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Authors name: Gungadick (yataala@aol.com)
Story title : Naughty Neighbors

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Naughty Neighbors (MF, M/f+, exh, inc, ped)
by Gungadick (yataala@aol.com)

***

A writer stares out of his window looking for 
inspiration. What he finds is a different kind of 
inspiration in the form of a neighboring family. 
(Reprise)

***

I live in a nice neighborhood. A lot of trees and green 
grass; little traffic; plenty of parking; convenient 
access to downtown; and nice neighbors. Most of those 
were on the realtor's brochure when I bought this house; 
except for the nice neighbors part. I bought a two-story 
town house. The townhouse is part of a complex is built 
in a square with all the units facing in onto a large, 
grassy common area. The called the development the 
'Swedish Model', but I don't remember ever seeing 
anything like it when I was in Sweden. 

The town houses come in all types and sizes. There are 
two level ones; split-level ones; and single level ones. 
A home for every need as the realtor had put it. What he 
meant was a home for every budget. I bought one of the 
two story California style houses. It's a narrow affair 
with living room, dining room, and kitchen downstairs, 
and two bedrooms and a den upstairs. 

The neighbors are as varied as the homes. Two lesbian 
'life-partners' own the house to my right and beyond them 
is the Smithson's. A small family of four. Tim is a 
woman-child with wild curly orange hair. Her real name is 
Timothea, but of course she likes Tim. Her husband works 
for the city doing God knows what; and they've got a 
couple of little girls. One goes to school and the other 
to Montessori. 

The house to my left is owned by an old retired couple. 
Mae Jeffers is the stereotypical little old busybody. She 
sits by her window and watches all the comings and 
goings. She's the hit of the monthly home association 
meeting. She always presents the committee with a list of 
grievances only an ex-union president could dream up. She 
has the hearing of a field mouse and can hear a blade of 
grass suffering from across the common. 

I called the Pentagon about her, but they said they 
already knew of her talents. Her husband suffers her in 
silence. Lucky man lost most of his hearing about twenty 
years ago. He watches our faces react to her mutterings 
and his bears an inward smile. Oh sweet silent bliss!

One of Mae's top complaints are visitors. Our community 
is gated, which means most of us moved there to get away 
from people. Not just any people, but all people. At 
every association meeting, Mae brings up the suggestion 
that visitors have to be signed in and only a certain 
number of visitors should be allowed. We all nod our 
heads and then move on. She once complained that a 
certain individual had more women coming to his house 
than the average beauty parlor and everyone watched to 
see what I would say. I offered her a purple rinse and 
she left in a huff.

For the most part, we all mind our own business and nod 
and wave to our 'fellow travelers'. We get together for 
block watch meetings, and block parties, and the 
occasional lynching, but otherwise we leave each other 
alone.

My den is the middle room upstairs and separates the 
master bedroom from the stairwell and guest bedroom. It 
has windows in both north and south walls. I tend to work 
late, whenever the urge hits me. Sometimes I'll sit in 
front of this machine and write a hundred pages of 
dialogue and on other occasions I'll sit here and pound 
my head for an hour as I search for 'the' correct word. 

It was on one of those head pounding nights that I made 
my discovery. I was trying to write dialogue for a movie 
with an inner city theme. You know, a lot of "you're the 
man, dawg" type dialogue, but it wasn't going well. I 
felt it was too wordy. I mean, I'd done my research and 
'hung' with a 'crew' for a couple of weeks, making notes 
of their 'patois', but I'd noticed that for the most part 
they just sat around and said nothing. 

Every now and then, one of them would make some inane 
comment, which would be followed by a staccato of 
nonsensical replies and then they would lapse back into 
their brooding silence. I don't know if it was because 
they had this 'white muthufucker' in their midst or not, 
but I made really slow hand motions for those two weeks. 
I did 'hook-up' with one sweet race curious chick though. 
Damn she's fine. All that chocolate laid out in my bed; 
ready to melt in my mouth. Oh well, that's another story.

As I said, I was struggling and was at a loss as where to 
go next. I had started writing in the early afternoon and 
dusk had come and gone without my noticing. The only 
light in the room was from my monitor. I got up from the 
chair in abject disgust at one point and went to stand in 
the window to clear my mind. I looked out upon the early 
stars and the moving lights of aircraft coming in to land 
at SeaTac. A sudden motion caught my attention and I 
looked across my neighbors' roof and into one of the 
Smithson's bedrooms. 

I have to admit a certain thrill went up my spine for a 
second. This was the first time their blinds were open 
and I had an unobstructed view. I realized that I was 
looking into the girls' bedroom. Pink wallpaper; pink 
bedspread; and a myriad of toys spread about gave ample 
clues to support my assumption. What had attracted my 
attention was the light being turned on, but I hadn't 
seen an actual person yet. 

I was curious now and continued to watch. Suddenly, a 
small blur came flying past the window and I watched the 
youngest daughter sprawl onto the bed. She moved so 
quickly that I couldn't tell what she was wearing, if 
anything. She quickly crawled under the covers and for 
some reason pulled her pillow over her face. I frowned at 
her antics and could only wonder at her actions. A few 
moments later, Roger Smithson entered the room and stood 
with his hands on his hips. 

At first, I thought he was talking to the girl, but then 
he made some exaggerated movements and opened the closet 
door and then opened the large toy box at the foot of the 
bed. I realized they were playing a form of hide and 
seek. The pillow was suddenly whisked away and hands 
sought out ticklish ribs. Everything played out before me 
in a soundless panorama. All I needed was a piano player 
and some popcorn.

The young girl sat up in bed and I could see her lips 
move and then his. She clapped her hand to her mouth and 
I assumed she was stifling a laugh. I could see that she 
was naked from the waist up, but form this distance I 
couldn't even make out her nipples. I felt a twinge in my 
pants and chastised myself for thinking of such a young 
child in that manner. I was about to move away from the 
window when I saw Roger bend down and give his youngest a 
kiss. 

I'd seen parents kiss their children before, but this 
wasn't one of those pecks on the cheek type things. The 
bed faced me, and when the young girl had sat up, she had 
been facing me and now I was looking at the back of 
Roger's head so I told myself that something other than 
an embrace was occurring, but then the girl's arms came 
up and around his neck and I wondered all over again. 

I watched as Roger pulled away and then as he pulled the 
sheets away from the child. She appeared totally naked, 
unless she wore skin colored panties. I watched in 
amazement as one of her small hands sought out the place 
between her thighs and began to explore there. Roger's 
head moved down and I swear he was doing something to one 
of her nipples.

I stepped back from my window and shook my head in 
wonder. I had to be sure of what I was seeing, so I 
hurried into my room and dug through my closet for my 
binoculars. I stopped for a second and laughed at myself. 
I called myself depraved, but then said 'fuck it' and 
continued my search, which was successful. I pull off the 
lens caps and tossed them onto the bed and went back to 
my rear window. They were more or less in the same 
position. It took me forever to focus. I focused on a 
chimney; a wall; the roof. 

Just about everything except what I wanted to focus on. 

I stared straight at the window and brought the glassed 
down in front of my eyes and was rewarded with a blurred 
look at the lighted window. I focused in quickly and 
found myself looking at the little girl's face. She had 
her eyes closed and her lips curled up into a beatific 
smile. I moved the glasses down and saw, once again, the 
back of Roger's head. Moving down further, I suddenly 
found myself looking at a pair of widely spread legs and 
a finger poking into a small hairless cunt. 

"My God!" I said to myself and quickly looked around as 
though someone could have heard me.

I suddenly felt totally exposed. Even though my room was 
dark except for the monitor, I felt that anyone looking 
over would be able to see me. I went to my computer and 
shut it down, bringing the room into an even deeper 
darkness. I pulled my chair over and sat down a few feet 
from my window. I brought up the long-glasses and 
refocused on the free show across the way. 

I found nothing but a blur and I tried to refocus, but I 
couldn't so I pulled the glasses away from my eyes and 
realized that it hadn't been a blur, but the back of 
Roger's head. 

"C'mon, Rog!" I said aloud. "Move your fucking head."

It suddenly dawned on me that the reason his head was in 
the way was because he was doing something to his 
daughter. I brought the glasses up once again and sure 
enough, I found her legs spread wide open. The lucky 
bastard was eating out that sweet little cunt. I brought 
the glasses down and slowly shook my head from side to 
side. Oh, to be in Roger's neighborhood. I laughed at the 
thought and quietly sang out, "Won'tcha be my neighbor!" 

Suddenly, the light in the small window in their 
stairwell came on and I saw Tim leave the bottom floor 
and start to climb up. I felt like Gregory Peck in the 
Hitchcock thriller. I wanted to shout out and warn Roger, 
but I knew he wouldn't be able to hear. I was afraid to 
even watch what would happen, but human nature prevailed 
and I kept on my peeping efforts.

"Oh, my God!" I said to no one there. "Poor fucking Roger 
is going to see some fireworks now."

I could see Roger pull away from his youngest, but she 
made no effort to bring her legs together. I noticed 
Roger face the door to the bedroom and then Tim came 
walking in. She stopped and shared something with Roger 
and then bent over to kiss the little girl, who had 
resumed fingering her young slit.

"Jesus!" I exclaimed. It appeared that Tim was fully 
aware of the shenanigans going on under her roof. 

Roger had his back to the window and was blocking my view 
of Tim. I saw the young girl smile broadly and thought 
that she might be giggling. I realized that Tim was doing 
something to Roger and was shocked when his trouser fell 
away. I brought my field glasses up again and wound up 
getting an eyeful of Roger's hairy ass. I could see Tim 
go down onto her knees and could only assume what she was 
doing. The girl had clambered onto her knees and was 
avidly watching from the edge of the bed. 

I suddenly realized that my cock was straining at my 
pants and that it was begging for some attention. I put 
down the binoculars for a moment and pulled out my 
engorged member. When I returned my gaze to their window, 
I saw Tim stand up. Roger turned sideways and faced the 
bed and his daughter. Roger's cock was hard and stuck out 
like a broken tree limb. Even with the field glasses, I 
couldn't tell how big it was. 

Tim had her hand on it and was stroking it slowly. It 
seemed like there were a couple of inches of cock 
sticking out past her hand and she had her fingers all 
the way around it. I watched the little girl scramble 
into a sitting position on the edge of the bed and then 
incredulously she leant forward and took Roger's cock 
into her mouth.

My right hand was a blur on my own cock as I sought the 
ultimate pleasure. I could already feel my balls surging 
with cum. I watched the little nymph move her mouth up an 
down on the exposed part of Roger's cock as Tim 
masturbated her husband into her daughter's mouth. I 
leaned back in my chair as the rush of my orgasm came 
over me. 

My cum spewed up and out of my cock with unprecedented 
force. I don't know where most of it went and at the 
moment I didn't care. Some of it hit me in the chin; a 
glob hung off of the field glasses; and I hoped that the 
rest was plastered to my shirt. I whipped out my 
handkerchief and wiped off the glasses.

I brought the binoculars back up with my shaky hands and 
focused on the events unfolding in my neighbor's house. 
The little urchin was still sucking on Roger's cock, but 
Tim was no longer stroking it. She was no longer in 
sight. The girl was still bobbing up and down on Roger's 
cock and had brought up a hand to accompany her mouth. I 
could tell that Roger was in ecstasy. His head was thrown 
back and his eyes were closed. 

Something clicked on inside my head and I rushed from my 
den and went back to my closet. I reached up onto the top 
shelf and felt around in the dark. My hands came across a 
hard plastic shell and I almost shouted "eureka". I ran 
back into the den and raised my video camera up to my 
eye. I could see nothing. Everything was dark. I cursed 
my luck and told myself the battery was dead, but then I 
realized I'd forgotten to remove the lens cap. 

I actually said, "duh" and then slapped myself in the 
forehead. I removed the offending lens protector and 
zoomed in on Roger's window. The zoom was almost as good 
as that of the Zeiss binoculars and I got a good frame of 
the young girls mouth slurping on her father's erection. 
I slowly zoomed out so that I could frame the entire 
window and so that the tape would show who was doing 
what. I zoomed back in and held the focus for a minute. 

A blur suddenly obscured my shot and I took my eye away 
from the aperture to see what it was. Tim had returned 
and she was standing at the foot of the bed. She had 
interposed herself between me and the action and I cursed 
under my breath. I suddenly thought she was looking my 
way and I looked up to her face, but only saw the back of 
her head. I gasped as another revelation came over me. 

She was totally naked. I could see her pert little butt 
cheeks facing in my direction. He legs were slightly 
spread and the light of the room shone through the wispy 
curls of her cunt hairs. She moved to the other side of 
the bed and I pulled back on the zoom so that the entire 
window was framed in my shot. Not only was she back and 
naked, but the older daughter was there now and she too 
was naked. 

I chuckled as I realized that my left hand was toying 
with a fresh erection. 

Mother and daughter lay down onto the bed and wrapped 
their arms around each other as their lips pressed 
together. My oh my, this was getting better and better. 
The younger girl had released Roger's cock, which was 
bouncing around in the air. She and her father watched 
the other couple for a while as their love making 
intensified. Tim's mouth moved down to her daughter's 
chest and she played with the nipples there. 

I zoomed in onto her face and her tongue was plainly 
visible as it raked across the flat chest of her 
daughter. Her lips closed upon one of the miniscule buds 
and you could see some of the flesh pull up into her 
sucking mouth. I panned down Tim's body and got a decent 
profile shot of her hanging tits and her bubble butt. If 
her breasts hadn't been so large, she would have looked 
like a third child in that room. Tim isn't even five feet 
tall, but packs a hell of a package, which has fueled a 
number of my fantasies.

I swung the camera around to Roger and the younger girl 
and saw that they too had climbed onto the bed. Roger lie 
spooned into his daughter as she watched her mother and 
older sister perform. Roger's hand was busy in between 
her legs, but I don't know if he was playing with her 
cunt or reaching in between to play with himself. Lord, 
how I wished I could hear the moans and groans coming 
from that room. It was eerie to see all this passion 
without hearing it. My left hand was fully engaged in 
stroking my own cock now and it felt damn good.

Tim moved down the bed and twisted her body so that once 
again she was blocking my shot. She got onto all fours 
and lowered her mouth onto the young girls cunt. Her legs 
were spread and I could see the lips of her cunt and the 
hairs that surrounded it, but her body shadowed that part 
and it was only an outline. I turned off the camera and 
sat and waited. I hoped that I would get some more 
interesting and salacious shots. 

I slowly stroked my cock and kept my eye on the window. I 
saw Tim raise her head and brought the camera back to 
bear. She turned her body and I watched as she got into a 
sixty-nine position. I got some good shots of her 
daughter's cunt before Tim's full head of hair came down 
to obstruct the view once again. Luckily, Roger decided 
he wanted some additional fun and I watched as he and the 
youngest child changed positions on the bed. The little 
girl got up on her knees and Roger twisted onto his back. 
His swollen cock bobbed and weaved as it pointed to the 
ceiling. 

I watched as the youngster grabbed her father's cock and 
stroked it slowly and then as she lowered her mouth once 
again to engulf the head. It was a perfect shot. I was 
looking straight up between Roger's legs and the girl was 
sideways to me as she worked her mouth up and down. She 
pulled her mouth away suddenly and I watched Roger lips 
move as he grabbed his cock and said something to her. I 
watched with mouth agape as the little girl straddled his 
legs.

"No way!" I exclaimed.

It was like a porn flick as the girl faced his feet and 
me and lowered her little cunt onto Roger's cock. What 
appeared to be an average sized cock now appeared huge as 
it spread open the little girl's labia. I watched 
hungrily as she slowly shoved her juicy little cunt down 
onto her father's member. It was agonizing for me to 
watch, but I don't know how she felt because she was 
looking down at herself and at the slowly disappearing 
cock. 

She finally got most of it in and then she slowly started 
moving up and down on it. It was almost as though I were 
filming in slow motion. The little girl looked up and I 
saw she was biting her lower lip, but it appeared to be 
more concentration than consternation. My hand was making 
slapping sounds now as it pounded down into my scrotum.

I managed to pan over to Tim and the other girl and did 
so just in time to catch Tim as her orgasm raked her 
body. She lifted her head and her face came up to be 
framed by my camera. Her eyes were closed and her mouth 
was opened wide. I could only imagine the groan coming 
from her throat as she expressed her ecstasy. She shook 
her head from side to side and her flaming hair whipped 
about. Her great tits swung about and were framed by her 
stiff arms. I could barely make out the daughter's chin 
surrounded by her mother's red pubic hair. 

I panned back and saw that the younger child was moving a 
lot faster now and her smiling face was turned towards 
Tim as she watched her mother in her passion. Roger's 
hands were on the urchin's hips, but I couldn't tell if 
he was urging her on or merely holding on for dear life. 
She was giving him a pretty good ride. His seemingly huge 
cock appeared and disappeared as the little stretched out 
cunt made its up and down journey. 

His cock glistened with their combined juices. I pulled 
back on the zoom and framed the entire window once again. 
In one half a small child was bouncing up and down on her 
father's cock and in the other a mother had moved around 
and was embracing her daughter in something I wouldn't 
call parental fashion. I zoomed back in on Tim and the 
older daughter and I could see they were kissing tongue 
in cheek. Her tongue, her cheek. You know what I mean. 

Tim suddenly rolled onto her back and the first grader 
got up onto her knees and straddled her mother's face. 
The girl grasped the headboard as she prepared to ride 
her mother's mouth. I watched Tim's tongue snake out of 
her mouth and slurp at the hairless slit above her. The 
daughter lowered herself more and the tongue disappeared 
as the young girls ass cheeks seemed to settle onto Tim's 
chin. 

I panned back to Roger and the other waif and found them 
in the same position. I continued to film and pounded my 
pud. I could feel my arousal reaching a second peak and I 
slowed so that I could prolong it. I zoomed out and just 
kept the camera in that mode while the two couples 
continued their incestual couplings. A minute passed and 
then I noticed that the littlest angel's movements were 
becoming erratic so I zoomed in on her and watched as her 
brightly lit eyes opened wide and she seemed to be saying 
or moaning something. Her little body seemed to convulse 
and it shuddered and spasmed back and forth. 

She had brought both hands down and was pressing them 
into her cunt. She no longer bounced up and down, but was 
jammed down onto the cock as her muscles jerked her 
about. The little body fell back onto her dad's and his 
cock pulled out of her cunt. I had to give Roger his due; 
he had staying power. His cock remained stiff and 
glistening. He rolled the little girl off of him and 
covered her mouth with kisses.

The other duo had stopped to watch the show next to them. 
Tim was sitting up and the older daughter was kneeling 
and watching as she played with her cunt. Tim said 
something to her and she scrambled over her mother's body 
and laid down in the middle of the bed. She spread her 
legs and I focused on her red and swollen cunt. She was 
driving a couple of fingers into herself. 

She looked like no child I'd ever seen. Well, except for 
her little sister of course. Another blur obscured my 
shot and I looked up to see Roger climb over his youngest 
and poise himself over the oldest. I got a good, 
although, somewhat shadowed, shot of his stiff cock 
plunging into his other daughter. I filmed a bit of his 
ass pumping up and down and then panned over to Tim who 
sat back against the headboard and tugged on her nipples 
as she watched her husband fuck one of their small 
daughters. 

I saw her fingers suddenly stop their nipple pinching and 
I could tell from the way that it happened that something 
had prompted her to stop. I zoomed out and saw that she 
was looking in my direction. It was as if she was looking 
right into my eyes. I saw her brow furrow and then her 
eyes popped open and her mouth sprung open as well. She 
scrambled off the bed and the last thing I saw was her 
outlined in the window as the Venetian blinds came 
sliding down. 

I knew she had seen me, but I wondered how. I looked 
behind me and there were no lights on. The opposite 
window was totally dark and it was a moonless night. I 
sighed as I held the camera in my lap next to my still 
hard cock and that's when I saw it. The little red 
monitor light was on indicating that I was filming 
something. She had seen the little red light and guessed 
that someone was watching. 

The phone rang next to me and I almost jumped out of my 
skin. I sat there and watched the offending instrument, 
but didn't pick it up. It couldn't be or could it, I 
asked myself. I let it ring the eight times and then my 
machine picked up. I heard the recorded message I used as 
it said, "Heaven... this is God!" Some people thought it 
was funny. Then a familiar female voice said. "We have to 
talk."

* * *

Two weeks had passed since that faithful night. I hadn't 
returned the call. In matter of fact, I had done 
everything to avoid the Smithson's. I didn't know how to 
deal with my knowledge and the knowledge that they had 
knowledge of my... well, I think you get the drift. I'd 
caught glances of them every now and then. I'd seen the 
two little ones playing with other urchins on the quad. 
I'd seen Roger coming home from work a couple of times, 
and I'd seen Tim carrying groceries into the house. She'd 
waved and I'd waved back. 

For a second, I'd thought she was going to come over and 
I'd quickened my steps up onto the porch and into the 
house. I felt like an idiot. Why was I acting guilty. So 
I'd seen my neighbors in 'flagrante delicto' with their 
two little daughters. That wasn't my fault. So I'd used 
my binoculars to get a better view and then I'd recorded 
some of it with my video camera. Did that give me reason 
to feel awkward and ashamed. God, yes. I hadn't even 
watched the footage I'd shot. It 'weirded me out,' as 
they used to say.

I'd even taken to keeping the blinds closed on that side 
of the house, but temptation had been too great and I'd 
peeked through the slats a few times and all I'd seen was 
the light behind their curtained windows. I imagined what 
might be going on behind those windows and had become 
aroused to the point that I'd stood there and splattered 
cum all over my windowsill. It was eating away at my 
mind. I was thinking about it almost nonstop now. It 
interfered with my work and invaded my dreams. If I 
didn't see more soon, I would go nuts.

It was a beautiful summer evening. The day had been hot 
and I'd just come back from a local bar where I'd had a 
couple of Guinness's and shot the breeze with an old red 
nosed wino. I sat on the top step to my porch and looked 
up at the stars. The sky was still too light for more 
than the brightest stars to shine, but it was a pleasant 
way to spend a few minutes. I thought about going out to 
the national park on the weekend so that I could enjoy 
the night sky without the city's ambient lighting, but I 
dreaded facing the crowds that had become prevalent over 
the last decade. 

"Nice evening, huhn, Bob?" A familiar voice said and my 
head whipped down to find Tim standing at the foot of my 
stairs.

She was wearing a formless summer shift and her massive 
ringlets of red hair had been pulled to the back of her 
head and pinned there by a couple of flowered barrettes. 
I studied her full mouth and could see a twinkle behind 
those beautiful grey eyes of hers. I couldn't tell what 
her intent was so I played along.

"Yeah. It'd be even nicer if we could see more stars," I 
said and craned my neck upwards.

I felt her move up next to me and she sat on the same 
step. I glanced over and realized how small she was. I 
could see right over her head. I looked down and realized 
she was studying my face. She smiled at me and I smiled 
back. Neither of us spoke. She turned her head upwards 
and looked at the few stars in the sky. 

"Is that a star?" She asked and pointed to a bright dot 
low on the Eastern horizon.

"I think that's Venus, but I'm not sure," I told her, 
trying to remember my old astronomy lessons.

"Venus? You mean the planet? Wow! I never knew you could 
see any of the other planets without a telescope," She 
said and I felt her move a little closer. 

I could smell her perfume. It was a delicate scent - 
lilac. Her body radiated heat as though she had her own 
power source. I thought I'd be scorched where her bare 
arm rubbed up against mine.

"You know, you've been a very naughty neighbor," she said 
casually as she kept her eyes peering up at the sky. 

I glanced over and felt the heat rise up in my face. 

"I have?" I croaked out.

"Yes you have," she said, looking into my face. "You've 
never invited us over for a drink or anything, and you've 
never accepted our invitations either."

I caught myself before letting out an audible sigh and I 
just swallowed it instead.

"Well. You know how those invitations are. Most people 
just throw them out there and they don't mean anything. 
I'm sorry if I've offended you."

"I understand," she said and smiled that magic smile at 
me. "But, we were serious when we invited you. I think we 
could be good friends if you wanted. I bet you'd like our 
kids too."

I felt my eyes widen as she dropped that last statement 
into my lap. I saw a smile play across her lips and my 
cock gave a lurch in my trousers. I swallowed hard before 
replying.

"I'll have to bear that in mind," I told her and smiled 
back at her. 

My mouth was dry and my lips caught on my teeth so that 
my smile felt awkward. I ran my tongue along the inside 
of my lips and tried again. 

"You know," she said as she stood up. "I've never even 
seen the inside of your house."

I stood up quickly as I realized she was heading for the 
door. I followed her into my house and she stood in the 
living room and looked around.

"I always thought these houses had the same floor plan, 
but they don't. Our front door opens onto the dining 
room."

I shook my head at her comment and was about to tell her 
that if I exchanged the furniture this would be my 
dinning room also, but I thought better of it. I followed 
her through to the dining room and into the kitchen. 

"Well, this looks a lot like my kitchen. Even has the 
same appliances. How about a beer?" She asked and didn't 
wait for me before she whipped open my refrigerator door 
and looked inside for a couple of beers. 

I sucked in a breath as I realized I could see the 
outline of her naked body through the thin material of 
her shift. She stood sideways to the door and looked at 
me. 

"Do you mind?" She asked.

"Not at all. Help yourself," I told her as I tried to 
tear my eyes away from the silhouetted shape of her 
grapefruit sized breasts. 

She reached into the icebox and pulled out a couple of 
Anchor Steams. I pulled a bottle opener from my junk 
drawer and did the honors. I offered her a glass and her 
only reply was to tilt the bottle up to her mouth. I 
watched those full red lips suck on the end of the bottle 
and felt another twinge in my groin. 

"Well, how about a tour of the upstairs?" She asked.

I swallowed again and mumbled an 'okay'. I followed her 
up the stairs. The loosed fitting dress did nothing to 
hide the contours of that great ass. I was beginning to 
envy Roger. I'd always thought of Tim as a bombshell and 
this only reinforced my opinions. We got to the top of 
the stairs and she turned right into the spare bedroom. 
I'd had a friend do the decorating for me and Tim 
expressed her admiration. We walked out and into my den.

"So, this is where the great writer does all his work," 
she said with a tinkle in her voice. 

"Yup," I managed to reply.

"You know," she said as though the thought had just 
crossed her mind. "We use this room as our girls' 
bedroom."

"Do you?" I said and felt like an idiot. 

We were playing a game and I didn't know what the object 
was or even if there was one.

"Uh huhn!" She said nodding. "I bet if these blinds were 
open, you could see right into their room." 

Tim walked over and pulled the cord on my Venetians. The 
slats went horizontal and presented us with a view of her 
house. Amazingly, the curtains in her girls' room were 
open. 

"Oh, look!" She said, turning to me, "you can see over 
there. As a matter of fact, you can see right into their 
room."

I moved up next to her and nodded my head.

"I guess you can. I guess that means that they can see 
over here too," I said, playing along.

"I would imagine," Tim said. "If your blinds were open 
and the lights were on. Otherwise, you'd be pretty much 
invisible."

The statement fell like a ton of bricks. There was no 
mistaking her meaning. I swallowed my discomfort and 
tried to think of something to say.

"Oh, look," Tim said, "there's Kelly."

I looked up and saw the younger of her daughters come 
into the bedroom. The little girl appeared to be naked 
again and she clambered onto the bed and turned to face 
the door. A moment later, the older daughter came running 
in and bounced up onto the bed also. She too appeared to 
be naked.

"Those little imps," Tim said. "I can hardly keep any 
clothes on them. I swear they'd go around naked all the 
time if I let them. Aren't they cute?"

I looked down into Tim's smiling face and nodded. I 
looked back up just in time to see Roger walk into his 
daughters' room. He stood in front of them with hands on 
his hips and I could tell they were talking. Suddenly I 
saw him incline his head our way and the two little girls 
looked over towards my window. The light was on in my den 
and we were plainly visible to them. Both girls turned 
our way and waved to us. 

"Oh look," Tim said, "they can see us." 

Time waved back to them. I raised a hand like an 
animatronics doll and flapped my wrist a couple of times. 
My mind felt like it was all gummed up. The wheels were 
turning, but very slowly. Things were no longer under my 
control. I felt a tugging at my waist and I looked down 
to see Tim unbuckling my belt. I watched like a zombie as 
she unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them. My pants fell 
to the floor and my swollen cock sprung out between us. I 
hadn't even realized that I was hard.

"You naughty man," Tim said as she reached out and 
caressed my shaft. "You don't even have underwear on."

I groaned as her small hand gently stroked my member. She 
was so small that it looked as though a child was playing 
with my cock. She took the beer from my hand and placed 
it on the floor next to hers. She turned back to stroking 
my cock. 

"That is nice," she whispered, "I like big cocks. Do you 
mind?" 

I watched as she went down onto her knees and took my 
cock into her mouth. I stuck an arm out and placed my 
hand on the wall next to the window. I was afraid I might 
fall down. Her mouth was hot and I could feel her tongue 
spread moisture along my shaft and swollen head. I 
suddenly realized that her family could see us and I 
looked over to their house. Her husband and the two girls 
were standing in front of the their window and watching 
us intently.

"This is so much bigger than Roger's. The girls just have 
to try this out," Tim said as she pulled her mouth off, 
but continued to stroke me gently. 

"Uh huhn," I said from within my daze.

Tim stood up and grasping the hem of her shift she pulled 
it up and over her head. She reached up and pulled the 
two barrettes from her hair and the constrained ringlets 
fell about her face and shoulders. She stood with her 
arms akimbo and gave me time to study her body.

"Holy fuck!" I muttered. She had to have the greatest 
body I'd ever seen. Her breasts were impossibly round and 
stuck straight out. Her torso flowed into a slender waist 
and then blossomed out into slender hips. She did a 
little pirouette and I watched that perfectly round ass 
go by. My cock bounced up and down and a strand of precum 
oozed out and stretched down towards the floor.

"You like?" She asked and reached up to tweak her 
nipples.

"That body is a sin," I told her and reached out to pull 
her against me.

She giggled and molded herself against me. I had to bend 
my neck down to meet her lips and it was awkward. I 
reached down and cupped a butt cheek in both hands and 
lifted her up. She wrapped her arms around my neck and 
her tongue pressed past my lips and into my mouth. Her 
kiss was deep and hard and we held it for a long time. 

I thought I was going to pass out from lack of breath. I 
could feel my cock brushing up against her bottom. I was 
having trouble maintaining my balance because my feet 
were tangled in my bunched up pants so I put her down and 
watched her pout those full lips at me. I kicked off my 
shoes and stepped out of my pants. She worked the buttons 
of my shirt and pushed it off of my shoulders. She 
brought her lips to one of my nipples as I struggled to 
get the shirt all the way off. A tingle spread from my 
chest and ran down into my groin. She bit down lightly 
and I said "ow!"

She giggled and moved to the other nipple and repeated 
her actions. 

"I want to do that to you," I told her and pushed her 
face away.

I looked into her face for a moment and realized how 
truly beautiful she was. God had given this woman a lot 
of tools to work with. I wondered how Roger had wound up 
with this woman. She was like a miniature goddess. A 
woman-child. I reached down and picked her up again. She 
laughed and wrapped her legs around my waist. She leaned 
back and offered me her breasts. 

I made a move towards the bedroom and she told me to stay 
by the window. We looked over and found her family still 
standing there and watching. Roger had his cock out and 
one of the girls was stroking it, but I couldn't tell 
which. I stood with us in profile and bent my head down 
to suck a nipple into my mouth. Tim moaned as the turgid 
nubbin rolled about on my tongue. Her aureole were pale 
and her nipples slightly darker. They weren't long but 
they were fat. I teased one erect and then sucked in a 
mouthful of breast. 

She ran her fingers through my hair and pressed my face 
to her chest. I moved over to the other and nibbled on it 
for a while. I could feel her legs squeeze my waist in a 
rhythm. She was aroused and trying to increase her 
pleasure. I put her down again and then knelt down before 
her. Her eyes opened wide and she 'oohed' as I bent 
forward and ran my tongue down her stomach and into her 
pubic hair. She had trimmed her hair and it was a only a 
small short patch at the top of her slit. 

She was so short that I had to bend my neck sideways in 
order to tongue her slit, but she enjoyed it never the 
less. I probed her tight cunt and pushed my tongue past 
the tightly closed lips. I felt a burst of moisture on my 
tongue and savored its delicate flavor. She even tasted 
like a young girl. I ran my tongue up and down and pushed 
it into her vulva. She moaned and shuddered and pressed 
my face into her. I worked my way up and found the 
swollen nubbin that was her clit. She let out a short, 
sharp barking sound as I found the little button and her 
legs quivered. 

"Oh yes!" She moaned. 

I sucked the button into my mouth and nibbled on it. It 
seemed to grow as I teased it. Her moans increased as I 
licked and probed her cunt and she suddenly pushed my 
face away. I looked up and saw that she was taking in 
deep ragged breaths. Her chest heaved and those great 
tits seemed to defy gravity. A light sheen of sweat 
glistened on her skin. She swallowed and shook her head 
at me as I bent down to continue. She reached down and 
tugged on my upper arms. I rose to my feet and towered 
above her. She glanced to the side and looked over to her 
house. I followed her gaze and saw that they were still 
avidly watching.

"Wait," she said and walked over to my desk and pulled 
the chair over to where I was standing. I couldn't 
imagine what she had in mind until she positioned the 
chair and bent over it. She raised her ass to me and 
wiggled it. I looked over to her house and looked at her 
family once again. I felt funny suddenly, knowing she 
wanted me to fuck her while they watched. 

I made up my mind and positioned myself behind her. She 
looked over her shoulder and watched as I grabbed my cock 
and aimed it at her inviting slit. She had her legs 
spread, but her cunt lips were still tightly sealed. I 
pressed the head into her and tried to enter her. I 
couldn't seem to find the opening and I pulled back. I 
watched as she reached down between her legs and spread 
the lips of her sex. I moved forward again and pressed 
the head of my cock into the invitingly moist opening. 

It took more pressure than I could ever remember to slide 
my cock into her. She was so tight, it was like fucking a 
virgin. I hit bottom and still had several inches 
sticking out of her. I pulled back and slowly slid back 
in. I moved slowly at first and allowed her cunt to 
lubricate itself. I started moving a little faster as the 
going got easier and soon I was pumping long strokes in 
and out of her. We both filled my den with groans of 
pleasure.

"So good. So good," Tim kept mumbling.

I changed my rhythm and alternated between long deep 
strokes and slow shallow ones. She would grunt every time 
I pushed all the way to her cervix and she would shove 
her ass back at me. I saw her ass start to quiver after a 
couple of minutes and knew she was close to coming. She 
was moaning constantly now and muttering incoherently. 
She kept shaking her head back and forth and her mass of 
curls would swish from side to side. I grasped her hips 
and started pushing hard into her. She started taking in 
hissing breaths and then she seemed to freeze in place 
for a breath and then she let out a loud scream.

"OH GOD!" She shouted and her body convulsed with her 
orgasm. I held on to her and I think she would have 
collapsed onto the floor if I hadn't. I tried to keep up 
my stroking, but found it impossible so I just drove all 
the way in and held on for dear life. Her small frame 
jerked about like a marionette and I could feel her 
impossibly tight cunt milk my shaft. I hadn't come yet, 
but I wouldn't last much longer. I wanted to continue 
plowing into her, but she suddenly stood up and my cock 
pulled out of her with a 'plop.'

She turned to face me and I could see her face was 
brightly colored and flush. She was gasping for breath 
and pressed a hand between her breasts. She swallowed 
several times and finally spoke.

"That was fucking great. I've never been fucked by a big 
cock before," she said hoarsely.

"Tim," I said, "my cock isn't that big."

She reached down and grasped the slippery organ and 
stroked it gently. 

"It's bigger than Roger's, and his is the only one I've 
ever fucked," she told me and looked up to see how I took 
her statement.

I couldn't believe that this goddess had never been with 
anyone other than her husband. I would have to ask her 
about that, but at the moment I had something else in 
mind, but before I could do anything, she dropped to her 
knees and looked closely at my slimy cock. She smiled and 
stuck out her tongue. She licked up one side and down the 
other.

"Ummmmmm," she moaned, "I taste pretty good."

I chuckled at her statement and my cock bobbed and 
weaved. She grasped it once again and sucked it into her 
mouth. I closed my eyes and moaned. I opened them again 
and remembering her family, I looked over to their 
window. They had turned off their light, but I could 
still see their silhouettes. They watched as their mother 
and wife worked on my swollen cock. She moved her head up 
and down and took most of me into her mouth and throat. 
She was very good and enjoyed what she was doing. She 
seemed to hum as she worked and it sent an extra thrill 
up my spine. She grasped my scrotum and gently fondled my 
balls. She pulled off of my cock and licked her lips. 

"I could do this for hours," she said as she looked up at 
me with a glimmer in her eyes. 

"I would let you," I whispered and she smiled as she bent 
forward again.

She went back to work as she engulfed my cock and pushed 
forward slowly as she worked the entire thing down her 
throat. She reached back and grasped my butt cheeks and 
pulled me into her face. I sighed as I felt her nose push 
into my groin. Damn, she was good. 

She pulled off slowly and then started bobbing up and 
down on me. She moved her right hand further around and I 
felt her slide her fingers into the crack of my ass. She 
felt around for a moment until she found the rosette of 
my asshole and then she pressed a finger into me. I 
grunted as she entered me and felt another twinge of 
pleasure added to the rest. She worked her finger in and 
out of me in tempo with her sucking mouth and I felt the 
surge of cum boiling in my scrotum. 

"I'm going to cum," I managed to moan a moment before it 
actually happened.

"Ummmm," she muttered and redoubled her efforts. 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" I moaned as my ejaculate sprayed the back 
of her throat. 

Her head moved back and forth in long slow motions as she 
milked me dry. My legs quivered and the muscles tightened 
along my spine and force my neck to bow forward. I 
quivered as she continued to suck the juices out of me. I 
rested my hands on top of her curly head and let her have 
her way. She nursed on me until my cock head became too 
sensitive and then I pushed her sucking mouth away. She 
looked up at me with lips pursed and her eyes glazed 
over. I watched as her tongue came out and circled her 
swollen lips. Her eyes cleared and a smile formed on her 
lips.

"Yummmm," she said.

I reached down and pulled her up to her feet. I leaned 
down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. 

"That was great," I told her.

"Ummm hmmmm!" She agreed and she licked her lips again.

She turned to look over at her house and waved. I saw the 
light come on over there and her two daughters waved back 
to us. 

Tim went over and turned off my light and then turned the 
chair so that it faced the window. She patted the seat 
and I frowned and sat down. She sat sideways in my lap 
and wrapped her hands around my neck. I looked over and 
saw Roger taking his clothes off. 

"All we need now is popcorn," Tim said as she squeezed my 
neck. 

I watched stupefied as one of her daughters took her 
husband's cock into her mouth and started to suck on it. 
The other girl lie in bed and played with her hairless 
cunt. You could see Roger's cock swell and soon she was 
sucking on his hard on. He looked over at us and grinned. 

"Doesn't that look like fun?" Tim said.

"Uh huhn," was all I was able to master as I watched the 
show. I felt my cock twitch and it started to swell 
again.

"My god," Tim said as she spread her legs open and looked 
between them at my twitching cock. "Don't tell me that 
thing is ready already!"

"Uh," I muttered, "it's uh.. I guess so."

Tim moved her legs apart and let my cock stick up between 
them. She grasped it in her right hand and stroked it 
slowly as we watched Roger play with his daughters. Kelly 
had joined her sister now and they were both taking turns 
sucking on his cock. I tried to imagine what that would 
feel like.

"Can you imagine what that must feel like?" Tim asked and 
I almost laughed at the parallel thoughts.

"I love the feel of their little tongues as they work on 
my cunt," Tim said and I felt a surge go through my cock. 

She looked at me and smiled. 

"You like it when I talk about it?" 

"I guess," I replied hoarsely.

"Ummmmm! Those little tongues brushing against my clit 
and licking my juicy twat. I can just imagine how Roger 
must feel with those tight little mouths working on his 
cock. Hot little mouths sucking and licking at his shaft. 
Swallowing his precum and looking for more. Their little 
hands stroking his shaft and fondling his balls. Can you 
imagine?"

"Oh yeah!" I groaned as her hand began stroking in 
earnest.

We watched as Roger placed both girls on the edge of the 
bed, facing away from him. We saw him look over at us as 
he lined his swollen cock up with the first little twat. 
I groaned as he pushed forward and into one of his 
daughters. Tim chuckled at my reaction. Tim fiddled with 
my cock for a moment and I looked down to see her bending 
it sideways and aiming it at her cunt. She rose up 
slightly and I felt a sudden warmth as I slid part way 
into her. She lowered herself and sighed. 

I was halfway into her and it felt good even though we 
weren't fucking. Her cunt was tight and warm and it 
throbbed around my cock head. I looked back up and 
watched as Roger stroked into his daughter. We sat like 
that for at least a half hour as Roger alternated between 
one girl and the next. Then he had them get into a sixty-
nine and he would fuck the top girl and then have them 
change places. My cock was throbbing on its own now as it 
burrowed in her fleshy cave.

"Roger's got some staying power," I uttered.

"Ummm hmmmm," Tim moaned as a shudder went through her 
body. "He wears a cock ring," she informed me.

I peered closely, but couldn't see the device from this 
distance. Tim suddenly began to move her hips in short 
little jerks and her breath caught in her throat in short 
little gasps. She let out a moan and her body shuddered 
against mine and she buried her face in my shoulder.

"Man!" She whispered against my neck. "I'm going to have 
to fuck you a lot. I just love that cock. The girls just 
have to try this."

At the mention of her daughters I felt a familiar surge 
in my cock and I once again sprayed into her body. I felt 
her cunt muscles squeeze around my shaft and it was 
delicious.

"Fuck!" I uttered. "What a cunt."

"Ummmmm," she muttered against my neck. "Do you like 
that," she said and caused her cunt to squeeze my shaft 
again.

"Oh, you know I do," I told her and she did it again. 

We looked over to her house again and saw that one of the 
girls was sitting astride Roger and was pumping her 
little twat up and down on his swollen cock. She was 
facing our way and we could see her grinning. I couldn't 
see the other girl and then realized that she was sitting 
on Roger's face and was partially hidden by her sister. 

"Looks like they're having fun," I said.

"It would be even more fun if you would come over some 
night," Tim said and I looked down into her questioning 
face.

"Okay," I said, but I felt a flutter in my stomach. 

I didn't know if I could actually fuck those little 
girls. Watching them do it was different than doing it to 
them. I didn't know if I was capable of doing that. 

"You can just watch if you want," Tim said, apparently 
having read my mind.

I looked at her and she gave me a knowing smile. 

"Or," she said and her cunt squeezed my softening cock 
once again, "you could fuck me while we watched Roger 
doing the girls."

"Okay," I said again and found I had no qualms with that 
suggestion. 

We turned back to find the girls clambering off of their 
father. It looked like the show was almost over. I 
watched Roger do something to his cock and realized her 
was taking off the cock ring. One of the girls bent down 
and took the swollen cock into her mouth and bobbed up 
and down on it for a couple of moments and then she 
pulled off and we could see jets of cum spurt up into the 
air as she stroked her father's cock with her hand. 

"Show must be over," I said, "the fireworks just went 
off."

Tim barked out a laugh and hugged me tighter. We sat 
there for a few more minutes and then she got off of me 
and slid back into her dress. She slipped on her sandals 
and I walked her down the stairs. She stopped me at the 
door and I leaned down to give her a kiss. 

"You better be careful," she said, "you don't want the 
old bag to see you saying good by to me in your 'all 
together.'

I laughed and stood behind the door as I watched the 
small goddess go down my steps and up the walk way to her 
house. I sighed and closed the door. I leaned back and 
thought about the evening's events. It seemed like my 
life had gotten a little more complicated. I wondered 
what the near future would hold. I thought about the 
little girls and my cock twitched. I looked down and 
shook my head.

"Give it a fucking rest will you," I told it and it 
twitched in response.

I ambled back up the stairs and looked over at my 
neighbor's house. I saw Tim enter the kids' bedroom and 
she bent over to tuck them in. She sat on the edge of the 
bed and talked to her daughters for a while. I could see 
her lips move and her head bob up and down as she agreed 
with something one of them said. She looked over at my 
window and it was like she was staring into my eyes. 

She waved to me and then she got up and turned off the 
kid's light and went into her own bedroom. I could see 
her shadow cast upon the curtains of her room and I 
wondered what she was doing in there. I pictured her 
slipping out of her summer dress and sliding that great 
body into bed. 

I imagined Roger taking her into his arms and embracing 
her. I pictured him sliding his cock into her cunt and my 
cum coating its shaft. I suddenly realized that I was 
jealous of him. 

"Fuck!" I muttered as I dragged my chair over to the 
computer desk and turned on the machine. I knew I 
wouldn't be getting any sleep that night.

The End

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not "real life." Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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