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Peeping Tom Punished
by Long Boy Slim (stroker374@aol.com)

***

A teenaged peeping tom is caught by a nasty, fat woman 
and is sexually humiliated. (MF, nc, tor)

***

Ronnie was a freak. At 18, he was still a virgin. That 
was about to change, but he didn’t know.

Ronnie was a pervert. Since he was 14, Ronnie had made 
it a nightly habit to peer into the windows of 
unsuspecting neighbors, watching the women or their 
daughters undress, take baths and even have sex.

You see, he was a handsome lad of about 5’9" very 
muscular packing about 170 pounds on his frame.

But was a special education student who rode the short 
bus to school and was taught in the sheds, or the 
portable trailers. That was his mark for life. He had 
tried everything to get with a girl, but nothing 
worked.

It was 9 p.m., Friday night. All of his friends were 
with their girlfriends getting pussy. He knew it. 
That’s why he was all alone tonight.

Ronnie had tried 11 houses that night, sneaking to the 
bathroom or bedroom windows, hoping to get enough of a 
peek to stand outside and jerk off from. He’d even done 
it at his own house, watching his sister Belinda, or 
his mom, Jackie.

Ronnie’s last choice was the Scott house, a block away 
from his.

As he approached the backyard, Ronnie saw the bathroom 
light was on. He was in luck, he thought. There were 
four girls in this house, aged 14 through 18. He had 
shot so many loads against the wall here, there was a 
brown, funky stain from the accumulations of goo he had 
splashed.

Ronnie approached the window and took the five gallon 
bucket resting near the hose pipe and flipped it over. 
He stood silently, peering through the window.

Ronnie didn’t know it, but the girls were gone for a 
weekend with their father 200 miles away. Alma Scott 
was home alone.

Alma, a short, fat woman who stood 5’5" and weighed 
about 350 pounds, drove buses 10 to 12 hours a day. She 
wasn’t the cleanest woman, sometimes exuding a stench 
that flowed around her body because her ass and thighs 
rubbed together. She was huge.

Alma, just two days prior had noticed the brown stain 
on the wall outside the bathroom. She also had noticed 
the ring on her grass that the white five gallon bucket 
had left. She surmised someone was peeking in, but 
didn’t think much more on it.

Alma walked into the bathroom, shedding her uniform 
onto the floor. She was totally nude now and Ronnie was 
working his small, 5 inch worm real slowly, hoping to 
see some pink before he blasted off.

She leaned over into the bath tub to cut the water on. 
Her huge breasts lay in the water. Now she put in 
bubble bath and fanned it with her hands as her big 
tits flopped to and fro.

Alma got up and placed her foot onto the toilet so she 
could pull off her socks. Now she pulled off her 
panties. They looked a mess with a long, dark shit 
stain running the length of her wide ass crack. The 
crotch was all filled with dried, caked up menstrual 
blood. To the average woman, these panties would have 
been tossed.

But nasty Alma, with short, dirty blond hair, a large 
hairy wart on the left side of her nose and slightly 
brown teeth, was used to it.

But Alma caught a glimpse of light from the window and 
saw Ronnie’s eye peering in. It all started to make 
sense now.

But instead of yelling or screaming, she had a plan.

"Oh, let me go and get my soap," she said aloud, 
excusing herself and hoping the peering eye of the 
person invading her privacy wouldn’t leave his post.

Had Ronnie smelled Alma or had a clear view of her 
nasty panties, he would have vomited, then ran home at 
such a nasty sight.

Alma closed the door and went to her bedroom, placed on 
a robe and retrieved her .38 snub-nosed revolver. She 
walked out of her front door to surprise the peeping 
tom.

She eased around the side of the house with the pistol 
cocked in case the pervert tried to run. She was now 
five feet away from the guy who stood squatted down on 
the white bucket, intently staring into the window and 
slowly jerking his small, five inch, thin dick with his 
right hand.

"Hold it right there motherfucker," Alma whispered.

Ronnie wanted to run, but threw up his hands when he 
saw the pistol pointing in his face.

"Ms. Scott!" Ronnie said.

"You? You perverted motherfucker! Ronnie, you’ve been 
peeping in my window at me and my daughters! I ought to 
shoot the shit out of you, you som-bitch!" she said. 
"Or better yet, I ought to call your parents right now.

Ronnie begged and pleaded so quickly that Alma started 
to laugh. Then, looking at his hard dick, she had a 
sinister plan.

"Get to moving through that door," Alma said, pointing 
with the pistol to her backdoor.

Ronnie opened it and stepped in.

Alma held the pistol to his back, controlling his 
steps.

"Stop," she said as she walked by the refrigerator, 
reaching inside to grab a six pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon 
beer.

"You drink boy? She asked.

"Well... I," Ronnie stuttered.

"Well, you gone need one tonight when I get through 
with your ass. You can bet that," Alma said, popping 
the top on a beer and guzzling it down on the spot. She 
tossed that can onto the counter and handed Ronnie one, 
urging him to drink.

As Ronnie sipped the beer, Alma dropped her robe and 
kicked off the lime green house shoes that were filthy 
in the bottom.

Ronnie smelled a funk like he had never experienced. 
Alma’s bloody pussy and her asshole smelled like 
sardines left in the sun for four days that had been 
mixed with rotten eggs and shit. She stunk!

Walk with me boy," Alma said, making her way to the 
bedroom.

Alma laid down her pistol and pulled six or seven large 
towels from the closet. She arranged the towels onto 
the bed in layers.

Now she laid her huge ass down on the bed, placing the 
pistol on the opposite pillow.

"Why you standing there looking? Get busy eating pussy 
or get shot!"

Ronnie wanted to puke. Alma knew it. Her huge pussy was 
bleeding. She removed the bloody tampon and dropped it 
into the garbage can next to her bed. Ronnie froze, not 
knowing whether to bolt from the room, or do as she 
commanded.

He had a choice. Risk getting shot if he didn’t, or 
having Alma tell his parents. He knew his dad would 
kick his ass unmercifully if he knew his son was a 
peeping tom.

Ronnie sat on the edge of the bed, dropping his face 
down toward this huge, stinking, bleeding cunt. The 
smell made him want to vomit as he stared into the 8 
inch long crevice whose black hair was matted with 
dried blood.

Alma opened her legs wide, placed a pillow beneath her 
ass and said, "Get going bub!"

Ronnie licked one time and pulled his head up, looking 
at Alma with puppy dog eyes that begged, "Please don’t 
make me."

No luck.

Alma pushed his head back down between her legs and 
said, "stick your whole tongue in there boy."

Ronnie started licking. First he had to force his 
tongue through the matted up hair, caked with menstrual 
blood. The blood tasted horrible as the thick hair 
grinded into his tongue.

Alma started to squirm around and say, "Oh yea. Hell 
yea. Lick it boy."

Without warning, Alma started grunting, pulling her 
stomach up, so she could look at the head of the boy 
eating her nasty cunt.

"Hot damn!" Alma said, as cum gushed into Ronnie’s 
mouth.

Yep. Alma was a gusher. When she cummed it came in 
volumes. It was a liquid squirt that seemed like piss 
it was so heavy. But it had a consistency of oil, and 
it tasted salty to Ronnie. He continued on, licking, 
bringing her to orgasm after orgasm.

Alma glanced at the clock as she weakened. She had 
cummed seven times in 56 minutes.

Alma pushed Ronnie’s head out from between her meaty 
thighs and sat up on the edge of the bed. Ronnie’s dick 
was purple and the veins stood out. It was the smallest 
dick she had ever seen. Alma opened another beer, 
swallowed it down and stared at Ronnie again, this time 
laughing uncontrollably.

"Ever eat asshole boy?" Alma asked.

Ronnie didn’t answer, sitting there on his knees in the 
bed, face bloody, the blood and cum covering his tan 
tee-shirt and the front of his pants.

Alma gobbled down a second beer and belched. She got 
onto her knees and elbows in the bed, telling Ronnie to 
lick her crack.

Ronnie was so horny that he obliged right away, putting 
his face into her ass, licking it. Then he stopped. The 
hair around her crack was filled with little balls of 
shit. They looked like bb’s, dangling from the hairs 
around her anus.

"Can I wash it first," Ronnie asked.

Alma turned around grinning.

"Wash it with your fuckin’ tongue boy," she said.

Ronnie began again, licking around the asshole.

"Put your tongue inside it boy," Alma barked.

Ronnie grabbed her huge ass and opened it as wide as he 
could. He began licking the crack, then poking his 
tongue inside it.

Within minutes, Alma moaned and cummed again. This time 
Ronnie rubbed her pussy as he licked her ass.

The feelings were too much for Alma and she cut loose 
with orgasm number 9.

"Come on and fuck me now boy. That’s what you want, 
ain’t it?"

Ronnie quickly dropped his pants and stuck his dick 
straight into Alma’s huge pussy.

Ronnie was working with all he had, trying to find a 
wall., a crevice to get his dick into to create some 
friction. It was no use. Alma’s pussy was so big it was 
like fucking a barrel of water with his very thin 5-
incher.

Alma knew it because she could feel him just slightly. 
She wanted a substantial dick, like that of her 
children’s father, or the black man, Willie Johnson, 
who came over from time to time and filled her deep, 
hot hole with that long, hard black dick.

"Stick it in my crack boy. Go on," Alma said.

Ronnie didn’t need to hear it twice. Ronnie rose a 
little higher as Alma rested her head on her hands, 
staring into the mirror to see his entry.

Bam! right in his dick went. Ronnie began thrusting 
away in her asshole. It was much tighter than her 
pussy. As he thrust into the ass, the smell of feces 
filled his nostrils. He didn’t care. He needed to cum 
and cum now. Ronnie’s grip on the handles of Alma’s ass 
tightened as he prepared to cum.

"Ooooh. Ooooh," Ronnie howled as he cut loose his load, 
clutching Alma’s ass even tighter now, reducing the 
length of his stroke and rolling his dick around in the 
puckered brown hole. Alma cummed again. It was number 
10 for the night, after two hours and 27 minutes that 
they had been at this.

Ronnie’s dick remained hard and he started again, 
thrusting into her ass as Alma started babbling.

"Oooh boy. That feels good. You love my old asshole, 
don’t you," she said.

Ronnie wasn’t saying a word, focusing his eyes on his 
dick as it slammed in and out of her wrinkled ass. It 
was shit stained, drawing out the brown fluid from her 
crack, which ran onto her pussy as he jammed in and out 
of Alma.

Seven minutes had gone by and his thrusting got more 
intense. They both cummed and Ronnie lay his head on 
Alma’s back.

They both breathed hard to catch their breath, their 
bodies sweating like hell.

Alma was so weak now that she could hardly move. She 
needed to feel once more, that long tongue licking her 
asshole.

"Baby you got to lick it clean now," Alma said, with 
dreamy eyes looking at Ronnie.

Ronnie licked her ass, taking up the cum he had 
planted. It was stained with shit and smelled like 
shit. But he didn’t care. He had gotten his first fuck 
with a woman. It wasn’t the pussy, but he had cummed 
twice.

As Ronnie licked her asshole and tongued it, Alma 
released a fart that cleared her bowels. A small turd 
and the remainder of Ronnie’s cum flowed free.

"Eat it dammit," she commanded. Ronnie did as he was 
told, licking the foul tasting mixture and holding his 
breath long enough to swallow the 3-inch turd.

"You gone need something to wash it down with boy. So 
suck my pussy...my whole pussy while I piss," she 
commanded, as she flipped over and once again lay on 
her back.

Ronnie stuck his mouth over Alma’s pussy and started to 
suck the entire hole, like he was trying to extract 
something.

Alma held his head firmly in place as she pissed and 
Ronnie swallowed every salty drop. Then a clot of  
menstrual blood broke free.

"Eat it you nasty ass, shit eating, pussy sucking, 
peeping tom ass, sorry motherfucker," Alma barked, as 
Ronnie struggled to swallow that nasty, stinking blood 
clot.

"Now put your clothes on and get the fucking, hell out 
of my damn house. You sorry som-bitch get your ass out 
of my fucking house before I shoot you," Alma said. 
"And if I ever catch your motherfucking ass looking 
through my windows again, I’ll put the police in this 
shit after I kill you motherfucker."

Ronnie put on his pants and drawers and asked if he 
could wash up.

"Hell, fucking n’all, you motherfucker. Wash up at 
home," Alma said as she sat on the edge of the bed, too 
weak from the orgasms to lift her huge body.

"And you lock my damn door when you leave you nasty 
motherfucker," she said.

When Ronnie closed the door, Alma laughed, tossed the 
heavily stained towels to the floor and laid back, 
instantly falling asleep. She had never cummed so much. 
She was completely drained and immediately started to 
snore.

As Ronnie walked out of the house, his first step into 
the streets, fresh air into his nostrils, he vomited 
violently. After clearing his stomach he observed the 
mess that he was.

His face, his clothes, covered in shit, piss, cum and 
dark red blood. He stunk worse than any dead animal he 
had ever smelled. There was nothing left in his stomach 
to puke out anymore. But the reflexes kept hitting him, 
making him imitate the motion though his heaves were 
dry. His stomach hurt. His head ached. His neck and 
back were sore from being locked into the pussy licking 
position for so long.

Ronnie knew he needed to sneak into the house and dump 
his items into the washing machine quickly. It was just 
about midnight. Everyone should be asleep, Ronnie 
thought as he quietly entered the house through the 
backdoor, holding it firm as the high winds howled.

Ronnie stepped in and his parents straightaway stepped 
around the corner, drawn into the kitchen by the putrid 
smell that the wind had blown into their bedroom, just 
near the kitchen.

They all locked stares at each other as his parents 
yelled, "Ronnie!"

Yep. They knew now, their son was a freak.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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