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The Transfiguring Eye




Peter gripped the base of his cock firmly, causing the head to swell, 
stretching his skin almost painfully.  
Even in the darkened bedroom he could see the end of his cock turn a 
deep wine-dark shade of purple as 
the blood rushed in, filling it.  He guided himself down between 
Stephanie's swollen cunt lips and started 
to tease them apart, wagging his cock from side to side.  Her wet lips 
clung heavily together, parting 
reluctantly, audibly, making a sound like a mouth full of sticky 
peanut butter opening.  

Peter and Stephanie were back home in their apartment after a night 
out on the town.  They were usually 
asleep or camped out in front of TV by this time of night, their 
stressful executive jobs having gotten the 
better of them once more, but tonight was a special occasion: Their 
one month anniversary living 
together.  They had gone to dinner and a movie after they had both 
gotten off work.  But, the prospect that 
they could simply go 'home' to fuck any time was still an exciting 
novelty.  With no more  hassles 
deciding which apartment to go to, packing overnight things, changes 
of clothes, checking phone 
messages, figuring out how to get to work the next day, their sex 
lives were undergoing something of a 
renaissance.

Throughout dinner Stephanie made it obvious that she was horny.  Under 
the table she had kicked off her 
shoes and rubbed her feet against Peter's legs, working her way all 
the way up to his thighs.  Peter was 
horny too but tried to be more restrained.  He would get what he 
wanted, later, he reasoned,  and besides, 
he was the one who was going to have to stand up and walk out of the 
restaurant with a bulging erection. 
In the movie theater, as soon as the lights went down, she was all 
over him again.  They were making out 
like a couple of teenagers, Peter thought.  About half way through the 
film, Stephanie freed his cock 
through his fly and began stroking him, slowly, inexorably.  He 
stopped her before she made him come 
though.  His plans for a big night in bed were all mapped out in his 
mind and he didn't want to squander 
his energies too early  on.

As he was poised, ready to burrow his cock in her, the phone on the 
night stand rang.    

"Shit," Peter whispered fiercely.

"Don't get it," Stephanie answered back in a conspiratorial tone, as 
if the caller might hear her.  "Just let it 
ring."  

Peter nodded, pushing the tip of his cock inside her.

"No!" she cried in a whisper.  "Don't!  Wait until it stops.  Don't 
fuck me yet."  Panting, her voice sounded 
like she was close to tears.

"OK baby, I'll wait.  It's OK." he said leaning over to kiss her 
heaving breasts.  He had being licking and 
sucking her cunt for the past twenty minutes until it was glistening 
wet.  He was more than ready to let his 
cock sink home inside her but he could wait a few more seconds for the 
phone to stop ringing, he decided.  

The phone rang five times while Peter waited with the tip of his cock 
poised outside of Stephanie's waiting 
cunt.  Then five more.  "Who the fuck is it," Peter though, angrily.  
He looked at the clock on the night 
stand: 11:37 PM.  Meanwhile the phone rang three more times.  

"Shit, Peter.  Who can that be?"  Stephanie asked, her voice a soft 
wail.  

"Damn, I don't know," Peter answered, speaking more loudly.  He 
started counting the rings.  "It's rang at 
least twenty times!" he finally said with disgust in his voice.

"Answer it!  Answer it!" Stephanie implored him.  "Just make it stop."

Peter released his cock and leaned over Stephanie to grab the phone.  
"Yeah?" he said harshly, not trying 
to conceal his anger.

After an uncomfortably long silence a thin nasal voice said,  "You two 
shouldn't be fucking with the 
curtains open."

Peter felt a rush of panic.  "Who the hell are you?" he asked sharply, 
twisting  his body to look out the 
window into the darkness.

Stephanie sensed that something was wrong.  "What is it!" she hissed.

Peter shushed her as the voice continued.  "Really, I can see 
everything you two are doing in there."

"Oh, yeah?" Peter said with anger.  His panic was receding now and he 
was beginning to get the feeling 
he was the victim of a prank call.  "The lights are out in our 
apartment.  You can't see anything, asshole."

Stephanie started struggling to raise herself.  "Peter! Is someone 
complaining..."

Peter held his had up to silence her.  

The voice continued.  "I've got a night scope trained on you right 
now, my friend. If you don't believe me 
why don't you try holding up a few fingers.  I'll count them for you.  
Before you do that though, I should 
also inform you that my night scope is attached to a rather nasty high 
powered rifle with a silencer on it.  
If you even think of bolting out of the room I'll have both of you 
before you make the door, OK?" 

 The self confidant sound of the nasal voice irritated Peter.  He held 
up his middle finger.

"You're hardly in a position to have that sort of attitude, my 
friend," the voice said.  It sounded like a 
wizened old man, Peter thought.  Probably just some old pervert.  
"But," it continued "your attitude 
betrays the fact that you still don't believe me.  You don't believe 
what is happening to you, do you?  I'll 
have to give you some proof, I guess," it said, sighing wearily.

On of the flower pots on the balcony of the apartment exploded.  Peter 
and Stephanie both jumped.

"Peter, what was that!" Stephanie cried, sitting upright.  "What's 
going on?"

"Tell her," the voice said, calmly.  "Tell her exactly what's going 
on."

"There's some crazy guy on the phone," Peter said.  "He says he can 
see us.  He says he's got a gun.  I 
think he just shot out one of the flower pots on the balcony."

"Oh, my God!" Stephanie shrieked.  "Let's get out of here!"

"No!" Peter interrupted, quickly.  "He says he's got a gun trained on 
us right now.  If we try and get out 
he'll shoot us!"

"I'm a very good shot too," the voice added.

"What do you want from us?" Peter asked, his guts turning to ice 
water.  Stephanie had her face buried in 
her hands.

"Well, for the moment, not much," the voice said in a matter of fact 
way.  "Just to show you that I'm a 
compassionate person, I don't want to keep you from what you were 
doing before I so rudely interrupted 
you.  All I ask is that you keep the phone to your ear in case I have 
some instructions for you, or maybe a 
few suggestions."

Peter's heart sank.  "What do you mean?" he asked.

"You know very well what I mean. You were just about to fuck your 
girlfriend weren't you?  You spent 
twenty minutes sweetening up her pussy, now its your turn!  Go ahead, 
fuck her!"  The voice sounded 
joyful.  

"You've got to be kidding," Peter exclaimed.

"What does he want?"  Stephanie said in a tremulous voice.

"Tell her," the voice commanded, flatly.

"He, he wants us to go on, you know, go ahead and fuck."

"With him watching!" Stephanie wailed.  "No, please!  We can't!"

"You must!" the voice said with mock severity.  "Your choice is 
simple: fuck or die.  A lot of people 
should be so lucky, you know."

"We have to do it," Peter said, bleakly.  His mind was racing, trying 
to think of some way out of this 
horrible situation.

"OK," the voice added.  "Now, I don't want to have to order you every 
step of the way.  Show a little 
initiative.  Just keep the phone to your ear, and act naturally."

"That's easy for you to say," Peter managed  to respond through 
clenched teeth.

His cock was almost completely limp now.  His balls ached from having 
his orgasm so cruelly delayed.  
Gripping himself tightly he stroked his cock and felt it stirring.  

"OK, Steph," he said.  "Let's get on with it."

She lay back and arranged her legs outside of his thighs.

"No time like the present, lovers," the voice said.

Peter's cock was just hard enough to slide into Stephanie.  Her cunt 
was still wet but now a little clammy.  
Even under these circumstances it felt good to sink into her, Peter 
thought.  He went in all the wall to his 
balls, pausing as he felt himself growing harder.  

"Oh, Peter!"  Stephanie  whispered.  "I'm so ashamed."

"Do you need me to conduct!" the voice said with irritation.  "To me, 
fucking always meant in and out.  
You've done the former, now I'd like to see the latter, followed again 
by the former, then the latter 
again...get my point?"  Peter felt a burning rage.  He slowly started 
fucking Stephanie, gently, deliberately, 
just going through the motions.

"That's better," the voice commented.

After several minutes that seemed like hours to Peter, the voice spoke 
again.  "You're not really trying are 
you?  Double your speed!" 

Peter started fucking Stephanie twice as fast as he had been.  In 
spite of himself he started to feel pleasure.  
His cock was now fully hard.  Looking at Stephanie lying beneath him, 
her eyes closed, her head to one 
side, he sensed that she was also enjoying it, at least a little bit.

The voice broke in.  "I want you to do something for me, a little 
favor if you will.  Seeing as you two are 
having all the fun and I'm over here all alone it's not much to ask 
really."  Pausing to see if Peter would 
respond, the voice went on.  "I'd like you to take the phone and lay 
it on your girlfriend's belly.  I want to 
hear your cock going in and out of her.  I know she's wet.  You licked 
her pussy for a long time.  She has 
to be wet, and I know a wet pussy like that will make the most 
delicious sounds as a hard cock heaves in 
and out of it.  You'll have to hold yourself up off her, but I know 
you're up to the task, right?"

"Sure," Peter answered bitterly.  "Whatever you say."

"Put the mouthpiece right in her pubic hair.  I want to be right in 
the thick of things, as it were.  Keep 
going until your clock says midnight, straight up, then pick the phone 
back up and we'll talk."  The self 
satisfied tone of the voice was pissing Peter off more and more.  
Looking at the clock he realized with 
dismay that it was only 11:50.  He was going to have to keep it up for 
ten minutes.

"He wants to listen," he whispered to Stephanie as he raised himself 
up and nestled the phone in her pubic 
hair.  She simply looked at him with resignation as he started sliding 
his cock in and out of her.  He found 
that if he pulled all the way out and then plunged just tip back into 
her he could hear a definite, sticky, wet 
sound, like a boot stepping into deep mud and pulling out, sucking 
air.  He was getting seriously aroused 
by that sound and he soon lost himself to the blissful sensations.  
Stephanie's cunt was sopping wet and 
warm again. When he plowed the head of his cock into her he felt her 
swollen lips easily give way and 
spread before him.  He repeated his shallow little thrusts over and 
over again.  The next time he looked at 
the clock it was 11:59.  At midnight he picked up the receiver with a 
shaky hand.  He hadn't realized how 
tired he had gotten from holding himself over Stephanie's body for ten 
minutes.  She pulled him down to 
her as he picked up the phone.

"Here, rest," she said tenderly.

"Good work!" the voice said with a condescending air of approval.

"OK, what do you want now?" Peter asked, wearily.  "Have you had 
enough?  We've given you our little 
show, now why don't you just let us go?"

"Oh no," the voice answered.  "We're just getting started. May I speak 
to the lady of the house?"

Peter handed the phone to Stephanie.  He watched her eyebrows raise as 
she listened to the voice for the 
first time.  She put one hand over the mouthpiece.

"He wants me to suck your cock," she said in a frantic whisper.

Peter felt his balls tighten, his cock surge at the thought.  This was 
actually a secret fantasy of his, to have 
his cock sucked as another, jealous man looked on.   

 "We're just going to have to go along until we can think of 
something," he said putting what he hoped 
was enough resignation into his voice.  He switched places with 
Stephanie who straddled his thighs, all 
the while listening to voice on the phone.  As he lay on his back 
Peter tried to look out into the night for 
some sign of their tormentor.  A few of the neighboring buildings had 
lights on but he couldn't see anyone 
standing in front of any of those windows.  "He would be in the dark, 
of course," Peter realized. 

Stephanie broke his train of thoughts as she started gently stroking 
his cock.  "He wants me to talk dirty to 
you," she said softly continuing her fluid up and down strokes.  Peter 
couldn't help but enjoy himself.  His 
fantasy was coming true, and deep with in him some long hidden 
exhibitionist urges were being fulfilled.  
Besides, Stephanie was the most gifted woman he'd ever met when it 
came to hand jobs, blow jobs,  or just 
getting him off quickly, any way she wanted to.  Her hands felt like 
they were coated with silk.  She had 
always been able to coax gobs of cum out of him under her expert 
ministrations.  She stopped and 
squeezed him.  

"Mmmm, I can feel your cock throbbing in my hand."  Her voice was a 
little tentative.  She listened to the 
voice on the phone for a moment.  "I'm going to squeeze just the tip 
of your cock, between my thumb and 
forefinger.  It's so big and purple.  It's burning hot.  I love the 
sight of your opening.  When you get turned 
on it gets so big, it opens so wide.  It's like the mouth of a fish, 
out of water, gasping."  

Peter was astonished and excited by the words he was hearing come out 
of Stephanie's mouth.  She was 
never so vocal normally, and as she spoke she was doing just what she 
was describing.  "Oh, look!" she 
said.  "I can make it wink, like an eye."  Peter closed his eyes 
tightly.  This was almost more than he could 
stand.  She was delicately squeezing his opening, closing it, then 
releasing it.  

"I'm going to lick your balls now, honey.  I want to put them both in 
my mouth at the same time but  I 
don't know if I can, they're so big."  Peter felt her tongue darting 
around, flicking at his balls as she pulled 
up on his cock.  Raising his balls, she could now get her mouth around 
one, and then to Peter's delight, 
the other as well.  He felt the breath catch in his chest, it was such 
an incredible feeling to have them both 
in Stephanie's mouth.  She tugged at them gently and sucked.  As she 
sucked she let out a long, low 
"hhhhmmmm!" that vibrated his balls.  Releasing  them after some time, 
she said, "I want to suck your 
cock now."

Her hot mouth closed hungrily around Peter's cock, about halfway down, 
and she began sucking on it with 
great force.  Peter could hear little popping sounds as she sucked in 
bits of air.  She released him, gasping 
for breath and then began again only lower.  Now she began to make 
slow nodding motions and the 
popping, slurping sounds grew louder.  To Peter it felt like the  head 
of his cock had swelled to the size of 
a grapefruit.  It felt like the cum was literally being sucked  up and 
out from his balls.  Her head began to 
move up and down more quickly without letting up on the suction.  

"Oh, Steph!  You're gonna make me cum!"  Peter moaned.  "I can't hold 
out much longer."

She handed him the phone and the voice said, "I heard that!  I want 
you to come all over her face!  Flip 
her over.  You get on top and coat her face and tits with your come!"

Peter was almost too far gone to even think about what he was doing 
any more but he was secretly pleased 
with the request.  "Steph, wait," he said. " He wants me to cum on 
your face.  Turn over sweety.  I'll fuck 
your tits." 

Stephanie released his cock, gasping for breath and lay on the bed 
next to Peter, pushing her large soft 
breasts up and together.  "Cum for me, honey!" she gasped.  "I don't 
care who sees us."

Peter straddled her chest, holding his cock firmly in his hand.  
Stephanie released her breasts, allowing 
them to part just enough to engulf his cock.  The soft warm flesh 
yielded to his thrusts. Peter looked down 
and watched the head of his cock disappear then reemerge from between 
her breasts.  She squeezed them 
more tightly together now and Peter felt his balls tingle.  He was a 
bout to cum.

"Oh, give it to me.  Honey, give me a warm bath with your cum!  I want 
to taste it, all salty and sweet.  
Don't hold back any more.  Cum for me.  Let it shoot out."  Her 
coaxing tone was more than Peter could 
take.  With one last jerky thrust he strained his cock as far  up 
between her breasts as it would go and let 
out thick hot streams of cum, catching her squarely in the face.  
Pulling back and stroking himself he 
coated her breasts with several more wet spurts."

He fell to the side of the bed and lay panting for a minute before 
remembering the phone in his hand.

"Very nice work, friend.  Thank you," the voice sounded  genuinely 
pleased.

"Can we go now?"  Peter asked, out of breath.

"Well, not quite yet," the voice said slyly.  "Give the phone to her."  
Peter felt a slight tinge of doubt creep 
into afterglow of his orgasm.  
  
Stephanie listened  to the voice for a long time.  "Haven't you had 
enough?  You're sick.  I won't do it!  I 
won't!"

"What does he want now?" Peter asked, startled by Stephanie's tone.

"Don't worry," she answered.  "I'm not going to do it.  No way."  
Another flower pot on the balcony 
shattered, making them both jump.  "OK!" she yelled into the phone.  
"OK, I'll get it,"  she said more 
softly, getting off the bed and handing the phone to Peter.  "Peter, 
I'm sorry," she whispered.  

The voice spoke. "You're pretty pleased with yourself right now aren't 
you?  You've got a beautiful 
girlfriend who is just wiping your come off her face.  I'm just some 
horny bastard out in the dark of the 
night, and, whatever I do to you, I'll still just be jerking off alone 
tonight while you'll have a nice little tale 
to tell.  You'll probably go on TV, become celebrities off this thing, 
make some money, sell your story or 
something.  That's what you're thinking now, isn't it?  Isn't it?"  

Peter felt panic returning.  The voice had laid bare his thoughts so 
keenly, almost more keenly than he 
had been aware himself.  

"Well, hopefully I going to make that a little more difficult for 
you," the voice went on.  "Don't worry.  I'm 
not going to kill you.  Not if you do as I say.  Do you know what your 
girlfriend is doing right now?  I'll 
bet you don't, so I'll tell you!  You're so clueless.  About yourself 
even, certainly about her.  I bet you don't  
even know that you girlfriend has a large collection of sex toys, do 
you?  Maybe she finds your attentions 
not enough to satisfy her, how should I know?  Anyway, she has one in 
particular that she enjoys.  I've 
watched her with it when you aren't around.  She puts it on and struts 
around the apartment in it, then she 
takes it off and uses it on herself.  You still don't know what I'm 
talking about, do you? I can see your 
bewilderment, even from here!  Turn around!"

Peter turned his gaze to Stephanie who was bending down next to the 
bottom dresser drawer.  As she 
stood up and turned towards him Peter looked with astonishment:  she 
was wearing a large black strap-on 
dildo, at least nine inches long and proportionally thick.  

"Stephanie!" he gasped.

The voice on the phone laughed.  "OK, assume the position!  All fours, 
if you please, head on the pillow."

Peter felt like a trapped animal as he turned over, pointing his now, 
for the first time, very vulnerable 
asshole in Stephanie's direction.  He could hear her tightening the 
straps as she stood behind the end of 
the bed.  He was still clutching the phone tightly.  

She climbed up on the bed, putting a hand on his ass, saying, "Peter, 
I'm sorry.  I thought we might try 
this some day, but not like this."  She let her hand slide down the 
crack of his ass and  she fondled his 
balls.  "I'll be as gentle as I can."

Peter steeled himself, but, mercifully the first thing he felt was the 
shocking cold of Stephanie's finger, 
covered with a blob of Vaseline, as it touched his asshole.  "Try to 
relax, Peter," she said as her finger 
slipped into him.  Peter thought it mildly uncomfortable, but not 
wholly unpleasant.  He even felt the 
faintest stirrings in his spent cock as she worked her finger deep 
inside him, around and around.  "I'm 
going to grease this thing up as much as I can," she said with a 
nurses businesslike detachment.  You let 
me know if I'm going to fast, OK?"  She gave him a little pat on the 
ass.

The next thing he felt was the cold head of the thick dildo press 
against his asshole.  He took a deep 
breath.  The  very tip forced its way into him, but not painfully far 
yet.  He felt his muscles, fighting the 
invasion, try to tighten up and force out the intruder.  

"Relax, honey," Stephanie cooed.  "The worst part is going to be 
getting the head of this thing into you.  
After that I think it won't be so bad.  I'd better be quick. I think 
that will be the least painful for you," she 
said. 

 Without further warning she thrust the head off the artificial cock 
into Peter's nervously quivering 
asshole.  He felt as if he was being split in two.  Stars danced in  
front of his eyes.

"OK, its in.  You all right?"  She asked, concerned.  Peter nodded, he 
was at least still alive.

She paused for a moment.  "Relax,  relax those muscles.  Just let it 
slide in."

Peter felt himself being filled up.  His sphincter wouldn't relax and 
let the dildo slide in easily.  He could 
feel every ridge of the thing as it inched its way deeper.

"That's enough of it," she said with finality.  "I got a lot in you.  
More than I could take, I think.  I'm just 
going to give you a second or two to get used to the feeling.
 
Peter was over the  initial searing pain of the entry.  He thought he 
could stand it if she didn't move but 
wasn't sure he could take it if she decided to fuck him.  Never before 
had he felt so vulnerable, so much in 
the power of another person.  He found it strangely arousing and 
waited with bated breath for what she 
would do to him next.   

"Ask her to fuck you," the voice said.  Peter hesitated.  "Do it!" it 
barked.

"He wants you to fuck me Steph," Peter said weakly.  He felt as if his 
knees might give way at any second.  
"Steph?"

"Yes, honey?" she answered.

"Be gentle, OK?"  he pleaded.

"Of course I will," she said.  Bending to kiss him between the 
shoulder blades she slowly started fucking 
him.  Every time she thrust into him a white, searing band of pain 
shot all the way up Peter's spine to his 
eyes.

"Good!" the voice crowed after some time.  "Now ask her to go faster 
for me."

"Faster, Steph.  He wants faster."  Peter panted. In spite of the pain 
he was feeling his cock was getting 
hard again.  Even though he was finding the physical sensations 
unpleasant something about the 
humiliating position he was in struck a chord deep within him, 
arousing him in ways he would never have 
expected.  Stephanie grabbed his hips and was pulling herself into him 
a little more forcefully.

"Stroke your cock," the voice ordered.  "I want you to come again, 
while she fucks you."

Stephen obeyed.  He timed his strokes to her thrusts, as if the 
pleasure he was giving his cock could 
override the pain of the dildo forcing its way in and out of his 
asshole.  His balls were tight against his 
body now and he arched his back so that Stephanie's thrusts would hit 
against them too.

The voice spoke again.  "You're almost done now.  You'll be able to 
put down the phone in a second. I'll 
still be watching you so don't stop.  If I don't see you come...well 
you know what I could do."  

Peter felt the familiar tingle in his balls begin. He wasn't going to 
last long anyway.  

"Another thing I thought you might like to know," the voice went on, 
"is that you'll never catch me.  
You'll never find out who I am.  But that's not the best of it.  The 
best thing is, I live around here.  I see 
you on the street, in the store, the subway, every once in a while, 
and, surely you see me too.  

Sensing his arousal, Stephanie actually started fucking him more 
vigorously.  "Cum for me baby," she 
said.  "I want you to cum again, for me."  Peter was trying to hold 
back but the humiliation he felt from 
what was being said to him was having  a powerful, stimulating effect. 

"Of course, you'll never know."  The voice was still droning on.  
Peter was barely hearing the words.  
 "You'll always have to wonder:  Is that scruffy guy waiting for the 
train eyeing me a little funny?  Did 
that well dressed man with the briefcase wink as he passed me in the 
street, or did he  just have something 
in his eye?  Did the guy bagging my groceries, did he smirk just then, 
as he put the Vaseline into the bag, 
or does he have a facial twitch?  Did a shadow of a smile creep across 
that bank teller's face the other day?  
You'll never know...

The inexorable rush to orgasm was on him,  he was on that last 
slippery slope from which there was no 
turning back.  He came violently, painfully, in thick heaving spasms. 
His cum drenched the bed sheets 
under him.  Stephanie timed her final thrusts to the jerks of his 
body.  His knees finally gave out then and 
she collapsed on top of him, the dildo still inside of him.  After a 
time she brought the phone to her ear: 
the line was dead.  





Fin

Richard Rivers 10/21/97

  





















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