Author: Dayvid Notellin ([email protected])
Title: Neighborhood Watch
Part: Part 1
Summary: Crime in our neighborhood was
virtually non-existent.� That was largely
because of our active Neighborhood Watch.�
Not only was it a great way to prevent crime, but it was also a great
way to get to know my neighbors better.�
As it turned out, I got to know some of them very well indeed.
Keywords: MF, mast, MFM, voy, exhib,
cons, rom, slow, ap, ageplay, roleplay
Date: 12/12/2014
As a confirmed bachelor, I didn't really have
much excuse to meet my neighbors, other than the occasional parties, of
course.� We had a few block parties, and
some pool-parties.� And of course, there
were the expected Christmas parties.� But
really, how well can you get to know people when you only see them at
infrequent parties?� So when Charlie, the
cop who lived down the street, started a Neighborhood Watch, I figured the
monthly meetings would be a good way to get to know my neighbors better.� Boy was I ever right!
The Watch Meetings were monthly, and after a
few of them, I got to know most of my neighbors - some just to recognize,
others somewhat better.� Since most
single men don't buy nice houses in nice neighborhoods, I was the only single
man around.� Consequently, most of the
wives had some reservations about their man-folk hanging out with me.� And of course it was only natural that some
of the women tried to set me up on dates with their friends.� I went on a few, but nothing much ever
evolved from that.
Since I didn't have a family, and since I
have a pretty lax schedule, what with me being an independent consultant and
all, it was a no-brainer to volunteer for some of the patrols.� These consisted basically of maintaining a
"presence" by walking around the neighborhood for a couple hours
every week or two.� The schedule varied
by who could do it (and was willing to do it) and when.� Since I enjoy evening walks anyway, I
volunteered for a couple hours every Thursday night.
THE INCIDENT - Rick gets an unexpected peek.
A couple of months into the routine, I was
out on my patrol one night when about eight-thirty, I got a call on my cell
from Dough's wife, Linda.� She sounded
worried and said she'd seen something outside her bedroom window, and she asked
if I'd be willing to take a look.� That
time of year it was a couple hours after sunset, so she couldn�t be sure, but
someone could be lurking.� Since Doug was
out of town on one of his frequent business trips, she was home alone, and
didn't want to risk it.�
I wasn't far from their house, so I told her
I would swing by.� I then called the
Charlie to let him know.� He said he'd be
along in about fifteen minutes, and not to take any chances.� I promised I wouldn't, and would call him
back whether I found anything or not.
As it turned out, it was just a plastic bag
that'd gotten caught in a tree around the side of the house, where the shadows
from the street lights made things particularly murky.� I tugged it free, then called Charlie and let
him know.
When I called Linda back to let her know, I
found that she was actually watching me from her bedroom window.� I couldn't tell, since she'd had the lights
off "just in case".� When I
explained about the bag, she thanked me, the relief clear in her voice, and
turned her bedroom lights back on.� That
caught my eye of course, and I turned to look, accidently getting an eye-full!� Linda had apparently been getting ready for
bed when she caught the motion in the dark through the window, and was still in
her bra and panties.
Her body was amazing.� At about 25, with a slim build, slight chest
and hips, and long blond hair, she would easily have been model material if
she'd been taller.� As it was, she was
too petite for that sort of work.�
Personally though, I thought she was breath-catching, and I must've said
something to that effect over the phone, because her next words were a giggle
and a "Thank you."
Did I mention she was married?� Her husband Doug was a nice guy, and a
friend, and I sure as hell didn't want an "incident", so I averted my
gaze as soon as I realized I was staring.�
I must have jerked my head comically because Linda giggled again.� Apparently she was so relieved that she
wasn't being stalked or anything that she must've been a bit giddy.� Understandable.� What she wasn't though, was shy.� She didn't immediately cover herself up like
most women did when caught nearly-naked.�
I was actually a little embarrassed - mostly because I was uncomfortably
aware of the tingling in my pants at the brief glimpse of her near-nude
body.� Like I said, Doug was a friend.
"Well anyway, you're all safe now
Linda," I said, as a prequel to hanging up the phone.
"Thank you Rick, I really, REALLY
appreciate you ... looking things over."�
But the way she said it made my mind race.� I had talked with Doug plenty of times, and
knew they had a pretty happy marriage, so obviously it was all in my head.� Still, I wasn't going to let a possible flirt
go unanswered.
"Entirely my pleasure Linda," I
answered, letting my voice carry the wink.�
She got it and giggled again, so I went on.� "Any time you want me to look things
over, I'll be happy to lend an eye.� Good
night."
Now that should have been the end of it.� But there was something about catching a
glimpse of her body illicitly that just made my balls tingle.� And what's more, Linda didn't seem to mind.� In fact, she seemed to want to flirt.� And she still had the light on, even though
she knew I was outside and could see her.
So naturally I took another look - I mean,
who wouldn't?
She was still there in her bedroom all right,
just as nearly-nude in the soft light from the bedside lamp.� She was preparing the bed, which meant some
bending and stretching as she pulled down the bedcover and arranged the
pillows.� The way her back was arched
made her small-but-curvy ass jut out, and her movements were gracefully erotic,
nearly dance-like, which made my pulse pound.�
I didn't realize I was staring again until
she looked over her shoulder at me and our eyes met.� There could be no question I was ogling
her.� I should have been half-way down
the block by now.� But to my surprise,
she only smiled at me.� Then she did
something that really fired my imagination.�
She shook her behind - intentionally, mind you - then stood up and
walked to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
All the way home, my mind was racing.� Had she shown off for me intentionally?� Hell yes, she had!� There was no doubt!� My logic center told me she was probably just
relieved, and perhaps it was just her way of paying me back for going out of my
way on her behalf.� But what if it was
more than that?� No, I wasn't thinking of
cheating with her on Doug, but I did know that some women like being looked
at.� Maybe she was one of them.� The possibility kept my pulse racing until I
got home and relieved myself, visions of her sweet young body dancing in my
mind.
THE INVITATION - Doug invites Rick to watch his wife.
Nothing else happened for a few weeks.� Doug was back, and I strove to put it out of
my mind.� Like I said, he was a
friend.� But after the next Neighborhood
Watch meeting, he took me aside and asked if I'd like to go have a cup of
coffee with him.� I hadn't seen him in a
while, so it seemed like a good idea to catch up.
At the shop, we chatted idly as our coffee
was poured and we bantered with the waitress a bit.� I told him how my latest project was going,
and he told me about the trip he'd just gotten back from.� It was just the regular stuff, but I got the
impression there was something on his mind.�
So like a good friend, I waited until he could get it out.� Finally, he broached the subject on his mind.
"I wanted to thank you for going out of
your way to check the yard a few weeks ago.�
Whenever I'm out of town, Linda gets a little skittish."
"No worries mate," I replied,
hoping to disengage from this conversation quickly.� Being reminded of the event had made my pulse
quicken.
But he didn't let me go that easy.� "Well, it was still nice of you."
I tried to laugh it off.� "Well what's the point of having a
Neighborhood Watch if you can't rely on your neighbors to ... uh...
watch."� My cheeks burned.� That had most decidedly not come out the way
I'd intended.
Doug laughed good-naturedly and clapped me on
the back.� "True dat," he said,
his voice drifting off.� "And she's
really one to watch.� I love watching her
when she's in one of her show-off moods."
Now he had my attention.� "Uh, show-off moods?" I encouraged,
hoping he'd say more without trying to sound TOO interested.
"Oh yeah," he continued, amiably
enough.� "Linda's a bit of a
show-off, if you know what I mean."�
He winked to make sure I knew what he meant.� "In fact..." he looked around to
make sure nobody was nearby.� "Can
you keep a secret?"
Hell, if it was the type of secret I hoped it
was, I'd carry it to my grave!� Still, it
wouldn't do to appear too eager, so I shrugged.�
"Of course I can.� Why?"
"Well," he said conspiratorially,
lowering his voice.� "The truth is
that that's how we met.� You see, Linda
used to be a stripper."
I was lucky I didn't bruise my jaw, because
I'm pretty sure it hit the floor.� Doug
examined my expression, apparently glad to find no disapproval there - it
seemed like he'd been wanting to share this tidbit with a friend he could
trust, because he went on eagerly.
"No really, it's true.� I saw her at a club one night, shaking her
booty and fell head over heels in love with her."� He paused.�
"Well, in lust with her anyway. �The love probably didn't come till I got to
know her a bit."� He grinned
sheepishly.� "Do you have any idea
how hard it is to meet a girl at a strip club?"
I shook my head.� I'm sure it was near-impossible.
"Well, I was smitten, and went back the
next evening, and the next, and the next.�
It wasn't one of those all-nude clubs or anything, it was fairly
classy.� Which also means it was
expensive.� But I just couldn't help
it.� She was just so fucking
hot!"� He looked at me expectantly.
It took me a second, but finally I agreed,
nodding.� "She is a beautiful
woman," I said, my throat a bit dry.
"Heh.�
If you think she's hot now, you should have seen her at eighteen!� Can you believe she was working in that club
while she was still in high school?"�
He didn't wait for a reply; probably afraid I'd call him a pervert.� Instead, he pushed on with his story.� "Anyway, it didn't take long before she
noticed me, and when she realized I had eyes only for her, I guess she took it
as a compliment.� She'd even flirt with
me a bit while she danced.� She couldn't
serve drinks or I'd have been able to actually chat her up a bit at least.� Thank goodness she made the move
though."
"Oh?�
How so?"� I was seriously
intrigued.
"Well, one night while I was sipping
soda and watching her hot little body, she sort of nodded in the direction of
the restroom.� I wasn't sure, but of
course, I went anyway!"� He grinned.� "Anyway, when she finished her dance, I
went over to that hallway, and she came into it from the back.� She didn't even pause.� She just walked up to me and said, 'I'm off
at ten if you want to get coffee.'"
"No fucking way!" I said.
"Way!" He retorted.� "Anyway, it was all I needed.� We met for coffee, and as they say, the rest
is history."
"That's so fucking cool Doug!" I
said, clapping him on the back.�
"Well done old man!"
He grinned proudly and we sat for a while,
sipping our coffee in companionable silence and relishing the story a bet
before he went on.
"Yeah, she's a hottie.� And she loves to be watched.� In fact, that's why she danced.� Not because she needed the money, but because
she loved the attention."� He
grinned at me in a decidedly lewd fashion.�
"In fact, she still gives me private shows - only they're full-nude
now!"
"Lucky bastard!" I said
enviously.� Out of respect for my friend,
I tried to ignore the swelling in my pants caused by the thought of that lovely
young lady strutting her stuff for his entertainment, though it sounded like
she got something out of it as well.
"Indeed I am," he agreed.� "Whenever she puts on a show for me,
she's a wildcat in the sack afterwards."�
He paused to let that sink in, then continued.� "Only that's not all.� Pretty much whenever anyone pays attention to
her she gets all worked up.� Surely you
must have noticed her perpetually hard nipples at the Thompson's pool-party
last June!"� I had, but didn't let
on.� "Anyway, that's actually one of
our favorite foreplays.� I'll take her
out, with her dressed to the nines, and let the guys ogle her a while.� Then I'll take her home, and ... well, half
the time we don't make it home before she's working on me!"
"No shit.� Damn!"�
There was a hard lump in my pants, and while I was keenly interested in
hearing more, I didn't want to seem too eager to hear about my friend's
wife.� Still, I had to ask.� "Does she get ... you know, really
worked up?"
He laughed.�
"I believe you mean, is she wet down below when I get her
home.� The answer is yes.� Soaked.�
When I say she loves being to be looked at that way, I mean it.� She can totally get off on it.� Hell, sometimes I just watch and let her play
with herself!"
"Fu-uck!" I exclaimed with
feeling.� I've always enjoyed watching
women, but watching them masturbate was a particular pleasure of mine.� I believe my eyes may have glazed over
imagining Linda touching herself.
There was a pause before Doug continued,
"Which brings me to the point."
"What point?" I asked, shaking my
head to clear it out.� His change of
subject had thrown me.� Then it dawned on
me.� Either he was pissed I'd caught a
glimpse, or he was okay with it.� Judging
by his look, it was the latter.
"Well the other week, when I was out of
town, I hear you got a little peek."
I prepared to defend myself, but it wasn't
needed.� When he saw my back stiffen, he went
on quickly.� "No, no, I'm not
mad.� In fact, just the opposite.� I wanted to let you know that she called me
later and told me all about it.� We had a
nice bit of phone-sex.� She was really
turned on by you seeing her through the bedroom window.� I suspect," he winked, "that you
may have uncovered one of her secret fantasies."
"Wow Doug," I hedged, "I don't
know what to say!"
"Oh, you don't have to say
anything.� I just want to know if you
liked what you saw."
Again, I wasn't sure how to reply.� If I said I did, some guys would get
pissed.� On the other hand, if I said I
didn't, not only would it be a lie, but it'd be an insult.� After all, he'd told me she liked being looked
at for a reason.� So I took the chance.
"I really did Doug.� She's a very beautiful girl."
"Sexy," he said, matter-of-factly.
"Sexy." I agreed.
He grinned happily.� "I'm glad.� And I hope you got something out of it."
That confused me.� "Well yeah, I got a very nice
glimpse�"
"That's all?" he coaxed.
I was getting a little uncomfortable with
this line of questioning.� "Well
what else would I get?" I asked.
He shrugged.�
"Well, I don't know about you, but what I get when I see a sexy
girl mostly naked like that, what I get is� off!"� He grinned at me hopefully.
Now I got it.�
He was hoping he'd be able to tell his wife I'd gotten off after seeing
her so he could take that news home to her and have one hell of a bang
session.� After all, if she got off on
being looked at, how much more excited would she get knowing guys were getting
off over her?� So I let him have his
present for her, though I spoke slowly, cautiously, watching his face for any
sign of disapproval.� There was none.� He loved hearing it.
"Well to be honest Doug, seeing her in
the window like that - it did get me excited.�
In fact, when I got home, I rubbed one out thinking about it - about
her."
"Excellent!" he said happily.� "If you don't mind, I'd like to tell her
so.� I'm sure she'll love hearing
it!"� He laughed.� "She's gonna be gushing tonight, for sure!"� He clapped me on the back again, as if I'd
given him some sort of gift for ogling his wife.� I supposed I had, and to be fair, the idea of
her getting excited over me whacking off kinda appealed to me.
"Okay man," Doug said, "I
gotta get home and tell her this.� Shit,
I'm already rock hard thinking about the fuck she's gonna give me!� Thank you very much!"� He was sincere.� For my part, I was already planning to go
home and have a nice little jack-off session thinking about them going at it
like bunnies.� That was, until he dropped
the bombshell.
"By the way," he said, "I know
you're cool, and in a bit, she's going to know it too.� So�" he paused for effect, "So it's
cool with us if you want to peek at her again.�
In fact, she'd like it - a lot.� And
so would I.� I love that she's so sexy
she gets men off!"
I couldn't help it, I laughed.� "You're a fucking pervert!"
"Oh, you have no idea!"� His eyes twinkled playfully.� "And I'm not the only one.� If you REALLY want to see a show, let her catch
you jacking off while you watch her!"
He laughed at my expression.� Should I deny I wanted to?� Because at that moment, there was nothing I
wanted more!� Letting the eyes of a pretty
little lady like that ogle my cock as I stroked it was very appealing, and my
cock surged at the thought.
"Just make sure you don't spray the
house where I'll have to wash it off," he said, laughing as he turned to
go.
CONFIRMATION CALL - Doug calls to confirm his approval.
My next patrol night I chickened out, not
even going near their house.� I guess it
just seemed too good to be true, or maybe I was afraid they'd changed their
minds
The day following my patrol, Doug called
me.� "You okay man?"
"Uh, sure.� I'm fine," I replied.� Part of me just knew this couldn't be real.
"I was just wondering.� Linda really missed you last night.� After I told her about our little talk, she
was all ready to give you a good show - and hoping you'd give her one
too."
"Oh.�
Ah.� I wasn't sure�" I
hedged.�
"No worries mate," he said.� "No pressure ever.� If you don't want to, that's cool."
"Oh I do!" I exclaimed, far more
eagerly than I'd intended.
There was another voice on the line.� A soft, female voice.� "You do what?" Linda said.
I gulped.�
My cock was swelling rapidly.� Was
I really going to admit to her my perverse desire to see her nearly-naked body
again?� "I want to see you
Linda" I said, my throat dry.
She giggled.�
"That's wonderful!� You know
Doug says it's okay if I give you a full show.�
Would you like that?"
"Oh my God," I whispered.� My cock was aching as it strove to push
itself straight through my pants.
"Does that mean you want to ogle my
wife's naked body?" Doug asked.�
There was a huskiness to his voice.
"Fuck yes," I replied.� I squeezed my cock through my pants and
couldn't help the little moan that escaped.
On the phone there was an answering
moan.� A female moan.� Then some fumbling noises.� Then finally, Doug's voice again.� "Dude, I gotta go.� Linda needs it bad.� She thinks your whacking off, and she's
grabbing for my cock.� I sure hope you
watch next time; she really wants to show you her body!"
With that, the phone went dead.� My cock was in my hand in an instant, and
exploding only moments later.
FIRST VIEWING - Rick watches as Linda shows off.
The thought of watching Linda haunted me all
week.� I had dreams about it, and I beat
off more than once thinking about it.� I
couldn't wait until my next patrol night, and I planned out where I would watch
from.� I made sure there was a hand towel
in the pocket of my long coat.
Finally, Thursday arrived.� I took my normal walk, but found I was
walking faster than usual.� I forced
myself to slow down, as I wanted to arrive at Linda's about mid-way through.� That would make it plenty dark, and give me
time to see her in all her glory.� The
time dragged on, and I was more than half erect the entire walk.� It was actually getting uncomfortable, but I
persevered, and finally, there was their house, and there was the dark space
between her bedroom and the neighbor's house, deep with shadows, beckoning me.
I looked around to make sure I was
unobserved, and slipped into the darkness beside the tree.� Would she be there?� She was!�
Linda had apparently been keeping an eye out for me, because after I got
into position, she clicked the light on beside her bed and looked directly at
where I was hiding with a mischievous smile.
Linda was dressed in a plain white robe that
left everything to the imagination.� That
is, I couldn't see anything but her face and hands.� However, I did notice that she'd put on a bit
of makeup and had done her hair up in one of those styles that looks natural -
which means it probably took a lot of work.�
I smiled and waved at her, not sure if she could actually see me - but I
knew when she waved back.
She puttered around for a bit, and I found a
rock large enough to sit on, on the opposite side of the shrubbery, so that I
would be completely hidden from the street.�
The next time she looked out, she hesitated, then saw me and gave me a
"thumbs up" and a smile.� Then
she reached over and did something with some sort of device, and suddenly I
could faintly hear music through the closed window.� That late it was so quiet outside that it
didn't need to be loud for me to hear it.
The music was a thrumming, club sort of
beat.� Not my sort of thing for listening
to, but it was soon apparent that she didn't put it on for listening - she
began to dance to it.� It wasn't much at
first, just swaying as she went about the room, fiddling with this and
twiddling with that.� Apparently she was
"setting the stage" in pretending she was just a girl alone at home,
getting ready for bed.� But her movements
gradually became more rhythmic, her hips swaying alluringly.� She really was a graceful creature, and it
was evident that she'd done a fair amount of dancing.� Had I not known from Doug that she'd been a
stripper, I would have guessed ballet.�
Hell, for that matter, maybe she actually did have some ballet training.
She was so smooth and graceful in fact, that
I didn't realize she'd untied the robe until, in a twirling movement, it opened
and I got a brief glimpse within before her back was to me again.� It was so quick that I wasn't even sure what
she was wearing, other than that it was very pale pink, lacy, sheer, and mostly
transparent.� She looked over her
shoulder at me, and I gave her a "thumbs up" back, which made her
eyes twinkle as she grinned mischievously.
The while was a bit of a blur, and I lost
track of time.� Linda danced and stripped
for me, slowly, teasingly, ever-so-gradually letting me see more of her outfit,
and her body, as she doffed the robe bit by bit.� I never knew a robe could be taken off so
slowly, so enticingly.� But I was sure as
hell enjoying it.� I was getting my very
own strip show by a very sexy girl who was obviously enjoying it.� It was the stuff of dreams.� And so was she.� By the time she was down to the actual outfit
- a pale pink and white babydoll, with the bra and panties pale pink with white
lace trim, and the rest so nearly transparent as to make it appear at first
that she was in a bikini.� It was
actually quite fetching, and I noted that the makeup she'd donned was set to
pink tones as well, which went wonderfully well with her light hair and pale
skin.
Once I'd gotten a good look at her, I noticed
something that made my stiff erection surge.�
The top of her outfit was not only pale pink, it was also translucent -
just enough that I could see the darker circles of her areolae!
That was it.�
I was in pain below the belt line.�
If I didn't let my monster out, it was going to be permanently
bent!� So I continued watching the lovely
girl's gentle dance-like movements as I reached down and unzipped my fly.
To my dismay, Linda stopped suddenly.� She was peering through the window as if
trying to see me, and I wondered if I'd gone too far.� I froze.�
But she gestured for me to continue, and the smile on her face only grew
bigger as I resumed tugging at my zipper.
All pretense of "innocent dancing"
was gone as she peered out at me.� She
stood in clear view, and one hand rose to her breast, where her delicate
fingers began to trace the evident contours of her erect nipples.� The girl was touching herself, knowing I was
watching and getting ready to touch myself! �How fucking hot was that?� But I didn't want to rush things - obviously
this was a girl who really appreciated the spice of the tease, so I merely
slipped my hand inside my zipper and adjusted myself so that my cock could
straighten up, but not actually exposing myself to her.� Then I just mimicked the way she was touching
her nipples by lightly caressing the visible front of my shorts, making it
clear that I was lightly caressing my cock for her.
Her smile grew broader, and she nodded her
approval.� As we watched me, her fingers
worked her nipples more firmly, pulling and squeezing them through the
fabric.� I could see her breathing
increase as her arousal grew, so I wasn't too surprised when she unclasped the
front of her bra and gracefully (but quickly) bared her breasts to me, one at a
time, before slipping the top part off completely and standing only in her
panties in the window.
Her breasts were every bit as beautiful as
I'd imagined.� High and firm, not very
big, but very beautiful, and capped by puffy areolae of a darker pink, which
were in turn capped by two large, engorged nipples which were even darker
pink.� That was probably because her
fingers were working them - not just the nipples, but those were getting the
lion's share of the squeezing and stretching as this aroused young lady played
with them - not fifteen feet in front of her personal Peeping Tom.
The way she was working her breasts convinced
me that she was one of those ladies who really enjoyed breast play, and judging
by the way she was panting and flushing, she might even be able to achieve
climax that way.� And that thought made
my eyes drop to her panties.� Yes, there
was the darker color where she was leaking.�
She was definitely soaking them!�
Doug had been correct, his wife really did get off on being watched!
My own arousal was beyond control now, and I
eased my shorts down enough to let my cock out.�
No sooner had it felt the kiss of the cool night air, than Linda moaned
loud enough to hear over the music and her body began to shake.� Her hands never left her breasts as her back
arched and her legs stiffened while her climax overcame her.� To my surprise though, her eyes never closed
- they remained riveted on me.� Not on my
cock though - this girl was making eye contact with me as she came!� That was fucking hot!
Our eyes remained locked through her climax,
until her gasping breath and shuddering body calmed.� Her pale skin was flushed, breasts deeper
pink, and I swear there was a look of gratitude on her face, as if I'd gotten
her off instead of her own fingers.� That
was fine with me.� If knowing I was
stroking myself got this beautiful lady off, I was only too happy to oblige, as
was obvious by the firmness of my erection as I stroked it with slow,
deliberate motions.� But I was curious -
Doug had said she got soaked�
My eyes travelled down to those pale pink
panties once more, only to find that she'd clenched her legs firmly together in
her climax.� I looked back up to her
face, and the girl was actually blushing - deeply!� She'd seen where I was looking, and seemed
embarrassed.� Then I got it.� The girl was afraid I was one of those guys
who didn't appreciate a really wet girl.
I looked at her sternly, then using my
fingers, I spread them, indicating she should spread her legs so I might
see.� She hesitated, but the look on my
face told her I would like what I saw � and did I ever!� As her legs opened, I saw that her panties
were, quite literally, soaked.� So much
so that there were gleams from the juices coating her inner thighs, and slow
drops of liquid falling from the gusset itself.
I grinned hugely, and her face expressed her
relief in knowing I not only approved of her climax, but I approved of her
wetness.� If she only knew how much I'd
love for that sweet pussy to be drooling her juices into my open mouth!
The thought was all I could take, and my hand
sped up of its own accord, stroking my long-suffering cock.� Her eyes widened with delight as she saw me
stroking, and one hand slid down to rub the wet fabric against her pussy.� We were getting off together, the lovely
young exhibitionist and her pervy watcher.�
It was insane.� It was
intense.� And I exploded with a geyser of
cum that easily travelled half the distance to the house!� Linda again too, and I could see the droplets
flying from her rapidly moving and very soaked panties as she rubbed her pussy
frantically.� It seemed to me that we
were in sync, with my cum jetting out in time with her own convulsions of pleasure.
I have no idea how long I sat there, cock in
hand, panting like a dog, staring at the sexy young lady, delighted as she did
likewise.� I only know that eventually,
she came to, blew me a kiss, and pulled the curtains closed.
Somehow I managed to get out my towel and
wipe myself clean, then stuff it back inside my pants - despite the fact that
the damned thing didn't want to deflate like it usually did after a good
cum.� In fact, it stayed hard all the way
home.� So when I got there, I pulled off another
mind blowing climax from the memory of her nearly-naked body cumming in the
window.� And then again, first thing in
the morning, as I woke with that image clear in my mind.
DOUG'S GIFT - Doug visits Rick, bringing a gift.� They make a little video.� Rick discovers their other secret.
Doug came by the day after he got back, and
the smile on his face told me everything was cool.� I invited him in, and after he entered and
the door closed, he proceeded to give me a huge hug, which took me completely by
surprise.� We went into the living room
to talk.
"Dude!�
You totally made my day!� Linda is
totally jazzed about finding a guy who's willing to stroke himself while
watching her!� She really does miss that
about stripping."
"What?�
You can't do that in a strip club!" I objected.
"No, no.�
Of course not."� He grinned
and punched me in the arm.� "But you
and I both know that some guys rub themselves off in their pants - and Linda
always knew.� Made her wet as hell!� Oh, speaking of which�� She said you weren't put off by seeing how
wet she gets.� True?"
"What kind of idiot wouldn't love to see
that?" I said, with feeling.
"Oh, you'd be surprised.� Guys are generally a lot more prudish than
women.� Linda says that really only about
one in four really like a wet one, and even fewer like a gusher."
My eyes widened.� "She's a gusher?� Oh my God, that's SO fucking hot!� You lucky bastard!"� It was my turn to punch him in the arm, and
I'm afraid I did it a bit harder than was warranted.� But he took it in good humor.
"Yeah huh?� You like that too?� Tell ya what.�
Now that she knows you're that type, maybe she'll show you.� One thing though.� Linda keeps herself completely bare down
there.� So if you're a hairy-muff kinda
guy�"
"God no!�
I love 'em baby-smooth!� Naked
pussy is the best pussy!"
"Righteous!" he grinned.� "I insist she keeps it hairless because
I just looove eating her pussy, and I don't want hair in the way."
"Totally with you there Doug." I
agreed.
"Ah, so you like eating pussy too?"
"Ab-so-fuckin'-lutely I do!" I
exclaimed.
"And how about wet panties?" he
asked, with a strange look.
"Well, I like how panties look, but I
prefer fresh pussy.� A lot!"
He laughed.�
"I can't disagree with that.�
So I guess you don't want these."�
He pulled a pair of panties from his pocket.
I just stared.
"Linda thought you might like them.
They're not the ones she was wearing the other night though.� In fact, on my advice, she put these on fresh
this morning, then masturbated with them, getting them nice and wet.� That was less than an hour ago�"
I snatched them out of his hand as he
laughed.� Instantly I had them against my
face, inhaling her sweet scent, which was every bit as lovely as I'd
dreamed.� Just as instantly, I was hard
as a rock.
"Uh Doug?� Can you excuse me?� I gotta � take care of something."
"Gonna rub one out while sniffing my
wife's panties?"
My ears burned, but it was pointless to
lie.� "Do you mind?"
"Of course not," he said.� "But if you're game, I have another
idea.� Would you mind if I recorded you
whacking off to her panties?� You got a
good look at Linda, but she could barely see you - and she really wants
to."
Now this was a totally weird twist of
events!� On the other hand, it was also
kind of exciting.� She actually wanted to
see me beat off!� And I was really horny
as I kept inhaling her scent.� On the
other, other hand, I wasn't sure about whacking off with another dude in the
room.� Like most guys, I'd done that sort
of thing as a kid, but that was long ago.�
Still, it wasn't like he was whacking off too, he was just filming it
for his wife.
Maybe it was the scent of her in my nostrils,
making my head spin, that resolved the dilemma.�
My cock was already leaking in my shorts, and I just had to get
off.� I nodded to Doug, who immediately
pulled out his phone and moved to the side.�
"I want to get a good angle, where she'll be able to see you
getting off, but where I won't get your face in the video - for your
protection.
I nodded as Doug took up position on the sofa
beside me, aiming his phone.� When he
gave me the thumbs up, I took another long pull of her scent - God her pussy
smelled heavenly - and then pulled my shirt off.� There was no point in having to wash cum out
of it!� Then I unbuckled, unzipped, and
pulled my pants and shorts down.
My cock sprung up like a Jack-off-in-the-box,
swelling rapidly to its full seven inches, the head dark with excitement.� I took it in hand and gave it a few
preparatory strokes, and was surprised to see precum already beading at the
tip.� God, I really was horny!� I was going to cum in record time!
"Rub it over the head.� She likes that," Doug said, apparently
thinking he was the director.� I didn't
object though.� I knew some girls liked
that because it made it more visually appealing.� I even had one lover who said it made it more
fun to suck cock because it made the cock already taste like cum.� Some girls like that, I guess.
At any rate, I rubbed my precum over the head
of my cock, making it nice and shiny.� Of
course, it kept oozing out - how could it not, her pussy scent made my head
spin with desire!� Anyway, as I stroked,
the precum drooled slowly over my fingers.�
That happens sometimes when I'm really, REALLY excited � and I was!
"Dude!" Doug exclaimed.� "You're as wet as she is!� She's gonna love this shit!� Can you cover your whole cock with
precum?" he asked.
Truth be told, I didn't usually generate so
much.� But I had done that particular
trick before, and it was pretty hot.� It
makes my cock wet and slick and cool at the same time.� Plus, just the idea of my cock covered with
cum before I'd even shot was somehow sexy.�
So I stroked my cock with long, squeezing strokes, milking my precum out
and rubbing it along my entire length, all the while inhaling her scent and
imagining her watching this and touching herself.
"Jesus, that's hot," Doug said in a
low, breathy tone.� "It almost looks
like you already fucked her and she soaked your shaft!"
With an effort of will, I bit back the
comment that I'd love to fuck his wife.�
I would, of course, but saying so could sour a good deal.� Instead, I said, "I wouldn't know.� I haven't even seen her pussy."� Again, I held back the "yet" I
wanted to add.
In a moment, Doug moved over closer, and on
his phone, started showing me pictures of her.�
He had quite a collection, everything from dressing provocatively to
full-naked, legs-wide, pussy-spread - and beyond.� I was happily stroking as he showed me picture
after picture of his lovely, exhibitionistic wife.
After a while, I noticed that Doug was
getting pretty horny himself.� As we
perused the pictures, his hand strayed down to where he could
"adjust" himself, though of course, he was doing more than that.� This was bringing back some pretty horny
memories of how me and the other boys in the neighborhood would get together,
share porn magazines, and jack off together.�
Part of me wanted to invite him to whip it out just out of common
courtesy.� He was obviously getting
pretty worked up, filming a guy beating off while showing him pictures of his
sexy little wife!
But Doug beat me to it - sort of.�
"Dude, can you hold off long enough for me to use your
restroom?" he asked, though he didn't have me fooled for a moment.� So I called him on it.
"Well, if you need to pee, go
ahead.� But if you're going to beat off,
why not just do it here.� I don't mind,
as long as you don't make a mess.� After
all, you get to see my junk, I'm not gonna freak out seeing yours!"
In an instant Doug had his shirt off, pants
down, cock in hand.� Yeah, he was pretty
worked up.� I was a little worried he
might not be able to hold the camera still for my finale!� But it was kinda cool to be jacking off with
another dude again - and after all, he was letting me ogle his hot wife and
sniff her pussy by proxy. �In fact, in a
weird way, it made it even sexier, and I could feel my balls churning.� "Doug dude, I'm gonna jet off her
shortly.� Maybe you better get back to
recording for Linda?"
"Shit yeah," he said, changing the
camera's mode.� "Go for it dude,
let's see you spray your spunk!"� He
began holding his phone at different angles as I stroked, moving in and moving
back.� It was weird, but I sort of
imagined Linda's face where the camera was, as if she was there looking at me
at all those angles, and that helped a lot.�
It also helped that Doug didn't stop stroking his own cock, so I didn't
feel like I was doing this alone.� It
added spice.
Finally I could hold back no longer though,
and I warned Doug - and Linda.� "I'm
gonna cum dude!� And Linda!� You wanted to see me cum, well here it
comes!"� My hand was a blur on my
cock now, as it made lewd wet sounds from the precum which continued to pour
forth and coat the shaft.
"Do it dude," Doug said, his own
hand speeding up.� "Cum for us.� Let us see you blow that load!� Linda's gonna be cumming like a busted dam
when she sees this!"� The vision of
Linda's now-familiar pussy pouring forth her sweet-scented juices was all I
need.� With a long, loud groan, my hips
jerked and I began shooting my cum up and out, all over my belly and chest.
"Yeah dude!� That's it!�
Cum good and hard for us!" Doug encouraged, moving back to get the
full arc, then moving back and forth from my cock to my spattered chest.� He began talking to Linda through the recording.� "Look at all that cum baby girl!� Daddy made all that for you!� Don't you wish you could lick up Mr. Rick's
cum?� Daddy would love to lick his
sweetie's lips clean after that!"
Apparently he'd completely forgotten I was
here.� He laid back on sofa, stroking his
own cock, and talking to his wife.�
Apparently they were even kinkier than I'd imagined - and the idea
thrilled me.� I almost wished I hadn't
just cum, just so I could cum again!
I'm not sure why I did it, but I reached over
and took the phone from Doug and recorded him jacking off.� For a moment he seemed to realize what he'd
said in front of me and seemed about to stop, afraid of my reaction.� So I returned the favor of encouragement.
"Look Angelface!� Daddy's stroking his cock for you!� Isn't that sexy?� Uncle Rick is going to record it so daddy can
cum really good for you without the distraction!"� Doug looked shocked, then grinned hugely and
began stroking like a wild man.� Yeah,
I'd gotten it right.� I wondered how far
these perverts went though.� I decided to
take it a bit further.� "Come on
bro.� Spray your cum for us!� Your niece and brother want to see just how
much cum you can make for us!� Do it
bro!� Do it now!"
That totally sent him over the edge.� Apparently Doug loved family roleplay a
lot.� His back arched, and he practically
howled as he covered his stomach and chest with line after line of cum.� I'd never seen so much cum outside of a porn
show, and I was impressed, and to be honest, a little envious.� But hey, after all he'd done for me, it was
the least I could do to return the favor.
While he was still panting, I got up
carefully and grabbed a couple of towels.�
I tossed one to him and used the other to wipe up my own mess.� I expected there to be an awkward silence,
and if it had been up to me, there would have been.� But Doug was totally cool with what had gone
down.
"Damn Rick, you're fucking awesome.� Linda is going to love that recording!� I promise I'll doctor out your face if I got
any glimpses, so don't worry. Your perversions are perfectly safe with
us!"� He grinned.� "Or should I say 'our' perversions.� Linda is going to love having an 'uncle' in
addition to her 'daddy'".� He
grinned again.� "Bro!"
I grinned back.� "My little brother is a kinky little
fucker!" �I laughed openly.� "And so is his daughter!"
He looked at me quizzically.� "Little brother?� So you're my big bro then?"
"Not cool?" I asked.
"Totally cool!" he replied with a
smile on his face.
PHONE FUN - The trio of perverts take it to the phone, and Rick
discovers Linda's "little" age is less than he thought.
I didn't know where this was going to end up,
but I was pretty excited to find out!�
Doug and I sat around chatting about inconsequential a while, then he
left.� About three hours later, he sent
me an email with a link to a file to download.�
It was the video we'd made.
Naturally I played it immediately.� It was odd, watching myself jack off.� I'd never done that before.� And in an odd way, it was arousing.� I know it might sound egocentric or
something, but watching myself jack off made me want to do it again.� And when it turned to Doug's little display,
I found that exciting too.
Now I'd never considered myself gay, or even
bisexual really.� I had a few gay
friends, but the way they talked about other men just didn't really do anything
for me.� I mean sure, I could see that
"so-and-so is a real beefcake" - I mean, that's just acknowledging a
prime physical specimen.� But looking at
dudes didn't get me aroused in the slightest.
On the other hand, I'm minded of that old
comedy bit about all guys being "a little bit gay".� As the comedian points out, and I certainly
acknowledge, when I'm watching porn, and some guy's banging a chick, I want her
to be pretty of course, but I also want him to be attractive, well-hung, and
hard as a rock.� And when he blasts off,
I want to see it spurting out - or at least leaking out of her pussy.
I don't think that makes me gay, or even
bisexual - or at least not much.� But I'm
pretty sure I'd enjoy a "devil's three-way" - that's two dudes and a
chick, in case you don't know.� And if
the other guy and I "crossed swords", I wouldn't have a problem with
it.� Obviously I wouldn't let him fuck me
in the ass or anything like that!� But
it'd be pretty hard to take a lady in the pussy and the ass at the same time
without rubbing dicks at least a little bit.�
And that's one position that I've always wanted to try.
So while I was watching the video, I wasn't
really surprised to find that I enjoyed watching Doug spray his spunk all over
himself.� Especially with his "daddy
/ daughter" fantasy talk.� I could
almost see Linda there, playing the little girl while her "daddy" got
off, and I got to wondering if they'd want to let "Uncle Rick" taste
little Linda's pussy.� I pulled those
panties out and had a roaring good wank while my imagination ran rampant.
Afterwards reality set back in.� It was one thing to let his wife - an
exhibitionist - show off for a friend.�
But it was a completely other thing to actually invite that friend into
the bedroom.� Still, it was good wanking
material for the rest of the week.� And
Doug helped me along by sending me a few pics of Linda in various outfits, any
of which would be considered "Rated PG".� His notes indicated they were intended to
remind me and keep my interest "up" so that she'd have a happy
audience "next time".
I appreciated the gesture, as well as the
fact that the pics were more-or-less "socially acceptable".� I noted that in the video, Doug had used some
sort of pixelating tech to blur the few bits that had either his face or mine
in it.� Discretion was apparently as
important to this naughty couple as it is to me, and that was a comforting bit
of info.
The following Thursday, it rained.� I was disappointed, but as it turned out,
Doug was in town anyway, so I made short work of my rounds and headed
home.� While I was out though, I got a
call from Doug, who asked me to call him when I got home.
After I'd got in, dried off, and settled down
with a cup of tea, I gave him a call.
"Rick?" he asked immediately.� I supposed he had caller ID.
"Yeah Doug, what's up?" I asked,
sipping my tea.
He chuckled.�
"Funny you should ask."�
There was an odd tone to his voice, as if he were out of breath and talking
low.� The sort of voice I've heard called
the "pick up voice".�
"Linda and were just � talking, and she asked if you were only
visually � motivated."
"Huh?"� My brow furrowed as I tried to figure out
what the hell he was talking about.� Then
it struck me, and my pulse quickened.�
"You mean like, phone sex?"
Again the low chuckle.� As I listened closer, I heard a light
rhythmic squeaking in the background, and I wondered if they were fucking while
he was on the phone with me!� The idea
excited me as the image of his hard cock penetrating her smooth little pussy
flashed into my mind.
"Yeah well, phone sex is usually between
two partners.� I guess this would be more
like a phone three-way.� You know what a
show-off Linda is.� She thought it'd be
exciting to actually have you on the phone with us while we fucked - sort of a
new way for her to expose herself.� It's
okay if you're not interested, of course.�
Just thought I'd toss it out there."
"Fuck yes I'm interested!" I said,
and it was true.� The thought of Doug and
Linda fucking and sharing it with me in this way was really exciting.� I'd done phone sex before, of course - who
hasn't?� But this was different.� This was sharing another couple's most
intimate time with them.� My cock
throbbed.
There were some mumbles as Doug covered the
mouthpiece, then Linda was on the phone.�
"Really Rick?� You don't mind
doing this for me - for us?� I gotta tell
you, it's really exciting for me!� But be
honest, if it's not your thing, that's fine.�
You'll still get plenty of shows from me - weather
permitting!"� Her cute little giggle
after that was music to my ears, but the twitching of my cock took my
attention.
"Seriously Linda.� If you and Doug are willing to share that
with me, I'd be delighted.� I'm already
rock-hard at the thought, and I hope you're soaked too - your naughty little
show-off!"
The moan of her excitement at my comment
brought a huge smile to my face, and there was a pause and a grunt from Doug,
followed by him saying (muffled and distant) "Jesus Linda!� What the hell did he say?� And tell him to say it again!"
After some fumbling sounds Doug took the
phone again.� "Hey Rick, she's
fucking dripping on my cock.� Good work
old man!� Look, I'm going to put you on
speaker, okay?"
"Of course!"� While he was doing that, I took a moment to
doff my pants and shorts and dim the lights.�
Tonight I was going to be watching porn in my head while my friends
acted it out, and I didn't want any distractions.
"Okay dude, we're here.� Can you hear us okay?" Doug asked,
followed by Linda chiming in, "I'm here too Uncle Rick!� Can you hear me?"
Oh shit.�
If she was going to be doing her "daughter" routine, I might
blast off too soon.� But damn if I wasn't
going to play along!
"I can hear you fine, naughty
niece!� What are you and daddy doing
right now?"� My cock was in my hand,
hard and throbbing, precum already oozing from the tip.
"I was on top of daddy with his thing
inside me, but he made me get off."�
The pout in her voice was delightful - just like a kid who got her candy
taken away.� "He said we shouldn't
be fucking until you had a chance to catch up.�
Are you going to catch up with us Uncle Rick?"
"Already well on my way honey," I
replied, the evidence drooling down my fingers.�
I grabbed a few tissues and tucked them under my balls, as I expected
this was going to get wet.� Apparently
there was just something about these two that made my balls churn up extra
juice.
Doug chimed in.� "Rick, you dirty old bastard!� Are you saying you're stroking your cock in
front of my little girl?"� His tone
was playfully stern.� "What a sick
old pervert you are!� Don't you know
she's only fourteen?� She shouldn't be
seeing grown men's cocks for a good ten years yet!"
Fourteen?�
That was Linda's "play age"?�
Holy shit!� I thought they'd be
playing like, eighteen or so.� Sixteen at
the youngest!
I must have paused, because Linda chimed
in.� "Uncle Rick?� If that's not okay, I can have some extra
birthdays�"
I thought about it.� I've never been particularly attracted to
kids.� They're arrogant, unclean,
undisciplined, and generally a pain in the ass.�
Some of them are cute, of course, at least physically, but all it takes
is a word or two to put them firmly back into the "ick" category.� On the other hand, Linda was in her 20's and
sexy as hell, and the taboo aspect of pretending she was fourteen was �
intriguing.� I decided to play along, at
least for now.
"I� I guess I thought you were older
honey, and it caught me a little off-guard is all.� But now that you've told me�� I think that is okay.� Can I change my mind later if it turns out I
have an age bias?"
"Oh Uncle Rick, you're just the
BEST!" she cried out in perfect imitation of a girl who got her candy
back.� To my ear, she seemed to be
playing it even younger than fourteen, but I'm no expert.� "And if you feel the little teeniest bit
icky, you let us know, cos we really want you to have fun too!" she
enthused.
"That's right," Doug added.� If it's not fun for one, it's fun for
none.� We're in this together, so to
speak," he chuckled at his own wordplay.
Relieved that they were cool with me changing
my mind later if I needed to, I got back into character.� "So what are you and my errant little
brother up to?" I asked, knowing full well what they were up to.
"Daddy's showing me how to make men
happy!" she replied like a cheerful little eighth grader.
"Oh?�
And how's that?" I asked, leading her on.
"With my mouth!" she enthused.�� "He's showing me how to kiss!"
"Oh come on, Linda!� Surely you learned how to kiss�" I
hesitated.� When did girls learn
kissing?� "Surely you already know
how to kiss!" I hedged.
"Well du-uh!� 'Course I do!"� Her addition of some brattiness made me
grin.� "Me and my BFF have practiced
lots!� But this is different
kissing!"
BFF?�
It took me a moment.� "Best
Friend Forever" is a concept that boys don't generally have.� She was implying that she and a girl-friend
had practiced kissing!� I'd heard that
was fairly normal for girls, though certainly not for boys - not when I was a
boy anyway.� The image of her kissing
another girl - also probably fourteen - was intriguing.� God, I really WAS a pervert!
"Ah, of course.� And so you know all about kissing with the
tongue, from practicing with your � BFF?"
She giggled.�
"Men are so weird!� It's just
practice!� Gotta learn somehow!"
"Of course.� So what's Little Doug teaching you that's
different?"� I figured I'd remind
them that her daddy was my little brother, though I'm not sure why.� Maybe it was some sort of dominance
thing.� But Doug hadn't minded before,
and he didn't speak up now.
"Oh!�
Daddy's teaching me how to kiss on his weenie!� Did you know you can do that?� He says it feels really super good!"
"Yes honey, he's right.� Girl kissing on a man's weenie DOES feel
really super good!� Almost all men love
it.� But did he tell you about what might
happen?"
Doug chimed in, "I was going to!� Jesus Rick!�
I'm not a kid anymore!� I'm not
going to cum in her mouth!"
I could hear the frown in her question.� "Cum in my mouth?� What's that?"
Doubtless these two had played this roleplay
enough that they'd done "Introduce Linda to Blowjobs" before, but
apparently they were perfectly okay with re-playing it in this new
context.� I appreciated that.� First-times were always special, even when
they were replays.
I waited, but Doug kept silent.� Apparently he wanted me to educate his
"daughter".� So be it.
"Well sweetie, when a man gets really
excited, and his cock gets hard�"� I
stopped at the giggling.�
"What?"
"You used a naughty word Uncle
Rick!" she chided me in that way that kids do.
I rolled my eyes.� Damn she was good!� Well two could play that game!
"Honey?�
Is your daddy naked?" I asked softly.
"Uh-huh�" she said, curious where I
was going with this.
"And are you naked?" I continued.
A pause, then a shy "Uh huh�"� She sounded for all the world like a kid who
was afraid she was in trouble, so I hurried to reassure her.
"Well sweetie, when a boy and a girl are
naked together, some of those naughty words become� sexy words.� Cock is one of those words.� You can't say it normally, but when you're
kissing your daddy's cock, it sounds kind of silly to call it a 'weenie' or
'penis' or whatever.� See?"
"Oh!" she said, apparently relieved.� "So I should call it a cock when we're
in bed together?"
For a moment the "we" made me think
of her and me together, and I had to take a moment to keep from blowing my load
prematurely.� I took a couple of deep
breaths, then continued intentionally misunderstanding her to change the
subject a bit.� "Or wherever you're
playing naughty games," I expanded, knowing full well that as an
exhibitionist, she probably played wherever they could get away with.� "Now that that's settled, where were
we?� Oh yes.� A boy's cock gets hard when he's sexually
excited, just like your daddy's is now, right?"
Her voice took on a note of wonder.� "Uh huh!�
It's really big and � stiff!� I
think it looks really cool!� And daddy
says it feels good when I touch it and rub it and expecially when I kiss
it!"
I was mildly ashamed as my own cock responded
to the bit of intentional mispronunciation.�
It was baby-talk, pure and simple.�
I wasn't even stroking, yet precum continued to ooze out.
I cleared my throat.� "That's right sweetie.� It does feel really good!� But really, while kissing it feels nice,
SEEING a girl kissing it is also exciting to boys."
"Really?"� While she tried to sound curious, I could
tell that that comment resonated with her exhibitionism.� "So I should kiss it a lot!"
"Yes honey, and look up into his eyes
when you do."
There was a delay with some slightly
exaggerated kissing sounds.� A slight
moan escaped from Doug before Linda was back.
"That was really neat Uncle Rick!� It made my tweens really itchy!"
"Your 'tweens' honey?"� To the best of my knowledge, a
"tween" was kid - a kid considerably younger than the one she was
portraying.� Somehow I didn't think that
was what she meant.
"Tween my legs Unka Rick!" she
giggled. �I could almost see her
squirming, rubbing her legs together.
"Ah, of course.� Sorry honey.�
Don't worry, I'm sure your daddy will take care of that itch in due
course.� You know what it means though?� It means you like kissing daddy's cock!� And probably that you like being watched
kissing cock!� That's really special
honey.� But then, I've known you were a
very special girl since you were just a kid."
All kids like it when you imply they're not
really kids anymore - and the younger they are, the more they want to hear
it.� So eager to grow up!� Linda responded with a happy, "Thank you
Unka Rick!� But you never answered what's
'cum in her mouth' mean?"
I got the hint.� I'm sure that Doug was in dire straits by
this time, and she likely could see his need clearly.� The woman in her doubtless wanted to give him
relief, but the role she was playing shouldn't know that.� She was supposed to be curious more than
anything, and follow her elders' lead.� I
toyed with the idea of making Doug wait, but truth be told, my own need was
growing stronger as well, and I knew myself well enough to know that when I
blew, I was going to be out of it for a while.�
So I decided to have some compassion for my "little brother"
and guide his "daughter" to finish the job.� Besides, the sooner he and I got off, the
sooner we could get off the phone and Doug could take care of her needs too.
"Okay honey.� Well 'cum' is the juice that comes out of a
boy's cock�"
She interrupted.� "Oh!�
It's coming out now!� It's been
coming out for a while!"
"No, no sweetie, that's pre-cum.� It's similar, and I understand it tastes like
cum, but when he actually cums, there will be a lot more, and it will come
shooting out."� Part of me knew that
a fourteen-year-old should already know at least some of this, but she was just
so cute - how could I not play along?
"Oh" she said doubtfully.� "But there's a lot of it already.� How do I make it all come out - hey!� Make it CUM out!"� She giggled.
"That's right honey," I
chuckled.� "Well the usual way, when
you're kissing his cock, is to actually let his cock go inside your mouth and
suck on it.� Kind of like a big popsicle."
I didn't even get to prompt her.� I heard her sucking on his cock.� It sounded like she took it deep then pulled
back and off, making a loud popping sound.�
Doubtless she went deeper than a real fourteen-year-old would, but I'm
sure Doug didn't mind.
"It tastes funny," she commented,
not exactly complaining.
"Yes honey, that's what cum tastes
like.� Some girls like it, some girls
don't.� Like any other flavor, you have
to decide for yourself if you like it."
There followed another long, slow
suck-and-pop.� I was gently stroking my
own cock now, imagining the pretty little Linda sucking her daddy-husband's
cock.� I would love to actually see it,
but I'd seen her, and I'd seen his cock, so it was pretty easy to imagine.
There was a pause after the pop, and I could
envision her swirling the drops in her mouth, thinking about the flavor, and
whether she liked it or not.� Finally she
said matter-of-factly, "I like cum taste Unka Rick.� You said there's more?� I think he ran out."
"Just stroke his cock sweetie, more will
come out.� And if you stroke his cock
while you're sucking it, and maybe moving his cock in and out of your mouth, he
will cum for reals, and you'll get a whole bunch of cum in your mouth!"
"Cool!" she said, in a voice of
wonder and awe.� I heard her begin
sucking his cock in earnest, and in a moment, Doug's sounds of pleasure were
growing in volume and intensity.� I began
to stroke myself as I imagined his cock sliding in and out of her little
mouth.� The sound-effects were a
wonderful addition to my mental porn-show. But I knew it would be better for
her if she knew I was still "watching", so I added some commentary
while I watched them in my mind and stroked myself.
"That's a good girl Linda.� Suck daddy's cock.� That's so sexy!� Can you see me rubbing my cock while I watch
you honey?� It's very sexy watching you
suck dick like a little slut-girl!"�
Her moans made me think she was either one of those girls who could
actually cum from sucking cock, or she was rubbing her pussy.� Either way was hot as fuck, and made my balls
churn even more.� And she sounded like
she really enjoyed being called a "slut-girl", as her moan peaked
suddenly.
"Is she doing a good job Doug?� Does little bro like his baby girl sucking
his big ol' cock?"� I was hoping
Doug could give me some more details.
I was in luck.� His voice was a bit strained, but he knew
what I was after - and what she was after.�
"Oh yeah Rick.� Little
Linda's sucking cock like a pro!� I can't
believe how deep she can take her daddy's cock!�
That's right baby girl, push it into your throat - OH FUCK!� Goddamn Rick, she did it!� And you should see her eyes, she's so proud
of herself!� She's such a naughty little
cock-sucker, just like her mommy was!
"Hey sweetie," he changed tone as
he talked to her, "You know daddy loves you, right?"
"MmmHmm�" she apparently didn't
want to let his cock go long enough to answer.
"Well honey, I'm going to blow a huge
load of cum soon, so if you don't want it in your mouth, you should probably
pull back and let daddy finish by hand."
"Mmm-Mmm!"� The denial was firm, and so
in-character.� She wanted him to cum in
her mouth and would not be denied!� I was
about to blow my load just from the way she so emphatically demanded her cum.� This was clearly a girl who loved cum, and
wanted it badly.
Doug chuckled, "Okay, okay!� Daddy will fill your sweet, sexy little mouth
with his cum!"� He changed tone
again.� "Hey Rick.� She wants me to blow in her mouth!� And the little slut's rubbing her pussy
too!� What a naughty little girl I've
raised!"
Linda was making little "Uh! Uh!"
sounds, mixed with the sloppy wet sounds of her daddy's cock sliding in and out
of her mouth and throat.� By the sounds,
she must be taking several inches at least, and in my mind, I watched her
sucking his cock deep, bobbing her pretty little head up and down as her
fingers diddled that sweet, bare pussy!
It was too much for me.� I couldn't hold back any longer, and I cried
out, "Fuck!� I'm cumming you
guys!"� My hand pistoned up and down
my cum-slickened shaft as an eruption of hot cum sprayed up, arcing, and
spattering on my chest, just below my chin.�
At my cry, Doug also hollered, "I'm coming too bro!� Oh fuck, I'm filling my little girl's mouth
with cum!� Fuck she's swallowing it!� She's fucking sucking my cum out of my cock
bro!� Oh fuck that feels so
amazing!"
My own climax continued on and on as I
listened to his pleasure and hers.� She
might not be cumming yet - or maybe she was - but she was moaning and sucking
and bobbing her head like a maniac.� I
could hear the sloshing and the slurping and the grunts and the moans as she
gulped and gurgled and groaned her pleasure at her daddy cumming in her mouth.
As my last few shots were squirting out,
Linda released Doug's cock and she screamed - I mean literally screamed out,
"I'm cumming daaadyyy!" followed by an indecipherable round of grunts
and gasps and groans.� I've heard women
cum enough to know that her climax was long overdue and very, very
pleasurable.� And I got confirmation when
Doug (still squeezing out the last few squirts of his own juice by the sound of
it), "Shit.� She came all
right!� Ya made her gush, you dirty old
fucker!� Good on ya!� Damn girl, you're like a geyser!"
Apparently her husband telling her voyeur was
exciting enough to launch her into a secondary climax, as I heard her pleasure
sounds increase as she peaked again.� She
was an amazing cummer, I could tell.� And
it wasn't just that she was a gusher - she really loved cumming.� Furthermore, her high, light voice perfectly
mimicked what an actual fourteen-year-old might sound like - it was fucking
hot.� If I hadn't just cum, that
certainly would have sent me over the edge!�
I wished I had a recording of her climax to listen to again later!
We were all panting from our exertions, and I
my chest and belly were covered.� I just
lay back enjoying it and listening to the couple in their bedroom.� Doug was a gentleman, and I could hear him
cuddling his wife, soothing her, complimenting her.� Most of it was too soft to hear the words,
but I got the tone, and was happy that she had such a caring, thoughtful
lover.� Women are often very vulnerable
after a good climax, and a lover who is thoughtless at such a time is anathema
to a pleasant conclusion.� I didn't want
to intrude on this tender moment, but I also didn't want to just hang up.� I don't know if there's proper etiquette for
such a situation, but I assumed that at least saying "goodbye" would
be good manners.
In a few moments, I heard them kissing.� There was plenty of tongue action and
moaning, and I smiled.� I know some guys
won't kiss a girl after cumming in their mouth, and I've always thought that
was the height of rudeness.� After all,
I've never had a girl not kiss me after I ate her out!� I know Linda loved the taste of cum, and I
wondered how Doug felt about it.� From
similar kisses in my own life, I know that I'm pretty much neutral on it.� After all, I first tasted my own jizz when I
was around twelve, and it's never bothered me.
To my surprise, Linda's moans increased -
rapidly - and in a few minutes, she had another climax, albeit a more gentle
ride than the former ones.� That was
nice.� Girls often need a
"top-off" to feel completely sated and loved.� I wondered how he did it, and guessed he
probably fingered her while kissing her.�
Her moans had remained muted throughout the final climax.
After a bit more kissing, I heard Linda ask
softly, "Rick?� Still there?"
"I am hon.� I didn't want to just hang up without
thanking you guys and wishing you a good night."
"Dude!�
Totally my pleasure!" Doug chimed in.� His voice was a little hoarse.� "And the thanks is to YOU.� Linda here came like a fucking fire hose, and
she's still shaking from it!� We owe you
one man!"
"Uh huh!" Linda chimed in
enthusiastically.� I'm gonna put on a show
for you that's gonna knock your socks off next week!� Uh� if you want, I mean."
I had to laugh.� "Cum rain, or snow, or darkness of
night�" I mis-recited the beginning of the Postman's Oath, making the two
of them laugh as well.� "I wouldn't
miss it for the world!"
We chatted a bit, all of us relaxed and at
ease.� It was nice.� But I figured they'd want some private time
as well, and I had a mess to clean up.�
So I bade them good night, Linda blew me a kiss, and we disconnected.
As I was cleaning up, I couldn't help but
wonder what she meant about her next "show".� I mean, what could she possibly do that would
be better than what she'd already done?�
While I wasn't exactly a praying man, I gave more than one half-assed
prayer that it wouldn't be rainy the following Thursday!