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Mack's Story 1/3 by Culain
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.
Subject: Mack's Story, part I (f mf voyeru)
IN THE BEGINNING
(being part the first)
I suppose a little background is in order. I spent my freshman year of
college (1990) in a small, private engineering school. Most of the students
were foreigners, and there were very few women [the guy/girl ratio was
something like 12/1]. This didn't really bother me, as I was never an
outgoing person in high school, didn't really get into parties, and was
pretty much a loner. After my freshman year, my parents decided that the
private college was just too expensive, and I transferred to a nearby state
university (which I still attend).
The first thing I learned about this school was that living in the dorms
*sucked*. Some of the antics that went on in the dorms would sicken even the
most die-hard alt.tasteless reader. Dorm life sucked so bad that after the
first semester I moved off-campus into a large house with 5 other guys. The
house wasn't great, but it was a place to live--much quieter and cleaner than
the dorms, anyway. I moved into the house in December, started classes in
January, and went back to the nose-in-the-books routine. So intent was I on
my studies that it wasn't until April that I noticed my next-door neighbors.
I knew that the large white house next to mine was inhabited--there were
always a couple of cars in the driveway--but I had never met (or even seen)
my neighbors until that fateful day in late April. The weather was --
unseasonably warm, and as I sat in my room pondering a hellish fluid
mechanics problem I glanced out my open window towards the house next door.
What I saw made me do a double-take. Just as I glanced out the window, a
girl came out onto the front porch, retrieved the contents of her mailbox,
and went back inside. Except that she was wearing a *very* revealing bright
neon-green bikini.
Wait a second! Bikini? Come on, Mack--you've been staring at Bernoulli's
equation too long. It's starting to get to you--the stress, the pressure,
the integration... Bikini, indeed! I stared at the front porch across the
way for quite some time, but no one reappeared. After a while, I convinced
myself that my course load had begun to affect my brain and that I was simply
the victim of my stressed-out imagination.
But then it happened again.
Only this time, I knew I wasn't imagining. I had decided to take a break
from the books and walked over to close my curtains in preparation for a nice
nap. As I started to close the window, however, I saw her again. She came
out the back door of her house, still wearing the green bikini and carrying
a large blanket. She spread the blanket in her back yard, sat down, and
began massaging suntan lotion onto her arms.
I decided that the situation required a closer examination. I went to my
closet and retrieved the eight-power binoculars which I had purchased the
year before to take along to a Van Halen concert. Back at the window, I
peered through the lenses. As the image came into focus, all I could think
of was, "GOD, SHE'S *GORGEOUS*!!" She was about 5'6" or so with long silky
blonde hair that came about halfway down her back. She had long, toned legs,
an incredible ass, and full, sensual lips. But what really caught my eye
were her breasts. Her skimpy top was valiantly struggling to contain two of
the most luscious breasts I had ever seen (or have seen since). They were
large, full, nicely rounded, and I could see the tips of her erect nipples
straining at the thin green cloth on either side of her generous cleavage.
She continued rubbing in the suntan oil on her legs, her stomach, her thighs.
Then she sat down on the blanket and began massaging oil into the tops of her
breasts. She was obviously enjoying this, as her nipples became even more
erect. Then she lay down and began soaking up the rays.
I put down the binoculars and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water for
my (now) parched throat. I couldn't believe this was happening. Since I
tend to be quite shy around girls (and become hopelessly tongue-tied in their
presence), I hadn't been on a date in over a year. At this thought, I
realized that my cock was about to burst through my jeans. I went back to my
room and found that she had turned over, exposing that lovely ass--only
covered by a sliver of green material.
My cock demanded release from its confinement. I removed jeans and boxer
shorts (I hate briefs) in one deft movement. Just as I was reaching to
stroke my tool, she popped her head up and looked around. OH SHIT! What if
she saw me? What if she called the cops? I had never done anything like
this before! I didn't want to go to jail! But she hadn't seen me. After
looking around for a moment, she reached behind her and unfastened her top.
[Now, it wasn't really necessary for her to look around. Her back yard was
surrounded by a high wooden fence. No one on ground level could possibly
have seen her (but from a second story window, I had a much better view!).]
As if this latest development weren't enough, she slowly removed her top and
turned over onto her back. I took one look at those magnificent breasts and
began stroking my cock in earnest. She had very large pink areolae, and her
erect nipples were about a half-inch long. After a few moments, she began
massaging her breasts--kneading her gorgeous tit-flesh and tweaking her erect
nipples. As I frantically pumped my shaft, I noticed her making small
fucking motions with her hips, hunching her ass up off the ground. That did
it for me...my balls emptied and my cock exploded, spewing thick ropes of hot
white cum all over my thighs and stomach. Since I hadn't been laid for what
seemed like forever, the force of my orgasm was immense. I saw stars. It
seemed like I came for hours.
After the explosion had passed, I picked up the binoculars and refocused them
just in time to see her entire body jerk, her ass lift off the ground, and
her face contort into a fierce grimace of pleasure as she too came. She
collapsed back to the ground, trembled for a moment, and then was still.
After several minutes, the steady rise and fall of her breasts told me that
she was asleep (probably exhausted as I was, poor thing!). I crawled into
bed and enjoyed a well-deserved rest. When I woke, it was dark outside my
window.
I considered doing some more homework, but then I noticed that a light was on
in the house next door. The light was coming from a room on the second floor
directly across from my window. Peering through the binoculars, I looked
through the window across the way (the curtains were open) and saw HER
sitting at a small desk reading a book. I could tell that this was her
bedroom. I could see the end of a bed, a dresser and mirror, a small door
(probably a closet), and the desk she was sitting at. She was wearing a
fluffy white bathrobe. I couldn't tell what she was reading, but from the
way that her robe was partly open and the way that her fingers were playing
hide-and-seek in her blonde pubic hair, it must have been quite an exciting
book.
My mind flashed back to the episode of earlier in the day and my cock became
instantly hard. Damn, this blonde was one hot number! Why hadn't I noticed
her before? That's what I get for studying so much, I told myself. All
thoughts of Bernoulli and his damned equation quickly vanished, however, as
she began furiously pumping several fingers in and out of her wet snatch.
She leaned her head back, dropped the book, and used her free hand to reach
inside her robe and squeeze a large handful of hot tit-flesh. As I stroked
my member, I imagined that it was me rolling that hard nipple between my
fingers. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and in my mind I could almost
hear her gasp of delight as she came. Again, her whole body jerked and
twitched, nearly knocking her off of her chair. Shit, there was no mistaking
when *this* girl came. No way. It was like someone set off a charge of
dynamite beneath her. She collapsed onto the desk, breathing heavily, her
fingers still buried in her hot sex.
Moments later she stood and shrugged off the robe, exposing her luscious body
in all its glory. She stretched, picked up a towel, and walked out of her
room into the hallway beyond. My disappointed cock was begging for release.
It was nearly 15 minutes before she returned--dripping wet and wearing the
towel. As I watched her unwrap the towel and dry off, I pumped my cock with
long, slow strokes. When she had dried off, she opened a bottle of lotion
and began rubbing it onto those long legs. The sight of this goddess
massaging lotion onto her thighs and stomach was driving me crazy. My balls
ached, and my cock was hard enough to drive nails into concrete. The she
squirted a large glop of lotion between her breasts and used both hands to
rub it in. As she pulled on her nipples, I pumped my cock so fast that my
hand was just a blur. I came violently, spurting cum everywhere, and loving
every second of it.
In a few minutes, her light went out. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted,
I guess. I hit the sack, as I had an early exam the next morning. As I lay
in bed, I couldn't stop thinking about her. She had awakened strange
feelings in me that I didn't know existed before--I realized that watching
her had *really* turned me on. Not just the arousal that comes from viewing
a naked female form--it was more than that. I wasn't looking at some
cosmetically sculpted bimbo in a porn rag. She was a real person, caught by
my lens in a very private moment when she thought no one was around.
*That's* what excited me the most--the act of viewing was as erotic as the
subject being viewed. I fell asleep trying to remember that French word that
described my new-found interest--I knew it started with "v"...
The next afternoon, on the way home from class, I walked up onto her porch
and looked in her mailbox. For some reason, I felt that I *had* to find out
her name. There were two articles addressed to "Resident", a letter for
Michelle S... and a clothing catalog addressed to Nichole A... Hmmm, there
were *two* girls living here...I wonder which one is the blonde goddess with
the green bikini?
For the next couple of days, I sat at my window each night hoping to catch a
glimpse of that lovely body. Her curtains were never closed, and often I
would see her getting ready for bed, going to/coming from the shower, etc.
My cock was getting a real workout watching this lovely creature. Once I
even saw the other girl through the living room (downstairs) window. She was
watching TV. She was a short, very petite brunette with smallish breasts and
short, straight hair. When she jumped up from her chair and left the room
for a second, I saw that she too had a magnificent ass. I decided that she
must be Michelle--it just fit her better. That meant that my blonde goddess
must be Nichole...
I decided that living next to these two beautiful women must be my heavenly
reward for working so hard at my studies. It was also a hellish torture--I
was far to shy and reserved to ever actually approach them, let alone attempt
a conversation. Fate, however, had other plans for me...
-end of part one-
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