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Voyeurs
by Anonymous (1996)
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Roommates romp. (MF, affair, voy)
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Marty tiptoed through the corridor, not wanting to
disturb anyone in the household. It was nearly
midnight, and he fully expected his roommate Jenny, to
be asleep. But, as he rounded the corner, he saw light
emitting from under her door.
Suddenly, he wanted to talk to her, although usually
that was a concept that he really didn't like. He
wished at times that he hadn't answered the ad for a
roommate, particularly when Jenny went off on one of
her egotistical diatribes. And yet, now he really
wanted to talk to her.
He tapped lightly on her door, but almost inaudibly,
being that he didn't want to attract attention to
himself from the other occupants. He wasn't ready to
start answering questions about why he was so late.
Jenny wasn't answering, but then again she probably
couldn't hear him, either. Then he remembered how he
could get her attention without the risk of waking
anyone else.
Since his room was adjacent to Jenny's, and there was
only one level to the house, he was able to leave his
room via the window, and knock on her window and none
would hear. He went into his room and went out the
window. Unfortunately, her window was closed, but why
would the shutters be open at midnight? He was about to
knock on the wooden shutters, arm raised, when he
noticed something.
There was a small hole in the shutters, and for just a
second, he saw Jenny. He held his fist in the air as he
saw that she was preparing for bed. Sitting on the bed,
her jeans half pulled off, she was massaging her feet.
She drew her legs onto the bed, and slid the jeans off.
The hole was too small and the angle was off, but he
could still see enough to know how shapely her legs
were.
Instantly, he felt guilty. He tiptoed as best as he
could back into his room, and stood there for a second.
He thought about what he had seen, and then thought
that he probably wouldn't have an opportunity like this
again, so he climbed back out the window, and tiptoed
carefully to hers.
He looked for her on the bed, but she wasn't there. A
little disappointed, he started to turn to leave, when
he saw her standing with her back to him. She was
looking in the closet for something to wear. As she
stood there, he watched her as her hands absent-
mindedly roamed over her body. Her long fingernails
slid easily underneath the elastic of her panties, and
she pulled the light blue silk material out from
between her buttocks. Her fingers began to trace around
her hips, and as she felt her inner thigh, she looked
down from the closet. Briefly, she put both hands
between her legs.
Then, she reached up and grabbed a sweatshirt. She
turned and walked over to the bed. Facing the window,
unaware of her voyeur, she took off her shirt. She
traced her fingernails down her neck, and then
unclasped her bra. Her breasts fell free, and Marty was
surprised to realize that he was looking at the body as
he had never seen before. He was even more surprised to
find out that she was perfectly proportioned.
She closed her eyes, and cupped her breasts in her
hands. Marty could tell she was exciting herself, as
her nipples drew taught. With one finger on each
nipple, she caressed underneath lightly. She then
opened her eyes, and walked around the bed.
For one fleeting instant, Marty thought she had seen
him, and worried that she was going to open the
shutters and expose him. Instead, he moved to another
split in the wood, and saw that she was preening
herself in the glass, wearing only the blue panties.
She placed her hands on her flat stomach, and stood on
her tiptoes. She pivoted on one foot, and faced the
glass.
Marty saw her hands snake down her legs, and then come
up between her thighs. One hand felt over her breasts,
while the other traced down the elastic of the panties
between her torso and her thigh. Just as it reached
dead center, she turned and walked back to the bed. She
lifted the sweatshirt she had chosen up over her head,
and picked up a pair of shorts.
A little disappointed that Jenny stopped herself, Marty
returned to his room. He closed his shutters almost all
the way, but leaving them open a crack. The heat was
on, and his room had the habit of becoming a sauna.
He went out into the hallway, and knocked on Jenny's
door. She invited him in and they talked briefly for a
while, then Jenny made it clear she wanted to go to
sleep. Marty left, still thinking about what he had
seen.
He turned on the lamp next to his bed. It was softer
than the main light, and cast dark shadows throughout
the room. The streetlight from outside shone in a long
vertical strip on the wall.
Marty took off his pants, and pulled off his socks. He
pulled off his rugby, and stood at the foot of his bed
in his briefs. He pulled them down to his ankles, and
kicked them off, then he stretched, clasping his hands
together over his head.
"It's cold outside, isn't it?" he asked. When he got no
response, he walked over to the window, and threw open
the shutters, almost knocking over Jenny.
"Please come in," he said. "It's kinda cold standing
here nude."
Jenny walked in through the window, stunned. "How did
you know I was there?" she asked, incredulous.
"You blocked the light of the streetlamp," Marty said,
indicating the light on the wall. He turned to face
her, his dick saluting in the air. "Do you like what
you came to see?" he asked.
She nodded. He stepped forward, and kissed her. He
pulled off her sweatshirt, and once more her breasts
fell where he could see them. He cupped them with his
hands, as he had seen her do it. She pushed down her
shorts, and stepped out of them. She rested one hand on
his ass, and took his stiff prick in her hand. She
lifted one leg and wrapped it around him.
He felt his hardness briefly touch her wet center, and
he jumped a little.
She rested the head against her soft hole, and moved
her hand to his chest. Still, they kissed. Her tongue
explored his mouth, and his hands supported her against
his body.
And then a strange thing happened.
At least, it was strange for Marty; it had never
happened before to him.
With one leg lifted and wrapped around Marty, Jenny's
opening twisted just enough to let Marty's head enter a
little. With surprising ease, the bulbous head slid
into Jenny's warmth, and then stopped. Neither one of
them pushed or pulled, but remained as they were.
Marty continued to massage Jenny's breasts, which
heaved under his gentile touch. Marty leaned forward,
and nibbled on Jenny's ear. He began kissing her neck,
and Jenny began to feel the strain on her leg. Soon,
she would have to lead him to the bed, or rather simply
fall on it, since it was right behind him. Still, there
was something she wanted to do.
With surprising strength, she lifted her leg even more,
and caught her ankle with her opposite hand,
effectively entrapping Marty. By doing so, she felt
Marty's shaft start to slide into her. This time, she
pulled her leg towards him, pushing him all the way
into her up to the hilt. Just then, she felt her leg
give. They fell backwards onto the bed.
Jenny's leg behind Marty acted as a lever, forcing him
into her even more. The base of his shaft spread her
lips wider, and Jenny felt a pleasure/pain surge
through her core. Marty sat up, and took Jenny's breast
in his mouth. He flicked his tongue along the underside
of the nipple. With each pass of the tongue, she
gasped. Using her leg as a lever, she lifted herself
off of him, and then pulled herself back down onto his
rod.
Lifting herself off again, she felt the head quiver
just at the sensitive entrance to her body. She tried
to control her body enough to squeeze only the head,
but it was too wet. It kept sliding either inside of
her, or falling just outside of her lips. And yet, she
could tell that Marty was enjoying it; he fell back on
his back, and closed his eyes with his mouth wide open,
gulping air.
Then, at that point, her lips grabbed a hold of the
head. Jenny groaned as she felt the waves of ecstasy of
the hard bar solidly kept within her sensitive grasp.
If her eyes had been open, she would have seen Marty's
eyes nearly fall out.
Like a hawk, she swept down on him again, feeling the
burning hardness of the intruder as it slid against her
inner walls. Already, her breathing was becoming
labored and difficult. She looked at Marty, and knew
that he was doing his best just to stay conscious. She
smiled as she understood that she controlled him.
She pumped him into her several times, until he was
pushing into her with an increasing rhythm. His
breathing began to get very loud, and his rod began to
quiver. All at once, she pulled off of him, hovering
precariously. His prick wavered in the air, pulsating
with each heartbeat. He looked at her, as if she were
mad.. She simply smiled. He looked for a way to move,
but with her leg around him, he was hopelessly trapped.
At that point, she swallowed him again, and then
released him. He clasped one hand over his eyes,
resigned to his torture. Down, and then quickly back up
again, he was beginning to feel frustrated, as each
plunge into her was leaving him worse off instead of
better.
Once more she swallowed him whole, and then hovered
above him. Quickly, before she could set her balance,
he pushed her onto her back on the bed.
"Now it's your turn," he said with a malicious grin. He
opened the drawer to his bedside bureau, and picked out
two ties. Quickly, and forcibly, he tied her to the
bedpost.
Slowly, he kissed her breasts, then ravaged them. He
sucked gently on her nipples, then nibbled on them
softly. She began to write and fight her bounds. Marty
put one hand on her thigh, and began caressing the
skin, coming ever so close to her center, but refusing
to touch her there.
Then, he knelt before her, and kissed her inner thigh.
Then he moved to the other thigh, a little higher up,
and kissed there. He ran his tongue down the crevice
between her inner thigh and her pouting lips. Still,
maddeningly, he would not kiss her there. She tried to
move her hips so that he would have to kiss her there,
but he wouldn't let her do that.
Gently, he flicked his tongue through her hair, pulling
softly at it with his teeth. That way, through the
tension caused by the pulling of her hair, she felt her
skin moving. Unfortunately, it made her worse off than
before, just like her antics made Marty suffer.
"Please," she whispered.
"What?" he asked, even though he knew exactly what she
had said.
"Please," she repeated.
"Please what?" he grinned.
"Please eat me," she swallowed hard.
Marty flattened his tongue, and dove into her sex. As
the first wave of relief flowed over her, Jenny sighed.
Then she began to move her hips in motion with Marty's
tongue.
Marty curled his tongue around her clit, and flicked
the tip rapidly over it. The ties strained as she
pulled involuntarily at her constraints, groaning.
Marty began to suck, and alternately flick his tongue
over her hole and clit. Jenny began thrusting back into
Marty's face.
"Ohh," she cried. "I think I'm coming."
Think? Marty asked to himself. He quickened his pace,
and Jenny thrust back at his mouth with more and more
force.
"Ohhh," Jenny cried again.. "Marty, fuck me!!"
Marty crawled up to her, and swiftly entered her.
Indeed, she was already coming, her muscles squeezing
and pulling violently at his rod. He thrust into her
several times, and felt the familiar rush flow from
between his legs, through his shaft, and into her.
Jenny nearly doubled over, prevented only by her
constraints, when the warm fluid hit her full force.
Slowly, they slowed their rhythm, and Marty released
Jenny's bonds before collapsing on her chest.
He looked up at her, and she smiled back. Maybe his
decision to answer the ad wasn't so bad after all.
END
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