I generally like being home on leave, though I sometimes get bored. I’d been home almost two weeks. I was really bored. I decided to take a walk in the woods. The woods had been one of my favorite places as a kid. It was smaller than I remembered it to be. Before long, I came across the river. It wasn’t much of a river at this time of year. They hadn’t had much rain this summer. Some kids had knocked down a few dead trees to make a bridge. I crossed over and wandered along the riverbank. It was a hot day but it felt good to be using my body again. I walked along the river for about ten minutes before I saw the fence.

On a whim, I approached the fence using all my woodland stealth training. It was a fun little exercise, proving how quiet I could move on a wooded hill. When I reached the fence, I smiled at the knothole. It was a bit closer to the ground than I remembered. Crouching down I put an eye to the hole, for old time’s sake. A jolt of electricity shot up my spine when I realized I was looking at Shirley! She was stretched out beside the pool in a chaise lounge, reading a book. Her black bikini didn’t hide much of her shapely form. She had nice round tits, not too big, not too small. Her long legs were still well muscled, her belly still flat and, yes, her red hair was still curly. I adjusted my crouch to a stable squat. She was, once again, the prettiest girl I ever saw. My awe struck crush came back to me in full force. When she put down the book and stretched her sleek body I watched her pussy mound press against the crotch of her bikini bottoms. She lay back down in the chair with her eyes closed and her legs spread. My childhood fears threatened to overwhelm me. I was just about to get going when her hand reached down and stroked her pussy mound through her bikini bottoms. I froze.

She rubbed her mound a few times and then unhooked her bra. Her tits were white and round with delicate pink circles around her nipples. I could feel the twinges between my legs and knew my cock was getting hard. She put a finger in her mouth and then put the wet finger on a nipple, rolling it around, making it swell into the size and shape of a pencil eraser. She wet her finger again and did the same with the other nipple. Her nipples weren’t the only things getting swollen and hard, I began rubbing my crotch, feeling the stiff dick inside my pants.

Keeping her left hand on her left tit, her right hand returned to her glorious mound. She rubbed her bikini bottom again for a few moments and then slid her hand under the elastic. Her feet were flat on the pool deck as she pushed her cunt up to meet the invader. I quietly unzipped my pants and reached in to rub my hard cock. Looking back to the knothole I saw her fingers inside her bikini bottoms. They were rhythmically rubbing her pussy as her other hand alternated kneading her pretty tits. Her eyes were still closed and a little smile was on her lips. Her fingers began to work faster between her legs and her lips parted a little as she began squirming in the lounger. My cock was still in my pants but I had my hand wrapped around it, giving it soft little jerks as I watched her body writhe.

Impatiently, she lifted her hips and pushed the bikini bottoms down to her knees. Her pussy was fringed with a sparse forest of curly red hair. Her pussy lips were pink and swollen with lust. Her right hand returned to her pussy while her legs worked the bikini bottoms down to her calves. Her whole hand was moving up and down her pretty pussy; sometimes I’d see her slip a finger inside her cunt. Her hips were rocking. Her hand and pussy were dancing to an intense primal beat, insistent and driving, pushing her ever faster. Her mouth was now hung open, her head shaking side to side, even her neck muscles seemed to straining toward orgasm as she arched her entire body off of the chaise lounge and rode her frantically rubbing hand to a spastic, body jolting orgasm. I shot my load, right along with her, on the ground outside the fence.

Zipping back up I quietly moved back down the hill before she could recover. I’d always been afraid to talk to her and, somehow, that didn’t seem to be the right time. Maybe I’ll call her next time I’m home. Maybe she won’t be seeing anyone. Maybe I won’t have to return to the knothole.

Though I rarely drink, I poured myself a healthy second shot of Scotch and wandered into Kaitlin’s room. It still smelled of her herbal soap and shampoo. I brushed my fingers along her bureau and looked around her room. God, it was going to be a long time until Thanksgiving! I sat down on her bed and stared out the window, she must have flung open her curtains this morning. I had tears in my eyes, thinking about her facing the first day of her new life. I slugged down the rest of the Scotch. The warmth in my belly felt good. It brought my eyes back into focus.

Maybe it was the tears, maybe it was my melancholy mood but it wasn’t until that moment that I realized I’d been staring into a bedroom window. Our house sits on the peak of a small hill so the other window was a little below Kaitlin’s. There was a girl spread eagle on the bed, wearing nothing but white panties. Linda was Kaitlin’s age; they were close for a while in junior high. When Kaitlin got heavy into sports they drifted apart. I’d always thought Linda was cute. From what I could see, she still was. Her black hair framed a face with big brown eyes and a cute pug nose. Even her tits were cute, average size firm ones with light brown aureole. I wondered whether she always had her shade up at night or just knew, with Kaitlin gone, no one could see into her well-lit room. I could tell, pretty quickly, that she probably wasn’t expecting anyone to be looking.

Her right hand had moved up and was lightly caressing her right breast. Her tanned legs began to squirm a bit on the bed. I held my breath as her left hand began caressing her other breast. She arched her back, pressing her cute breasts into her gently rubbing hands. I could feel a warmth growing a few inches lower than where the Scotch had landed. I brought my hands up to my breasts. My nipples were already hard as I slid the silk across them; my breasts hungered for the contact.

Linda released her right breast and slid her hand into her white cotton panties. I watched her fingers sliding under her panties. Though she was facing the window, I didn’t think she could see me in the dark. I continued rubbing my breasts as I watched her finger her pussy. I knew my own cunt was getting pretty wet. I didn’t know why I kept looking. I didn’t know why the sight was exciting me. It didn’t seem to matter at the time. I needed to feel something other than empty.

When Linda reached down to slip off her panties, I was startled by her dense, black bush, She obviously trimmed it to wear a bikini but the pubic hair was much denser than my red ones. She started sliding a finger along her slit and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I shifted position and kneeled on Kaitlin’s bed, facing the window so I could watch Linda masturbate. I pulled the nightgown up over my butt and reached down between my legs. My wet slit welcomed the sliding finger as inhaled deeply. Linda’s entire hand was now involved in playing with her pussy; her left hand was tweaking her right nipple. Her knees were up and her legs were spread wide to give her right hand more room to play. I began rubbing my right hand along my pussy as I braced my self on the bed with the left. My fingers felt so good sliding along my lips, grazing my swollen clit on the way by, sending little surges of electricity through my body.

Linda’s left hand had now come down to help the right. She was using the left to rub around her clit as her right was rubbing around her pretty cunt, spreading the lips, revealing the inner depths that I knew she was about to invade. I slipped two fingers into my pussy at almost the exact same moment Linda’s fingers slid into hers. I had the bottom of my palm pressed against my clit as I slid deep into my greedy cunt. Linda’s left fingers were sliding around her clit as the fingers on her right hand pumped in her pussy. She was bucking her hips, her mouth wide open as her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow. I was moaning, my ragged breath coming out in gasps, my heart pounding hard. Waves of pleasure were spreading throughout my body from the fiery center where my fingers were now frantic in their rush toward orgasm. Linda was thrashing on the bed, her fingers a blur in her black haired pussy. I watched her young, naked body clutch and quiver as her orgasm washed over; it rocked her body as if she was being electrocuted. I wanted to hold my own cum off a moment longer to watch her lovely nudity twitching but it came upon me in a rush, overpowering me and driving me down flat on to the bed. I laid there on my belly, my hand wedged between my legs and my naked ass pointed at the ceiling, sucking in much needed air. My body was trembling. I hadn’t cum that hard in awhile.

When I finally rearranged my nightgown and looked out the window, Linda’s bedroom light was out. Looking around Kaitlin’s empty room, I actually grinned. Maybe it was time for this old redhead to try dating again.

I had to crouch a bit in the main cave to avoid bumping my head. Though I could still see the mouth of the cave, the back portions were dark. Without a light, I had to crawl on my hands and knees and feel along the wall to find the opening to the small cave. I finally located the opening and crawled in. I sat comfortably in the dark remembering the cool times Richie and I had here. This is where he’d taught me how to masturbate and described watching his sister and cousin naked while we did it.

Alone in the dark, I stripped off my jeans and laid down on them. My cock was already half hard. I was thinking of Jeannie’s naked body and becoming harder when I first heard the voices. I froze for a moment and then turned to look out the opening into the main cave. A boy and a girl were in the cave. I couldn’t make out what they were saying. They’d moved a bit back from the cave mouth but were still a bit in the light. With my head in the dark passageway, I knew they couldn’t see me. She had wavy red hair and running her hands through it. As Richie would say, “she had a rack to die for” on a short but pretty body. The guy was kind of tall and skinny. His small backpack made him look like he had a hump.

“You didn’t tell me there were going to be so many damn bushes.”

“That’s what makes it cool” the guy replied as he opened the pack. He pulled out a blanket and spread it out on the cave floor. “Our own little love cave!”

The girl giggled and pulled her tee shirt over her head. Underneath was a small green bikini top; it looked like it was just barely holding her big breasts. When she dropped her jeans, I felt my cock begin to harden again. She was wearing a green thong. Her butt cheeks seemed to glow in the dim light. She crawled on top of the guy and pulled off his shirt. When she bent down to kiss him I thought her tits were going to fall out of her tiny bra.

She was moaning lightly and rubbing her thong on his jeans clad crotch. He undid her bra and freed up her big round tits, they swayed side to side with her grinding motions. The guy grabbed one in each hand and began rubbing them causing the girl to break the kiss and sit up with her hands dug into her hair, still grinding her crotch into his. I began paying a bit more attention to my own crotch.

She slid down and unbuckled his jeans, pulling them down to his feet and then straight off. He was now spread on the blanket with his long thin cock pointed toward the ceiling. She crawled back up his legs, her tits dangling and rubbing up against him. Her hand went around his dick and she began to slowly stroke it. I was stroking mine, imagining her hand. When she started sucking on it, that took a bit more imagination but it was certainly helped by watching her butt rock up and down in time with her head. The guy reached down and sunk his hands in her hair. He was groaning a bit. She released his wet dick, reached over him for his backpack and found a condom. I watched her slide it gently onto his hard cock. With one hand, she pulled off the thong. She squatted over him, her pussy just a few inches above the guy’s rubberized prick, she hung there, teasing him a moment. He arched his back a bit. She grabbed his dick and slid it inside her. They both groaned with pleasure.

His hands were on her nice round butt as she slowly rode his cock. She was kneading her big breasts and had begun moaning. They when on like this for a few minutes, their naked bodies rocking together to her hypnotic fucking beat, a beat that was becoming a bit more insistent. She threw back her head. The sound of her heavy breathing carried all they way to the back of the cave. The guy’s fingers dug deeper into her ass cheeks. She released her breasts and moved down to kiss him. Her hips were pumping faster. He was matching her stroke for stroke. I could hear their naked flesh slapping together over her now heavy moaning. He was hanging on to her ass for dear life as she thrashed on top of him, completely out of control with lust, pounding his body with her passion. It sounded like she growled when she arched her back, driving his cock deep into her hungry pussy, milking it as she came loud and hard. He arched up toward her. For a few moments his ass was off the blanket as he strained to go even deeper inside her to shoot his load. I held my breath as I shot my load onto the cave floor. It rushed out of me in a hot flood. I bit my lip to keep from gasping even though they probably couldn’t hear me over their own gasps and groans.

They lay on the blanket, slowly rubbing each other’s nudity for several minutes. I flinched when he threw his soggy condom toward the back of the cave, even though it didn’t come close. It wasn’t too long before they started getting dressed. I waited a few more minutes before pulling on my jeans. I couldn’t wait to get home and write Richie a letter. The guy was going to cream his pants when he read this one!

She retrieved her mail, turned, and smiled.

Ed smiled back. “Good evening.”

He walked to the elevator and held the door. “Going up?”

“Why thank you.” She had a faint but distinct southern accent. “You’re such a gentleman.”

Ed grinned, “You’re too kind,” he replied. Too kind, he thought because in ten minutes when you unzip that tight uniform, peel off those thick, tight stockings and unfasten that heavy underwear, I’m going to be watching you. I’m going to be watching as you follow your daily ritual of walking around the apartment naked for five minutes before you turn on the TV in your bedroom and lie naked in the bed. By the time you start playing with yourself, Ed thought, I’ll be watching and stroking the salami. His imagination had his cockhead damp and straining against his jeans before the door even closed.

In the close quarters of the elevator, Ed’s inhaled her fragrance again. This evening was going to be great, he thought, maybe even a two-fer. Seeing her, being close to her has me in the mood already.

Suddenly she turned and looked at him. “I’m sorry to be so bold,” she said flashing a bashful smile, “but do I know you from somewhere? You seem familiar, but I can’t place your face.”

“5A?”

“Excuse me?”

“I live in apartment 5A. I think that your apartment may be across the courtyard from mine.”

“Why, so it is. Perhaps that’s it.”

The elevator stopped.

“Have a wonderful evening,” she said as she exited the elevator.

“You too,” he called after her.

Ed raced to his apartment, as much as his hard on would let him. He went inside, locked the door and quickly changed into his gym shorts and tee shirt. In the living room of his apartment, he had an excellent view of 5F’s window.

He quickly set up a small telescope on a tripod to get a better view. He watched, stared, and practically drooled as she took off her clothes. She stood close to the window and slowly unzipped her uniform, making him think she knew he was watching. She zipped it half way down so that her overflowing bosom was clearly visible. She placed both hands on the windowsill and leaned over giving Ed a perfect view. With the telescope, he could see the very tips of her aureole peaking over the edge of her cups.

Ed dropped his shorts, stepped out of them, and began slowly but firmly stroking his cock. Oh, he thought, is she ever gorgeous. He continued to watch through her bedroom window as she finally took off her uniform. Standing in her one-piece body shaper and white stockings, she peeled the stockings off slowly and surely.

Ed was rock hard now. As he stroked his cock, he let the crook of his index finger go right around the very tip of his cock and back, making him shudder a little every time. She slipped the straps of her body briefer off her shoulders and pulled down the front freeing her large, pear-shaped breasts. He was ready to cum. He felt the shift in his balls, the building of cum in the base of his cock. Hot, thick ejaculate rose inside his cock. Now his strokes were firm and quick. He stared slack-jawed as she stripped naked and stretched in full view of the window. Her heavy breasts swung against her midriff; her thick, curly red pubes were like a target in the center of her hips.

The sight of 5A stretching nude in all her glory was too much for him to hold back. He stroked faster until he started to cum. Ed came hard, cum dropped on the floor and dribbled on his knuckles and between his fingers. He didn’t care. Most times he stopped when he came, but Ed continued milking his dick from base to tip until there was no cum left. He was still semi-hard, and still very horny; 5A hadn’t even gotten to the best part yet.

Ed refocused his telescope on her bed where she now lay. He slowly and gently stroked his cock as he watched her reach into the nightstand. He knew what was coming, and the anticipation made him hard again.

5F got on her hands and knees on her bed. She lowered her shoulders, thrusting her ass in the air. Today, Ed had an even better view of her wide round butt. He watched, getting harder, as she reached between her legs and fingered her pussy. She parted her thick pussy lips and dipped her finger in. She wiggled her big ass working her finger deeper into her pussy, and then pulled it out. From his angle, he couldn’t see that she was playing with her clit, but the rocking motion of her hips gave it away.

With the telescope, Ed zoomed in on her ass. From front to back her crack was overgrown with curly orange hair. He stroked slowly and firmly; his breathing quickened.

5F stopped; it was show time. She drizzled thick, clear lube on a life-like silicon dildo like putting hot fudge on a sundae. The unit she favored was over a foot long and tinted blue. She swirled her finger around the fat head of the dildo, spreading the lube evenly. With lube on her fingers, she rubbed her pussy. The blue monster in hand, she rubbed the head against her pussy lips three or four times before it disappeared into her cunt.

Ed was harder than selling ice to Eskimos. He stroked and gawked and stroked as she eased the dildo inch by inch into now sopping wet pussy. He watched her pump her dildo and hips in rhythm to get a good fuck going. Ed fantasized about being behind her and not that dong. Oh how he would be gentle with her. The feel of her wet pubic hair rubbing against his, the full contact of her fleshy ass against his thighs and groin would be enough to almost make him cum. She rocked her hips up and down. She plunged down until the blue monster impaled her cunt and her ass almost rested on her heels. Ed imagined how hard her nipples must be from hanging low and rubbing against the bedspread.

5F’s expansive flesh rippled with the excitement of impending orgasm. The bed bounced under her as she pumped harder and faster. Every excess ounce of flesh jiggled and wiggled. She suddenly stopped. Holding the blue monster in her pussy she rolled on her back to finish the job.

Ed sat and looked through his telescope. The view was spectacular! Her thighs were spread wide; her knees were up in the air; her heels almost touched her ass. The blue monster handle stood at attention as it stuck out of her crotch. She pushed her fingers into her dense orange bush and massaged her clit. With her other hand she slid the blue monster in and out of her pussy. Ed’s close up view showed the liquefied lube mixed with her natural juices running down her ass crack.

She pumped the blue monster faster and kept rubbing her bush. With both hands in her crotch, her arms forced her large, loose tits together, making them appear even bigger. Ed watched as she tossed her head back and forth. He stroked his cock faster, sensing her impending orgasm. For a second time he felt his balls constrict and hot cum rise in his prick.

5F slowed her pace with which she fucked the blue monster and quickened her clitoral rub. Her body shuttered then quivered. She put her feet flat on the bed, the monster still hanging out of her pussy.

The sight of her laying quietly on the bed, spent, dildo half inside her, pushed Ed over the edge. Sticky cum spewed from his cock as he felt the sweet release of orgasm rush through his body.

Ed couldn’t wait until tomorrow. Tomorrow would be Saturday, and 5F would be good for at least two shows.

Face it Tom, you just gotta love your name! A little payback for introducing me to that new girl, Linda last year. Charming move, my boy. I remember it well, I’m reaching out my hand and my very best bud, Sir Thom-Ass speaketh so,

“Linda, you’ve undoubtedly heard of Little John of Robin Hood fame. I’d like to introduce you to Little Dick.”

Would have been a smooth move, if you hadn’t started laughing so hard that snot starting run out of your nose. Man, I just never forget that look of disgust on her face as she walked. Of course, I’ll also never forget that cute butt in the tight jeans strutting away from us. An ass to die for, I tell you.

Here I am in hot and humid North Carolina. I won’t be going to college until next year. Planning to apply to State, UNC and East Carolina. It’s cheaper if you’re a resident and I guess that takes a year.

Can’t believe you got to watch a couple screwing in the old cave. Shit, I remember we’d sometimes find used rubbers, but, man, to actually stumble across one being used. You’re a lucky son of a bitch, that’s all I can say. Sounds like the girl was hot! Man, I wish I’d been there to catch that action.

I did manage to luck out a bit on this side of the world.

Jeannie’s room in this house is several doors down. Man, I miss my old door. The good old days of spying on my sister are over. A glorious era hath come to an end, Sir Thom-Ass, but grieve thee not. A new era hath been born on the roof of my present domicile.

The air was sweet and warm. I escaped out my bedroom window and climbed a little up on the roof. I noticed a second floor light was on in the house next door so I crawled over to get a better look. The houses are kind of close together out here. I had a good view of a bureau, a closet door with a full-length mirror and the edge of a bed. I would have liked to see the whole bed and skip the bureau and closet, but I wasn’t in charge of designing the room, sad but true.

I was still pissing and moaning to myself about the arrangement of the room when a woman walked up to the mirror. She was wearing a pink bra and panties set. Despite being in probably her late twenties, she had a fine body. Full hips, a ripe round butt poked against the bottom of her panties. I could see her shapely back and butt direct. Her face, nice rack, tight tummy were visible in the mirror. The best part was the prominent mound pushing up against her panties. When I first noticed it, I wasn’t sure whether she just had a hairy bush or a real push out mound. I soon found out it wasn’t a hairy bush.

She stood staring at her reflection for a moment and then cupped her breasts in each hand and lifted them up a bit. She turned to the side and grinned at her reflection. When she reached around to unhook her bra I could feel my crotch begin to tingle. I tell you, Tom, she dropped that bra to the floor, those boobies hanging there all pretty with pink circles round her nips, it was a sight to behold. She cupped her right one, lifted it up, looking it over and fondling it. Then she went and ran her thumb over the nipple, that was hot. When she lifted up the titty and licked the nip with her tongue, my nuts started roasting. She grabbed both her fine boobs and was rubbing them around, standing there staring at the mirror. She’s spread her sexy legs, I was watching panty clad butt spread when she leaned forward toward the mirror, still holding and rubbing her big tits.

I can’t even put into words how much I wanted to be stroking my cock! It was just my bad luck that the roof at our new place just wasn’t designed for comfort. It’s so steep that I was leaned back with my feet dug in. Sir Richard The Great was banging up against my shorts looking like a tent pole but I knew if I started giving him the attention he wanted, even needed, I’d lose my grip and fall off the roof. Man, that’d be a great little time in the hospital, showing up with a broken hard-on and trying to explain that star gazing makes me horny!

She tested my resolve to it’s fullest when she stepped out of her panties. Her glorious round, sexy butt was revealed. The reflection showed that she shaved her pussy. I tell you, that woman had the biggest mound I’ve ever seen. It just stuck out there like it was proud to see the world. She had fat pussy lips around her sweet slit. I didn’t get to see it too well or too long because her right hand got in the way. She was staring into the mirror, stroking away at that fine cunt. Sir Richard was throbbing. She slid her fingers along her slit for a few minutes, her mouth a little bit open, her butt shaking and rocking with her hand. It was incredible and got even better when she cupped her great mound and slipped her two middle fingers inside her cunt. She leaned forward toward the mirror making her rotating butt stick out even more in my direction. It was now so close that I could she her puckered little asshole. Her legs were spread wide. I could see her fingers between her legs pumping in and out of her pussy real fast. She was bent over so much all I could see in the mirror was her hair and her tits but the view from behind was fine, thank you very much. Then as she was rocking and shaking really fast, her legs trembling, she did something that completely knocked me out. She reached behind her with her left hand and pressed a finger up against her asshole. No lie, she didn’t put in but just pressed it there, making little fucking motions as she pounded away at her pussy. When I saw her ass muscles clench and her fingers dive deep into her cunt as she squeezed them hard, I knew she was cumming. She rocked forward a few times and then slid to her knees.

I figured I’d better make my get-away before she recovered from her big O. I carefully moved down the roof and climbed back into my bedroom. Goes without saying I had a very important appointment with Sir Richard that didn’t last too long. Man, I was so worked up; I shot my load after just a few strokes.

I’ve been up on the roof a few more times and just seen her changing once. I keep hoping that I’m going to get to see another mirror session or, better yet, she’ll rearrange the room so I can see the bed. Must have hope, old buddy, that’s what keeps us alive. Hang in there.

Sincerely, Your Noble Friend In Exile,

Richie

Amy walked down the driveway that ran alongside the house, hoping that Renee was in the back yard. She envisioned Renee eating dinner or reading a book, oblivious to everything around her. She looked over the fence. Ten feet away saw Renee standing in front of the bench seat, her skirt bunched up around her waist and bare ass showing. Amy decided against saying hi. Then she saw the hairy knees showing between Renee’s smooth legs.

“Oh Baby,” Ann heard Renee say.

Amy ducked back so that she was hidden by a tall evergreen. Peeking over the fence, she watched. The hairy knees slid forward, and hairy man’s hands cupped Renee’s ass cheeks. Her friend pushed her hips forward and tossed her head back; Amy knew she was getting licked.

Mesmerized, Amy felt her own pussy heat up as she watched. Renee grunted and moaned. She saw the man’s hands kneading her friend’s ass flesh, his fingers exploring the ravine between her cheeks.

“Oh, Baby, yeah,” Renee said.

Amy watched the man’s cock blossom; it went from semi-hard to fully erect and then became completely engorged. She swallowed hard. Oh to have a man that got hard while licking my pussy, she thought. She stared as her friend rotated her ass as the man licked her.

Amy couldn’t bear it any longer. She quietly moved to a space between the house and the evergreen. As Renee received her delicious tongue lashing, Amy pulled up the front of her own skirt and pushed aside her panties. She put her middle finger deep into her crotch slowly brought it forward. Her finger gently parted her pussy lips dipped into her honey-pot. A sigh of satisfaction escaped her lips. She imagined it was her getting licked or standing beside Renee, and the finger inside her was not her own, but the man’s. She twirled her finger in her cunt as she slid it in out a few times. Amy inhaled sharply. Oh that feels good, she thought. She pulled sopping wet finger out and quickly began massaging her swollen clit.

Amy watched as the man’s hand went to Renee’s crotch. His mouth appeared to be attached to her clit, but now he had his fingers working her snatch as well. Amy let herself imagine what Renee must be feeling. A hot masculine tongue on her clit and his fingers fucking her pussy, she must be on the edge. Amy could barely take it anymore. Momentarily, she stopped her manipulation. With both hands she reached under her skirt, hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, and stripped them off, letting them fall around her ankles.

Amy knew that she wouldn’t be able to explain the panties around the ankles if she were caught. She knew too that the likelihood of her getting away if spotted was almost none if she left her panties around her ankles. Peeping over Renee’s fence watching her have sex, while she stood half hidden in the dusk masturbating without the real possibility of being able to get away made it more exciting.

Her pussy completely open to the breeze, Amy went at it with both hands. With one hand, she fucked her pussy with the other she massaged and teased her own clit. She drifted back and forth between building up her own orgasm and getting distracted by Renee and her man.

Amy stared as Renee grabbed her skirt and pulled it over head so that she was completely naked below the waist except for her sandals. Amy gulped as Renee rotated her hips in the hands and at the mouth of the man. She then slowly unbuttoned her blouse. To Amy’s surprise, when Renee removed the blouse completely, she had nothing on. Amy noticed her breath quickening and felt the pressure of a serious orgasm on the rise.

No longer having to hold her skirt, Renee looked down at the man and put her hands in front of her. Amy could only imagine that she was running her fingers through his hair, caressing his scalp with her fingernails, and whispering hot sexy words of encouragement as he brought her to a momentary Nirvana.

“Oh, YEAH,” Amy heard Renee exclaim. Renee was jiggling and shaking like Jell-O on a roller-coaster. Renee’s sharp inhalations and heavy breathing clearly audible. Amy wasn’t quite on the pace that Renee was, but then she didn’t have the advantage of a tongue on her clit.

With six short grunts, Renee came and gently pulled the man’s face from her quim. Amy froze, hoping that she’d only witnessed the previews and not the whole show. She was pretty close to cumming herself, but could use a few more minutes of this excellent live porn show. Her fears were allayed quickly when she watched Renee bend over and put her face to his crotch. Amy could only imagine what it looked like, Renee sucking off the man who just ate her out. All Amy could see was Renee’s firm ass and her damp pussy poking out.

As quickly as she went down on him, Renee stood, spread her legs wider than his knees and walked up his body. She grabbed his thick cock, gave it three firm strokes for good measure and guided him inside her. Slowly she began rocking her hips back and forth on his cock. Renee arched her back thrusting her breasts toward his face, her head rolled across her shoulders and she chanted, “mmmm, mmmm, mmmm,” as if it were a magic orgasm inducing incantation.

Amy was on the brink. Pussy juice was running down her hand and slobbering on her inner thighs. A slight evening breeze blew up her skirt, as if a gentle lover had kissed her ass. She was rocking back and forth on her own finger and twiddling her clit with her other hand. The pressure, the heat built like a grease fire in her groin.

For the first time, she heard the man groan as Renee rode him. Then there was a masculine gurgle in his throat and a heavy grunting. Amy could tell by his lack of movement that he was cumming.

That pushed her over the edge. Amy gasped and shuddered with a knee quaking, thigh trembling orgasm that was so intense she had to grab the fence post to steady herself. Neither Renee nor the man appeared to hear her. She quietly stepped out of her panties, wiped her crotch and hand, and stuck them in her pocketbook for the walk home.

There were no old men in the club car and the only card game was being played by a long legged, slim blonde in her very early twenties. She was sitting at a table playing Solitaire. I’m kind of on the short, stubby side. I’ve never considered myself to be in the same sexual league as young, tall blondes with sexy slim figures. I’m not even sure we’re playing the same sport. That night, though, I had enough romantic spirit and just enough spirits to strike up a conversation. She was friendly. I learned that her name was Denise. Her boyfriend was an intern in Jackson, MS and she was headed to see him. I wasn’t surprised to find she had a boyfriend, nor, even that he was a doctor. I was a bit surprised that a young woman on such a tight schedule was riding the train, rather than flying. She told me she loved the rhythm of the rails, it relaxed her. The hurry, scurry scary pace of airline travel just made her tense. Without giving me the details, she told me that, for this meeting, she needed to be relaxed when she got there. I nodded sympathetically but didn’t press her. We had a few drinks and a few laughs. It was about midnight when we wandered back to our seats.

There were a few more than “fifteen restless riders” on the train but the coach car we were in was sparsely populated. Denise moved her stuff a few rows back to the seat across the aisle from mine and we talked in whispers a little while longer before pulling out our blankets. Neither of us had sprung the extra money for a sleeping car. I’m short enough to be able to sleep in most spaces and actually managed to lie down across the two seats, my head toward the window, a bit curled up but moderately comfy. Denise was taller than me by about a half a foot; most of her extra height was in her long, shapely legs. She reclined her seat all the way back. I closed my eyes. The rhythm of the rails gently rocked my body. It had been a good night. Little did I know what or who was yet to come.

I was nearly asleep when I heard the conductor announce our arrival in Carbondale. With eyes closed, I listened to the people near us depart. Denise and I now had the whole back of the coach car to ourselves. I peeked over and she appeared to be sleeping. Her long blonde hair and slim frame under the pink blanket made a pretty sight in the dim light. As the train pulled out of Carbondale, I settled in to sleep. Or, that’s what I thought I was going to do.

I heard Denise shuffling about in the seat across the aisle. I figured she was probably having a bit of trouble getting comfortable. Opening one eye, it became apparent that, under the blanket, she was removing her jeans. My imagination pictured her long, slender legs naked all the way to her panties. Then, it imagined her panties and the mound of her pussy outlined on the fabric. My cock rose with the thought. I was almost lost in horny dreams when I heard a little more motion across the aisle. My first reaction was sympathy for her difficulty getting comfortable, even with her jeans off. When I again opened one eye to take a peek, my second reaction was pleasant astonishment.

Laid back in the reclined seat, she had spread her legs. Her right hand was under the blanket and between her legs. I couldn’t tell whether the hand was in or over her panties but she was definitely slowly rubbing it up and down along her cunt. Her eyes were closed. Slowly my hand moved over to free my erection. Under the blanket, I held it in my hand and slowly ran my fingers along the shaft while I watched Denise stroke her pussy. We went on like this for several minutes in the darkened car, her on her back with eyes closed, me on my side with one eye open, both lightly stroking, both ever so slowly increasing our pace.

When she raised her knees, I lost track of her hand but not her rhythm. Her hips had begun to rock with the hand motions. She was making small pelvic thrusts against her hand. Her lips had parted and I could hear her making soft moaning sounds in the back of her throat. Her hips were rocking in time with the clacking of the train on the track. The train was moving pretty fast on this stretch. I began pumping my cock to the same speedy, steady beat. It was like being in tune with the universe. Denise’s young cunt, the speeding train and my hard cock were all in synch. I knew I couldn’t maintain this pace very long. My heart was pounding, my groin was tense with the building orgasm and it was becoming more difficult to restrain my heavy breathing. I could hear Denise’s breath coming out in ragged gasps. Her legs were spread wide apart. I could again see the lump of her hand. It looked like she had several fingers inside her pussy and was pumping them to the insistent rhythm of the rails. Then, I swear, the train picked up speed.

The legendary “City of New Orleans” was rushing toward Kentucky. Denise was rushing toward orgasm and I was along for both of the rides. Her hips were thrusting to the quicker beat of the steel wheels, her pumping fingers had also picked up the intensifying rhythm. Her head was thrown back and was shaking a little side-to-side as the rest of her slender body was wrapped around her pounding fingers. I saw her mouth open wide as the orgasm began to pour over her. I came in hard spurts watching her body thrash under her pink blanket, twitching several times before coming to a sprawled out, panting rest. Still pretending to sleep, I rolled over in the seat to relocate my body in relation to my blanket’s new wet spot.

As I began to drift off to sleep I could hear Denise singing softly under her breath.

“Good night, America. How are you?”

I grinned at the sound. I was doing quite fine, thank you very much.

She looked good. Dave hadn’t seen anything but lovely locks and manicured hands. Still, she looked like she knew how to give a blowjob, and she looked like she enjoyed it. As she sucked her guy’s schlong, she began to strip. Her mouth still in place, she unbuttoned her blouse and slowly stripped it off.

“Oh Baby, yeah. You look so good, you feel so good. Keep going,” the guy said.

She slipped out of the blouse and rubbed her breasts against his thigh.

“Oh Baby, your titties are so nice.” He reached forward and cupped a boob in one hand, fondling it.

She sucked and played with him, running her fingernails over his balls and the shaft of his cock while she worked the head with her tongue. Then she would dive deep; his dick would almost disappear into her mouth as she grabbed both balls in one hand and gently squeezed.

Dave couldn’t take anymore; he slid the driver’s seat back and reclined two notches. A boring Saturday, blocked in the van and a little porn show going on outside his window, he figured what the hell. He unbuckled his jeans, picked his ass off the seat, and slid them down to his ankles. He wriggled into a better viewing position and slowly massaged his own cock as he watched.

The girl put her mouth over the head of his cock; propped herself up on one arm, and with the other undid her shorts. The guy, taking his queue, slipped the shorts down to her ankles where she just stepped out of them. Her narrow waist and shiny black thong framed her bubble butt, making it look She quickly got back to a full contact blowjob, as the guy began rubbing her huge, almost naked ass.

Dave’s cock sprung to full attention when he saw the lush, round butt squirming beneath the caresses of the guy’s hand. The more he stroked her, the more she pushed her ass toward his hand. He watched as the guy’s hand slipped beneath the lycra thong. At first it was a finger here and there, just rubbing the top of her ass crack. As she pushed her ass against his hand. He slipped his fingers deep under the thong with one hand and then with both hands began to strip it off. He slid the sides over her wide, round hips. She kept sucking him has she wiggled her thighs out of the thong and let it slide down to he feet. With the skimpy cloth tucked in her toes, she bent her knees up to her ass and let the guy pluck the skimpy thong from between her toes and hang it on the rearview mirror.

Dave began stroking full bore; his cock was rock hard, he could feel the veins popping as he stroked.

An SUV pulled up beside the minivan on the passenger’s side. Dave slowed his stroke and looked over. In the driver’s seat, looking into his van was an attractive middle-aged woman. She looked, and then looked again. Dave’s heart pounded. He was done for. He figured that she would get his plate number, turn him in to security or the police, and it would be the most humiliating experience of his life.

Instead, the woman did something completely unexpected. She stretched out her middle finger and slowly stuck it in her mouth. She made exaggerated sucking motions before she slowly pushed her finger below the doorsill. He watched the pumping movement of her shoulder; he imagined her wet finger sliding aside some silky briefs and diving into the depths of her hot, wet cunt. It made him all the more hard knowing that she was watching him jerk off and was playing with herself. He lifted his hips slightly so that she could get a better look while she masturbated. He slowed his stroking and tightened his grip; his cock head turned a dark purple. Dave knew he was getting ready to spew.

Looking down into the Honda, he could see the guy stiffen as the girl sucked the sperm from the back of his balls. The guy wailed; his hips bucked and he slapped girl’s ass, something she obviously enjoyed.

Knowing he’d get nothing like that, Dave turned his attention to his peer, the older brunette in the SUV. She looked him straight in the eye and sucked the breath right out of him. He couldn’t believe his luck; he couldn’t believe how bold she was. He looked directly into her eyes and felt the electricity that bursts through the body when two strangers lock eyes. This time he practically dared her to look away; this time she didn’t.

He saw nothing of her movements, but stayed locked with her gazed. He head leaning against the headrest rolled back and forth. Her dark red lips parted. As she breathed harder and harder, he got harder and harder. Still, Dave kept his eyes fixed on hers. He felt like he knew what she wanted and what she felt. He was wet; the head of his cock and the palm of his hand were sticky with pre-cum. He tightened his grip and felt the bulging veins in his cock ripple beneath his hand as he stroked. When she looked away from his eyes, it was only to watch him masturbate.

As he heard a moan from the woman, he saw her shoulders shiver. A blob of cum flew from the end of his cock and plopped onto the steering wheel. A quick glance to the SUV and the woman was still staring, watching, waiting for him to cum. Dave had this momentary fantasy that she would climb out of the truck and into his van and suck his balls right through his dick, like the girl had done to the guy in the Honda. He stroked faster, he felt the hot load push from the base of his cock and cum jumped from his dick onto the plastic carpet mats. Dave looked over at the woman.

She flashed a quick smile, dropped the SUV into gear and drove off.

With my muscles all ripped and twisted, sex wasn’t so easy. It was freaking impossible. We gave it a try. The damn pain just kept getting in the way. Nothing like a good sharp blast of pain to chase a hard-on away. Frustrating as hell, for both of us. I mean, my wife is a babe, guys get hard just watching her walk down the street and here I am, with all that beautiful blonde nakedness in front of me, and my dick keeps going limp. Unfair, that’s what it was, real unfair. The sadass wino that burnt down that freaking building was probably getting more pussy than me!

So, anyway, I was sleeping on the pullout, at least I was trying to sleep on the pullout. Some nights the pain meds would just knock my ass right out but, then I’d roll over or something and the pain would come knocking. I didn’t have to answer the door. It’d just bust the damn thing down. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, feeling a bit sorry for myself when I heard a moan coming from our bedroom.

At first I figured the wife must have been having a nightmare. Since my accident, she said she’d been having some bad ones. I hobbled down the hallway, figuring I might comfort her some and then stopped dead in my tracks. I’d heard her moan and breath heavy like that before, usually when I was breathing heavy right along with her. I slowly approached the doorway and peeked in.

The room was dark but there was enough light coming through the window to make out her sexy body sprawled on the bed. One hand was between her legs; the other was cupping a milky white breast. Her eyes were closed. She was so wrapped up in what she was doing; she probably didn’t even hear me coming down the hall. Just looking at her gorgeous naked body stretched out on the bed was enough to make my briefs a lot tighter. Seeing her rubbing that beautiful, gold fringed pussy and hearing her soft moans of pleasure was getting my dick so hard I was expecting the things to rip right off my body. I could feel enough twinges of pain to know that I couldn’t join her on the bed. Besides, I’d never watched her masturbate before; I never knew what a turn on it was. She was sliding her fingers along her slit. She must have been really wet, there were little slurping sounds coming from her pussy. I slid my briefs down a bit and grabbed my cock.

Maybe it was instinct; maybe I made a noise pulling down the briefs. She opened her eyes to see me standing there in a tee shirt, big erection in hand. She stopped playing with her pussy but kept her hand between her legs. She stared over at my hard cock and grinned.

“How long have you been standing there?” she asked

I grinned back, “Just a few minutes.”

“Like what you see, big boy?”

“Love it.”

“Want some?”

“Can’t. Not yet”

Her face scrunched up in a cute way. She then smiled over at me in the doorway. She swung around on the bed so that her legs and pussy were facing me. She raised her knees and spread her legs. Her blonde pussy hairs were damp, her cunt lips were puffy. She began running her hand along her slit again as she watched me. My hard-on hadn’t lost any off its stiffness, if anything; it probably gained some from this new view. I began stroking along with her, my body trembling with excitement.

She resumed her titty rub, her fingers slowly slid up and down her pink slit, gently flicking near her clit then moving down toward her cute butt. I heard the pace of breathing get deeper and watched the pace of her fingers increase. I began jerking my cock a bit faster. Her hips were slowly writhing. Lust was in her eyes. She moaned with pleasure as she slipped two slim fingers into her wet, warm pussy. I gripped my cock tighter imagining her delicious warmth. Her palm was up against her clit as she started fucking her fingers, all the while watching me jerk off to the rhythm of her plunging fingers, a rhythm that was becoming faster with every labored breath. Her ass was bouncing off the bed as she thrust her pussy toward me, her fingers becoming a blur, her breathing harsher, and her cries of pleasure louder. I braced myself against the doorframe as my strokes lengthened and quickened. My hips wanted to thrust toward her but I knew I couldn’t risk the pain. Cum was building in my balls; my pumping hand and the sound of our shared gasps and groans was pushing me over the edge. My wife’s sweet, sweaty pussy grasped her fingers as her creamy blonde body began to quiver and spasm in orgasm. I grabbed the elastic of my briefs and held the cotton out in front of my cock, the fabric rubbing my balls. Orgasmic thunder rumbled through my body as I shot wad upon wad into the briefs. Fire erupted in my back and shoulders but I didn’t give a damn about the pain. The pleasure was still washing over me as I stumbled forward on to the bed, gasping for air, groaning in ecstasy and hurt.

Though she was still breathing heavy, the wife came to my side. Her eyes now filled with concern.

“Frank, you OK?”

Blinking back tears as the pain slowed down to a dull roar, I tried to smile.

“Despite your attempt to kill me, I think I’ll live.”

“Damn good thing!” she laughed, “I’d hate having to explain your cummy underwear to the police. Thanks for trying to save the carpet. Maybe next time we’ll try this lying down and with some tissues handy.”

I was grinning like the cat that caught the canary. The next few months might not be so boring after all. Amazing what a single spark can do.