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LOOKING AT MILLY

	by Drypoet

I'm a voyeur; no, that is a nice word, I'm a dirty old peeping tom. I get my
rock  off when I see a man or woman unaddressed or partially undressed, on in
the act of undressing. But if I think they don't know I'm watching them, my
prick really spits. My ex-wife  knew this and used it so that both of us would
get very excited. She loved to show off and was an expert at showing off to
selected persons, including me, in public and wonderful places.

But those are different stories and this happened while I was living alone,
alone in a basement while a woman and her daughter living upstairs. I had
gotten devoiced the previous year, stayed drunk for four or five months, then
sobered up and decided I'd better to something to put my life back together.
And so I decided to live alone  until I could get enough money together to
start my own business. The lady upstairs made it very clear that she didn't
have any interest in a relationship with me. And that fit very nicely into my
plan.

The daughter, Milly, was sixteen and I thought of her more as a little sister
than a potential lover. But she did have a nice ass and very shapely tits, and
I will have to admit that there was more than one night that I got myself off
thinking about watching her undress. I even checked her bedroom window to see
if there was way that I could see in, there wasn't. But she partied a lot and
there were several boys who were always wanting to take her out and, I
supposed, get into her panties. Ironically, it was because for those parties
that all of this happened.

Milly was in the habit of getting drunk, too drunk to talk clearly or even walk
without holding on to something. Her mother didn't approve of her drinking and
when she came home drunk, a big hassle would erupt. So Milly got into the habit
of coming to my place after she had been drinking to sleep until she sobered
up. I never did figure that out, the Mother would raise hell if the kid got
drunk, but never said a thing if she didn't come home at night.

Milly wore jeans almost always when she partied and when she came to my place
to sleep, she'd sprawl on the couch, sometimes covering herself, but sleeping
most of the time with nothing over her. And when Milly went to sleep, she was
asleep and nothing bothered her. I could play music, watch TV, or talk on the
telephone and she would not wake up or remember anything that I did. One night,
she rolled off the couch, I picked her up and laid back on the couch, she
didn't stir or have any memory of me moving her around. That night I wondered
if I could get away with stripping her pants down so I get a look at her pussy.
While she slept, I sat in my chair and played with my cock; I took it out and
almost got myself to go off.

About a week later, I was watching a movie and I heard Milly trying to open my
door. As usual she was drunk, so drunk that she could hardly get into my
apartment. But there was one thing different, Milly was weaning a dress, a
dress and panty hose. She sat on the couch and mumbled about the guys that she
had been with that night. That wasn't unusual, she seldom had good things to
say about them. I some times thought her only interest in them was the booze
that they bought her. And her only interest in booze was that it pissed her
mother off when she got drunk.

She sat on the couch, mumbling about her dates, then pulled her dress up to her
mid thigh and showed me a big tear in her panty hose; I think she said one of
the guys was grabbing at her crotch.  My prick twitches. I was thinking about
suggesting to her to take her undies off because they were too tight and would
make her uncomfortable. But before I got the words out of my mouth, Milly
rolled over and more or less pulled a blanket over her; the back of her dress
was above the bottom of her ass and I could see her very brief black panties.
My prick did some more twitching.

I watched TV for a while longer, keeping an eye on Milly's ass, and then I went
into my bedroom and laid down on the bed. I thought about Milly's black panties
and imagined what was under them. Unzipped my pants and shove them with my
shorts down almost to my knees. I took my prick in my hand, it was almost hard.
I felt excitement in my balls and the lower part of my gut. I pumped the skin
up and down a couple of times. Then I ran my fingers over the head of it and
then smelled my fingers, licking the moisture from them. I was hot and knew
that I would get hotter. While I shoved my finger gently into my asshole, I
wondered if I'd dare pull her panties down so I could get a good look at her
cunt. Knowing how soundly she slept, I didn't think getting Milly's panties
down would be a problem, but I didn't know how to get them back up.

I decided to wait until I was sure that Milly was asleep and then I'd pull her
dress up and get a look. Then after that, I'd jack off. So I pumped my prick a
couple of times and rolled over, day dreaming about other cunts I had seen,
especially my ex wife's cunt. She had a beautiful cunt and like to show it off
in when public. There were times we'd be sitting side by side in a restaurant
and she'd tell me to look in her lap. When I did, I saw her red pubic hair
poking out from beneath the hem of her dress.  She knew I'd be turned on and
that would turn her on. I almost got my rocks off remembering fucking my ex
wife.

Then I heard Milly go into the bathroom. She still wasn't steady on her feet
and she banged against the door going in, then the walls, then fell against
something; for while I thought I'd have go into the bathroom and rescue her.
And of course my imagination was very certain that she'd have her panties down
and I'd see her pussy. I wondered if she had a hairy pussy or if it was one
that is almost bald, all the time gently pumping my cock, bringing the sperm up
in me. Feeling those wonderful sensations in the pit of my gut and in my legs.
I was starting to want to go off, too shot my wad, to spit my sperm onto the
sheets. But I held off, hoping to get another look at Milly's crotch. In a
while she stumbled back to couch and very shortly after that, I heard nothing
but the television.

I had to piss and I walked quietly into the bathroom. When I turned on the
light, I saw what met my finest fantasy might come true, I saw Milly's panties
and panty hose heaped in the middle of the bathroom floor. I can't ever
remember my prick getting that hard that fast. I was going to see her cunt, her
crack and her pubic hair, and maybe put my finger in it. I freed my cock from
my shorts and tried to piss. But I was too hard, it wouldn't point toward the
toilet, and it wouldn't bend so that the spigot at the bottom my bladder would
turn on, and I was yet to look at Milly. Finally, I let enough piss out so that
I was comfortable, I pulled my pants up and looked into front room.

There was Milly, uncovered, laying on her back with her skirt almost above her
thighs. I could her pubic hair poking from beneath the hem, it was black and it
was thick. I called Milly's name a couple of times but just as I had expected,
her breathing didn't change and she didn't move. I stepped back into the
bathroom and shoved my pants down. My prick was hard, was fat, wanted to be
pumped, pumped until it shot out cum, a big wad of cum, cum all over the place.
I pumped it and pumped it; the cum wanted to cum, cum in Milly's cunt. But I
shoved it back in my pants and went back to where Milly was near naked.

I walked up to the couch and said her name pretty loud a couple of times, but
nothing; she didn't grunt, she didn't move, and her breathing was unchanged. I
put my hand on her shoulder and shook her, then shook her again, but nothing,
no movement, no grunting, no change in her breathing; then I lifted her skirt,
I was going to get away with it; I lifted her skirt until all of her cunt and
pubic hair was exposed. Then I stepped back and looked, I grabbed my engrossed
tool trough my pants, God I was getting  hotter by the minute. I pumped my
prick and stepped back into my bed room.

I dropped my pants again and sat on the edge of my bed. Holing my erection, I
tried to think; there was a woman with her cunt exposed in my apartment and she
didn't know I was looking at her, looking enough to get excited, excited enough
to go off, to go off several times and what was I going to do. Without really
answering that question, I took off all of my clothes. I stood naked in front
of the mirror and looked at myself, my hairy chest, my swollen balls and my big
prick. I rubbed my belly and pumped my prick. The excitement in me rose and
rose, wanting more and more; more of Milly, more of her cunt, more pubic hair,
more looking. More feeling ashamed and getting away with it. I wrapped a
bathrobe around me and went back to Milly's sixteen-year-old cunt. 

I didn't call her name this time. I looked directly at her hairy crotch and
opened my robe. I ran the skin up and down a couple of times, then reached down
and ran my hand through Milly's pubic hair, she didn't move. I rubbed her cunt
crack softly and she squirmed just a bit. I withdrew and watched her from
across the room. She didn't move again or make any more noise. Her cunt was
still; Milly's beautiful cunt was there in the open where I could see it.

I dropped my robe to the floor and sat in the chair so that I could see Milly's
cunt. I propped my leg up so I could put my hand under my balls and put my
finger in my asshole. I twisted my finger around a couple of times and then
smelled it when I pulled it out. It smelled like shit. I wiped the shit off my
finger onto the chair. God I was excited. Then I just pumped my foreskin,
slowly at first. I was going to go off. I pumped looking at cunt; I was going
to go off looking at Milly's young black hairy cunt. I was getting ready to
shoot cum at cunt.

But I stopped pumping and  for a while I thought I was going to go off anyway.
There were times when I was married that I'd be jacking off to some show that
my wife was putting on, and she'd ask me to hold back until she could suck me
off, or I could get my dick inside of her, but I go off even though I'd quit
pumping the foreskin. The prick spit would always burn when it came out. I
waiteed for the burning to start, but it didn't and the urge to shoot subsided.
I sat quietly for a moment and tried to decide if I wanted to go off. Of course
I did, but I didn't want the excitement of getting ready to go off to stop.

Milly's cunt lips were puckered together like a prune and they were dry. She
didn't know what was happening. I felt just a bit of guilt, but not enough to
soften my hard cock. There was little doubt that Milly had been fucked;
probably fucked good. But the skin around her slit was young enough and I knew
she would be a tight fuck. I though about putting my face between her legs and
licking that prune until it opened. I imagine licking her clitoral bone until
her joy knob stood straight out, then I'd lick until she screamed. While I was
imagining the taste of her cunt juice, I moved my hand the length of my prick
and before I was really ready, I was coming. I went tense, I stiffened my legs,
I pointed my topes, I clenched my jaw and gritted my teeth, then the stuff
started to run. The thrill took command of every nerve in my body.

My breathing became rapid and I supposed I moaned or yelled. I caught the
shooting cum in my free hand and the hot juice dripped back onto my bare belly.
I kept pumping and more prick spit shot out. I pumped my hips and pelvis to get
more; more thrill, more just strong feeling and stuff shooting out me into my
open hand. And I wanted my whole body to scream, to shriek ‘I'm doing it, I'm
shooting my shit and I'm a man!' When feelings subsided, I rubbed my cum all
over my chest and onto my face. I licked the cum from my hand. I like the taste
of my cum; it's salty like piss, but mildly sweet.

Milly didn't move and I sat very still for awhile after I finished. I fondled
my tool, I knew it would some time before it would get hard again. But it would
get hard, real hard as I remembered what had just happen. I'd most likely beat
off a dozen or so times to fantasies about this and I was looking forward to
it. But for the moment there were more mundane things to do, like taking a
piss. I though about showering to get the cum off my body. But the cum was a
reminder of Milly's cunt and I went to bed with out the shower.

I suppose I slept three, maybe four hours. When I woke up, my prick was bone
hard, I was dreaming of Milly's cunt. I had my hard in my hand and was thinking
about jacking off, when I heard Milly in the kitchen. I pulled on a pair of
pants and a shirt. I could smell the passion on myself and my bone got bigger.
When I got into the kitchen, Milly was pouring herself a glass of tomato juice.
She offered me one and we sat at the kitchen talking about almost nothing. When
she finished her juice, she said she'd better be getting home and I agreed.

Milly went back and sat on the couch. I had a clear view of her as she bent
over and picked her shoes up off the floor. She then lifted her leg while she
put the shoe on and her cunt was exposed. She noticed that her skirt was to the
top of thigh; she started to pull it down while she said didn't mean to do
anything and that she was sorry. 

I told her that it didn't upset me if I saw her crotch  without panties on and
that she had nothing to be sorry for. Milly didn't say anything, she just
looked at me. Her look said she wanted to ask a question, but she didn't know
what the question was. Finally she reached down for her other shoe. Then she
lifted her left leg up in the air, exposing her cunt, her pubic hair and lower
belly while she put her shoe on. When she had her shoe on, she sat her foot on
the floor, covered her cunt with her skirt, and just starred at me. After a
moment she went to the bathroom, picked her panties and pantyhose and left my
apartment.

When she was gone, I locked the door, and took off all of my clothes. My prick
was as big, if not bigger, than it was last night. Milly had deliberately
showed me pussy, her young, hairy ,very fuckable cunt; I knew I'd see it again
and that possibility ignited every nerve in my body with passion. I pumped my
prick until I was certain I'd  go off, then I knelt beside the couch and
sniffed the fabric that had been under Milly's bare ass, as my prick spit shot
into my hand.


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