I couldn’t believe I was licking an ass hole. Not the smooth pink anus of the cute redhead I’d just been tonguing, but the brown puckered hole of her boyfriend or husband. It tasted bitter and earthy, similar to the cute redhead’s, but different; more masculine in some way, I guess. The worst part was how, even though I felt a certain level of disgust, I was still sporting a rigid boner, my face, neck, and shoulders flushed with arousal.
I wanted to attribute it to the fact that the redhead with the thick short hair was naked, her plump pear-shaped breasts hanging heavily from her chest, and that I’d just had my face buried between the firm meaty cheeks of her ass. But this was different. This was a guy’s nasty ass hole I was worming my stiffened tongue up into. I should have been pulling away in disgust, instead of trying to work it in deeper in response to his lustful gasps and moans. The redhead had a hand against the back of my head, insisting I don’t stop, but the humiliating truth was her efforts to stop me from pulling back weren’t necessary. There was a perverse part of me that wanted to see how deep I get my tongue up inside his twitching hole.
They were both at least ten years younger than me. But I was the pathetic thirty-six year old virgin they’d caught peeking through their window as they’d been getting undressed for bed, so I felt far more like a naughty thirteen year old boy. The man, who was a good five inches taller than me and outweighed me by at least forty pounds, had dragged me into the bedroom through the door that led out onto the back patio, while the woman had picked up her phone to call the police.
Much to my relief, she’d paused when I began pleading for mercy. They wanted to have me arrested, but when I’d started to sob and swore I’d do absolutely anything if they didn’t, the cute redhead had exchanged a smirk with the guy then informed me I could start off by stripping naked and licking her dirty ass hole. Now I was kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed, with the guy lying on his back, knees pulled up to his chest and backside thrust out over the edge of the mattress, his pale butt-cheeks spread wide.
I trembled with my face buried between the musty crack, as the redhead knelt down beside me then reached down to grip the short thin pole of swollen flesh jutting down from between my legs.
“The filthy perv likes it, ” she said. “His little weenie is as stiff as an iron rod.”
The guy yanked my head back by a fistful of my thinning hair, as he sat up and lowered his legs. “It that right you depraved little fuck?” he asked. “Do you get off on tonguing my dirty shit-chute?” I just stared at him, so he gave me a sharp slap across the side of the face. “I asked you a question bitch!”
“Y-yes!” I blurted. “Yes... I... I do!”
“Yes I do Sir, ” he corrected and slapped me again.
My cheek burned and my eyes welled up with tears; yet I found myself looking down at the half-erect cock hanging down between the his legs. It wasn’t even fully aroused and it was already longer and thicker than mine. The sight of it scared me, but also filled me with a shameful thrill. I couldn’t help but wonder how loudly I could get him to gasp and moan if I started to lick the swelling organ as well. Horrified that I’d have such a thought, I tried to push up off my knees, but he clamped a hand to my shoulder to force me down.
“Grab me one of your scarves babe, ” he said.
The redhead handed him one she pulled from a dresser drawer and he used it to tie my wrists tightly together behind my back then tossed me onto the mattress on my side.
“I’m sorry!” I cried. “I should never have tried to spy on you. I swear I’ll never do it again, just let me go home, please!”
“Forget it, ” she said. “You’re not going anywhere until you’ve learned a proper lesson.” She turned to her boyfriend/husband. “Hold him down, while I go get my hairbrush. The horny faggot has earned himself a good hard spanking.”
I squirmed and whimpered, as the redhead disappeared into the attached bathroom, Sir pinning me to the bed with ease. He bent his head down so his mouth was next to my ear.
“Uh oh, looks like you’ve really gotten yourself into trouble now, haven’t you?” he asked. “I bet you wish you’d picked some other house to play Peeping Tom at tonight.”
I did. The truth was, I’d lurked outside the windows of numerous other homes in the suburban neighborhood over the years, watching intimate acts and jerking off. But when the young couple had moved into the house up on the hill, I’d become obsessed with seeing the petite redhead naked. Tonight was the night I’d finally worked up the nerve to wait until just after midnight before sneaking into their backyard.
“No, no, no!” I exclaimed in panic, as the young woman returned holding a wooden hairbrush with a wide smooth back.
“Shut him up, ” she said and handed the man the pair of purple panties she’d left lying on the floor, which he quickly stuffed into my mouth. “Who is this loser anyway; does he live close.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen him before, ” he replied, as he rolled me over onto my stomach. “I’m pretty sure he lives one street over and rents a little in-law apartment someone built over their garage. I was told he’s pretty much of a recluse, but I guess he sneaks out at night to jerk-off outside people’s windows.”
Sadly, his assessment was quite accurate. I’m far too awkward and anxious to establish normal social relationships. Finding a sexual partner was all but impossible. At one point I worked up the nerve to contact an online prostitute, but when she arrived at my hotel door I’d panicked and pretended I wasn’t there. Resigned to the fact I’d always remain a virgin, I’d compensated with vast amounts of online porn. But eventually, it hadn’t been enough and I’d started seeking out real people in real time to watch, even if through a pane of glass.
The spanking was brutal. I squirmed and twisted, as the cute redhead flattened the plump hairless moons of my ass again and again with the back of the brush. Each swat landed with stinging force, echoing like a gunshot with the impact of the unyielding wood against with my soft vulnerable flesh. He kept me pressed flat against the mattress, while she sat on my legs to prevent me from kicking. She swung the brush with merciless efficiency, seeking out fresh patches of skin to target with each stroke until the entire surface of both rounded globes were glowing bright pink. Then she started all over again, attacking the already burning mounds with a fresh round of vicious swats.
I spat out the panties about hallway through, but they didn’t bother to replace them, allowing me to scream and sob uncontrollably. The yards in the neighborhood were large and theirs was located up on the top of the hill, so they weren’t worried about anyone hearing.
I had no choice but to endure the relentless onslaught.
* * *
I was lying on the floor to the side of the bed, arms still tied behind my back. A second scarf had been tied around my ankles for good measure and the panties stuffed back into my mouth to stifle my sobs, which I was finally starting to bring under control. The redhead had delivered at least fifty brutal spanks from the brush perhaps closer to sixty I’d lost count somewhere around thirty. I’d imagined that once the beating was concluded they’d let me get dressed and leave, but clearly they thought I still had more of a lesson to learn.
On my side with my knees drawn up, my hands were able to gently cup the hot throbbing curves of my swollen buttocks. The vicious sting emanating from the battered skin was relentless, and felt as if it would never subside. Even so, I listened intently to the soft moans and sighs coming from the mattress. I could hear passionate kissing, low grunts, and a few sudden gasps, as they moved together on the bed. I was shocked that they’d given me a ruthless thrashing discarded me onto the floor and were now apparently making love, but also enthralled.
I gasped as a hand grabbed me by the hair. “Hey you, ” the redhead said, and I struggling to get up onto my knees as she tried to yank me up. “Climb on up here.”
I finally made it up to my knees and as I was fighting to rise up to my feet, Sir’s hand grabbed by upper arm and hauled me up then over onto the mattress.
“Are you going to be stupid enough to try and make a run for it?” he asked.
“If you do, we’ll catch you and give you another round with the hairbrush, ” the redhead added.
“No, no I won’t Sir, ” I sputtered.
“Better not, ” he warned then untied the scarves from my wrists and ankles. “Katie wants you to watch, so kneel down there at the foot of the bed and be a good little pervert.”
I obeyed, still issuing an occasional hitching sob, my sore buttocks throbbing. The glass door leading to the patio was maybe fifteen feet away, but I doubted I could make it halfway there before Sir grabbed me and threw me back on the bed. Even if I made it outside, the chances of making it out of the yard were slim. But if the odds were ten-to-one in my favor, I still wouldn’t have taken the risk, not when the consequences for failure were so severe. At the moment I didn’t feel as if I could endure even ten more swats from the brush, let alone fifty or more.
“Aw, look at that, ” the redhead � Katie � said from where she sat beside Sir at the head of the bed. “His little boner wilted away.” She looked at me. “What happened to the horny perv who was peeking in our window?”
“I... I... I don’t know, ” I stammered.
“Call her Miss Katie, ” Sir scolded.
“I don’t know Miss Katie, ” I corrected myself.
“Well, I want you to get it back, ” she said. “Make that little dick hard for me again.”
I gaped at he, my face flushed red.
“You heard her, ” Sir said. “You better have a stiff boner in the next minute or I’m going to take a turn paddling your sorry ass.”
Mortified, I reached down to pinch the withered organ between my thumb and finger and started to tug, panicked at the thought of Sir wielding the wicked brush. Unfortunately, fear and panic were hardly helpful in getting an erection. Then Miss Katie reached over to take Sir’s partially erect cock in her hand and started to stroke.
“Go on, ” she said. “Show me how stiff you can make that little baby dick when you’re watching a real man’s cock get hard.”
My swollen ass cheeks still felt like they were on fire. I remained frightened and humiliated, my face stained with tears. But at that moment I realized I was with real people in real time, watching them engage in intimate activities, and there wasn’t even a pain of glass separating us. I wasn’t an outsider secretly peering in. I was inside, actively participating.
It wasn’t within a minute, probably closer to two, but my efforts finally started to pay off. My cock began to swell and stiffen, making it easier to tug on, and soon it was fully erect, the short thin pole jutting rigidly out from my crotch.
“That’s it, ” Miss Katie grinned. “I knew a horny perv like you wouldn’t disappoint me. Now play with that little weenie while you watch me suck this big throbbing cock.” She stroked the swollen sausage sticking up from Sir’s lap then paused. “Oh, and don’t you dare let any of that nasty perv cum squirt out of your balls. You’ll find out that spanking you just got was a cake walk compared to what you’ll get if you stain my sheets.”
Enveloped in a blanket of pure lust, I stared as she took the bulbous head of his cock into her mouth. It was like watching the most incredible porn I’d ever seen, amplified by a thousand. They were right in front of me, the toes of Miss Katie’s extended foot practically touching my knee. They were like professional porn stars and I was the camera, making certain that everything they were doing was clearly visible. I was even urged to change positions in order to improve my view of the action. Miss Katie eventually went from deep throating Sir’s shaft to having him fuck her from behind.
But the visual clarity and choice of perspective, as well as the sounds, the grunts and moans, gasps and sighs, the slurping and sloshing and slapping together of thighs, were only several steps up from HD recordings. What couldn’t be duplicated were the pungent and intoxicating scents that filled my nostrils, like wet aroused pussy, hard throbbing cock and sweat, mixed with hints of citrusy body lotion, flowery shampoo, and lingering aftershave. Then there was the heat rising from their bodies, as I moved in close, or the touch of a foot or arm brushing against my shoulder or calf as I maneuvered across the large king sized mattress.
The burning sting of my bottom persisted, but I’d gone from anguished suffering to near euphoria. At the moment, the wicked thrashing my bottom had suffered seemed more than worth it. It was like my dream of becoming invisible and being able to watch couples fucking behind closed doors, but even better. Instead of remaining strictly a voyeur, I was a participant. Both Miss Katie and Sir would look directly at me at times, to tell me to show them how stiff my boner was or remind me I wasn’t allowed to cum.
Holding back my orgasm was becoming increasingly difficult. My balls were swollen and tight, aching with the need to cum, and I was having the most sexually arousing experience of my life. I had to keep pulling my hand away from my throbbing cock with increasing frequency in order to prevent an accident. Much to my distress, anytime one of them noticed that I wasn’t fondling the swollen rod they ordered me to keep jerking.
It was at the point where I couldn’t tug on the distended pole more than five or six times before I had to stop. If I hadn’t had such extensive practice edging myself for hours on end, I never would have lasted so long. If forced to continue much longer, a sticky eruption was inevitable, regardless of the stated consequences.
I again had to wonder if the couple might be actual porn stars. Not only did they skillfully keep from obstructing my view, but their stamina was amazing. From what I’d read, most couple’s completed the act within minutes, five or six at most. These two went at it almost non-stop for nearly an hour, fucking and sucking in almost every position imaginable. After Miss Katie reached her third climax, this time while straddling Sir’s hips and vigorously riding his long thick shaft, she climbed off and collapsed beside him. The cock remained rigid and throbbing, balls still filled with unspent cum, and Sir reached down to give the pulsating rod a casual squeeze, while Miss Katie recovered.
After a moment she sat up and brushed her hair, damp with sweat, away from her face and looked over at me. “Come over here, ” she commanded and I obeyed, crawling to her then thrusting my hips out.
I sucked in a sharp breath, as she reached up and lightly scratched at my tight swollen ball sack with her fingernails.
“Have you ever put this nasty little weenie in a pussy before?” she asked, and I shook my head, trembling with desire.
“Has it ever been in anyone’s mouth?” she asked.
I shook my head again and Sir said, “Use your words.”
“No Miss Katie, ” I blurted.
“Are you the only one who’s ever touched it?”
“Yes Miss Katie, ” I barely managed to get the words past my constricted throat then added, “Except for you.”
“So you’re a total virgin loser, ” she laughed. “And you’re what... at least forty?”
“Th-thirty-six Miss Katie, ” I meekly replied.
“Well, I think it’s about time you lost your virginity, you horny perv, at least in one way, ” she said, and my pulse began to race. “You’re going to suck a cock for the very first time.”
It wasn’t at all what I’d expected, but instead of the revulsion I thought I was supposed to feel, my stiff cock swelled even more. I would have protested, at least pretended to resist in an attempt to try and conceal my arousal. But I feared another spanking more than revealing my bisexual desires, which I hadn’t been fully aware of until tonight.
I was told to lie down on my stomach between Sir’s parted legs. Miss Katie had me start off licking his heavy balls, tight and swollen with cum. Eventually she had me lick up the underside of the meaty shaft then lap at the spongy purplish head as if it were an ice cream cone. When she had me open my jaws wide and work the fat glans past my lips, I marveled at how Miss Katie had managed to work the entire meaty rod all the way down her throat.
Sir didn’t last long. I certainly don’t attribute it to my cock sucking skills, but rather his prolonged encounter with Miss Katie. I barely managed to get even a third of the swollen erection into my mouth before I gagged and had to pull back. My second attempt didn’t go any better, and when I drew the saliva coated head back into my mouth for a third try, his fat balls abruptly jumped and a powerful stream of warm cum splattered against the back of my throat.
“Swallow it!” Miss Katie commanded and held the back of my head so I couldn’t pull away.
I started to gag, but managed to gulp instead, as a second river of spunk filled my throat. He shuddered and lifted his hips, pumping every last drop of fluid from his balls. I gulped and swallowed, consuming it all, no more than a small dribble of cream leaking past my lips to my chin. I didn’t pull away until Miss Katie yanked my head back and spat in my face.
“Filthy faggot perv, ” she said, and spat again, this time directly into my mouth.
She gave my face a sharp slap then pushed me down to the foot of the bed, my mouth filled with the taste of salty cum. I lay there gasping for breath, my painfully stiff boner jutting rigidly up from my crotch.
Sir lay back on his side and said, “Well, what now? Do we send him away so he can go back to his apartment and jerk himself off?”
Miss Katie looked at me a moment, chewing her lower lip in thought. “No, he might need some more lessons in the morning, ” she finally said. “Let’s tie him back up shove a butt-plug up his ass and put him in the closet.”
I started to protest, to beg them not to, but Sir shoved the dirty panties back in my mouth, making it clear that resistance was futile.