjoying inflicting pain onto her now reddening cheek. 

Biting his lower lip, John raised his hand again, but Leigh stopped him by quickly moving her hands back to protect herself. But Steve was there again, taking her by the forearms and, with little effort, pulling her hands away to again reveal John's beautiful target.

"You little bitch! I said you would take it, didn't I?" John growled meancingly. He then reached out to take a handful of her thick hair and pulled her head back until her neck was straining and smacked his free hand hard down onto her panties with a resounding SLAP! 

This time she grunted, and her hips jerked forward, thrusting her crotch into John's own as she twisted, held in Steve's grip. Steve was busy with her tits, one hand squeezing and groping while the other held her wrists firmly. I have to say that it excited me to watch her get spanked like the naughty slut she was being.

SMACK! The lounge echoed again with the sound of Leigh's punishment. "OH! AHHH! STOP IT!" she screamed, kicking her white socked feet. She was grimacing, both from the sting in her ass and from having her hair pulled so roughly, but she wasn't putting up any real fight.

Taking a pause from spanking her to greedily grope her bum, John looked to Steve with a serious expression, "We need to quiet her down... and I know just the thing," he explained with a gleam in his eye.

With one hand firmly on her back and the tip of his tongue slightly parting his lips, John slowly peeled Leigh's cotton panties down over her now flaming crimson cheeks. He exhaled, as her exquisite full bum was made bare before him. He even moved his head to the side to peek between her thighs, trying to catch a first glimpse of her cunt and asshole as he pulled her panties down over her thighs, along her calves and then off her white socked feet. With them now scrunched in his hand, he put them to his face and inhaled deeply.

"Mmmmm! The sweet smell of teen cunt! It's been so fucking long," he said, relishing in the gusset of her knickers. He pulled them away from his face. "Look," he said, holding them up for Steve's viewing "they're fucking wet!"

He pulled back on Leigh's hair, causing her to grunt, "Steve was right... you do love this! You love being molested and treated like shit. Don't you?" She looked away, as much as she could with her head pulled back so far. "Time to quiet you down, girly," grumbled John. 

Steve watched with dark fascination as John reached forward with her panties in hand and began stuffing them into her mouth! Her initial surprise quickly passed as she grimaced and fought and tried to spit them out, but John persisted, jamming them in. Due to her head being pulled back, she couldn't quite close her mouth, and soon her cheeks were stuffed full with her own knickers, save one small section of waistband that dangled obscenely from her mouth. "Do not spit them out! Do you hear me?!" barked John.

The look of gorgeous Leigh with her mouth stuffed full of her schoolgirl knickers combined with watching her struggle while two older men had their way with her boobs and bum was too much for me, and as much as I tried to hold back, I came, hard, to be lost in waves of indescribable pleasure. For some long moments I was lost in the dizzying heights of an amazing orgasm, leaving my mark all over the sidewall of the house.

When my vision returned, I looked through the window to see John's hand zipping down again. As it slapped hard onto my girlfriend's firm bare cheeks, she threw her head back, sending her long hair flying and her eyes went wide, barely cognizant of the sharp repetitive sounds drifting through the window, sounds of the cruel ass blistering she was receiving.

SMACK! Writhing under the assault she hollered through her panties, "MMMFF!" as tears streaked down her flushed cheeks. Her hands were now clenched into fists and the cords of her neck stood out. Her bare chest was heaving and she went to catch her breath, but exhaled sharply as John spanked her again. 

"MHM! MMFF!" Giving another hip lunging reaction accompanied by a throaty grunt, Leigh bucked helplessly as the harsh spanking continued. Three more hard slaps and she was a sobbing uncontrollably. John paused, looking down over her gorgeous, submissive form with a satisfied smile while stroking her flaming red bum cheeks.

"Shhh... It's all over now," he said soothingly while smiling sardonically.

John looked to Steve who was flushed from watching her gorgeous little face twisted up in pain as her incredible ass was turned crimson. "Christ, that was a fucking turn on to watch," remarked Steve breathlessly. "Why do pretty girls look even sexier when in a little pain?" he asked rhetorically.

"That was fucking incredible. My cock is aching, Steve!" announced John as he continued to run his hands over the recovering Leigh, whose hair had been released allowing her face to lower slowly into the softness of the sofa. "Fuck! I need relief," said John. "But first... first I have to see how much she enjoyed that." I watched his hand disappear between down between her ripe hemispheres toward her concealed schoolgirl cunt. 

Leigh locked her thighs together, resulting in John have to push to get to his prize. "Leigh! Mph!" he grunted, "What are you hiding? Hmmm? Don't want to show us...mmph! ...that...mmph... you loved being spanked, huh?" he growled as he struggled to get his hand down there. 

"Give me a hand, Steve! I need to feel that pussy of hers."

Steve complied and quickly shuffled down to kneel before the couch near Leigh's legs. He was blocking my view slightly, but only of her calves. He placed a hand on each knee and, with a little grimace, started to pry her soft teeny thighs apart. John's expression changed as I saw his hand dip further down.

"Ohh... Ohhh fuck yeah... that's it... I've got my hand on her cunt!" Smiling he snidely added, "Steve, it's fucking wet like you wouldn't believe!" 

With tears still streaking her face, Leigh was looking over her shoulder at the two men now focused on her engorged pussy. Then, under John's continued ministrations, she turned her face forward and her eyelids drooped and her jaw shuddered. She was loving it!

Steve fumbled with the back of Leigh's plaid skirt that was still gathered up around her waist. With a yank, he pulled it up her body and over her head. But for her white socks, she was now stripped completely nude.

John leaned in close to Leigh's ear and, now finger fucking her, growled, "That's a tight little cunt you have. Isn't it, girlie? Your boyfriend's a lucky man." Indeed I was.

I watched Steve pull her closest leg down off the couch so that her legs were now spread and reach forward to rub her still reddened ass. The room was silent aside from Leigh panting through her knickers and the groans and grunts of the two men who had subjugated my girlfriend. The two old fat men were now seemingly able to do anything they wanted to her young body. 

John was leaning to his side to get as close a look as possible as he slid his finger in and out of my girlfriend's cunt. Meanwhile Steve's hand slid over her bum and down into the crack of her ass. 

I saw her taking laboured breaths through her panties as John's fat fingers molested her cunt. Then her eyes sprung open. With a jerk, she looked over her shoulder back towards her bum... Steve was pushing his middle finger into her asshole. 

She grimaced and grunted through her panties as he jammed the full length of his finger into her bum. But all she did was lay there and let it happen, lay there and let two fifty odd year old men do what they wished with her young pussy and ass. Lay there and be both dominated and worshipped simultaneously. Lay there without the knowledge that her boyfriend was just outside the window watching the whole obscene event... for the third time.

"I gonna cum in my fucking pants if I don't get up her soon!" John was turning out to be a real charmer. "C'mon, slut," he said to Leigh, pulling his wet fingers from her cunt as his other arm slid under her lithe tummy to lift her backward off his lap.  

But Steve kept, what I could see now, were three fingers up her bum. His hand prevented her from sitting fully back on her haunches so she was forced to assume a half doggy position with her round ass sticking out, perfect for Steve's working hand. 

She looked back at Steve, panties still stuffed in her mouth, and then stuck her ass out even more in a very tantalizing fashion. This had an obvious affect on him. Licking his lips, he returned his gaze to watch his three fingers piston away at her pink bum hole. She returned her attention to John, placing her hands on her knees for balance and gave up her bum for Steve to what he wanted with it. 

John was sitting back on the couch, smelling and tasting his fingers, taking a few seconds to drink in the incredible situation he found himself in. His hard cock was obvious in his pants, and he'd leaked so much precum that it had actually wet through to the denim of his jeans.

Locking eyes with Leigh, John brusquely ordered, "Take my cock out and suck it!" Reaching forward, he shoved his fingers into Leigh's mouth and slowly extracted her saliva covered panties. "C'mon...get those beautiful lips around my dick."

Her initial act was over now, and she lowered her sultry brown eyes to John's crotch. The mere sight of her doing this, having a teenage beauty like Leigh focus her attention on his crotch, and the delicious anticipation that accompanied it sent a visible thrill through John, who realized he was about to have his cock inside that hot young mouth. 

Leigh's hand reached forward, and John inhaled to lift his fat gut from his waistline to give her access. Her fingers worked away at his belt as I spotted Steve withdraw his fingers from Leigh's bum and place both hands under her thighs to lift her ass higher into the air so that she was now in a full doggie position, allowing her very wet, pink pussy to peak out from between her slightly parted thighs. 

Leigh succeeded in undoing John's button and was about to start on his fly, when Steve craned his neck forward and pushed his face into Leigh's out thrust cunt. She moaned audibly and her head dropped forward as Steve started lapping away at her willing pussy like a man possessed... which he was. Her frame jerked forward and back with each full hard lick that ran up her cleft. Though the cunt licking made it hard for her to concentrate, John's fly had now come all the way down. 

Again, I don't think John realized that he let a stream of drool escape his lips as he watched Leigh, eager for his cock, push her hand down into the top of his underwear. He struggled to keep his eyes open as she took hold of his dick in his pants and pulled his underpants down with her other hand to watch his average sized dick spring free. John ran his hands down his face as he looked at his precum oozing dick wrapped in Leigh's soft warm hand. 

Leigh then started slowly masturbating him, sliding her hand up and down his engorged, glistening prick. He craned his head back, eyes closed, but then must have decided he wanted to watch this and moved his head forward again to watch this amazing thing... a beautiful teenage girl jerking him off. His grunts and groans were now audible amongst his heavy, gravelly breathing and Leigh smiled slyly... she was the one in control here.

After finishing one long lick that traveled up between the lips of Leigh's pussy, up over her pink little anus to leave the top of her bum, Steve noticed that Leigh was pulling (the very appreciative) John's cock. He stopped for a few seconds to watch John's enjoyment, obviously heightening his own. It took but a mere few seconds before Steve was not able to restrain himself any longer. Sitting back, Steve put his hands to his burgeoning pants where he started on his fly. 

Leigh was now jerking John's dick with enthusiasm, smiling her sexy little smile at him. He struggled to reciprocate her smile, due to his face twitching in spasms of pleasure. 

"Stop! Stop!" insisted John suddenly, "I can't hold it any fucking longer!" As he spoke the words his hand sped to stop Leigh's. He succeeded in stopping before blowing his load and took a few deep breaths to recover. Leigh giggled and then looked back to see Steve's fat dick just coming free of his pants. She smiled again and arched her back to offer her sweet round bum up to him.

Steve's eyes once more locked on Leigh's cunt and beautiful teen bum, knowing that he was once again about to experience the amazing pleasure found within. Leigh watched him shuffle up between her spread white socked feet on his knees and point his fat dick towards her waiting holes. But her head was suddenly turned by John's hand; he must have regained himself and was ready for more. With an animalistic look in his eyes, I saw John's big hand slide around the back of Leigh's head, grab a fistful of her tussled brown hair and pull her head down toward his quivering dick. She didn't resist and, as her face lowered, she opened her sweet full lips and I watched as John's cock passed between them.

"Oohhhhh! F fuck!" he exclaimed as he had his first experience of Leigh's soft, wet mouth. "Oh hhh hhohhh! You sweet little cunt!" he moaned and he pushed her head down so that her mouth was now overfull with cock. She gagged a little, but he was so lost in the delicious feelings running through him from Leigh's mouth and tongue that he seemed to have lost all regard for her. 




Spying on My Girlfriend... Ch. 03



"Mnh! Mnff! MFFF!!" she exclaimed as she choked and spluttered on John's cock, which he now began fucking up into her throat with determined thrusts.

"Ohh, fuck! Fffuuuuck!" he cried.

Suddenly her body jerked, and she exclaimed loudly, well, as loud as she could with her mouth stuffed with a cock. I then saw why. Steve was pushing his cock into her bum! Confirming that he was indeed an ass man (and Leigh's shapely ass is second to none), I watched as her anus yielded to Steve's fat prick as he eagerly pushed forward, seeking the tightness and warmth within. 

Leigh's fingers dug into the lounge and her body trembled and jerked as her teeny bum once again struggled to take the full thick length of Steve's driving cock. With John forcing her head to remain in one place as he brutally face fucked her, and with Steve's big dick forced all the way up her schoolgirl bum, I pulled on my cock like a man possessed. This was an amazing sight watching my eighteen year old dream girl being ravaged by her father's best friend and a fifty year old stranger. 

Steve started thrusting, hard jerking thrusts that shook Leigh's lithe body. Her tits swayed back and forth and her knees shifted as she struggled to maintain balance. "MFF! MFF! MMFF! MFF! MMMFF!" she repeated over and over as her face and ass were fucked simultaneously. 

The two men were grunting and swearing at her between ragged breaths. Steve and John were really getting into her, putting it to her, driving their cocks as far up into her as possible, drawing as much pleasure from her fuckholes as possible. I even saw Steve look over at John and smile wickedly; John, a knowing glint in his half closed, beady eyes, nodded. 

Leigh's ass cheeks rippled as Steve, his mouth dropping open as he experienced the ecstasy that Leigh's body was giving him, pumped into her, his brow glossy with sweat. John was holding Leigh's head still with his large hands and jerking his cock up into her mouth, which was dribbling a mixture of saliva and precum down over her chin and onto his balls. His face was reddened and his body shook as the thrills shot from his cock right through him. His breathing and grunting picked up and his brow furrowed as he glared down at the back of Leigh's head with the look of a wild animal. "MN! MNH! Fuck yes! You...little...teenage...cunt... HnnnmmnaaaaHHH!" he exclaimed as he roughly pulled Leigh's head up. 

Her mouth popped off his cock, which he grabbed just before he climaxed, bucking his hips as his cum shot up at her screwed up face. 

"OHHHH! F F F FUUUUCK!" he hollered as the first jet hit her square in the eye, but he held her jolting head in place and another load went up her nose, all over her cheeks and stuck to her lips. The third lot doused her hair, instantly matting it. As he came his whole frame shook, his face trembled and saliva flew from between his gritted teeth. 

With the subsiding of his orgasm, his grip of Leigh's head loosened and she slowly, dizzily lifted her cum painted face. But there was no word of complaint and she licked and wiped John's semen from her eyes and smooth cheeks while her body rocked from Steve's continued fucking of her ass. Steve had slowed while John came, but he now was picking up the pace again. 

John, basking in his post cum haze, was lazily kissing Leigh now and fondling her tits while Steve, his breathing picking up, gave her long hard thrusts. It was his turn, his turn to cum. 

Steve slapped Leigh's already reddened ass once, then took her by the hips and I watched, again close to coming myself, as his dick slid in and out of her young bum. His eyes twitched and his body trembled slightly as his shortened breath grew faster. 

John was kissing Leigh hard now, and his cock had started growing again already! I suppose that fucking delicious forbidden fruit will have that affect on a man. He was heavily groping her tits as I heard a yell. I looked to Steve to see him enter the throes of his climax. His teeth gritted and cords stood out from his neck, the overwhelming pleasure that shot through him from Leigh's tight asshole now rendering him speechless. It sounded like he was choking as he blew his cum into her bowels.

Leigh moaned muffled grunts into John's mouth, who was squeezing her tits as her body rocked under Steve's wilting thrusts. Spent, Steve's head dropped forward to rest on Leigh's sweating back, where he kissed and licked her smooth skin while slowly pulling back his hips to withdraw his long, fat dick from her ravaged asshole. It exited her bum with a pop and still half hard, it leaked the remains of his juice onto the couch cushion. 

That was it, I let loose again, my second load of cum joining the first lot as my orgasm took hold of me, sending me into the dizzying heights of the greatest pleasure people can experience. Now that the event was over (but not yet finished, I think), I realized how much my fucking knees were hurting and I shifted slowly to ease the pain. From my new position I looked through the window again.

Pulling back from kissing her, but still kneading her tits, John smiled slyly at Steve, who had lifted his head slightly, his red face sweating. 

Steve, naked below the waist, then collapsed back into the couch and took to regaining his breath. My luscious Leigh, clad only in her white socks, lowered her head onto John's legs, but not before she had tugged John's pants down below his knees. Slowly, softly, she now lazily lapped away at his hairy balls and hardening cock while she stretched her legs out over Steve's. Steve in turn, took to rubbing her legs and bum and for some minutes, the three of them just sat there in a daze, relishing all that had just happened.

A few more minutes passed, then Leigh, suddenly taking on a sullen and pouting expression, lifted herself up with her arms. With obviously feigned indignation she whined, "You bastards have both had your fun! Now if you're finished, I..." 

She was cut short as John roughly pushed her back down into the sofa. Simultaneously Steve's hand shot between her thighs, thighs that willingly parted, to find her receptive pussy. Groping her cunt Steve said brusquely, "Finished? We've only just started with you, my delicious little Leigh." 

Under Steve's renewed assault, she slowly ground her hips into the sofa as she slightly lifted her head from John's lap. She was slack jawed as she turned her head so that the two men couldn't see her face. A revealing smile then spread across my girlfriend's pretty face, a sultry, sluttish smile that said it all. 

Fuck the boy's night! Looks like I was staying here outside a window to see all that was going to happen. There goes my self imposed therapy!



Spying on My Girlfriend... Ch. 04



A perverted tale by Starman

© 2008

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I couldn't believe it... I had fallen asleep...

...and awoken to the sound of the neighbourhood birds chirping loudly in a tree above me. It was just before dawn, and as I gathered my thoughts it struck me where I was. Luckily it was dawn that woke me... not Steve, John or Leigh. I silently thanked her.

My cramped, reluctant limbs were like led as I ordered them to move as quickly and quietly as possible to see what, if anything, was going on inside. Slowly peering up over the lower ledge of the window I realized I had missed the second half of the show; the curtain had come down.

Leigh was nowhere to be seen and the tired, disheveled looking Steve and John were in the final stages of dressing, laughing to each other as they made lecherous comments about the night's proceedings. Realizing that the world would soon be lit up, I quickly swiped away the smashed jellyfish looking globs of cum I had left on the wall and slunk away, disappointed I had missed the lurid finale.

I was simply knackered and had to get home to grab some kip before returning for the bloody camping trip I had promised Leigh I would go on... I didn't know how I'd fare. The simple act of walking to my car was near enough to break me. I popped the door, slumped into the driver's seat and turned the key; the engine roared to life. Cars never get tired, so I could rely on it to get me home. All I'd have to do was sit and turn the wheel at the appropriate times.

An hour into my much needed and very deep sleep I was awoken to the sound of my cell ringing. As expected, it was Leigh, the little cock slut who had just spent the night at the sexual whim of two men whose combined ages break a century. To maintain my innocence I asked why she sounded so tired. Her answer was a lame one... she just couldn't sleep. I suppose it IS hard to sleep with two cocks pounding into your fuckholes. She asked if I could be around as soon as possible. Reluctantly I hauled my heavy limbs from the bed and proceeded to pack. It was well over an hour when I arrived back at Leigh's house on an unseasonably warm day.

Greg, her father, had returned that morning. Looking fresh and chipper, he shook my hand and then promptly thrust a suitcase into it - the first of many I was to load into the mini van he had hired. The van itself it was already near full, with the middle seats piled high as they were the easiest to throw things onto. The very back seat was the only one free (even the front passenger seat was concealed under a mountain of fishing gear).

Then she walked out, possibly even more sexy when tired. Her lovely hair was disheveled (would there still be traces of cum in it?), her make up free face sooky and cute and her dress instantly cock hardening. All my delicious little Leigh had on was a loose fitting, flaring, short floral summer dress that accentuated her girlish charms, namely her jutting tits, pert round ass and lithe tanned legs. She chose to wear no shoes, but her olive skin made her feet look so lickable. Instantly my cock stirred. Even knowing what a slut she was, she still managed to look so innocent and vulnerable. Shame I couldn't get a quick load off into her receptive pussy, but she was certainly in for it when we arrived at the camping spot.

Then emerged from the house a thin, weedy man, aged in his mid forties and dressed in a style that his mother would approve of (beige slacks and a sensible shirt). He had no chin to speak of, his eyes were weighed down by large bags, and his thinning hair was swiped across his scalp in a poor attempt to hide his baldness. His gait seemed a constant apology to all other men for never having done a day's exercise or hard work. "What a skinny little cunt," I snickered to myself as I watched this straw of a man make his way toward me, the edge of his mouth flickering in a nervous smile, his shaking, skeletal hand extended forth, just asking to be crushed by my youthful strength. I reserved my judgment however, and returned his grip with equal firmness. I'm not an asshole and he may just turn out to be a decent guy, maybe an hilarious guy, maybe the guy who saves my life were the van to crash...

And then he spoke. My bones jarred at the girlish tones emitted. "H hello there. I'm Terry. I'm new at Greg's work and to catch up on my responsibilities, I suggested to the boss that I spend the weekend together. The boss was pleased with my suggestion...not so sure Greg was though." Nice intro, dick.

Instantly, despite what the future may have held for us, I hated him. Rather I would die a painful death than live under the banner of being saved by Skeletor. I felt for poor fucking Greg having being lumped with this suck who had now ruined his weekend by having to work most of it away.

I nodded a quick greeting and returned to arranging the van, climbing in to secure the suitcases. Leigh approached and leaned in the side door in to hold up some gear while I moved some other stuff from under it. Though I was now in the rear seat of the van, through a gap I saw Terry catching a good eyeful of Leigh as she bent over, straining to push a few falling bags back in. "Christ, here we go again," I thought to myself as Terry scampered up beside Leigh like little puppy and giggled as he helped her. I saw her half smile, half grimace; she was thinking the same thing I was: "dweeb".

As Leigh pushed, I saw Terry stealing glances down her top, his ulterior motive thus revealed. I continued to stay as hidden as I could so geek boy could get aroused, because, of course, it aroused me. Leigh had now stepped up into the vehicle, while Terry had moved out of the van to be behind her. I saw him shoot a quick look in my direction, but couldn't see me looking at him through the pile of crap between us. He then looked back up toward Greg, who was turned the other way and intent on unwrapping some tangled fishing line. Feeling safe, Terry turned his attention back to Leigh well, her jutted out, barely concealed bum. With the speed of a rabbit, Terry bent forward and looked straight up Leigh's skirt! Instantly I saw his expression change to one of lust as his eyes went flat and mouth opened involuntarily. Having scored a good look at my girlfriend's ass, he reluctantly tore his view away to stand erect, in more ways than one; his perving had also given me the beginnings of a hard on.

I emerged from the back of the van and helped with the rest of the packing, watching Terry trying his heart out to catch glances up Leigh's skirt and down her rather loose top. However, I did note that as soon as a cheerful as could be expected Greg emerged from the house, Terry's clandestine efforts instantly desisted; being caught by your new workmate perving at his daughter would not be an ideal start to your working relationship, not make you real popular around the office. Greg announced that the van was packed and ready to go, though he also noted that his view from the rear view mirror was blocked. Dismissing it, he ordered everyone into the van.

With the very back seat the only option left, Terry slid in first (stating that he needed a window seat), then, like the gentlemen that Terry wasn't, I ushered Leigh in next (though she did throw me a dirty look for having forced her to sit next to dweeb boy), and finally I clamoured in. The back seat, though small, sat the three of us in relative comfort, but our view through the front was completely obscured by the pile of camping crap. Greg apologized for not having the foresight to hire a larger van, and then muted our mock complaints by kicking over the engine and revving the shit out of the buzzbox we all laughed. Terry's girly giggle made me want to break his jaw, but I figured that might put a dampener on things. Why did I hate him so much, so quickly?

The first hour of the trek past quickly, with all manner of driving games, songs, jokes, etc., easing the discomfort that was beginning to set in. I could see that Terry had conveniently placed his hand on his leg closest to Leigh and then had moved it around his leg bit by bit, allowing himself inconspicuous contact with her soft lower thigh. I let him have his cheap thrill. I could hardly get upset over that after the last three episodes of having guys fuck my teeny princess while I furiously pulled myself.

By well into the second hour everyone had grown quiet. The trip was now a chore and we all just wanted it to end. Leigh then placed her head on my shoulder and snuggled into me in preparation to drift off. I took the opportunity to sniff her hair: it had been washed. The droning of the wheels on the road, the rocking of the car and the surrounding countryside that seemed to loop like a cartoon backdrop soon made my eyes heavy; I too was succumbing to the lack of sleep. Soon my head lolled, came to rest softly against the window and I drifted off...

...I don't know what woke me, but that didn't matter so much as what I had awoken to. With my eyes having only half opened I could see Terry had angled his head and was trying to look down the top of Leigh's dress! Feeling a tingle in my balls, I pretended to sleep as I watched Terry lick his lips and swallow. A vein was throbbing in his temple and he moved his non existent jaw slightly as he ground his teeth. All this he did unconsciously, as he reveled in his secret little perv. I wondered how long this had been going on for. I noted that he would sporadically glance up at either Leigh or I, but the great majority of the time was spent drinking in my gorgeous girlfriend's sleeping, vulnerable form. He was looking her up and down slowly, taking in every single details of her beautiful teenage body. Then I saw the hand that was on his leg move... slowly he shifted the hand up, while hooking his little finger around the hem of Leigh's soft skirt...

Taking a deep, slightly shuddering breath, he checked both of us then returned his attention to Leigh's lower thigh. He swallowed, ran his tongue quickly over his thin lips... and then he began to slide her skirt up, bit by bit, torturously slowly, achieving in revealing just a little more of her round, tanned thigh with every shift of his hand. As I felt my erection begin to push against my jeans, Terry stopped to gather himself, took a few deep breaths and then continued. Leigh's skirt began to crumple as Terry pushed it up toward the swelling of the top of her leg. He blinked slowly a few times, took another deep breath and ever so gently, ever so slowly, took the hem of her skirt more fully in his hand and moved it back... just enough to reveal the frilled legband of her flowery pink cotton panties.

I glanced at Terry's face... it was priceless. The fucking perv, taking advantage of my sleeping girlfriend, now gazed in a trance, disbelieving that he was feasting his eyes on her knickers and the flawless skin of her hips. Dweeb boy was gutsy... or desperate; her boyfriend was (supposedly) asleep next to her and her fucking father was driving the car! Not content with what he had achieved, the quietly panting geek went for a little more. To be honest, I couldn't blame him...and, truly, what mortal man could stop himself in his position? I felt my balls churn as, following a quick glance to ensure we remained asleep, Terry slowly began to lift the hem that covered her crotch.

Quickly he sucked back a line of drool that threatened to escape his mouth and then bit his lip. Pulling back his breath, he laid his eyes upon Leigh's panty covered cunt. I swear he looked set to fucking cry with joy as he looked down upon the clearly discernable lips that were pressed tight against the straining cotton of her girly panties.

I'm sure he was in disbelief at what he was seeing, this delicious teenage girl's cunt, right there, but a short distance from his reddening face! Somehow I figured it a fair guess that he'd not seen a cunt he hadn't paid to see in an age, and now here was a free viewing of the finest pussy he was ever lucky enough to cast an eye upon. I noticed his eyes were bulging and his brow had begun to sweat profusely. And then I noticed something else, his other hand moved... towards his cock. Slowly he began to rub the front of his pants.

Soon he was really getting into it, pulling strange fucking faces that accentuated his ugliness as he quickly stimulated his rock hard cock while staring my sleeping Leigh's camel toe. Bolstered by either courage or lust (probably the latter), Terry, now (amazingly) unsatisfied with how far he had gotten, folded Leigh's skirt back on itself and removed his hand. The skirt stayed where it was. Then slowly, ever so slowly and gently, he moved his hand down toward the top of her panties!

Again he stopped to steady himself. Taking few deep breaths and squinting to push the sweat out of his eyes, his shaking hand moved that last half inch...to delicately take the top of her panties between his thumb and forefinger.

Still rubbing himself, Terry swallowed nervously, took another short respite to calm himself, and peering with the eyes of a hawk on his target, slowly, very, very slowly, pulled the top of Leigh's cotton panties forward. The geeky bastard then leaned slightly to the side to peer down the top. His eyes widened. He was looking at her cunt!

He swallowed, then swallowed again, and I'm sure he stopped breathing as his disbelieving eyes absorbed every detail of Leigh's pussy. This fucking geek must have had the hard-on of a lifetime! Here he was with a stunning teenage girl whose skirt he had pulled up and panties he had pulled out to be now peeking with great delight at her beautiful little pussy.

I'm sure it was minutes that passed as Terry continued with eyes agog to appreciate the sight before him. As he peered down the top of Leigh's panties, he continued to rub himself and his face twitched with both pleasure and the internal battle of whether to allow himself to cum in his pants or not.

Seeing that she had not stirred even in the slightest, Terry's confidence that she would (very hopefully) not wake seemed to grow. How did I know this? Because of the fact that the fingers he was not using to hold Leigh's panties out had begun to softly stroke the downy wisps of her pussy hair.

His teeth clenched and unclenched and his lips quivered as he had his first contact with the soft, warm, yielding flesh of my girlfriend's cunt. He rubbed himself with great vigour, seeming to not care how he would have to deal with the cum in his pants once we alighted the vehicle. But honestly, would any man care? Loving nothing more than to blow a load myself, I returned my attention to Terry's eager but cautious fingers. They had stopped the stroking of her fine hair... and now rested against the soft skin above her lips. Obviously unable to restrain himself, despite the consequences, he took his thumb and forefinger from the top of her panties. Slowly, shakily, he pushed his hand down!

Then he did something else. Slowly twisting his body and legs away from us as much as possible, I saw him stop rubbing the outside of his pants only to push his hand down inside them! Blinking slowly, his mouth involuntarily opened as his hand found his cock. As I watched, the material of his pants began to rise and fall.

His breathing became shallow, sounding like a distant machine gun as it shuddered in then out. His whole frame shook slightly as he got away with this amazing stunt. I looked back down to see the hand that was invading my girlfriend's panties to begin to push slowly, gently down again. His jaw shuddered and his eyes blinked erratically. I looked down to find out why: his hand had disappeared so far down Leigh's knickers that his fingers would be touching her sweet pussy lips!

With his body twisted away, the ugly cunt looked back down at his invading hand with pure lust across his face. He must have been just amazed at what he was doing! I saw the material of her knickers moving up and down slightly. He was playing with her clit!

The astounding gall of this prick, I thought, as I felt my balls set to explode! I saw his body jerk slightly and his chest shuddered as he wanked what would be a rock hard dick. This 45 year old geek was sweating and licking his lips, blinking and shaking, his breath laboured, as he played with my girl's delightful teen pussy.

Then, amazingly, I heard her breathing change slightly and the muscles of her back shift against me. She was getting turned on, which means Terry's fingers were getting wet. Slowly, with careful, measured strokes, Terry fingered his new workmate's sleeping daughter's cunt. Her breathing changed again and she let out a short, quiet moan, and then shouldered into me as she moved slightly to shift her hips forward.

Stunned by this, Terry closed his eyes to regain some semblance of control and opened them to recommence his molesting of the eighteen year old girl beside him.

"How's things back there?" broke in Greg.

I'm sure that was the closest Terry had ever been to a heart attack! Finding his voice he shakily answered "Oh...oh...w were fine. The kids are asleep, and I'm not far off myself."

Yeah, right, "Not far off cumming in his pants as he fingers your sleeping daughter's cunt", I felt like adding.

Terry's face turned slowly back toward us. His face went white. Leigh had awoken to catch him with his hand inside her panties!

Instantly I could see his mind being assaulted by images of his shattered life; of Leigh yelling out to her Dad; of me and Greg punching the shit out of him; of him losing his job; of his life being destroyed. He was set frozen, mouth wide open, eyes pleading; so paralyzed he hadn't even removed the trespassing hand. Leigh just looked at him, but as she was facing away from me her expression was hidden. Terry looked set to burst into tears as he slowly mouthed the words, "I'm sorry. Please. Please don't say anything. Pleeeeaaassse."

The shamed, terrified Terry then slowly began to withdraw his hand from her between her thighs. He was just about out of her panties when his finger must have touched something that caused her to shiver and let slip an involuntary moan. They both stopped, the frozen, expressionless Terry unsure what to do. He looked at Leigh without expression...and still unsure, still silently questioning her, he slowly pushed his hand back down.

Leigh quickly shook her head, commanding him silently to stop, but her body had betrayed her. She quivered again and her back arched so very slightly. That was all this ugly little prick needed. A dark look came to his eyes and a slight smirk appeared on his lips.




Spying on My Girlfriend... Ch. 04



But she wasn't giving up the pretension of not wanting this yet. With both hands she grasped Terry's thin, black haired wrist and attempted to pull his hand out her knickers. He resisted, and as a little show of effort crept into his lust filled expression, he pushed back down and I watched his fingers recommence working away inside her panties.

If she really wanted this to stop, she only had to yell out. Instead, her grip slackened on his wrist and now she just held onto his arm like a brace.

Terry was in fucking heaven, stunned that this little teen hottie was letting him feel her cunt. His eyes shifted between watching her gorgeous face scrunch up (as I knew it to do) and his hand between her soft teenage thighs. Leigh shifted slightly to move her hips forward in order to push her cunt his against his hand, and then laid her head back against me, totally giving herself up to Terry.

His face was pure bliss, he looked both drunk and wired and I knew he now didn't want this journey to end. With Leigh's capitulation, Terry's confidence quickly grew. He took his hand from within his pants and slowly undid his fly! I figured that he was bursting to cum, but this was just insane.

Leigh saw this and seemed to wake from her cloud of lust to stiffen. She too knew this was madness. Shaking her head vigorously, she waved her hands to signal "No!" But, how could a man such as Terry, presented with this situation, possibly acquiesce? The rational man had left Terry; the animal had taken over.

Ignoring my girlfriend's pleas, Terry fumbled with his pants...and then it appeared, his throbbing, precum covered cock. It wasn't big by any means, and it was thin, but to call it small would be lying. Terry looked to Leigh, who had withdrawn from him as much as possible, and then shot a glance down at his cock and quickly back up at her again, hinting for her to do something, anything. Leigh had pulled her hands up to her chest, but with his other hand still down her pants stimulating her, he knew he still had a chance.

Reaching across, Terry took hold of Leigh's closest wrist, and firing a quick glance to me, began to pull her hand toward his quivering, glistening dick. I could feel her muscles flex as she resisted, but, bit by bit, he was winning the fight. Soon, though it was clenched into a fist, her hand, albeit the back of it, made its first contact with his cock! Immediately he shuddered, probably more overwhelmed by the fact that this gorgeous teen was touching his dick than any sexual sensation he was experiencing.

With a grimace of effort he began rubbing her hand up and down the shaft while working away inside her panties to keep her level of stimulation high as possible as a guard against her stopping this whole thing. I felt her begin to relax again, then move in slight jerks and quivers... his fingers were doing their work. Then something else happened... she opened her hand.

Terry's jaw dropped and his eyes went flat as he watched her soft feminine hand slowly wrap around his turgid dick. He blinked, visibly shook, did all he could to repress a groan and then threw his head back as his workmate's teenage daughter began to slowly wank him. I watched with utter amazement, my own cock so painful, begging for what Terry was getting. My pants were full of precum, my lust barely containable.

Terry's head leaned forward again, his brow knitted tight, his jaw shaking, his eyes half closed as he reveled in the pleasure shooting through him from my girlfriend's slow pumping of his straining cock. I could see that he wouldn't last long, the build up to this moment having primed him till bursting point. But with his cock out of his pants, he would make a mess everywhere with no way of concealing what had happened. He must have been thinking the same thing, as I watched him lift a shaking arm. His hand moved toward Leigh and then took hold of the back of her head...

Leigh was beyond fighting now. Without the slightest resistance, she let her head be pulled down toward Terry's crotch. As she peeled away from me, I saw Terry's look of astonishment as he watched this unfold, watched this gorgeous teenage girl's mouth make its way toward his cock. And then it happened... she opened her mouth and allowed this ugly 45 year old geek's cock to slide in between her soft, full lips. I nearly blew my load.

If Terry had any unknown heart problems, they would have surfaced there and then. I had never known a man's face could scrunch up so much, nor eyes roll so far back in a man's head as he experienced the sublime pleasure of my girlfriend's wet, willing mouth.

Poor Greg, the man was oblivious to the fact that in the back seat of the very car he was driving, his teenage daughter's mouth was stuffed full with the cock of his new work associate. For some reason the thought gave me an incredible thrill. I think the thrill was increased by the fact that I hated this guy, that he was such a cretin, such a weak little cunt; but despite all that, he had coerced my gorgeous teen girlfriend into sucking him off.

Terry had now taken a handful of Leigh's hair and was scrunching it hard as her head moved up and down over his crotch. His body trembled and he did all he could to stifle his groans, but they came, croaking out of his tightened throat. The prick still had his hand under the folded Leigh, still had his fingers doing whatever they were doing to her. But I think that action was more automatic than anything as he looked down at the back of Leigh's bobbing head, overwhelmed by the incredible pleasure his cock was finding buried in her talented sucking mouth.

I was amazed he had lasted so long, but my amazement was short lived. He swallowed endlessly, trying to hold back the groans. He shook and shifted, he blinked and his eyes rolled. And then, suddenly, his whole body jerked and he clenched his teeth as he pushed Leigh's head down, oblivious to her muffled protests. He was cumming, cumming hard, and I swear it was the toughest battle he'd ever known not to scream out in joy as he pumped his dick up into her teenage mouth and shot his geek cum down her throat. It must have been an age since he'd let such a load go as Leigh choked slightly and let out a little cough.

"Everything okay back there?" sounded Greg from the front.

This interruption to his ecstasy forced Terry to quickly come down from his mind blowing orgasm, but he was incapable of speech. Instead, he was saved by Leigh, who, while wiping her mouth, saved Terry with a sweet voice that belied her slutty ways, "Yes, Dad...I'm sure everyone's fine back here. But I need to stop for a drink."

Any wonder?