2 comments/ 32916 views/ 1 favorites Through Artemisia's Window Ch. 01 By: Jayded_Lust Rachel was kneeling, weeding in her garden in her front yard when she saw her neighbor's car come to a screeching halt on the street in front of her house. It was unseasonably warm on this Friday in early March in Colorado Springs. Spring seemed to be descending on the mountain town very early this year – there was no snow on the ground, and the past two weeks had witnessed average daily temperatures steadily climbing from the 30s to the high 60s. People who lived there started dressing like it was summer. They threw open their windows to get some fresh air in their homes, they drove around town with their windows and tops down soaking up the sun and the fresh mountain air, and acres of skin were on display peeking through tank tops, shorts and mini skirts. Rachel decided that she, too, would take advantage of the nice weather and get a head start on preparing her yard for her summer garden. She was also dressed in a tank top and a pair of shorts which, for her, was a bold statement. She grew up as the daughter of two very conservative fundamentalist Christians. Since leaving home and living on her own, she had taken a few baby steps toward living a slightly more liberated life. Her definition of liberation, however, was to wear pants every once in a while instead of a dress. She undoubtedly still had a long way to go, and was not sure just how far she wanted to go. She still went to church and she had a boyfriend whom she planned to marry. On their dates they kissed passionately and did some heavy petting. Her passion had gotten the better of her and she had succumbed to her past boyfriend's sexual advances on two past occasions, but both of those attempts had gone so horribly wrong and were so completely unsatisfying that she decided it wasn't worth the guilt. With her current boyfriend, she was saving sex for marriage. Still, Rachel was proud of the step she had taken to live on her own and know independence before accepting the dependence of marriage. She had not lived in her small house long, only for about 6 months. She had met her neighbor, Artemisia, who lived in the house to the right of hers, but they had only talked briefly. She seemed to be so busy with her job and frequent traveling that they never found the time to make good on their plans to get together over dinner or coffee to really get to know each other. So Rachel knew only very little about her. She was a small woman – about 5'2", of French-Canadian origin, and a writer. Her parents taught literature – thus the name – and she lived alone and was not married. She seemed nice and was always friendly, but on this day when her car skidded to a stop in front of her house, Rachel was frightened and thought something must be wrong. Artemisia jumped out of the passenger seat of her car and ran toward her front door, followed by a large dark man who was running after her with a sinister leer on his face. She didn't even return Rachel's wave hello. Rachel stood wondering if Artemisia was in danger, but knew better as she watched the man caress Artemisia's behind while she unlocked her front door. Rachel wasn't offended at the interracial couple, but did find their size differential striking. Artemisia was a small woman, and he stood almost a foot over her. Watching the lewd display of him caressing and squeezing her behind in broad daylight let Rachel know that their moral standards for premarital conduct were obviously lower than hers. She shook her head and returned to her gardening once the couple had taken their frolicking into the house and the door slammed behind them. She wouldn't dare allow her boyfriend Kenny to grope her like that in public. She wondered just how licentious one must be in private if that was what one did in public. Rachel rushed the mental image of a couple engaged in hot sex out of her head, feeling morally superior that she did not do such things. At least, that is what she told herself, suppressing the twitch in her privates that accompanied the brief image of hot, lustful, premarital sex. Just when she had safely put such thoughts of sex behind her and returned her mind to the plants and herbs she was planting this season, a noise of screams and yelps disturbed her concentration. The sounds were coming from the space between hers' and Artemisia's house. Theirs were small bungalow style houses, built with less than 10 feet separating each one. Listening more closely, she heard loud smacks anticipating every cry. Was that Artemisia? Walking to look down the side of both their houses, she noticed Artemisia's bedroom window was open, but she could not see inside from the angle at which she stood. She didn't dare walk down the side of her house and peek in, it was still light outside and they would surely see her. Whack! "Unnnhhhh!" There it was again. Was he hitting her? The raw chorus seemed to go on. Rachel had to check things out, and make sure her neighbor was ok. But how to do so and not seem like a peeping tom? Rachel realized that her own bedroom window was opposite Artemisia's. All through the winter, both of their windows had remained closed and their curtains drawn. Artemisia had obviously opened hers to enjoy the unseasonably warm pre-spring air. If she went inside to her bedroom and drew back her curtains just a little, Rachel realized she would be able to see exactly what was going on and if she should call for help. She rushed inside her house to investigate. She hurried to her bedroom and climbed across her bed that sat next to the window. She drew the curtains back a couple of inches to see across the way. When she first moved in she realized how close their two houses were, and not wanting to be seen herself, she had never drawn those curtains. What she saw that afternoon, she saw in vivid detail, and it thoroughly astonished her. Artemisia and her lover were both on her bed. He lay upright with his back against the headboard, and she lay across his lap – naked. With both hands he was squeezing and pawing her buttocks, saying something to her that Rachel could not hear with her window closed. She decided to be bold and slide her window open just a bit so she could hear what was going on. Then she saw him raise one hand suddenly and bring it back crashing down on Artemisia's rear with a resounding slap. Artemisia yelped and he smiled devilishly as he eyed the red hand print he left on her skin. To Rachel's surprise and horror, Artemisia wasn't struggling to get away. Instead, her eyes were closed and she had a look of pure pleasure on her face, and Rachel swore she heard her beg to be spanked again. "...And that's for being so bad in the car teasing me all the way over here..." Thwap! "...wearing no panties and playing with your hot little pussy as we drove." Thwap! And on it went for about five minutes, and Rachel looked on in rapt awe. She never would have expected this of her neighbor. Rachel continued watching as he reached for a small bottle on the night stand, and squirted something onto her rear. It looked like it went either on or between Artemisia's buttocks, but Rachel could not tell from the angle. 'Must be some kind of massage oil,' Rachel thought. Then she heard Artemisia say "Yes, put your finger in me!" and Rachel saw his fingers descend between her buttocks and her legs before she turned away, having had enough. No need to watch him finger Artemisia's twat, though it had never occurred to Rachel that a woman could have her vagina fingered from behind. Her and her boyfriend Kenny had never done it like that and they probably never would, for she had no plans to lay naked across his lap with her butt high in the air allowing him to spank her. However, as much as she wanted to tell herself that what she had seen did not interest her, when Rachel rolled over on her back to climb off her bed she noticed something that did not sit well with her: she was wet – very wet – and she was suddenly cognizant of the fact that her vagina was begging for a little attention. Rachel was no stranger to masturbation. She tried not to do it too often, but sometimes after dates with Kenny she just couldn't help it. She reasoned that it helped her keep their relationship virtuous. However, when she thought about making love to Kenny, she never got this wet! What was wrong with her? As she laid there thinking about it, she realized that her window was still open and she could still hear the goings on across the way. She listened as the 'oohs' and 'ahs' turned to wet slurping 'umms' and 'mmnns.' Unable to resist the temptation, she turned over and looked out the window to resume spying on the horny couple. They were doing something different indeed! Rachel almost yelped herself at what she saw. Artemisia was on her knees with her ass now facing directly in Rachel's direction out the window. Her head was down in her lover's lap, and his head was tilted back with a look of bliss on his face. She could only imagine that Artemisia was giving him oral sex, but that is not what shocked her. What left her flabbergasted was the fact that his fingers were not in Artemisia's vagina, but instead Rachel saw a very long middle finger sliding in and out of Artemisia's anus! She blinked to make sure she was seeing correctly. Waxed bare, she had never even seen anyone so lewdly exposed! And bent over as such, she could unmistakably make out that there were two orifices exposed for the world to see – the smaller and higher of which had a shiny wet finger plunging in and out of it. Rachel watched as Artemisia's lover got up on his knees from his seated position. Their angle changed once again and Rachel could now see as he started thrusting his penis into her mouth while he continued his digital assault on her anus. Instead of one finger he was now using two. Again to Rachel's astonishment, Artemisia was not trying to get away, but instead was passionately delivering oral attention to his penis with a look of joy on her face. Rachel could not comprehend what she was seeing of her neighbor. Surely, no self-respecting woman would let a man play with her in a way that bordered on the frightful sin of sodomy! After about 2 minutes of this he pulled away from her hungry mouth and his penis was so hard it looked angry in all its shiny wetness. Rachel heard him ask, "Are you ready, baby?" "God! I'm so ready for you to be inside me!" Artemisia replied. He then asked her "Do you want your toy in you first?" Rachel was confused. What toy? Why would she need a toy in her first? "No, I don't need him, I'm ready for you baby!" Artemisia insisted breathlessly. Needing no further encouragement, he kissed her passionately, and then positioned himself behind her bent over form. They were in full side profile now in position to Rachel and she wondered what they were doing with her still bent over on her knees. Her wonder was over when she saw him slowly slide himself into her from that position. Rachel again rolled away from the window and onto her back disturbed at what she just saw. 'What an animalistic way to make love,' she thought, reminded of what she used to see on her great aunt and uncle's farm. The studs would mount the mares and the bulls would mount the cows in just that same manner. People were supposed to face each other and kiss softly, weren't they? The noises coming through her window were anything but soft! 'How uncivilized,' she thought and immediately felt ashamed to realize that her neighbor's uncivilized behavior had now made her even wetter! Oh, how she wished Kenny was there to make out with her! She did not want to face the fact that it was not thoughts of married lovemaking with Kenny that had her so worked up, but instead the sight and steady sounds of the very carnal fornication happening next door. Her hand drifted involuntarily to her crotch and started rubbing herself outside her shorts despite her inner misgivings and discomfort. The bawdy chorus from across the way was intensifying and Rachel could not motivate herself to close the window nor get up and leave the room. She was repulsed, filled with guilt and shame, and utterly riveted by her unassuming little neighbor's sexual escapades. Rachel rolled over once again to resume her voyeurism of Artemisia's late afternoon tryst. He was sliding into her much more forcefully now, with an intense grip on her hips and a determined look in his eye. Artemisia was screaming and yelling deliriously with pleasure and begging him for something, something Rachel could not quite make out. Every time Artemisia begged for it, he would tell her 'not yet' and smack her forcefully on her behind as he continued thrusting into her. It was raw and it was hot. Witnessing this pushed Rachel past the point of no return. Her pussy was starving for some attention. She had to masturbate, and she couldn't put it off any longer. She slipped her hand beneath her shorts but found her movement restricted while on her stomach. It was dark in her room and starting to darken outside so she decided to take a risk. Besides, she reasoned, Artemisia and her lover were so caught up in the rapture of what they were doing that they would not look over her way. Feeling relatively safe, Rachel opened her curtains a little wider to get a better view and propped some pillows up behind her so she could lie on her back and watch the rest of the lewd performance and comfortably masturbate. She reached her right hand back down into her shorts and started rubbing her clit furiously as she watched Artemisia's lover now savagely pounding into her with wild abandon. Rachel could hear his hips smacking into her buttocks as he continued his relentless thrusts and she heard both of them grunting, yelling and screaming for all they were worth. "Go ahead, baby, do it!" she heard him yell and Artemisia screamed all the louder before she went silent with violent convulsions. Rachel knew that the woman was having an orgasm, but it was nothing like the ones she had from masturbating and being fingered by Kenny. The orgasm she was witnessing was of an intensity which she had never known or imagined. He was obviously having one too, as he was now grunting loudly and continuing to pound into her with brutal force. Rachel was shocked at the violence of their act, nothing like how she imagined she should be made love to some day. She was incredibly aroused but her lingering discomfort kept her from quite being pushed over the edge. Then she saw something she really did not expect that changed everything. Their violent and brutal fornication suddenly turned into the sweetest affection – Artemisia's lover bent over her form and gently kissed his way up her back and around her neck until landing at her lips for the most tender of kisses. That wasn't at all like the animals she used to see on the farm growing up. That was love, and it totally pushed her over the top. A powerful orgasm ripped through her body, the most powerful she had ever experienced, and her head fell back as she rode it out. It lasted a good three or four minutes as her body was continually wracked with spasms, and Rachel had no idea that she was now treating her neighbor to a lewd chorus of her own. Rachel was shocked by the force of her orgasm but was mortified when she finally opened her eyes to see what had become of the couple across the way. He was gone and no longer in the room, but Artemisia had not moved. She laid there in the same position in which he had fucked her, looking exhausted but also with a very content smile on her face and staring right at Rachel! In a frightened and frenzied panic Rachel rolled off her bed and onto the floor out of sight of the window. 'Oh my God!' she thought. 'She saw me, she saw me masturbating and she must have known that I was spying on her! How will I ever live this down? How can I ever look her in the eye again?' She stayed on the floor and crawled out of her room. There in the hallway she sat back against the wall with her elbows on her knees and brought her hands to cover her face. She smelled her own musky scent on her fingers and was even more disgusted at what she'd done. A minute ago she was flying through the most powerful orgasm of her entire life. Now she was so ashamed she thought she would never be able to show her face in her neighborhood again. ---------(_*_)--------- Days passed and Rachel had carefully structured her comings and goings so as to avoid a run-in with her neighbor. She closed her bedroom window and drew her curtains shut tight. She even slept on her couch to avoid hearing anything should the sound travel through her closed window, given how close their bedrooms were. She was still mortified, and did not know what she would say or do when the day finally came that their paths crossed again. She pretty much stayed inside and watched TV all weekend. The one time when she did need to go out on Sunday for church, she watched studiously out her window to make sure the coast was clear before dashing to her car and speeding off. She felt silly sneaking around like that, but her shame was even greater. She was really dreading Monday morning. Those were the times she was most likely to see Artemisia, but they almost never got home at the same time. It was hard to sleep that Sunday night. Visions of running into Artemisia and giving her an awkward apology kept running through her head... that, and the wicked scene she witnessed for which she was apologizing. It took her three hours to get to sleep. When the morning came and it was time to leave for work Rachel decided she wasn't ready. Tomorrow she would make the confrontation. She again watched from her window until the coast was clear and then she left for her job. She would just make up some excuse for her boss as to why she was late. It was, however, a weight lifted off of her shoulders that there would be no confrontation for the moment, and so it went on for an entire week. Each night Rachel would tell herself that she would do it the next day, and for every new day that week there was always tomorrow. She drove home that Friday, stopping at the dry cleaner's along the way, arriving home at around 5:45 feeling safe because she saw no sign of Artemisia's car. She gathered her keys and her purse and then stepped out of her car to reach for her clothes in the back seat. Clothes in hand, she shut the car door with her hips as she fumbled to find her house keys. The sound of someone else's voice startled her so much she dropped her keys and her purse, its contents falling out onto the ground. "Hi!" Artemisia said with a big smile. "Oh God! I mean, oh hi, uh, hello Artemisia. Ooh, you startled me," fumbled Rachel as she bent down to pick up her things. "Sorry about that. Here, let me help you," Artemisia responded, joining her kneeling in the street. "No, that's ok, I got it, oooh!" Rachel flustered, as the dry cleaning joined her purse contents on the ground. "I don't know why I'm so clumsy today." "You look like you have your hands full. I don't mind helping you inside..." "That's quite alright, I've got it, really," Rachel said, reaching for a vial of lipstick rolling toward the gutter. She missed, almost slipping and falling herself. Artemisia grabbed it for her. "Don't be silly, your hands are full enough and you seem quite anxious. Is everything alright?" "Yes, I mean no, I mean I'm fine I just thought that we should, maybe we could, uh, talk about, uh, what happened last Friday. I, umm, don't want you to have the wrong impression of me, I don't do those kinds of, I just wanted to apolo-, wanted to say I'm sorry-" "Why don't I help you carry these things inside and we can sit down and talk over a cup of tea, shall we?" Artemisia interrupted, smiling broadly at the nervous and embarrassed woman and finding it quite amusing. "Ok, I suppose that would be fine, but I don't really have anything inside, I wasn't expecting company, I have some diet coke..." Through Artemisia's Window Ch. 01 "I'll help you carry the stuff inside and then you can come over to my place. I've got plenty of tea and it would be my pleasure." They finished retrieving Rachel's belongings and headed inside. Artemisia began talking about the wonderful weather they were having but Rachel didn't hear any of it. She was too preoccupied going over her apology in her head. On this day, the short distances between their two houses seemed interminably long. She was very confused, though. Rather than being terse with her or treating her like a freak, Artemisia seemed to be in quite a pleasant mood and was being very sweet and generous. It threw Rachel for a loop. After all, she had spied on the woman having sex and masturbated while she did it. Any normal person should be offended to have caught someone invading their privacy like that. The prospect that it did not offend Artemisia began to make Rachel even more nervous. When they finally sat down in Artemisia's house and her cup of tea was before her, she starred down at her mug for what seemed like a full minute before she spoke up. When she did, it all came out in a flurry. "I just want to apologize for what happened last Friday. It was not my intention to spy on you. I was in my garden when I saw that man chase you into the house, and then I heard sounds of him hitting you and you screaming – I thought you were in danger and I didn't know if I should call the police. I wanted to get a look just to be sure. I only meant to look in to see that you were ok and when I did I... I was just so shocked, so surprised that I was kind of frozen and then, I don't know what happened, I mean I know what happened but I don't understand why it happened that I, umm, that I uh... What's so funny?" Artemisia could not contain her amusement and she could not help but start giggling. "Relax! I'm not laughing at you and I'm not angry with you. If anything, I should apologize as I know we were anything but discrete. But hey, you enjoyed our little show and we enjoyed performing it! No harm, no foul, as far as I'm concerned." "No really, I was just trying to make sure that you were ok-" Artemisia almost started laughing again. She controlled her amusement and studied the woman sitting before her. She looked to be about ten years her junior. She had long dark hair and dressed quite conservatively. The look on her face and her body language told Artemisia that this girl was totally uncomfortable with this topic of conversation. The first part of her story might be true – she might have looked in on them only to make sure that Artemisia was ok, which was sweet – but Artemisia knew damn well that what she saw that afternoon when her boyfriend got up to go to the bathroom after fucking her brains out was anything but someone concerned for her safety. It was a woman in sexual rapture just like herself. But rather than try to embarrass her in her fib, she decided on a different tactic. "You know, Rachel, my parents were Catholic and I grew up in a very strict household. I wasted so many of my young adult years feeling ashamed and guilty about my sexual desires. I'll never get those years back, and I probably would have had a lot more great sex in my life if I had not wasted so much time being so uptight about it. It's ok that you saw us and got aroused. It's nothing to be ashamed of and your reaction was perfectly natural and healthy." Hearing her words helped Rachel to relax a little bit, but she still could not look Artemisia in her eyes. "I just feel dirty, like some kind of pervert." "An attractive woman like you, I know you must have a boyfriend. Don't you two have sex?" "Well no, I mean, we mess around, we kiss and do some, uh, touching, but we are saving ourselves for marriage. And even when we are married, I doubt we'll be having the kind of sex you were having..." "Well, we were having anal sex, and I admit that doesn't seem to be what most people do-" "Wha-, what did you say?" Rachel exclaimed, flabbergasted at what she thought she heard. "Oh, honey, I thought you saw us and knew what we were doing?" Rachel was unable to believe her ears as the reality of what she had heard set in. "I did see you but I didn't see all that! I only saw his finger... I had no idea he actually put his... Jesus Christ, that's disgusting!" "Sweetie, did I look like I was disgusted?" Artemisia asked with a look of sinful indulgence on her face. "Well, no, I guess not." "I was having one of the most intense orgasms of my life, that's what I was!" "Oh my!" Rachel let out, and wished that she could take it back. Her intrigue was fighting her disgust and for her own sense of self, she wanted disgust to win. "You've got to be almost 30, right? You mean to tell me that you and your boyfriend are really not having sex? Not even oral sex?" Artemisia asked disbelievingly. "I actually tried to have sex a couple of times but it didn't go so well. So I figured, no need to endure both the guilt and the discomfort, I might as well wait for marriage," Rachel confessed. She finally looked up and met Artemisia's eyes. Seeing the sympathetic understanding there, she felt a little more at ease. With her new comfort level, they chatted for another hour. They talked about Rachel's relationship with her parents and with Kenny, and their decision to remain abstinent before marriage. Artemisia could sense that there was an independent spirit wanting to be let out in Rachel, and she determined that she would help her find that spirit if she could. Rachel also learned that Artemisia had been seeing her boyfriend for a while and he had come to visit many times but never stayed at her house because he was allergic to cats. But her cat had recently died and after de-dandering her house, the past weekend marked the first time that they would not have to stay in some hotel. The long two-hour drive from the Denver airport had them bursting at the seems when they arrived in Colorado Springs that afternoon, and Rachel just happened to be there to catch it all. Well, almost all of it. In her mind, she was still repulsed by the idea of anal sex. But hearing Artemisia describe it, however, as the best sex she ever had, left Rachel's body at odds with her moral values. Seeing the look of pure joy on Artemisia's face as she relayed the story and as she relived the memory herself, Rachel walked back to her house that evening very horny and with an irresistible impulse to call Kenny. She wasn't going to have sex with him, but she needed his hands on her in a big way. If he hurried, maybe she'd even give him a little surprise. -------(_*_)------- "Well, that was my intention," Rachel relayed to Artemisia as they sat talking again in Artemisia's kitchen one week later, "but I didn't really know what I was doing and the whole thing was kind of awkward. I thought I was doing an OK job – he was stiff and he seemed to be enjoying it – but after a few minutes he pushed me away all in a huff. He told me to stop, and I asked him why. He said we were going too far, and asked me why I was no longer sticking to our vow that we would wait until we were married?" "No he didn't?!" "Yes he did," said Rachel, voice trembling and eyes starting to water, "did I do something wrong?" "Is it what you wanted?" "Yes." "Does he care about you? Is he good to you?" Artemisia asked. "Yes." "Then you didn't do anything wrong. I am a reformed Catholic, and a lot of people – Catholics in particular – think that oral and anal sex do not count as losing your virginity. I don't necessarily believe all that, but I don't believe in virginity for virginity's sake anyway. If you want to marry this man, you should be intimate with him before you tie the knot... a lot! Actually, you should try on a lot of different shoes before you decide on a pair to buy, but if you're not willing to go that far, you should at least know what the sex is like with him. Sexual compatibility is not the most important thing in a relationship, but without it you're doomed. So you should find out if you two are compatible before you get married." "But I've held onto it this long, I might as well go all the way now," Rachel responded. "Sweetie," Artemisia said seriously, stepping closer and placing her hands on Rachel's shoulders, "our mothers and our grandmothers and our grandmothers' mothers suffered through sexless and passionless marriages and had to sit home and accept it while their husbands went out and found the hot sex on the side that they should have been having at home. They fought those battles and suffered through that so we don't have to." "I guess that makes some sense..." "But I can't believe he made you stop. Most guys want you down there all the time, doing it until your jaw aches and feels like it's about to lock!" Artemisia joked, bringing a pained smile out of Rachel. "Will you teach me?" Rachel spontaneously implored. She almost regretted them as soon as the words left her lips. "Teach you?" "Yes, teach me! Teach me how to do it so he doesn't want me to stop." "Well, it would be hard for me to teach you, especially with no one to practice on. That's it, really, you just need practice. And a willing subject, of course." "But now I feel all self conscious and insecure about it," Rachel explained. "I want to be an expert before I approach Kenny again." An idea popped into Artemisia's head. "Wait right here, I'll be right back." She got up from the kitchen table where the women were sharing tea and disappeared through the living room into her bedroom. She returned with a wicked smile on her face and a book in her hand which she handed to Rachel. "The Art of Oral Sex," Rachel read out loud. "Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed, flipping through the book and seeing some pretty graphic illustrations. "Borrow that for a while. It helped me a lot – that and watching porn, but I don't suppose you are quite ready for that?" Artemisia enquired and Rachel shook her head nervously. "Well, this should be a pretty good start." "But what about practicing? You said yourself I will need to practice." "I don't know... use a banana. Not too ripe; one with a little green in it should be firm enough. But practice on that for a little while and you should at least get to the point where you feel comfortable having him deep in your mouth." "Thank you," Rachel said, still a bit nervous at the fact that she was accepting a pornographic instruction manual, and even more troubled by the thought that Artemisia could just look at her and tell that she had every intention of taking that book home and scouring it for every little bit of information it had to give. "Keep it for as long as you like. In fact, it's yours. I don't have any more use for it. Once you are done with it, pass it on to some other deserving soul. And now if you'll excuse me, I need to go get ready. My man is coming back for a visit and I have to go pick him up from the airport. I'll likely be all tied up this weekend, but come see me next week and tell me how it goes." "I don't know if I'll give it to someone else, but I'll sure read it. Thanks again, Artemisia. This has made me feel much better." "Oh, and one more thing," Artemisia piped up. "When you show him your new talent – make sure he returns the favor. You deserve to get as good as you give!" Rachel didn't say anything but just blushed. She gave Artemisia a hug and ran home with her new book. -------(_*_)------- Rachel left Artemisia's house and entered her own to get her car keys, and then drove straight to the supermarket. "Is that it?" the supermarket clerk asked her after entering the $0.69-per-pound slightly green fruit in the register. "Yep, that's all. Just had a hunger for some bananas this evening," Rachel explained nervously. She took her fruit and almost ran out of the supermarket, suddenly self conscious and feeling like everyone knew what she was planning to do with her bananas. She sped home. For some reason, she was so excited to dive into the book. When she got home, she curled up with a blanket on her living room couch and started reading. The first part of the book was more about how to think about giving and receiving oral sex, and how no skill could overcome a reluctant or bad attitude about the practice. The first requisite, the book read, is simply to be committed to pleasing your partner selflessly. This, the book explained, is easy enough to achieve with love, genuine affection, or simply being a free spirit. Did she really love Kenny? She thought so, but how was she to be sure? She read further and found that the second requisite is to get over the fear of vulnerability. This is only possible, the book advised, if you are confident that your partner genuinely loves and or cares for you and your well being. Knowing that the other person is committed to your pleasure leaves you free to be committed and focused on theirs. Was this how Kenny felt about her? She hopped so, but again, how was she to be sure? The third and final requisite, the book advised, is to let go of any moral stigma that a person might attach to oral sex, performing it or otherwise. This, too, must be mutual. If either partner feels that the act is wrong or dirty, it will be hard for them to respect their partner for doing it. As further illustration, Rachel read how historically married men have been the most frequent visitors of prostitutes. She found this shocking and horrifying! 'Why would they need prostitutes if they were married?' she thought. Reading on, she learned that the married men that visited prostitutes were usually there for oral sex! It was something they felt their wives should not do, that it was morally wrong for a good woman (i.e., "wife material") to do such things, but for a whore it was acceptable. The Madonna/Whore complex, this was called. These men lusted for whores in their hearts, but married virgins or "virtuous" women out of a sense of propriety. A man's ego and insecurity contribute to this desire for women who have not been touched by other men, the author explained, but a mature man is comfortable enough to be happy with someone with the experience to be a good lover. Rachel was shocked. She let the book fall to her side and she sat back to take it all in. She realized that she had been brought up to think that way. She continued reading. As a consequence of these dalliances with prostitutes, these men often brought sexually transmitted diseases back home, risking the health of their wives and their children. All because they were too uptight to go down on each other! Headlights shining through her living room window alerted Rachel that it had gotten dark outside. She had been so engrossed in her reading that two hours had gone by! She glanced outside and saw Artemisia and her lover getting out of her car. In the glow of the street lamp she saw them kiss deeply before hurrying to Artemisia's door. Rachel's heart skipped a beat and she felt a twitch in her lower stomach. She recognized the tension in her and she was determined to fight it. It did, however, make her even more determined to return to her reading and improve on her technique. She felt that if she could get it down that night then maybe she could call Kenny. She put Artemisia out of her head and settled back down on the couch to continue her lesson. -------(_*_)------- No sooner than they were in the house then they were all over each other. Artemisia had a hungry fire in her and so did her boyfriend, Marcel. They had almost crashed on the way home as she tried to drive with his finger in her pussy. Periodically he withdrew it just to taste before slipping it back inside her. When they entered Artemisia's house, he threw her over the back of the couch and was about to thrust into her when she stopped him. "I think I want to fuck you in the bedroom, baby, we'll be much more comfortable in there." Subconsciously, Artemisia knew what she was doing, but she never voiced it in her head directly. When they walked in her bedroom – kissing as she walked backwards leading him by stroking his rigid cock – she even told herself as she broke the kiss to open a window that she was only doing it to give them some fresh air so it wouldn't get too hot. Briefly looking out the window, she also felt a twinge of disappointment to see that Rachel's window was closed and her curtains drawn. She didn't have time to reflect on what that was about. Her boyfriend pounced on her, and in the next minute he was deep in her pussy, pounding away... ------(_*_)------- In frustration Rachel tried again to see how much of the banana she could get down her throat. She was slowly able to take more and more but that was not what was bothering her. She couldn't really jack the banana off and practice the full technique advised in the book while she sucked. And with no live body on the other end to tell her how she was doing, she had no idea if she was getting it right. She felt silly. Plus, it all just made her wish that Kenny was there and that it was him on whom she was practicing. She was getting incredibly horny, and every once in a while she would also be reminded of the fact that Artemisia and her boyfriend were probably going at it hot and heavy by then. Pretty soon, she was laying on her back masturbating with one hand while the other hand guided the banana in an out of her mouth. She fantasized that it was Kenny in her mouth and she heard his moans, telling her how good she was, what an angel she was and how he couldn't wait to do the same for her. She couldn't resist biting into the banana and using her tongue to squish the mushy fruit around in her mouth, wondering what Kenny's seed would taste like and hoping it would be that sweet. Damn, she was hot. She never before had such lewd thoughts. Her panties and her fingers were soaked, she was at the edge, but she just needed that last push to get her over. Her mind raced back to the orgasm she had while watching Artemisia. Did she dare? No, no, no! She remembered how mortified she was at getting caught. Could she do it without getting caught? She didn't even know if they were in the bedroom or if the window was open. There was no way Artemisia would be so careless again. Should she check? Yes, she would. It was obviously safe because there was no way that Artemisia would carelessly leave the window open again and have sex right in front of it. So she could check and then call Kenny and ask him over. Rachel got up from her couch and walked to her bedroom, feeling kind of giddy and lightheaded at her naughtiness. She turned on her light but then thought better of it and turned it back off. "If I open the curtain and see them, better they can't look back and see me," she thought. She climbed up on her bed and drew back the curtains just an inch to peek through. Her breath stopped and her heart caught in her throat at the sight she saw. Artemisia was naked and facing her, holding onto her breasts as she bounced up and down on her lover, looking dead in the direction of Rachel's window. Rachel abruptly let the curtains close again. She was breathing hard and could feel her heart beating in her chest. She knew she should walk away but she couldn't. In spite of her shame at what she was feeling, she desperately wanted to watch. But Artemisia was looking right in her direction! Then she remembered – it was dark in her room. She could see out because Artemisia had a light on, but no one would be able to see back in her bedroom as long as it was totally dark. Feeling bold, Rachel slowly drew back the curtains. Not satisfied with only the picture, she also wanted the sound. So she slowly raised her window hoping that it would not creek and alert the couple that they again had voyeuristic company. Her ears were immediately greeted by Artemisia's vocal chords singing a chorus of raw passion. Rachel propped up some pillows to recline on, and then finally she removed her sweat pants and panties. No use lying to herself, she knew what she was there to do. She lay back to enjoy watching the couple have sex and her hand immediately started rubbing her clit. Her pussy was soaked all over again. Through Artemisia's Window Ch. 01 ------(_*_)------- Out of the corner of her eyes - squinted in passion - Artemisia caught glimpse of a flicker of light. Rachel's bedroom light, to be precise, coming on briefly and then quickly turning off again. She was engrossed in passion with the task at hand, riding up and down in Marcel's lap, his heat filling her hunger. She faced away from him so he could watch and play with her ass while she rode. Usually he had a preference to be very dominant when he fucked her, so he was usually on top. But giving him her ass to play with kept him placated enough to let her be on top and control the action for a little while. When she first climbed him and began to work her pussy over his dick, he spread her cheeks and placed his thumb right there, over her smaller, tighter hole. He began by just tapping it and watching it clinch in anticipation. When he was satisfied that she was hungry for more, he pressed his thumb against her anus but did not enter. This drove Artemisia crazy. He did this until she begged, begged him to enter her ass, to finger fuck her there. Still he made her wait. He always made her wait. She hated it and she loved it. Hated it because she thought she would die of desire, loved it because by prolonging her satisfaction he intensified it when she finally gained her release. Finally Marcel wet his thumb in her pussy nectar and began to slide it inside of her ass while she pumped her pussy over his hardness. She grabbed her breasts to rub and pinch her nipples to achieve the full body stimulation that she had come to love so much with their lovemaking. It was at that point that she caught the flicker of light in her neighbor's window. Rachel's curtains were closed, but just the thought that by chance she might look out and catch the horny couple in the act again sent a fresh flood out of Artemisia's pussy. She released her breasts and bent over, supporting her weight by putting her hands on his knees, so she could fuck him harder. She looked down between them and could see his dick every time it emerged from inside her, all slick with her juices. This was something they both loved – watching him going in and out of her. The musty smell of sex was thick in the air. Most often she was in a position where she could not enjoy the sight of him thrusting in and out of her, so she took full advantage of the opportunity to watch the lusty act. This angle also gave him better access to her ass, and he wasted no time in letting his fingers increase their assault on her tender anus. She moaned her approval at his ministrations. "That's it baby, work that pussy on my dick while I finger-fuck your ass!" "Yes!, my god, do it, baby! She needs you inside her!" "I love watching your ass, and I love watching you give your ass to me!" "She's all yours, you know she's all yours! Do what ever you want with her..." While her ass was finger fucked Artemisia continued to pump her hips over him vigorously. She looked up and out of her window, and that is when she saw that the curtains had been drawn and the window was up. It was dark and she could not see inside to see if Rachel was watching, but her gut told her that she likely was. It turned Artemisia on immensely, more so than she already was; something she did not think was possible. If Rachel was watching, Artemisia decided she was going to give her a great performance. She would start by teaching her just how to give a good blowjob! -------(_*_)------- Rachel was on fire watching the two lovers go at it. Artemisia was now riding bent forward instead of sitting up straight, and was pumping her pussy down on her lover's cock with force. Every fourth stroke or so she would grind herself on his shaft while it was fully inside her then resume her aerial bombardment. Rachel could also hear how dirty they talked to each other while they were fucking, and she was surprised to learn that it, too, was a turn on for her. Artemisia was teaching her more about herself every day. What she saw next shocked her. Artemisia lifted her pussy completely off her lover's dick and backed up to lower it onto his face. Rachel could see his mouth and jaw working as his tongue slithered into her hot wet folds. Then Artemisia took his glistening rod in her hand to stand it up straight in the air. Rachel could see light reflecting off of it giving away its wetness. Artemisia looked at it with lust-filled eyes for a few seconds before looking directly over into Rachel's window. Rachel's heart stopped as it seemed that Artemisia was looking right at her! She stopped masturbating and sat there, wondering what to do and fearing that she was caught. Her heart was in her throat and her pulse was racing. There would be no excuses this time. Could Artemisia even see inside her bedroom? It was dark, she was pretty sure no one could see anything – she could deny it. But should she stop and close the window or just keep going? Would Artemisia keep having sex knowing she was being watched? Would they go to another room or close their own curtains? All these thoughts raced through Rachel's mind as she sat there frozen for what seemed like an eternity. What happened next was even more shocking to her. Artemisia seemed to wink at her, knowingly, and with that, sank her mouth down on her lover's throbbing cock and began to suck him earnestly. Rachel looked on in awe. She watched Artemisia lick the shaft all over and rub it all over her face, and then stuff as much of it into her mouth as she possibly could. With one hand she jacked him off while her mouth followed her hand up and down. The rhythmic bulging in Artemisia's cheeks told Rachel that the woman's tongue was working overtime lavishing extra attention on the sensitive head to compliment the sucking motion of her lips. Rachel didn't know what to do or think. Should she continue watching, knowing that Artemisia knew she was watching? Even though she seemed to be ok with it? Was Rachel ok with it? Her body made the decision for her, as her hand involuntarily resumed its attention to her clit. For now, she would have to be ok with it. She was past the point of no return and she needed the release that the huge orgasm building inside her promised. -------(_*_)------- As Artemisia hungrily sucked Marcel in and out of her mouth he ate her pussy with reverence. She was inspired, though, to suck him even more passionately when his mouth traveled up from her pussy to deliver an intimate kiss to her puckered anus. She had taken the time to prepare for him, and his tongue thanked her for the sweet clean and fresh-smelling ass she presented. He slid his tongue over the ridges of her tight little star before pressing its tip at her center to gain entry. As she relaxed for him, he began a gradual tongue fucking of her ass, and it drove her wild. The only problem with this, Artemisia thought, was that Rachel was missing out on observing the deliciously lewd act, unable to see it from their position. If she couldn't see the action, Artemisia decided, she should at least here it. "Marcel," she moaned, "I love when you lick my ass while eating my pussy!" Artemisia exclaimed, loud enough for her neighbor to hear, taking her mouth off of his dick for a second. No sooner had she said it then she plunged her lips back over his cock and tried to force it down her throat. 'My God,' she thought to herself. Being dirty got her so hot! She laughed to herself wickedly, knowing the effect her words must be having on her young and innocent neighbor. As she got more and more turned on it just increased her boldness. "Yes, baby, tongue fuck my ass!" she yelled, pressing her ass back onto his face. "I love it when you do that to my ass... gets her so ready for your dick! Mmmm," she moaned, resuming her sucking, still loud enough for Rachel to hear. But she didn't just want Rachel to hear, she wanted her to see. She wanted her to see just how wonderful uninhibited sex could be. And being watched was turning her on tremendously, there was no denying it. She would have to figure out what it all meant later. But for that moment, she was going to just go with it and enjoy the experience. She thought about what she could do to make sure Rachel saw all the action. Coming up with an idea, she dismounted from her lover completely and asked him to turn over on his knees. "I wanna give you a treat now, baby, let me return the favor," she said. Marcel realized she was in a particularly raunchy mood, which turned him on even more. How could he resist such a request? -------(_*_)------- Rachel couldn't believe her ears or her eyes. She was prepared to watch some hot sex, she was not prepared for the filthy raunchiness that was being displayed before her. She was appalled to see Artemisia's lover get out from under her and bend over, only for Artemisia to bend down and begin licking up and down the crack of his ass before settling in the center. Then she was even more appalled to watch them switch places so he could do the same to her. In her mind, she told herself she was disgusted, but her body said otherwise. The grunts and moans emanating from the window told the story of lovers in ecstasy. And the looks on their faces told the same story. Rachel's body responded on its own while her mind tried to make sense of it. She rubbed her clit more vigorously as her orgasm charged toward her like a freight train. That orgasm came as Artemisia's lover told her to lie down flat on her stomach. She did so with her legs pointing out toward the window and her ass slightly arched into the air. "Now spread your cheeks for me baby and let me see that pussy," he commanded. "I'm gonna pound that sweet pussy of yours some more, then I'm going to fuck your ass." Rachel had a perfect vantage point to watch him climb over Artemisia, placing his legs on either side of her, and then lower his dick into her waiting and spread pussy. A raw passion took over as he started slamming his hips down into her, driving his dick into her with a savage force. She could hear Artemisia screaming her approval, and it was all too much for Rachel. She lost it, her own orgasm sending her body into convulsions. She heard louder, closer screaming and realized it shock that it was her own voice, yelling out her own passionate release. Her orgasm went on and on, lasting almost five minutes, driven on by the relentless fucking Artemisia was receiving. Her own pussy grew demandingly hungry, needing something much more than just some fingers rubbing her clit. She took her other hand and shoved two fingers inside of herself while she continued rubbing her pleasure center. -------(_*_)------- Artemisia was so turned on getting fucked so wildly while her neighbor watched that she was near orgasm without any anal stimulation. Lately, she had come to enjoy their anal play so much that it was usually having something in her ass – his fingers, a toy, or his driving cock – that brought on her climax. But now, both of his hands were on either side of her head supporting his weight as he pounded into her pussy. She wasn't even rubbing her clit as both her hands were occupied spreading herself as wide as possible, hoping that Rachel was getting a good view. Just knowing that Rachel might be watching, was probably watching, gave Artemisia all the added rush necessary. She begged Marcel to let her go over the edge. "Baby I'm so close... tell me when, tell me when to cum!" Instead of granting her request, he backed up off of her to bring her hips higher in the air and then resumed fucking her in a classic doggie style. The loud sound of his hand slapping her right buttock pre-empted his reply: "You know there's no cuming until I'm fucking your ass!" he said, followed by two more slaps in quick succession. "What's gotten into you?" he asked, spanking her again. "I haven't even put your toy in there yet!" "Oh God yes! Spank my ass! And yes, put it in my ass. Get her all ready for you." Marcel reached over toward the night stand for a large pink butt plug they used as part of their sexual play to stretch Artemisia's anus and get it ready for fucking. It was about as fat as a large cucumber at its thickest point, and it was the second butt plug toy they had bought together. The first was much smaller – back when Artemisia didn't think her ass could take much in it. These toys had become a regular part of their sex play. Artemisia was on fire, and when he spanked her ass while he fucked her, it just brought her all the more close to orgasm. "Is that ass hungry for me? She want me to feed her?" he demanded. "Yes!!!," she growled. "Put it in me and get her ready for you. That's what I really want inside me!" A now free hand shot to her pussy and began to masturbate while he continued fucking her. She was close, real close, and she didn't know if she would be able to hold it this time. Then suddenly she felt something cold and wet land directly on her anus. A second later it was followed by an insistent thumb demanding entrance. She quickly relaxed to accept the oh-so-welcome invader. Within a minute she was getting finger-fucked in her ass in alternate strokes of the fucking her pussy continued to take. Artemisia was in heaven. She had to stop playing with her clit to refrain from coming before he gave her permission. The only problem was, with his back to the window, she knew Rachel wasn't getting to see what he was doing to her ass. She desperately wanted Rachel to see, and she thought about how she could orchestrate this without being too obvious. She needed to think of something quick, because he withdrew his thumb from her ass and reached for their toy. -------(_*_)------- Rachel was working her way up to another orgasm. Every time Artemisia took another slap on the ass while he fucked her brought forth a static charge of increased arousal. She certainly never imagined that she would be watching a couple have very raunchy and graphic sex while she masturbated. What had become of her? In just a few short weeks, oh how she was changing. Rachel's breath caught in her throat when she observed Artemisia's lover reaching for some weird, conical-shaped pink object. She had no idea of what it was for or what they would do with it. She had heard of fake penises, dildos and vibrators, but what he held didn't look like any penis, so she was confused. Before they did do anything with it, Artemisia abruptly turned around and took her lover's penis into her mouth once again, pushing him back on the bed. -------(_*_)------- Artemisia could not believe how dirty of a mood she was in. She took her mouth off of him just long enough to exclaim, loud enough for Rachel to hear, "God, I love sucking my pussy off your cock!" then her mouth engulfed him again, getting him as deep in her throat as possible. And she knew her dirty mood was turning him on, which turned her on even more. She could feel his dick throbbing in her mouth involuntarily and knew that she was not the only one on the verge of orgasm. Not wanting to spoil her ending, she stopped sucking him and repositioned herself on all fours. This time, however, instead of her ass facing directly out the window, she angled it a bit. This way, when he got behind her to put the butt plug in her ass, Rachel would hopefully be able to see exactly what he was doing. She once again felt a dollop of lube splash against her anus causing it to twitch in anticipation. She was so hungry for it! She could hear Marcel lathering lube on the butt plug as well, making her groan in anticipation. "Ok, baby, spread your cheeks and relax for me. Let me in." Artemisia did as she was told and spread her ass wide for his and her gaze. She always loved exposing herself for him but was still a little shocked at how much she was enjoying being an exhibitionist for a third party. It wasn't something she would ever do out in public but for some reason it felt safe in the confines of her bedroom, under circumstances where she could pretend she did not know she was being watched. Whatever the reason, she was so turned on that it did not matter at that moment. She relaxed her anus with eager excitement. "I can't wait to have you both in me!" Marcel began by pushing his long and thick middle finger into Artemisia's anus to spread the lube around and to increase her arousal. He angled his finger downward to locate her g-spot through her rectal and vaginal walls and began a steady pressure massage of it, forcing his finger in an out. He kept this up for a few minutes until he saw her pussy begin to leak wetness and felt her asshole really relax for him. Then he slowly withdrew his finger and placed the butt plug along her crack and began to tease her ass with it, pushing it in a little bit before withdrawing it and watching her hole clinch as if blowing him a puckered kiss. This always made Artemisia get absolutely drenched. When he finally slid the butt plug all the way inside her, she distinctly heard a gasp and an audible 'oh my god!' come through her window. The final confirmation that they had an audience of Rachel was all Artemisia could take. As her sphincter closed around the toy's tapered end, she reached the point of no return. Apparently, so was her lover. He wasted no time slamming his dick back inside her pussy once the butt plug was securely in her ass. He took a fierce grip of her waist and pulled her back into his slamming hips. Artemisia was beside herself. With the butt plug inside her ass, the pressure in her pussy was twice as tight. This meant she could feel every ridge and every vein on his turgid, throbbing shaft as it slammed in and out of her. She was wondrously full. Every nerve ending in her lower body was on fire. "I'm gonna cum, baby! I can't stop it, I'm gonna cum! Oh shit, oh fuck, oh goooooddddd.....!!!!!" Marcel continued fucking her through her orgasm. Artemisia didn't think it was possible, but his thrusts into her pussy actually got stronger, harder, and faster. She knew he was also at the point of no return, and she knew exactly what would be the correct climax for this performance. "Yes, baby, cum with me! Cum with me! Cum in my mouth and let me taste you!" Marcel had every intention of waiting to fuck her ass but this was just too much. Something had Artemisia in a very slutty mood and it was killing his willpower to hold back his orgasm. He was already grunting with the force and effort he was putting into fucking her pussy. His large hands dug into her hips as his muscular arms pulled her back against his relentless pistoning. Her cunt was drenched and clung to him oh so tightly with the dildo in her ass. He was a goner and there was no use fighting it. With one final lunge into her and one final "Unnnnnggggghhhhhh!!!!!" he pulled out of her mushy center. "Sweet Jesus, baby, bring me that sweet mouth!" Artemisia hurriedly turned to capture his exploding tip with her lips and sucked it dry, swallowing every drop. As she sucked and swirled her tongue around his head, she heard a faint and strained "Oh shit... oh fuck... oh god!" through her window and she knew that Rachel, too, was enjoying her own orgasm. She didn't have a chance to bask in her own afterglow but this was well worth it. Marcel's body convulsed through his orgasm until finally he was too sensitive to receive any more attention from her and then collapsed onto his back. Artemisia climbed over his chest to give him the hottest, wettest, and most passionate kiss they may have ever shared. Then she, too, collapsed on his chest facing out her window and looked into the dark abyss next door. She gave Rachel a huge smile and a wink and then nodded off to sleep. Through Artemisia's Window Ch. 02 After a series of orgasms so intense, Rachel slept more soundly that night than she had in a long while. When she awoke -- well past 10 AM, something she never did -- she had some serious soul searching to do. Her behavior the previous night was shocking enough, but her reaction to what she observed shocked her even more. It was one thing to watch, quite another to get off on it. Rubbing sleep out of her eyes, she could still smell herself on her fingers from the night before and a fresh wave of guilt washed over her. She struggled to make sense of the fact that whatever her mind's ideal of proper sexual behavior, her body responded in an undeniable way to acts directly contradictory to those ideals. And now that her body had been awakened to a new level of orgasmic possibility, she hungered for more. She was not sure if she wanted it, but she was sure that she needed more. Artemisia and her lover continued their performances for Rachel every evening for the rest of the weekend. They somehow established an unspoken rule not to play their voyeuristic game during the day. Artemisia drew her curtains and closed her window in the mornings, or else they would disappear into some other unseen part of the house. That was just as well for Rachel -- during the day, the sunlight streaking into her window made it possible for a reciprocal gaze of which she was not ready to receive. It was one thing to masturbate anonymously in the dark -- it was quite another to put oneself on display so that others could watch. Rachel was already ashamed of her behavior. Even though it was obvious that Artemisia was inviting her to watch, Rachel had no desire to go from shameful to shameless. What Rachel did know was that she was having the most intense orgasms of her life masturbating while watching the lewd acts between Artemisia and her lover. She even insisted that Kenny take her out during the day on Saturday so as to make sure she was home to catch Artemisia and her lover having sex that night. Kenny took her for a mid-day movie and then a nice afternoon picnic in Memorial Park that included a walk around Prospect Lake. There were birds in the water and some early wild flowers were in bloom. The smell of spring was in the air. As they lay on the blanket in the afternoon sun holding hands and looking up at the clouds forming shapes in the deep blue of the vast Midwestern sky, a need overtook Rachel. The scent of new life in the air, the heat of the sun as it kissed her face and her body, and just the touch of Kenny's strong hand in hers made her want him. She wanted to kiss him and she wanted the feel of his hands and his lips on her body. Truthfully, she wanted him to handle her like Artemisia's lover handled Artemisia: strong and confident. Kenny began to kiss her but after five minutes she had to make him stop and take her to his house. She wanted to do things with him that required a little more privacy than just a blanket laid out on the grass in a public park. -------(_*_)------- Kenny understood her signal of lust and sped home, though he was conflicted. Rachel seemed to be losing her boundaries of acceptable pre-marital behavior. On the one hand, Kenny enjoyed their expanded catalogue of acceptable play, but he also wondered what was inspiring such unchaste behavior in the good Christian girl he planned to marry. He used to be the one that pushed the boundaries on their dates, but lately the tables had turned and Rachel was now the driving force behind taking things further. He did enjoy their dates together, but guilt always nagged at him in the aftermath. It didn't seem to nag at her, and that worried him. Kenny was fully aware that these principles were rare among his male peers. He had not always thought this way, but had come to this conclusion after watching his mom and his older sister suffer at the hands of men who seemed to use them for sex with very little regard for them as people. Kenny never knew his dad, and always felt that if his mother and sister had remained chaste then no man could have taken advantage of them in that way. Because he felt Rachel was special, he wanted to make sure to treat her right, like a lady. But it was still hard on their dates to control their desires. Before, Rachel used to stop things before they went too far. Lately, he was the one worrying that they should slow down. What also worried Kenny was the fact that Rachel seemed different. She had a new-found sexual energy and awareness. She seemed to know what she was doing whereas before she had been pretty innocent of how to please a lover. Kenny had a nagging suspicion that someone else was teaching her new tricks and he was trying not to think the worst and get jealous. He was conflicted. She made him insanely horny and he wanted her desperately. But he was also worried that Rachel was losing her innocence, and if she was losing it due to cheating on him with someone else, that was unacceptable. But he was scared to bring it up, scared to know the answer either way. -------(_*_)------- That Saturday was no different. Barely into Kenny's apartment they were kissing passionately and all over each other. It used to take Kenny an hour or more before Rachel would let him take off her bra and play with her nipples. On this afternoon, she helped him undo her bra and brazenly opened her legs to allow Kenny's hand free access under her sun dress so he could play with her vagina while sucking on the hard nubs that had grown at the tips of her breasts. Kenny wasted no time nudging her panties aside to let his fingers play in her wet folds. That had become Rachel's favorite, though secretly she wished that Kenny would use more than just his hands to play with her down there. She wanted to do more for him than just jerk him off and wanted him to do more to her as well. But she could never voice such desires, and she was too ashamed of her feelings to make the first move. Her body was on fire, however, and if she couldn't get Kenny to do more to kindle her flames, she didn't know what might happen. As Kenny continued to suck on her breasts Rachel's mind drifted to the oral attention Artemisia and her lover bestowed upon each other. It was so free, so loving, and so incredibly sinful and dirty all at the same time. She shuddered as she pictured Kenny doing the same to her. Would he dare kiss her down there? Just the thought of it sent a gush of wetness out of her, and she grabbed onto Kenny's hand, shoving his finger deeper into her. "Use two fingers," she whispered desperately toward his ear, swirling her tongue along the fleshy little lobe. She needed more of him inside her. She wanted to feel full. Something had to satiate that aching emptiness inside her vagina that yearned to be filled. Yet she could not find the words to ask Kenny to do so. A memory flashed through her mind of how dirty Artemisia and her lover talked to each other when they were having sex. The vision caused her juices to flow, flooding Kenny's already slick fingers. She had never even said the word, "pussy." Could she? Would she dare? "Yesss" she whispered in his ear, "put another finger in my... in my... in me. Put another one in me, Kenny!" No, she just could not bring herself to say it. What confused her so much was why she even wanted to in the first place? Kenny did as he was told, however, and groaned at how wet and welcoming she was for him that allowed his second digit to slip in so easily. Feeling Rachel so wet for him had Kenny hot and hard as a rock. When she felt his erection digging into her thigh, Rachel reached down and rubbed it through his pants. To give her easier access Kenny removed his hand from between her legs to unbuckle his belt and then resumed fingering her sex and sucking on her tits. Rachel licked the palm of her hand to wet it and then took advantage of the easier access she had been given. With what they were doing to each other and because of their mutual inexperience, they were both on the verge of cuming. Rachel could smell her arousal as Kenny fingered her more urgently, her juices oozing out to her thighs. Frantically and near desperately he pulled her underwear off and Rachel tried to push down his pants. She became frustrated when she could not get them all the way off because he still had on his shoes. She waited, expecting him to take his pants the rest of the way off and then she would give him the special treat of taking him into her mouth. But Kenny was lost to his need at this point and was so heated he couldn't wait. With inexperienced exuberance he awkwardly pushed himself between her legs with his pants still around his ankles. He then kissed Rachel passionately as he reached down and tried to find his target. Rachel had to stop him -- things were moving too fast. "Wait!" "What's wrong?" Kenny asked. Rachel thought about it for a moment that seemed like an eternity. She looked down at Kenny holding his penis in his hand. It was hard and throbbing and certainly hungry for her. She had to admit that she was hungry for it, but she hadn't expected to consume it so fully on this occasion. She was changing... A month ago, she was sure she wanted to wait until she was married. Now she was tempted to say yes right there and right then. "Do you have any condoms with you?" she asked. "No, do you?" "No, I don't," Rachel admitted dejectedly. "I guess we better stop." "Come on, babe. We're gonna get married soon anyway, we can do it this once and be okay," Kenny argued. "I can pull out." He started to aim for her center and push himself forward and Rachel reached out to his abdomen to hold him back with her hand. Kenny looked at her pleadingly and she thought about it. Feeling the heat of his head rubbing into her slit had her very tempted but then she imagined getting pregnant and her mother's face popped into her head, looking at her with a look of shame. This was not going how Rachel had planned. She was hoping to try out her new oral sex lessons and then hoping maybe Kenny would do the same for her -- a nice, relatively safe way for them to have some romantic fun that afternoon. Instead, things were going much less smoothly and here he was asking her to risk an unwanted pregnancy. 'This is why it is a bad idea for good Christians to take part in such "gateway" behaviors,' she heard her mother say in the back of her head. Oh God! Was she becoming like her mother? That alone was almost reason enough to have sex right there! She thought better of it, though. Risking getting pregnant to spite her mother was not on her list of things to do. Reluctantly, she pushed Kenny off of her. "No, I think we better stop." "Shit, Rachel! You can't keep doing this to me! Lately you've been acting like you want it and you get me all worked up but then you keep making me stop. That's not fair!" Kenny complained. "I'm not trying to be a tease, honest, I was..." "Well, that's what you're doing!" Kenny interrupted, anger thick in his voice. "You don't have to yell at me," Rachel yelled back, also getting angry. She had so much she wanted to say but the words didn't come. She couldn't bring herself to admit out loud that she actually wanted to give him a blowjob. To do so seemed just too slutty. So Rachel sat there and said nothing, and she was mad at herself for letting the afternoon go so horribly wrong. They put their clothes back on in silence. It was pretty much understood that the date was over. Rachel felt like a complete failure. The silence continued as he drove her home. Kenny still seemed mad at her, and that made her even more upset at the whole situation; and very confused. What was happening to her, to her values? When they reached her house, Kenny stopped the car but did not turn off the engine or indicate that he was interested in walking her to her door. He just sat there staring out the front windshield. This made Rachel even more upset. After a minute she opened her door and got out of the car. Before closing the door she leaned in and looked over at Kenny. "For your information, I wasn't trying to be a tease. I was trying to do something sweet. But since all you can do is pout and be mad, I guess you won't know what that was, will you?" With that, Rachel turned and walked toward her house. Kenny drove off before she could even get her house keys out of her purse. ------(_*_)------- Artemisia emerged from her bath and kissed Marcel as he sat reading the newspaper at her breakfast table. Then she went to prepare herself a cup of tea. She needed the strong aroma and earthy flavors of the English black tea leaves to get her days started -- a ritual around which one could write a long chapter about the history of the British Empire. She sat down to join her lover at the table with her tea and a bowl of yogurt sprinkled with granola. They looked at each other with lusty smiles, both remembering the events of the previous evening. "Whatcha thinkin'?" Artemisia asked, barely able to contain a teenage giggle. "Nothing really, just thinking about all the sick and depraved things I did to you last night, of course!" her lover responded in a faux British accent. They both laughed at their silliness. "What got into you?" he inquired. "Why, all the sick and depraved things you put in me, but of course!" she responded in her own faux British accent, blushing and grinning wickedly. Marcel laughed along but he knew something was up. He was pretty sure that while they were having sex he had heard the sounds of another couple having sex coming through her window. But he had obviously been too preoccupied to investigate any further. He didn't know if Artemisia knew or was in on arranging it, but he did know that their sex was especially hot the previous night -- hotter than usual which was really saying something for them. He had no desire to disrupt it, whatever it was, so he decided he would not push the topic any further. However, he couldn't wait to duplicate the experience. They had sex after breakfast but it was in the living room. It was hot but didn't have the energy of the previous night. Afterwards they showered together then got dressed and headed out to enjoy the beautiful day. ------(_*_)------- Rachel was upset, hurt, confused and sexually frustrated all at the same time. With Artemisia and her lover things went so smoothly. With her and Kenny everything was awkward and complicated. She didn't know what that meant, and she didn't know what to do or who to talk to in order to figure out what it meant. She decided a good long soak in the bath would do her good. She undressed and regarded herself in the mirror. For the first time in her life she was struck by the hairiness of her pubes. Not since the last time she wore a swimsuit had she thought about them, and then those thoughts were only about 'trimming the hedges' to fit the lines of the bathing suit, as her mother would call it. But this time was different, and she wondered about the abnormality of having pubes so hairy. What made her have such thoughts? Her mind immediately flashed back to the image of Artemisia lying on her stomach with her hips slightly raised. Rachel remembered the rush she experienced watching Artemisia's lover sink his penis into her sex from that position and it dawned on her why she could see all those details so well: Artemisia was completely shaved. The memory made her blush, and only left her frustrations further stirred. The erotic thoughts continued as Rachel soaked in the tub. She sank down in the water lifting her knees until her chin just touched the water. Soon she was fantasizing about what might have happened that afternoon had things with Kenny gone as planned. Her breath quickened and she opened her eyes to find her pelvis thrusting up and out of the water; she was rubbing the soap between her legs so thoroughly so as to be long past merely bathing. A frothy lather covered her mound, and on impulse she reached for her razor. When she was done only a small triangle of hair above her labia remained. Her lips felt so soft and smooth and she could not help imagining how Kenny's tongue would feel down there, licking her as Artemisia's lover had. Eventually, those thoughts only brought back her frustration at how wrong things had gone that afternoon with Kenny. She exited the tub and let out the water, wondering what she would do about her relationship. The soak left her more exhausted than relaxed. As she walked to her bedroom Rachel began to feel what a difference having shaved pubes made. Just walking around became an amazingly stimulating experience. The lips of her sex rubbed together in a way that produced an exquisite arousal. However, it was even more frustrating given her botched afternoon with Kenny. She glanced over at her bedroom window. Her curtain was closed but the window itself was open. It was warm so she appreciated the breeze. Artemisia's car was not there when she got home, and pulling the curtain back to glance across the way, she saw no life in her neighbor's small home. Rachel let the curtains fall back and fell back on her bed. The last thing she remembered before falling asleep was wondering if she was losing her soul in her sexual journey. ------(_*_)------- Artemisia could not contain her excitement as she pulled up in front of her house. She and Marcel had spent a very mischievous afternoon together, culminating in a visit to the local sex shop. They spent a whole hour in the store, milling over what new toy they would like to try. Artemisia was amazed at how comfortable and free she felt as they giggled and gave each other sly looks anticipating the fun they might have with the various dildos and vibrators. The whole adventure was like an entire afternoon of extended foreplay. They finally decided upon a knobbed anal silicon dildo. The knobs started small near the tip and gradually increased in size, the final one about the size of a lime. Each knob was separated by a half inch of narrow silicon. The largest knob was thicker in girth than the pink butt plug they currently used for anal foreplay. Artemisia didn't know if she would be able to fit it inside her, but her pussy was dripping with anticipation and she could not wait to try. As they stood at the counter to pay for the dildo, Marcel stood directly behind her and drew her back against his body so she could feel his hardness. They were both excited to get home and try out their new toy! Back at her house, Marcel knew to take her directly into the bedroom. As he undressed, Artemisia went over to the window and opened it to "give them some air." He wasn't buying that explanation but he wasn't going to challenge her on it either. He would just pay closer attention that night to what was going on. Artemisia stripped out of her clothes to reveal a light purple bra and matching boy shorts. The boy shorts showed off her ass beautifully. She had bought them just for that purpose. Artemisia grew up being most proud of her breasts, and all her previous lovers lavished them with attention. But Marcel barely paid any attention to her breasts. He was all about her ass. Prior to their relationship, she had tried anal sex once unsuccessfully, and never had the urge to try it again. But Marcel established a level of love and trust with her that allowed her to feel comfortable enough with him to let him explore. He taught her that her anus was truly an erogenous zone, and she never looked back. More and more she began to see her ass as a source of power -- power in terms of how aroused it made her lover, and power in terms of the amazing orgasms she achieved from anal sex. For the first time in her life, she was squirting when she came. In her prior relationships she wondered if the female ejaculation was a myth. Now, it was a constant feature of their lovemaking when he was in her ass. It was a "hole" new world that had been opened to her, and she relished it, giggling to herself at her cheeky pun. Through Artemisia's Window Ch. 02 Of course, this new world was not without its cost. For all the pleasure they derived from anal sex they paid for in added preparation. But even this had turned into a romantic form of foreplay. Before the deed, Marcel would give her an enema to clean her out. He took such good care of her ass, even after the deed, rubbing a soothing ointment on her if he had given her a particularly rough pounding. She loved it when he fucked her so savagely, but it did leave her tender for the next 24 hours or so. Rubbing a little ointment into her anus helped her heal quickly to be ready for his next assault. And ready she was, as she boldly sucked his cock right in front of her window. Marcel had decided to really push the envelope with this window business, so he followed her over to the window and after she opened it he pushed her down on her knees and greeted her with his hard shaft right at eye level. If they were going to be performing for someone, he was going to do his part to make sure the performance was a memorable one. Artemisia wasted no time and eagerly took him into her between her lips. She used her tongue to welcome him there. --------(_*_)-------- "Fuck yeah! God, just like that baby, suck it deep in your throat." Those were the words that brought Rachel out of her sleep. Not just because of the words themselves, but because of how close to her they sounded. As Rachel opened her eyes, she was surrounded in darkness, signaling that the night time was upon her. She remembered that she was in her room on her bed after taking a long bath. She heard a deep voice say, "Oh God yes, baby, do that shit!" and it brought her right back in to the present, and she realized that Artemisia and her lover must be going at it. But why did they sound so close? Rachel could here them much better than she could the other night. She cautiously opened her curtains and got her first shock of the evening. Artemisia and her lover were directly in front of their window. Because they were not on the bed, they were about 6 feet closer to Rachel's window. The window and curtains were open, but because they were so close the light was behind them and they were mostly one dark profile. Artemisia was on her knees, and her face was buried in her lover's crotch. His testicles were pressed up firmly against her chin, and her nose was buried in his pubic hairs. Somehow, seeing their shadowy figures in profile like that made it even more arousing. Rachel thought Artemisia was smelling him -- which she found strange -- but then she got her second surprise of the night as she watched Artemisia's head back away and saw her lover's very long and very hard penis emerge from her lips. --------(_*_)-------- Artemisia and Marcel both heard a gasp of surprise followed by, "Oh my God!" emerge from the window of their neighbor's house. Artemisia knew that Rachel was watching her deep throat and looked up at Marcel to see if he had also registered that they had an audience. For a moment she was very nervous wondering what her lover would do and if he would be ok with it. To make sure he was ok with it, she swirled her tongue around his tip and then swallowed him back into her throat. His eyes shut, his head rolled back, and his knees slightly buckled at the pleasure she gave him. He put one hand on the window sill and with the other ran his fingers through her hair and held her mouth down on him, savoring the intensity of it all. When he opened his eyes again, he smiled down at her, and Artemisia knew she had him and it would be no problem. She winked at him and bobbed her head into his crotch. -------(_*_)------- Rachel slapped her hand over her mouth realizing how loud she had spoken. Hoping they didn't hear her. If they had, it did not make them stop what they were doing. She could not believe her eyes. 'How was that possible?' she thought to herself. Artemisia's lover was no small boy, but she was somehow managing to get all of him in her mouth and down her throat. Loud slurping sounds were coming through her window as Artemisia sucked him in a frenzy. Rachel watched as she pulled his rigid hardness out of her throat and bent her head to feast on his balls. Artemisia sucked each of them into her mouth and rolled them around with her tongue, eliciting a loud groan from her lover. Rachel realized that her pussy was soaked, which she now felt much more keenly being shaved. Her lips exquisitely slid together with every slight movement of her legs, driving her crazy. She immediately stripped off the T-shirt and pair of panties in which she was sleeping, and sank her fingers into her hungry pussy, watching Artemisia and her lover go at it. Artemisia let his balls slip wetly out of her mouth and licked her way up the length of his dick, taking the time to lick all over his head before shoving it back into her mouth. "Oh fuck, 'Meish," he protested using his pet name for her, "I need to stop before I cum already," Rachel heard him say. He pulled his dick from her but Artemisia greedily followed him with her mouth to give him one last suck before allowing him to help her stand. They kissed fervently, their hands playing in each other's crotches, before he instructed her to sit on the edge of the bed closest to the window. Artemisia laid back and spread her legs, giving Rachel a lewd direct view right into her pussy. Her lover went to the head of the bed and grabbed some pillows and then returned to Artemisia and instructed her to raise her hips. She did and he put the pillows underneath her butt, raising her crotch to just the right level so he could get on his knees on the floor before her and begin his feast. Artemisia stretched her legs further apart as her lover lowered his head to her oozing sex. He did not go to her center right away, but instead began to lick and nibble on her inner thighs. The teasing drove Artemisia wild. "Oh God Marcel, don't tease me, put your mouth on me, please!" Rachel heard her say. Her lover apparently ignored her, and continued to suck on her inner thighs, rubbing the areas where his mouth wasn't. Then Rachel saw his head turn directly to Artemisia's sex. From this angle, she could not see what he was doing to her but they were so close she could hear. Rachel heard a sharp intake of breath through his nose. "Mmmmm, sweetie you smell so delicious, making me so hungry for you," Rachel heard him growl. Rachel could smell herself in the room and wondered if he would also think she smelled delicious. She imagined him between her thighs about to worship her... pussy and almost came right then. She guiltily switched her mental image to put Kenny in his place. Would Kenny think she smelled delicious? If only Kenny was hear eating her like this while she watched! She was taken aback by her wicked thought, but too far gone now to care. Artemisia's lover was done smelling her and was now eating her pussy with abandon. Rachel could only see the back of his head moving excitedly, but she knew what he was doing from Artemisia's screams and moans. Plus, Rachel could just barely hear him slurping. It had her on the verge, and she knew it would not be long before she came. -------(_*_)------- Marcel took Artemisia's clit between his lips and sucked it, lashing it with his tongue. Then he licked down her slit and stuck his tongue in her pussy as far as it would go, swirling it around. He tongue fucked her like that, twirling his tongue inside her before pulling out then stabbing it back inside of her. He had a marvelously long tongue, and Artemisia was thanking God every time it snaked into her. "Oh God, yes, tongue fuck me, just like that! Ahhhh Jesus that's good!" Marcel did this for a minute before sliding his tongue back up through her labia to suck on her clit some more. He continued to alternate between the two, holding Artemisia's legs spread wide for him, and feasting on her. When Artemisia was close to cuming, Marcel briefly took his mouth away from her pussy and pushed her legs back further until her knees were resting on her chest. This brought her ass up to the level of his gaze and allowed him easier access to her there. "Ahhhh, don't stop! What are you doing?!" Artemisia exclaimed. She knew exactly what he was doing, but wanted him to say it out loud for Rachel's sake. "Well, I've been tongue fucking your pussy for a little while, but now I think your ass needs some attention. I don't want her to feel neglected," Marcel explained, playing along perfectly. He must know now, Artemisia thought to herself, grateful that he didn't say anything but was playing along. She was a little nervous doing this without letting him in on it, but she knew he was enjoying the sex. Her mind was brought immediately back to the present when she felt his warm breath blowing against her exposed anus. "Yeah, put your tongue right there. I SO love it when you lick my ass. Tongue fuck it just like you were doing my puss- Shit! Oh my God!" Artemisia moaned, feeling his tongue move around in her crack licking every spot but her asshole. He was teasing her and she was going out of her mind. Finally, he let his tongue run over the crinkly ridges of her anus. As he did so, his nose landed directly in the mouth of her pussy, and he continued to loudly breathe in her musky scent as he licked her ass. Artemisia's hand was busy rubbing her clit as he began to lick lovingly around her asshole. Hardening the tip of his tongue, Marcel began to force it through her sphincter. "Ahhhh yesssss! Do it, baby. Tongue fuck my ass! I'm cuminnnnnnggggg!!!!" Artemisia screamed. Marcel did not let up and kept forcing his tongue deeper in her murky hole. -------(_*_)------- Rachel was cuming with Artemisia, trying desperately not to scream out loud. She grabbed a pillow and shoved it in her mouth to try to muffle her screams caused by the intensity of her orgasm. Hearing the wet smack of Artemisia's lover's face against her pussy as he slammed his tongue into her ass was all she could take. A violent orgasm was ripping through her and her body thrashed on the bed. She was angry at herself for all the pleasure she took in watching such a sick act. Actually, the fact that she could not see directly exactly what was happening heightened her pleasure. It left her mind to imagine all the details she could not actually see. Consequently, she had a clear mental image of Artemisia's ass getting tongue fucked even though she had never directly witnessed such an event. And her body, apparently, loved the way her mind filled in the details. As Rachel came down from her orgasm she saw Artemisia's lover reach down for something and came up with a package in his hand. "Ooh, is that our new toy?" She heard Artemisia ask excitedly. All Rachel heard in response from Artemisia's lover was a deep sinister chuckle. As he opened the package, Rachel could not quite make out what it was. It was about a foot long, and had about 5 or six round balls on it, starting small at the end and each one getting bigger until finally reaching a blunt, tapered end on the other side. Rachel figured it must be a sex toy, but had no idea how it worked. Rachel watched as Artemisia's lover moved off the floor between her legs and onto the bed, kneeling by her head. Artemisia immediate reached out to slide his hard, dripping dick into her mouth. Her legs remained open and Rachel could clearly see both of Artemisia's holes, looking all wet and shiny with her juices and his saliva. While she sucked him, he reached for a small bottle and squirted a clear gel-like liquid in his hand. Then he used his wet hand to work the lube onto the new toy. "Ok, now relax your ass for me and let me in," Rachel heard him say. She could actually see Artemisia's anus flexing and puckering, eagerly getting ready for an intrusion. Rachel was mesmerized about what she was about to witness. Artemisia's lover reached down and inserted the smallest knob of the strange sex toy directly into her anus. Rachel stared on in rapt awe, seeing vividly for the first time any form of anal sex. She heard Artemisia moan out her approval around the thick shaft that had taken up residence in her mouth. Her lover had a wicked smile on his face as he pushed the next, slightly larger knob into her. "Yesss, that's it, you love sucking my cock while I play with your ass, don't you?" Rachel heard him ask. Artemisia moaned louder and nodded her head vigorously, greedily refusing to take he lips from around him. Rachel thought he would shove the next largest knob into her, but instead he teased her by pulling the first two out. She watched Artemisia's anus flex, greedily trying to hold onto the small invaders. Then her lover started the process all over again, inserting the first two knobs. This time he pulled just the second knob in and out, and they both watched Artemisia's asshole flex around the small sphere as it violated her from both directions. Finally, the third largest knob was inserted. Rachel saw Artemisia's pussy twitch and dribble increased wetness from its core in appreciation, and her own pussy responded with its own little gush. How in the world could this be turning her on, she wondered in horror? She had never fantasized about anal sex. But the look on Artemisia's face told of a deep down, primal kind of bliss and Rachel could not help but to respond to the raw hedonist indulgence being displayed before her. The insertion of a fourth, larger knob refocused Rachel's attention. This one was inserted more slowly, and Rachel got to watch in vivid detail as Artemisia's ass relaxed itself to open wide enough for the intrusion. Her pussy was oozing profusely now, and a constant stream of moans and whimpers escaped her lips around the shaft on which she sucked for dear life. Her lover, again teasing, withdrew the fourth and third knobs, only to shove them back in again, a little faster this time. There was one more knob to go -- the fifth and largest of them all. "You ready for the last one, Meish?" her lover asked of Artemisia. She nodded vigorously. Then her head stopped moving up and down his shaft as she braced herself for the largest part of the dildo to be inserted in her rectum. Her lover withdrew himself from her mouth and slowly pushed in the last section. Artemisia let out a scream of obscenities and said, "Oh God, baby, fuck me! You gotta fuck me!" The pace at which Rachel fingered her pussy and rubbed her clit sped up exponentially. Both women were on the verge of cuming, hard. "You like that?" her lover asked. "Fuck yes, I love it!" "What do you love about it?" "How full it makes me feel, how deliciously dirty it makes me feel, giving myself to you like this," Artemisia said breathlessly. Artemisia's lover repositioned his self, walking around the bed and grabbing both of Artemisia's legs and bending them way back until her knees touched her shoulders and her feet dangled behind her head. What a scandalous sight she made: her pussy dripping wet and gaping open, and the end of a dildo sticking out of her ass. Then he got up on the bed placing each foot on either side of her. He kneeled, letting his thick wet shaft hover right over Artemisia's lewdly exposed sopping wet pussy. He kneeled some more, putting the tip right at her entrance. He rubbed his head around in her folds, teasing her with it, until she begged to be fucked again. Then in one brutal thrust, he rammed his entire length down hard into her pussy, making her scream. Unable to take it any longer, Rachel went into her own silent convulsions of a roaring orgasm. -------(_*_)------- Artemisia was cuming. Usually, she would only be on the verge at this point and would be able to hold it until Marcel started fucking her ass, but today, all exposed as she was to Rachel's gaze, she couldn't hold back. With the dildo in her ass, everything was that much tighter. She could feel every detail of his dick as it slammed into her, every bulging vein and ridge. It was too much. Her orgasm started immediately, rushing up from her toes, slamming into her and sending her into convulsions. Amazingly, Marcel kept fucking her through her orgasm and managed to hold back on his own orgasm. Thank God, she thought, wanting to make sure he was still able to fuck her ass. She was hungry for it, and deep down, she really wanted Rachel to witness them in the act this time. When Artemisia managed to come down from her orgasm, Marcel withdrew his dripping dick from her sticky pussy. If it was even possible, it looked harder than it was when he first put it in her. The devilish look in his eye told Artemisia that she was in for a really good pounding. Still kneeling above her and reaching back, Marcel slowly pulled the knobby dildo from her hungry ass, now relaxed, stretched, and lubricated, ready to be impaled. A light breeze from the open window blew across her ass and pussy. Combined with her anticipation, the sensation caused goose bumps to break out all across her lower body. Marcel took his aching cock in his fist and rubbed the head across her anus. Involuntarily, it tried to grab onto him and suck him inside her murky depths, but he held back, teasing her opening with fleeting pressure. The head of his cock was hot with the blood angrily surging through it, nearly searing Artemisia with its heat. She tried lifting her pelvis to force him inside but instead he taunted her. "Is this what you want? Tell me." "Yes," Artemisia replied softly. She'd like to lie to herself, and tell herself she was suddenly nervous about letting her innocent virgin neighbor watch her get lewdly ass-fucked in exquisite detail, but really she was not. She was being coy, knowing Marcel would make her beg for it and say it louder, loud enough for Rachel to hear. Only then would he give her ass the plundering they both so desperately needed. "I can't hear you," Marcel said in a low growl. "Louder." "Yes, fuck my ass," Artemisia hissed, a little louder this time, but still not loud enough. Marcel began to lift his dick away, as if he would leave her. Unacceptable, she sank her nails into his arms and yelled with abandon, "Fuck my ass, baby! Fuck it hard, fuck it now!" -------(_*_)------- Rachel had barely come down from her last orgasm when the string of obscenities coming out of Artemisia's mouth caused her lover to shove his dick back into her, only this time Rachel could see very clearly that he was NOT in her pussy. She watched his heavy cum-filled balls descend to land between Artemisia's cheeks as his full length plunged firmly into her ass. The disgust in her mind was, again, not matching the raw reaction in her loins. Watching the lusty, sinful act of sodomy unfold before her had sent Rachel right back into a state of heightened arousal. By all accounts her clit should have been worn out, and too sensitive to be touched at the moment. But when she heard Artemisia scream out in pleasure as her lover withdrew his dick all the way up to the head before plunging it back down into her, Rachel knew she would cum again in a little bit, and her hands stayed buried in her pussy. No longer pausing at the end of every stroke, Rachel looked on with a mesmerized expression as she watched his hips work up a steady rhythm forcing his shaft in and out of her ass. Because Artemisia's ass was hanging off the end of the bed closest to the window, Rachel could see so much more detail. She saw Artemisia's anal ring hug her lover's cock every time he pulled it out of her, creating a vacuum seal that seemed to suck him back in a little harder with every stroke. She could see all their moisture, from lube, leaking pussy juice, and precum, all making a frothy squishy sexual chorus, accentuated by the rhythmic slap of their hips colliding. Then, with a slight refocus of her eyes, Rachel saw something that made her heart stop! Through Artemisia's Window Ch. 02 Every time her lover withdrew the full length of his dick from her clinching sphincter, raising his whole torso, Artemisia's face was visible. Her head was propped up on some pillows so she could watch her lover's dick plowing in and out of her. But at the moment, her eyes did not seem to be focused on the thick cock sliding in and out of her. Instead, they seemed to be focused though her window and directly at Rachel. It was totally dark in her room, Rachel knew she couldn't be seen. Yet Artemisia's eyes were unmistakably on her. She had a wicked smile on her face that was gradually changing into a look of the sweetest, most intense torture. Artemisia's lips were also moving, seemingly repeating the same thing over and over again, but Rachel couldn't quite make it out. Artemisia turned her stare from Rachel and looked up into her lover's eyes, then repeated her phrase louder: "Fuck my ass, baby! Pound me! Yes, fuck my ass!" Her lover then really started slamming into her, grunting and growling with his efforts. "I'm gonna squirt, baby, oh God I'm gonna squirt! Aaaaaggghhhhh!!!!!! Rachel could not believe her ears or her eyes as she witnessed for the first time the unmistakable signs of a woman's ejaculation. The wet sounds of their hips crashing together increased and little droplets rained down all over their crotches. His pubic hair was soaked and matted to his body as he continued his brutal assault on her tender anus. Then he screamed as well, joining Artemisia in her orgasm. His thrusts slowed but became more powerful, more forceful full body lunges, slamming his dick into her using his entire body weight. That was it, a second orgasm tore through Rachel, more powerful than the first. It was so powerful she couldn't breathe, cutting off oxygen to her brain such that she almost passed out. She was screaming out, too, just as was Artemisia. One final lunge from Marcel and he lifted his head back and roared out his orgasm, joining the women in chorus. -------(_*_)------- Marcel looked down at Artemisia, leaving his still hard, throbbing dick lodged inside her ass. They had just shared a blindingly intense orgasm, and they could hear soft moans and shudders coming through the window, the unmistakable sound of a third party still coming down off of her own wildly intense orgasm. He saw Artemisia cover her mouth to stifle a giggle. There was no pretense anymore. He knew and she knew he knew. And he knew that she knew that he knew. Marcel gently lifted her legs which had to be getting stiff and turned her body over, still lodged in her ass, so that they were able to spoon and he could lie down next to her. He pulled back her hair to whisper in her ear. That was amazing, sweetie. I loved it. But in the morning, you have to let me in on what the hell is going on. Promise?" "I promise," was all she could say before drifting off to sleep. He was not one minute behind her -- they were both too drained to even get up and turn off the light. [end of Ch. 02 -- to be continued!]