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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Naughty Neighbors (MF, M/f+, exh, inc, ped) by Gungadick (yataala@aol.com) *** A writer stares out of his window looking for inspiration. What he finds is a different kind of inspiration in the form of a neighboring family. (Reprise) *** I live in a nice neighborhood. A lot of trees and green grass; little traffic; plenty of parking; convenient access to downtown; and nice neighbors. Most of those were on the realtor's brochure when I bought this house; except for the nice neighbors part. I bought a two-story town house. The townhouse is part of a complex is built in a square with all the units facing in onto a large, grassy common area. The called the development the 'Swedish Model', but I don't remember ever seeing anything like it when I was in Sweden. The town houses come in all types and sizes. There are two level ones; split-level ones; and single level ones. A home for every need as the realtor had put it. What he meant was a home for every budget. I bought one of the two story California style houses. It's a narrow affair with living room, dining room, and kitchen downstairs, and two bedrooms and a den upstairs. The neighbors are as varied as the homes. Two lesbian 'life-partners' own the house to my right and beyond them is the Smithson's. A small family of four. Tim is a woman-child with wild curly orange hair. Her real name is Timothea, but of course she likes Tim. Her husband works for the city doing God knows what; and they've got a couple of little girls. One goes to school and the other to Montessori. The house to my left is owned by an old retired couple. Mae Jeffers is the stereotypical little old busybody. She sits by her window and watches all the comings and goings. She's the hit of the monthly home association meeting. She always presents the committee with a list of grievances only an ex-union president could dream up. She has the hearing of a field mouse and can hear a blade of grass suffering from across the common. I called the Pentagon about her, but they said they already knew of her talents. Her husband suffers her in silence. Lucky man lost most of his hearing about twenty years ago. He watches our faces react to her mutterings and his bears an inward smile. Oh sweet silent bliss! One of Mae's top complaints are visitors. Our community is gated, which means most of us moved there to get away from people. Not just any people, but all people. At every association meeting, Mae brings up the suggestion that visitors have to be signed in and only a certain number of visitors should be allowed. We all nod our heads and then move on. She once complained that a certain individual had more women coming to his house than the average beauty parlor and everyone watched to see what I would say. I offered her a purple rinse and she left in a huff. For the most part, we all mind our own business and nod and wave to our 'fellow travelers'. We get together for block watch meetings, and block parties, and the occasional lynching, but otherwise we leave each other alone. My den is the middle room upstairs and separates the master bedroom from the stairwell and guest bedroom. It has windows in both north and south walls. I tend to work late, whenever the urge hits me. Sometimes I'll sit in front of this machine and write a hundred pages of dialogue and on other occasions I'll sit here and pound my head for an hour as I search for 'the' correct word. It was on one of those head pounding nights that I made my discovery. I was trying to write dialogue for a movie with an inner city theme. You know, a lot of "you're the man, dawg" type dialogue, but it wasn't going well. I felt it was too wordy. I mean, I'd done my research and 'hung' with a 'crew' for a couple of weeks, making notes of their 'patois', but I'd noticed that for the most part they just sat around and said nothing. Every now and then, one of them would make some inane comment, which would be followed by a staccato of nonsensical replies and then they would lapse back into their brooding silence. I don't know if it was because they had this 'white muthufucker' in their midst or not, but I made really slow hand motions for those two weeks. I did 'hook-up' with one sweet race curious chick though. Damn she's fine. All that chocolate laid out in my bed; ready to melt in my mouth. Oh well, that's another story. As I said, I was struggling and was at a loss as where to go next. I had started writing in the early afternoon and dusk had come and gone without my noticing. The only light in the room was from my monitor. I got up from the chair in abject disgust at one point and went to stand in the window to clear my mind. I looked out upon the early stars and the moving lights of aircraft coming in to land at SeaTac. A sudden motion caught my attention and I looked across my neighbors' roof and into one of the Smithson's bedrooms. I have to admit a certain thrill went up my spine for a second. This was the first time their blinds were open and I had an unobstructed view. I realized that I was looking into the girls' bedroom. Pink wallpaper; pink bedspread; and a myriad of toys spread about gave ample clues to support my assumption. What had attracted my attention was the light being turned on, but I hadn't seen an actual person yet. I was curious now and continued to watch. Suddenly, a small blur came flying past the window and I watched the youngest daughter sprawl onto the bed. She moved so quickly that I couldn't tell what she was wearing, if anything. She quickly crawled under the covers and for some reason pulled her pillow over her face. I frowned at her antics and could only wonder at her actions. A few moments later, Roger Smithson entered the room and stood with his hands on his hips. At first, I thought he was talking to the girl, but then he made some exaggerated movements and opened the closet door and then opened the large toy box at the foot of the bed. I realized they were playing a form of hide and seek. The pillow was suddenly whisked away and hands sought out ticklish ribs. Everything played out before me in a soundless panorama. All I needed was a piano player and some popcorn. The young girl sat up in bed and I could see her lips move and then his. She clapped her hand to her mouth and I assumed she was stifling a laugh. I could see that she was naked from the waist up, but form this distance I couldn't even make out her nipples. I felt a twinge in my pants and chastised myself for thinking of such a young child in that manner. I was about to move away from the window when I saw Roger bend down and give his youngest a kiss. I'd seen parents kiss their children before, but this wasn't one of those pecks on the cheek type things. The bed faced me, and when the young girl had sat up, she had been facing me and now I was looking at the back of Roger's head so I told myself that something other than an embrace was occurring, but then the girl's arms came up and around his neck and I wondered all over again. I watched as Roger pulled away and then as he pulled the sheets away from the child. She appeared totally naked, unless she wore skin colored panties. I watched in amazement as one of her small hands sought out the place between her thighs and began to explore there. Roger's head moved down and I swear he was doing something to one of her nipples. I stepped back from my window and shook my head in wonder. I had to be sure of what I was seeing, so I hurried into my room and dug through my closet for my binoculars. I stopped for a second and laughed at myself. I called myself depraved, but then said 'fuck it' and continued my search, which was successful. I pull off the lens caps and tossed them onto the bed and went back to my rear window. They were more or less in the same position. It took me forever to focus. I focused on a chimney; a wall; the roof. Just about everything except what I wanted to focus on. I stared straight at the window and brought the glassed down in front of my eyes and was rewarded with a blurred look at the lighted window. I focused in quickly and found myself looking at the little girl's face. She had her eyes closed and her lips curled up into a beatific smile. I moved the glasses down and saw, once again, the back of Roger's head. Moving down further, I suddenly found myself looking at a pair of widely spread legs and a finger poking into a small hairless cunt. "My God!" I said to myself and quickly looked around as though someone could have heard me. I suddenly felt totally exposed. Even though my room was dark except for the monitor, I felt that anyone looking over would be able to see me. I went to my computer and shut it down, bringing the room into an even deeper darkness. I pulled my chair over and sat down a few feet from my window. I brought up the long-glasses and refocused on the free show across the way. I found nothing but a blur and I tried to refocus, but I couldn't so I pulled the glasses away from my eyes and realized that it hadn't been a blur, but the back of Roger's head. "C'mon, Rog!" I said aloud. "Move your fucking head." It suddenly dawned on me that the reason his head was in the way was because he was doing something to his daughter. I brought the glasses up once again and sure enough, I found her legs spread wide open. The lucky bastard was eating out that sweet little cunt. I brought the glasses down and slowly shook my head from side to side. Oh, to be in Roger's neighborhood. I laughed at the thought and quietly sang out, "Won'tcha be my neighbor!" Suddenly, the light in the small window in their stairwell came on and I saw Tim leave the bottom floor and start to climb up. I felt like Gregory Peck in the Hitchcock thriller. I wanted to shout out and warn Roger, but I knew he wouldn't be able to hear. I was afraid to even watch what would happen, but human nature prevailed and I kept on my peeping efforts. "Oh, my God!" I said to no one there. "Poor fucking Roger is going to see some fireworks now." I could see Roger pull away from his youngest, but she made no effort to bring her legs together. I noticed Roger face the door to the bedroom and then Tim came walking in. She stopped and shared something with Roger and then bent over to kiss the little girl, who had resumed fingering her young slit. "Jesus!" I exclaimed. It appeared that Tim was fully aware of the shenanigans going on under her roof. Roger had his back to the window and was blocking my view of Tim. I saw the young girl smile broadly and thought that she might be giggling. I realized that Tim was doing something to Roger and was shocked when his trouser fell away. I brought my field glasses up again and wound up getting an eyeful of Roger's hairy ass. I could see Tim go down onto her knees and could only assume what she was doing. The girl had clambered onto her knees and was avidly watching from the edge of the bed. I suddenly realized that my cock was straining at my pants and that it was begging for some attention. I put down the binoculars for a moment and pulled out my engorged member. When I returned my gaze to their window, I saw Tim stand up. Roger turned sideways and faced the bed and his daughter. Roger's cock was hard and stuck out like a broken tree limb. Even with the field glasses, I couldn't tell how big it was. Tim had her hand on it and was stroking it slowly. It seemed like there were a couple of inches of cock sticking out past her hand and she had her fingers all the way around it. I watched the little girl scramble into a sitting position on the edge of the bed and then incredulously she leant forward and took Roger's cock into her mouth. My right hand was a blur on my own cock as I sought the ultimate pleasure. I could already feel my balls surging with cum. I watched the little nymph move her mouth up an down on the exposed part of Roger's cock as Tim masturbated her husband into her daughter's mouth. I leaned back in my chair as the rush of my orgasm came over me. My cum spewed up and out of my cock with unprecedented force. I don't know where most of it went and at the moment I didn't care. Some of it hit me in the chin; a glob hung off of the field glasses; and I hoped that the rest was plastered to my shirt. I whipped out my handkerchief and wiped off the glasses. I brought the binoculars back up with my shaky hands and focused on the events unfolding in my neighbor's house. The little urchin was still sucking on Roger's cock, but Tim was no longer stroking it. She was no longer in sight. The girl was still bobbing up and down on Roger's cock and had brought up a hand to accompany her mouth. I could tell that Roger was in ecstasy. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed. Something clicked on inside my head and I rushed from my den and went back to my closet. I reached up onto the top shelf and felt around in the dark. My hands came across a hard plastic shell and I almost shouted "eureka". I ran back into the den and raised my video camera up to my eye. I could see nothing. Everything was dark. I cursed my luck and told myself the battery was dead, but then I realized I'd forgotten to remove the lens cap. I actually said, "duh" and then slapped myself in the forehead. I removed the offending lens protector and zoomed in on Roger's window. The zoom was almost as good as that of the Zeiss binoculars and I got a good frame of the young girls mouth slurping on her father's erection. I slowly zoomed out so that I could frame the entire window and so that the tape would show who was doing what. I zoomed back in and held the focus for a minute. A blur suddenly obscured my shot and I took my eye away from the aperture to see what it was. Tim had returned and she was standing at the foot of the bed. She had interposed herself between me and the action and I cursed under my breath. I suddenly thought she was looking my way and I looked up to her face, but only saw the back of her head. I gasped as another revelation came over me. She was totally naked. I could see her pert little butt cheeks facing in my direction. He legs were slightly spread and the light of the room shone through the wispy curls of her cunt hairs. She moved to the other side of the bed and I pulled back on the zoom so that the entire window was framed in my shot. Not only was she back and naked, but the older daughter was there now and she too was naked. I chuckled as I realized that my left hand was toying with a fresh erection. Mother and daughter lay down onto the bed and wrapped their arms around each other as their lips pressed together. My oh my, this was getting better and better. The younger girl had released Roger's cock, which was bouncing around in the air. She and her father watched the other couple for a while as their love making intensified. Tim's mouth moved down to her daughter's chest and she played with the nipples there. I zoomed in onto her face and her tongue was plainly visible as it raked across the flat chest of her daughter. Her lips closed upon one of the miniscule buds and you could see some of the flesh pull up into her sucking mouth. I panned down Tim's body and got a decent profile shot of her hanging tits and her bubble butt. If her breasts hadn't been so large, she would have looked like a third child in that room. Tim isn't even five feet tall, but packs a hell of a package, which has fueled a number of my fantasies. I swung the camera around to Roger and the younger girl and saw that they too had climbed onto the bed. Roger lie spooned into his daughter as she watched her mother and older sister perform. Roger's hand was busy in between her legs, but I don't know if he was playing with her cunt or reaching in between to play with himself. Lord, how I wished I could hear the moans and groans coming from that room. It was eerie to see all this passion without hearing it. My left hand was fully engaged in stroking my own cock now and it felt damn good. Tim moved down the bed and twisted her body so that once again she was blocking my shot. She got onto all fours and lowered her mouth onto the young girls cunt. Her legs were spread and I could see the lips of her cunt and the hairs that surrounded it, but her body shadowed that part and it was only an outline. I turned off the camera and sat and waited. I hoped that I would get some more interesting and salacious shots. I slowly stroked my cock and kept my eye on the window. I saw Tim raise her head and brought the camera back to bear. She turned her body and I watched as she got into a sixty-nine position. I got some good shots of her daughter's cunt before Tim's full head of hair came down to obstruct the view once again. Luckily, Roger decided he wanted some additional fun and I watched as he and the youngest child changed positions on the bed. The little girl got up on her knees and Roger twisted onto his back. His swollen cock bobbed and weaved as it pointed to the ceiling. I watched as the youngster grabbed her father's cock and stroked it slowly and then as she lowered her mouth once again to engulf the head. It was a perfect shot. I was looking straight up between Roger's legs and the girl was sideways to me as she worked her mouth up and down. She pulled her mouth away suddenly and I watched Roger lips move as he grabbed his cock and said something to her. I watched with mouth agape as the little girl straddled his legs. "No way!" I exclaimed. It was like a porn flick as the girl faced his feet and me and lowered her little cunt onto Roger's cock. What appeared to be an average sized cock now appeared huge as it spread open the little girl's labia. I watched hungrily as she slowly shoved her juicy little cunt down onto her father's member. It was agonizing for me to watch, but I don't know how she felt because she was looking down at herself and at the slowly disappearing cock. She finally got most of it in and then she slowly started moving up and down on it. It was almost as though I were filming in slow motion. The little girl looked up and I saw she was biting her lower lip, but it appeared to be more concentration than consternation. My hand was making slapping sounds now as it pounded down into my scrotum. I managed to pan over to Tim and the other girl and did so just in time to catch Tim as her orgasm raked her body. She lifted her head and her face came up to be framed by my camera. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was opened wide. I could only imagine the groan coming from her throat as she expressed her ecstasy. She shook her head from side to side and her flaming hair whipped about. Her great tits swung about and were framed by her stiff arms. I could barely make out the daughter's chin surrounded by her mother's red pubic hair. I panned back and saw that the younger child was moving a lot faster now and her smiling face was turned towards Tim as she watched her mother in her passion. Roger's hands were on the urchin's hips, but I couldn't tell if he was urging her on or merely holding on for dear life. She was giving him a pretty good ride. His seemingly huge cock appeared and disappeared as the little stretched out cunt made its up and down journey. His cock glistened with their combined juices. I pulled back on the zoom and framed the entire window once again. In one half a small child was bouncing up and down on her father's cock and in the other a mother had moved around and was embracing her daughter in something I wouldn't call parental fashion. I zoomed back in on Tim and the older daughter and I could see they were kissing tongue in cheek. Her tongue, her cheek. You know what I mean. Tim suddenly rolled onto her back and the first grader got up onto her knees and straddled her mother's face. The girl grasped the headboard as she prepared to ride her mother's mouth. I watched Tim's tongue snake out of her mouth and slurp at the hairless slit above her. The daughter lowered herself more and the tongue disappeared as the young girls ass cheeks seemed to settle onto Tim's chin. I panned back to Roger and the other waif and found them in the same position. I continued to film and pounded my pud. I could feel my arousal reaching a second peak and I slowed so that I could prolong it. I zoomed out and just kept the camera in that mode while the two couples continued their incestual couplings. A minute passed and then I noticed that the littlest angel's movements were becoming erratic so I zoomed in on her and watched as her brightly lit eyes opened wide and she seemed to be saying or moaning something. Her little body seemed to convulse and it shuddered and spasmed back and forth. She had brought both hands down and was pressing them into her cunt. She no longer bounced up and down, but was jammed down onto the cock as her muscles jerked her about. The little body fell back onto her dad's and his cock pulled out of her cunt. I had to give Roger his due; he had staying power. His cock remained stiff and glistening. He rolled the little girl off of him and covered her mouth with kisses. The other duo had stopped to watch the show next to them. Tim was sitting up and the older daughter was kneeling and watching as she played with her cunt. Tim said something to her and she scrambled over her mother's body and laid down in the middle of the bed. She spread her legs and I focused on her red and swollen cunt. She was driving a couple of fingers into herself. She looked like no child I'd ever seen. Well, except for her little sister of course. Another blur obscured my shot and I looked up to see Roger climb over his youngest and poise himself over the oldest. I got a good, although, somewhat shadowed, shot of his stiff cock plunging into his other daughter. I filmed a bit of his ass pumping up and down and then panned over to Tim who sat back against the headboard and tugged on her nipples as she watched her husband fuck one of their small daughters. I saw her fingers suddenly stop their nipple pinching and I could tell from the way that it happened that something had prompted her to stop. I zoomed out and saw that she was looking in my direction. It was as if she was looking right into my eyes. I saw her brow furrow and then her eyes popped open and her mouth sprung open as well. She scrambled off the bed and the last thing I saw was her outlined in the window as the Venetian blinds came sliding down. I knew she had seen me, but I wondered how. I looked behind me and there were no lights on. The opposite window was totally dark and it was a moonless night. I sighed as I held the camera in my lap next to my still hard cock and that's when I saw it. The little red monitor light was on indicating that I was filming something. She had seen the little red light and guessed that someone was watching. The phone rang next to me and I almost jumped out of my skin. I sat there and watched the offending instrument, but didn't pick it up. It couldn't be or could it, I asked myself. I let it ring the eight times and then my machine picked up. I heard the recorded message I used as it said, "Heaven... this is God!" Some people thought it was funny. Then a familiar female voice said. "We have to talk." * * * Two weeks had passed since that faithful night. I hadn't returned the call. In matter of fact, I had done everything to avoid the Smithson's. I didn't know how to deal with my knowledge and the knowledge that they had knowledge of my... well, I think you get the drift. I'd caught glances of them every now and then. I'd seen the two little ones playing with other urchins on the quad. I'd seen Roger coming home from work a couple of times, and I'd seen Tim carrying groceries into the house. She'd waved and I'd waved back. For a second, I'd thought she was going to come over and I'd quickened my steps up onto the porch and into the house. I felt like an idiot. Why was I acting guilty. So I'd seen my neighbors in 'flagrante delicto' with their two little daughters. That wasn't my fault. So I'd used my binoculars to get a better view and then I'd recorded some of it with my video camera. Did that give me reason to feel awkward and ashamed. God, yes. I hadn't even watched the footage I'd shot. It 'weirded me out,' as they used to say. I'd even taken to keeping the blinds closed on that side of the house, but temptation had been too great and I'd peeked through the slats a few times and all I'd seen was the light behind their curtained windows. I imagined what might be going on behind those windows and had become aroused to the point that I'd stood there and splattered cum all over my windowsill. It was eating away at my mind. I was thinking about it almost nonstop now. It interfered with my work and invaded my dreams. If I didn't see more soon, I would go nuts. It was a beautiful summer evening. The day had been hot and I'd just come back from a local bar where I'd had a couple of Guinness's and shot the breeze with an old red nosed wino. I sat on the top step to my porch and looked up at the stars. The sky was still too light for more than the brightest stars to shine, but it was a pleasant way to spend a few minutes. I thought about going out to the national park on the weekend so that I could enjoy the night sky without the city's ambient lighting, but I dreaded facing the crowds that had become prevalent over the last decade. "Nice evening, huhn, Bob?" A familiar voice said and my head whipped down to find Tim standing at the foot of my stairs. She was wearing a formless summer shift and her massive ringlets of red hair had been pulled to the back of her head and pinned there by a couple of flowered barrettes. I studied her full mouth and could see a twinkle behind those beautiful grey eyes of hers. I couldn't tell what her intent was so I played along. "Yeah. It'd be even nicer if we could see more stars," I said and craned my neck upwards. I felt her move up next to me and she sat on the same step. I glanced over and realized how small she was. I could see right over her head. I looked down and realized she was studying my face. She smiled at me and I smiled back. Neither of us spoke. She turned her head upwards and looked at the few stars in the sky. "Is that a star?" She asked and pointed to a bright dot low on the Eastern horizon. "I think that's Venus, but I'm not sure," I told her, trying to remember my old astronomy lessons. "Venus? You mean the planet? Wow! I never knew you could see any of the other planets without a telescope," She said and I felt her move a little closer. I could smell her perfume. It was a delicate scent - lilac. Her body radiated heat as though she had her own power source. I thought I'd be scorched where her bare arm rubbed up against mine. "You know, you've been a very naughty neighbor," she said casually as she kept her eyes peering up at the sky. I glanced over and felt the heat rise up in my face. "I have?" I croaked out. "Yes you have," she said, looking into my face. "You've never invited us over for a drink or anything, and you've never accepted our invitations either." I caught myself before letting out an audible sigh and I just swallowed it instead. "Well. You know how those invitations are. Most people just throw them out there and they don't mean anything. I'm sorry if I've offended you." "I understand," she said and smiled that magic smile at me. "But, we were serious when we invited you. I think we could be good friends if you wanted. I bet you'd like our kids too." I felt my eyes widen as she dropped that last statement into my lap. I saw a smile play across her lips and my cock gave a lurch in my trousers. I swallowed hard before replying. "I'll have to bear that in mind," I told her and smiled back at her. My mouth was dry and my lips caught on my teeth so that my smile felt awkward. I ran my tongue along the inside of my lips and tried again. "You know," she said as she stood up. "I've never even seen the inside of your house." I stood up quickly as I realized she was heading for the door. I followed her into my house and she stood in the living room and looked around. "I always thought these houses had the same floor plan, but they don't. Our front door opens onto the dining room." I shook my head at her comment and was about to tell her that if I exchanged the furniture this would be my dinning room also, but I thought better of it. I followed her through to the dining room and into the kitchen. "Well, this looks a lot like my kitchen. Even has the same appliances. How about a beer?" She asked and didn't wait for me before she whipped open my refrigerator door and looked inside for a couple of beers. I sucked in a breath as I realized I could see the outline of her naked body through the thin material of her shift. She stood sideways to the door and looked at me. "Do you mind?" She asked. "Not at all. Help yourself," I told her as I tried to tear my eyes away from the silhouetted shape of her grapefruit sized breasts. She reached into the icebox and pulled out a couple of Anchor Steams. I pulled a bottle opener from my junk drawer and did the honors. I offered her a glass and her only reply was to tilt the bottle up to her mouth. I watched those full red lips suck on the end of the bottle and felt another twinge in my groin. "Well, how about a tour of the upstairs?" She asked. I swallowed again and mumbled an 'okay'. I followed her up the stairs. The loosed fitting dress did nothing to hide the contours of that great ass. I was beginning to envy Roger. I'd always thought of Tim as a bombshell and this only reinforced my opinions. We got to the top of the stairs and she turned right into the spare bedroom. I'd had a friend do the decorating for me and Tim expressed her admiration. We walked out and into my den. "So, this is where the great writer does all his work," she said with a tinkle in her voice. "Yup," I managed to reply. "You know," she said as though the thought had just crossed her mind. "We use this room as our girls' bedroom." "Do you?" I said and felt like an idiot. We were playing a game and I didn't know what the object was or even if there was one. "Uh huhn!" She said nodding. "I bet if these blinds were open, you could see right into their room." Tim walked over and pulled the cord on my Venetians. The slats went horizontal and presented us with a view of her house. Amazingly, the curtains in her girls' room were open. "Oh, look!" She said, turning to me, "you can see over there. As a matter of fact, you can see right into their room." I moved up next to her and nodded my head. "I guess you can. I guess that means that they can see over here too," I said, playing along. "I would imagine," Tim said. "If your blinds were open and the lights were on. Otherwise, you'd be pretty much invisible." The statement fell like a ton of bricks. There was no mistaking her meaning. I swallowed my discomfort and tried to think of something to say. "Oh, look," Tim said, "there's Kelly." I looked up and saw the younger of her daughters come into the bedroom. The little girl appeared to be naked again and she clambered onto the bed and turned to face the door. A moment later, the older daughter came running in and bounced up onto the bed also. She too appeared to be naked. "Those little imps," Tim said. "I can hardly keep any clothes on them. I swear they'd go around naked all the time if I let them. Aren't they cute?" I looked down into Tim's smiling face and nodded. I looked back up just in time to see Roger walk into his daughters' room. He stood in front of them with hands on his hips and I could tell they were talking. Suddenly I saw him incline his head our way and the two little girls looked over towards my window. The light was on in my den and we were plainly visible to them. Both girls turned our way and waved to us. "Oh look," Tim said, "they can see us." Time waved back to them. I raised a hand like an animatronics doll and flapped my wrist a couple of times. My mind felt like it was all gummed up. The wheels were turning, but very slowly. Things were no longer under my control. I felt a tugging at my waist and I looked down to see Tim unbuckling my belt. I watched like a zombie as she unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them. My pants fell to the floor and my swollen cock sprung out between us. I hadn't even realized that I was hard. "You naughty man," Tim said as she reached out and caressed my shaft. "You don't even have underwear on." I groaned as her small hand gently stroked my member. She was so small that it looked as though a child was playing with my cock. She took the beer from my hand and placed it on the floor next to hers. She turned back to stroking my cock. "That is nice," she whispered, "I like big cocks. Do you mind?" I watched as she went down onto her knees and took my cock into her mouth. I stuck an arm out and placed my hand on the wall next to the window. I was afraid I might fall down. Her mouth was hot and I could feel her tongue spread moisture along my shaft and swollen head. I suddenly realized that her family could see us and I looked over to their house. Her husband and the two girls were standing in front of the their window and watching us intently. "This is so much bigger than Roger's. The girls just have to try this out," Tim said as she pulled her mouth off, but continued to stroke me gently. "Uh huhn," I said from within my daze. Tim stood up and grasping the hem of her shift she pulled it up and over her head. She reached up and pulled the two barrettes from her hair and the constrained ringlets fell about her face and shoulders. She stood with her arms akimbo and gave me time to study her body. "Holy fuck!" I muttered. She had to have the greatest body I'd ever seen. Her breasts were impossibly round and stuck straight out. Her torso flowed into a slender waist and then blossomed out into slender hips. She did a little pirouette and I watched that perfectly round ass go by. My cock bounced up and down and a strand of precum oozed out and stretched down towards the floor. "You like?" She asked and reached up to tweak her nipples. "That body is a sin," I told her and reached out to pull her against me. She giggled and molded herself against me. I had to bend my neck down to meet her lips and it was awkward. I reached down and cupped a butt cheek in both hands and lifted her up. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her tongue pressed past my lips and into my mouth. Her kiss was deep and hard and we held it for a long time. I thought I was going to pass out from lack of breath. I could feel my cock brushing up against her bottom. I was having trouble maintaining my balance because my feet were tangled in my bunched up pants so I put her down and watched her pout those full lips at me. I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my pants. She worked the buttons of my shirt and pushed it off of my shoulders. She brought her lips to one of my nipples as I struggled to get the shirt all the way off. A tingle spread from my chest and ran down into my groin. She bit down lightly and I said "ow!" She giggled and moved to the other nipple and repeated her actions. "I want to do that to you," I told her and pushed her face away. I looked into her face for a moment and realized how truly beautiful she was. God had given this woman a lot of tools to work with. I wondered how Roger had wound up with this woman. She was like a miniature goddess. A woman-child. I reached down and picked her up again. She laughed and wrapped her legs around my waist. She leaned back and offered me her breasts. I made a move towards the bedroom and she told me to stay by the window. We looked over and found her family still standing there and watching. Roger had his cock out and one of the girls was stroking it, but I couldn't tell which. I stood with us in profile and bent my head down to suck a nipple into my mouth. Tim moaned as the turgid nubbin rolled about on my tongue. Her aureole were pale and her nipples slightly darker. They weren't long but they were fat. I teased one erect and then sucked in a mouthful of breast. She ran her fingers through my hair and pressed my face to her chest. I moved over to the other and nibbled on it for a while. I could feel her legs squeeze my waist in a rhythm. She was aroused and trying to increase her pleasure. I put her down again and then knelt down before her. Her eyes opened wide and she 'oohed' as I bent forward and ran my tongue down her stomach and into her pubic hair. She had trimmed her hair and it was a only a small short patch at the top of her slit. She was so short that I had to bend my neck sideways in order to tongue her slit, but she enjoyed it never the less. I probed her tight cunt and pushed my tongue past the tightly closed lips. I felt a burst of moisture on my tongue and savored its delicate flavor. She even tasted like a young girl. I ran my tongue up and down and pushed it into her vulva. She moaned and shuddered and pressed my face into her. I worked my way up and found the swollen nubbin that was her clit. She let out a short, sharp barking sound as I found the little button and her legs quivered. "Oh yes!" She moaned. I sucked the button into my mouth and nibbled on it. It seemed to grow as I teased it. Her moans increased as I licked and probed her cunt and she suddenly pushed my face away. I looked up and saw that she was taking in deep ragged breaths. Her chest heaved and those great tits seemed to defy gravity. A light sheen of sweat glistened on her skin. She swallowed and shook her head at me as I bent down to continue. She reached down and tugged on my upper arms. I rose to my feet and towered above her. She glanced to the side and looked over to her house. I followed her gaze and saw that they were still avidly watching. "Wait," she said and walked over to my desk and pulled the chair over to where I was standing. I couldn't imagine what she had in mind until she positioned the chair and bent over it. She raised her ass to me and wiggled it. I looked over to her house and looked at her family once again. I felt funny suddenly, knowing she wanted me to fuck her while they watched. I made up my mind and positioned myself behind her. She looked over her shoulder and watched as I grabbed my cock and aimed it at her inviting slit. She had her legs spread, but her cunt lips were still tightly sealed. I pressed the head into her and tried to enter her. I couldn't seem to find the opening and I pulled back. I watched as she reached down between her legs and spread the lips of her sex. I moved forward again and pressed the head of my cock into the invitingly moist opening. It took more pressure than I could ever remember to slide my cock into her. She was so tight, it was like fucking a virgin. I hit bottom and still had several inches sticking out of her. I pulled back and slowly slid back in. I moved slowly at first and allowed her cunt to lubricate itself. I started moving a little faster as the going got easier and soon I was pumping long strokes in and out of her. We both filled my den with groans of pleasure. "So good. So good," Tim kept mumbling. I changed my rhythm and alternated between long deep strokes and slow shallow ones. She would grunt every time I pushed all the way to her cervix and she would shove her ass back at me. I saw her ass start to quiver after a couple of minutes and knew she was close to coming. She was moaning constantly now and muttering incoherently. She kept shaking her head back and forth and her mass of curls would swish from side to side. I grasped her hips and started pushing hard into her. She started taking in hissing breaths and then she seemed to freeze in place for a breath and then she let out a loud scream. "OH GOD!" She shouted and her body convulsed with her orgasm. I held on to her and I think she would have collapsed onto the floor if I hadn't. I tried to keep up my stroking, but found it impossible so I just drove all the way in and held on for dear life. Her small frame jerked about like a marionette and I could feel her impossibly tight cunt milk my shaft. I hadn't come yet, but I wouldn't last much longer. I wanted to continue plowing into her, but she suddenly stood up and my cock pulled out of her with a 'plop.' She turned to face me and I could see her face was brightly colored and flush. She was gasping for breath and pressed a hand between her breasts. She swallowed several times and finally spoke. "That was fucking great. I've never been fucked by a big cock before," she said hoarsely. "Tim," I said, "my cock isn't that big." She reached down and grasped the slippery organ and stroked it gently. "It's bigger than Roger's, and his is the only one I've ever fucked," she told me and looked up to see how I took her statement. I couldn't believe that this goddess had never been with anyone other than her husband. I would have to ask her about that, but at the moment I had something else in mind, but before I could do anything, she dropped to her knees and looked closely at my slimy cock. She smiled and stuck out her tongue. She licked up one side and down the other. "Ummmmmm," she moaned, "I taste pretty good." I chuckled at her statement and my cock bobbed and weaved. She grasped it once again and sucked it into her mouth. I closed my eyes and moaned. I opened them again and remembering her family, I looked over to their window. They had turned off their light, but I could still see their silhouettes. They watched as their mother and wife worked on my swollen cock. She moved her head up and down and took most of me into her mouth and throat. She was very good and enjoyed what she was doing. She seemed to hum as she worked and it sent an extra thrill up my spine. She grasped my scrotum and gently fondled my balls. She pulled off of my cock and licked her lips. "I could do this for hours," she said as she looked up at me with a glimmer in her eyes. "I would let you," I whispered and she smiled as she bent forward again. She went back to work as she engulfed my cock and pushed forward slowly as she worked the entire thing down her throat. She reached back and grasped my butt cheeks and pulled me into her face. I sighed as I felt her nose push into my groin. Damn, she was good. She pulled off slowly and then started bobbing up and down on me. She moved her right hand further around and I felt her slide her fingers into the crack of my ass. She felt around for a moment until she found the rosette of my asshole and then she pressed a finger into me. I grunted as she entered me and felt another twinge of pleasure added to the rest. She worked her finger in and out of me in tempo with her sucking mouth and I felt the surge of cum boiling in my scrotum. "I'm going to cum," I managed to moan a moment before it actually happened. "Ummmm," she muttered and redoubled her efforts. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" I moaned as my ejaculate sprayed the back of her throat. Her head moved back and forth in long slow motions as she milked me dry. My legs quivered and the muscles tightened along my spine and force my neck to bow forward. I quivered as she continued to suck the juices out of me. I rested my hands on top of her curly head and let her have her way. She nursed on me until my cock head became too sensitive and then I pushed her sucking mouth away. She looked up at me with lips pursed and her eyes glazed over. I watched as her tongue came out and circled her swollen lips. Her eyes cleared and a smile formed on her lips. "Yummmm," she said. I reached down and pulled her up to her feet. I leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "That was great," I told her. "Ummm hmmmm!" She agreed and she licked her lips again. She turned to look over at her house and waved. I saw the light come on over there and her two daughters waved back to us. Tim went over and turned off my light and then turned the chair so that it faced the window. She patted the seat and I frowned and sat down. She sat sideways in my lap and wrapped her hands around my neck. I looked over and saw Roger taking his clothes off. "All we need now is popcorn," Tim said as she squeezed my neck. I watched stupefied as one of her daughters took her husband's cock into her mouth and started to suck on it. The other girl lie in bed and played with her hairless cunt. You could see Roger's cock swell and soon she was sucking on his hard on. He looked over at us and grinned. "Doesn't that look like fun?" Tim said. "Uh huhn," was all I was able to master as I watched the show. I felt my cock twitch and it started to swell again. "My god," Tim said as she spread her legs open and looked between them at my twitching cock. "Don't tell me that thing is ready already!" "Uh," I muttered, "it's uh.. I guess so." Tim moved her legs apart and let my cock stick up between them. She grasped it in her right hand and stroked it slowly as we watched Roger play with his daughters. Kelly had joined her sister now and they were both taking turns sucking on his cock. I tried to imagine what that would feel like. "Can you imagine what that must feel like?" Tim asked and I almost laughed at the parallel thoughts. "I love the feel of their little tongues as they work on my cunt," Tim said and I felt a surge go through my cock. She looked at me and smiled. "You like it when I talk about it?" "I guess," I replied hoarsely. "Ummmmm! Those little tongues brushing against my clit and licking my juicy twat. I can just imagine how Roger must feel with those tight little mouths working on his cock. Hot little mouths sucking and licking at his shaft. Swallowing his precum and looking for more. Their little hands stroking his shaft and fondling his balls. Can you imagine?" "Oh yeah!" I groaned as her hand began stroking in earnest. We watched as Roger placed both girls on the edge of the bed, facing away from him. We saw him look over at us as he lined his swollen cock up with the first little twat. I groaned as he pushed forward and into one of his daughters. Tim chuckled at my reaction. Tim fiddled with my cock for a moment and I looked down to see her bending it sideways and aiming it at her cunt. She rose up slightly and I felt a sudden warmth as I slid part way into her. She lowered herself and sighed. I was halfway into her and it felt good even though we weren't fucking. Her cunt was tight and warm and it throbbed around my cock head. I looked back up and watched as Roger stroked into his daughter. We sat like that for at least a half hour as Roger alternated between one girl and the next. Then he had them get into a sixty- nine and he would fuck the top girl and then have them change places. My cock was throbbing on its own now as it burrowed in her fleshy cave. "Roger's got some staying power," I uttered. "Ummm hmmmm," Tim moaned as a shudder went through her body. "He wears a cock ring," she informed me. I peered closely, but couldn't see the device from this distance. Tim suddenly began to move her hips in short little jerks and her breath caught in her throat in short little gasps. She let out a moan and her body shuddered against mine and she buried her face in my shoulder. "Man!" She whispered against my neck. "I'm going to have to fuck you a lot. I just love that cock. The girls just have to try this." At the mention of her daughters I felt a familiar surge in my cock and I once again sprayed into her body. I felt her cunt muscles squeeze around my shaft and it was delicious. "Fuck!" I uttered. "What a cunt." "Ummmmm," she muttered against my neck. "Do you like that," she said and caused her cunt to squeeze my shaft again. "Oh, you know I do," I told her and she did it again. We looked over to her house again and saw that one of the girls was sitting astride Roger and was pumping her little twat up and down on his swollen cock. She was facing our way and we could see her grinning. I couldn't see the other girl and then realized that she was sitting on Roger's face and was partially hidden by her sister. "Looks like they're having fun," I said. "It would be even more fun if you would come over some night," Tim said and I looked down into her questioning face. "Okay," I said, but I felt a flutter in my stomach. I didn't know if I could actually fuck those little girls. Watching them do it was different than doing it to them. I didn't know if I was capable of doing that. "You can just watch if you want," Tim said, apparently having read my mind. I looked at her and she gave me a knowing smile. "Or," she said and her cunt squeezed my softening cock once again, "you could fuck me while we watched Roger doing the girls." "Okay," I said again and found I had no qualms with that suggestion. We turned back to find the girls clambering off of their father. It looked like the show was almost over. I watched Roger do something to his cock and realized her was taking off the cock ring. One of the girls bent down and took the swollen cock into her mouth and bobbed up and down on it for a couple of moments and then she pulled off and we could see jets of cum spurt up into the air as she stroked her father's cock with her hand. "Show must be over," I said, "the fireworks just went off." Tim barked out a laugh and hugged me tighter. We sat there for a few more minutes and then she got off of me and slid back into her dress. She slipped on her sandals and I walked her down the stairs. She stopped me at the door and I leaned down to give her a kiss. "You better be careful," she said, "you don't want the old bag to see you saying good by to me in your 'all together.' I laughed and stood behind the door as I watched the small goddess go down my steps and up the walk way to her house. I sighed and closed the door. I leaned back and thought about the evening's events. It seemed like my life had gotten a little more complicated. I wondered what the near future would hold. I thought about the little girls and my cock twitched. I looked down and shook my head. "Give it a fucking rest will you," I told it and it twitched in response. I ambled back up the stairs and looked over at my neighbor's house. I saw Tim enter the kids' bedroom and she bent over to tuck them in. She sat on the edge of the bed and talked to her daughters for a while. I could see her lips move and her head bob up and down as she agreed with something one of them said. She looked over at my window and it was like she was staring into my eyes. She waved to me and then she got up and turned off the kid's light and went into her own bedroom. I could see her shadow cast upon the curtains of her room and I wondered what she was doing in there. I pictured her slipping out of her summer dress and sliding that great body into bed. I imagined Roger taking her into his arms and embracing her. I pictured him sliding his cock into her cunt and my cum coating its shaft. I suddenly realized that I was jealous of him. "Fuck!" I muttered as I dragged my chair over to the computer desk and turned on the machine. I knew I wouldn't be getting any sleep that night. The End *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not "real life." Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 23