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Through the Window

By: paragonrisen



I had been working the overnight shift at the warehouse for the last few months. The work was okay and it paid the bills. I was still able to keep my apartment. I was downsized months ago and my savings had started to dwindle. I was thankful for finding something. But truthfully I didn't really worry. I had been doing some photography work on the side. And I found a niche market there. 

I lived in a 2 bedroom apartment on the second floor, my roommate left because she had other things to do. Her family was well off and her parents didn't like her staying with someone who had to work his way through school. From what I gathered they threatened to cut her off if she stayed with me. But that is a story for another time. She had been paying half the rent and I was having trouble making ends meet even with the new job. So I decided to put together a photo studio in the now spare bedroom. It was a small setup but it did the job. I'd usually come home around 8 in the morning and work for a few hours then get some sleep. I was lucky, my place was near a so called film school and after doing a few portfolio shots at reduced prices I was getting quite a bit of business. I remember running into one of my neighbors while she was either heading out jogging or coming back from jogging. Her name was Kathy, she always wore the same sweat pants and hooded sweat jacket during the colder months. She seemed kind of shy most of the time. I had heard a rumor that she was only interested in women. 

Thankfully we had a chance to talk a few times when she walked past my apartment when she was heading out for her workout. I had the impression she was just shy, she did sometimes flirt back with me when I did so to her. I thought she had a very pretty face, but with what she was wearing I couldn't really see what her body was like. She had a great smile though, even if it was mostly hidden by her hood. 

I was undercutting the local studios, even though I had a home studio I had a good reputation. Since I didn't do any advertising it was great, since I always had my business through word of mouth anyway. Several of the acting students had asked me how I handle sensitive material shots. Of course that meant nudes or erotic photos. When I was shooting nudes I usually put up paper over the window for privacy. Just in case anyone walked by. Many of them wanted professional looking photos for adult websites and asked me to make them discreet. That meant to not visibly show their face, to make it unrecognizable or difficult to make out who the model was. And I was happy to oblige. Once word got around that I was professional, discreet and cheap, I suddenly had a lot more business and was able to stop working the overnight shift. 

Thankfully I was willing to make things work for most people. And I was getting ready to open a studio in town. I figured I had few more months left before I would feel comfortable making the move out of my home studio. Besides I had all kinds of customers now. Many wanted professional photos for there work. I also had people who just wanted to have pictures of themselves. With no surprise it always seemed to involve nudity. Many of them were to afraid to let others know they were doing the photos for themselves. My guess is it fulfilled a need for some attention. And since they were paying me I happily accepted the jobs. 

I was around 8am on a Tuesday when I was working with Darlene she had been wanting to do some boudoir photos for her husband. She had tried other photographers and they always wanted to use her photo's for others projects. Darlene was a very attractive woman, she was 32 married to a man 12 years older then her. She had heard of me through a friend, who mentioned I rarely used photos for commercial ventures and that I was discreet. We had talked several times and I assured her I only took pictures for what the clients project was, not mine. In fact if they wanted private photos I never offered a model release to them. That way I couldn't legally use the pictures. She liked what I had to say and agreed to talk about what she wanted done. 

It was Tuesday morning and I was talking with Darlene about the shoot and what I was going to do. It was a standard risque type setup I planned at first for her. I always offered that, in case they felt uncomfortable about being nude or were shy. It gave them a chance to warm up to the idea that someone other then who they were involved with would see them naked. Amazingly I found out when I started is how many people felt the need to be nude for pictures. I had several models tell me that it felt dirty but dangerous to be like this. It gave them a thrill of excitement doing something many others would never do. And again I was happy to oblige. Let me say something about photographers, many people think we are all voyeurs at heart. Especially those of us who take pictures of the human form. Not many people think we see art in form and beauty in shadow, it's something that we need to capture. But in all honesty I enjoy taking pictures of people, clothed or not. It's fun to watch someone who is uncomfortable with their own body relax and get into the shoots. And that's what they were paying me for anyway.

Darlene was looking at a few examples of my work in a portfolio she like the posing of some and asked if she could be pictured the same way. We had talked about the shoot and she was okay with the nude and semi nude shots. She like many of the sessions. I had done in the morning when the sun was shining directly into the studio. She asked if she could bring some outfits she wanted to try on and see how she looked in the pictures. Since she was paying me by the hour I didn't care. When I told her about how I was setting up the studio, including putting the paper over the window for privacy. I was surprised when she asked me not to put the paper up. She wanted the harsh shadows from the sun. Since she had seen several examples I had already done like that. I agreed, besides there wasn't much of a chance of anyone looking in the window, by the time The session started most people had already gone to work. It was usually pretty quiet around the building after 7am. I usually had mail and package deliveries in the afternoon. 

I worked over the details of the shoot with Darlene. She told me what she liked in the examples I showed her. And we agreed on which ones we would try and duplicate or something similar to them. Then I asked a question I usually ask when a client didn't know what they were looking for. I asked if she had any fantasies she'd like to consider for her photos. Most people usually tell me they want black and white, revealing wedding photos, lingerie, costumes things like that. But her response was a bit different.

She told me she always wanted to be photographed with other nude women. She explained she wanted it to look like they were having sex, but not really having sex. Just implied. I mentioned that I didn't have anyone lined up for that kind of shoot then asked if she had anyone in mind. She unfortunately didn't and was surprisingly open about it. She told me she had wanted to try something like that since before she was married. But never had the guts to take the plunge. We talked more about it and the shoot, then set up a date. It was supposed to be next Tuesday at 8am; she wanted them done in the morning so she had time to head out to lunch with friends around 1 o'clock. She told me that she thought it would be kind of thrilling, but she wasn't planning on telling anyone about the photos at her lunch. She wanted to know in her mind she had done something like this just before she met up with her friends. We again agreed on the time, I was being paid either way. I mentioned she would have to sign a agreement before the shoot. It was something I started to protect myself, I didn't want anyone trying to sue me for taking nude pictures of them. It was just in case after I gave them their photos, perhaps they didn't like them or something happened to them and they were released out on the web somewhere. It was so I wouldn't be liable. It basically said they were doing the shoot of their free will and that once the photos were done I would give them only to the the person who hired me. It was pretty straight forward after that they were there's to deal with.

That Sunday night we had a snowstorm. It dropped about 5 inches and covered everything in white. Thankfully it didn't stick to the roadways much and by Monday afternoon they had cleared out the parking lot around my building. I decided to set up my studio on Monday but realized the fallen snow was creating a very harsh light from it's reflection. I figured I may have to soften by covering the window come Tuesday morning when Darlene arrived.

Darlene arrived early in the the morning about 7am. She had bought several outfits with her and we were discussing which ones would look good. She mentioned she wanted to try them all if possible. She wanted to have at least one picture framed for her husband. I didn't disagree so we set up to do them all and got started early. As she tried on a few of the outfits I asked her to stand in the light from the window. The shoot went very well, I was surprised how well she took my directions. She also seemed to really be enjoying herself. She seemed to really like to be in front of the camera. I worked with her enthusiasm, it did make the pictures seem more realistic. It was a little after 8am when we had gone through about half of the outfits she had picked. The shoot was going smoothly, but suddenly we had to stop. Believe it or not I had a problem with the camera. The mirror jammed open. It's not something you usually see happen. Thankfully I had more then one camera. I told her to take a break while I set up the new camera. She asked if this happened often, of course I told her no. Maybe the batteries died occasionally but this was a major equipment failure. 

She jokingly said , "Did I break your camera?"

We both laughed, I told her it's because you're too beautiful. The camera couldn't take it any more."

She actually blushed at my comment. It's too bad I didn't have a working camera at that moment. It would have been a very beautiful candid shot. 

I had finally set up the new camera, she had removed the last outfit and was standing there nude. I asked if she wanted to do some of the nude shots we talked about. The sun was at a great angle and I thought it would be what she was looking for. She agreed and started to pose for me. 

The natural light was perfect. It seemed to cause the shadows to hang like skintight cloth against her body. The effect was wonderful. It gave a mysterious and sensual allure to her form. In fact I commented about it while doing the photos. She smiled back as I made my remarks. I had asked her to close her eyes and lay down to get some more emotive shots. She did so, they came out very well. I then asked her to lay on her back and turn her head to me. She did as instructed. I watched the light fade from the window some and then reappear. It dimmed again, I figured it was the clouds floating in front of the sun the light was still good so I continued to shoot. 

I asked her to sit up some and look out the window. She paused for a second I didn't think anything about it. I thought maybe she moved the wrong way or something and asked if she was alright. She nodded but said nothing. She then sat up looking out the window. I could see the shadows and light on her body. She looked wonderful and I made sure she would have the perfect pictures when I was done. She then turned facing her body toward me but still remained looking outside. I thought it was kind of an uncomfortable position. I asked if she was alright she said a simple "yes" and smiled. Her breathing seemed to quicken and she seemed more intent on the window as I continued the shoot. She really seemed to be getting into the shoot again. The light was still dimmed by the clouds, at least I thought it was. That was before I noticed something. The shadow that was covering her had a thin look to it. In fact I realized it wasn't a cloud when I watched the shadow move. 

I instantly stopped shooting realizing that it was the shadow of a person on the window. I stepped forward when Darlene asked me to stop. I paused briefly. 

"Please don't stop taking pictures." Darlene said. "I want them to watch me." 

I moved forward again saying, "this isn't how I do business. I don't offer free shows to some low life. Please forgive me I'll get rid of them."

And as I moved toward the door she asked me again to "stop." Her voice sounded so pleading. "Please keep shooting. Let them watch."

Then she turned to me, "I really want them to watch me." 

I wasn't comfortable with this, but it's what she was paying me for so I continued to shoot. As I did I moved around Darlene hoping to get a better look at our audience. I decided to move to take a few pictures across her body making sure the light stayed in front of me. I thought maybe I could see who was watching her through the window. I found a position that allowed me to do just that. I was surprised to see the figure in the window. 

Darlene continued to want me to take pictures. And I watched the shadow move as I did. I could see the defined shadow of the person across Darlene's body now and continued to take pictures as Darlene requested. Then I watched the movement of the shadowed person quicken, and noticed there was a sliver of light between the legs of the shadow. From that movement I could tell who ever it was, was masturbating to the sight of Darlene's nude body. I was amazed to see it was definitely a woman in the window. I could tell by her hips they made a beautiful shadow over Darlene's body. Her pants were down about mid thigh and you could tell she was fingering herself. The rest of her however was obscured by her hooded jacket. 

As I continued to take pictures I made sure the shadowed figure was in them. Just in case I needed to report anything to the police later. Darlene told me to continue shooting as she started to touch herself. She wanted me to get as many pictures of her like this a possible. I complied, I had only taken a few more shots when I saw the figure in the window start to shake, I could hear a pleasured moan through the window and saw her start to slow her pace in pleasuring herself. I watched Darlene's breath quicken as she watched. 

"Maybe she'd like to join us." I heard Darlene say as she rose from the floor. 

She walked to the door and opened it. She stepped outside completely naked and stood behind the hooded woman in the window. The woman hadn't noticed Darlene right away standing near her. She was still slowly fingering herself and wasn't paying attention. Darlene moved closer to her and gently place her hands on the woman arms. She said nothing and gently guided the hooded woman into to doorway. I was standing there about to say something when Darlene motioned for me to back up. The woman from the window let her arms drop to her sides, she didn't resist when Darlene brought her inside. Both of them were cast in shadow from the sun as they entered the room. I could see the glistening tip of hooded woman's pussy from the back lit sunlight. 

When the door closed I realized who the woman was. It was Kathy my neighbor. I said who she was, and was upset she was doing something like this. I was about to say something else but Darlene started talking to her. 

"Did you enjoy the show my dear?" Darlene asked. 

The hooded woman nodded. 

"Good I enjoyed yours as well." Darlene said as she gently rubbed Kathy's arms. She seemed okay with the situation.

"You know I was enjoying my session, but when I saw you standing there in the window. I really started to enjoy it." Darlene's voice sounded sultry. 

I swear I could see Kathy smile from the shadow of her hood. She said nothing, but nodded. 

"I was enjoying having my picture taken, maybe you would like to join me in them?" Darlene asked. 

Kathy again nodded and started to fold her arms, she was a little insecure about what Darlene's proposal. 

Darlene gently again rubbed her arms. 

I had to say something, Kathy had been watching Darlene through the window for some time. And I hadn't noticed. I was about to get ready to call the police when Darlene stepped around me. 

"My dear I had to sign something for this photo session, if you want to join me you'll have to do the same. My husbands a lawyer you understand." Darlene said as she picked up an agreement form form my desk and walked back with it. 

She handed the form to Kathy and she read it. It wasn't a very long agreement so she finished it fast. Kathy looked at Darlene and softly said, "Okay I'll sign it."

Kathy signed the form and Darlene took it to my desk. Darlene then headed back to where she was posing before and motioned for Kathy to come over. Kathy complied. It was a little funny watching her shuffle over to where Darlene was standing with her pants down around her thighs. 

Darlene reached out and asked her if she had done anything like this before. 

Kathy shook her head "no"

"Neither have I." Darlene replied, with a nervous laugh.

"I've never been with a woman either have you my dear?" Darlene asked.

Kathy hesitated before nodding. 

"good maybe you can help me with some things along the way." Darlene said.

Kathy surprisingly nodded.

"Then it's settled we'll do this session together." Darlene said. 

It was surprising how easily she took control of the situation and of Kathy. She seemed a natural at it as well. She genuinely seemed to be enjoying herself now, as did Kathy. 

"OK I think we can restart the session don't you?" She pointed at me as she spoke. 

"If that's OK with both of you." I said. 

Both of them nodded.

I grabbed my camera and setup up again. I started taking pictures. Then Darlene asked me to stop.

"I want you to take pictures of me undressing this beautiful woman." Darlene said as she turned Kathy's head to look at her. Kathy nodded. 

I started taking pictures again and Darlene slowly moved her hands down Kathy's body, over her exposed thighs and pushed her sweat pants off the rest of the way. She helped Kathy step out of her pants and kicked them to the side. Darlene went to remove Kathy's hood but Kathy grabbed the hood. 

"I don't want you to see my face." Kathy said. As she held the hood down.

Darlene was hoping to see the face of the beautiful woman she had before her but complied with her request. 

Darlene leaned forward seeing the moist pussy of the woman before her. "You are a beautiful woman aren't you?" 

Kathy nodded, "So are you." 

Darlene again stood in back of Kathy and placed her hands on Kathy's arms. She started gently caressing her. And as Darlene moved her hands over the front of Kathy's body. Kathy's beautiful breast were silhouetted by the hooded jacket she wore. I continued to take pictures. 

Darlene then moved her hands over the rest of Kathy's body and back to her breasts. She massaged them gently. I watched as Kathy's lips parted slightly in pleasure. I made sure to continue taking pictures. Darlene continued to caress Kathy over and over moving further down her body on each pass. Then as Darlene's hand reached Kathy's pussy she gently cupped it in her hand. Kathy's head went back in a gasp of excitement and pleasure. Darlene continued her caresses.

"I've never done this with a woman before." Darlene said.

"You're doing fine please don't stop." Kathy gasped as she replied. 

They continued like this for a short time. Darlene slowly inserted a finger into Kathy's moist slit. I continued to keep taking pictures and I watched them both become more excited. I could only see Kathy's open mouth gasping in pleasure from under her hood. Darlene had pulled her closer and had her eyes closed as she fingered this woman before her. Then I heard a moan of pleasure as Darlene brought Kathy to her first orgasm. I continued to take pictures as Kathy gasped in pleasure and leaned back grinding her body against Darlene Neither of them said anything. The only sound was their breathing and moaning. 


Through the Window



Steve saw her from across the street. Had she had forgotten to close the blinds? Since he was parked there legitimately, he decided to sit and watch as she undressed. From his vantage point he could clearly see most of the bedroom as well as the bathroom beyond, and the adjoining room through the next window. She removed her shirt and skirt. He observed closely as she removed her bra. She seemed oblivious to him despite his only being about 40 feet away and even under a streetlight. He watched her go into the bathroom and brush her teeth. Steve was mesmerized as she slid off her blue panties and started the shower.

He had no where really to go so he decided to wait until she had exited the shower. He was enjoying this way too much and wondered how long she would take. He wondered if any cops would come along and question him (he DID seem a bit suspicious). He wondered if there was any chance she might know he was there and was teasing him. His heart was racing and his cock was hardening.

He saw her step from the shower and saw the water glistening on her skin. He observed her every move as she dried herself, paying special attention to her private areas. He wanted so badly to sneak up to the window for a closer look, but feared being caught. His hand kneaded himself in a half assed attempt at masturbation, but he dared not actually do anything. She put one foot up on the edge of the bed and continued to dry her privates, but then he noticed, she seemed not so much to be drying herself as playing with herself. Steve's whole body was quivering with excitement when, suddenly, she looked out the window and straight at him. He wanted to die. Had she actually seen him? What would she do?

She looked out and smiled. Then she used the fingers of her left hand to open herself up while she motioned for him (him?) to come to her with the other hand. Steve wasn't sure what to do. He decided after she continued, to give it a shot. He got out of his car and looked back at her, now fully out in the open so there would be no doubt as to whom she spoke. She motioned for him again. Then she went to the window and called out to him, instructing him to go to the front door, which he eagerly did.

She met him at the door and pulled him inside, tearing his clothes off of him as she dragged, then pushed him towards the bedroom. As they entered, he was as naked as she was and she fell back on the bed with her legs spread. He fell down upon her, his erection entering her immediately. He thrust into and pulled out of her, over and over and over again. Both of them moaning and panting and groaning. Her legs were wrapped around his waist as if to hold him inside her, no matter what, yet with just enough give that his rhythm was never interrupted. His cock burrowing deeply into her and her vaginal lips sealed around the shaft, allowing only the smooth piston like action. Steve just pounded away with abandon. He glanced down at her face now and then. Her eyes were shut and her moans were punctuated by a "oof" with each thrust of his manhood. 

Steve was so impressed with her features and kept telling himself, "This CANNOT be real!"

After just a short time, he came, his semen filling her. Steve let out a groan that almost shook the walls. He attempted to pull himself out of her, shivering in the aftermath of his climax, but she would have nothing of it. She reached down and began to stroke herself without letting him go, finishing her own orgasm while he was still inside her. She gritted her teeth and clawed at his back as her body shook at the apex of her pleasure. It was only then she let him leave her mound. 

Afterwards, they lay on the bed, desperately trying to get back their breath and slow their heart rates. She looked over at him and said, "Wow, Mary was right, you're one hell of a lay."

He looked at her, puzzled and said, "Mary? Who's Mary?"

She seemed stunned and asked, "Aren't you Frank?"

"No," he replied, "my name's Ed. I was just warming my car up when I saw you call me in. My girlfriend lives just up the street."

They just lay there for a few moments then, they burst out laughing. "You had better go, I'm still expecting Frank for a blind date!"

He quickly jumped up, gave her a kiss, dressed and headed for his car, still sticky and moist from her. As he approached, she called out the window, "Do you park there often?"

"I will now!" he called back.



Through the Window



She was lounging in her living room, nude, enjoying the solitude and the almost naughty feeling of strutting around her house completely naked. Like most days, she was feeling an underlying current of sexual energy, frustration that was waiting to be released. She was sitting in the living room, facing the windows and sliding doors, eyes shut, listening to some music and enjoying her own thoughts. Absentmindedly, her hands stroked her breasts, circling the nipples and lightly rolling the tips between her fingers, a soft smile played across her lips and her heart fluttered. 

Her hands traveled down her body, finally coming to rest at her cunt. She stroked the hairs, feeling the slight moisture at the top of her slit. She bit her lip and dipped her finger in between her pussy lips, gently flicking her finger across her clit. A sigh escaped her lips, and her other hand cupped her breast, squeezing the heavy flesh. 

She felt the sudden change in air pressure that meant the slider had opened. She began to open her eyes, to cover herself, and to stand and run to the bedroom. Before she could fully extend her legs into standing, the man had her out of the chair and pinned onto the carpet. Her eyes opened, above her, gripping both her wrists in his massive hand, was a man with dark features. She recognized him as a local man she had seen around the gas station. He used his other hand to cover her mouth, telling her in a deep voice to be quiet, and he'd be nice to her.

His hand was removed from her mouth, and she licked her lips - tasting the sweat of his hand on them. She began to shiver when he noticed his eyes were taking in her naked tits, heaving from her breath, the nipples jutting into points. His eyes moved back up to her face, and he reached forward and cupped one of her breasts. 

She inhaled, arching her back to press herself firmly into his palm. Her hands closed into fists above her head, and as he pinched her nipple, she let out a moan.

"You like this, huh?" He asked, and she suddenly became aware of his hard dick pressing against her stomach. "You walk around naked, think I wouldn't see you?" He ran his hand to her other breast, feeling the weight of it, and finally twisting that nipple between his fingers.

Her pussy contracted, and she moved her hips with an involuntary motion. He grinned, reached into his back pocket, and removed a length of rope. Deftly he had her wrists in a snug restraint, and began running both his hands on her breasts roughly, "Yeah, I've been waiting for this day, to get to feel this..." 

Her heart was beating fast, and her pussy was already wet, she couldn't help but wonder if he would fuck her. He got off her chest, and quickly removed his own clothing. He was tall, and solidly built. As soon as she saw his thick, long cock surrounded by dark pubic hair, she pressed her thighs together in an attempt to appease her cunt. 

He stood over her for a moment, looking at her body, letting her embarrassment mount, finally her trembling wrists came down in a feeble attempt to cover herself.

Immediately he had sat down in the chair, and yanked her across his lap.

SWAT - he brought his hand down against her backside, and she jumped and squealed. 

"Don't you try to cover up, I know you're a slut, and I want to see you." He said, and promptly brought his hand against her again. This time his hand landed on her pussy and her ass, and instead of a squeal, she moaned. "Yeah, you are a slut. I know you like it."

He was running his hands across her backside, making her shudder and press herself into his hands. Suddenly his fingers found her cunt, and she stopped moving, holding her breath.

"Already wet," his fingers were at the opening of her cunt, lightly dipping into her, but disappearing much too soon. He spanked her again, "slut! Such a slut." 

He pushed her off of his lap, and she fell to her knees, using her tied hands to catch herself. She had no time to prepare herself, she just felt his huge hands grab her hips, and felt his huge member shoving into her. She moaned, she spread her knees farther apart to stretch her pussy to accommodate him, but his dick was huge, and she wasn't prepared to take it. Her moans were mixed with soft cries of pain.

"Yeah," he grunted, "fucking tight, how do you like this cock?" He shoved his dick fully inside her, making her bite out a groan.

He fucked her from behind, each thrust in felt like it was tearing her pussy, but it was delicious too. Soon enough she found his rhythm and began to push into him, help him fuck her deeper. Her cunt was getting wetter, and she could hear her cunt each time he rammed into her. 

"Oh!" She gasped, feeling her orgasm suddenly upon her, "oh fuck!" she squealed into the living room as her pussy came around him. 

She collapsed forward, his dick sliding from her wet hole. He sat in the chair, and watched her wet pussy as she lay, ass up, in front of him.

"Come here slut," he said, delighted that he could see her pussy twitch when he called her a slut.

She groaned and pushed herself up to her knees, turning to face him. Her face and bosom were flushed, her gaze was immediately drawn to his dick.

"Get over here and suck me," he said, gripping his dick and beginning to stroke it.

Without fully realizing that she was doing it, she began to shuffle across to him on her knees, licking her lips and watching how he pulled at his cock.

Finally she was kneeling in front of him, her bound hands hanging in front of her, her eyes glued to the movements of his hands, her lips shiny because her tongue kept creeping out to touch them. Tentatively, she began to lean forward. Finally her eyes flicked up to his face, and she blushed and faltered when she saw he was smiling at her, watching her.

"C'mon slut," he said softly, "show me how slutty you are."

She took his dick in her mouth as far as she could. Tasting her cum, his own taste, and feeling the head of his cock deeply imbedded in her throat. She gasped around his dick, tears springing to her eyes, her breath coming in hard bursts through her nose. 

Slowly she eased off his dick, letting her lips and tongue play along his length, then slowly took his dick as deep as she could. He grunted, and brought his hands up to her shoulders, holding her body close to his. 

She sucked on the head of his dick, running her tongue around it, using her mouth to tease him and taste him. Her hands had reached up, seemingly on their own, and even though they were bound, she had his dick gripped, and was rubbing it as she worked on his tip with her mouth.

She looked up, and groaned when she saw that he was looking at her; watching her slave and slobber on his dick. "Yeah slut, you know how to suck my dick, mmmm"

Driven on by his words, she gagged herself on his dick, feeling his thick member invading her mouth. She looked at him, loving that he was looking at her while his cock was buried in her mouth. His dick twitched in her mouth, and she swallowed around it.



Through The Window



Steven tossed his jacket over the back of the couch as the front door to his apartment slammed behind him, "Fucking boss" he muttered as he loosened his tie and kicked off his shoes, "You'd think I was nothing but his goddamn lap dog, running all over the city just to cover up all of his screw-ups." Opening the fridge, Steven grabbed himself a beer before turning on the television and flopping on the couch.

"... and stock prices are down another 5% today as customer," click, enough of that.

"... the president says that America's actions in Iraq," click, who cares?

"... gather 'round children, it's time for a story!" click, no kiddy shit.

Steven sighed as he sat up on the end of the couch, resigning himself to the fact that there were no television shows gauged towards a single guy in his early thirties on network television, and his cable was still out thanks to the slumlord who ran the dump he suffered in. It looked like another night of him watching porno tapes as he drank beer and jerked off. He opened up the small cabinet beneath his television, and shuffled through all of his well-watched tapes. Picking one out, he slipped it into the VCR, and hit the play button. As the openings were playing he unbuttoned his shirt and pants, picking his beer back up as he sat on the couch.

The movie was a run of the mill porno, one guy and one girl per scence; lots of cock-sucking, fucking, and then the money shot. He sipped his beer slowly, and slid his free hand into his pants as he watched the girl on the movie slowly remove her blouse. He marveled at the girl's body, and wondered if he could ever find a girl like that. He sat watching the movie, slowly stroking himself as the girl deep-throated the guy's cock. Steven was approaching his climax when the guy on the screen pulled out of the girl's mouth and came all over the girl's face. The screen went black for a second, and then a new set of actors appeared on screen, and some shitty dialogue started between the two. Disgusted, Steven got up to get himself another beer.

As he reached to open the refrigerator, something caught his attention in his perepheral vision. He turned to look out the window over his kitchen, and saw himself looking into the bedroom of the apartment across the alleyway from him. What had caught his attention was a young girl, no older than 18, pulling her shirt over her head, revealing a set of breasts that Steven estimated to be about a 36 C. With a smile at his good fortune, Steven continued to watch out the window as the young girl rubbed her engorging nipples slowly. He peeled his eyes from her breasts to take in the rest of her figure. She was average height, about 5'7, with blonde hair down to her shoulders. He could barely see her light blue eyes, she appeared to be looking at someone just past the window. Steven smiled, and leaned back against the counter of the kitchen island to continue watching, his right hand slowly stroking his cock as it began to harden.

As Steven watched the girl through the window, she reached her arms out to the person Steven had guessed was just beyond the window. A man, not much taller than the girl and wearing only a pair of boxers, stepped forward into her arms. He kissed her passionately, his hands rubbing her breasts and traveling down to undo her pants. He kissed down her neck and stomach as he pulled her pants down to the floor, leaving her standing in a pair of silky blue panties. She rolled her head back, her eyes closed, her hands working her nipples as he slipped off the pair of panties. Steven nearly gasped when he saw the girl's pussy, bare as a baby's bottom. He was used to seeing the porno stars with their "landing strips", but he had never seen anything like this. His hand worked on his now fully erect 7 inch cock as he watched the man lick the girl's pussy with abandon, first starting at the bottom of the lips, then licking to the clit and attacking that with his tongue and lips, then shoving his tongue deep into her as he sucked her juices from her. After 5 minutes of that, the girl pulled him up and nearly tore off his boxers as she fell backward onto the bed. Steven could all but hear her pleading the guy, "Fuck me, oh god fuck me!"

The man positioned her on the bed so that her head rested against the pillows, and her legs were up in the air and spread wide. He crawled up between her legs, which rested heavily on his shoulders, and started to stroke her clit and lips with the head of his 8 inch cock. Steven stopped his stroking until the guy had slipped his cock into the girl, and then began stroking his dick to the same rythm the two were fucking in. Steven continued stroking himself, his eyes fixated on the two, his hand keeping time with the guy's hips until all three of them came; the guy in the girl, the girl on the guy's cock, and Steven in the sink. The couple kissed as they stopped their thrusting.

Steven got a towel and cleaned himself up, washing his cum down the sink. He looked out the window again, and smiled. Next time, he would get it on video.



Through the Window



I really, really wanted to fuck Theresa, but we were having trouble working out the logistics. In fact, we were having trouble just getting a chance to see each other. She realized that one of the drawbacks of still living at home with her parents was having to abide by their rules. And I guess when your parents are Costa Rican immigrants who are very protective of their exotic daughters, it is even worse. We talked on the phone when we could and I continually tried to figure something out, but it wasn't happening as quickly as we both wanted it to. When Theresa and I finally figured out a way to get together and indulge our mutual passion for each other, it came as more of a sudden revelation than as the fruit of our constant brainstorming. We were seeing each other occasionally, sometimes only briefly and rarely alone. 

One night when she had to head home, I jumped at the chance to walk her. We approached Theresa's house from the alley that ran behind it, stopping near her parents' cars. In the shadows there, we started making out, my hands running over her ass and tits. She moaned that she wanted to fuck me so bad and apologized for not being able to work it out. I told her not to worry, that it would all work out but she was worried that I'd get tired of waiting for her. She said she had something for me, sort of a combined reward and plea to for my patience. With that, she dropped to her knees.

My cock was already hard from making out, so it popped out as she dropped my shorts. She gripped the base and immediately sunk her mouth down on it. She bobbed her head up and down, her lips sliding up and down my shaft, and gently fondled my balls. I was softly moaning encouragement to her, telling her completely honestly how great her mouth felt. As I was pushing my hips toward her face, enjoying the hot, wet confines of her mouth, I suddenly noticed there was tree in her backyard that would allow pretty easy access to the back porch roof. It gave me an idea, but I kept it to myself and let my focus go back to the lips wrapped around my tool. I grabbed the back of Theresa's head and held it while fucking her face, feeling that familiar sensation in my groin. Her hands were on my ass while her mouth maintained its grip and her tongue pushed against the underside of my cock. I closed my eyes as my orgasm came upon me, my hips stopping but Theresa going back to bobbing up and down, milking out all of my cum. Once she'd sucked me dry, she stood and popped a stick of gum in her mouth.

I asked her where her bedroom window was, thinking I remembered it to be overlooking the back porch roof. She confirmed that it was and I asked her if she thought it possible for me to sneak in if I climbed up the tree. She reminded me that she shared a room with her older sister, Elizabeth, so I asked if there wasn't a time when Elizabeth wasn't around and was there any kind of lock on the door. She said there was a lock and it occurred to her that there were a couple of TV programs that Elizabeth absolutely would not miss, so if I could come during that time it might just work out. The next night at 10pm was one of the times Elizabeth would be glued to the TV, so I assured Theresa that I would be on the roof by then.

It was actually very easy to get up the tree and onto the roof without being seen. I looked in the window and waited. The light was on, showing two twin beds, one near the window and the other across from it, among other furniture. When Theresa came in, she closed and bolted the door then came to the window and opened the screen. I crawled in onto the bed and she was immediately undressing me, telling me how horny she was. She had my shorts and underwear off and was fisting my cock as I kicked off my shoes and pulled my shirt over my head. I asked her if she was going to get undressed or was she going to finish me off with her hand. That broke her trance and she pulled her own shirt off, exposing her big, beautiful breasts and hard, dark nipples. She unbuttoned her jean shorts and, hooking her thumbs in the waistbands of the shorts and her panties, pushed them both down.

She looked so hot standing there naked, my cock twitched involuntarily. I had her climb onto the bed and straddle me, guiding my cock to her opening and pushing just the head inside. She took over and eased herself down slowly until I was completely inside her. She smiled at me and I asked her how it felt. She said it was even better than she'd expected. I reminded her that we had barely begun and had her start sliding herself up and down, trying different movements until she found what felt best. She ended up leaning forward on her hands, which I liked, too, because it allowed her full melons to hang right in my face. I licked and sucked her hard nipples while she rode up and down my shaft. She was breathing shallowly and moaning very softly, riding up and down faster and faster. I knew we didn't have a lot of time but I also didn't want to rush this too much.

I felt tremors through her pussy as she paused to cum, breathing deeply. She started to ride me again, but I had her stop and suggested we try another position. I glanced at the clock to see how much time we had left and there was plenty. I had her get back on all fours with her face down on the bed and got around behind her. Her ass looked so spectacular I wanted to spank it a few times, but resisted figuring the sound would probably carry pretty well. Instead, I guided my cock into her tight but slippery hole and slowly stroked my full length in and out. After a few strokes, I leaned forward to heft her melons in my hands while I humped her. Keeping tabs on the time, when I felt my orgasm coming on, I released her melons and reached down to play with her clit. She immediately began to push back against me, her ass slamming against my incoming hips. Finally, my cock began to swell about the same time I heard her breaths getting shorter and shorter. When my cum shot out of my cock, she let out a little cry and began to shudder all over.

With both of us satisfied, I pulled out and gathered our clothes. I held her panties up to my nose and inhaled her scent before handing them to her. She told me I could keep them if I wanted to, so I sniffed them again and stuck them in my pocket. She tossed the rest of her clothes in her hamper and pulled on a bathrobe. We made out for just a minute more before I was out the window. Just as Theresa was pulling the screen back down, there was a knock on the door. I froze, afraid I might be seen or heard by whoever was at the door. It was Elizabeth. She came into the room and Theresa left.

When I saw her slide the bolt on the door, I decided to stick around. She was unbuttoning her short sleeved shirt as she crossed the room, a far off look in her eyes. She stopped near the bed opposite the window, reaching the bottom button and opening her shirt, exposing a lacy black bra restraining her massive tits. She let the shirt slide down her arms and tossed it into the open hamper. She checked the pockets of her tight, black shorts and, finding nothing, unbuttoned and unzipped them, still staring off into space. My eyes bugged out at the sight of her skimpy, black bikini panties as her shorts hit the floor. She kicked them into the hamper and stood by her bed in just her underwear. My eyes were roaming all over her, from her pretty face framed by thick, full black hair down to her big breasts in their sexy bra over her flat stomach and slender waist to the small bit of material between her legs and finally down those long, lean legs. I was already hard again, despite having cum inside Theresa just minutes before.

Elizabeth was definitely deep in thought about something, but I could only imagine what it might be. I really didn't care, to be honest, as I stared at her amazing figure nearly bare before me. Her hands moved slowly up and just briefly caressed her breasts through her bra before she reached around and unfastened it. Her bra slid down her arms and I swear her breasts did not sag one bit despite their size. She didn't even toss her bra into the hamper, just let it drop to the floor then brought her hands up to caress her breasts. She rubbed her palms over her breasts then gently tugged her already hard nipples as if to pull them out even farther than they already stuck out. Her hands then moved down over her stomach with one ending up inside her panties and the other down between her thighs.

The hand I could see appeared to me rubbing up and down her slit through her panties while I guessed the other one was working on her clit. Glancing up at her face, I noted that she was now looking down at her hands. After just a couple of minutes, she pushed her panties to the floor and sat on the edge of her bed, legs spread wide. She had only a narrow strip of black fur above her pussy, the rest of it was smooth. She was sliding two fingers in and out while two fingers on her other hand rubbed her clit. I was pulling my cock out to stroke it and felt the lump of Theresa's panties in my pocket, so I took them out and wrapped the silky material around my shaft. It felt incredible as I stroked my cock with her panties, watching her older sister stroking herself.

I let the material brush my balls as I continued to pump and watch. She was beginning to move her hips with her ministrations, which caused her boobs to bounce and about drove me mad. I was stroking away, my eyes going from her boobs to her pussy, ready to cum at any second. She suddenly flopped backward on the bed, her boobs still standing straight upward, and was pushing her hips up off the bed. That was all I could take and I started spurting all over the shingles, careful not to get any cum on Theresa's panties. I kept watching as my dripping cock went limp and saw Elizabeth's motions becoming faster and more frantic. Finally, I could see her shuddering through her orgasm.

She lay there for a few seconds, her hands still but remaining between her legs. I was tucking myself away when she sat up and pulled her panties back on. She picked up the bra and took it over to the hamper, then grabbed a nightgown off the back of the door and pulled it on before unbolting the door. I figured I'd better make myself scarce before Theresa came back so she didn't see me still out there, so I made my way back down the tree and headed for home.



Through the Window



During one of my trips back to the US while on an overseas assignment, I was staying at an apartment hotel in California. This is the story of what happened one evening.

The hotel has an ordinary architecture - rooms are back to back, so that the only side for windows - is the side with the doors. As a result, as you walk by, you can look into rooms if their shades are open.

One night, as I was walking to my room, I just glanced in, and was awe-struck at what I saw in one of the rooms. There was this Asian lady lying on the bed with the tiniest of underwear - both her bra and her panties. My heart raced as I walked past her room. I wanted to linger, but also did not want to be caught peeping. I walked to my room next door, but could think of nothing else other than her - the outlines of black panties against her light skin. And the normal thought of what she looked like without them. Trying to take my mind off her by turning the TV on did not work either. Giving in to my basic instincts, I decided to give myself a peek again - but in a sophisticated way. I was going to retrieve something from my car.

I got out, and walked slowly past my room, and approached hers. Ah! She was still there - still on the bed, still wearing nothing else, and it looked like, still watching the TV. But her hand obscured part of her panty. It lay on top, and her fingers seemed to be moving. I immediately guessed what she was up to. As I walked to my car, I could barely contain my excitement at what view my return trip would yield. Fortunately, there was not much traffic there, and her room was lit so she would not be able to see me in the darkness outside. All this meant that chances of her closing the curtain were slim, and that a super view waited on my return trip. 

And, a rewarding view it indeed was! Her hand was no longer hiding any part of her panty - it was actually inside. As I walked by, slooowwwwly, I noticed that she had become a little conscious of the surrounding, and gave guilty glances each way, obviously hoping that no one was seeing her.

It was really hard to stay inside my room, and another trip was an absolute mental necessity.

I wondered if she was watching an adult movie, or had the TV on, just as a distinction while she fantasized. I wondered too if she was by herself, or was there someone else with her in the room.

How could I stay in my room, with a state like this - both mentally and physically? Slowly, I opened the door, and gradually walked towards her window. As I walked, I was thinking - normally just someone in panties would have been exciting, but this was much more. 

She was on her bed, but I knew she was orgasming, as she seemed to shake uncontrollably. It is over, I thought, and completed my journey to the car.

On the way back from my car I looked in again, hoping for a glimpse of her in her panties. And that is exactly what I saw. Looking at her, I tripped and fell, making a huge noise. Oh my, I must have certainly disturbed her. Sure enough, the door opened immediately. There she stood in a robe.

"Oh my god," she uttered, as she saw a cut on my forehead. "Are you OK?"

"I am OK, just a small cut. I am sorry to disturb you."

"No sorries, I think you need attention." Saying that, she helped me get up and pulled me into her room. 

The room was no different from mine. There was a video on the screen – I did not get a chance to see what kind. She started cleaning up my forehead with a moist towel. As she walked back and forth to the bathroom, her robe would flare, and I would get an occasional glimpse of her panties. Still the black outline against her fair skin – soooo sexy – it was a delight. And as she continued washing my cut, we started talking. 

Once the cut was dressed, she asked me to stay for some time, and poured me a drink.

She was from Singapore – here on a business trip with a companion from the office. The companion had to go to the East Coast to a client site to address an urgent situation. It was going to be a couple of days, then it dragged on for the whole week, and now it was the second week that she was all alone. She did not drive, and did not know how to spend her time – other than walking over to the nearby video rental place, and get stacks of videos. This sounded curious – coming all the way from Singapore for a business trip, and not having anything to do. I was going to get her out of her boredom.

It was already late, and I took leave, asking her if she wanted me to show her around, the next day, which was Saturday. She jumped at the offer.

As I lay down in bed, I wondered about her situation. Something did not quite seem right. I also wondered if I was getting myself in the middle of something that I should not. But I also thought of her in her bra and panties. And I wondered what she was thinking at that time.

I knocked at her door in the morning. She was all ready to go. She was absolutely stunning in a sleeve-less blouse and a small skirt. It is only now I realized how beautiful she was. I told her that we were going to San Francisco, and it usually gets very cold there. She brought her jacket with her.

Breakfast was a little quiet. I made small talk with her. Where was she from – a country not too far from Singapore (but not too near either). Where was she working now – Singapore. How did she like Singapore – OK, but not too exciting. Her own country was better, she said. What kind of work did she do – with this incessant questioning she squirmed a little, but gave polite answers. She went to the best college in town, and was very adventurous. Not wanting to stay with her family, after graduation she chose to move to Singapore, to work for a high-tech company. 

As we drove to the Golden Gate Bridge – about an hour away – I told her about myself. After having worked in the Silicon Valley for many years, I was on an overseas assignment to an Asian country. It turns out that as a child she too had been through many countries, as her father worked for the United Nations. We immediately started sharing notes on how it was like, to settle down in a new environment – where you don't even know the language. As the only child of her family, she was very pampered. When she was ready to start college, her dad took early retirement, and settled down in the capital city. 

At college, she went through a succession of boyfriends. Each one brought something new, but no one quite satisfied her fully. On graduation, she longed for something more, but also wanted to get away from her parents, so she found work as a secretary in Singapore. Secretary! I was a bit surprised. Why would they send a secretary to the US for work, I wondered. 

There is something more, she mentioned. She is here with her boyfriend. I was even more confused. She clarified - she was actually here with her co-worker. The co-worker had always found her attractive, but had his own family in Singapore. This prevented them from doing anything outside the office. So, he dreamed up this trip, telling everyone in the Singapore office that they both were here on a business trip. While at the same time, he told the US office that he had come himself. The result was that the US office did not hesitate to send him over to the East Coast to address the urgent situation. 

By the time we got to the Golden Gate Bridge, it seemed like we had known each other forever. We parked at the South end of the bridge, and walked over the bridge. Instinctively, she took my hand, and we walked like a couple on a date. Around the middle of the bridge, a gust of wind had her clinging to me. 

Hearing her story had my mind working on overtime. I asked her if she wanted to go to Napa valley – the world famous wine-growing region – for some wine tasting. Saying good-bye to San Francisco, we were off on our little side-trip.

At each winery we stopped, she enjoyed the wine – but too much, I thought sometimes. By the time we were done with the fifth, it was clear that she had had a bit too much. I wondered whether we should go to the nice dinner I had planned in San Francisco, or just return back to the hotel. 

"Let us go see the city from the Golden Gate Bridge," she suggested.

I knew exactly the spot – up on the hill west of the Golden Gate Bridge, there is a lookout from where you can see not just the bridge but also the entire city of San Francisco. We got up there and parked our car. In the dark, we walked up the 100 meters or so, up to the lookout point. It was a stunning sight. A beautiful and clear night, with the Golden Gate Bridge all lit up before us, and the shimmering lights of the city. As we looked up, I noticed the stars in the sky. All around us were couples; all of them holding each other, and many, deep in kisses. Instinctively I reached over, and kissed her on the lips. Her eager lips told me that this was not unwelcome. As we got to the edge of the cliff, I turned her towards me, grabbed her tightly, and gave her a full kiss on her mouth. It didn't take long for her tongue to be inside my mouth, and her teeth to be nibbling away at my lips.

We got back to the car, and just sat there, admiring the city lights. No one said a word. I put my hand over her thighs – where the jacked slit had let them exposed. She covered it with both her hands. I looked at her and smiled, and she smiled back. I gradually inched my way up her thigh, and touched her panties. I felt a wet spot. I knew she was as ready as I was.

I let my hand continue, and reached the elastic of her panties. A gentle tug there and she lifted her bottom, pulled the panties out and handed them to me. I took in her sweet aroma, and slipped them in my pocket. 

I reached over again, gently moving my fingers over her public hair, every once in a while inserting one or more fingers inside her, and occasionally giving her an electric shock by touching her clitoris gently.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and a flashlight shone in though the steamed up window. I quickly withdrew my hand, and rolled down the window. There was a San Francisco Police Officer – to prevent exactly the kind of behavior we were moving towards. I was thankful that we had not proceeded to that point yet. Quickly, I told the officer that we were going, and left the scene.

Where were we to go – I, with my full erection, and she completely wet. We drove to the other famous San Francisco attraction - Fishermen's wharf and walked through the bustle of tourists and shops, to the end of the most touristy spot - Pier 39. Here it was dark, and not very busy. I faced the ocean, got her between the railing and me, and kissed her passionately. Then I reached over and gently lifted her short skirt, so that she was fully exposed to the ocean. Then I gently stroked her, calmly swaying with the waves. 

It wasn't long before a group of rowdy teenage boys showed up, and we had to leave again.

We were both hungry, and hungry for more than just sex. So, we went over to Green's, among the classiest San Francisco restaurants. Fortunately, they were able to accommodate our little party of two that had shown up without any advance reservation. Throughout dinner, I could not keep my hands off her, and she could not keep her hands off me.

It had been a long day, and we were both tired. We decided that we better head back to our hotel rooms. 

As we drove, I was quite sleepy. But, since she did not drive, I had to be in the driver's seat. While I was physically driving, for everything else she was in the driver's seat. The only way to keep me awake was to keep me entertained. She did her part in it – very well, I must say. First, she took off her blouse, and then unhooked her bra, and slipped it off her shoulders. She handed her bra to me – another souvenir of the wonderful day we were having. From the corner of my eye, I could see what was going on, but did not take my eyes off the road. I did take one of my hands off the steering, though. This hand slipped over to her breasts, which were quite firm and round, and her nipples, which were quit taut. I could also hear her moaning, as I pressed them gently between my fingers. We weren't going too fast – there was no reason to. I wanted this drive to last forever. Yes, I knew that there was an entrée waiting for me when we got back to the hotel, but this was a nice appetizer in the multi-course meal of the day.

At this time, highway 280 was quite deserted. Every once in a while, a car would come behind us, see us going slow, change over to one of the faster lanes, and move on. The momentary light it shed on her body was an additional visual delight. Since there was no one in front of us, I could actually turn over, and admire her even more fully, without any risk of crashing. The smile on her face was worth dying for. 

During one of these interludes, I noticed that the light stayed on quite a long time. From the rear-view mirror I noticed that it was a pick-up truck. He also must have been enjoying the sights. Soon he too overtook us. But, as he was overtaking, he turned on his cab light, and waved to her. This scared the wits out of her. We were driving alone on this deserted highway, and a pickup truck guy knew what was possibly going on. She immediately put on her blouse.

That had an added attraction of its own. Amusing isn't it – yesterday I admired her in her bra and panties. Today I was admiring her in everything but her bra and panties (which were safely tucked away in my pocket). I did not mind too much, as I enjoyed reaching over under her blouse to continue playing with her breasts. Every once in a while I would move that hand lower – underneath her panty-less skirt, and enjoy playing with her there. And there was no hint of sleep or tiredness in my eyes. 

As we parked at the hotel, she asked "your place, or mine." 

"Mine," I answered, and led her to the room.

It was dark, so I did not worry too much, and she did not object either, as I walked with one hand carrying all the wine we had bought at the wineries, and the other hand on her bare bottom, under her short skirt. I just hoped that no one was behind us – although I did not turn back to verify. We did meet a few people walking away from the hotel, and smiled at them. I don't think they knew what the smile was for.

The moment we got inside the room, she had me in a tight embrace, and her lips were locked on mine. I realized how much she was longing for sex. I suggested that we open one of the wines we had got, but she did not want to wait. Her skirt and blouse were off in a moment, and she was tugging at my belt. I helped her by taking off the pants, and the rest of my clothes. Then I carried her gently and laid her on the bed. Before I could even recover, she had pulled me on top of her, and guided me inside her. I just lay on top of her, and enjoyed her movements underneath. Wanting to do more, she soon rolled us over, and straightened herself to a vertical position. Now she was again in the driver's seat. Thrusting at her pace, slowing down, picking up again, and resting in between. I just took my time to explore her body with my hands – sometimes on her breasts, whose contours I had got to know very well during the one-hour drive, sometimes on her hips, and occasionally on the clitoris. 

It wasn't long before I was ready to come. She sensed it, and rolled us back over, with her underneath me. Then she gently nudged me out of her. She positioned me such that I came all over her beautiful belly-button ring. Then she pulled me over, and we lay with the squishy and sticky come between us. But that did not last too long – before my erection had a chance to subside, she had me in her again, rolled us back so that she was on top again, and resumed her thrusting. The excitement was too much, and I was erect in no time at all. This is probably only the second or third time in my life that I was erect immediately after an ejaculation. We went on like that for a while until she had had her fill, and collapsed on top of me.

That is how I found us a few hours later when I woke up. While I was too small to be inside her, I was certainly "knocking at the door." I gently took her right nipple in my mouth, and swirled my tongue around it. 

She whispered in a sleepy voice, "not now darling, I promise you a grand time in the morning." 

And a grand time it was. I woke up to her thrusting her breasts in my mouth, and her hand on my penis, ready to wake it up too. When that did not work, she turned around, and took it in her mouth. Her pussy, only a few inches from my nose, gave me a wonderful whiff of her sweet flavor. I wasn't going to stay behind, and we had a great time with our sixty-nine. In fact when I was fully aroused, I wanted to turn her back, but I guess she was enjoying it too much, and we continued until both she and I had come.

At breakfast that morning, she was beaming with pleasure, and so was I. Where do we go from here? 

I actually had a lot of shopping to do. She came along and helped me with my chores. We had dinner at a nice Italian restaurant, with wine. But that night we were too tired to do much. 

Throughout the next week, while her co-worker was still away, she stayed with me. Sex is the first thing we did in the morning and the last thing at night – every day. Whenever my schedule allowed, I would come back to the hotel for lunch. Sometimes it would be just lunch, sometimes, lunch followed by something else.

On Friday she got a call, saying that her co-worker was arriving back. I said goodbye to her that evening – just before he was due to come. 

And I never saw or heard from her again.



Through The Window



It was early one summer evening and Matt was exhausted. He'd put in ten hours at work and couldn't wait to get off his feet. Usually he played poker on Wednesday nights, but tonight all he wanted to do was watch about ten episodes of Family Guy and drink his weight in Mountain Dew.

Matt got out of the car and headed for the back door. He waved to the neighbor, who was cutting up some fallen limbs with a ridiculously loud chainsaw. Matt noted as he walked around to the back of the house that he needed to do some yard work, too. 

As he walked past their bedroom window, Matt could see Elizabeth's form through the thin curtains and did a double-take; she was completely naked. He paused and made sure he was out of the neighbor's line of sight before taking one step closer to the window. 

Elizabeth was standing in front of their full-length mirror, apparently admiring her reflection. She examined herself from the side for a moment, then turned her back and looked over her shoulder into the mirror. She poked the back of her thigh and made a face, then gave a tiny smile as she squeezed her firm buttocks with both hands. 

She turned back round and faced the mirror, her breasts in her hands, and rubbed her nipples with her thumbs. Then she ran her fingertips down her stomach to her upper thighs. 

Matt had seen Elizabeth naked many, many times, but never without her being aware of it. There was something different and slightly.....forbidden about catching this private moment.

Elizabeth's hands went back to her breasts. She covered them with her hands and squeezed them, then tweaked her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. She drew slow, lazy circles around the edges of her breasts. Then she tilted her head down, pulled her right breast up and actually flicked her own nipple with her tongue. 

Matt felt a slight stiffening in his pants. Seeing Elizabeth putting her hands all over herself was hot on its own; it was even hotter, somehow, that she didn't know he was watching. 

Elizabeth licked both nipples, wishing her neck was longer so she she could suck on her own tits. She watched herself in the mirror as she pinched her hard nipples and squeezed her big breasts. She slapped her left one a few times, then the right. She loved it when Matt slapped her tits while they were fucking. 

She reached down between her legs and smiled. She put two fingers inside herself and covered them in her wetness. Then she slowly pulled her fingers out and rubbed the wetness on her hard nipples. She turned away from the mirror and crawled onto the bed. 

Matt's cock was fully erect now. He didn't want her to see him, but he didn't want to stop watching either. Was it possible that she was going to touch herself where she could so easily be seen? Or would she turn out the lights, get under the covers, and completely ruin his view? 

Elizabeth stayed on top of the covers. She lay on her back with her knees bent and her feet flat on the bed. As long as she didn't sit up and look straight out the window, Matt had a front row seat to her unintentional performance. 

Elizabeth reached down to the source of her wetness and let it cover her fingertips. She rubbed the wetness all over her pussy lips and her little clit. Then she used her whole hand to rub her whole pussy at once, back and forth, very lightly, teasing herself. It made her cum harder in the end. She put her middle finger deep inside herself and reached for her g-spot. She rubbed it softly and quickly. Part of her wanted to cum already and part of her wanted to keep rubbing herself forever. 

Matt could feel a tiny wet spot in his pants as he watched Elizabeth fuck herself with her finger. He wanted to go inside and put his big, hard cock into her tight, hot little hole. But he wanted to keep watching too. Who knows when he would get a chance like this again?

Elizabeth rubbed her g-spot until her hand started to cramp. Then she withdrew her finger and spread her legs a little wider. She covered her fingertips in her wetness again and used her right hand to spread her pussy lips. Rubbing her little clit as fast and as lightly as she could, she could feel an orgasm building deep inside her. She rewet her finger and kept rubbing gently. Her legs began to tremble. She wished for Matt's seven and a half inch cock deep inside her wet, aching pussy. She moaned and raised her pelvis in the air a little as she got closer. Her pussy lips and upper thighs were covered with her juices. 

Matt's cock was rock hard and felt like he was about to explode. He decided as soon as Elizabeth came he was going to go inside and fuck her. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this turned on. 

Elizabeth was making noises now and quivering. She slowed down a little to draw it out. The build up was incredible; her legs and pussy felt like they were on fire. Her hips started moving a little on their own and she couldn't help moaning. She sped up, rubbing her little clit as fast as she could. She let out one loud, "ohhhhhh," and she came so hard she almost sat straight up. 

Matt wished he had a way to capture that moment forever. Watching her hand rubbing her pretty little pussy, hearing her moans, seeing her trembling legs and her pussy lips shiny with her wetness was so fucking hot, and she didn't even know he could see. 

Elizabeth rolled onto her side and closed her eyes. Matt slipped quietly in the front door and immediately began unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He took his shirt off and tossed it on the couch as he walked by. He tried to tiptoe so Elizabeth wouldn't hear him approaching. Matt wanted to catch her off guard. The bedroom door was ajar and he squeezed through without it squeaking. Elizabeth heard his footsteps and sat up, but by then he was almost to the bed, and his huge, hard cock was already out of his pants. 

Elizabeth smiled when she saw him. Matt grabbed her hands and pulled her to him, kissing her roughly. She reached down and took his penis in her hands. stroking it with one hand and massaging his balls with the other. Matt bent down and took one breast in his mouth, biting her nipple gently. He put his hands on Elizabeth's waist and stood up. He turned her over and caressed her ass gently, then grabbed her hips and pulled them toward his pelvis. He shoved his cock into her still-wet pussy and buried himself inside her. She moaned as he stretched her with his large dick. 

Matt kept his hands on her hips and moved her back and forth so that her ass made a slapping sound on the front of his legs. He fucked her hard and fast. He'd gotten so horny watching her finger her wet little slit, and now he was fucking her and it felt good. She was so wet and warm and tight. She was moaning with each pump of his cock. 

It wasn't long before Matt was pounding Elizabeth's pussy as hard and fast as he could and getting ready to come. She was still moaning and saying, "yeah, yeah," in time to his thrusts. Soon Matt came and came hard, slowing his thrusts as his hot cum spurted into her little pussy. When he was done he withdrew himself slowly, feeling her muscles twitching around him. She turned over, smiled at him and said, "Hey. I'm glad you're home."



Through the Window



She watches from her large front window, watching for him to arrive. Short, very voluptuous, epicurean, with her red hair cut somewhat short, she wears what he asked -- black matching bra & panties, garter belt, fishnets, & her stiletto heels. She is very aroused, from his phone call & dirty talk, to the expectation of what they will do together. As she stands, waiting & watching, she caresses her large breasts through the lacey material, making her large pink nipples pucker & stiffen. She spreads her legs & fondles her waiting, yearning pussy through the thin fabric. She feels the damp spot growing & smiles. She checks the clock on the wall. Why isn't he here yet? 

He pulls into her drive & shuts off the engine. He's sure she's watching, but waits a moment anyway. He, of medium build, short brown hair, clad in jeans & a tight tee, is extremely aroused. He knows she will be wearing what he asked, knows she will be standing, waiting, touching herself, wishing he would hurry & arrive. He feels his hard staff through his jeans, teasing himself, running his fingers up & down his turgid member. 

She sees him arrive, & moves to the front door. She waits for the car door to open & slam shut before opening the door. She waits & waits, & doesn't hear the door. Puzzled, she peeks through the peephole & sees him still sitting in his car, watching her front window. She steps back, wondering what she should do. An idea strikes her. She turns on the lights by her window, opens the curtains wide, & sexily strolls before the window. She poses sultrily before the window, knowing how he loves when she does this for him. She gets a thrill from exposing herself this way, knowing any of her neighbors could see her, but not caring, as long as he is watching her. 

He has teased himself long enough & is getting ready to leave his car when her lights go on. He sees the curtains part & sees her walk before the window. She poses for him, pushing her big beautiful tits to him, lifting one foot onto the windowsill, spreading her legs wide. He groans, & grabs his now throbbing dick. He is tempted to pull him out, but doesn't. He merely fondles himself through his jeans & watches her put on a show for him. 

She cups one of her large breasts, making sure the hard nipple is visible for him, & moves one hand between her legs. She pushes the thin material into her open slit, feeling the lace nudge against her now pulsing clitty. Her eyes flutter, & she tosses her head back. Refocusing on her "performance", she looks straight at him, or where she thinks he is, & moves the fabric to the side. Her pussy is very wet, glistening in the bright light, her button hard & an almost angry red. She pulls one of her breasts out, pushing the hard nipple into her mouth & licking & sucking it. She pulls her juice from her slit & tickles her stiff clit, rubbing furiously, occasionally dipping inside her nice tight cunt. 

He is transfixed. Watching her do this to herself, where anyone can see her, is one of the most incredibly lascivious things he's ever seen. He unzips his fly, pushes his briefs aside & frees his fat dick. He strokes himself, the precum oozing out, & turns on the lights inside his car. If she can show, so can he. He shifts in his seat, pushing his jeans down a little lower & freeing his balls. He pulls his tee up, & spits on his fingers, tickling his own nipples. 

She sees the light come on in his car. She smiles at him, & watches him push his jeans down. Sadly, she can't see his lovely prick from this angle, but she knows what he is doing. And when he pulls his tee up, to work on his man nipples, she almost cums. She pulls her fingers out of her slit, & stops touching her clit. She doesn't want to cum without him having touched her. She pulls her other tit out, pinching & pulling the nipple, while continuing to suck & lick the other. 

He strokes himself faster, moaning as he watches her suck her nipple. He teases his own nipple, watching her watch him. He can't take it any longer. He turns off the inside car lights, opens the door & waddles to her front door, his jeans at his ankles. He pounds on her door. 

She sees the lights go off, & watches him waddle to her door. She practically runs to the door, opening it as he pounds. He grabs her, pulling her tightly to him. Their mouths mash together, lips parted wide, tongues pushing deep into the other's mouth, hands roaming over backs & asses, pulling their bodies even tighter together. His swollen cock pushes against her leg, throbbing, smearing her thigh with his oozing juice. He feels the heat from her dripping snatch against his leg, as she spreads her legs & pushes her pussy against his thigh. He reaches for her tit, grabbing her hard nipple & pinching her roughly. She moans in his mouth, grabbing his cock & stroking him, coaxing more of his man juice from him. He rips the bra from her, as he also rips off her lace panties. She moves away from him & bends over the arm of the sofa. He kicks off his shoes, pulling his jeans & briefs off & moves behind her. She looks back at him, swaying her ass at him, smiling the dirtiest smile he's ever seen. He comes up behind her, fat pulsing dick in hand, & teases her ass with it. She moans & pushes back, almost inviting him to fuck her tight channel. He pulls back slightly, just teasing his cockhead over her ass, & slips his fingers into her dripping wet pussy, liberally coating his fingers. He moves his hard staff to her cunt hole, slamming into her. She pushes back, trying to get his pulsing meat deeper inside her gripping slit. He takes his lubed fingers & slides them into her tight ass, feeling his cock inside her pussy through the thin membrane. She gasps, pushing back & up, wanting more of him in her, more, more, more. 

They start to fuck hard, her large hard nipples brushing the fabric of the sofa, sending even more surges of wanton energy through her. 

"Oh god fuck me, please don't stop, fuck me harder, fill my pussy, please just fuck me," she shouts, ramming her hips back onto him, urging him on. His hips slam into hers, pistoning in & out of her welcoming, gushing cunt. She lays her head down on the cushion, moving one hand to her pussy, slapping her clit. She moans loudly, feeling his cock pounding her pussy, his fingers probing her ass, her fingers working over her swollen button. 

"Oh god I'm cumming, fuck me, yes god I'm cumming," she screams, her slit going wild, gripping & convulsing on his pounding dick. She continues to work her clit as her orgasm envelopes her, shaking & quivering. 

Her shouts excite him, as does her wanton nature. He feels her fingers on her clit, brushing his balls as he rams her & he feels his cum boiling, ready to blast from his tight balls. 

He grunts. His cock explodes thunderously, drenching her cunt, sending wave upon wave of his jizz deep inside her welcoming, consuming pussy. They slowly fuck, letting their energy ease, the cumming having drained them both. He slips out of her lovely slit, very reluctantly, & pulls her up. She turns to him & they embrace, kissing lightly, holding each other close. He sits on the sofa & pulls her onto his lap, kissing, touching, lightly caressing. 

Her phone rings. 

"Hello?" 

"Hi, this is Janet across the street. Patrick & I would like to return the favor."

"I'm sorry?" 

"Look out your front window." 

The line goes dead. She relays the conversation to him, & they both turn to look out her window. 

Across the street, the lights are ablaze, the curtains wide open & Janet is cupping her tits, as Patrick licks her pussy. 

He looks at her, she smiles at him & they relax to enjoy the show. His cock begins to stir slightly, & she takes it in her hand, lightly stroking...



Through the Window



Humboldt, Bavaria 1784

The moon burns bright in the black, restless sky. Outside the room, a cool autumn wind whips through the brittle leaves that blanket the ground. On an antique four-poster bed lies a young woman, naked and tightly bound, her limbs stretched apart and fastened to each post with black silk. The moonlight spills through an open window near the bed and bathes her naked flesh in its glow. Her long red hair is tossed over her shoulders onto the pillows around her. She is in a deep but restless sleep, drugged by one of His servants and left alone in the darkness to seal her dark and inevitable fate.

Suddenly, the heavy curtains shudder slightly, then become still again. A cool mist creeps into the room through the open window and crawls like a heavy fog along the floor. The sleeping girl becomes restless, her wrists twisting against the silk bindings that imprison her. Tendrils of the gray mist wrap around the bed posts like long fingers. The girl is still lost in sleep, but she moans softly as it creeps over her splayed, helpless body and smothers her with gentle caresses. 

Then the mist pulls away, as quickly as it had entered, and gathers in a dark corner of the room. The floor creaks. The dark figure of a man materializes. He stands motionless, while taking in his surroundings. He is a remote, majestic figure, shrouded in a long black cloak hanging loosely off his broad shoulders. Moving toward the dresser, he passes one hand over an unlit candle and it sparks to life. The candlelight seems to flow through his body and there is no reflection in the dresser mirror.

The dark figure glides silently across the bare wooden floor and stops at the foot of the bed. The young girl cries again. She is aware of his presence, even in the depths of her slumber. He studies her form -- the soft swells of her young breasts, the blush in her cheeks, the hair splayed out on the pillow. She is warm, and so full of life. The servant had chosen well. His unblinking eyes draw downward to the neatly trimmed mound between her open thighs. Two desires began to burn within him, one ancient, and the other ageless.

He raises his arms and allows the cloak to fall behind his shoulders. He is completely nude, his body is lean but not sparse, his muscles are both powerful and sensual. Taking a deep breath, he slowly rises from the floor. The young girl's breathing becomes irregular, gasping as if she were trying to wake herself up.

The black cloak flutters wildly behind him as he glides over the bed, their bodies almost touching. His long shaft is fully erect. The girl squirms, turns her head from side to side, and struggles weakly with her bindings. He gazes into her eyes, and presently she grows calm, her fears chased away and replaced with deadened sleep, and something else -- a longing that has been buried deep within the darkest recesses of her soul. 

He slides his hand across her breasts, she shivers from his ice-cold touch, her nipples become taut and erect. He lowers himself upon her, relishing the warmth of her young body. The wind outside howls like someone screaming in pain, the curtains in the window snap violently, but the girl is lost in her own dreams. In her mind's eye, she is in the arms of a magnificent warrior in glittering armor and burgundy robes -- the man he once was before his Becoming. Her full lips part in a smile.

He reaches up to touch her soft neck in a gentle caress, she beckons him with a hot sigh. He bares his fangs and nibbles the soft flesh at the base of her breasts, kisses the soft contours of her ribs, the flat plane of her belly, then leans back and gazes down at her young sex. In less than a moment, he quickly moves and bites down hard into the smooth muscle of her inner thigh. The young girl cries out and writhes helplessly on the bed. Blood trickles, his eyes glow as he indulges in her taste, then he releases her. His tongue travels up her neck and to her mouth. She looks deeply into his eyes for the first time, seeing nothing but the fire within them. His fangs extended, their tongues dance and she tastes her own salty blood on him. Tracing the curves of her body with his hands, he kisses her, then with one quick thrust, forces himself inside her. The girl cries out passionately, pulling desperately at the silk straps, not in an effort to escape the intrusion, but only with the desire to embrace her lover. He works his massive organ deep within her, jerking her body back and forth. She rubs her thighs against his and pushes her breasts up to him invitingly. Leaning closely, he puts his lips against her soft, pulsing neck. His cold breath excites her and she rolls her head to accommodate him. The girl's thoughts cry out to him, 

Take me, my Lord! 

He stares directly into her eyes, full of terror and desire, his fingers wrapped around her throat as he answers,

You are already mine.

Then he hisses and sinks his long fangs into the soft, inviting flesh. A low moan escapes her lips. He drinks hungrily, feeling the girl struggle silently beneath him, her eyes begging for release as he slowly drains the life out of her body. A thin line of blood trickles down her neck and falls in tiny droplets onto the satin sheet. For a few moments the girl fights, both against and for his powerful grasp, then relaxes. Her heart beats once . . . twice and then remains still.

He lifts his head from her swollen neck and continues to pump his cock deeper and deeper into her limp, lifeless body, violating her even after death. He presses his chest against her still-erect nipples and feels the warmth in her slipping away. Then one final trust until the earthly need within him is satisfied.

The Master slowly rises and unties the silk bindings from the young girl's wrists and ankles, looking down with pity at the body sprawled on the bed like an unwanted ragdoll. Her pale eyes look up at him as if begging to take her with him. He stands back, and holds the dead girl's gaze for another long moment, then disappears into the mist as it slides out of the room.

End 



Through the Window



Remsen, New York. A rural town in the middle of nowhere, circa 1979.

...

When I left work around noon on July 5th, I didn't realize how much my life was going to change. Because business was dead, the owner of the AGWAY that I worked at during the summer let me out early. I was going to call my Dad and ask him to pick me up, but decided that because it was a nice day I would walk.

I shortened the trip by cutting across some farms and hopping over the creek, which because it had been dry was only a couple of feet wide, and that made what would have been a 3 mile walk about half the distance.

Along the way I thought about how I would spend the day. I knew I would get stuck doing some of th chores around our modest sized farm, but also knew that I wanted to have a little fun, and that fun's name was Brady.

I had lived near Brady all of my life, and we had graduated high school last month. It was really strange to think you knew somebody, only to find out that you didn't really know them at all, but that was what happened when I walked home with Brady after Lenny Miller's graduation party.

It was along the route that I had just taken that we stopped to take a leak, needing to get rid of some of the keg of beer that we had helped kick at Lenny's party. We were standing side by side, tinkling away, when Brady said that he wished he had a big dick like mine.

Truth be told, it isn't all that big, but because I had been looking at Brady's cock it had gotten a little aroused, making it look more impressive than it might have usually. I didn't realize up until a few months ago that I might be gay, but after that time with Mr. Thomann it was dawning on me that I had more than a casual interest in my own gender.

Mr. Thomann is - was I should say - my gym teacher, and after I missed the late bus after soccer practice he offered me a ride home. On the way he mentioned that I had really picked up my game that year and he liked what he saw.

By the time I got home I found out that he liked what I showed in the shower more than what I did on the soccer team, but that was okay with me. It was a great experience, and I had been anxious to continue my education in that area, but it's a small town and people don't broadcast being gay, unless you want your ass kicked.

So there I was, standing there with my neighbor Brady checking out each other's dicks. He said he liked mine because it was so big, and I told him that I wished I was uncircumcised like he was. The looking turned to touching, and then Brady said that he must be drunk to be doing this with another guy, and I told him that was the way I felt too.

Then, after we stood there stroking each other's erect cocks for a while, Brady said that he must be really drunk, because he wanted to do something that he never did before, and that was when he dropped down to his knees and began sucking my cock.

Brady was lying of course, because he had obviously sucked dick before. He gave me better head that Mr. Thurman had, and after I came I reciprocated. Brady's dick was easier to suck because it was thinner than Mr. Thurman's had been, and by the time Brady shot his seed down my throat I was hooked.

Since that day Brady and I had gotten together at every opportunity, gobbling each other's dicks like there was no tomorrow, and I was starting to consider something that Brady wanted me to do to him.

The other day he had mentioned that he had read something in a book that guys enjoy getting fucked in the ass by other guys. I told him that I wasn't interested in that, and was more than content to suck his dick forever, but had no interest in having him put that skinny rod of his in my bottom.

No. That wasn't what Brady wanted, he explained. he wanted me to stick MY cock in HIS ass. That seemed impossible, because the head of my cock is almost the size of a plum, and even if it fit in somehow, it would probably hurt Brady like hell.

No. Brady said that he was told by somebody that if you used a lot of lubrication and you got the guy ready, it would hurt at all, and then he had me stick my finger in his ass. It was hot and tight, but as I wiggled my finger in there the idea got more interesting to me.

Brady said that he was willing to give it a try, and even offered to get some kind of lubricant if I would do it to him. Not that he had even done it before, of course, he was just curious. Having figured out that my dick was far from the first that had even crossed Brady's lips, I suspected that Brady had found out about getting fucked in the ass from something other than a book, but that was okay with me

It would be new to me, because Mr. Thomann had never ventured anywhere near my rear end, and he had been my only other lover besides Brady, so after a lot of thought I was going to tell Brady that I would do it to him.

As I cut through the field towards the back door of our house, Brady's ass was what I was thinking of, and just before I went up the back porch I happened to glance along the side of the house.

Brady's bike. Brady was here. I was elated for a second, but then realized that Brady knew I was going to be at work all day. Why was he here? I looked around towards where the corn was beginning to flourish, and saw no sign of him or my Dad. Maybe my old man had Brady doing some work for him. It wasn't uncommon for us kids to work a little at the neighbor's places when they needed help.

I heard what sounded like my father's voice coming from the far side of the house, so I walked around to see what he was up to, expecting to see him and Brady maybe clearing the patch of land that my old man always talked about using.

They weren't there, but the voice was my father's, except it was coming from inside the house,, and as I neared the open window with the curtains rippling in the breeze, the voice became clearer.

"That's it. Take it deeper. Get down on that cock."

I don't know what I expected to see when I looked through my father's bedroom window, but what I did see was so unfathomable that I did a double take before backing away in shock.

There was my father, Gary Harper. Big Gary Harper, ex-marine. The most macho man I had ever met. My Dad, standing there next to the bed, as naked as a jaybird, with one hand on his hip and the other on the back of the head of the person kneeling in front of him, imploring him to suck his cock and take it deeper.

In retrospect, it wasn't all that surprising that my old man would have sex, and want it just as much as I did. I had heard a rumor that after my Mom divorced him he had been screwing one of the women who worked at the school as a custodian, but the blonde hair my father had a fist-full of didn't belong to Sally Leonard.

It was Brady.

The thought that my father was gay hit me like a punch in the gut, because if I was making a list of the most unlikely men to be gay, my Dad would be right up there with John Wayne and Clint Eastwood. Yet there he was, standing there in a macho pose while my lover sucked his cock.

My father, Big Gary as he's known around down, is about 6'2" and 200 pounds, with his now gray hair still cut as short as it had been back in his Marine days. He was still a muscular guy from working on the farm, with the only concession to his 55 years being that the hair on his broad chest was turning gray.

I peeked back in around the billowing curtains, knowing that if my old man ever caught me spying on him, he would kick my butt, and as I looked in the back of my mind I thought that maybe - just maybe - I had been seeing things.

Brady. Poor little innocent Brady who claimed her never did anything like that before, had assumed the position he often did with me, kneeling down with his hands busy. His right hand was down between his own legs, yanking on his long skinny dick furiously while holding the shaft of my father's cock with his left.

Despite the fact that my head was spinning I almost laughed when I saw what Brady was holding. Around town my Dad is known as Big Gary, with me getting the name Little Gary because Dad is a couple inches taller and maybe 20 pounds heavier than me, and when I saw what Brady couldn't quite get his hand completely around, I could tell that our names were correct.

Brady liked to gush about how big my cock is, and I guess it is sort of, being about 7 or so inches long when hard, but as Brady's mouth slid all the down from the tip of my old man's cock I could tell dad's was way bigger. Brady's mouth could only get close to where his hand gripped the shaft, while my friend could nearly deep throat me when he got going.

I ducked back against the house when they started moving around, and when I peeked back inside I saw that my old man had positioned Brady on his hands and knees at the end of the bed. From where I stood I was getting a sideways view of my father squirting some kind of lotion in the crack of Brady's ass, and then sticking a finger in. Two fingers, maybe more. I couldn't tell from my angle but my father was really twisting his arm as it lurched forward.

Besides, I confess to paying more attention to my father's cock as it swayed in front of him like a log. The rusty brown-hued skin was glistening from the lotion that my old man was rubbing on it, and I then learned that my father wasn't circumcised, as I saw the foreskin slide back and forth over the head of his manhood with his stroking. 

Then it was happening. Tossing the bottle of lotion aside, my father stepped up behind Brady, who was still perched on the end of the bed with his ass high and his legs spread, and calmly brought his tool up to Brady's asshole.

I couldn't see my old man's cock go in, which was just as well, but I heard Brady's scream, which sent shivers down my spine and made me glad the neighbors were far away, and I saw my father leaning forward while reaching out to grab Brady's blonde locks and pull his head back as he kept pushing forward.

"Shut up, you fucking pussy!" my old man snapped before groaning as he apparently fully impaled Brady. "You wanted my big cock so bad, then take it. Take it all."

Somehow Brady was, although he was whimpering and grabbing the bedding with his fists, and then my father pulled his massive organ nearly all the way out before sliding all the way back in. Again. And again. Faster and harder with every thrust, so hard that the bed started banging into the wall behind it.

Dad was like a machine, a fucking machine, and Brady took it, his head buried in a pillow while my father drilled him relentlessly. It seemed to go on forever, and soon they were both covered with sweat, with their wet skin making a slapping sounds as they collided over and over.

I could see the droplets of sweat flying off my father's hairy body as his face and neck got redder and the muscles in his shoulders and legs rippled, and I suddenly realized that I was squeezing my cock through my slacks as I watched, and I was hard as blue steel.

Now my father was crouched over Brady, like a praying mantis devouring its prey, cursing and insulting Brady while the bed lurched against the wall. Dad's arms went around Brady's skinny body, and I could see Dad's hand grab Brady's cock as it bounced around under him and started yanking on it hard.

My father was making sounds that sounded inhuman, and then let out a howl that sent shivers down my spine. I could see Brady's dick squirting cum all over the bed while his screams were muffled by the mouthful of pillow he was eating after dad shoved his face into it, and then it was over.

The entire scene was surreal. My father hunched over my friend, with both of them looking like drowned rats as their bodies heaved with heavy breathing, while I stood outside baking in the sun. My shirt/uniform top with my name Gary on the patch was so wet that it was pasted to my chest, while below, the wet spot that covered my crotch was not because of perspiration.

It was about that moment that I thought it might be a good idea to disappear, but that thought came a second too late, because just as I was about to turn and go, my old man climbed off of Brady and stood up, turning toward the window instead of away.

Our eyes met for the briefest of seconds as the curtains billowed in the breeze, and I saw Dad's mouth start to open, but then I was off. I can run pretty fast, but never faster than that afternoon. I tore through the field behind the barn, not looking back while imagining my naked old man nipping at my heels after jumping out the window, ready to make me pay for spying on him.

When I finally looked back, there was no one behind me. A quarter of a mile back, the farmhouse looked the same, and so I kept walking until I got to the creek, where it took a couple of hand-fulls of water to soothe my parched throat while I tried to figure out what to do.

I couldn't go back home. Not ever. That was out of the question. Maybe I could sneak back home and grab some clothes when it got dark, and then - who knows? Maybe they would let me sleep in the break room at work for a while.

It was a couple of hours later when Brady came back. He was all clean and looking normal, and he gave be a sheepish grin that I would have returned if I wasn't so pissed.

"Figured you'd be back here. What's up?" he said, and I looked at him like he was out of his mind.

"I know what you're thinking," he said after a bit.

"No you don't," I said, which was true, because even I didn't know what I was thinking.

"Yes I do. You're hurt. I hurt you. You cared about me and I hurt you."

"That right?" I asked, and he nodded.

I said nothing, but was tempted to tell him that he was wrong. I wasn't in love with Brady. We sucked each other's dicks and he made me feel good because he was always telling me things I liked to hear, but I wasn't in love with him.

"Surprised that since you knew where I would be that you didn't bring him back here so he could kick my ass," I finally said.

"He's not mad at you, if that's what you think," Brady said. "He's feeling bad because he thinks you must hate him."

"So what did you do? Kiss and hug and console each other?" I snapped.

"Yeah, for a while."

"Fuck you!"

"I wanted to, but you didn't," Brady said with a smile. "C'mon. Don't be mad."

"What should I be?"

"Mad, I guess," Brady admitted.

"So how did this happen? You pedal over here this morning on your bike and pretend to be looking for me, and then figured out a way to get my old man to fuck you? Taking advantage of a guy whose alone and misses his wife?"

"Your dad doesn't miss your Mom. No, it's been going on for a while," Brady said.

"What? You and my old man?" I asked, and Brady nodded while I got up from the rock I was sitting on. "Bullshit. The way he was treating you? Like a dog?"

"He likes it that way."

"What about you?"

"Can't you figure that out? I love the way he treats me. Matter of fact, I wish he was rougher, but he's not as tough as he acts. Not inside. He seduced me," Brady said. "Didn't take much, you know. Not with that body, and that cock? One look at that and.."

Brady never finished the sentence, because I punched him in the stomach, and after he went down and held his stomach for a while I felt better, even though I'm not a fighter by nature.

"Had that coming," Brady said after he got up and caught his breath.

"Sorry," I mumbled, because while I didn't like him talking about my father like that, I wasn't really mad as much as baffled. "But a lot of things just happened, and my head is spinning."

"I understand, man. Really."

"But if you and him were - I mean - why me?"

"That was your father's idea, sort of, "Brady confessed. "He said he suspected that you might be gay, and he thought you might need a friend to help you sort things out. Somebody he wished he had when he was young."

Maybe he was trying to help, but hearing Brady say that only made me more confused.

"I'm going home," Brady said. "You should too. Your Dad, you know he's a great guy. He loves you. I didn't mean to get in the middle of things. I like you both a lot. Call me if you want to talk."

I didn't call him. Not that day, but I did go home. The house was dark, but when I opened the kitchen door I saw my father sitting at the table, with a half-empty bottle and an empty glass in front of him.

"Hi," I said softly.

Hi, son. You can turn on the light," Dad said in a voice that sounded weary and a bit drunk.

I did and walked over to the table and sat across the table from him. He pushed the bottle toward me but I took a sip from his glass instead.

"Got out of work early today, I guess," Dad said, and I nodded.

"Just as well," Big Gary said. "You deserve to know the truth. About what kind of man your father is."

I said nothing, and to be honest I was having trouble looking at Dad after seeing him naked.

"It's why your Mom left me," Dad continued. "She suspected I was gay - or at least bi-sexual when she married me, but she was sure that she could cure me. That's the word she used. Cured. Like it's a disease. You are or you aren't, and I am."

"Guess you are too," Dad added.

"How come you never - I mean once you suspected I was gay, how come you never - you know?"

"I could never do that - not to you son," dad said. "Not because you're not a fine looking young man, because you are. It's just that I like it, let's just say rough. Like what you saw me do to Brady. Doing that to you? No way.".

We left it at that, but Dad did let me help him get to bed, and even let me help undress him. I saw that magnificent hunk of manhood in its flaccid state, and while it wasn't as scary as it was when aroused, it was still an amazing sight.

Before leaving, I told Dad that I loved him, and after leaning down and kissing him, asked him something. He thought for a moment before answering.

"We'll talk in the morning," Dad said, and we did.

...

I looked down at what was still visible of my greased hand as I spun it deep inside Brady's ass, and after a couple more skewering of his anus I pulled my fingers out and observed the gaping hole that a few minutes of that had created.

"Don't be rough," Brady whimpered to me as I crawled beneath him.

"Shut up," I saw, twisting his nippled before reaching down and sticking my cock in his ass.

This ass was so tight, and as Brady wiggled around I felt the bed shake before a familiar face appeared over Brady's shoulder.

"Ready?" Dad asked.

"I think so."

"Not talking to you," I said. "Go ahead Dad.

Dad was positioning Brady, moving him around while I arched my back to try and stay in, and as I felt my father's cock squeezing into Brady's ass to join me, Brady screamed.

I knew it wouldn't last long, and I was right, but we did do it, and for the thirty seconds or so that I managed to last, it was crazy. The feel of the underside of Dad's cock crushing against the underside of my own was more than enough, but when he started moving his cock into Brady's ass, that was enough to send my cum spurting into Brady.

My deflating dick was soon forced from Brady's ass, which allowed me to see something other that the whites of my friend's eyes for once, and I crawled out from beneath Brady so my Dad could go to work.

"How you like it?" I asked my friend, lifting his head with a fist full of his hair.

"Make him suck your cock," Dad snarled. "Make this pussy our own personal ATM."

I pushed the head of my spent dick against Brady's mouth and he opened wide, allowing me to fuck his face while Dad pounded his ass from behind. Brady didn't have to move, but just kept getting slammed from both directions at once.

Dad let out that loud bellow that was his trademark as he came, with me taking my cock out ofBrady's mouth and slapping his face with it before he collapsed. I knelt down and asked Brady if he was okay, and he smiled weakly and nodded, so I walked around to join Dad as he climbed off the bed.




Through the Window



We both looked at Brady, especially at the gaping hole that was his anus that was still wide open, and we gave each other high fives while enjoying what we had done to Brady, who had happily become our playmate and boy toy.

Dad wouldn't do it to me, although I was working on that, but when I suggested that maybe we could enjoy Brady together, he jumped at the chance. That feeling of our cocks grinding together when we tested the limits of how much manhood one ass could take would have to do for now.

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Through the Window Ch. 01



Ten to eight. Fai's husband would be home in twenty minutes. Standing in their little balcony kitchenette, surrounded by the noise of Bangkok, a mosquito feasting unnoticed on her ankle, she immersed her hands into the soapy water once again and continued her vigil of the room across the street. Through a gap in the curtain of the apartment opposite she could see a little slice of someone else's life, and how that someone else spent those precious hours when they believed themselves away from people's prying eyes. 

Fai's gaze travelled over the expanse of creamy thigh, the jutting hip bone, the trailing fingers and watched, inscrutable, as the woman on the bed slid her knickers down to tangle around her ankles. Sensuously, as if they belonged to someone else, the woman caressed her thighs. She was teasing herself. Fai had seen this before. The woman liked to build up her own anticipation, work herself up to it. It was as if she was trying to submerge herself in her pleasure, each stroke of her skin erasing a little bit more of the outside world until the only thing that existed was her and her body in all its voluptuous glory. This was the fourth time this week, which Fai knew about anyway, and it was only Tuesday. Three times yesterday and once today. The woman was insatiable. And so was Fai's need to watch this nameless woman as she regressed, surrendering to her desire to fulfill her most base of instincts. In her kitchenette, obscured from view, Fai felt like a scientist in a lab, calmly recording her observations. She was an ethologist cataloguing behaviour.

The woman was massaging the insides of her thighs. Fai could see the tendons on the back of her hands stand out as she exercised all of the constraint she could muster to keep from giving into herself. It wouldn't be long before her forbearance would wear thin. Fai held her breath, it was witnessing this moment that she had begun to crave, that had driven her out onto the balcony to stand with her hands in the sink, pretending to do the washing up, for almost three months now. Even the nights when her husband was home and she couldn't find an excuse to go and stand outside getting eaten alive by mosquitoes she would picture it. That moment, the moment of surrender, played out in her mind's eye in glorious technicolour.

The woman's fingers were sneaking closer and closer to the centre of her desire. From her concealed viewpoint Fai could just imagine how the woman's clit must be throbbing, the feeling as the blood rushed to her crotch, making her labia swell, her juices leak out onto the bed. Fai could smell the tangy scent that emanated from the woman's wet cunt, tainting the air with its sexuality. She pushed her pubis against the sink, feeling her own arousal, the stickiness between her legs. But as tempting as the idea was to mirror the woman's actions here in her sweaty little kitchenette she resisted. Keeping her hands submerged in the cold soapy water she bit her lip in eager anticipation.

Across the street, over the heads of the scabby soi dogs as they engaged in their complex territory battles, surrounded by boxy one-room apartments full of unwitting occupants going about their mundane business, the woman was succumbing to her own administrations. Fai's heart thudded in her chest as those questing fingers lightly glided over swollen cunt lips and she was sure she could hear the woman gasping as if she was in the room with her. The woman closed her eyes and spread her thighs further apart. Using her index finger she began to circle her clit. In Fai's mind the touch was gentle, feather-light, the way Fai herself liked to be touched, the way she'd spent many years trying to encourage her husband to simulate. She could imagine the silky feel of the swollen bud as it was coaxed and teased. The woman's other hand moved down to her hole and a finger pushed inside herself. It would feel so warm, so wet. There is nothing comparable to the feel of one's own sex, to give in to those animal instincts and bring yourself to the pinnacle of pleasure. Always comforting but always a little illicit, a unique thrill. And to share in someone else's personal satisfaction, even as a silent and secret observer, took Fai to new heights of titillation. 

The woman's movements were becoming faster, more urgent. A second finger was pushed inside her and the finger on her clit gained speed. She was writhing, eyes squeezed shut, her mouth a perfect 'o' as she moved herself closer to peaking point. Both hands were moving in a frenzy now, the fingers of her left hand pushing inside her harder and faster. She angled her hips to allow them to slide in deeper as the right hand continued its work, moving over her clit with practiced accuracy. 

With her dark hair spread across the white sheets like a puddle of oil, her face flushed and her whole body shuddering the woman frigged herself harder and harder. She arched her back and squirmed on the bed and - yes! - it was finally here. Fai's cunt flooded as she witnessed the woman surfing the crest of her orgasm and with a cry that must have resonated through the apartment building like a fire alarm she came.

Fai's eyes were stuck to the window. The final act was complete but she always stuck around for the afterpiece. There was a bittersweet intimacy in watching the woman as she returned to reality. Her hands would be sticky and her hair tangled. Even as the satisfaction radiated through her body it was beginning to fade away. She lay still, staring at nothing, thinking thoughts obscured from Fai. She wanted to be in that room with her, to hold her and stroke her hair as she came down. To hear those elusive musings whispered in her ear. She could weep for the woman as she so often wept for herself - frustrated, isolated, embittered by the world. Fai gazed at the soft, pale body that to her seemed so vulnerable. She watched the float of the woman's breasts as her breathing evened to a steady rise and fall. She looked so beautiful. If she could Fai would have reached through the window and touched her. A simple, friendly touch, just to let her know that she was here and that she understood.

So transfixed was she that she didn't think to move when the woman got up from the bed, crossed the room with languid strides and reached for the curtain. It was just a split second but for Fai it stretched out and filled her whole world as the woman locked eyes with her. Fai would remember that look forever. There was a flicker of understanding and then the curtains were pulled closed.



Through the Window Ch. 02



The sound of a key in the lock made her jump out of her skin. Fai had been sitting on the bed for something between five minutes and fifty years, those eyes dancing before her, their look penetrating her soul. Her husband had returned, full of bluster and petty gossip from the office. He prattled on about a world she only knew about through him (her part-time job as a hotel receptionist was apparently a far cry from the mysterious microcosm of male interaction, idiosyncratic politics and indecipherable jargon that was his IT department) as he slid off his shoes and tugged off his tie. Thus divested of the trammels of work he collapsed on the bed beside her, barely noticing her silence. He ran an experimental finger up her spine and only when she flinched at his touch did he realise something was wrong. 

Over the last few months she'd seduced him minutes after he walked through the door. Where before she had been shy about her desire and sometimes seemed to avoid sex with him, now she was insatiable. It was like some animal had been awakened in her and he'd no idea what had prompted it, didn't really want to know if he was honest, was just glad that she now felt confident to express her love for him physically. When their bodies joined he felt so close to her, could whisper things in the heat of passion that he struggled to put into words in the cold light of the everyday. Making love transported them to another world, every time was something new and beautiful. Sex had gone from a tension-filled rutting, the pants and slight moans harmonized by the bang of the headboard against the wall, to something almost awe-inspiring. It had been like walking for so long through a dark tunnel only to find you've stepped out into the warmth of bright sunshine and have found yourself standing on a cliff overlooking a breathtaking view. It felt free and tinged with the divine.

But now something was wrong. He could feel the tension radiating from her and the image of that divine world they had discovered flickered in his mind's eye and threatened to crumble. He had to fix this, now.

A hand he hoped felt firm and reassuring rubbed her back and, lowering his voice to a level sonorous with sympathy, he asked her what was wrong. When his concern was met with silence the chill of panic began to rise in his gut. He gathered her long hair in his hand and coiled the sleek, black rope around his wrist, a seasoned gesture that followed them back to the early days of their relationship. With tender lips he kissed her exposed neck and again murmured his concerns into the vulnerable skin. Again he received no answer so, using her hair as a marionette string, he moved her head until she was facing him. He could tell straight away that her eyes didn't see him. She was looking at something or someone else and that image was not something she would be sharing with him. That icy feeling tightened in his belly and, not knowing what else to do, he leaned in and kissed her. He felt relief when she kissed him back but it was a blind kiss, disconnected. Gripping the coil of her hair so it pulled at the roots he kissed her more passionately. She opened her mouth and obediently allowed his tongue to caress hers. He pushed himself into her body, hoping the contact might thaw her and bring her back to him. It was an automotive response he could tell but she wrapped her arms around him and let him pull her close. Still kissing her with searching lips he laid her down gently on the bed and stretched her arms above her head. He pulled away to gaze down at her pinned beneath him. She was so beautiful, so sad and, despite the panic that permeated his body he felt himself becoming aroused. 

As his appetite grew he began to slowly unbutton her shirt. She closed her unseeing her eyes and inhaled deeply. Wherever she was now he got the feeling that his touch was still getting through to her. He peeled off the thin fabric, sliding it down over her arms, and revealed her small, pert breasts. Through the flimsy netting of her lurid pink bra he sought out her nipples, gripping one in his teeth and pulling on it hard. She let out a tight gasp that made his cock twitch and prompted him to swiftly release her breast and begin licking and sucking until it stood out, pink and tumescent. He unhooked the bra with difficulty, it was a skill he'd never got the hang of, and dropped it unceremoniously on the floor. His lust began to consume him as, feverishly, he descended on the other breast bestowing on it the same treatment. She had such sensitive nipples, a discovery that had delighted him when they first met, which he now manipulated to his advantage. She was moving beneath him now, her breath ragged in his ear and punctuated by occasional soft moans. Her eyes were still closed but she opened her thighs for him, drawing him close to her. He kissed her chest, her collar bone and nibbled at her ear as her hand moved his decisively to her nipple. He rolled it between his fingers and pushed his erection against the dampening cotton of her knickers. She let out a low moan and he felt elated. He really was getting through to her.

Moving his lips down her body he tugged off her rucked-up skirt. His kisses tattooed her stomach and she writhed in time to his administrations. He hooked two fingers inside the waistband of her knickers and slowly, teasingly pulled them off. The smell of her sex sent even more blood rushing to his cock, a flush of success. He spread her thighs wide and she whimpered with longing. He could give in now and taste the evidence of his hard work but he wanted to push her further, to give her as much as he could. He ran his tongue up the tender flesh of her inside thigh and she squirmed and cried out. Unexpectedly her hand gripped him by the hair and she tried to pull him towards the source of her acute need. Gently he removed her hand and pinned it by her side before running his tongue up the other thigh. Her moans were becoming more desperate and it took all his strength of will to keep at his work, kissing, licking, teasing. The sounds she made were incomprehensible, animal utterances and he knew she was completely lost to her desire. She wriggled restlessly on the sheets, her cunt turgid and climacteric; juicy and wantonly splayed for him.  He couldn't resist any longer.

The cry she let out as his tongue flickered over her swollen clit rang through his body. He was doing this to her, he was giving her this intense pleasure, those cries were for him. He licked and sucked, gently grazing with his teeth before circling, sweeping. Her fingers were once again in his hair, pushing him into her sex. She ground her cunt against his mouth, bucking and keening at his touch. Skillfully he slid a finger into her soaking hole and began to move it in and out. She spread her thighs as wide as possible to allow a second finger in to join the first. He sought out her g-spot, the way she had taught him to do, and massaged it, coaxing her towards the edge.

Fai could feel it building deep inside her. Already the intensity was making her light-headed. Fireworks burst behind her closed eyes as her husband's tongue continued its incessant caress. Her muscles fluttered around his fingers as it began to move through her body and then clenched tight as it swelled, crested. There, at the meridian of her orgasm she saw her, the woman. Now it was her eyes that were transfixed on Fai, it was her drinking in her pleasure. She saw Fai's body shaking, heard her cry of pure ecstasy as she surfed the tidal wave of her climax. She came so hard, the juices flowing from her cunt and her husband carefully, lovingly and almost hungrily licked her thighs clean as satisfaction radiated through her body. When she opened her eyes the woman's gaze had released its hold on her. All she saw was her husband, his face soaked, his eyes filled with lust.

In one swift movement she had him on his back, her mouth crushing his as she fought to remove all of his clothes at once. When she had him stripped beneath her, pinned between her thighs she sat back to look at him. He was so handsome and so turned on. She took his stiff cock in her hand and slowly, never breaking eye-contact with him, lowered herself onto it. He let out a guttural moan as she her heat and wetness engulfed him and she knew he wouldn't last long. Throwing back her hair and reaching her arms above her head to show off her breasts she began to ride him. Slowly at first, grinding herself against him but soon his fingers were digging deep into her thighs and he was begging her to move faster. His cock felt incredible inside her, seemed to be harder than it had ever been and once again she felt an orgasm beginning to build. He was arching his back beneath her and she ground herself harder against him. Their moans matched each other in volume and, through a haze of pleasure she saw the whites of his eyes as his head jerked back and he flooded her with his seed.

She collapsed beside him, her body still shaking and he grabbed her roughly and pulled her tight against his panting chest. He whispered that he loved her and she held his hand tight and promised that she felt the same. As she felt him drifting into blissful slumber, still trapped in his embrace, she looked across to the window and realised with a smile that a gap remained between the cream-coloured curtains, just wide enough for someone to look through.