Future of Porn

“This story is the first of my Literotica version of the “Naked in School” series, started originally by Karen Wagner, who so graciously has given permission for others to use the theme and components in their own version of this series. I thank her so much for such an inspirational creation! Hopefully, readers familiar with this series will find my version to be comparably entertaining. Readers unfamiliar with it, or familiar but disinterested in the series, might find it to be too outrageous. However, I encourage you to enjoy its unrealistic absurdity, as that is what makes it (in my own personal opinion and taste) such a great fantasy. I also want to acknowledge another version of this series previously posted on Literotica: “Naked in School - Dennis and Susan,” by Centauri4. There could be additional versions on this site and, if so, I do apologize for failing to be aware of them. The traditional series proceeds through approximately five to seven days. My story is confined to just one day, but it is still quite long and therefore posted in two parts. It does start slow, as the context requires quite a bit of introduction, but once it gets going, it moves quickly. Please be warned that it includes aspects of submission and humiliation, as well as voyeurism and exhibitionism. Otherwise, enjoy!!”

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Chrissie

Chrissie Pippins was Class President at Abberville College. Abberville was a small, private college gently resting in the rolling Shenandoah Valley. All of its students were above the age of 18. Chrissie enjoyed attending Abberville very much. She was an active participant in just about every official event. It was like her whole life had become devoted to the lives of the Abberville family, as she liked to call the faculty, staff, and students of this small, private college.

And, now, she found herself, early Monday morning, actually sitting outside of the office of the real President. She had never actually truly met Dr. Rayburn before. She had, of course, seen him many times, and had even said hello and shaken his hand at various college functions, including, of course, when she was sworn in as Class President. That had been such a very special moment; one she will remember for quite some time. Nevertheless, none of those previous occasions had lasted very long, being confined to quick, cursory greetings and salutations. She felt she was truly a very lucky 19-year-old to actually be waiting to have a personal, face-to-face meeting with him!

It was then with tremendous delight that she received a request from the President himself to meet with him in his office early Monday morning. She could feel her heart fluttering in anticipation. There was even a bit of perspiration forming on her brow. She did not usually get this nervous. She was typically quite calm and poised when she was meeting campus dignitaries. However, this was clearly much different. This was at the top of the totem pole; it didn’t get any bigger than meeting with the President himself. Her mouth suddenly went dry just thinking about it, and she popped in another Notoid. She always chewed Notoids throughout the day, knowing that it was important to keep her breath fresh as she represented the college when greeting and meeting others.

She had even worn one of her best outfits: an Emilio Pucci pink chiffon blouse, with a stand collar and ruffled wrist bands, along with a flowing pink silk skirt, panty hose, and high heels. She felt that it was an outfit that conveyed chic sophistication, although not excessively so for an undergraduate student. Mind you, she wouldn’t normally wear it to one of her classes. Abberville was a conservative college. Students were discouraged from wearing t-shirts and sweat pants, but formal silk blouses and heels would also be unusual for classroom attendance. However, Chrissie was not just going to class today. She was meeting the President of Abberville and she wanted to convey a more mature, professional presentation.

She had also used extra strength deodorant this morning, knowing that she was probably going to be a bit nervous. Her chiffon blouse was rather problematic in that regard. She considered wearing underarm shields, but she worried that they would become distracting. She would always be worrying about them slipping, or their bulk becoming evident beneath the sheer chiffon. However, she had not anticipated becoming this nervous, and now she wondered if perhaps she should have worn the shields. What could this be about? Why did he want to meet me? Am I going to get some sort of an award? She admonished herself for thinking that. Success came through humble modesty, not through the anticipation or expectation of reward.

She heard a phone ring, saw Mrs. Edwards, the President’s Office Administrator, pick up the receiver and speak through the line. Mrs. Edwards had a little glass enclosed office at the end of the hall. Chrissie couldn’t hear what she was saying. However, when she put the receiver down she came out through her door, smiled at Chrissie, and said, “President Rayburn is ready to receive you now, Miss Pippins.”

She instantly stood up, smiling brightly but with clear evidence of nervousness in her expression, and replied, “Yes ma’am. I’m ready too!” She grimaced at such a silly reply.

Mrs. Edwards though smiled reassuringly. She knew how nervous students were when they met President Rayburn. She gestured toward the large oak doors to her left. “You can enter through here, Miss Pippins.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Chrissie more carefully replied. She firmly grasped and turned the brass door knob and entered the large, dark, cavernous office.

It was indeed a most impressive office: quite spacious with a high ceiling, large, well-organized and tidy walnut desk, leather swivel chair, paintings of prior presidents along the wall. There was also a walnut conference table to the right, and a more informal meeting area with couch, large soft easy chairs, and coffee table to the left. There was even a working fire place. She had to admit fantasizing about someday being a college president herself and having an office such as this.

Dr. Rayburn got up from his desk and walked around to great her as she entered the office. “Good morning, Miss Pippin. I’m so glad you were able to meet with us so early in the morning.”

“Certainly, sir,” Chrissie responded, firmly grasping Dr. Rayburn’s hand. She knew it was best to offer a firm handshake. She hoped that he didn’t notice the bit of perspiration on her brow, which was perhaps hidden well enough by her bangs. Chrissie had long, flowing blonde hair. She hardly had to do anything with it, although she had been careful that morning to have the waves be especially graceful and full.

“I don’t know if you are familiar, Miss Pippins, with our Dean of Women’s Studies, Dr. Worell.” Chrissie had indeed met both of them before. She had in fact worked closely with Dr. Worell on her proposal for gender equity within the athletic program. “Oh yes, certainly, of course,” she replied and shook her hand as well.

Dr. Rayburn gently placed his hand on Chrissie’s back and directed her to the easy chairs and couch beside the fireplace. “Let us talk over here, if you wouldn’t mind. It’s certainly more comfortable.” He directed her to one of the lush easy chairs. As she got comfortable, as best she could given the circumstance, she found herself sinking deep into the soft cushion. She had to carefully pull down on her skirt as it rose up a bit as her bottom sunk down into the chair.

She hoped that her pulling on the hem of her skirt was not too noticeable. She didn’t want Dr. Rayburn to think that she was thinking that he was trying to sneak a peek. And, she certainly didn’t want to give the impression that she was trying to be flirtatious or inappropriately revealing. She adjusted her position to sit up straight, on the edge of her seat, her back no longer resting against the back of the chair. It was much less comfortable than sitting back in the chair, but considerably safer and more proper. She crossed her legs and clasped her hands in her lap.

Dr. Rayburn got right to the point. “Chrissie, I asked you here this morning because I have the utmost respect for all that you have done for Abberville.”

“I really haven’t done much sir, no more than any other student would do, if asked.”

Both of the administrators had to smile at that. They knew that was far from the truth. President Rayburn responded, “No, no, Miss Pippins, you’re just being modest now. I honestly can’t think of an undergraduate who has done more, been more active, than yourself, in all the years I have been President of this college.”

Chrissie blushed at this accolade. It was so nice for him to recognize her efforts. She had indeed worked very hard. She knew that, but it was very considerate of him to express his appreciation. She now had to wonder if she was indeed being provided with some important recognition or new responsibility. She had been politicking for sometime to obtain an internship within the administrative office, working hopefully with the President himself. She would have been happy though to get any comparable internship, even with “just” the Dean of Women’s Studies. Is this what this was about? “You’re too kind sir, really,” she again modestly replied.

“No, no, it’s all quite true. In fact, it’s precisely because of your leadership, your devotion, your conscientiousness, that I have come to you with a responsibility, an assignment, an opportunity, that I am uncomfortable to trust to anyone else.”

“I’ll take it sir!” she emphatically responded.

President Rayburn chuckled at her unbridled enthusiasm. She is just as Dr. Worell had described her. She agrees before she has even heard the request. You could always count on Chrissie! “Well, I certainly hope you are as enthusiastic about the assignment after you hear what it is.”

“I’m sure I will be, sir,” Chrissie replied. She sat up even straighter in her chair, her young full breasts thrust forward with confidence and pride. There was simply no way that she would not be enthusiastic about completing a personal request of the college President.

“Well, that is good to hear because it represents a new and bold venture of Abberville College, one for which we hope will pave a path to be followed by other colleges across the country.”

‘Wow,’ she thought. This was clearly going to be better than just any little internship. She couldn’t wait to hear what it was.

“Are you familiar, dear, with ‘The Program’”?

“‘The Program’?” She had indeed heard something about The Program. Actually, quite a bit. Nobody could have missed it. There were posters regarding The Program on all of the official campus kiosks, the bulletin boards within the dorm, and notices had appeared within most every edition of the student newspaper (The Abberville Sentinel). It would have been impossible not to be aware of it if you were paying half of your attention at all to anything going on around you. And, given its topic, it was, of course, the buzz of conversation across campus.

Chrissie, and many other students, considered it to be an elaborate practical joke. There was no way, she assumed, that The Program could actually have been serious.

Dr. Rayburn could see that Chrissie was lost in thought. He began to wonder if perhaps they had chosen the right girl. “What precisely is your familiarity with The Program, Chrissie?”

Chrissie contemplated claiming complete ignorance. She had read and heard quite a bit about the purported Program, but all of it was really so odd, if not inappropriate, and certainly not something that she was comfortable speaking about with President Rayburn. But, she did not get to where she was by being a milk-toast when it came to awkward moments. She briefly swallowed, looked him directly in the eye, and spoke in her most firm and confident voice. “Well, sir, um.” She chastised herself for including “um.” That did not bespeak of confidence. “I have heard something about a program for helping students develop greater comfort with their bodies and with, um.” ‘Darn it!’ “Their sexuality.”

“Precisely, Miss Pippins. You are indeed a bright young lady.”

She smiled appreciatively. “Thank you, sir. But, I must admit, I wasn’t entirely certain that it was in fact, well, actually.” ‘Darn!’ she thought. ‘There I go again, stumbling over my words.’ “Sir, I thought perhaps that it was some sort of an elaborate practical joke?”

Both administrators chuckled over that. Chrissie searched their expressions, trying to understand if their chuckling was because it was indeed a joke, and perhaps she was now part of the prank? If so, it really wasn’t very funny. She had gone through a lot of stress and preparation for this morning meeting. It was a joke?

President Rayburn could see the disappointment, concern, in her face. “No, no, my dear,” explained President Rayburn. “It is certainly no joke. Don’t be concerned about that. I suppose we can understand that perception, but it is indeed quite serious. In fact, we intend to be among the first colleges to implement The Program within our undergraduate curriculum.”

Chrissie’s eyes notably widened in surprise. The Program was serious?! Her fluttering heart accelerated to a pounding confusion.

“Frankly, we consider ourselves, the Abberville community, to be among the best suited for a trial run, given our past success with the pedagogical experiments of Mr. Peters” (see Chapter 1 of The Lessons). “As you know, he has gone on to implement his innovations at Templeton. Certainly, their gain and our loss. Abberville was at one time leading the field in the cutting edge techniques of modern pedagogy. Abberville made the front pages of The Chronicles of Higher Education, but with his move Templeton has now taken our rightful place. I was hired by the Board of Trustees in large part to turn this around.”

This was all indeed true. There were some that opposed the selection of Dr. Rayburn, but his affiliation with the academic theories of Mr. Peters went a long way toward his eventual success in obtaining the position.

“We want to return to #1, Chrissie, and we want you to take us there.”

Well, thought Chrissie, she now knew why she was there. Okay. It wasn’t for an award, it wasn’t an internship offer. It was to be the student representative, perhaps the student leader; yes, of course, she would obviously be the student leader of the implementation of The Program. She was, after all, Class President. She would certainly not have volunteered to lead The Program, if she had thought it was serious. Public nudity? Who in their right mind would want to lead that? But, this was indeed how you moved up in the world. Not all of the assignments you are asked to complete will be easy. On the contrary, the future leaders of the world are the ones willing to take on the tough assignments and, now that she had thought about it, she was feeling a bit proud that President Rayburn and Dean Worell had looked to her for this responsibility. She now understood why Dean Worell was here, as public nudity for a female would be quite a sensitive issue, to say the least. She said once again, with a bright smile of sincere enthusiasm, “I will do it, sir!”

“Outstanding, Miss Pippins!” President Rayburn and the Dean were indeed impressed. They expected quite a bit more ambivalence from the first student, but, this was Chrissie Pippins, and if there was a student who evidenced enthusiasm and dedication to the principles and practices of Abberville, who would walk the extra mile, it was Chrissie. “Yes, I am so pleased. I believe that you will set a standard, a model, for all of the other students that will be hard to beat. Frankly, I am even somewhat envious of you, as I believe that your name will now appear in the history of Abberville as the first to pave the way for all those who will follow.”

Chrissie was now beaming with pride. This was turning out great. It wasn’t what she had originally expected but talk about going down in the history of Abberville was pretty heady stuff, to say the least. “Well, I’m just happy to serve Abberville in any way I can, sir.”

Dr. Worell chimed in, “We are all so very impressed and pleased, Chrissie.”

“How shall I begin, sir?” Chrissie knew that it would be an uphill road to convince the student body to accept The Program and even much harder, of course, to solicit the first volunteers. Boy, she certainly did not envy them. She had her work cut out to find the right persons to volunteer to do such a thing. But, it took a strong person to do a hard task, and she was now gearing herself up to take charge.

Dr. Rayburn replied, “Well, of course, you should begin by taking off your clothes.”

“What?” She couldn’t have heard him correctly. “My clothes?” “Oh yes,” President Rayburn matter-of-factly replied. “The Program begins today. I’m sure you noticed that in the flyer. You are such an observant girl. And, we thought it best to have the participants first remove their clothes in the comfort and safety of the Administrative Building so that we can carefully monitor the exercise from the very moment of its inception.”

Thoughts were racing through Chrissie’s mind. She had, of course, thought that she had volunteered to head up some sort of preparatory or planning committee. She had not realized that she was volunteering to actually be the first participant! What to do? What to do? Of course, she considered simply backing out. They must realize how easy it would be to misunderstand their meaning, their intention. But, to renege now, after she had twice agreed, each time so firmly, so emphatically? What would they think of her then? And, even if they accepted her explanation, what would they think of her afterward? This could ruin, destroy, all of her prior efforts to impress upon them her devotion, her enthusiasm, her skills and talents as an undergraduate, as a future leader. She would be the one who turned them down when they had asked, when The President had asked, for her leadership, her resolve. She might go down in Abberville history, but as the one who dropped the baton when it was being passed to her.

But, take off her clothes? She finally spoke her thoughts out loud: “Right now, in front of you?”

President Rayburn smiled in a reassuring, fatherly manner. “I know it will be a bit disconcerting, at least the first time. And, that is another reason we want to have the participants begin here, in the comfort and safety of my office. You can rest assured that we will respond in a most respectful and dignified manner. When the day is done, you can return here to pick up your clothes to return to your dorm.”

Chrissie pulled herself up out of the deep chair. She stood in front of them. She looked to the face of Dean Worell, not entirely sure though for what reason. Perhaps just for some sympathetic support. She had committed herself to this. It was time to begin.

She had been so proud of this outfit this morning. She had put so much thought into it. And, now, she was simply going to take it off. She laughed to herself at being concerned about having wasted all that time when she got dressed. It was ironic, but that wasn’t the worst thing to happen this morning.

She looked down at her chiffon blouse and slowly began to undo the buttons. As she undid each one, she feverishly, desperately, tried to recall the precise details of The Program. What had she in fact agreed to? She had never really fully studied the rules of The Program, having largely assumed that it was some sort of adolescent joke. Well, it was clearly no joke now.

Her bouse unbuttoned, she reached for the clasp of her skirt. It would not take much effort to remove her skirt, at least much physical effort. It took a lot of moral courage though. She had to draw on a lot of her prior success at overcoming tough hurdles to let herself remove her skirt.

“I think I’d better stop this,” she said slowly, “I’m getting too carried away again!”

“No!” said a voice in desperation.

“Well,” drawled Jean slowly and seductively, “Are you really sure I can trust you all – I’m not completely sure? And after all – I’m old enough to be your mother.”

“You can! It’s OK – none of us will tell anyone – honest. Please don’t stop!” begged another voice.

“So if I go further for you – you won’t be shocked – or tell anyone?”

There were lots of shaking heads and Jean let them spend a few minutes wondering what she meant by “go further for you.” The boys’ eyes gaped at the space between her legs as they tried to see through the lacy panties to see the detailed contours of the older woman’s cunt.

Moving toward the boys, Jean pulled a spare chair into an open space and sitting down she slid her skirt up to her hips then opened her legs wide for the boys’ to feast their eyes on her underwear, that had now tried to disappear into her slit. Without warning she pulled up her top and uncovered her breasts that were hardly hidden in her flimsy bra. Her next question was uttered very slowly and sensuously.

“Would you like to come and feel?”

The boys hesitated, being very conscious of the bulges at the front of their trousers. Then one boy stood and dashed forward – unfortunately at the same time as one of his friends also made his move. They crashed against each other then stood still feeling very silly. One returned to his seat letting his pal walk nervously toward Jean. Standing just to the side of her he waited, not wanting to make the next move.

Jean took the boys hand and placed it on her breasts, then she smiled at the boy who had lost out and beckoned him over.

“It’s OK – You can come too,” she softly told him. “Come over here and stand at the other side of me.”

The boy obeyed and like his friend waited for the next instruction.

“You look uncomfortable,” said Jean, “Why don’t you take the strain away and unfasten your pants?”

The boys’ were reluctant so Jean took matters into her own hand. Reaching out she found the boys zip and to the gasps of his friends she unfastened his trousers. Taking out his cock she moved her head over his purple helmet and gave it a little suck. She pulled the boy toward her and slowly massaged his penis. Turning to the other boy who was still feeling her tits she told him to kneel down by the side of her, then, taking his hand she placed it between her legs and encouraged him to move it up and down.

She let things progress for a few minutes occasionally giving the cock in her hand a kiss or a lick. Then she focused her attention on the two boys that had been left out. One had already had a turn with her but the other one looked very rejected.

“Why don’t you two take off your trousers and get ready for your turn? Show me what you’ve got,” she said, licking her lips.

The youths stood, and although they felt self conscious and clumsy they nevertheless removed their trousers.

“Come closer,” ordered Jean. Then looking them straight in the eye she said, “Go on! Let me watch you play with yourselves.”

Shyly the boys exposed their cocks to Jean and both began a slow rhythmical stroke. Each boy was now absorbed in their own sexual pleasure as they feasted their eyes on Jean’s body.

“Would you like to come upstairs with me?” asked Jean seductively.

The boys nodded and grunted affirmatively, not believing what was happening to them. Jean stood and as she pulled down her top told the boys to follow her. The boys standing in their underwear went to collect their trousers and one began to step into them.

“No!” said Jean, stopping him, “I don’t think you’ll need those – do you?”

George was now going to have a treat. He was about to watch his wife escort four young men into their bedroom – two, already in their underwear with erections to be proud of. Jean, realising the image that her husband was about to experience decided to make it a little more erotic for him – as she walked ahead of the boys she divested herself from her top and her ample breasts swung free.

George was already in position – behind the door of the back bedroom he had left just sufficient gap to view the whole of the landing. With difficulty he controlled his heavy breathing as the party came into sight. At first he noticed his mini-skirted wife, whose white orbs overflowed from her far too small bra cups. Then the bare flesh of the boys legs below their tee shirts – soon his wife would be removing their tight little briefs and inviting them to place their young rampant weapons into one of her orifices.

As they entered the bedroom George’s cock was already out and in his hand. He listened, very carefully.

“Sit on the bed,” he heard his wife instruct. George wasn’t sure if she was addressing all of them but it soon became clear. Over the next ten minutes George listened as his wife allowed one boy at a time to explore her body while she played with his penis. She remained stood up, just inches from where the others sat – their eyes on level with her panties. Each one took a turn feeling and kissing various parts of her body while they delighted in having this older woman expertly play with their sex organs.

Very skilfully she kept them on edge, letting them relax and cool down at the appropriate moment.

“There’s no point putting it back inside your underwear is there? You’ve all had your cocks on display – why try to hide them away again?” George heard his wife gently mock one of the boys. There was a few seconds silence then, “Why don’t you all take off your pants – and underwear.” George heard the noise of boys undressing and then his wife’s voice.

“What lovely hard cocks you all have,” she panted. “Now it’s time I did something more for you, isn’t it?” she added.

George was frantic – he wanted to see more – it was worth risking discovery. He wanted to watch his wife perform for the boys. Slowly and silently he emerged from his hiding place and crept along the landing. If he should get caught he would bluff his way through it or play the cuckold husband – or maybe he would just ask them to carry on – while he watched.

Through the gap in the door George could make out most of what was happening in the room. The boys were facing away from him giving him a sideways view while enough of his wife’s body was visible to make it tantalisingly interesting. The rest would have to be put together using his imagination and listening to the noises – and hoping his wife would carry on giving her little commentary.

Back inside the room the boys waited expectantly for Jean’s next treat. Sliding her hands up her thighs and thereby lifting her skirt, Jean put her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and gently lowered them to just where her mound was.

“Come here!” she commanded, “Two of you!” She waited while a boy had taken up position on each side of her and then said, “Take them off!”

One boy right away took the initiative and Jean turned to the other, “Unclip my bra – and take that off too.”

The boys’ hands shook as they performed their little tasks and the penises of the watchers begged to be handled. There was a gasp, as at first Jean’s tits appeared then she stepped out of her panties.

“Lift my skirt,” she whispered to the boy on her right. The boy shakily pulled up her skirt to reveal to his friends the naked arse and cunt of this woman who was older than some of their mothers was. “Use your fingers,” she gently urged the boy. Then to the other boy, who had meanwhile been rolling his hand over her nipples she said, “Put it in your mouth – suck on it.” The boy hesitantly lifted the breast nearest to him and closed his mouth round the erect nipple.

“Good boys!” Jean sighed as she lowered her hands to grasp both cocks. After a few minutes of playing she addressed the other two youths that sat wide-eyed stroking themselves.

“Are you enjoying this?” she smiled. They could only nod their heads.

Jean inched her way nearer the bed pulling the standing boys with her. Speaking to the one who had not yet even touched her she told him to sit in front of her, then lifting her leg and resting it the bed her cunt was fully exposed and open. The boy fingering her, far from being disappointed at her interruption commenced to copy his friend and sucked on her tit.

The youth that was sat between her legs stared at the sight before him and as he pulled his penis he brushed his cheek against Jean’s nylon clad thighs. Nearer and nearer he got to her open pussy and Jean smiled with satisfaction as she finally felt him kiss her red wet flesh.

“Lick me – good boy! She said very softly, “Use your tongue.” The boy started slowly but as he experienced this new pass-time he quickly showed how much he liked it.

“That’s feels lovely!” Jean sighed as she squeezed the cocks in her hand.

“Now what can we do with you?” she said to the last one.

The boy in question who was the one with the cut thumb had his own ideas. He had already had the pleasure of ejaculating on the woman’s’ leg and was eager to do it again. He quickly saw an opportunity and went to stand behind Jean. Pushing his hips slightly forward he began to rub the tip of his dick into Jeans bum crease, and keeping his fingers round it he masturbated against her anus.

George, knowing that they were all busy risked a better look and moved his head around the door – what he wasn’t able to see directly, he was able to see by looking through the mirror.

There was his wife – with four youths who were naked from the waist down – two sucking her tits whilst she wanked them – leg raised so that another could lick her cunt – the last one masturbating against her arse-hole. He heard her begin to moan, then a minute later, “Stand up!”

She moved her leg to give the boy room to stand. “Fuck me!” she hissed. “Put your dick inside me!” Still holding on to the others she thrust her hips forward to assist the boy. The young boy, with a little difficulty – but with great enthusiasm - manoeuvred his penis into Jean’s hole, then holding on to her sides he started to fuck her.

It couldn’t have lasted long – the boy was too excited to control himself – he exploded inside Jean then, as young boys do after sex he went weak and floppy and collapsed on the bed. Jean however wanted more – and there were still three hard cocks waiting their turn. The older woman bent forward and pushed her bottom in the air. Instructions weren’t necessary; the boy behind entered her from the rear. As she had now released her grip from the other boys’ cocks they now made themselves busy playing with her tits, sitting on the bed beside her.

The boy fucking Jean was a long stayer and George heard his wife moan as the boy thrust deep inside her hole. Suddenly one of the youths playing with her tits gave a sharp gasp – watching Jean being fucked had made him wank to climax. Jean knew what was about to happen and pulled the boy down so his midriff was in front of her face. George looked through the mirror just in time to see the first spurt of white fluid shoot from the boys’ cock – and saw his wife open her mouth to capture it. As his penis spurted forth his wife closed her lips around the swollen head to devour the lot.

Now the sight was too much for the boy behind and seconds later he let out a soft yell as his own juice spilled out of his dick and into Jean. As the boys flopped down Jean turned to the forth youth who was now sat on the edge of the bed – penis still proud but with a look of dejection as though he had been forgotten and left out.

“Where would you like to put it?” Jean whispered seductively in his ear, “Between my legs or in my mouth?” Jean kissed the boys’ neck and gently pulled on his foreskin then, lying back on the bed she pulled the boy on top of her and said, “Come on, fuck me – and suck my nipples.” The boy obeyed and Jean helped him keep up the momentum by wrapping her legs around him, and taking hold of hips she set the pace and power of the thrusts.

It was several minutes later that Jean had a most intense and powerful orgasm. The boy had long since ejaculated inside her but Jean held on firmly. His cock, though softening was touching just the right place and Jean pumped his young body back and forth against her pelvic bone. The boy was weak and felt like a rag doll allowing him-self to be used just like a blow up sex toy.

No one saw or heard George as he crept back into the back bedroom, delighted at what he had just witnessed.

Jean reminded the youths about not shooting their mouths off and was reassured that they would not be silly enough to spoil a good thing by blabbing about it. Happily satisfied they cleaned up and went back to work in the garden. Jean had a quick shower and joined her husband who had now returned to the kitchen. Wearing nothing but a small pair of panties and a robe Jean enjoyed the roaming fingers of her husband as he slipped his hand inside her garment.

“It’s been an interesting day,” remarked George. “I expect you’ll be offering refreshments as and when you think they have worked up an appetite.”

“Only if you approve and it’s convenient,” answered Jean. George smiled but did not answer her. Instead he parted the front of her robe and lifted a tit into his mouth. Jean moaned quietly and massaged the front of his trousers. For the next few minutes they experienced a serene contentment.

Alerted by footsteps and a cough the couple looked across to see through a small side window in the kitchen the sight of Mr. Nosy Neighbour approaching. Jean swiftly locked the door before he had a chance to walk straight in. Moving out of sight of the main window they retreated into the hallway.

“Do we answer the door?” asked Jean, “He knows that we are in. He would have seen the boys come in for a coffee break.”

George looked at his wife, whose breast was hardly covered, knowing she had nothing but a pair of flimsy panties underneath. He wondered what the neighbours reaction would be if Jean opened the door like this. Jean was right – being very nosy he would have noted exactly how long the boys had been in the house. If Jean answered the door dressed in her robe with obviously nothing on underneath he would almost have a climax there and then. The solution was of course for George to answer the door.

Jean read the mind of her husband – and recognised the look in his eye. As the man knocked again Jean asked, “Do you want me to open the door?”

“Yes,” answered George, then he asked her a question. “Do you want to see him alone?”

Jean licked her lips and nodded a yes to her husband. Maybe it was time again to give Mr. Nosy a reason to keep his mouth shut – a little treat, an incentive.

Jean instantly knew that that was not what he really meant. She looked at George and read his mind – it made her heart race.

“Well, it would have been nice. Do you have a room here?”

“Yes, it goes with the job,” he told them.

“Then maybe another night,” she suggested.

The boy sloped off with a look of disappointment.

As they made their way to the room Jean asked her husband, “It’s up to you George – would you like more company tonight?”

“If you would dear – he seems keen to get to know us better. You did mention to him earlier if he would like to join not just you again but both of us together. He has been waiting all evening for us to return.”

“Wait here a minute George!” instructed his wife.

Catching up with the waiter she had a short conversation with him then gave out an invitation.

“If you are interested come to our room in about half an hour.”

He readily agreed and Jean felt the excitement tingle through her body.

Rejoining her husband she told him that they would shortly be having a visitor to their room. She saw George shiver a little and heard him catch his breath – it was with excitement and anticipation of what might happen and what he hoped would happen!

Stepping into their room George took hold of his wife. In their usual way they conveyed their thoughts and feelings silently embraced in each others arms and doing what teenagers referred to as heavy petting. Not many teenagers however harboured the same thoughts and desires as this particular couple did!

Half an hour later found them changed and refreshed awaiting their late visitor. He was very punctual and when George opened the door to him the men stood momentarily weighing each other up with wary eyes.

“Come in!” said George, showing his surprise that the man was dressed in a short towelling robe and carrying an already opened bottle of Chardonnay.

Unconscious of his actions George ran his eyes the length of the young man’s torso noticing his well toned muscles and dwelling on the bare pectorals that were revealed by the loosely fastened top. In the same way a man’s eyes would be attracted to a woman’s ample cleavage George’s gaze lingered longer than was polite. In the same instant that he became aware of his lingering look George saw the man was completely unabashed and was almost posturing. Jean, who stood watching, saw how their eyes met and lingered in a way that would usually have been reserved for her. In it she saw a lust and passion from two human beings that were definitely on the same wavelength.

“I hope you don’t think it too forward of me coming here dressed so casual. My room’s only just along the next corridor.”

“Not at all, perhaps we should follow suit. You won’t then,” continued Jean, “Complain if I pull this cord?”

She had taken hold of the sash that held his bathrobe together. They smiled at each other and exchanged challenging glances as though daring each other on who was prepared to be the most outrageous. Jean pulled and when the gown fell open she and her husband fixed their eyes immediately on the large bulging pouch that was his semi hard penis and ball bag. Squashed into a piece of cloth that barely covered his scrotum held only by thin strands it seemed as if his cock was about to burst forth.

There was silence as Jean stroked and fondled the bulge. After their previous encounter the young man knew just how the woman thought and it was a game he liked to play.

“Very nice – isn’t it George?”

Jeans husband was not yet used to being so upfront and direct regarding the attributes of other men but he managed an affirmative.

I didn’t get the name?” Jean said.

“Alan,” the man answered.

Jean stepped back from him and undid the button holding her skirt up. It dropped to the floor and she stood open legged showing Alan she had removed her panties. Alan smiled then slowly he too removed his G-string holding his robe open displaying his erect proud cock.

“Your husband is the odd one out – why doesn’t he undress?”

George kept his excitement controlled as he removed his clothing then turning to face the others he saw Alan stepping toward him. Without any embarrassment the youth took hold of the older man’s dick and gently began to masturbate him.

“This is what you’ve been wanting isn’t it?” he asked with a wicked grin.

George didn’t answer but didn’t move to stop him either then he gasped as he felt Alan take hold of his hand and place it around his own cock. Both men stood masturbating each other slowly for a few long minutes. Jean guided both of them near the bed without disturbing there actions then sat down making their cocks brush her face. She took turns to suck each one then letting her fingers creep round the youths buttocks played with his anus.

The purple ends of the men’s penis’s now touched and Jean kissed each one. She turned them both slightly and knowing George was watching her she lowered her face to the boy’s orifice sticking out her tongue so George could see just before her face went from his sight. He knew what she was about to do when he heard the boy groan. She licked his arse slit and ran her tongue up and down before trying to force it into his brown hole.

George was breathing heavily and was overjoyed; he kissed the man on the lips.

Jeans fingers tried to replace her tongue but his voice stopped her.

“You need lubrication for that!” he said.

Jean hurriedly took a jar of cream from the dresser and smeared her fingers with the greasy contents. Now her fingers slipped easily into his arse and he wriggled approvingly pressing back against her hand.

“You want more than this don’t you?” he said looking at George.

George nodded and turning slowly Alan knelt on the bed offering up his bottom to the couple. His hole looked wide open and Jean kissed her husband before helping him gain his first experience in fucking another man. Pressing his cock against the boy’s arse-hole after greasing it with the residue left on her fingers she whispered for him to push forward.

Now it was George’s turn to have pleasure while she watched him and have pleasure he did! She saw the look of ecstasy on his face then leaving him to his lust she lay down on the bed and manoeuvred her head under the boy. His cock was dangling and swinging to and fro and she caught it in her mouth. As her husband fucked the boy she sucked his penis to the same rhythm. On it went each lost in their lust until finally climax came. She knew her husband was about to “cum” so sucking harder she tried hard to make both simultaneous. Not quite but near enough when to her surprise the boy shot first filling her mouth with sperm. George was very vocal in his moment of joy and cried out as his own sperm shot up the boy’s back passage. With a plop his cock slipped out and as Alan fell to one side Jean found the soiled dick hovering over her face. The men looked at her sperm stained cheeks and she knew she was about to shock and surprise them both when she opened her mouth and took her husband’s dirty weapon between her lips. This was something very filthy but she wanted to do it. She felt a thrill as the men watched her perform the decadent task of cleaning her husbands cock with her lips and tongue. Like a cat washing itself she licked every inch of the penis and sucked the “aftercum” from the little orifice at the end.

“Open the wine!” someone finally said and then all sat drinking reflecting on what they had done.

Jean sat unashamedly wide legged with out her panties and as they talked she saw it wasn’t long before Alan’s penis began to show signs of recovery. A few minutes later he told her to rest her back against the head board and sit with her knees bent high. Now, he told her, it was her turn to be licked and very expertly he went to work with his tongue on both her cunt and tight brown hole.

The rest of the night would see lots of activity with, at one stage Jean finding herself sandwiched between the two men a cock in both her holes at the same time. Each would at some time offer up their arse to be invaded by a stiff rod and after they would thrill to the sight of Jean using her tongue in the dirtiest of ways licking and sucking on dick or cleaning sperm that ran from an arse-hole.

So to would she be well fucked and her tits made sore by eager tongues. The night was a long and hectic one and all slept late the morning after.

“To be continued…”

ge but now she saw it was only semi hard. It hovered in front of her face but he made no attempt to shove it in her mouth. What was he waiting for? Then the answer came to her and again her heart pounded. Would she, could she?

She opened her mouth and saw again he hadn”t expected this compliance. Now he did have an expression on his face realising this woman was just as perverted as he. She was giving her permission for him to commit a very dirty act and to make sure he got the message she raised her hands and took hold of his giant weapon and pointed it at her open mouth.

His piss spurted out in a yellow stream and splashed off her tongue. He was amazed how she held his cock and controlled its aim, closing her throat to let her mouth fill with the pungent liquid before expelling it then letting it fill again. Defiantly she lifted her gaze and let him see how she swallowed and drank mouthfuls. A movement at the door made her snatch a quick look past the man. She expected to see the other young waiter wanking away – but it was not he – it was her husband George! Her husband was watching her happily drinking the piss of an Asian stranger!

To late to find out if this was beyond acceptable limits for their games Jean was made to keep the penis in her mouth while he relieved himself of the last dregs. Then he took her hand and moved it in a way that insisted he wanted her to wank him. She had no choice and she sucked his big rod as he held her by the hair keeping his dick firmly in her mouth. He wasn”t easy to satisfy and now she realised that the others had joined the audience.

There was a loud and excited babble of voices as the men exchanged words in their own language. Eagerly they pulled the woman up from her seat and guided her into the kitchen firmly but gently bending her over the large table. Standing away from the action George watched quietly and it seemed to be decided that now the young boy should have his turn. An ulterior motive for this was that the older boss men had not yet sufficiently recovered their libido and perhaps the sight of the lad hammering away at this ladies arse would arouse them sufficiently.

Happy and willing the young boy rode Jean like a possessed spirit holding on to her hips and sometimes squeezing and slapping her ample rump. It was not long before he cried out and his movements came to halt as his sperm filled the woman”s cunt. No time was lost with the others jostling for position but the wise elder, still content just to watch, signalled for the big man to finish sating his lust.

Jean felt her private hole stretch and gasped as the giant rod pushed inside her orifice. Two big hands gripped her hips and lifted her from the floor before bouncing her down again. Repeatedly she felt the rise and fall, first slow and steady then a gaining of momentum as the man”s passion grew. She moaned and cried out balancing herself on her elbows so she could push her arse backwards to meet the thrusting cock. The men had never seen such a thing before and now their lust was recovering fast.

With a mighty roar the big chef announced the arrival of his climax and how pleased he would have been to know that he had given Jean not one but two orgasms of her own.

In her polite middle class way Jean stayed put over the table and allowed the old men to fumble and pant for breath as they prodded their penises against any hole they could. With a mixture of sexual intercourse and self gratification she waited patiently until she felt their wet sticky liquid spill out over her bottom cheeks. The big dick had spoiled her for any other and the old men”s efforts would never match the delights of the brown weapon that had been inside her.

George, in the corner, was now glad the men had finished and they would be able to excuse themselves and leave. Long ago he had brought his cock to climax, but not this time from watching his wife. Sanjeev had remained very quiet and not joined in the fun – because he had no need to. George had been sat watching the young waiter perform a little favour for his boss.

Sanjeev had positioned himself on a kitchen chair while the young employee had obligingly knelt between his legs and sucked his penis. Though happy just to watch George would later regret the missed opportunity that he too could have perhaps sampled the delights of Sanjeev, just as his wife had.

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Back at the hotel they showered and prepared for bed, the last night of their weekend break now over. George however needed to satisfy a certain urge and quietly and slowly he made love to his wife as he dreamed away, lost in his own personal fantasies. Jean knew at times like this it was best if she stayed silent and allowed him to indulge in his private thoughts.

“No,” she said, “I’m old enough to be your mother. We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Come on, you know you want to,” replied the boy, trying to pull her forward. “I want to fuck you!” the boy exclaimed.

“Calm down a bit,” said Jean gently, “Lets not get rough and spoil things.” With that comment she took hold of his penis and started to slowly move his foreskin up and down. “You can touch me too if you like,” she whispered. The boy, breathing heavily, ran his hands over her body while his eyes took in the sight. Jean stopped rubbing his cock just long enough to slip the gown from her shoulders, leaving her stood in nothing else but her stockings.

“Is that better?” she asked the boy, now squeezing his cock a little harder. With her free hand she took hold of his right hand and placed it on her nipples. “Just roll my tit between your fingers and gently pull it,” she instructed the boy. She held his left hand and moved it between her legs, then, taking hold of his fingers placed them at the top of her crack, bending them to find her clitoris. “Not too hard,” she whispered, “Nice and gentle.” The boy obeyed.

“You have a lovely cock,” she told him, “It’s nice to touch a young boy like you. Do you like to see my body and touch me?” The young man grunted a yes.

They were stood slightly apart so that each of them could watch their mutual masturbation.

“Your fantastic,” declared the boy, “I love it when I can see up your skirt and see your knickers.”

“Does that make your cock hard – make you want to fuck me.” Jean didn’t use this language normally, but then she normally didn’t wank off young boys while naked.

The boy mumbled again and Jean asked, “Did your friends enjoy last night too – do you think they want to fuck me?”

“Oh yes!” the boy said, “I want to do it now.”

“Not now, no – but we’ll have to get together again then we’ll see if we can make it happen – and your friends too.” Jean couldn’t believe the offer she had just made.

“Why not now?” the boy asked impatiently.

Jean didn’t tell him but she had the most unusual thought for a woman in that situation. She wished her husband were present. They had always shared everything and enjoyed their little games together. It didn’t seem right to have her first fuck with someone else without him knowing. To Jean, part of the pleasure was doing these daring things in front of George. She was a loyal and considerate wife.

Lust sometimes wins over loyalty and Jean, watching and feeling the hot penis, and feeling the boys’ fingers just in the right place, pulled him toward her and kissed him. At the same time she guided his cock to the entrance of her cunt and holding it there, pushed it just far enough in to wank it against her clit. Her hands moved faster on his cock while her hips gyrated, her free hand went behind and gripped his buttocks so she had full control of the swaying.

Faster went her hand then she stopped the kissing and almost shouted to the boy, “Grip my tits – hard! Suck them, let me feel your teeth!” She was about to come and let out a little yell – the boy beat her to it. A warm liquid splashed against her and pressing his cock harder against her clit and thrusting her hips back and forth she felt her own orgasm rise.

At the height of her ecstasy she moaned loudly as she caught a glimpse of her husband’s head through the door – then he was gone.

It took quite a few minutes for Jean and the boy to dress and return to normal. The boy kissed her then they both went downstairs to the living room.

“Well,” said the boy awkwardly, “I’ll see you soon then, thank your husband for me for letting me stay.”

When he had gone Jean looked for her husband and found him in the garden.

“Have you been home long?” she asked.

“Quite a while – I didn’t disturb you – you were busy. What’s for lunch?”

Jean smiled, so he had been present after all – and he seemed happy about it.

“Shall we go upstairs first?” she asked.

“Yes, I’d like that – very much,” answered George.

“What about your friend?” asked Jean after a while. “Will you bring him too?”

“He’s OK – but he’s a bit shy with girls. Unless you don’t want us to bring him?” said one boy, finally regaining his tongue.

Jean put on her most seductive voice. “Well – I’ve only got two breasts for you to play with – and two hands to play with you.” She squeezed their cocks as she spoke. “So you’ll have to take turns being paid won’t you?” The boys could hardly believe what was happening, and then just as Jean was about to unzip their trousers they heard voices.

Jean fumed inside – she recognised the voice of her neighbour. He had entered the garden in his usual nosy way and had asked the boy what they were doing. She couldn’t believe the audacity of the man! She moved fast – but not fast enough. While she was still tying the knot of her blouse and the boys stood looking guilty with bulges below the waist the man and third boy entered the room. The atmosphere was tense and embarrassment hung in the air.

“Just thought I’d pop round and return George’s book,” said the man. Jean noticed the smirk on his face.

“Right!” said one of the boys’ loudly. “We’ll be off then. When we have drawn up the plans we’ll give you a ring. Thanks for the tea and cakes – see you later.” They couldn’t get out fast enough. Jean wished they had held their ground – it made them seem even guiltier – more to the point, it left her stranded with Mr. Nosy.

“So where is George then?” asked the man. “Looks like I came at the wrong time. Did I interrupt something important?”

Jean was very annoyed. “Which question would you like answering first?” she snapped.

“Just wondered where George was that’s all. Like I say I came to return his book and the boy started to tell me about your garden.”

Jean had no doubt he would tell George some tale about what he thought he saw. If he only knew she thought, wouldn’t Mr. Nosy be shocked? Trouble was Mr. Nosy would most likely tell half the neighbourhood too. And his wife, Mrs. Nosy, would tell the other half. Each one would add another piece of fiction to the tale. Jean was about to go back into her normal Mrs Suburban role when she realised that there was another way. Anyway, why should she be ruled by what the neighbours thought?

“George won’t be back for a while yet. I’m afraid I made a mistake wearing these clothes. I didn’t realise they were so revealing. What do you think? Do you think they show too much?”

“Well – I haven’t really taken much notice,” lied the man.

“Oh come on now!” snapped Jean. “You haven’t taken your eyes off my breasts since you walked in – have you? You eye me up all the time; do you think I don’t know? Come on be honest – what would your wife think of that?”

The man was clearly nervous, and somewhat shocked at this sudden change in attitude. This was a different Jean.

“You’ve got it wrong – I don’t ogle you. What are you trying to imply?”

“I’ve seen you staring at the young girls when they walk down the street. Has your wife never caught you leering at them? Do you have much of a sex life?”

“I think I’d better speak to your husband. You’re going too far!” She had him rattled.

“So what are you going to tell him? You saw my blouse accidentally come unfastened. So what!”

“I don’t think it wasn’t accidental!” shouted the man nervously.

Jean hoped she had picked the right moment for her next move. She leaned back against the sofa.

“You think it was intentional - that I purposely unfastened my blouse? Like this.” Her hands once again went to the knot and pulled. “You think that I exposed my breasts in front of the boys to turn them on?” Her fingertips rolled over her nipples. “Does it turn you on?” She held both halves of her blouse apart. “This is really what you hoped to see isn’t it?”

The man shifted about and started to sweat. “Look, I don’t know what you are up to but it won’t work,” he stammered.

Jean carried on with her plan. “What do you think I would have done if you hadn’t have interrupted. Do you think I would have let them see up my skirt?” She lifted a leg and placed her foot on the arm of the sofa, then very seductively she stroked her thigh running her hands up to her panties taking her skirt with her. Her other hand caressed her nipple over her bra. “Would you like me to take my tits from my bra? Would you like to see more? I know you would because you’re still here – you haven’t run away. Come here,” she commanded, “Come closer.”

The man hesitated, then submitting to Jean’s instruction he walked toward her, visibly shaking. Jean now knew he was putty in her hands – she could have some fun. “Would you like to touch?” The man nodded. Jean took his hand and placed it on her breasts. “Take them out. When was the last time you sucked a woman’s tits? Would you like to suck mine?” The man nodded again and shook even more. “Let’s make it easier for you then, shall we?” Putting a hand behind her back she released the catch of her bra and her magnificent tits sprang into view.

“My leg is going to ache if I leave it there – let’s sit on the sofa.” She guided the man and sat him next to her. Lifting her skirt to her waist she exposed not only her panties but also her bare belly. “I won’t spoil the view, you enjoy looking there don’t you?” The man licked his lips and nodded again. “Suck my nipples,” she whispered to him. The man obeyed. She took his hand and placed it between her legs, pulling her panties aside and guiding his fingers to the correct spot. Her hips began to move forward as he aroused her.

“Get on the floor between my legs! Pull my knickers off!” The man had no trouble obeying. She opened her legs wide and held herself open for him. Moving down in the seat she asked, “Do you know what I want you to do now?” The man nodded and said, “You want me to lick you.”

“Do you want to?” she hissed.

“Yes, please – I want to.”

Jean pressed his face into her pussy and commanded him to lick. She lifted her legs onto his shoulders and moved like she was fucking his face. She had herself a sex slave.

For a few minutes she enjoyed the feel of the man’s tongue. “Lick me further down – lick my bum hole,” she told him. She lifted her legs higher and bent her knees toward her chest. She was beginning to feel really depraved. “Put your tongue in my arse.” He obeyed without any hesitation. “Let’s see what you’ve got for me now,” said Jean. She sat on the edge of the chair and told the man to stand in front of her. “Take out your cock,” she ordered. The man unzipped his trousers and extracted his penis from his underwear. Jean’s eyes lit up when she saw the monster.

“My goodness!” she exclaimed, running her hands along the shaft. Very quickly she unfastened his trousers and pulled down his underwear with them. “Let’s get a better look shall we?” she told him. She never would have imagined that Mr. Nosy had such a fine and large cock. She was fascinated by it. Her hands drew back the foreskin, then cupped his balls and she let her tongue trace a line from base to tip. Then, not being able to resist the temptation any longer she greedily took his shaft into her mouth and slurped and sucked noisily. Her hand moved like a piston on his cock and a second or two later his ejaculate filled her mouth – she swallowed.

Standing there later with pants around his ankles and limp prick hanging below his shirt-tails Mr. Nosy looked slightly ridiculous. George thought so – he was hiding behind the kitchen door

“Would you like to do that again sometime?” asked Jean, as though he was a little boy that had just had a treat.

“Yes,” he said simply.

“Then you have to do something for me – learn to keep your mouth shut! And don’t come round when George is not here unless I ask you. OK?” He nodded and said nothing. “Now go home – and don’t look so guilty.”

Behind the door George smiled then quickly hid while the neighbour had gone. He strode into the room where his wife was still slumped in the chair – legs open with fingers in her pussy and tits still on show.

She looked startled. “How long have you been there?” she asked meekly.

“A long time,” he declared, pulling his wife up from the chair. “Watching you!”

He fastened his mouth over her breast and roughly bit the nipple. Grabbing hold of her hair he forced her head back and sucked hard on her neck. She felt his hand fumbling with his zip and then the hot flesh of his cock made contact with her thigh. “Fuck me!” she pleaded. “Fuck me hard!”

George did fuck her - very hard, roughly, and for a long time. And when he had rested – he fucked her again. Jean thought it was the best fuck she had experienced for a long time.

Reflecting on the days events over his bedtime drink, George decided that whether he liked it or not, he would have to accept that his wife needed, and was going to get, plenty of cock. She was becoming insatiable. He had also come to the conclusion that he might as well enjoy it with her. And if she led him into new experiences and uncharted waters he would go along with it. He finally admitted to himself that even though he felt guilty about what had happened in Devon, he had got great pleasure from it. George usually made most of the decisions, but now, when it came to sex, his wife was calling the shots.

I sat there with my heart pounding once again. I hadn’t meant to get caught that time, but it was still one of the most thrilling things that’s ever happened to me. I pushed my dress back down and drove home with my panties still on the passenger seat.

That was the day I discovered exhibitionism. In the months to follow, I would grow to love it even more.

I turned my head so she would not see me, and upon her return to the booth, she and her date got up and departed.

I was in a quandary. Helplessly, I followed them out to the parking lot. My intent was to follow them when they pulled out to see where they went next. After 3-4 minutes, it was obvious they weren’t going anywhere right away. With all kinds of conflicted thoughts running through my head I moved closer the car they were in.

Kathy’s date had his head thrown back against the driver’s headrest. His face was contorted and grimacing, his hands out in front of him as if resting on something. I could not see any sign of Kathy. In a flash it hit me; Kathy was bobbing her pretty head up and down on this guy’s lap, sucking his dick for a hot meal.

I felt as If the air had gone out of me. My knees trembled and my cock felt as if it would burst. I gasped for breath and the saliva in my mouth dried into dust. The mouth that had in the last few months so often sucked hot cock-sap out of my prick was now doing the same to another man as I watched.

Again, I knew I had no rational reason to be jealous. I knew we were not exclusive, though we were headed in that direction, and I knew that Kathy had fucked and sucked other men since we had began dating. Seeing visual proof, though, had me both covetous and hot. I don’t know which emotion carried the most weight. With overwhelming lust coursing through my blood, I stood rooted in spot and stared at the man Kathy was sucking.

A full five minutes went by before I saw the back of Kathy’s head rise up above the window’s edge. She turned slightly, and I saw her mouth open in unmistakable laughter. A few moment’s later, her date started up the engine and they pulled out of the parking lot. After a few seconds I raced to my car and followed.

I was sure they were headed to Kathy’s apartment, but, after only a few turns, I discovered I was mistaken. Fifteen minutes later they pulled into the driveway of a small ranch house just inside Loop 1604. After waiting 10 minutes, I exited my car and made my way over to the house.

It was 1:15 in the morning. I could hear the chirp from scores of crickets as I made my way, silently up to the house. No lights were on in the front, so I made me way around to the side and then to the rear of the small house. I shivered in spite of the warm, April night. If anyone saw me peeping, I’d be arrested as a pervert or a burglar. I could not control myself, though. In spite of the risk, I had to know what was going on inside the house.

As I arrived in the back of the house, a light in one of the rear rooms went out. Creeping closer, I situated myself behind a crepe myrtle in full foliage—at least I was hidden from view if anyone happened to look outside into the dark night.

Almost immediately, I heard Kathy’s distinctive whining, “Ohhhhhh lick it! Lick it! Lick my cunt, Baby!”

Fortunately for me, Kathy’s date had left all the windows in the rear of the house partially open, not an uncommon practice for early spring in San Antonio. A holey screen covered the window, and the flimsy, light-colored curtains were pulled back far enough for me to see into the gloom of the room. It was too dark to see anything but shadows, but there was no mistaking what was going on on the bed a few yards from the window.

“Brent! Brent! Eat my pussy, Honey! Tongue it! Stick it deep in me!” Kathy howled as the mysterious man devoured her bald little cunt-hole. I had never realized before how really loud Kathy was, and for a minute I was afraid “Brent’s” neighbors would hear her howling from inside their nearby homes.

My cock throbbed and pulsed as for the next ten or so minutes I listened to a grunting Brent lick and suck Kathy’s gooey- fuck-slot as she ecstatic young nurse writhed and hollered crazily. My eyes had somewhat adjusted to the dark of the house’s interior, and I could clearly see the outline of Kathy’s body trashing around as Brent lay between her legs.

I squeezed the muscles at the base of my cock as tightly as possible as Kathy finally wailed in orgasm. Her sounds were just as hot to me as if I’d caused them myself. Then, for a while, all was silent and in the dimness I could just make out their bodies shifting position. Soon I heard a loud groan from Brent mingled with Kathy’s blissful sighs.

“Ohhh Brent! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Now that his mouth wasn’t slobbering all over Kathy’s creamy cunt, Brent proved to be just as much a talker as Kathy.

“You like that, slut? Like that big cock fucking your pussy?” Brent panted as he buried his cock in the groaning nurse’s fuck-hole. “Tell me how you want it, Bitch. Tell me what you want!”

It was apparent to me that Brent and Kathy had some history. He was talking to her in a way I’d never had, and she seemed to love it.

“I want it hard, Baby!” Kathy squealed to the man on top of her. “I want it hard and rough! Give it to me rough! Give it to me like I need. You know what I want tonight.”

For a few seconds all I heard was the squeaking of bedsprings and the grunts and moans of a couple furiously fucking. Then, I saw the shape of Brent’s body raise up and a sharp “slap!” A few seconds later, another “slap!”; then two more in rapid succession.

“Eiiiii! Yes!! Yessss! Slap my tits! Slap my fucking tits!” Kathy howled out in the darkened room.

My cock lurched violently in my pants. The sweet looking nurse I’d been dating liked it rough! Actually, from the way it sounded, she liked it real rough.

Brent knew what he was doing.

“You like that don’t you, you little cunt?” I heard him ask what a snarl. “You like having those fat fucking titties slapped don’t you?”

“Ohhhhhh yes, Baby!” Kathy wailed in enthusiastic reply. “You know I do! You know I do!”

“How about your face, you little whore? How about I slap your cock-sucking face?” Brent asked harshly.

A staccato, but much more muted “slap, slap” reached my ears as Brent evidently carried out his threatening promise.

Ohhhhhh Brent! I’m gonna… I’m gonna….!” Kathy bleated loudly as the humping man repeatedly smacked her face and tits with his open hand.

“All over my cock, Bitch. Come all over my cock!” Brent ordered as he nailed Kathy’s clingy cunt-chute.

Kathy squealed and whined through another orgasm as Brent relentlessly punched his prick in and out of her spasming twat. Her breaths came in gasping gulps punctuated by high-pitched sobbing sounds as she raced to climax. Brent kept right on pounding her gooey fuck-slit right on through her crest, grunting loudly as he relentlessly slammed her hot fuck-hole.

For a few seconds, all was quiet again. Then the slow steady squeak of the bedsprings resumed, and I heard Kathy giggle. “I don’t know why I cum so hard when you do that! It turns me on so fucking much!”

“That’s because you’re a nasty fucking slut!” Brent growled back at the giggling blonde. “You fucking love being fucked like a nasty little cunt. Fuck, you need to be treated like that, don’t you? The nastier, the better. Admit it…admit you’re a nasty cunt. I wanna hear you say it, Kathy. Tell me you’re just a worthless fucking cunt.”

My cock almost exploded. My slacks were suddenly way too tight and unless I relieved the pressure soon, I was going to cum in my pants. Quickly, I unzipped my zipper, carefully reached in and yanked out my ready-to-burst cock-tube. Standing there, playing the nervous peeping-tom, cock in hand, I shuddered violently as I listened to Kathy’s wailing response.

“I’m a fucking cunt!” The innocent looking blonde yowled loudly. “I’m just a fuck-slut! Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh! Just a slut!”

My cock exploded. I sprayed a streaming rope of hot cum against the vinyl siding of Brent’s house as I guiltily listened to the couple inside.

Brent went into overdrive, suddenly pounding Kathy harder and harder, the bedsprings singing an obscenely loud squeaking tune. As Brent demanded that Kathy call herself filthy names, the sweet-faced blonde obliged.

“Say it, Bitch! Say it!”

“I’m a little cunt! I’m such a fucking whore! Fuck your cunt, Baby! Fuck your slut!”

My cock throbbed and fired rope after rope of steaming ball-batter against the side of the house. It was suddenly obvious to me that Kathy loved being called names and being treated like a street whore. By day she was a professional nurse, an Air Force officer, but when it came to sex, she craved the fantasy of being nothing but a sex object. Fine with me! I’d just have to figure out how to treat her as such without letting on how I’d found out what she liked.

Remarkably, Kathy came again as she admitted what a slut she was. Even more remarkably, Brent kept right on drilling her vise-like cunt-hole as she screamed and hollered in orgasmic rapture.

Soon, though, the pace slowed and Kathy’s howls ceased. For a few moments, all I heard were the slow, rhythmic squeak of the bedsprings and a few grunts and groans. Holding my still hard cock in my hands, I was about to tuck the gooey member back into my pants when I heard Kathy’s low moan.

“I want you to fuck me in the ass, Brent. I want you to fuck my little ass. Please, Baby, cum in my little ass.”

I let out a huge gasp that I was sure would be heard by the couple inside. Breathlessly, I froze in place, expecting to be found out. Instead, I again heard the shuffling of bodies in the dark room, and after a few, moments, Brent’s commanding voice

“Hold still, Kathy! I can’t get it in your ass, if you keep wiggling like that. Hold the fuck still!”

My cock immediately twitched back to life. A guttural groan burned my ears as Kathy signaled her asshole’s acceptance of Brent’s cock.

“There it is! There it is!” The ass-fucked nurse moaned. “Stick it all the way in there, ass-fuck me!”

Peering back into the room, I could still see just shapes and shadows. It looked as if Kathy was on her hands and knees, and Brent was kneeling behind her. One thing was for sure; his cock was reaming her tiny little ass like crazy.

“Oh fuck, Kathy,” the horny man grunted. “Your ass is so fucking tight! Always feels like it’s skinning my cock!”

“That’s ’cause your cock is so big, Baby!” Kathy joyfully praised the butt-humping man. “You big fucking dick makes all my holes feel so tight!”

It wasn’t long before the creaking of the bed grew louder and faster. Kathy’s squeals and Brent’s grunts were driving me out of my mind! I had no idea how such a little girl could handle a hard pounding ass-fuck, but Kathy was having no troubles at all. In fact, she demanded more.

“Fuck that ass! Fuck it! Do it hard! Give it to me up the ass, Baby!”

As Kathy loudly urged Brent to plow her tiny ass I heard several sharp slaps ring out, “Slap! Slap! Slap!”

“Ohh! Yeah!” Kathy screeched piercingly. “Beat my ass! Beat my fucking ass! Make it sting! I’m a bad girl! Beat my ass!”

My cock was almost ready to explode again! How could she be this filthy? Brent had his cock jammed up her tiny little butt, was smacking the shit out of her ass-cheeks, and the little bitch loved ever second of it. Frantically, I bit down on my lower lip, trying hard not to ejaculate all over the siding again.

For long minutes the ass-fucking and spanking literally raged inside the house. Just as soon as I thought things were about to quiet down, A few sharp slaps would ring out eliciting howls of blissful delight from the ass-fucked nurse. The bed’s headboard began to clatter against the wall with a leaden, dull cadence as the strength of Brent’s cock-thrusts grew more and more powerful

Brent’s filthy talk had pretty much ceased, and I easily surmised why: even though he’d obviously been there before, Kathy’s ass was proving too hot and tight for even him. He was fighting the irresistible urge to baste the howling nurse’s ass-guys with boiling prick-juice.

“Ohhhhhh are you gonna cum, Baby?” Kathy suddenly bleated noisily as Brent groaned and grunted dramatically. “Ohhh yeah! I can tell you’re gonna cum! You’re gonna cum! Cum for me! Shoot your wad up my ass! Cum for me! Squirt it up my ass!”

I’ll never know who came first, Brent or me. My cock pulsed and flexed in my hand, and I once again squirted cock-cream onto the outside of Brent’s house. My knees trembled and I felt lightheaded as I heard Brent bellow out his orgasm, shooting his hot cum up deep inside my Kathy’s clenching asshole.

Barely able to walk, I zipped up, stumbled to my car and drove home.

Lying in bed, I repeatedly shook with lust. Unable to sleep, I replayed the night’s event over and over in my head. Listening to Kathy get fucked was one of the hottest things I’d ever experienced. The emotions of jealousy and desire seemed to heighten, ten-fold, the prurient feelings that spying on the fucking couple had aroused in me.

That night I came to two conclusions. One, I was going to continue this relationship with Kathy to see where it led, and two, my career as a voyeur had just begun.

It would take Joe at least thirty minutes to get here, and then he’d have to find me.

What would I say to him? What if some other man finds me? Should I call for help, or stay quiet and hope nobody comes. That’s when the door below me flew open and five teenage boys walked in.

They looked up and spotted me. As our eyes met my heart sank as I saw that hungry, lustful look…

“To be continued?”