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Birdwatchers
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
BIRDWATCHERS
The first time she realized that she could see into his
apartment was when he had just stepped from the shower and was
toweling himself leisurely while looking through what was
probably a magazine. She could well imagine what kind of magazine
it was by the state of his penis. She felt a faint pang of guilt
as she continued to look across the dark space that separated
their houses, but continued to sit quietly in the dark as he cas-
ually stroked the length of his now full erection. He milked a
drop of liquid from it and brought it to the tip of his tongue.
She licked her own lips in sympathetic anticipation. The man
takes his pleasure fully where he finds it, she said to herself.
With a start, she realized that she, too, had been absently
touching herself, more fascinated than aroused by the sight of a
mature man playing with himself. She had never before actually
spied on a naked man and it gave her a strange feeling of power
to be able to so surreptitiously invade his privacy. He was far
from Adonis, but he was much more than adequate. As he sat on the
edge of the bed reading the magazine, he spread his legs and
slowly and methodically ran his hand up and down the length of
his cock. She watched as he wet his hand with saliva and
sinuously rubbed it into the head of his cock. Spreading her lips
with two fingers, she did the same to her clitoris and felt it
respond to the touch of her slippery fingers.
No, he was no Adonis, but she wanted him more than any other
man in the world at that moment. She watched his hands run from
the base of his balls to the head of his cock and back again. His
movements were slow and sure. She had always thought men jerked
off fast and hard, like George Pauley had showed her when they
were in the back of his Nova. She had been fascinated with the
sight of his bobbing penis and made him turn on the overhead
light to show it to her. She remembered, he had stopped suddenly,
shy and ashamed as if just realizing what he was doing in front
of her. She ended up finishing what he had started, her arm soon
tiring from the awkward strokes she administered. When he came,
large drops of come stained her sweater and she went home in
dread that her mother would see it and know what she had been
doing. George had been young and inexperienced as a lover, but
this man exhibited a sensuous technique that hinted at touch of a
master!
Abruptly, the man rose and disappeared from sight, and the
room went dark.
Later, she sat back in bed, reading a chapter from a paper-
back novel before sleep. As her fingers found the sensitive fold
of skin beside her clitoris, she closed her eyes and thought of
his hands moving along the length of his penis as she stared. As
her fingers moved feverishly, his hands became hers and a bit of
saliva on his fingertips became her lips; two fingers from her
other hand became his penis sliding into her wet vagina, feeling
the muscles squeeze them again and again as the feeling at the
base of her clitoris began to spread through her abdomen. As the
wave of her climax began, she put her drenched fingers in her
mouth and savored the musky taste of her juices, remembering
other nights when those fingers had been a penis and her clitoris
had been excited by the lips and tongue...
But all that was past history. The memories were sweet, to
be sure. But they were only memories and they were linked with
others that were not so sweet. It had been a long time since she
had let herself go free with anyone, and had not thought about it
very much. Seeing her anonymous neighbor tonight seemed to have
kindled a spark she had forgotten. It would be very nice, she
mused, to be able to make love to a complete stranger exactly the
way she wanted, for as long as she wanted, and with no obligat-
ions or remorse. Of such things were fairy tales written!
She reached to turn out the light and, for no special
reason, looked at her curtains to assure they were drawn. Of
course, they were. She always kept her bedroom curtains drawn.
Only middle-aged exhibitionists who got off masturbating for
hard-up old maids left their curtains open with the lights on,
she mused to herself. She looked at them again; a small powder
box on her windowsill had prevented them from closing all the way
and left a small Vee of light between them. It was almost too
small for her to see. There was no chance that anyone would have
been able to see in. For a moment, she wished that someone would
have....
She closed her eyes and settled into her pillow, the smell
of her vagina still clinging to her fingers. Her tongue snaked
out to lick them off one last time before sleep. It was one of
her most luscious secrets. She loved the taste of herself!
The hot shower and some unbidden memories had brought some
interesting sensations to his penis and his hands had innocently
nurtured them until the familiar sensations of orgasm began to
flash. Abruptly, he stopped and turned off the bedroom light. He
still had work to do and not much time for playing with himself.
Perhaps later he might indulge. He pushed the thoughts from his
mind and went back to his den to work. The story was coming
slowly - no great gushes of inspiration.
After a while, he stopped fighting it and went to the kit-
chen for a cup of tea before turning in. Under his robe, his
penis was still partially aroused - in fact, it had been most of
the night. It was an annoyance he sometimes had to live with. In
his darkened bedroom, he noticed for the first time that his
curtains were open. He shook his head and went to the window.
There was just too much on his mind lately. Before drawing them,
he looked out at the dark night. Across the way, he could see a
triangle of light where someone had not pulled their drapes
together all the way. He could see movement of some sort behind
them and smiled to himself. There was a difference between a
Peeping Tom and a voyeur of opportunity. He wasn't sure what it
was, and didn't care. His binoculars showed him that a very
sensuous lady was enjoying herself in the supposed privacy of her
bedchambers.
The opening was just large enough for him to see occasional
glimpses of her thigh and her hand busy at her vagina. For a
brief moment, she spread her legs wide and he saw that she had
both hands at work on herself. His robe was open by now and his
penis was raging for satisfaction. He gripped it tightly and felt
the head swell with blood and power as he looked at the soft
flesh of her labia, spread wide by her delicate fingers, faith-
fully caught by the lens of the binoculars. Then her legs closed
and the lovely view disappeared. But the movement became more and
more frantic and he knew she was coming.
The knowledge was too much and he stroked his penis faster
and faster, matching the rhythm of his unseen neighbor. As her
legs opened once more, he felt the fury of his own orgasm coming
on and staring through the glasses, let it erupt as his hand
stroked faster and faster, his balls bouncing between his legs.
As the thrusting of the woman's pelvis signaled that she was com-
ing, great globs of semen spurted from his penis and splashed on
his stomach and thighs. Still watching the beautiful vignette, he
caught a large globule on his fingers and rubbed it on his
tongue, wishing he was licking the exciting lips of the vagina he
had been watching.
The taste of his come was on his lips when he saw the broad
expanse of her behind as she rolled over to reach for the light.
She was not small, but had the full Valkyrie body he especially
loved. The tiny Vee winked out and the world was dark. He sat
back and inhaled deeply. For the first time in a very long time,
he felt both excited and satisfied. Just before he dropped off to
sleep, an idea occurred to him and he smiled to himself.
The first thing she did when she returned from work was to
open the package someone had left in front of her door. There was
no note and no label. Inside the package was a rather expensive
pair of binoculars. A tiny card said "From One Birdwatcher to
Another".
That was all.
The second thing she did was to look out her bedroom window.
She did not expect to see anything, of course, but visions of the
man stroking his penis had come to her throughout the day at the
most inopportune moments. The curtains were closed, as they had
been when she had gotten up that morning. She took off her
clothes and hung them up while waiting for a TV dinner to cook.
She had planned to go to a lecture that evening, but the speaker
had canceled at the last minute and her evening no consisted of
prime time television and the rest of the novel. She decided
against the television and turned on the FM radio. She greatly
preferred Progressive Jazz to situation comedy. The novel, on the
other hand, was getting mired down in itself - but it would have
to do. She did not feel like going out to get another one
tonight.
Passing through the bedroom once more, she glanced out the
window. Something had changed! His bedroom curtains were now
opened - halfway! She could see most of his bed and part of what
seemed to be a mirror on the wall. She wondered why she hadn't
seen it the night before. But that wasn't important. The impor-
tant thing was that he was not there. But on the bed, very clear-
ly, she could see a pair of binoculars like the ones she had just
received. Propped behind them was a piece of cardboard with a
message on it. She rushed back to the living room to get the bi-
noculars. The note said "Thank You".
Her face burned with embarrassment. Had he seen her watching
him? How could he? What were the binoculars for? What did the
message mean? Had he seen her playing with herself? He couldn't
possibly have, she told herself. And then remembered the tiny Vee
between the curtains.
Damn! She thought to herself. And angrily slammed the two
halves of the curtain together, this time making sure they closed
completely. She dressed quickly and dialed the phone.
"Sue, this is Connie. Are you busy tonight? I need to get
out for a couple of hours and I thought you might want a drink.
I'm buying," she said in a rush.
"How about your diet?" Suzy's voice chided. The two of them
had been fighting the scales together for almost two years.
"Screw the diet," she replied. "I'm too damned frustrated to
think about a diet tonight! I've got an oversexed birdwatcher to
deal with!"
"O-O-O!" Suzy squealed. "I'll be ready in ten minutes. You
should have told me it was about sleaze. You can pour out your
sick, dememted, disgusting, perverted soul to Aunt Suzy anytime
you want."
"I knew I could count on you!" Connie told her dryly.
She hung up the phone and finished dressing. Then, just as
she was about to leave, she changed her mind and opened the cur-
tains again. His windows had not changed. The binoculars remained
on the bed along with the sign. She got her own pair and put them
on her bed, along with a pair of crotchless panties someone had
once given her as a gag. With a magic marker she scrawled a mes-
sage on a piece of cardboard and set it behind them: FILM @ 11
"You did what?!?" Suzy exclaimed.
"I didn't do anything!" Connie told her. "I can't imagine
how he saw me watching him."
"What's he look like?"
"Okay, I guess."
"C'mon! Tall, short, fat, skinny? What's his dick like?"
"Like a dick. You see one, you've seen 'em all!" Connie
laughed.
"No way, Sweetie! How Long, how fat, circumcised, a lady-
pleaser or a pee-chute? Come on, girl. This is Aunt Suzie
talking. The same Aunt Suzie who watched you going down on Ray-
mond!"
Connie blushed.
"You weren't going to mention that again!" she complained.
"Is it as big as Raymond's?" Suzy persisted.
Connie thought a moment.
"I think it's a little bigger," she said.
"How about the rest of him?"
"Okay. He could lose a few pounds, but couldn't we all?"
"We all could. So let's leave it at that," Suzy said.
"Don't be so damned sensitive," Connie told her. "So we're a
few pounds to the good. Some men prefer that."
"You think your birdwatcher likes his women padded?" Suzy
asked. "There's one way to find out."
"I'm not sure I want to know."
"Bull!" Suzy exclaimed. "Tell me about 'Film at 11'."
"It was just an impulse. What do you think I'm going to do,
give him a damned show?"
"I have an idea."
"I just bet you do."
"I'm serious. Why don't we give him a double show?"
"What are you talking about?" Connie asked nervously. "Dykes
in Toyland? I don't swing that way."
"Nothing serious. Just fool around and drive him crazy a
little bit. Neither one of us is built that way, anyhow," Suzy
finished.
Connie sat silent for a long time with Suzy glancing at her
now and again. For almost as long as she'd know Suzy, she'd
suspected the woman was bisexual, but this was the first time
Suzy had ever come close to making any overt suggestions. She
looked across the table at the plump, full-breasted girl looking
back at her and her thoughts jumped back nearly twenty years to a
dark house and the delicious dread of hot, clumsy fingers and the
strange, exciting taste of Cathy.
Her fourteenth summer had been one of exploration and
wonder. The two of them had snuck into Cathy's father's den and
found the pictures. There were men and women doing things they
had only whispered about. And then there were the women, kissing
and fondling one another. Even now, Connie felt her cheeks burn
as she remembered their stolen times together and the times their
mothers had almost caught them. Although she and Cathy had done
everything that Lesbians do, she had never considered herself
one. Nor had Cathy. In the end, Cathy's parents had moved away
and the two had parted tearfully, promising to never tell anyone.
Connie never broke the promise.
They had started with one another's breasts, looking, touch-
ing and eventually kissing one another's nipples. Suzy, on the
other hand was tacitly suggesting something much more serious. Or
was she?
"I'm not queer," she said almost too low for Suzy to hear.
"After seeing you with Raymond, I can vouch for that!" Suzy
laughed.
"Please! It wasn't ... well, maybe it was, but you weren't
supposed to come walking into the damned room without at least
knocking!"
"Do you really think he saw you jerking off?" Suzy asked
suddenly.
"I wasn't..."
"Bullshit! Everybody does it. Do you think he saw you? With
the binoculars, I mean."
Connie nodded.
"I guess so. I made it worth my while, I guess."
"Damn! Let's do it!" Suzy urged. "You don't have to do any-
thing you don't want. We'll just pretend and give the pervert a
thrill!"
"He's probably about as much a pervert as you or me."
"Hell! The world cold be in some serious shit, if that's the
case! Come on, it's almost 10 o'clock. Showtime's 11!"
Suzy's grin was too wicked to ignore.
"I'll go along with the joke, but I'm telling you, I'm not
queer," she warned Suzy.
On the way out of the bar, she felt Suzy's hand pat her
behind when no one could see.
"What the Hell are you doing?" she demanded.
Suzy laughed.
"Nice ass for a white girl!"
The note had said 11, but the lights came on in the woman's
apartment at 10:30. He had turned his own lights off and sat in
the darkness of his bedroom, wearing only his robe. Behind him,
the radio played softly. He was prepared to be "stood up" but for
some reason felt something special was about to happen. Hell! He
didn't even know what the girl looked like, not even sure that
she lived alone.
He was not prepared, however, when the curtains suddenly
snapped shut. A moment later, however, they opened just as
quickly. He picked up the binoculars and his jaw dropped. There
were two of them! One was taller that the other, but both were
full-blown, full-bodied women with round, lush curves and smooth
bodies. The short one had huge breasts with dark, pronounced
nipples and a thick patch of auburn hair between her legs. The
tall one had nice breasts, too. But they were more proportioned
to the rest of her. Her pubic hair was a light red, like the hair
on her head. Her nipples were pink with small aureola. Both women
had attractive faces, although the tall one seemed nervous and
constantly glanced in his direction.
The best part, though, was her ass. It was as full and round
as his glimpse the night before had promised. Smooth and magnifi-
cently large, his cock began to stiffen at the sight of it.
They both knelt on the bed and turned to face him, bowing
low. The show was about to begin.
His penis stood painfully erect, but he refused to touch it,
not wanting to come prematurely. He had a show to watch!
"Is he there?" Suzy asked.
"I don't know. How am I going to tell?"
"Hell. Ask him! Write a sign and let him read it!"
Connie scribbled "Are You Ready?" and held up the cardboard.
Across the way, there was darkness. And then a small glimmer
of light showed.
"What the Hell is it?" Suzy asked.
Connie took the binoculars and whistled.
In the pale circle of a desk lamp, his penis stood proud and
hard.
"See for yourself!" she said handing the other woman the
binoculars.
"Great cock!" Suzy admired. "If we play this one right we
could get fucked properly!"
"I thought we were just going to tease him," Connie reminded
her.
"Okay," Suzy replied and reached for her. "I'll lead. Say
'no' whenever you want. I'll understand."
Without further warning, she leaned over and kissed Connie
passionately, moving her tongue against the other girl's lips,
her hands lightly running up and down the length of her body.
Connie cautiously put her hands on Suzy's waist and the ran them
up to cup the girl's huge breasts.
"Like them?" Suzy asked.
Connie nodded and then gasped as Suzy leaned down to kiss
her own pink nipples. Suzy went from one to the other, licking
and sucking the nipples, drawing them out to their full length.
Across the way, the light still showed the erect penis, but there
was a hand cupping the heavy balls hanging below it.
Suzy's hand had wandered down and was caressing the fullness
of Connie's ass. Connie was surprised to find that the other
woman knew of the secret sensitivity of it. Connie's ass was
large - like the rest of her - but she secretly knew it was one
of her more alluring features. Apparently Suzy agreed. Slowly,
Connie pushed her pelvis into the other girl's. Memories of Cathy
were swarming back - hot, musky memories.
She flinched as a hand found her vagina and then relaxed her
thighs to let her lips open to the insistence of Suzy's fingers.
"I hope he's getting his eyes full!" Suzy remarked.
Connie murmured deep in her throat.
"It's not too much for you, is it?" Suzy asked.
"No."
The one word spoke volumes.
Suzy's tongue ran a trace down to her navel and swirled
there a moment before proceeding further down. It stopped just
below the line of her pubic hair, and Connie fell back spreading
her legs and urging the soft head down to where her clitoris
throbbed. It had all come back now! Cathy's probing tongue and
the countless times and tastes. Suzy felt so, so good, and the
idea of the unknown man watching them with only his erect penis
showing excited her even more.
Connie spread her legs as wide as she could to let Suzy's
tongue probe up into her vagina. It was something she had not
done for decades, and Suzy was more expert at it than she or
Cathy had ever been. She gritted her teeth as she began to come
and felt Suzy's fingers tickling her ass as her tongue continue
to spear her vagina like a prehensile penis.
He stroked his penis slowly as he watched the short one bus-
ily devouring her partner. She was on her knees with her ass to-
ward the window so that he could see her open vagina and her
breasts hanging down beneath her. Her head blocked any view of
what she was doing, but the spasms of the taller girl's body told
their own story! If their aim was to torture him, they were
having their way!
He looked at the other girl's face. Her eyes were tightly
closed but her mouth opened full and pouting as if she was trying
to capture something as she came. She was saying something now,
and the other girl had stopped eating her and was crawling up to
kiss her. Then they both got up on their knees and bowed toward
him again. He could think of no better response than to wave his
penis toward them. He still had not come, but it was not far off.
Then the show continued.
Connie was feeling guilty. Suzy had just licked her to one
of the finest orgasms she had ever had and now was laying back
stroking her own clitoris, afraid to ask her to bring her off.
She rolled over and kissed Suzy firmly, letting her hand run down
the girl's body to caress the fleshy fold between her legs.
Suzy's vagina was a wonder in itself. It was strange, yet famil-
iar. It seemed to draw her fingers inside it and she felt the
slick abundance of juices flowing from the woman.
She slowly drew her soaking hand up to her face and inhaled
deeply. The musky odor of Suzy's vagina was almost too much as
her tongue snaked out to lick her fingers. Suzy groaned loudly
and spread her legs impossibly wide.
"Please!" she begged. "I'm sorry! I need it, too."
Connie kissed her gently and then slid down until her face
was firmly pressed against Suzy's labia. With loud slurping
sounds, she sucked and licked as much juice as she could from
deep inside Suzy, just as she had done with Cathy so many years
before. Then she took Suzy's clitoris between her lips and pulled
it gently, letting it almost slip away before sucking it back
again and again. Suzy squealed as her pelvis spasmed over and
over, her hands entwined in Connie's hair. Connie's own hands
reached up to massage Suzy's breasts. Cathy's had been the small,
hard breasts of a nubile teen-ager. These were full and
demanding. Before she was done, she knew she wanted to bury her
face between these beauties and smother them with kisses.
When Suzy stopped writhing, Connie slowly pulled herself up
to a sitting position.
"This is our secret," she told Suzy.
"Ours and his!" Suzy laughed.
"Damn!"
For the moment, Connie had forgotten about the subject of
the evening's entertainment.
"Want to invite him over?" Suzy asked.
"What?"
"Look."
In the window was another sign: LIKE COMPANY?
It's owner stood partially in the shadows. Connie peered
through the binoculars. Globs of semen clung to his stomach and
legs.
"The son-of-a-bitch jerked of and came all over himself!"
she exclaimed.
"That makes three of us! Tell him to come over. A solid cock
wouldn't dampen the party. Hell, at least he asked!"
"Okay," Connie warned, "You really want him, don't you?"
Suzy was silent for a moment.
"You've done it before with a girl," she said quietly.
Connie nodded.
"Well, you know then. It's...it's just better with a man
involved," Suzy tried to explain. "Hell, that's what bi is all
about - the best of both worlds, isn't it?"
Connie understood what her friend was trying to say and
nodded. The vision of the man's cock had not left her mind since
they had started.
"Was it as good? Or was it better than before?" Suzy asked
lightly.
Connie kissed her.
"I'm still not queer," she said. "But I liked the way you
tasted when I licked your pussy. I like to taste come, too. You
know, like men's come, especially after it's been in me."
"Let's bring him over and fuck him so we can suck each other
off some more. It's better that way," Suzy told her.
They both looked toward the window and waved. There was no
mistaking their meaning and they were rewarded shortly as the
lights went on elsewhere in his apartment. He was on his way.
"Have you done this much?" Connie asked shyly.
"Only a couple of times," Suzy replied. "I'm not really a
Lesbian, but I am bisexual, I guess. I can't wait to get ahold of
that guy's cock, if you want to know the truth, but I want to
watch him fuck you, too. I really got off the night I watched you
sixty-nine Raymond."
Connie blushed again. Raymond was a casual date she had met
at one of Suzy's parties. As they danced, she had felt his penis
become hard and press against her. When most of the guests had
gone and Suzy had retired to her bedroom with her own date,Connie
and Raymond had gone into the extra bedroom and begun necking.
Before she could breathe, his had was under her dress and inside
her panties, stroking her wet pussy. She opened his flies and
reached inside to grasp his cock, still hard from their dance.
"You watched? I thought you left as soon as you opened the
door!"
"No way! You were working that cock and coming in his mouth
at the same time! I almost jumped the two of you. Whatever hap-
pened to him, anyway?"
"He's a prick. Forget about him. I'm nervous about what
we're doing right now."
"Connie, next to me, you're the sleaziest little snatch I
know. If this guy gives us any trouble, we'll just fuck him to
death and hang his dead ass out to dry!"
"I like you," Connie said suddenly. "I'm glad you're my
friend."
Suzy hugged her tightly, their breasts smashed against one
another. A knock at the door interrupted them. Connie jumped up
to pull on a robe and Suzy instinctively covered herself with a
bedsheet.
"My name's Don."
He came dressed for the occasion, which is to say that under
the long coat, he wore nothing but a pair of loafers.
"I'm Connie. Suzy's in the bedroom. Do you always over-
dress?"
Don smiled and looked at her a moment and then reached for
his coat.
"I do feel a little silly," he admitted.
"Please, don't!" Connie objected. "I'm not being a good
hostess, am I."
She let her robe drop to the floor and openly appraised his
body as he did hers. As she had observed earlier, he needed
to chase a good ten pounds, but her main attention was held by
his rising penis. As his eyes swept over her, it rose in fitful
jumps. There was no question about it. The man liked what he saw.
And she like what it was doing to him!
"How long is it?" she asked.
"Seven inches. Why? Keeping records?"
"No. It's just that when I was trying to describe you to
Suzy, I didn't know what to say."
"Who's Suzy?"
"She's a friend."
"I sort of guessed that much."
"I'm Suzy!" said Suzy as she came out of the bedroom.
"I'm Don."
"Nice to meet you, Don. You have a nice cock."
"And you're tits are remarkable."
Connie went to the kitchen.
"Can I get anyone anything?" she called.
"I brought wine," Don announced.
"You what?"
"There's no reason one must be a barbarian to be a trifle
sleazy!"
He produced a bottle of white wine from the pocket of the
overcoat.
They opened the wine in the bedroom and poured a toast,
everyone drinking from everyone else's glass.
"How about a special toast?" Suzy declared and doused her
nipples on at a time in her glass.
Connie and Don both licked them clean.
"And another!" said Don as he dipped the head of his penis
into his glass.
Suzy knelt down and sucked the wet glans into her mouth, her
tongue swirling about it. Don extracted it and soaked it again in
the wine. This time Connie wasted no time, but swallowed a much
of the cock as she could, feeling the wide shaft fill her mouth
and the rubbery head slide against the roof of her mouth. Raymond
or not, Suzy could never begin to suspect how much she liked
sucking a man's penis.
"Your turn, Connie,"announced Suzy, looking at her with a
grin. "I've already done tits."
Connie looked at the two of them for a long moment and then,
taking her wine glass, carefully laid back on the bed and put her
feet up over her shoulders. Very carefully, she opened her vagina
with two fingers and poured a trickle of wine into it.
"A special, special toast," she murmured.
Very slowly, Don leaned down and noisily sipped the heady
liquid from the delicate opening and savored the mixture of
tastes. His penis was still hard from the skilled mouthing the
women had given him, and he felt Suzy's hand rub his balls and
the underside of his raging cock.
"Save some for the next guy," she said, and Don reluctantly
pulled away.
Connie smiled and poured another trickle into her pussy as
Suzy climbed between her legs. The sight of Suzy's round ass, her
wet vagina and the little sounds Connie sighed as the woman
licked her dry were too much for Don to endure and without hesi-
tation placed the head of his cock squarely among the pink folds
of Suzy's pussy and pressed home. Her squeal was muffled by Con-
nie's pussy and her ass moved in a big circle as Don thrust his
cock into her to its full extent. Slowly, he withdrew it and car-
ried it to the head of the bed where Connie's mouth engulfed its
head. Suzy continued to lick her vagina furiously. Don looked
down at the two women. Things like this happened once or twice in
a lifetime, he told himself. The trick was to accept it and not
look forward or back. - No matter how exciting the woman was!
Pouring wine into her vagina was the most far out thing Con-
nie had ever done, but this seemed to be the night to swing on a
star. It was a night without recriminations or judgments. She
could say 'Yes'; she could say 'No'. The choice was hers. She was
in control.
She closed her eyes and luxuriated in the heavenly feelings
Suzy's tongue was stirring. When she opened the again, she could
see Don's eyes close as he plunged his cock into the other woman.
She closed them again and suddenly she was looking up at the bul-
bous head of Don's cock, glistening with Suzy's juices and smel-
ling so delicously like Suzy had tasted not so long ago! She
looked up and saw what was clearly dried spots of semen on his
stomach and thighs. He had not bothered to wipe the come off him-
self when they had called him over. A delicious warmth spread
through her and she opened her mouth to accept the purple plum
and the glistening drop of fluid hanging from its tip.
She caught the sweet droplet on the end of her tongue and
tasted its lightly salted flavor before capturing the spongy head
between her lips. She could taste Suzy's juices and slowly worked
her tongue up the shaft tasting more and more, running her tongue
from side to side across the swollen vein that ran the length of
it. Eating Suzy had been delightful (She had forgotten just how
much she had enjoyed eating Cathy so long ago); but Don's cock in
her mouth was lovely. She needed vaginal intercourse as much as
anyone, but Connie's true choice was oral!
Slowly, she sucked the full length of Don's seven inches
into her mouth until she felt the coarse scratching of his pubic
hair against her lip. The head had passed through her mouth and
was in her throat. She remembered trying to learn how porn stars
were able to take ten inch cocks when she was gagging on five!
Then, one night it had happened. She turned herself a certain way
and relaxed, and the man's cock slid into her mouth, up to the
hilt! (What was his name, she pondered. All she could remember
was the way he groaned when he came.)
Don's pelvis undulated as he reacted to the busy tongue mas-
saging his cock. He gently kneaded her breasts as she sinuously
sucked him in and out. Without taking his cock out of her mouth,
she snaked her tongue along its base and laved his balls with
saliva. She tasted stale come that had dried there and the
knowledge of what it was sent a tiny thrill down to where Suzy
was sucking her clitoris. A climax was building fast and Suzy's
fingers in her pussy and the cock in her mouth were pushing her
toward the edge.
Don pulled his cock back until only the head was in her
mouth, and she explored it with the tip of her tongue, feeling
the ridges and the sensitive opening she knew would reward her if
she loved it properly.
Suddenly it was gone.
She opened her eyes to see the beautiful cock hanging over
her face. Above it, Don's face was set in a frozen grimace.
"I don't want to come yet," he told her.
"Please," she pleaded. "I want to taste you."
"I promise," Don told her. "But right now, Suzy and I have
our duty to perform."
Suzy stopped what she was doing and looked up at him
expectantly. He reached over and picked up Connie's robe and
removed the belt.
Connie's eyes widened as he tied a loop on one wrist and
then the other. Soon, she was trussed firmly, her arms spread
above her head and her legs crossed so that her ass and vagina
were spread open and unprotected. She shivered as Don ran his
tongue from the middle of her back to her clitoris, swirling it
quickly as it crossed the tender flesh around her asshole. Suzy
scrambled up and turned around to place her vagina squarely over
Connie's mouth. Don placed his cock between her huge breasts and
fucked them as she squeezed them together. Then he moved around
and straddled Connie's head to put his cock inside Suzy once
more. He could feel Connie's mouth and tongue working on his
balls and Suzy's clitoris. The spasms around his cock gave
evidence to the effect Connie's mouth was having on her.
Suzy had collapsed forward with her head on one of Connie's
ample ass cheeks, her own ass high in the air with Don's cock
sliding in and out of it.
"Great god-damned cock!" she muttered.
Don held her hips as she came noisily, pressing deep into
her while Connie fastened her mouth on her clitoris like a limpet
and sucked the little man in and out of her lips.
Don stood up and walked away from the bed.
"I have to take my time," he explained.
"Untie me," Connie pleaded. "I want to make you come."
Don walked back and kissed Suzy deeply, running his tongue
deep into her throat.
"Connie wants to come," he told her.
"What are you going to do?" Suzy asked.
"Let's fuck her properly."
Don walked to the foot of the bed and kissed Connie's ass in
the sensitive groove between the two smooth hemispheres and ran
his tongue down to the wrinkled opening. She caught her breath as
his tongue smeared a large mass of saliva over it.
"I don't like anal sex!" she blurted. "You can't fuck my
ass! Let me loose!"
"I agree totally!" Don told her. "And I have no intention of
fucking anything but your mouth and your sweet pussy."
"Suzy!" she called, still unconvinced.
"It's all right, Connie," her friend told her. "I won't let
him hurt you."
Connie was about to say something but Don's tongue returning
to her ass and then burrowing itself into her vagina made her
stop. A moment later, she felt his cock slip past her labia and
spread the walls of her vagina. He pressed it in to the hilt and
then drew it all the way out and let its wet length lie along the
crack of her ass as he squeezed the cheeks together over it. She
felt Suzy's hands busily rubbing his balls against the sensitive
parts of her pussy.
He drew his cock back down the crack of her ass and she felt
to pause as its head passed over her asshole, but then moved on
to re-enter her pussy while Suzy's fingers flicked over her cli-
toris. Her climax mounted again as Don's penis filled her and
worked in and out. She strained against the belt, trying to reach
for him. He smiled down at her and bent to suck her nipples with-
out missing a stroke. Suzy's hand was working her to a frenzy as
the cock plunged in and out of her. She groaned as her climax
started and suddenly the cock was gone.
She opened her eyes to find Don's cock pressed against her
lips and his hands busy freeing hers. She grasped his cock and
balls and stuffed his penis greedily into her mouth, her climax
still throbbing within her. She sucked it deep into her throat
and swallowed hard, trying to devour the thick shaft. He placed
his hands on either side of her head and fucked her face madly,
Suzy's hand massaging his balls as he pumped. As he felt the jism
rising within him, he pulled his cock almost all the way out of
her mouth, allowing only the head to remain inside as his thick
come pumped out onto her tongue.
She closed her eyes and tasted the salty liquid filling her
mouth. She did not swallow at first, but savored the heavy taste,
allowing a single drop to seep out the corner of her mouth. Don
leaned down and kissed it away, and Suzy clamped her mouth down
on Connie's, sucking Don's come into her own, and all three ex-
changed deep kisses among one another, savoring the rich, heady
tastes of sex.
"I'm sorry," Don told her."I didn't mean to scare you."
"It's okay," Connie told him. "I just have a thing about
anal sex."
"So do I," Suzy added.
"And so do I," Don told them. "We should have set down
ground rules before we started."
"I wouldn't have thought I had any," Connie laughed.
They stretched out and slept then, Don between the two of
them, his hands holding a breast of each while they both held his
soft penis and balls. Connie woke sometime later with the bed
shaking with a telltale rhythm. In the half-light, she could see
Suzy above Don, her breast swaying wildly, her head rolling from
side to side. His hands were alternately moving from one huge
breast to the other. His back arched and she realized he was com-
ing. Suzy's humping became a frenzy and soon she, too, was com-
ing, her hands gripping the base of his cock and wildly rubbing
her clitoris as she did.
As Suzy collapsed forward, Connie sat up and looked at them.
Don's come was flowing out of her vagina and dripping back onto
his shrinking cock and balls. She rolled over on her side and
slid her head in between them. She could feel Suzy's wet ass
against her cheek and smell the rich smell of their combined
juices. Don's pubic hair was matted with come and sweat, and
Connie greedily licked the slippery cock which sought to elude
her in the dark. Finally, she caught it and sucked the limp
member into her mouth, tasting Suzy's come as well as Don's. She
worked it in and out slowly and gently, knowing it was super-
sensitive after just being inside Suzy. When it showed no sign of
getting hard, she slipped it out of her mouth and concentrated on
his balls, also soaked with come. She loved the taste of man and
woman combined. She had always enjoyed sucking a spent lover
after hours of lovemaking! It was as if she was capturing
something special.
At the other end of the bed, she felt Don's head slipping in
between her soft thighs, his tongue seeking the soft center of
her pussy. She went back to his soft cock as his tongue invaded
her pussy and his lips closed over her quivering clitoris. Suzy's
lips were gently massaging one of her nipples, but Connie concen-
trated on the man's cock. His tongue was not keeping itself to
the bounds of her pussy, but was stealing its way back to her
asshole, arousing exciting new feelings as he nibbled along what
was once a forbidden zone.
Connie sensed that Don's progress had slowed due to the
position of her thigh and slowly raised it. She was rewarded by
his tongue running lightly around her asshole. She had heard of
being "rimmed" but had never really experienced it. Only now,
with Suzy right beside her, but oblivious to what was happening,
did she appreciate the intimacy of the act. The pleasure was
becoming excruciatingly intense and she could feel his tongue
beginning to probe gently.
And then it was back flicking along her clitoris and
swirling at the entrance of her vagina. She took each ball
separately in her mouth and very gently ran her tongue around
it. Then she ran her tongue around the back of his sack and along
the rough line between his legs. She felt his legs part wider as
she moved and suddenly realized she was nearing an area where she
had never been. His tongue at her own asshole teased her on and
she realized she was responding to the strange new feelings in a
long-forgotten manner that took her breath away. It was like the
first time she and Cathy had kissed one another's vagina, or the
time she and Georgie Pauley had gone behind the hedge and shown
one another their things. She knew it was wicked and wrong, but
it was so, so exciting!
Her tongue grazed over the rough surface of his asshole and
she pulled back instinctively. As she did, his tongue swirled and
his body thrust against her lips. His cock was still soft, but
she knew she was having a very erotic effect on him. With relief,
she realized there was no objectionable smell or taste. In fact,
it was almost the opposite. She was enjoying this wicked new ex-
perience and reached up to spread his cheeks wider, just as he
was doing with her. This time, when her tongue reached the wrin-
kled asshole, she did not pull away, but licked around it, flick-
ing it every now and then, and tickled it with her fingertips.
Don rewarded her with a tattoo of finger and tongue-work
that took her breath away, and it sent her into a greater frenzy
of activity. She probed and pressed with the tip of her tongue,
afraid to take the ultimate step and even more afraid not to. It
was like the time she had let George talk her into sucking his
cock. They had been parked in the country and had been feeling
each other the way they always did. George knew she wouldn't let
him fuck her, but finally talked her into kissing the head of his
cock, and then, finally , to take the whole thing into her mouth.
He had come almost immediately and she'd been horrified. The
whole night was a disaster, but she could still remember the
excitement as she had bent over the throbbing cock knowing that
something would change forever.
Don's tongue was deftly licking her vagina and her ass,
alternately probing deep into each, sending electric shocks
throughout her entire body. Suzy's lips were sucking at her
nipples and massaging her aching breasts. God! She wanted to come
again, but she didn't want Don to stop what he was doing. With
her finger , she pressed against his asshole and felt it resist.
She backed away and replaced her finger with the tip of her
tongue. She probed again, more slowly this time, and the resis-
tance went away. A huge shudder went through Don's body and she
felt his tongue burrow impossibly deep into her.
There was one more thing she wanted to do. She had once read
it in the Kama Sutra, but had never believed it was actually
possible. Tonight she would know.
She slid back to take Don's cock into her mouth. It was
still soft and small, although she knew it would not last for too
much longer. Opening her mouth as wide as possible, she stuffed
his balls in, too. She felt his hand rubbing the back of her head
gently, as if he was wondering what she was doing.
"Here's a new one for you, Mister Birdwatcher!" she thought
to herself and moved her tongue over the crowded balls.
Her finger massaged his slippery ass and she felt his cock
begin to stir as he realized what was happening. She swallowed
reflexively as her mouth began to fill. Soon the head of his cock
was sliding down her throat and going deeper that any cock had
before. She could hear him groan as she writhed gently. It was
the only movement she could manage, but it was enough as he let
out a whimpering sound. Then his head was gone to be replaced by
Suzy's and she knew he was eating her furiously as she ate
Connie.
His cock was filling her so much she could hardly breathe.
The sensation was overpowering as his cock continued to grow and
grow inside her. He was making curious little sounds now and
trying to thrust and fuck against her mouth. She held him tightly
to her and let her tongue probe mercilessly as she tried to
swallow his cock again and again.
She wet her index finger in her vagina and rubbed it over
the tiny flower of his asshole. This time, she ignored the resis-
tance and forced it in to the first joint. She heard his harsh
gasp muffled by Suzy's heavy thighs and soft pussy. She drove the
finger in a little further when the resistance subsided, and then
another and another.
She was intoxicated with the heady feeling of power. She had
complete control of this man with his cock and balls in her mouth
and three, no four fingers massaging his asshole. Suzy's fervor
between her thighs told her he was responding to Connie's minis-
trations. His pelvis was thrusting against her face, trying to
fuck the mouth so full of male organs. Slowly, she pulled herself
free.
"Fuck me!" she whispered hoarsely, her voice almost gone
from the punishment her throat had been taking.
He didn't answer, but moments later, his form loomed over
her in the dark and she felt his hands spread her thighs wide
apart. It was Suzy who guided his rigid cock into her pussy as
she wrapped her thighs high around his waist and her arms around
his neck as his cock pounded into her harder and faster. His
breath came faster and she knew he was going to come, but she
didn't want to stop because she wanted to come, too, and feel his
hot sperm shoot deep inside her to run down over her sensitive
ass while his cock continued long after the last drop had left
him and she felt her own climax building, building, building...
It was dawn when she awoke. Don was gone, and Suzy slept
beside her. The bed was still damp from sweat and come. Other
than the condition of the bedroom, it might have been a dream,
but her tender vagina and the dull ache around her jaws told her
it had been real enough. As she moved her legs, she felt his come
still wet between the cheeks of her ass. It felt like he had shot
gallons into her! She ran her finger deep between her legs and
tasted. It was still the sweet mixture of male and female, the
tastes that lingered still on her lips and in her mind.
The three of them had talked briefly before sleep. Would
there be other nights together? Twosomes, threesomes? There
should be ground rules, he said and they all agreed. No anal
fucking! No telling. No forcing. No jealousies. And when it's
gone, it's gone. She closed her eyes and remembered the deli-
cious, wicked feelings of the previous night. She really didn't
even know his name - or he theirs. No phone numbers. No mutual
acquaintances. They could only confront one another face to face.
There was something very good about that, and something very hon-
est, yet wonderfully mysterious. The only promises between the
three of them were the few that could be kept.
She closed her eyes and settled back to sleep some more, her
hand stealing down to caress her tender vagina. Beside her, Suzy
stirred softly. She placed a hand on the woman's firm behind and
stroked it gently. Suzy was her friend in a world where true
friends were rare. The intimacy of the night before had not
created a closeness between them; it had only brought it out and
enhanced it. Impulsively, she leaned over and kissed her on the
cheek.
Suzy responded by snuggling closer to Connie's shoulder.
"Good morning," she murmured without opening her eyes.
"Tonight we take on the Eighty-second Airborne and Ina Rae
Hutton's All-Girl Band."
"You're crazy, you know," Connie told her.
Suzy looked at her with a serious expression.
"I thought you liked it. You don't feel guilty or ashamed,
do you? I mean, if I thought you did, I never would have...you
know, I mean..."
Connie stopped her words with a light kiss.
"It was great," she told Suzy. "Everything, I mean. It's
just that I really do like men better than women and I don't
think I could be a real Lesbian. I mean, I'd rather be your
friend than your lover, if I had to make a choice. Does makes
sense to you?"
"We both like men too much," Suzy grinned. "I think we might
have done some damage to that poor boy. I'll bet he's never been
eaten like that before!"
Connie giggled and stretched. She felt lazy and fulfilled.
Beside her, Suzy was warm and comfortable. A hundred feet away,
she could see into Don's apartment. It was still dark inside and
she was unable to make out anything. The curtains were still wide
open. She wondered if he was using his binoculars and spread her
legs to give him a better view.
He stopped on his way from the bathroom and picked up the
binoculars. Connie lay with her legs spread invitingly. Suzy's
pert behind rose next to her. One knee drawn up exposed an ex-
citing tuft of hair. He licked his lips, still tasting the two of
them.
The whole thing had started as a lark and resulted in the
most fabulous experience he could remember. He looked down at the
binoculars. The next time he met a birdwatcher, he'd have a Hell
of a lot more respect!
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