Part one

Doug sat at his oval mahogany desk and logged into his favourite sex chat site. Wilma the Whore was on line, as he had expected the slut to be. He typed her a fast hello and asked her if she was as horny as usual. Her answer was immediate and direct: "I'm dripping wet and need a cock bad." Wilma was the sleaziest slut Doug had ever come across and he found her too vulgar at times but he did enjoy her conversation, stupid as it was occasionally.

Doug typed: "Speaking of jerking off, I was on your site the other day and I LOVE the new pictures. You slut!!! Fucking yourself with that huge cucumber!!! I know you haven't even got the full-sized pictures up, but I got so horny seeing the new images that I jerked off looking at the thumbnails. Also saw the one pic where you're sitting there holding up a print from one of the picture sets I put together for you. You'd love to be that little slut, wouldn't you? All tied up and sucking that huge cock? I'd love to be there with you, watching your red lips slide down that huge flesh pole, fucking you up your tight little ass while I played with your clit, making you come over and over with my cock in your ass and the other huge cock in your mouth. We would make you kneel, then both stand over you and jack off all over your face, cover you with hot seed, spew hot jets of come all over your cheeks, your lips, your tits. Then make you play with your clit until you come hard one more time, watching the come dripping down your face, telling you what a slut, what a sweet come-covered whore we've turned you into. Hope this gives you something to think about, my sweet. Tell me about the fantasies that pop into your head when you look at that picture."

Now that was too long of a sentence for a dumb broad like her, and Doug knew it, but he was curious to see how she would handle such a "complex" thought. As he waited for her reply, he started thinking of his neighbour Samantha. He imagined her as he had seen her that morning.....he imagined the things he's like to say to her, do to her...his daydreaming slowly took form as Wilma typed her wanton obscenities into cyber space, where no one could hear them.

My sweet Samantha, as always you look over with a friendly smile and wave hello and I the same. I have seen you hundreds of times as I do yard work in our quaint little neighborhood but today something seemed slightly off kilter. Your usual wholesome, housewife image seemed to be a little on edge. A little bit of "Mrs. Cleaver after a rough night out." Your perfectly styled hair had a tinge of vampiness I hadn't seen before. Wild yet still under control. Your eyes covered with a bit heavier touch of shadow along with your rouge and lipstick. Your crisp white-collared shirt looked soft and limp and dare I say slightly wrinkled. It wasn't buttoned as far as normal either and when you bent down to get a garment from the basket I could almost see cleavage. The apron which usually was in such alignment with the the rest of your garments that I swear you used a carpenter's chalkline when dressing, was twisted today. You also seemed to have exchanged your flouncey full skirt for a daring above the knee skirt that was short enough to show much of your shapely thighs. So I guess there really is an attractive body in there I thought to myself. But above all that, the real give away was your facial expressions. I watched closely while you hung the clothes on the line, your eyes glazed just a bit and lidded. Your long and heavy lashes fluttering as I saw you gasp slightly upon release of each and every clothes pin. Your hands trembled as you brought up each wooden device squeezing it, opening its mouth to do its job. I found myself aroused realizing the sexual aura that was emanating from fro you. My mind was twisted with emotions. This is my neighbor Samantha whom is the picture of good clean living, who always cleans, cooks and takes care of her man like a Mother does for a son. I couldn't even imagine her having sex and then if so, only in the missionary position and never anything deviant.

Part two

A small, bedside lamp was turned on as Samantha sat up at the edge of the bed holding her head in her hands. Was she sick or restless? I think maybe she was wrestling with herself over what is right and what is wrong. Like she was wanting to do something but wasn't sure because she had been brought up to "ignore silly feelings" never touching yourself unless it was with a wire brush and lye soap. She threw herself back onto the bed frustrated, yanking the cover over herself; but, I think the sexual urges were winning her over as she closed her eyes and hand movement began underneath the sheet. Her hot wet tongue pushed through and parted her sweet lips as her eyes remained closed. Soon both hands moved delicately and deliberately over her body, causing her legs to move as well. She licked her lips as I saw a hand squeeze her breast, her mouth parting with pleasure. The heat was building as the cover was kicked aside exposing her long silken gown and beautiful, shapely legs. Her hands slid freely as she soaked in the sensations. Oh, my. There comes a sweet tit out from under its hiding place. So big and firm and round. My mouth watered as the other quickly followed. That sweet little tramp was so hot for herself that she even began to lick her own nipples. My cock stained to be freed so I did. My underpants were soaked with precum she had me so worked up. I stroked my thick cock as I steadied the binoculars as best I could.

Samantha then lifted her legs letting the silken material slide up her lovely thighs. Both hands palmed her engorged soaked pussy. Look at that thatch of fucking hair. Look at how wet she is. Her hands sldie down her the insides of her thighs and I then saw her erect clit. So hard and thick. I'd give anything to suck on that sweet bud. Thank you Samantha for setting up your bedroom the way you did or I'd never see anything. She gasped and squealled as she touched her clit for the first time with one hand and stuffed a few fingers in her dripping wet hole. I swear I could hear her wetness. Holy shit she's getting herself off. Look at her pump herself while she flicks that hard fucking clit of hers. I could softly hear her as she climbed her way to her first orgasm and I too. She lifted her hips off the bed as she crammed her hands and fingers hard against and into herself thrusting into the air. I too erupted as huge thick ropes of cum shot against the cold tile. I hadn't cum that hard since I was a teen. I quickly got back to the binoculars in time to see her lay softly, almost lifeless with legs flaired. Her whole bottom was saturated with her nectar. I think i see it running down her thighs?!

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