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NUDE STARS AND TELESCOPES - III
Chapter 3
I awoke around 9 AM with a throbbing headache, a black eye, a swollen lip,
and wonderful memories of the day before. I went to the bathroom to do
my morning routine and prepare for "our walk".
My watch showed 9:45 AM when I started my journey.
I walked for almost an hour when I realized Lisa is nowhere to be found.
Had I been lied to? It has happened all too many times before. Why
should this be different?
I started back towards my house. I was depressed.
I began to notice the scenery I had taken for granted. Children playing
in well cared for lawns. Housewives tending to the hedges or watering
the lawns. Some wore shorts and tank tops. Others, wore bikini tops and
mismatched jeans. Some dressed in skirts, tops, and hose. Why? I don't
know.
I had left my door unlocked (as I always do) for I have nothing to steal,
except, my telescope (rocket scientists are to dumb to steal). I could
hear my phone ringing as I opened the door. I rushed to 'pick up' when
the answering machine was activated. I let the machine get it.
"Well, you had a pretty good walk. I know you are listening. I saw you
go into your house. Why don't you lock your door? You can 'pick up' now.
"
I grabbed the phone.
"We will be over in 20 minutes."
'We'll be over?' What is she talking about?
Thirty minutes later a knock came at my door. I opened the door to see
Lisa and a redheaded woman. She looked very familiar. It is Rachel...my
'therapist', from the Hotline. She was wearing a neon yellow BodyGlove
swim suit with black shorts to cover. Lisa was wearing as identical suit
only in white with a matching wrap skirt to cover. What are they doing
here?
Lisa and Rachel entered my living room with authority. Without a clue, I
watched. They sat on my sofa in unison. It almost looked military.
Why is Rachel here?
"you've had your workout. It's our turn now."
'Our turn'? I thought; What was going on?
Lisa pried herself from the sofa to an upright position She walked
toward me with as odd look on her face. Without a word she commanded me
to the floor. My T-shirt was pulled from my body...then, my shorts. My
shoes were left in place. She rose and returned to the sofa. Rachel was
standing as Lisa regained her seat and crossed her legs. The glimpse of
her full thighs from beneath the wrap skirt quickened my loins. Fear and
excitement recaptured me. I am naked only for my shoes and not a clue
what is going on.
"What? No hard-on? I'm disappointed. I thought you likes me." Rachel
was moving closer.
Standing over my nude shod body, Rachel unzipped her swimsuit. Her
tanned breast tried to peek out as she removed the shorts covering the
lower portion of her suit. I know now why she wore the shorts. A
perfect V to the waist and a thong in back completed the neon yellow one-
piece swimsuit. The long zipper was low enough to expose a tuft of red
pubic hair.
I sat motionless as Rachel surprised me with a mild strip-tease. I
glanced at Lisa to find she had vanished.
Strip-tease complete, she aimed her red pubic hair toward my mouth. She
placed both hands on the back of my head and forced my face into her
mound. The wounds of the previous day hurt like a son-of-a-bitch, but, I
went on.
"Hi haught oou ver ah farafish."
She pulled my head back with a handful of hair.
"What?"
"I thought you were a therapist (gasp) ?"
"Are you saying this is not therapeutic?"
My face was replaced to it's original position.
"Muair his Heesha?"
My head was jerked back with a curt "What?"
"Where is Lisa?"
"Coming...well, she'll be back."
Face in the same place...and, very wet.
I found that if I flicked my tongue real fast across her clitoris she
would rock her hips away from my face and quiver, slightly, before
returning. This gave me an opportunity to breathe.
"You know? Your dick looks really big when I look through this."
It was Lisa's voice, but, I could not see anything, but; red-dark-red-
dark. I heard the rattle of metal and carbon composite. I pulled my
head back against Rachel's hands to see my telescope in the hands of Lisa.
"Vuff har oou fooingh?"
Rachael burst into a terrific spasm and began to shout obscenities. It
sounded like an orgasm, only louder. Exhausted, she fell to the floor.
Rachael 'dead' on the floor, I could focus on Lisa. The leprechaun had
my telescope! She was looking thought the view finder at my dick.
"You know that trying to focus on anything in this room is useless. The
telescope is too powerful and anything in this room will be a blur."
"Don't you worry about me or your telescope. I know what I am doing...By
the way, Rachael is 'cumming' around."
The redhead woke with a vengeance. I had avoided an erection until now.
All I could see was the top of her red head and the wonderful sensation
of lips across my penis as her head lowered and raised. How quick she
was to recover. I wondered.
I searched the room to find Lisa. She had moved my telescope to the
floor. The tripod was in place. It was an image which disturbed me.
Rachael was tiring. She stopped. She slid to sleep.
The redhead was (again) on the floor, this time, asleep. Lisa held my
telescope hostage. I was still nude wearing shoes...and confused.
Lisa knelt before the viewing portion of the telescope. The ocular was
wet. She removed the white wrap skirt from around her waist. The
bathing suit had been unzipped to its' fullest potential.
I watched in total amazement as she stripped the white swimsuit off her
body. She mounted the telescope like a horse and guided the viewfinder
into her vagina. It was awkward picture of a woman manipulating a
telescope to give her pleasure. Yet, she did it so well.
The viewfinder is about 11 inches long and 1.5" in diameter, interrupted
by mounting brackets 3" apart. This did not seem to stop her from
running the ocular in and out of an obviously wet
mound of blonde hairs.
Stunned, I watched her violate my telescope. In a way; it turned me on.
In a way; it pissed me off. This woman has hit me...humiliated me...and,
now, attacked something I felt very passionate
about...My Stars.
My passion over took me. In a nude rage, I rushed her and removed my
telescope from her grasp. I gently placed the violated telescope to the
side at arm's length. Lisa had a impish grin on her lips.
"Now that I am warmed up..."
I pinned Lisa to the sofa. She was half on and half off the cushions.
Half anger, half passion guided my shaft deep into her mound. I drove my
cock in her deeper and faster with each stroke. She made not a sound as
the minutes raced by. I was tiring. I had not felt the stir of
ejaculation.
In fact, I began to wonder if I were to cum at all.
My thrusts became slower and the force diminished. My dick hurt. I
determined I had three thrusts left and gave it all I had left. On the
third she wrapped her arms around me in a bear hug which squeezed the
breath out of me. Her body began to quiver as she let out a low roar.
Then she was silent.
In less than 20 minutes the women were gone. I recaptured my clothes and
began cleaning my poor telescope. This is going to take hours.
Weeks would pass before I saw Lisa again. It was spontaneous, fantastic,
no bruises, and I had to clean my telescope.
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