From: wlg3@po.CWRU.Edu (William L. Gann)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Bird Watchers (M,F,mast)
Date: 16 Jan 1996 16:22:21 GMT

			    Bird Watchers
				  by
                              Anonymous 

	The first time she realized that she could see into his apartment
was when he had just stepped from the shower and was toweling himself
leisurely while looking through what was probably a magazine. She
could well imagine what kind of magazine it was by the state of his
penis. She felt a faint pang of guilt as she continued to look across
the dark space that separated their houses, but continued to sit
quietly in the dark as he casually stroked the length of his now full
erection. He milked a drop of liquid from it and brought it to the tip
of his tongue. She licked her own lips in sympathetic anticipation.
The man takes his pleasure fully where he finds it, she said to
herself.

	With a start, she realized that she, too, had been touching
herself, more fascinated than aroused by the sight of a mature man
playing with himself. She had never before actually spied on a naked
man and it gave her a strange feeling of power to be able to so
surreptitiously invade his privacy. He was far from Adonis, but he was
much more than adequate. As he sat on the edge of the bed reading the
magazine, he spread his legs and slowly and methodically ran his hand
up and down the length of his cock. She watched as he wet his hand
with saliva and sinuously rubbed it into the head of his cock.
Spreading her lips with two fingers, she did the same to her clitoris
and felt it respond to the touch of her slippery fingers.

	No, he was no Adonis, but she wanted him more than any other
man in the world at that moment. She watched his hands run from the
base of his cock and back again. His movements were slow and sure.
She always thought men jerked off fast and hard, like George Pauley
had showed her when they were in the back of his Nova. She had been
fascinated with the sight of his bobbing penis and made him turn on
the overhead light to show it to her. She remembered, he had stopped
suddenly, shy and ashamed as if just realizing what he was doing in
front of her. She ended up finishing what he had started, her arm soon
tiring from the awkward strokes she administered. When he came, large
drops of come stained her sweater and she went home in dread that her
mother would see it and know what she had been doing. George had been
young and inexperienced as a lover, but this man exhibited a sensuous
technique that hinted at the touch of a master!

	Abruptly, the man rose and disappeared from sight, and the
room went dark.

	Later, she sat back in bed, reading a chapter from a paperback
novel before sleep. As her fingers found the sensitive fold of skin
beside her clitoris, she closed her eyes and thought of his hands
moving along the length of his penis as she stared. As her fingers
moved feverishly, his hands became hers and a bit of saliva on his
fingertips became her lips; two fingers from her other hand became his
penis sliding into her wet vagina, feeling the muscles squeeze them
again and again as the feeling at the base of her clitoris began to
spread through her abdomen. As the wave of her climax began, she put
her drenched fingers in her mouth and savored the musky taste of her
juices, remembering other nights when those fingers had been a penis
and her clitoris had been excited by the lips and tongue...

	But all that was past history. The memories were sweet, to be
sure. But they were only memories and they were linked with others
that were not so sweet. It had been a long time since she had let
herself go free with anyone, and had not thought about it very much.
Seeing her anonymous neighbor tonight seemed to have kindled a spark
she had forgotten. It would be very nice, she mused, to be able to
make love to a complete stranger exactly the way she wanted, for as
long as she wanted, and with no obligations or remorse. Of such things
were fairy tales written!

	She reached to turn out the light and, for no special reason,
looked at her curtains to assure they were drawn. Of course, they
were. She always kept her bedroom curtains drawn. Only middle-aged
exhibitionists who got off masturbating for hard-up old maids left
their curtains open with the lights on, she mused to herself. She
looked at them again; a small powder box on her windowsill had
prevented them from closing all the way and left a small Vee of light
between them. It was almost too small for her to see. There was no
chance that anyone would have been able to see in. For a moment, she
wished that someone would have...

	She closed her eyes and settled into her pillow, the smell of
her vagina still clinging to her fingers. Her tongue snaked up to lick
them off one last time before sleep. It was one of her most luscious
secrets. She loved the taste of herself!

	The hot shower and some unbidden memories had brought many
interesting sensations to his penis and his hands had innocently
nurtured them until the familiar sensations of orgasm began to flash.
Abruptly, he stopped and turned off the bedroom light. He still had
work to do and not much time for playing with himself. Perhaps later
he might indulge. He pushed the thoughts from his mind and went back
to his den to work. The story was coming slowly - no great gushes of
inspiration.

	After a while, he stopped fighting it and went to the kitchen
for a cup of tea before turning in. Under his robe, his penis was
still partially aroused - in fact, it had been most of the night. It
was an annoyance he sometimes had to live with. In his darkened
bedroom, he noticed for the first time that his curtains were open. He
shook his head and went to the window. There was just too much on his
mind lately. Before drawing them, he looked out at the dark night.
Across the way, he could see a triangle of light where someone had not
pulled their drapes together all the way. He could see movement of
some sort behind them and smiled to himself. There was a difference
between a Peeping Tom and a voyeur of opportunity. He wasn't sure what
it was, and didn't care. His binoculars showed him that a very
sensuous lady was enjoying herself in the supposed privacy of her
bedchambers.

	The opening was just large enough for him to see occasional
glimpses of her thigh and her hand busy at her vagina. For a brief
moment, she spread her legs wide and he saw that she had both hands at
work on herself. His robe was open by now and his penis was raging for
satisfaction. He gripped it tightly and felt the head swell with blood
and power as he looked at the soft flesh of her labia, spread wide by
her delicate fingers, faithfully caught by the lens of the binoculars.
Then her legs closed and the lovely view disappeared. But the movement
became more and more frantic and he knew she was coming.

	The knowledge was too much and he stroked his penis faster and
faster, matching the rhythm of his unseen neighbor. As her legs opened
once more, he felt the fury of his own orgasm coming on and staring
through the glasses, let it erupt as his hand stroked faster and
faster, his balls bouncing between his legs. As the thrusting of the
woman's pelvis signaled that she was coming, great globs of semen
spurted from his penis and splashed on his stomach and thighs. Still
watching this beautiful vignette he caught a large globule on his
fingers and rubbed it on his tongue, wishing he was licking the
exciting lips of the vagina he had been watching.

	The taste of his come was on his lips when he saw the broad
expanse of her as she rolled over to reach for the light. She was not
small, but had the full Valkyrie body he especially loved. The tiny
Vee winked out and the world was dark.

	For the first time in a very long time, he felt both excited
and satisfied. Just before he dropped off to sleep, an idea occurred
to him and he smiled to himself.

				* * *

	The first thing she did when she returned from work was to
open the package someone had left in front of her door. There was no
note and no label. Inside the package was a rather expensive pair of
binoculars. A tiny card said "From One Birdwatcher to Another".

	That was all.

	The second thing she did was to look out her bedroom window.
She did not expect to see anything, of course, but visions of the man
stroking his penis had come to her throughout the day at the most
inopportune moments. The curtains were closed, as they had been when
she had gotten up that morning. She took off her clothes and hung them
up while waiting for a TV dinner to cook. She had planned to go to a
lecture that evening, but the speaker had cancelled at the last minute
and her evening no consisted of prime time television and the rest of
the novel. She decided against the television and turned on the FM
radio. She greatly preferred Progressive Jazz to situation comedy. The
novel, on the other hand, was getting mired down in itself - but it
would have to do. She did not feel like going out to get another one
tonight.

	Passing through the bedroom once more, she glanced out the
window. Something had changed! His bedroom curtains were now opened -
halfway! She could see most of his bed and part of what seemed to be a
mirror on the wall. She wondered why she hadn't seen it the night
before. But that wasn't important. The important thing was that he was
not there. But on the bed, very clearly, she could see a pair of
binoculars like the ones she had just received. Propped behind them
was a piece of cardboard with a message on it. She rushed back to the
living room to get the binoculars. The note said "Thank You".

	Her face burned with embarrassment. Had he seen her watching
him? How could he? What were the binoculars for?


	What did the message mean? Had he seen her playing with
herself? He couldn't possibly have, she told herself. And then
remembered the tiny Vee between the curtains.

	Damn! She thought to herself. And angrily slammed the two
halves of the curtain together, this time making sure they closed
completely. She dressed quickly and dialed the phone.

	"Sue, this is Connie. Are you busy tonight? I need to get out
for a couple of hours and I thought you might want a drink. I'm busy
said in a rush.

	"How about your diet?" Suzy's voice chided. The two of them
had been fighting the scales together for almost two years.

	"Screw the diet," she replied. "I'm too damned frustrated to
think about a diet tonight! I've got an oversexed birdwatcher to deal
with!"

	"O-O-O!" Suzy squealed. "I'll be ready in ten minutes. You
should have told me pour out you I knew I could count on you!" Connie
told her dryly.

	She hung up the phone and finished dressing. Then, just as she
was about to leave, she changed her mind and opened the curtains
again. His windows had not changed. The binoculars remained on the bed
along with the sign. She and put them on her bed, along with a pair of
crotchless panties someone had once given her as a gag. With a magic
marker she scrawled a message on a piece of cardboard and set it
behind them: FILM @ 11

	"You did what?!?" Suzy exclaimed.

	"I didn't do anything!" Connie told her. "I can't imagine how
he saw me watching him."

	"What's he look like?"

	"Okay, I guess."

	"C'mon! Tall, short, fat, skinny? What's his dick like?"

	"Like a dick. You see one, you've seen 'em all!" Connie
laughed.

	"No way, Sweetie! How Long, how fat, circumcised, a
ladypleaser or a pee-chute? Come on, girl. This is Aunt Suzie talking.
The same Aunt Suzie who watched you going down on Raymond!"

	Connie blushed.

	"You weren't going to mention that again!" she complained.

	"Is it as big as Raymond's?" Suzy persisted.

	Connie thought a moment.

	"I think it's a little bigger," she said.

	"How about the rest of him?"

	"Okay. He could lose a few pounds, but couldn't we all?"

	"We all could. So let's leave it at that," Suzy said.

	"Don't be so damned sensitive," Connie told her. "So we're a
few pounds to the good. Some men prefer that."

	"You think your birdwatcher likes his women padded?" Suzy
asked. "There's one way to find out."

	"I'm not sure I want to know."

	"Bull!" Suzy exclaimed. "Tell me about 'Film at 11'."

	"It was just an impulse. What do you think I'm going to do,
give him a damned show?"

	"I have an idea."

	"I just bet you do."

	"I'm serious. Why don't we give him a double show?"

	"What are you talking about?" Connie asked nervously. "Dykes
in Toyland? I don't swing that way."

	"Nothing serious. Just fool around and drive him crazy a
little bit. Neither one of us is built that way, anyhow," Suzy
finished.

				* * *

	Connie sat silent for a long time with Suzy glancing at her
now and again. For almost as long as she'd know Suzy, she'd suspected
the woman was bisexual, but this was the first time Suzy had ever come
close to making any overt suggestions. She looked across the table at
the plump, full-breasted girl looking back at her and her thoughts
jumped back nearly twenty years to a dark house and the delicious
dread of hot, clumsy fingers and the strange, exciting taste of Cathy.

	Her fourteenth summer had been one of exploration and wonder.
The two of them had snuck into Cathy's father's den and found the
pictures. There were men and women doing things they had only
whispered about. And then there were the women, kissing and fondling
one another. Even now, Connie felt her cheeks burn as she remembered
their stolen times together and the times their mothers had almost
caught them. Although she and Cathy had done everything that Lesbians
do, she had never considered herself one. Nor had Cathy. In the end,
Cathy's parents had moved away and the two had parted tearfully,
promising to never tell anyone. Connie never broke the promise.

	They had started with one another's breasts, looking, touching
and eventually kissing one another's nipples. Suzy, on the other hand
was tacitly suggesting something much more serious. Or was she?

	"I'm not queer," she said almost too low for Suzy to hear.

	"After seeing you with Raymond, I can vouch for that!" Suzy
laughed.

	"Please! It wasn't ... well, maybe it was, but you weren't
supposed to come walking into the damned room without at least
knocking!"

	"Do you really think he saw you jerking off?" Suzy asked
suddenly.

	"I wasn't... "

	"Bullshit! Everybody does it. Do you think he saw you? With
the binoculars, I mean."

	Connie nodded.

	"I guess so. I made it worth my while, I guess."

	"Damn! Let's do it!" Suzy urged. "You don't have to do
anything you don't want. We'll just pretend and give the pervert a
thrill!"

	"He's probably about as much a pervert as you or me."

	"Hell! The world cold be in some serious shit, if that's the
case! Come on, it's almost 10 o'clock. Showtime's 11!"

	Suzy's grin was too wicked to ignore.

	"I'll go along with the joke, but I'm telling you, I'm not
queer," she warned Suzy.

	On the way out of the bar, she felt Suzy's hand pat her behind
when no one could see.

	"What the Hell are you *]=y laughed.

	"Nice ass for a white girl!"

	The note had said 11, but the lights came on in the woman's
apartment at 11:30. He had turned his own lights off and sat in the
darkness of his bedroom, wearing only his robe. Behind him, the radio
played softly. He was prepared to be "stood up" but for some reason
felt something special was about to happen. Hell! He didn't even know
what the girl looked like, not even sure that she lived alone.

	He was not prepared, however, when the curtains suddenly
snapped shut. A moment later, however, they opened just as quickly. He
picked up the binoculars and his jaw dropped. There were two of them!
One was taller that the other, but both were full-blown, full-bodied
women with round, lush curves and smooth bodies. The short one had
huge breasts with dark, pronounced nipples and a thick patch of auburn
hair between her legs. The tall one had nice breasts, too. But they
were more proportioned to the rest of her. Her pubic hair was a light
red, like the hair on her head. Her nipples were pink with small
aureola. Both women had attractive faces, although the tall one seemed
nervous and constantly glanced in his direction.

	The best part, though, was her ass. It was as full and round
as his glimpse the night before had promised. Smooth and magnificently
large, his cock began to stiffen at the sight of it.

	They both knelt on the bed and turned to face him, bowing low.
The show was about to begin.

	His penis stood painfully erect, but he refused to touch it,
not wanting to come prematurely. He had a show to watch!

	"Is he there?" Suzy asked.

	"I don't know. How am I going to tell?"

	"Hell. Ask him! Write a sign and let him read it!"

	Connie scribbled "Are You Ready?" and held up the cardboard.

	Across the way, there was darkness. And then a small glimmer
of light showed.

	"What the Hell is it?" Suzy asked.

	Connie took the binoculars and whistled.

	In the pale circle of a desk lamp, his penis stood proud and
hard.

	"See for yourself!" she said handing the other woman the
binoculars.

	"Great cock!" Suzy admired. "If we play this one right we
could get fucked properly!"

	"I thought we were just going to tease him," Connie reminded
her.

	"Okay," Suzy replied and reached for her. "I'll lead. Say 'no'
whenever you want. I'll understand."

	Without further warning, she leaned over and kissed Connie
passionately, moving her tongue against the other girl's lips, her
hands lightly running H of her body. Connie cautiously put her hands
on Suzy's waist and the ran them up to cup the girl's huge breasts.

	"Like them?" Suzy asked.

	Connie nodded and then gasped as Suzy leaned down to kiss her
own pink nipples. Suzy went from one to the other, licking and sucking
the nipples, drawing them out to their full length. Across the way,
the light still showed the erect penis, but there was a hand cupping
the heavy balls hanging below it.

	Suzy's hand had wandered down and was caressing the fullness
of Connie's ass. Connie was surprised tK`bind that the other woman
knew of the secret sensitiv`dx of it. Connie's ass was large - like
the rest of her

	Silently Suzy agreed. Slowly, Connie pushed her pelvis into
the other girl's. Memories of Cathy were swarming back - hot, musky
memories.

	She flinched as a hand found her vagina and then relaxed her
thighs to let her lips open to the insistence of Suzy's fingers.

	"I hope he's getting his eyes full!" Suzy remarked.

	Connie murmured deep in her throat.

	"It's not too much for you, is it?" Suzy asked.

	"No."

	The one word spoke volumes.

	Suzy's tongue ran a trace down to her navel and swirled there
a moment before proceeding further down. It stopped just below the
line of her pubic hair, and Connie fell back spreading her legs and
urging the soft head down to where her clitoris throbbed. It had all
come back now! Cathy's probing tongue and the countless times and
tastes. Suzy felt so, so good, and the idea of the unknown man
watching them with only his erect penis showing excited her even more.

	Connie spread her legs as wide as she could to let Suzy's
tongue probe up into her vagina. It was something she had not done for
decades, and Suzy was more expert at it than she or Cathy had ever
been. She gritted her teeth as she began to come and felt Suzy's
fingers tickling her ass as her tongue continue to spear her vagina
like a prehensile penis.

	He stroked his penis slowly as he watched the short one busily
devouring her partner. She was on her knees with her ass toward the
window so that he could see her open vagina and her breasts hanging
down beneath her. Her head blocked any view of what she was doing, but
the spasms of the taller girl's body told their own story! If their
aim was to torture him, they were having their way!

	He looked at the other girl's face. Her eyes were tightly
closed but her mouth opened full and pouting as if she was trying to
capture something as she came. She was saying something now, and the
other girl had stopped eating her and was crawling up to kiss her.
Then they both got up on their knees and bowed toward him again. He
could think of no better response than to wave his penis toward them.
He still had not come, but it was not far off.

	Then the show continued.

	Connie was feeling guilty. Suzy had just licked her to one of
the finest orgasms she had ever had and now was laying back stroking
her own clitoris, afraid to ask her to bring her off. She rolled over
and kissed Suzy firmly, letting her hand run down the girl's body to
caress the fleshy fold between her legs. Suzy's vagina was a wonder in
itself. It was strange, yet familiar. It seemed to draw her fingers
inside it and she felt the slick abundance of juices flowing from the
woman.

	She slowly drew her soaking hand up to her face and inhaled
deeply. The musky odor of Suzy's vagina was almost too much as her
tongue snaked out to lick her fingers. Suzy groaned loudly and spread
her legs impossibly wide. Please!" she begged. "I'm sorry her gently
and then slid down until her face was firmly pressed against Suzy's
labia. With loud slurping sounds-"she sucked and licked as much juice
as she could from deep inside Suzy, just as she had done with Cathy so
many years before. Then she took Suzy's clitoris between her lips and
pulled it gently, letting it almost slip away before sucking it back
again and again. Suzy squealed as her pelvis spasmed over and over,
her hands entwined in Connie's hair. Connie's own hands reached up to
massage Suzy's breasts. Cathy's had been the small, hard breasts of a
nubile teenager. These were full and demanding. Before she was done,
she knew she wanted to bury her face between these beauties and
smother them with kisses.

	When Suzy stopped writhing, Connie slowly pulled herself up to
a sitting position.

	"This is our secret," she told Suzy.

	"Ours and his!" Suzy laughed.

	"Damn!"

	For the moment, Connie had forgotten about the subject of the
evening's entertainment.

	"Want to invite him over?" Suzy asked.

	"What?"

	"Look."

	In the window was another sign: LIKE COMPANY?

	It's owner stood partially in the shadows. Connie peered
through the binoculars. Globs of semen clung to his stomach and legs.

	"The son-of-a-bitch jerked of and came all over himself!" she
exclaimed.

	"That makes three of us! Tell him to come over. A solid cock
wouldn't dampen the party. Hell, at least he asked!"

	"Okay," Connie warned, "You really want him, don't you?"

	Suzy was silent for a moment.

	"You've done it before with a girl," she said quietly.

	Connie nodded.

	"Well, you know then. It's... it's just better with a man
involved," Suzy tried to explain. "Hell, that's what bi is all about -
the best of both worlds, isn't it?"

	Connie understood what her friend was trying to say and
nodded. The vision of the man's cock had not left her mind since they
had started.

	"Was it as good? Or was it better than before?" Suzy asked
lightly.

	Connie kissed her.

	"I'm still not queer," she said. "But I liked the way you
tasted when I licked your pussy. I like to taste come, too. You know,
like men's come, especially after it's been in me."

	"Let's bring him over and fuck him so we can suck each other
off some more. It's better that way," Suzy told her.

	They both looked toward the window and waved. There was no
mistaking their meaning and they were rewarded shortly as the lights
went apartment. He was on his way.

	"Have you done this much?" Connie asked shyly.

	"Only a couple of times," Suzy replied. "I'm not really a
Lesbian, but I am bisexual, I guess. I can't wait to get ahold of that
guy's cock, if you want to know the truth, but I want to watch him
fuck you, too. I really got off the night I watched you sixty-nine
Raymond."

	Connie blushed again. Raymond was a casual date she had met at
one of Suzy's parties. As they danced, she had felt his penis become
hard and press against her. When most of the guests had gone and Suzy
had retired to her bedroom with her own date, Connie and Raymond had
gone into the extra bedroom and begun necking. Before she could
breathe, his had was under her dress and inside her panties, stroking
her wet pussy. She opened his flies and reached inside to grasp his
cock, still hard from their dance.

	"You watched? I thought you left as soon as you opened the
door!"

	"No way! You were working that cock and coming in his mouth at
the same time! I almost jumped the two of you. Whatever happened to
him, anyway?"

	"He's a prick. Forget about him. I'm nervous about what we're
doing right now."

	"Connie, next to me, you're the sleaziest little snatch I
know. If this guy gives us any trouble, we'll just fuck him to death
and hang his dead ass out to dry!"

	"I like you," Connie said suddenly. "I'm glad you're my
friend."

	Suzy hugged her tightly, their breasts smashed against one
another. A knock at the door interrupted them. Connie jumped up to
pull on a robe and Suzy instinctively covered herself with a bedsheet.

	"My name's Don."

	He came dressed for the occasion, which is to say that under
the long coat, he wore nothing but a pair of loafers.

	"I'm Connie. Suzy's in the bedroom. Do you always over-
dress?"

	Don smiled and looked at her a moment and then reached for his
coat.

	"I do feel a little silly," he admitted.

	"Please, don't!" Connie objected. "I'm not being a good
hostess, am I."

	She let her robe drop to the floor and openly appraised his
body as he did hers. As she had observed earlier, he needed to chase a
good ten pounds, but her main attention was held by his rising penis.
As his eyes swept over her, it rose in fitful jumps. There was no
question about it. The man liked what he saw. And she like what it was
doing to him!

	"How long is it?" she asked.

	"Seven inches. Why? Keeping records?"

	"No. It's just that when I was trying to describe you to Suzy,
I didn't know what to say."

	"Who's Suzy?"

	"She's a friend."

	"I sort of guessed that much."

	"I'm Suzy!" said Suzy as she came out of the bedroom.

	"I'm Don."

	"Nice to meet you, Don. You have a nice cock."

	"Your tits are remarkable."

	Connie went to the kitchen.

	"Can I get anyone anything?" she called.

	"I brought wine," Don announced.

	"You what?"

	"There's no reason one must be a barbarian to be a trifle
sleazy!"

	He produced a bottle of white wine from the pocket of the
overcoat.

	"How about a special toast?" Suzy declared and doused her
nipples. Don licked them both clean.

	"And another!" said Don as he dipped the head of his penis
into his glass.

	Suzy knelt down and sucked the wet glans into her mouth, her
tongue swirling about it. Don extracted it and soaked it again in the
wine. This time Connie wasted no time, but swallowed a much of the
cock as she could, feeling the wide shaft fill her mouth and the
rubbery head slide against the roof of her mouth. Raymond or not, Suzy
could never begin to suspect how much she liked sucking a man's penis.

	"Your turn, Connie,"announced Suzy, looking at her with a
grin. "I've already done tits."

	Connie looked at the two of them for a long moment and then,
taking her wine glass, carefully laid back on the bed and put her feet
up over her shoulders. Very carefully, she opened her vagina with two
fingers and poured a trickle of wine into it.

	"A special, special toast," she murmured.

	Very slowly, Don leaned down and noisily sipped the heady
liquid from the delicate opening and savored the mixture of tastes.
His penis was still hard from the skilled mouthing the women had given
him, and he felt Suzy's hand rub his balls and the underside of his
raging cock.

	"Save some for the next guy," she said, and Don reluctantly
pulled away.

	Connie smiled and poured another trickle into her pussy as
Suzy climbed between her legs. The sight of Suzy's round ass, her wet
vagina and the little sounds Connie sighed as the woman licked her dry
were too much for Don to endure and without hesitation placed the head
of his cock squarely among the pink folds of Suzy's pussy and pressed
home. Her squeal was muffled by Connie's pussy and her ass moved in a
big circle as Don thrust his cock into her to its full extent. Slowly,
he withdrew it and carried it to the head of the bed where Connie's
mouth engulfed its head. Suzy continued to lick her vagina furiously.
Don looked down at the two women. Things like this happened once or
twice in a lifetime, he told himself. The trick was to accept it and
not look forward or back. - No matter how exciting the woman was!

	Pouring wine into her vagina was the most far out thing Connie
had ever done, but this seemed to be the night to swing on a star. It
was a night without recriminations or judgments. She could say 'Yes';
she could say 'No'. The choice was hers. She was in control.

	She closed her eyes and luxuriated in the feeling. Suzy's
tongue was stirring. When she opened her eyes again, she could see
Don's eyes close as he plunged his cock into the other woman. She
closed them again and suddenly she was looking up at the bulbous head
of his cock,

	the same one that Suzy had tasted not so long ago! She looked
up and saw what was clearly dried spots of semen on his stomach and
thighs. He had not bothered to wipe the come off himself when they had
called him over. A delicious warmth spread through her and she opened
her mouth to accept the purple plum and the glistening drop of fluid
hanging from its tip.

	She caught the sweet droplet on the end of her tongue and
tasted its lightly salted flavor before capturing the spongy head
between her lips. She could taste Suzy's juices and slowly worked her
tongue up the shaft tasting more and more, running her tongue from
side to side across the swollen vein that ran the length of it. Eating
Suzy had been delightful (She had forgotten just how much she had
enjoyed eating Cathy so long ago); but Don's cock in her mouth was
lovely. She needed vaginal intercourse as much as anyone, but Connie's
true choice was oral!

	Slowly, she sucked the full length of Don's seven inches into
her mouth until she felt the coarse scratching of his pubic hair
against her lip. The head had passed through her mouth and was in her
throat. She remembered trying to learn how porn stars were able to
take ten inch cocks when she was gagging on five! Then, one night it
had happened. She turned herself a certain way and relaxed, and the
man's cock slid into her mouth, up to the hilt! (What was his name,
she pondered. All she could remember was the way he groaned when he
came.)

	Don's pelvis undulated as he reacted to the busy tongue
massaging his cock. He gently kneaded her breasts as she sinuously
sucked him in and out. Without taking his cock out of her mouth, she
snaked her tongue along its base and laved his balls with saliva. She
tasted stale come that had dried there and the knowledge of what it
was sent a tiny thrill down to where Suzy was sucking her clitoris. A
climax was building fast and Suzy's fingers in her pussy and the cock
in her mouth were pushing her toward the edge.

	Don pulled his cock back until only the head was in her mouth,
and she explored it with the tip of her tongue, feeling the ridges and
the sensitive opening she knew would reward her if she loved it
properly.

	Suddenly it was gone.

	She opened her eyes to see the beautiful cock hanging over her
face. Above it, Don's face was set in a frozen grimace.

	"I don't want to come yet," he told her.

	"Please," she pleaded. "I want to taste you."

	"I promise," Don told her. "But right now, Suzy and I have our
duty to perform."

	Suzy stopped what she was doing and looked up at him
expectantly. He reached over and picked up Connie's robe and removed
the belt.

	Connie's eyes widened as he tied a loop on one wrist and then
the other. Soon, she was trussed firmly, her arms spread above her
head and her legs crossed so that her ass and vagina were spread open
and unprotected. She shivered as Don ran his tongue from the middle of
her back to her clitoris, swirling it quickly as it crossed the tender
flesh around her asshole. Suzy scrambled up and turned around to place
her vagina smack on top of his mouth. She sandwiched his cock between
her huge breasts and fucked them as she squeezed them together. Then
he moved around and straddled Connie's head to put his cock inside
Suzy once more. He could feel Connie's mouth and tongue working on his
balls and Suzy's clitoris. The spasms around his cock gave evidence to
the effect Connie's mouth was having on her.

	Suzy had collapsed forward with her head on one of Connie's
ample ass cheeks, her own ass high in the air with Don's cock sliding
in and out of it.

	"Great god-damned cock!" she muttered.

	Don held her hips as she came noisily, pressing deep into her
while Connie fastened her mouth on her clitoris like a limpet and
sucked the little man in and out of her lips.

	Don stood up and walked away from the bed.

	"I have to take my time," he explained.

	"Untie me," Connie pleaded. "I want to make you come."

	Don walked back and kissed Suzy deeply, running his tongue
deep into her throat.

	"Connie wants to come," he told her.

	"What are you going to do?" Suzy asked.

	"Let's fuck her properly."

	Don walked to the foot of the bed and kissed Connie's ass in
the sensitive groove between the two smooth hemispheres and ran his
tongue down to the wrinkled opening. She caught her breath as his
tongue smeared a large mass of saliva over it.

	"I don't like anal sex!" she blurted. "You can't fuck my ass!
Let me loose!"

	"I agree totally!" Don told her. "And I have no intention of
fucking anything but your mouth and your sweet pussy."

	"Suzy!" she called, still unconvinced.

	"It's all right, Connie," her friend told her. "I won't let
him hurt you."

	Connie was about to say something but Don's tongue returning
to her ass and then burrowing itself into her vagina made her stop. A
moment later, she felt his cock slip past her labia and spread the
walls of her vagina. He pressed it in to the hilt and then drew it all
the way out and let its wet length lie along the crack of her ass as
he squeezed the cheeks together over it. She felt Suzy's hands busily
rubbing his balls against the sensitive parts of her pussy.

	He drew his cock back down the crack of her ass and she felt
to pause as its head passed over her asshole, but then moved on to
re-enter her pussy while Suzy's fingers flicked over her clitoris. Her
climax mounted again as Don's penis filled her and worked in and out.
She strained against the belt, trying to reach for him. He smiled down
at her and bent to suck her nipples without missing a stroke. Suzy's
hand was working her to a frenzy as the cock plunged in and out of
her. She groaned as her climax started and suddenly opened her eyes to
find Don's cock pressed against her lips and his hands busy freeing
hers. She grasped his cock and balls and stuffed his penis greedily
into her mouth, taking it deep into her throat and swallowed hard,
trying to devour the thick shaft. He placed his hands on either side
of her head and fucked her face madly. As he felt the jism rising
within him, he pulled his cock almost all the way out of her mouth,
allowing only the head to remain inside as his thick come pumped out
onto her tongue.

	She closed her eyes and tasted the salty liquid filling her
mouth. She did not swallow at first, but savored the heavy taste,
allowing a single drop to seep out the corner of her mouth. Don leaned
down and kissed it away, and Suzy clamped her mouth down on Connie's,
sucking Don's come into her own, and all three exchanged deep kisses
among one another, savoring the rich, heady tastes of sex.

	"I'm sorry," Don told her."I didn't mean to scare you."

	"It's okay," Connie told him. "I just have a thing about anal
sex."

	"So do I," Suzy added.

	"And so do I," Don told them. "We should have set down ground
rules before we started."

	"I wouldn't have thought I had any," Connie laughed.

	They stretched out and slept then, Don between the two of
them, his hands holding a breast of each while they both held his soft
penis and balls. Connie woke sometime later with the bed shaking with
a telltale rhythm. In the half- light, she could see Suzy above Don,
her breast swaying wildly, her head rolling from side to side. His
hands were alternately moving from one huge breast to the other. His
back arched and she realized he was coming. Suzy's humping became a
frenzy and soon she, too, was coming, her hands gripping the base of
his cock and wildly rubbing her clitoris as she did.

	As Suzy collapsed forward, Connie sat up and looked at them.
Don's come was flowing out of her vagina and dripping back onto his
shrinking cock and balls. She rolled over on her side and slid her
head in between them. She could feel Suzy's wet ass against her cheek
and smell the rich smell of their combined juices. Don's pubic hair
was matted with come and sweat, and Connie greedily licked the
slippery cock which sought to elude her in the dark. Finally, she
caught it and sucked the limp member into her mouth, tasting Suzy's
come as well as Don's. She worked it in and out slowly and gently,
knowing it was supersensitive after just being inside Suzy. When it
showed no sign of getting hard, she slipped it out of her mouth and
concentrated on his balls, also soaked with come. She loved the taste
of man and woman combined. She had always enjoyed sucking a spent
lover after hours of lovemaking! It was as if she was capturing
something special.

	At the other end of the bed, she felt Don's head slipping in
between her soft thighs, his tongue seeking the soft center of her
pussy. She went back to his soft cock as his tongue invaded her b ssy
and his lips closed over her quivering clitoris. Suzy's lips were
gently massaging one of her nipples, but Connie concentrated on the
man's cock. His tongue was not keeping itself to the bounds of her
pussy, but was stealing its way to her asshole, arousing exciting new
feelings as he nibbled along what was once a forbidden zone.

	Connie sensed that Don's progress had slowed due to the
position of her thigh and slowly raised it. She was rewarded by his
tongue running lightly around her asshole. She had heard of being
"rimmed" but had never really experienced it. Only now, with Suzy
right beside her, but oblivious to what was happening, did she
appreciate the intimacy of the act. The pleasure was becoming
excruciatingly intense and she could feel his tongue beginning to
probe gently.

	And then it was back flicking along her clitoris and swirling
at the entrance of her vagina. She took each ball separately in her
mouth and very gently ran her tongue around it. Then she ran her
tongue around the back of his sack and along the rough line between
his legs. She felt his legs part wider as she moved and suddenly
realized she was nearing an area where she had never been. His tongue
at her own asshole teased her on and she realized she was responding
to the strange new feelings in a long-forgotten manner that took her
breath away. It was like the first time she and Cathy had kissed one
another's vagina, or the time she and Georgie Pauley had gone behind
the hedge and shown one another their things. She knew it was wicked
and wrong, but it was so, so exciting!

	Her tongue grazed over the rough surface of his asshole and
she pulled back instinctively. As she did, his tongue swirled and his
body thrust against her lips. His cock was still soft, but she knew
she was having a very erotic effect on him. With relief, she realized
there was no objectionable smell or taste. In fact, it was almost the
opposite. She was enjoying this wicked new experience and reached up
to spread his cheeks wider, just as he was doing with her. This time,
when her tongue reached the wrinkled asshole, she did not pull away,
but licked around it, flicking it every now and then, and tickled it
with her fingertips.

	Don rewarded her with a tattoo of finger and tongue-work that
took her breath away, and it sent her into a greater frenzy of
activity. She probed and pressed with the tip of her tongue, afraid to
take the ultimate step and even more afraid not to. It was like the
time she had let George talk her into sucking his cock. They had been
parked in the country and had been feeling each other the way they
always did. George knew she wouldn't let him fuck her, but finally
talked her into kissing the head of his cock, and then, finally , to
take the whole thing into her mouth. He had come almost immediately
and she'd been horrified. The whole night was a disaster, but she
could still remember the excitement as she had bent over the throbbing
cock knowing that something would change forever.

	Don's tongue was deftly licking her vagina and her ass,
alternately probing deep into each, sending electric shocks throughout
her entire body. Suzy's lips were sucking at her nipples and massaging
her aching breasts. God! She wanted to come again, but she didn't want
Don to stop what he was doing. With her finger , she pressed against
his asshole and felt it resist. She backed away and probed again,
more slowly this time, and the resistance went away. A huge shudder
went through him and he snet his tongue deep into her.

	There was one more thing she wanted to do. She had once read
it in the Kama Sutra, but had never believed it was actually possible.
Tonight she would know.

	She slid back to take Don's cock into her mouth. It was still
soft and small, although she knew it would not last for too much
longer. Opening her mouth as wide as possible, she stuffed his balls
in, too. She felt his hand rubbing the back of her head gently, as if
he was wondering what she was doing.

	"Here's a new one for you, Mister Birdwatcher!" she thought to
herself and moved her tongue over the crowded balls.

	Her finger massaged his slippery ass and she felt his cock
begin to stir as he realized what was happening. She swallowed
reflexively as her mouth began to fill. Soon the head of his cock was
sliding down her throat and going deeper that any cock had before. She
could hear him groan as she writhed gently. It was the only movement
she could manage, but it was enough as he let out a whimpering sound.
Then his head was gone to be replaced by Suzy's and she knew he was
eating her furiously as she ate Connie.

	His cock was filling her so much she could hardly breathe. The
sensation was overpowering as his cock continued to grow and grow
inside her. He was making curious little sounds now and trying to
thrust and fuck against her mouth. She held him tightly to her and let
her tongue probe mercilessly as she tried to swallow his cock again
and again.

	She wet her index finger in her vagina and rubbed it over the
tiny flower of his asshole. This time, she ignored the resistance and
forced it in to the first joint. She heard his harsh gasp muffled by
Suzy's heavy thighs and soft pussy. She drove the finger in a little
further when the resistance subsided, and then another and another.

	She was intoxicated with the heady feeling of power. She had
complete control of this man with his cock and balls in her mouth and
three, no four fingers massaging his asshole. Suzy's fervor between
her thighs told her he was responding to Connie's ministrations. His
pelvis was thrusting against her face, trying to fuck the mouth so
full of male organs. Slowly, she pulled herself free.

	"Fuck me!" she whispered hoarsely, her voice almost gone from
the punishment her throat had been taking.

	He didn't answer, but moments later, his form loomed over her
in the dark and she felt his hands spread her thighs wide apart. It
was Suzy who guided his rigid cock into her pussy as she wrapped her
thighs high around his waist and her arms around his neck as he pumped
harder and faster. His breath came faster and she knew he was going to
come, but she didn't want to stop because she wanted to come, too. She
pulled him deeper as he came, moving his hands to run down over her
sensitive ass while his cock continued long after the last drop had
left him and she felt her own climax building, building, building...

	It was dawn when she awoke. Don was gone, and Suzy slept
beside her. The bed was still damp from sweat and come. Other than the
condition of the bedroom, it might have been a dream. The area between
her thighs told her it had been real enough. As she moved her legs,
she felt his come still wet between the cheeks of her ass. It felt
like he had shot gallons into her! She ran her finger deep between her
legs and tasted. It was still the sweet mixture of male and female,
the tastes that lingered still on her lips and in her mind.

	The three of them had talked briefly before sleep. Would there
be other nights together? Twosomes, threesomes? There should be ground
rules, he said and they all agreed. No anal fucking! No telling. No
forcing. No jealousies. And when it's gone, it's gone. She closed her
eyes and remembered the delicious, wicked feelings of the previous
night. She really didn't even know his name - or he theirs. No phone
numbers. No mutual acquaintances. They could only confront one
another face to face. There was something very good about that, and
something very honest, yet wonderfully mysterious. The only promises
between the three of them were the few that could be kept.

	She closed her eyes and settled back to sleep some more, her
hand stealing down to caress her tender vagina. Beside her, Suzy
stirred softly. She placed a hand on the woman's firm behind and
stroked it gently. Suzy was her friend in a world where true friends
were rare. The intimacy of the night before had not created a
closeness between them; it had only brought it out and enhanced it.
Impulsively, she leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

	Suzy responded by snuggling closer to Connie's shoulder.

	"Good morning," she murmured without opening her eyes.
"Tonight we take on the Eighty-second Airborne and Ina Rae Hutton's
All-Girl Band."

	"You're crazy, you know," Connie told her.

	Suzy looked at her with a serious expression.

	"I thought you liked it. You don't feel guilty or ashamed, do
you? I mean, if I thought you did, I never would," sealing her words
with a light kiss.

	Connie giggled and stretched. She felt lazy and fulfilled.
Beside her, Suzy was warm and comfortable. A hundred feet away, she
could see into Don's apartment. It was still dark inside and she was
unable to make out anything. The curtains were still wide open. She
wondered if he was using his binoculars and spread her legs to give
him a better view.

	He stopped on his way from the bathroom and picked up the
binoculars. Connie lay with her legs spread invitingly. Suzy's pert
behind rose next to her. One knee drawn up exposed an exciting tuft of
hair. He licked his lips, still tasting the two of them.

	The whole thing had started as a lark and resulted in the most
fabulous experience he could remember. He looked down at the
binoculars. The next time he met a birdwatcher, he'd have a hell of a
lot more respect!