The Security Guard
- Part 4
Amos was pleasantly surprised when his huge cock slid all the way into Ellen’s pussy. Not many women could take his cock, he admired the women who could. Ellen simply shifted her feet, widening her stance, as he began pounding away, his hips bouncing off her fat ass, setting them to jiggling in a somehow sexy manner which drove Amos crazy. He grabbed huge handfuls of fat ass cheeks and held on, while he plunged his cock up into her wet steaming hot pussy. It was the best fuck he’d ever had. He had been told that a fat woman was hotter and tighter that a normal woman. Now he knew it was true. Her pussy was extremely tight, grabbing his cock and holding it, as he pulled out. It was buttery soft and hot as hell, as was her ass against his hips.
Her figure was not exactly pleasant to look at. As she rested her stomach on the desk it spread at the sides making her look like a huge white frog. Her breast were more appealing, spreading out on either side of her body, the dark red nipples bouncing under his brutal attack. For some reason he thought of two bald men nodding, and the thought almost made him laugh out loud, which could have been disastrous. Few women liked to hear a man laugh while they were having sex, or when she stripped, for that matter.
Her pussy was really juicy now. He could feel her juices coating his cock, balls, and hips. A glistening layer of juice even covered her ass. He massaged the lubricant into her fat ass with both hands, while he pelted away at her pussy. It was wonderful, feeling a pussy engulf the full length of his shaft. His balls were smashing into her pussy, stimulating her clit with each slapping contact.
Ellen turned her head to the side and lay moaning. She jerked with each ramming attack of his penis. Her attention suddenly went to her huge breast. She pulled it to her lips and sucked, while bouncing on the desk.
“That is so fucking sexy,” Amos moaned. The smell of pussy was strong in the room and that too added to the sexiness of the situation. There were no sounds to distract them. He could hear nothing but the sound of them making love. Ellen’s harsh breathing joined his in the quiet room to create a confusion of echoes.
Although the air in the room was cool on their bodies, Ellen’s ass was hot and soft to the touch. Amos leaned forward, resting his chest against her soft back, while maintaining his ramming attack on her vagina.
It wouldn’t be long now, Amos thought. The fire was building in his loins again. Even after his fantastic blowjob, he would cum big. There was a slight sheen of sweat on his body. Ellen seemed calm and cool. Of course her body was lying on the cold surface of the desk, and Amos was doing all the work.
“I’m fucking coming,” he moaned suddenly. Ellen’s head came up off the desk. She had postponed her orgasm by thinking of other things, but maybe she had waited too long. In desperation she tried to reach behind her and stimulate her clit, but she couldn’t do it from the angle she was in. She lifted her right leg and pulled it up on the desk. Now she could reach her clit. She found her clit with three fingers and rotated them over it. The wet, mushy flesh of her pussy jiggled and rotated around her rapidly spinning fingers. Eager to cum when Amos did, she stirred her mushy pudding in desperation. She didn’t want to be left hanging, after all the wonderful experiences of the afternoon. That would spoil everything.
“Almost,” Amos panted behind her. “Almost there,” he repeated, slapping his cock against her wet pussy. He could feel her busy fingers working against his balls. He knew what she was doing, but it was too late to hold off. His orgasm had begun.
“Oh, fuck!” he screamed, stiffening with his cock held tightly against her pussy. His hips mashed her huge ass cheeks out of shape. Her fingers flew in her pussy, trying to bring forth her orgasm. She rubbed and rotated her ass against his hips, feeling his long piece of meat churning the butter inside her loins. She was so close, so damned close.
Ellen felt a movement at the entrance to her ass. She knew it wasn’t his cock, because she could feel it wilting inside her. Suddenly she felt a well-lubricate thumb being thrust into her ass hole. It was all she needed to achieve her orgasm.
Squealing and screaming, she hunched her pussy against him, while he patiently stood and waited for her to finish her orgasm. Even his semi-soft cock was larger than most men. She hunched her ass against him, feeling his cock wag and rotate inside her pussy. It was wonderful, blissful. She squealed, and grunted as her pussy spasmed, it clenched his softening cock in a firm grip and milked it. Some time later she lay panting on the desk, totally fulfilled. She moaned as he pulled his cock out and fell backwards into the chair. The sudden loss of his cock made her feel empty.
“I guess the old saying is true,” she gasped, pulling a package of wipies out of her purse. She handed on to Amos, while she cleaned her own ass and pussy.
“About black men being big?” he asked as he reached for his clothes.
“No, about any port in a storm. I knew you were taping girls, I’m the one who turned your tape off yesterday. You forgot it.”
“Fuck,” he said, remembering that she was right.
“Don’t worry, the cop didn’t notice. I left my phone here so I could come back and catch you. I’m just glad that it was my pussy you used, when you needed one. Are you planning on taping some more tomorrow?”
“Sure,” Amos said. “Unless you have some objection.”
“No, none at all. I will show up an hour early, in case you need a pussy again.”
“I will,” Amos laughed, grabbing her now clothed pussy, “I certainly will.” -
Oral Addiction
Kat couldn’t help it! She wanted to stop but something inside her wouldn’t let her! Kate was from all appearances a normal eighteen year old junior in high school. Average looks, average grades, nice friends, good parents, nothing to worry about. Well not exactly, you see Kat was addicted to oral sex! She would suck anyone, anywhere, at anytime. She couldn’t be exactly sure of why, but all she knew was that she had a burning uncontrollable desire to have her mouth around a hard cock or her tongue buried in a hot warm pussy!
Walking home from school, Kat had stopped off at the store to buy some school supplies! The lady salesclerk was a fifty five year old spinster who probably had never had it from anyone in her life, but she had heard about Kat from one of her bridge partners, so when she recognized her, she decided to see if what she had heard was true. “Come with me,” she said to Kat, and the led her to the store room at the rear of the store. Not sure if she should try it, the older lady slowly lifted the front of her dress. She didn’t want to say anything, she just waited to see if Kat would really just “do” her. To her utter amazement, Kat dropped to her knees and pulled down the older woman’s panty hose and feverishly began eating her dripping pussy! She had never felt anything so wonderful! Without even asking, this cute little girl was licking her clit! Kat couldn’t get enough! She sucked and licked until the woman started to shake with her orgasm. When she was finished, the lady pulled up her panty hose and told Kate to wait there for a second. In a few minutes the lady had returned with the store manager Mr. Clif. “Just stand in front of her,” she told him, “She’ll do the rest!” A shocked Mr. Clif then watched as Kat unzipped his trousers, pulled out his cock, and sucked him in deep! As Kat sucked him, the woman, now emboldened, gingerly reached down and began feeling Kat’s chest. When she got no resistance she slid her hand up under Kat’s skirt and slid her finger inside of her panties. She found that Kat was dripping like a leaky faucet! It had been a long time since she had felt a young woman’s body, and she couldn’t believe what a hot little bitch Kat was! She got around behind her and pulled Kat’s panties down to her knees, and while using both hands, she ran them up and down her ass and legs, finally putting her mouth on Kat’s crotch and licking the sweetest pussy she had ever tasted.
Both Kat and Mr. Clif were now moaning with pleasure, and Kat sucked even harder when she felt his tight nuts begin to tighten as sperm gushed into her eager mouth! Seconds later Kat’s own orgasm slammed her cunt just as the cum flew down her throat! She spent the next five minutes cleaning the now limp cock with her mouth, and the old spinster not wishing to miss out on one more chance at getting sucked off, stood next to Mr. Clif with her dress pulled up and her panties down so that when Kat was finished the cleaning the cock she slid over and licked the hairy slit until the old cunt came one final time!
When she finally arrived at home, her mom told her that Tommy had called and wanted her to call him back as soon as she got home. When she got him on the phone all he said was, “At the library, tonight.” Kat immediately began to think of the big piece of meat Tommy had! He was one of her favorites! Usually he would get her off too, but a lot of the boys just left her hanging after they go their “nut”. Tommy was one of the more considerate ones, as sometimes he would even fuck her! Now that was a real treat!!! After dinner Kate excused herself and then headed for the library. It was only about a fifteen minute walk and as she strolled along, all she could do was think about how nice Tommy’s pecker tasted. When she got there Tommy was waiting for her on the front steps. He took her by the arm and led her to the second floor where the went way back into the far corner behind the periodicals. Tommy slipped his hand under Kat’s sweater and played with her nipples and tits, and just like he had told her, no bra or panties. Her nipples became hard as he twisted them between his fingers, he then asked her what she wanted, and she whispered back, “To your suck your penis.” “Let me see your tits first,” he said, “lift up your sweater, show me!!!” Kat pulled up her sweater exposing her chest to the young stud as he leaned over and took a hard nipple into his mouth and greedily nursed on the hard nub. After a few minutes he stood up, unzipped his fly, and ordered Kat to take out his prick. After kneeling down, she slid her soft hand into Tommy’s pants and found his now hard dick. Gently she pulled the big boner into view where upon she started kissing the head of his now fully erect member. It was times like this that Kat was glad she was a female! There was just nothing like sucking the cock of a young stud, especially when they were hung like Tommy’s!
As she sucked on Tommy, Kat thought back about and incident that had happened when she was about six months ago. She had gone swimming with one of her friends but had to return home when she realized that she had left her pool pass in her room. When she got home she was a little surprised to see her dad’s car parked in the driveway. He should have been at work until at least five thirty and here it was only one o’clock. On her way up to her room she was about to yell out, “I’m home!”, when she heard strange sounds coming from her parent’s bedroom. Her father was moaning as if he were in pain! When she got all the way upstairs she could see that their bedroom door was partially open, so she crept silently over and peeked inside. She couldn’t believe what she saw!!! On her knees and naked, her mom was sucking on her fathers penis! Kat had never seen her father’s cock before, and was amazed at it’s size! Her dad was moaning and almost pleading, “Suck it harder, Pat!” Her mom looked up and said, “You like my mouth on your pecker don’t you?!?” “Oh yes,” he moaned and for the next ten minutes Kat watched as her mom blow her dad’s big dick. Just when she thought that was all there was too it, her dad screamed, “I’m cumming!!!”, and then white stuff was flying everywhere out the end of his cock! Her mother not only didn’t try to get out of the way, she seemed to be trying to get as much of it into her mouth as she could! After her dad had calmed down Kat slipped into her room to get her pool pass and sneaked back out of the house. Although she never told anyone what she had seen, seeing her mother sucking off a big cock made her feel that sucking was a natural and good thing to do.
Tommy was now doing what her dad had done six months ago, moaning and begging to cum in a woman’s mouth! More than happy to oblige, Kat worked her mouth up and down the erect penis, stopping now and then to give the head a good hard suck. Tommy’s groan and nut tightening let Kat know that a load of cum was cumming her way! Kat thought Tommy had the sweetest cum, and as it shot into her mouth she ran it over her tongue, savoring it’s texture and taste, finally swallowing the precious nectar!
After he had composed himself, Tommy kissed Kat deeply and slipped his hand under her skirt. No panties! Taking his finger he quickly found Kat’s clit and quietly jerked her off as Kat groaned as the orgasm filled her pussy while leaning against Tommy was the only way she kept from falling over!
Afterwards, they both straightened their clothing and left the library arm in arm. Kat felt on top of the world and Tommy probably felt even better! Tommy turned to Kat and said, “Next week!” He then kissed her on the cheek and headed off into the night while Kat turned around and headed back towards her own house. Her own thoughts again, however, were on the cocks and cunts she so loved to suck! -
END
The Store Boy
- Part 1
“Almost finished, Zack,” Judith asked, while the eighteen year old store boy hefted a roll of roofing paper onto the shelf!?!" “Just about,” he answered, “I’ve still have some paint to restock, but other than that I’m pretty much through!” “Good,” she replied, “when you’re all done, stop in my office for a minute, will you please!?!” “Sure thing, Miss J,” he replied, “I’ll be there in ten minutes!” Zack had been working after school at the hardware store for about two years now, and while it wasn’t the greatest part time job in the world, it did provided him with a steady income! He placed the last gallon of paint neatly onto the shelf and said to himself, “All done,” while heading off to his boss’s office at the rear of the store!
He gave a rap on the door frame of the open door, stuck his head inside, and asked, “You wanted to see me, ma’am!?!” “Yes,” she replied, “come in and have a seat!” He sat down in a chair across from her desk and waited for her to come to the point! “How long have you been working for me, Zack,” she asked? “About two years or so,” he replied quickly, not sure at all what she was leading up to! “And in that two years haven’t I given you more and more responsibility as well as several generous raises,” she pressed on!?! “Uh, sure,” he answered slowly, “and I really appreciate it!” “Is that so,” she then said icily, “then how come I found this filthy magazine hidden behind some cartons in the store room!?!” His face instantly flushed red as he stammered, “Well, you see, it’s like this, I was just looking at the pictures, I don’t know, it just happened I guess!” While shaking her head from side to side she added, “It’s bad enough that you have this pornography in my store, but there’s more, a lot more, just look at this and explain it to me, please,” as she reached behind her and turned on a VCR machine!" The picture on the screen came into focus, and incredibly, it was a video tape of him masturbating while reading the same magazine his boss had found! “That does appear to be you masturbating in the corner behind the plumbing supplies does it not,” she said coldly!?! He was so stunned he couldn’t even speak as he watched in horror as he blew his load on the video tape!
When he finally was able to move his lips, he asked dumbly, “How, when???” “How,” she replied, “from a closed circuit camera hidden in the ceiling to catch thieves, and when, last Saturday afternoon when we had just closed up and you were the last one in the store!” “W-what are you going to do with that tape,” he asked in a fearful voice!?! “I don’t know, Zack,” she replied softly, “what do you think I should do with it?” “Erase it,” he asked hopefully!?! After hitting the rewind button, she turned back to him and said, “Maybe I should sell it, there’s a big market out there for amateur porn, especially the voyeuristic stuff! “Oh please, Miss J,” he whined, “I’m so sorry, I’ll do anything you ask, but please don’t show that tape to anyone else!” The tape was now rewound, and she hit the play button one more time, and just as before, there he was, beating his meat as he thumbed through the x-rated magazine! “I don’t know,” she said doubtfully, “you have such a big cock, I have feeling this would be a big seller!”
Tears began to fill his eyes, as real panic set in, she was really gonna do it, what would his folks say!?! He was sharply brought back to reality when she offered, “There is one way that I might consider getting rid of the tape!” “What way,” he asked excitedly, “anything, just name it!?!” “You know I’m not married,” she said softly, “the store here takes up all of my time, so my social life is pretty much nil!” He nodded his head, while wondering what in the heck she was driving at!” Now it was her turn to stumble on her words as she continued, “So, I was thinking, that maybe, what I want you to do, is show me your penis and let me touch it!” “Y-you want me to take my pants off and let you touch me,” he asked incredulously, “and if I let you you’ll give me the tape!?! Nodding her head in the affirmative she replied, “That’s it, that’s all I want!” While Judith wasn’t the best looking woman in the world, any inexperienced eighteen year old would have been more than happy to oblige such a request, so he replied quickly, “When!?!” “Right now,” she replied, “everyone else is gone for the evening!” Slowly standing up, Zack unbuttoned his jeans and let them slide to the floor, he was of course, already erect!
“Oh, my,” she said under her breath as she stared at his hard thickness, “you have a very large penis for such a young man, how long is it!?!” “I’m not sure,” he replied softly, “I’ve never measured it!” Reaching down to her belt, she produced a tape measure and motioned him to come to her and said, “Well, it’s time we found out just how big you really are!” Her hand was warm as she held his erection firmly while laying the tape along the top of his cock and measuring from his abdomen to the tip of his head! “My goodness,” she gasped, “eight and a quarter inches, I’ve never seen one this large, it’s fantastic!” “Are you a virgin,” she asked softly? “Y-yes,” he replied with a shaky voice, “I’m ashamed to say!” “Oh, no,” she admonished him, “don’t be ashamed, you’re still so young, there’s plenty of time for you to find a nice girl, and believe me, she’ll just fall in love with you penis!” “Do you really think so,” he asked hopefully!?! “I’m sure of it,” she answered, “in fact, she will probably do this right away as soon as she sees it,” as she let her mouth engulf the velvety head!
“Ohhhhhhhhhh,” he moaned, “t-that feels so good, I-I can’t believe it!” Judith hungrily worked her mouth up and down the thick shaft, even once or twice taking his nut sack into her mouth and gently caressing it with her tongue! He looked down at her while she was sucking him, and seeing the look on her face, he suddenly realized that as much as he wanted her to suck his cock, she wanted to suck it even more, and that in reality, he was the one in control, not her! “Do you know what I think, " he asked smoothly!?! “What,” she asked between licks on his smooth head!?! “That if you want to keep sucking my dick,” he said more forcefully, “that you show me your big tits!” She was a bit taken aback at his nasty mouth, but obediently, she shucked her red hardware store shirt, to reveal large breasts resting comfortably in a low cut black lace bra! “Oh, god,” he groaned when her shirt slid away, “t-there beautiful, and so huge!” “Big tits for a big dick,” she opined, “how would you like me to take off my bra!?!” “Oh yes,” he begged, “show me, let me see them!” “Can you unhook me,” she asked sweetly, while turning away from him? With trembling fingers he tried desperately to unclasp the hooks that held the lacy garment together, but he was all thumbs and she finally had to reach around and do it for herself!…to be continued
The Store Boy
- Part 2
It was a very erotic sight, the eighteen year old standing there with his huge erection, and the middle aged woman with her bra half on teasing him as she let it slide a millimeter at a time off of her luscious chest! Now the tables had turned once again, and it was Judith who had the upper hand! Zack was becoming almost apoplectic as the slow moving gauzy black material exposed more and more tit flesh, until her dark pink nipples came into view! Seeing he was in a state of delirium, she teased him by covering and uncovering her hard nipples in a makeshift strip show! “Do like mama’s little boobies,” she teased!?! “Oh, god,” he gasped, “t-they’re huge, and your nipples are really hard, god it looks good to me, I think I’m gonna cum!” That was one thing Judith hadn’t thought about, and since Zack was so new to the sex game, just the mere sight of her big tits might actually induce and orgasm, and of course, that is exactly what happened, as his big cock spasmed hard and sent a gusher of hot cum splashing all over her big tits and nipples!
“Wow,” he said in wonderment, “it’s real hairy isn’t it, and it smells funny too!” She giggled a little and replied, “Most men like their woman to have a hairy pussy, and that smell, well, it just means that I’m sexually aroused, and once you get your mouth and nose up next to it, you’ll find out that it’s the best aroma in the world!” “I feel all funny inside just looking at it,” he said, “I don’t know why, but I have an unbelievable urge to put my mouth on it, is that crazy of me!?!” “Oh, no,” she said reassuringly, “that just means you’re a normal man who loves pussy, now be a good boy and give me a nice big kiss right on my crack!” Gingerly he moved his head closer to her bulging organ, and just as she had said, the closer he got, the more enticing it was becoming! “It’s like a magnet,” he said softly, “I really want to taste it, here goes!” “Oh, that’s nice,” she sighed as his virgin tongue made contact with her open slit, “you have a wonderful mouth, Zack, you’re going to make some little girl very happy!” With her words of encouragement spurring him one, he probed deeper and more insistently into her now drenched sex, which changed her sigh into a low guttural moan! “Suck my pussy, boy,” she panted, “show me what a good little cunt lapper you can be!” “It was incredible,” he though to himself, “by merely tonguing her sweet vagina, not only was he driving her crazy, but his own pecker, which only a few minutes earlier had spewed a volcano of cum, was now hard as the proverbial rock and ready to shoot all over again!” The power that these fur covered wonders held over the male of the species was truly undeniable, and he was finding that out big time!
“Zack,” Judith asked in a shallow voice, “could you do me one more favor?” “What,” he replied as he looked at her with his pussy juice covered face?" “Could you please give me a good boning,” she whispered hoarsely, my pussy is just frantic to be filled by your big hot cock!?!" Again mother nature took over, and even though he was a neophyte, he easily slammed his big piece of cock meat hard into the older woman’s needy sex organ! As it was his first time, and she hadn’t been fucked in over two months, and never by such a prodigious pecker, both of them moaned in unison as the Zack drove his dick in and out of her helpless cunt! Like riding a whirlwind, it was unbelievably exhilarating to give total control to your sex organs and let them race together towards an orgasm that was sure to shake you to your soul! Zack watched as his cock plowed in and out of Judith’s hair pie at a frightening pace, and even as excited as he was, wondered how a woman’s pussy could take such a brutal beating, but much to his disbelief, she not only was taking it, she was begging him to fuck her harder! Cock and pussy, pussy and cock, they went together like ham and eggs or Ruth and Gehrig, it just seemed like they were made for each other, either alone is fine, but together they made sweet music! The tension in their crotches rose to a fever pitch until both of them were running on a ragged line between anticipation and ecstasy, and it only took a slight nudge to push them over the edge! Zack let loose with a groan that shook the entire office, which of course signaled Judith’s pussy that it was also her time to release all that pent up tension that had been building for almost half and hour now! Zack’s cock unleashed a torrent of hot cum into Judith’s demanding cunt, while at the same time, she wrapped her legs around the young man’s ass, as if to lock him in place until her orgasm was passed!
Two extremely draining orgasms in the space of fifteen minutes had left him almost helpless, and as a result, he collapsed on top of her, panting like a steam engine as he tried to regain his lost breath! “T-that was unreal,” he offered as his blood pressure began to come down, “I never realized how good a woman’s pussy could feel, I don’t think my dick has ever been this happy!” As the thick spike that had just assaulted her slipped form her gaping cunt, she replied, “Well, I think that about twice a week should be enough to keep it satisfied, don’t you!?!” -
END
A Stepfather’s Revenge
- Part 1
Ned’s two unruly teenaged stepdaughters disliked him to his bones. The girls resented the fact that their mother had dumped their father and picked up Ned—a man six years her junior. And they made it their business to constantly remind him of their feelings towards him.
They did not accept him as a father figure in their lives and they made sure that he never forgets that fact. In every situation they showed him utter disdain and contempt.
What made things worse, was the fact that their mother gave them a lot of slack and let them off the hook whenever they did wrong. The two little pests were like thorns in his side, and he could hardly wait for that time when they would reach the age and gone away to college.
Sometimes the two tormentors ganged up on him and did little acts of nastiness just to spite him such as messing with his handyman toolset and leaving it in total disarray, knowing that that would drive him nuts.
At other times, just to demonstrate their contempt for him, they would purposely ignore him as they walked past him on their way in or out of the house, never acknowledging his presence one way or the other whether in word or glance.
It really irked him when they did that. He couldn’t stand the ill-mannered urchins. He’d seen many like them at the high school where he worked seasonally as a maintenance man. They seem to think that they were better than he. He wished that he could get back at them somehow. Eventually he did, and in a very sweet way.
That time of the year finally came when Ned was laid off from his job for a few months and had extra time on his hands to do things at home and around the neighborhood.
Seeing that he was home doing nothing, both his wife and the girls took advantage of the chance to leave almost all of the domestic house work for him to do: all the cleaning, the laundry, and most of the cooking.
His status as husband and surrogate father was further eroded by this demeaning job in his own home. He felt more like a domestic immigrant worker who came from a third world country for the expressed purpose of working in American homes.
One day he was so fed up with the whole idea of being a domestic helper that he made a snap decision: he refused to pick up all the worn bras and panties that the two little pigs had left lying around the house and in the bathroom from the previous day.
The decision had cost him. Later that day, when the girls came home from school and his wife from work, he’d had hell to pay.
That night, in the master bedroom that he shared with his wife, she scolded him as if he was just one of her little kids and not her husband and man-of-the-house. She chastised him while playing on his guilt complex.
She berated him loudly without regards as to who might be listening in on her quarrel. In fact his wife seemed to gloat in his belittlement!
His esteem couldn’t go any lower. Wasn’t a man supposed be ‘the king of his castle’?
“What the [expletives] you’ve been doing here all day anyway!” she screamed. “I’m out all day working to put food on the table. The kids have to go to school. And here you are, just sitting around frigging your self all day. Look at the freaking place. Couldn’t you clean up some?”
She went on and on about how she had to be supporting him while he was out of work, and the least he could do was to help her by doing a little bit of house work. Was that so hard for him to do?
Intense humiliation boiled up within Ned, but he didn’t bother to answer his tyrant of a wife, for she wouldn’t have liked what he would have told her, and that might have caused a bigger fight.
A real fight with his wife was the last thing he wanted. Men got locked up overnight in police precinct houses for that. They called it domestic abuse—even though it wouldn’t’ have been his fault. So he endured the tirade until she gradually cooled down.
Beside, he wasn’t quite sure if she wasn’t right. She has always been right in everything else, that’s one reason why he’d married her. Regardless of all her faults she always knew what was the right thing to do in every situation.
The next day Ned decided to be a good boy and straightened up the place properly before he went out to look for odd jobs around town. He decided to start with the bathroom.
He knew he was acting the wimpiest, a real man would refuse to lift another finger, but his wife was calling the shots right now—with him not working and all.
He picked up one of the girls’ ever-present worn panty that was draped over the side of the bathroom’s washbasin. Ned wondered why in heaven’s name she couldn’t just put her soiled clothes into the dirty laundry basket instead of throwing the damn stuff all over the place.
The Panty seemed like a very small size, so he knew that it had to be a very tight fit as none of the girls were that slim—the older one was even a little chubby.
It displayed a size six on a tag sown to the inside of the elastic waistband. A larger size lay on the floor beneath it. Other pairs were lying over the side of the bathtub and the pipes.
The underwear was rolled up like a sausage as if hastily peeled down her legs. He idly put the thing to his nostril and sniffed just to see how worn it was. No scent. Almost. The faint smell of fabric softener mixed with genitalia could hardly be detected.
This girl was sloppy but clean—at least clean where it counts!
After Ned had finished tidying up the bathroom he proceeded to the young women’s shared bedroom. It was a repeat performance there, only on a larger scale: more bras and panties strewn all over the bed and floor.
Indignantly he reflected that these were really some nasty little bitches. Only, they weren’t so little anymore and they should have known better. He completed the task there and moved to the master bedroom that he shared with his wife.
The only clothes lying about in there belonged to his wife . . .. Like mother, like daughters. His was neatly packed away.
Ned didn’t realize, till later, after he had finished cleaning the living room, and sat down on the sofa in front of the TV, to take a five, that he was experiencing a raging hard-on.
What the hell . . .!
Whoa there boy where’d that come from? As far as he knew he wasn’t thinking about pussy, so how come . . .
It seemed that all the panty sniffing, and the smell of fresh, young cunt had wreaked havoc on his poor male member, without his even being aware of what was happening.
Immediately he felt embarrassed and slightly ashamed within himself. He had never felt any sexual attraction towards his step kids before as far as he knew—at least, not consciously. He had been too busy paying attention to their incessant animosity towards him.
But now he found himself thinking of them in a different manner; seeing them from a totally new angle. As a matter of fact they did carry sexy frames. Both of them had lost much of the lankiness of teenage, and they now possessed the rounded curves of more mature females.
The big one, slightly chubby, and tallish was going to be a giant of a female when she became fully matured. He bet she was packing an equally chubby crotch; and the little one, the one with the really smooth looking skin, who knows what her naked body might look like . . . a little goddess from Venus maybe.
On few rare occasions he had had glimpses of them going from bathroom to bedroom after showering, but not long enough to really see anything, and he was never particularly interested—preoccupied as he was with their negative social interaction with him.
But now he became possessed with an intense desire to see them naked or in the bras and panties that he had just finished putting away. Ned really wanted to know what they looked like under their clothes. He needed to know. He was aching to know.
And then the thought dawned on him that there was only one way to find out. He had to find a way to view them more closely as they went to and fro from the bathroom.
He put off his odd-job-hunting trip for the day and stayed home to hatch a plan. He waited for the younger girl, whom he knew would be first to arrive home from school. He knew that upon her arrival she usually undresses, wrapped herself in a large beach towel, and then went straight to take a shower in the bathroom—which was near to his bedroom— after she raided the refrigerator for some light snack.
He came up with a plan to stage an accidental collision with her after she finished taking her bath and then went from the bathroom to her room to get dressed.
Later in his bedroom, getting ready to execute his plan, he listened intently to the sounds coming from the bathroom, waiting for his stepdaughter to finish her business there. He waited for a good half of an hour. His patience was rewarded when he heard the shower spray turned off and she got ready to go to her room.
As she left the bathroom, Ned came out of his room suddenly and “accidentally” bumped into her. In her panic, the bath towel that was wrapped around her wet body slithered to the floor. She let out quite a squeal and ran to her room down the hall. Ned’s eyes ogled her. He then lamely apologized, and not too quickly, retreated back into his room while his brain registered a flurry of jiggling tits, black pubic hairs, and quivering butt….to be continued
A Stepfather’s Revenge
- Part 2
He had seen enough to leave his own rod quivering with lust. He lay down on his bed and reflected on the vision that he had just witnessed. It was riveted in his brain forever. His earlier assumption was correct: the little vixen was packing quite a body. This was no mere child.
He knew then that he had to see more. He must see more. By whatever means necessary. By whatever it takes. But he knew that he couldn’t employ the same ruse again. There had to be a better way.
He came to the conclusion that he had no option but to construct some kind of mechanism by which he could see while at the same time not being seen. He thought of the little binocular-type spyglass that he had often seen advertised in some novelty stores.
But even if he acquired one, where could he put it so it wouldn’t be detected?
The closet! His bedroom closet was directly adjoining to the bathroom. It was perfect! It would be a perfect place to install one of those nice little spying apparatus.
He forthwith proceeded to inspect the closet with his professional Mr. Fix-it eyes, but he immediately detected flaws that would prevent such an installation.
All the spyglasses that he had seen—even the miniature ones—would be too bulky to install inside the closet that he shared with his wife. She might discover the contraption one day (what a hell that would be)! Then there was the further problem of how would he get it to actually see into the bathroom.
Finally, after long, careful thought, he decided against rigging up any kind of mechanical object into his bedroom closet. But his handyman’s instinct wouldn’t give up. He felt in his gut that there must be a simpler, easier way to accomplish this task
As he lay down on the bed, on his back, looking up at the ceiling, his stiff manhood aching at the thought of the girl’s naked body, other thoughts came slowly.
He was never a fast thinker and he knew it. What was obvious to other people took him ages to figure out, but once he got it, the knowledge would stay riveted in his brain forever.
He could feel the sense of an idea forming, seeping into him brain, the way he always get his best ideas on how to fix problems. It was like a flower floating on a gentle summer breeze. He could see it gradually taking form, until it was clear before his mind’s eyes. It produced the same elated feeling like when one of his most difficult drains had just been de-clogged.
The idea was about an exquisite little peephole; actually a high tech peephole; one that only he could build. It would be a cute little peephole that possesses its own little invisible personality. It would be so ingeniously built that it would be totally invisible to a non-technical eye such as his wife. It would be his own little friend, right there in his closet, in his bedroom.
Still, he didn’t go about building it right away. There were nagging feelings of fear and guilt to deal with. He had never done anything like this before and after all, if successful, this project would constitute a massive invasion of privacy. Some folks might even judge it as criminal—and he vehemently abhorred being classified as a criminal.
A still small voice was saying, “ be careful Ned!”
Everyday for a whole week he thought about the prospect of the peephole. During that time he’d had more small, discrete glimpses of the two lusty young lionesses in various stages of half-dress. Oh how he’d love to fell one or both of them, but of course he knew that that would be totally impossible. He would have to settle for peeps.
He inspected the innards of his closet everyday for the best possible spot that would accommodate the tiniest of peepholes. He wanted to be absolutely certain there would be no possible chance of discovery. But he knew that he must act soon for one part of him was already opting out of the plan out of fear.
Though every time he sniffed one of the sexy, skin-fit panties and felt the corresponding ache in his groin he knew he was nearer to his peephole.
But what if he was found out! Not that the girls, or their mother would go looking for a hole in the wall, but the superintendent for the building could come around needing to fix something, and he, possessing the same “Mr. Fix-it eyes” like Ned’s would definitely spot it.
If it were determined that he had actually constructed a hole in the wall to spy on his stepdaughters who knows what the consequences would be? He would probably end up in jail in disgrace, and the little bitches would be so happy to get rid of him for good.
But that was the chance he had to take. He guessed there would always be that element of danger in illegal activities. That was the extra fillip of engaging in such activities. If what you were after was easily attainable or offered up free of charge, with no risk involved, it would not be so valuable and you might not even have a desire to attain it.
Two long weeks later and after numerous worrisome thoughts Ned finally had his peephole up and running and ready for action. It had taken him most of half of a day to get it right. He worked with precision tools. The hole was so microscopically small it looked like a mere dot on the wall of his closet.
He tested it several time by bending down inside the closet and spying through to the other side and then going around to determine what he had actually seen. Everything was perfect. He could see into most of the main area where family members came out to dry off after showering. He would be presented with a great show.
He remembered going to a big city once and paying two dollars to view a peepshow in a red-light district. Now his own homemade peephole would afford him a more superb show and totally for free…..to be continued
A Stepfather’s Revenge
- Part 3
As evening neared, his anticipation grew, and his organ got consistently harder at the thought of the arrival of the first girl. The thought of what he was going to see was overpowering his mind and his cock.
Eventually, with all perfect—every tee crossed and every eye dotted—he settled back in his room to wait, like a lion on the Serengeti waiting for his Zebra by the water hole.
Ned’s heart was racing when he heard the front door opening, then slamming shut. He knew that it was one of the girls for his wife came home much later in the evenings.
He cocked his ears, and listened intently, tracking her movements as she rummaged in the other rooms and in the refrigerator. He could picture her throwing down her book bag, removing all her clothing and wrapping in a towel to prepare for bath.
When he heard the bathroom door slammed shut he knew that his time had finally arrived. This was the moment of moments! How many weeks had he waited? All that time relying on the sweet memory of the first collision encounter and the brief glimpses afterward. Now he would be presented with the real thing.
He jumped off the bed and stealthily moved to the closet—its sliding door already ajar in preparation for the erotic adventure.
He entered the half filled enclosure—for he had removed most of it’s contents to better able to accommodate his medium built frame—and squatted so his eye-level was on par with his precious little spy-through. He cautiously moved his head forward and lightly pressed his face against the wall. He felt his eye lasses touched the sheetrock partition as he peered through the hole.
He couldn’t make out anything at first and thought that he was too near to the hole. So he drew back a little to adjust his vision. Then he realized that he wasn’t looking at a whole body on the other side, but at a portion of one of the girl’s leg.
It was she who had been standing too close to his hole, that’s why he couldn’t see anything. He put back his eye to the hole and silently willed her to move further away so that he could view her better.
Just then, as if my magic, she stepped to the other side of the room and stretched to get something that was on top of the mirrored medicine cabinet, maybe a bottle of bubble bath liquid or something of the sort.
Oh my god . . .! Ned almost groaned out aloud.
He was presented with a view of the cutest piece of ass that he had ever seen in all his life. For just as the little slut reached up to get to whatever it is that she was getting at, he was rewarded with an uninterrupted view of everything that existed between her smooth creamy legs. There was the pussy in all its glory!
The suddenness of this erotic revelation caused Ned to abruptly and unexpected lose control; this was just too much for him to bear. He wasn’t touching his cock and yet it was bucking and blowing a huge load—all by itself.
He bit his lips in spasms of ecstasy and would have hollered out aloud were not for the situation at hand. He had no options but to retreat hastily to the comfort of the double bed a few feet away where he could freely take huge gulps of needed oxygen to calm him.
He had sufficiently recovered by the time the girl had finished showering. As soon as he heard the shower pipes stopped spraying water he knew that it was time to take up his spying position again for he knew that she would soon be stepping out of the bathtub onto the drying area and present him with another cheek show. He didn’t want to miss a minute of it.
This time he received an encore performance and more. Now wet and completely nude, she was standing straight and facing Ned’s hole. The little bitch was inspecting a minute mole on one side of her right breast. Her titties were young and firm, the brown areoles standing out. He wished that he could suck on those young ripe nipples.
Her belly flat, pubic mound neatly covered with faddishly trimmed dark hair, it was not bushy like her mom’s, hips and thighs sensuously curvy, tapering off into strong athletic legs and feet.
Ned felt the impact of her beauty exploding through him violently until he quivered in every muscle of his body and he felt himself growing rigid again against the linen of his trouser front.
This time he was prepared and able to hold himself. He reminded himself that there would be enough booty to conquer later when the mother came home. The show ended eventually and he rested up while he waited for the other girl to come home from school.
The older girl was the perfect replica of her mother except much younger. Ned knew then, what his wife looked like eons ago. Every part of the girl was bigger than her sister’s; she had bigger and firmer tits with more protruding nipples that jiggled deliciously like a huge bunch of grapes every time she moved. She had a bushy sex front; furry almost as much as her mother’s and she had more matured, rounded thighs than the little sister’s.
Ned was assessing her thus, when the plump wench suddenly turned her back to him, hoisted one of her feet up to rest it on the closed toilet bowl and started to do something with her front, maybe combing the bush, or inspecting her cunt or something . . ..
He couldn’t see what was happening, but by her turning, she presented him with a stunning back-way pussy and butt-hole view. Ned peered all the way up into the crack of her shit-hole, which he knew was clean.
He could see part of the pussy-tongue peeking out from between silky looking, glistening wet crotch hairs. The center of sugar land was a slightly pinkish colored slit. As the girl shifted and swayed while she concentrated on her pussy-grooming task, her puckered ass-hole squinted and winked directly at Ned peeking at it through his little hole in the wall.
By now his cock was over-powered, and was firing hard into a rag held tightly in one of his hand.
Incredibly, all his clandestine closet activity caused Ned’s libido to rocket though the roof, and he was banging his wife now almost every chance he could get. She was happy for all the personal attention and put it down to his being home and not working and thus needing to expend all that excess energy.
Sometimes while doing her he would imagine that he was actually whacking one of the girls with his man tool. Now he even wanted anal sex, to which she reluctantly agreed, and while sodomizing her Ned often thought of the one of the daughter’s pretty little asshole that he had discretely spied earlier through the peephole.
He found that if he made the bedroom completely dark so he couldn’t actually see the face and body of the older woman, he could realistically feel like he was fucking one of the daughters.
The same applies if he was reaming the asshole with his tongue or sucking the cunt. He would be eating out the big daughter’s bushy crotch or tonguing out the little one’s cute little ass-hole.
Now the apartment was fun to live in. He couldn’t care less if no one spoke to him or regarded him as some licking puppy. He was getting his just revenge. If only the fuckers could ever knew.
He felt like a man in control of three juicy pussies. Who wants to be king of any damn castle? He was king of this Harem. Now he hoped the bitches wouldn’t go away to college anytime soon. Ned was having the greatest time of his life!
END
Night Vision Goggles
- Part 1
Officer Tim Walanski slowed the car, circling the little dirt turnaround as he held his breath, horrified at the damage the dirt rode could be doing to his new Plymouth cruiser. He crashed through deep holes and bounced over huge, bolder-sized rocks. He was following a pair of dirt wheel tracks which crested a deserted hilltop next to a large housing area. The cruiser scraped through the dry, lifeless bushes as they scraped down the sides of the cruiser, clutching at the only signs of life in their dry, barren existence as if desperately seeking escape.
Officer Tim was not simply out sightseeing, he was Code-5, on assignment. A series of burglaries had taken place in the nearby housing area, and he was there on stakeout. He believed it was a +++en gesture to please the civilians. Burglary stakeout had a 100 to 1 shot of ever succeeding. The prowler had a million places to rob, but a cop could only watch one. A famous park burglar had gone nearly ten years before he was finally caught, and the authorities had staked out nearly every park on Earth.
Normally, such attention would not be given to a simple string of burglaries, except for the fact that his captain lived in the complex, and the residents were screaming for justice. Tim was there to provide it. Tim would rather be out on the highways, cruising along and enjoying the scenery, but Tim was a rookie and Tim did what he was told.
Tim was mad, and Tim was bored, but Tim liked being employed. He did not join the force to sit amid a jungle of tumble weeds and sage brush. He wanted action, high speed pursuits, take-downs, and investigations.
“This sucks,” Tim said as he turned off his engine. He sat there in silence, listening to the click of cooling metal, checking out his surroundings. They too sucked. He could see that a thousand teenagers had used the area to get high, get drunk, or get fucked. The area was littered with paper, bottles, and condoms. It was dirty and dusty, and it stank.
“This sucks,” he said again. He opened his thermos of coffee and poured the metal cup half full. He watched the condensation from the stopper drip on his pants, while he replaced the stopper and sipped his coffee. His shift had started at 5:00 o’clock pm. It was now 6:20 pm. He had to sit out in the sagebrush for at least five more hours, before he could head back to the station.
“Fucking shit,” he whispered, while digging an apple out of his briefcase. He punched up the latest info on his computer screen. Nothing had changed, the same perpetrators were being sought throughout the state, and his own burglaries simply ready “Under Investigation”. Yeah, he knew about their investigation. He WAS their investigation, he thought as he bit into the apple.
Tim suddenly remembered the large black plastic case he had been given. It came under the heading of special ops equipment. He slid the cup up on the dash, clamped the apple in his teeth and turned to pull the case out of the back seat. He turned the case so it faced him and opened it.
He had been in the Army for several years, and even though he had never used them, he recognized the night scope gleaming in the case before him. The black foam rubber in the case still smelled new. He pried the night vision scope out and turned it in wonder. Technically, it was day/night vision monoculars, he observed as he pulled the user’s guide from the case. It had it’s own 9 volt infrared light source and a simple on/off lever. It was idiot proof.
“Fucking A,” he said, taking the scope out and looking at it in wonder. He knew it was expensive, up to a thousand dollars, the last time he’d checked. He held it up to his eye, it was a normal scope in the daylight. Good, he didn’t have to worry about burning out the unit in bright lights, or his eyeball. Suddenly his day became infinitely brighter. He may be pulling shit duty, but at least he had a grown-up toy to play with. As he finished his apple, and sipped his coffee, he couldn’t wait for night to fall.
“Seven Delta Six, what’s your status?” the radio asked, destroying his daydream of pulling over a woman in a short skirt.
“Dispatch, this is Seven Delta Six, 10- 75, Code-5,” Tim said hurriedly, meaning he was on sight and staking out the area.
“10-4, Seven Delta Six, Captain Raleigh wishes to inform you that he will be 10-10 at this location. He doesn’t wish to disturb the perpetrator by arriving in a marked unit.”
“10-4, dispatch, I’ve got it covered. His family is in good hands,” Tim said, opening his sandwich.
“Dispatch out,” the radio said.
He turned it down and watched the lights blinking on in the nearby housing area, while he chewed his sandwich. Night was falling. A car pulled up behind him, stopped, then backed out of sight with great speed. Tim laughed, eating his sandwich. He doubted if they would have sex again for at least a week, after that scare. Suddenly he wondered if the car might have belonged to the perpetrator, rather than young lovers. What better place to hide your car during a robbery?
Suddenly the lights came on in 2-h. He was very familiar with that apartment, he had attended semi- formal functions in Captain Raleigh’s apartment before. There had been one wetting-down ceremony and a bachelor party for the desk sergeant. He also new and worshiped Mrs. Raleigh, aka Sadie, a 32 year old blonde that looked like a Valeric right out of Norse mythology. She was strong, slender, and physically perfect. He couldn’t help but lick his lips every time he saw her, which did not exactly endear him to the Captain, but did wonders for his wife’s ego.
Tim grabbed up the monocular and held it too his eye. She was untying her hair. She shook it out while looking out the window in his direction. Tim knew she couldn’t see him in the evening darkness, she was looking at the lights of the city, far beyond him. He turned and looked himself. Yes, it was a million dollar view at night, with several magnificently- lit freeways one bordering the Kern River and reflecting in it’s surface. Car lights lit the nearby roads like Christmas lights, red in one direction, white in the other. And beyond all this was the magnificent lights of Bakersfield. Bakersfield was splendid at night, with a million multi-colored lights shimmering in the residual desert heat.
Tim was distracted by headlights flashing on the scenery in his mirror. They were bouncing, shining up toward the sky as the auto weeded it’s way up the hill.
Was it a prowler, or a young couple looking for a make-out area? He couldn’t sit there wondering, he had a job to do.
Tim threw open his door, grabbed the monocular and pelted down the road toward the headlights. He ducked into the bushes, just as the headlights dropped, highlighting the area where he’d been running. Safely hidden in the brush, he brought the monocular up to his eye and focused in on the approaching vehicle. There was one occupant in the vehicle, a young white male of about 18 or 19. He thought this was suspicious until the car drew closer and he could make out the back of a female’s head, bobbing in his lap.
Tim giggled, waiting for the car to pull alongside his position. He knew the boy would see his cruiser and slam on the brakes in about 15 seconds. When it passed he had an excellent view of the girl giving him a blowjob. She was cute. He’d rather see her naked.
Suddenly the boy slammed on the brakes. Dirt and gravel flew as he slammed the car into reverse and sped down the dirt road in reverse. The girl’s head popped up when he went careening off the ridge of dirt bordering the dirt road. The car swerved back and forth until it backed out of sight.
“He didn’t like my cruiser,” Tim mumbled to himself. “Get a room,” he said a little louder. “I need an unmarked car,” he mumbled, deep in thought.
Tim suddenly remembered the snakes, broken glass, and garbage littering the area. Hopping out of the brush, he leaped into the dirt road, then trudged back to his cruiser. He paused next to the car and rested his elbows on the roof. He brought the monocular up to his eye and surveyed the Raleigh apartment. Sadie was nowhere in sight. There was a new metal starburst clock above the cream colored couch, he noticed. That hadn’t been there the last time he visited. He could see a bright lamp in the living room window, and the white wall of the dining room beyond. Sadie was nowhere around… wait a minute, he thought. He focused in on the balcony and found Sadie lifting the cover of a hottub. She was wearing a white towel around her body. Even as he saw this, she pulled it off and tossed it over the back of a white plastic chair. She stood naked and glorious for the world to see. Of course she would be in complete darkness and feel it was safe to walk nude on her own balcony. She didn’t expect a peeping Tim with a night vision scope…..to be continued
Night Vision Goggles
- Part 2
He had a complete view of her glorious nudity as she walked up the steps of the hottub, and then back down inside. She sat, presenting him with only a view of her face and arms.
“You beautiful fucking bitch,” he groaned to himself. “You beautiful sweet fucking bitch.”
His cock was throbbing in his pants. He mashed it against the side of the cruiser, while he watched and waited for her to finish her bath and stand again. He knew it would be a long wait, but she was worth it.
Tim suddenly realized that he needed to take a piss. He laid down the monocular, turned and unzipped his pants. It took a moment for him to grow soft enough to piss. Once he did, the memory of her golden, glorious body made him hard almost immediately. He turned back to the car, reluctant to put his cock back into his pants. The metal was cold against his cock, as he leaned against the cruiser and picked up the monocular once more. He was just in time. Sadie was sitting on the edge of the hottub, drying the upper half of her body, while letting her feet kick in the warm water.
“It must be too hot,” he said in happy amazement. What fucking luck. He ogled her breasts as she went about her business. First she dried her hair, then she reached behind her and took a brush off a table. She sat brushing out her hair, looking toward the lights of Bakersfield.
Tim found himself trying to fuck the side of his police cruiser. He looked down to see his cock rubbing against the top of the crest. He was fucking the G in highway. Holding the monocular in his left hand, he began stroking his cock with the right. That was much better, he thought as he watched his captain’s wife. Her legs were closed and facing him, but at an angle. He wished that she would open them so he could see her blonde triangle of hair, and those sweet pussy lips. Of course she was being more than cooperative as it was. Then, as if by magic, she lifted her left leg and inspected her foot.
THERE IT WAS, GOLD! He had a clear, unobstructed view of her sweet pussy. Stroking is cock madly, he thanked his lucky stars. It took only a moment for his cock to warm, pulse, then explode. He turned away from the car and bent forward. His cock shot thick cum into the bushes and garbage beside his cruiser. He had added his own seed to that of a hundred previous visitors, he thought as he opened the door, reaching for the kleenex box. He realized his mistake immediately, as the dome light of the car, designed to be bright to help do paperwork inside, lit the lower half of his body, and the surrounding bushes. He gasped in horror and slammed the door. A quick check in the monocular, showed that Sadie was rushing back into her apartment.
“You stupid fuck,” he growled at himself. “You fucking moron,” he said, pulling the kleenex through the window. He wiped the end of his cock, then tossed the kleenex back inside. He was only a hundred yards from the apartments. She had certainly seen his penis, if not his face. He was dead.
Tim zipped his pants, tossed the monocular into the cruiser and sat, slamming the door behind him.
His pants were all sticky, with lubricant and cum. He was a mess. He was tempted to go home immediately for a change of clothes, but leaving his post was grounds for dismissal. He needed this job.
“You stupid fuck,” he said, pounding the steering wheel. He gasped and grabbed the cup of coffee before it could spill in his lap. A look of amazement crossed his face. He tipped the cup of cold coffee into his lap, then grabbed a handful of kleenex to wipe it off. A coffee spill could be explained, cum couldn’t. His pants were a mess now, wet, smelling of coffee and littered with kleenex fuzz, but he felt better about it. Now the cruiser smelled of coffee, which made him crave it. He refilled his cup and took a sip, then turned to look toward Sadie’s apartment.
Tim brought the monocular back up to his eye. He scanned the apartment complex first, legitimately looking for the prowler, then focused in on the Raleigh apartment. Sadie stood by the front window, very close to the lamp, with her back to Tim while she faced and spoke to a busty blonde woman in her early 30’s. She was a real babe. As he watched, Sadie stepped up to the busty blonde and took her in her arms. Tim’s eyes bugged out as the women met in a warm embrace, then kissed passionately. The monocular was so powerful that Tim could actually count the hairs on the back of Sadie’s head. It made him feel as if he was in the room with the girls. Once again, his cock sprang to attention.
Gasping for breath, Tim dropped the monocular into his lap and reached up to pull the plastic cover off the dome light. He pulled the bulb out and laid it on the passenger’s seat. Tim opened the door and climbed out, bringing the monocular with him. He rested his elbows on top of the car and watched, as the women withered and twisted in each other’s arms. Slowly, they backed toward the couch, below the big metal clock, and literally fell into it, with Sadie falling on top of the babe. She didn’t seem to mind, she held onto Sadie and swapped spit like there was no tomorrow. Each woman was withering like crazy. Suddenly, Sadie stood and began disrobing. The other woman did the same, still sitting on the couch.
Tim was gasping for breath, grinding his cock into the side of the car, while trying not to miss one little movement that the beautiful women made.
“Oh fucking beautiful,” he gasped. Suddenly he wanted to feel his cock in his hand. He dropped his right hand and unzipped his pants, while maintaining a hold on the monocular with his left. After a brief struggle, he had his cock out and began stroking it slowly. To his horrified amazement, the busty blonde opened her legs, resting one on the cushions of the couch, and the other on the arm, and beckoned Sadie forward. Sadie needed no urging. She slid forward and engulfed the sweet blonde pussy with an eager, open mouth. The woman’s face showed complete rapture.
Tim swore under his breath and pumped his cock in his hand. A strange noise brought him back to reality. He blinked and looked at the monocular, then realized that it was being illuminated by a pair of headlights. He was horrified to see a car pulling up behind his own. He spun away from the approaching car so his cock was hidden by his body. He couldn’t reach down and slip it back into his pants, or the person in the car would see. He waited in fear, hoping they would go away. They didn’t. The headlights went off just as the door opened and a man stepped out. His footsteps approached. Tim was now convinced that it was somebody from the force, and he was about to be caught and humiliated. It was his worst nightmare, coming true right before his eyes.
“Hi, are you waiting for somebody?” a friendly voice asked.
“Y… yeah,” he said in surprise.
“Well I didn’t expect this,” he said in a nasal voice. “What a pleasant surprise.”
“Huh?” Tim asked in confusion.
“My God, you really are waiting, aren’t you?” the man said, falling to his knees beside Tim. Before Tim could stop him, he spun Tim’s hips around and took his huge, throbbing cock into his mouth. Tim was horrified, amazed, then pleased. This was fucking fantastic, he thought as he watched the man’s mouth bobbing on his cock. The feeling of the hot mouth on his hard meat was incredible.
“My God,” Tim whispered, feeling his knees buckling. He leaned sideways, against the cruiser. He brought the monocular up to his eye and found Sadie and her friend. Her friend was now sitting on the arm of the couch, while Sadie lapped like hell in her sweet pussy. Tim gasped and swallowed convulsively. Between the wonderful show, and the fantastic, if surprising, blowjob, it was one incredible night. He couldn’t have planned it any better.
“Shit,” he gasped. The heat was building in his balls. They were churning with a liquid heat, building to a magnificent climax. Suddenly his balls convulsed and hot cum began spurting from his rigid penis. Humming happily, the man simply milked his cock with a hand, while sucking and drinking madly. His orgasm went on for a full minute, before he finally relaxed, shaking on weak knees and overworked legs.
The strange man simply sucked hard and continued to milk his cock, until it began to wilt in his mouth. The man sucked and pulled his lips off the end several times. Tim withered as the lips pulled over the head of his sensitive cock. The man smacked his lips, while fumbling with Tim’s trowsers. Before he knew what was happening, his pants and underwear were yanked down to his ankles.
“Hey, what the fuck?” he asked helplessly. He couldn’t move, his pants would trip him up if he did. He felt his fear rising as the man stepped in behind him. He was about to spin around and confront the man, when he felt a hand filled with cold cream touch the crack of his ass. He gasped and bent forward in automatic response at the sudden discomfort. A finger poked into his ass, then slid in and out lubricating it. The other hand went to Tim’s semi-soft cock, stopping the objections which sprang to his lips. He was ready for a second orgasm already. That sexy Raleigh bitch really had him turned on, and the strange gay dude was giving him just what he wanted….to be continued
Night Vision Goggles
- Part 3
“Oh shit,” he whispered. Things were completely out of control. He had gone from voyeur to victim in the space of a few, unbelievable minutes. He anticipated the first touch of the head of the man’s cock in his ass, and gasped in appreciation when it came. He hunched over, clutching at the top of his car, as the cock slid slowly, unstoppably up into his hot ass. He felt the man’s hips come up hard against his ass. His ass was very full and very hot. The hand milking his cock felt wonderful, but he wished for a pussy to fuck. Especially Mrs. Raleigh’s pussy. He focused his attention on the monocular, and found that Sadie was now sitting on the couch with her legs wide spread, being eaten by the busty babe. He moaned in desire.
“What are you looking at,” the man gasped, practically in his ear. He puffed loudly with each thrust of his hard cock up Tim’s ass.
“Two lesbians really going at it,” Tim said.
“Sadie?”
“My God, you know her?” Tim gasped.
“Of course I do, silly. She lives next to my apartment. Who’s she with?” he grunted.
“I don’t know,” Tim said, handing the monocular to the man over his shoulder. He paused for a moment with his cock fully inserted into Tim’s ass. He grunted slightly as he looked through the monocular.
“Wendy in 2T,” he said in an amused voice. “Wendy gives me more business than anyone on the face of this earth,” he laughed, resuming his pistoning s+++es.
“How?” Tim grunted.
“Wendy is a lesbian, but she has a body to kill for. The guys get all turned on by that tease, and I take care of them. You can always count on The Sandman.”
“Who?”
“Me, The Sandman. Everybody knows me, this is my hill. Do you mean to tell me that I’m fucking a cop in the ass, and you weren’t here waiting for me?” he asked incredulously.
“I’ve never heard of you,” Tim grunted. He was about to have another orgasm. He glued his eye to the scope and watched Wendy give Sadie a good eating.
“My God, how strange,” the man giggled.
“I’m glad you came by,” Tim reluctantly admitted.
“Yes, I can tell.” The Sandman said, holding Tim’s hips with both hands and intensifying his attack.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped. “Oh… oh fuck,” he said again, then stiffened. His hot cum began spurting up Tim’s willing ass. He could feel the heat building where the cum collected. It felt wonderful. The Sandman jerked and gasped behind him, until finally falling silent. He relaxed against Tim’s back. Tim reached down and grabbed his own cock, while maintaining his view of Sadie and Wendy in the monocular. Wendy had each of Sadie’s feet in her hands and was holding them up in the air, while she ate out her ass. Tim began stroking madly, then felt his hand slapped away.
“That’s my job, lawman, hands off,” The Sandman said with a giggle. He grabbed Tim’s box of kleenex and wiped them both clean, then tossed the kleenex into the bushes, adding to the already cluttered scenery.
Tim held the monocular in both hands, ogling the view in the apartment, while The Sandman pushed his way around in front of Tim’s naked body. The Sandman sat on the doorsill and took Tim’s cock into his hands. He moved his mouth forward and engulfed Tim’s rigid cock.
Tim let out a squealing sigh of pent-up emotions. He almost came in The Sandman’s mouth at first contact, but he clenched his balls to postpone it for as long as possible.
The Sandman began deepthroating Tim’s cock, clear up to his pubic hair. Tim reached down with his left hand and held The Sandman’s head, with his cock fully inserted. The Sandman sucked diligently, letting is throat muscles milk Tim’s cock, while his mouth remained unmoving around the base.
“Oh,” Tim moaned. He wanted to fill The Sandman’s mouth with spunk so bad, but he also wanted a colossal orgasm. Torn between the two emotions, he helplessly watched Wendy shake her head while biting Sadie’s pussy. She pulled at Sadie’s pussy lips and let them snap back. Sadie withered, clutching at Wendy’s head, pulling her into her wet sex.
Tim switched views, focusing in on Wendy’s sweet, blonde pussy. She was a natural blonde, Tim noticed, and her pussy was very wet, glistening in the lamplight.
Tim felt the first warnings of an impending orgasm. He switched views to Wendy’s beautiful face in Sadie’s sweet pussy. With his eyes glued to the heavenly view, he felt the heat building in his balls to an intolerable level. He shivered and gasped, taking in several shuddering breaths, before moaning ever louder. His voice rose to an embarrassing squeal of excitement, as his cock began pumping thick cream into The Sandman’s waiting mouth. The Sandman drank eagerly, while Tim shuddered and gasped, clutching the roof of his car in desperation. Swearing under his breath, he looked down and watched The Sandman enthusiastically drinking his offering. His hand s+++ed Tim’s balls, milking them for more cum. His lips were open wide to accommodate Tim’s large cock, his cheeks were indented as he sucked strongly, milking Tim’s long member for sweet cream. All too quickly, it was over.
Tim wilted against the top of his car. He stood shuddering and gasping, while the strength returned to his body.
The Sandman sucked the head of his cock twice more, milking it of the last drops of cum which collected on the head, then he reluctantly raised Tim’s pants and underwear, carefully sliding them back into place.
“That was wonderful,” The Sandman said softly. “I hope you don’t regret it.”
“I don’t,” Tim admitted. “But I’m not gay.”
“You don’t have to be gay, to enjoy a good dick sucking. That’s what keeps me in business.”
“Who are you,” Tim gasped.
“I am Rich, but they call me The Sandman, because I can put anybody to sleep, I suppose. Or maybe it’s because I patrol this sand hill each night, looking for pleasure. You really didn’t know about me.”
“Hell no, but maybe my buddies did,” Tim said, thinking quickly. Maybe the whole thing was a setup. No, Sadie wouldn’t go for something like that, she was strictly upper-class.
“You like Sadie?” The Sandman said, as if reading his thoughts.
“Hell yes, but I’m supposed to be here looking for a prowler.”
“I can help with that. I’ve seen him. He’s the manager, apartment 1-A. I’ve caught him at it and confronted him. He’s promised not to do it again.”
“Well he lied. The apartments are being hit almost once a week.”
“Stick around for a night or two, but move to where you can see his apartment. He uses his pass key, takes what he wants, them jimmies a window on the way out to make it look like an outsider.”
“Thanks,” Tim said in appreciation.
“No problem. I can introduce you to Sadie, if you like. We are kindred spirits.”
“I know her, she is my captain’s wife.”
“Oh yeah, Captain Raleigh the Chippie. I know him.”
“I need to go,” Tim said uncomfortably.
“I know. It’s always the same,” The Sandman said as he made his way toward his own car. “Always the bridesmaid…” he howled as the door closed behind him.
Tim laughed and climbed into his own car.
“This is Seven Delta Six, I will be 10-10 at my home 20” he spoke into the microphone.
“10-4, Seven Delta Six,” the dispatcher said briskly.
Tim turned his cruiser around and headed for home. It was nearly 11:00 pm, nobody would see him enter his own apartment, with his uniform in such horrible condition. Thank God, Tim thought as he reached the main road and turned south. …to be continued