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THE FOLLOWING STORY IS A TOTALLY TRUE ACCOUNT OF MY TEENAGE
YEARS. I AM POSTING IT IN SEVERAL CHAPTERS AT A TIME, SO IF YOU
LIKE IT YOU CAN KEEP ON DOWNLOADING IT. IF YOU DON’T, THEN YOU
WON’T HAVE TO WASTE YOUR TIME DOWNLOADING LONG FILES. I DO
HOPE YOU LIKE IT. IT HAS BEEN A GREAT EXPERIENCE WRITING THIS ALL
DOWN. REMEMBERING THESE INCIDENTS HAS BROUGHT IT ALL BACK TO
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CHAPTER 1

I grew up in the sprawling, upper middle class suburbs of NY. At the
age of 14, I became
more and more focused on two major subject - sports and sex. Sex
seemed to be taking
preference over sports. I spent many an afternoon and early evening
playing in my
backyard as well as around the neighborhood. Our neighborhood was
filled with similar
families to mine - 2 or 3 kids, a father who worked at a decent job
and a mother, who
spent much of her days shopping and hanging out with her particular
set of friends. My
mother was a card player. She played cards with her girlfriends 2 or 3
times a week.
	Somewhere in my 14th year, I accidentally stumbled upon an
activity which would,
in a short time, become my passion - peeping into windows around the
neighborhood. It
happened quite by accident. I was out in my backyard one evening. The
sun had set and I
was just sort of hanging out, lost in my own thoughts. I looked over
at my next door
neighbor's house with no particular intention. I saw that their
bedroom light was on and
the shade was not fully drawn down. I thought to myself, "Hmmm. I
wonder what I might
see if I sneaked up to the window. Now let me say that this particular
neighbor was not
what you would call a beauty. In fact, she was downright ugly. She was
fat and her face
left much to be desired. If I were to fantasize about fucking someone,
she would be the
last one I would ever think about. But the opportunity was there, and
when opportunity
knocks, we must answer the call!
	I slipped up undetected to the window and snuck a quick peek.
She was in there!
She was fully dressed, but just the idea of watching someone while
they didn't know it was
very intriguing to me. I watched for a few minutes. She went into the
bathroom and I lost
sight of her. I waited a couple of minutes and then I was rewarded for
my patience. She
came out of the bathroom and her tits were exposed. She was wearing a
girdle and her fat
rolls were hanging over the edge of her girdle. She did have huge
tits, though. I stared at
her with delight. She did a few things in the bedroom as I watched
those big tits shake
from side to side. I was enthralled. I didn't see much more of her
that night, but the bug
had bit me. If I could see this fat old bitch, why couldn't I peep at
some of the many
women in the neighborhood who I really wanted to see? I didn't realize
just how easy it
would be. I began to make plans for the following night.

CHAPTER 2
	I hate to admit it, but that night I went up to my room and
jerked off thinking
about that fat, ugly bitch next door. Yeah, she was ugly, but I had
seen my first live tits
and I was really turned on by it. I couldn't wait for darkness to fall
the following evening.
Now, my neighborhood was filled with nice homes. There must have been
over a hundred
in all. There were lots of windows to peek into. I wondered how many
of them had
slightly open shades, or blinds, or some way to get a peek at some
good looking woman. 
	Finally, that next night came. My parents were pretty lenient
with me and let me
pretty much be on my own. It was summer and I usually stayed out until
9 or 10 o'clock,
giving me a good hour or so to do some serious peeping. I took a walk
around the block
that night, with an eye towards a bedroom window with a light on. I
found one. It was the
G's house. Mrs. G was in her late 30's and she was pretty good
looking. She was slim and
always dressed nicely. She was pretty sexy. I slipped between houses,
unnoticed. I crept
up to the window. Sure enough, the blinds were only partially closed.
As I later found out,
many, many windows were like this. I suppose these people never even
thought about
someone peeping in their windows. Maybe, I thought, they did it on
purpose. Maybe they
WANTED some kid like me to get his rocks off sneaking peeks at their
naked bodies.
	I looked inside Mrs. G's bedroom. They were both in there,
lying in bed. Mr. G
was a fat, bald guy. I never really liked him and I wondered why she
was with a jerk like
him. He was lying there in his boxer shorts, his fat belly sticking
out. She was wearing
some kind of housecoat. It had slid up her legs. I could ALMOST make
out her pussy, but
it was more imagination than anything else. I made a decision to wait
there to see if she
would get undressed. There were some bushes around the side of the
house and I felt I
was pretty safe hiding out there. I'd sneak a peek every couple of
minutes to see if she had
gotten up. It must have been at least a half hour and I was getting
ready to depart when
she finally got up. She said something to him, I couldn't hear through
the closed window,
but I could see she wasn't real happy with him. She kept looking
towards him, her lips
moving as she started to take off her housedress. I watched with
baited breath as she
slipped it off to reveal a tanned, pretty body with her bra and
panties on. Her back was to
me as I watched her. Her hands slipped behind her and undid the bra as
it fell limply to the
floor. "Turn around! Turn around!" I silently pleaded to her. She
slipped off her panties,
still turned towards him. her ass was real nice. White as snow against
the tanned body. She
bent down to pick up her underwear and I could see her tits swaying as
she did. They
weren't as big as my fat neighbor's, but they were nice. Real nice! I
watched and waited.
She yelled something at him and then turned quickly and headed for the
bathroom. It
wasn't nearly enough time to take in all of the magnificence of that
naked body. I did,
however, get the briefest of glimpses of Mrs. G's fantastic cunt. I
had never seen a real,
live cunt before and hers was beautiful. I can still see it before me,
even after all these
years. She went into the bathroom and I could hear the door slam. I
waited awhile to see
of she was still naked when she came out, but to my dissatisfaction,
she had on a
nightgown. I had seen enough, though, to make my first night of
peeping a successful one.
O ver the course of the next two years, I would make many return
visits to Mrs. G's
window. On very few occasions was I disappointed. The worst was when I
got to her
window and the blinds were fully closed. Man, was I pissed off!

CHAPTER 3
	I began to make almost nightly forays around the neighborhood.
It got so I was
able to make a sort of schedule. I knew when someone would be getting
undressed
because those wonderful ladies kept to an almost regular schedule, at
least during the
week. Weekends were harder because they would go out many times and I
would be left
with nothing to see. I'd try and find a new woman every night if I
could, though sometimes
I would spend my entire time at one window, watching some pretty lady
get
undressed...or even more. I guess it was about the third week of my
peeping that I got to
see somebody fucking. That was an experience! Mr. and Mrs. "S". They
were going at it
pretty strong as I watched and jerked myself off at their window. He
really fucked the shit
out of her. I had never seen people fucking before and tried to take
some lessons by
watching them. Mostly, they were doing it doggy style. She had a real
tight little ass and
he fucked her silly. 
	I was building up my clientele slowly but surely. In the two
years or so that I was
doing this, I imagine that I saw 30-40 of my wonderful neighbors
naked. The amazing
thing was that I never got caught. never even came close to being
caught. I attribute it to
my great skill at being a peeping Tom. Maybe, though, I was just
lucky. I couldn't get
enough of this activity and found myself doing it more and more. I
would get real pissed
off if , for some reason, I couldn't get out to watch my "shows". I
hated when it rained,
although I even managed to make a few trips in the rain. 
	I thought I had seen it all in the course of that first year
or so, but I was wrong.
Every once in awhile, I would get a glimpse of something new and
exciting. That first
Summer turned to Fall. I turned 15. Soon, Winter had arrived.


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CHAPTER 4

	Winter had it's good and bad points for me and my
"occupation". First, I didn't get
out nearly as much because of weather and school. On the plus side,
though, was that it
got dark much earlier, giving me more time to get around. I had lots
of ground to cover. 
	Giving an award for the best tits I'd ever seen was easy. Her
name was Francis W.
Much of the neighborhood was friendly with one another, but Francis
and her husband
kept pretty much to themselves. They had two pretty daughters. One was
my age, the
other was in college. The closest I ever came to getting caught was at
Mrs. W's house,
and it was all my fault. I made regular stops there and I was usually
afforded a pretty good
view of her. She would leave her bathroom window slightly ajar while
she did her thing in
there. When she'd hop in the shower, she would be standing almost next
to me and it got
me so hot I could scream. One night, she went to take her usual shower
and got into the
stall. Her tits were absolutely perfect. They were average in size,
but stood straight out
and her nipples were a deep, dark brown and very large. When the water
would hit them,
they would harden and I swear that they stuck out almost an inch. If I
could have sucked
any tits in the world back then (or even now, for that matter) it
would be hers without any
question. Anyway, she started to lather up, her tits glistening. I
couldn't help myself. I
stood right up to the window and called out. "You've got beautiful
tits!" Then I ran like
hell! I'm not even sure if she even heard me. I was afraid to come
back there for a long
time after that, worried that they might be hip to me and be there
waiting to nab me. God,
that woman was beautiful.
	My regular schedule consisted of having dinner, and then
telling my mom that I
was going out to play with my friends. "Be home before 11" Mom would
tell me. She
never minded, though, if I showed up later. In fact, I'm sure that
most of the time she
didn't even know if I was home or not. Anyway, I was making my rounds.
It was a good
night, that night. Usually, if I could peep in on 1 or 2 ladies, I
would consider it a good
night. This night, however, everything seemed to fall into place. It
wasn't often that I
would get to see something in every window I looked into.
	I visited my old friend, Mrs. G first. There she was! She
liked to prance around in
her bra and panties alot. I think she was pretty impressed with her
figure (why not?), and I
constantly would catch her looking into her mirror, grabbing her tits,
touching herself,
enjoying herself. She really was hot and I wished that I could fuck
her. I often fantasized
about her. I would imagine me coming over for some lame reason and she
would be there
in her bra and panties. No one was home and she'd invite me in. I
envisioned her coming
on to me and telling me how much she wanted to see me naked. I'd
undress and she'd get
down on her knees and give me the best blow job. Then, she'd take off
her undies and I
would fuck her. Oooh! If only that could have happened! 

CHAPTER 5

	It's funny how things work out. I got to see so many naked
women in my travels,
but the one that I most wanted to see, I never did....at least not on
my peeping journeys. It
wasn't for lack of trying, either. It's just that that damn window was
never opened enough
for me to see what was going on inside.
	Her name was Margaret. Margaret T. She was my mother's best
friend. She was
blond and buxom and she had the prettiest face. She had always been so
sweet to me and I
had the biggest crush on her. She had a son my age and I became
friends with him just so
that I could be near her as often as possible. I must have tried a
hundred times to spy on
her with no success. I even snuck into her bedroom a couple of times
when I was playing
with Mark, her son, to open the shade just a crack. Then I would come
by that same night,
only to find that it had been closed. Mrs. T was my first fantasy. I'd
be over there playing
with Mark and she'd be walking around the house and I'd just be
staring at her. She liked
to wear those housecoats that were so popular back in the late '50's,
early '60's. Lots of
times she wouldn't be wearing a bra. She'd bend over to pick something
up off the floor,
and I'd get a quick peek at some tit. 
	It was with Mark that I had my first live sexual experience.
We were up in his
room playing one day when we were about 12. He suggested we take off
our pants and
see what our cocks looked like. I figured it would do no harm, so I
did. He had a real little
pecker and I think he got embarrassed when he saw mine. I had a big
cock, even at the
age of 12. I measured it once and it was almost 9 inches long when it
was hard (which was
most of the time!). He asked me if he could touch my cock and I said
sure. He wanted me
to do the same and both of us got a hard on. We started to jerk each
other off and he came
in an instant. I freaked when that cum came pouring out and he started
shouting, "You
made me cum! You made me cum!" I was embarrassed to say the least. A
few weeks later,
we were up in his room again and he wanted to suck my cock. I had no
desire to suck his,
but I let him do it. I got hard thinking about his gorgeous mother. He
enjoyed sucking my
dick and I enjoyed having an orgasm. What he didn't know was that
orgasm was because I
was fantasizing about his mother! I wasn't really into the homo thing
and I discouraged
him in the future. What I wanted was a way to get to his mother.
	I even went so far as to sneak into her bathroom one day and
go through her dirty
clothes. I took a pair of soiled panties, a bra and a pair of
pantyhose. They became my
treasures. After a hard evening of peeping in windows, I would go up
to my room, slip on
her panties, bra and pantyhose and jerk off. Man, I had some great
orgasms thinking about
Mrs. T.

CHAPTER 6

	I turned 15 at the end of the Summer. I was still going pretty
strong with my
almost daily trips through the neighborhood, seeking out the naked
bodies of my
neighbors. It was funny, but I sometimes got a chance to peek into the
window of girls my
age or a little older, but I much preferred their mothers. I think
this is where I got the
"thing" for older women. It's still with me today. I've always enjoyed
having sex with
women older than me. My first fuck was with one and that just served
to bury that desire
deep within my psyche. It almost became run of the mill, until I would
come across some
new, exciting experience. I had a regular list of women who I would
visit, but I was
always on the prowl for new worlds to conquer. Mrs. Miller was one of
those new worlds.
	Mrs. Miller was a redhead, short in stature, with perky little
tits. She was no
knockout, but she had her moments. Her husband had been killed about 6
months earlier
in a bad accident and she had a daughter who was in my class at
school. I had never
peeped into her window before and I decided it was time to take a
shot. Her house was set
back and easily accessible for a peeping Tom. There was alot of cover.
The lights were on
and as happened more often than not, there was a view through the
shades right into her
bedroom. I crept up quietly to the window and took my first look in.
What a shock I got!
Let me preface what I'm about to tell you by saying that the word
around the
neighborhood was that she was a little strange. Strange in what way, I
wasn't quite sure,
but strange nonetheless. Her daughter, Jackie, was pretty and she
reached maturity alot
earlier than most girls. In otherwords, she had a nice set of tits at
an early age.
	I peeked in and there was Mrs. Miller, walking around the
room, putting some
clothes away. She was naked as a Jaybird. I caught a glimpse of her
pussy and it was as
red as her head. I had never seen a red pussy before and I liked what
I saw. I was really
getting into her when I saw her turn towards the door. The window was
open somewhat
and I could hear her say, "Come on in, Jackie." It seemed kind of
weird that she'd be
totally naked and tell her daughter to just come in. Jackie walked in,
wearing an oversized
tee shirt and no pants. She had pretty nice legs, too. Jackie and her
mom hugged each
other, her mom running her hands through Jackie's long, black hair. I
heard them both
laugh and Mrs. Miller pointed to the bed and Jackie walked over and
lay down on the bed
while her mom continued to finish what she had begun before Jackie
came in. I was
enthralled. I watched and waited, not knowing what was going to
happen. I just figured
that Mrs. Miller liked to walk around naked and didn't care that her
daughter could see
her.
	Mrs. Miller finished her work and walked over to Jackie, still
lying there in the
bed. She had her knees up and I could see that she had on a pair of
panties beneath her tee
shirt. They were talking to each other quietly and I could only make
out a few words of
their conversation. Then, Jackie took off her shirt. She had no bra on
and her young tits
were out in the open. Actually, her tits were bigger than her mom's. I
couldn't believe what
happened next. Jackie slid down to the edge of the bed while Mrs.
Miller lay back,
spreading her red haired cunt apart. Jackie pulled her hair back
behind her head and began
to eat out her mother! Man, was I getting turned on by that! Not only
was I seeing two
chicks going at it (which I had never seen before) but it was a mother
and daughter to
boot! Mrs. Miller was flailing around the bed as Jackie ate her pussy.
She was moaning
and yelping and I knew she was cumming hard when she started to
scream. It was
glorious. I guess this is what they meant by weird, I thought to
myself.
	Mrs. Miller pulled her daughter up her body after she came and
Jackie lay right on
top of her. They started to kiss each other. Watching two women kiss
each other was
more than I could bear and I came in my pants. I stayed, though, with
my wet pants. I
didn't want to miss a thing. Next thing you know, Mrs. Miller was
reaching into the draw
of her nighttable. She pulled out this pink thing. It took me a minute
to realize what it was.
It was a fucking dildo! There was this black strap attached to it and
I watched her intently
as she began to put it around her waist. She got up and fastened the
belt around her.
Goddamnit! She looked like she had a penis! She sat back down on the
bed, next to
Jackie. She lay down, spread her legs and that pink penis stood up
like the Washington
Monument between her legs. Jackie straddled her mom and, with her
fingers between her
legs, slipped that thing right up her wet cunt. Man, was I hot! Jackie
started to bob up and
down on that dildo, her tits flailing from side to side and up and
down until her mom
grabbed them and squeezed them tight. "I love you, baby! I love you
baby1" She cried
over and over as Jackie kept pumping away. Finally, she started to
yelp and moan as she
came. Boy, did she ever cum! She slipped the dildo from her cunt and
lay down on top of
her mother. Mrs. Miller wrapped her arms around her daughter and they
kissed
passionately. I felt as if I had just won the World Series in the
seventh game by pitching a
no hitter! 
	The two of them lay there for awhile and I thought they were
finished, but they
were far from done. Jackie strapped the same dildo around her and they
switched. Her
mom pumped away and was screaming when she came. Jackie sucked on her
mom's tits as
she came and then they repeated the same kissing and hugging scene
again. I thought to
myself, "Wow, I need to get some of that!" Jackie and I weren't very
close friends, but I
was a smart kid in school and she wasn't. I figured if I started to
help her out with her
schoolwork, maybe I could get some of that mother/daughter action. I
made it a priority!



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CHAPTER 7

	Jackie already had a reputation around school as being kind of
easy, if you know
what I mean. No one claimed to have fucked her, but you know how
stories and
reputations get started. Of course, no one but me knew that she was
fucking her mother! I
started to talk to her a little bit more and you KNOW I was as
friendly as I could be! I told
her I'd help her with her homework if she wanted and she said okay.
The first couple of
times I went over there, nothing happened. Her mom was real nice to me
and I thought
about making a pass at her, but I didn't quite yet. The third time I
went over, it was just
the two of us. Her mom was out and we were alone. We did our work and
we were
watching TV when I slid up next to her. I put my arm around her and
she didn't put me off
so I figured I would try a little more. I reached over and it was if
she was waiting for me
to kiss her. She WAS easy! We kissed a little and I put my hand over
her chest and started
to feel her up. We were going pretty strong when we heard the keys in
the door.
	Her mom walked in and she knew right away what we were into,
but she wasn't
like most moms would be if they came in and found you feeling up her
daughter. "Oh, hi
kids. I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" She smiled, knowingly.
"Jackie was cool, but I
was a little flustered. "Your hair is all messed up, Michael." she
pointed at my head. "Oh,
ugh, must be the pillow on the couch." I felt like a moron saying
that. She just walked into
the bedroom, saying nothing about it. I told Jackie that I'd better
get home. "See you
tomorrow?" I looked at her. "Sure," she smiled back at me. I
definitely got the feeling that
she liked me. I liked her too. Of course it helped knowing that she
liked to fuck her
mother.
	I was definitely looking forward to the next night. I figured
for sure that I would
finally break my maiden with Jackie. Wrong again! We had planned on me
coming over
around 7. I arrived promptly. I had showered and was quite proud of
the way I looked. I
even put on a little cologne I had for special occasions. I knocked on
the door and waited
for Jackie to answer. The door opened, but it was her mother who
answered the door. The
only reason I was a little disappointed was that I had hoped her mom
wouldn't be home so
that I could fuck Jackie. "Oh, Michael! Come on in." I walked into her
large and pretty
house and looked around. "Hi, Mrs. Miller. Where's Jackie?" "Oh,
Michael, I'm so sorry.
Jackie had to go over to her aunts house to baby-sit. It was kind of
an emergency and she
didn't get a chance to call you. I'm sorry." "Oh, that's all right,
Mrs. Miller." "Michael,
please don't call me Mrs. Miller. It sounds so formal. Just call me
Kayl." "Ok, sure, uh,
Carol." It felt a little strange calling her by her first name, but I
did. "Well, I guess I'll see
her tomorrow at school." I turned and began to walk to the door.
"Wait, Michael. You
don't have to leave because Jackie isn't here." My heart pounded,
hearing that. "Why don't
you come on in and we'll have a little talk." She reached her hand out
to me and I took it
willingly, excitedly and she lead me to the living room. I sat on the
couch and she sat
directly across from me in a large, comfortable looking chair. She
crossed her legs and I
saw much more leg than I was supposed to. Of course I had seen it all,
though she didn't
know it.
	"Jackie seems to like you quite a bit, Michael." 
	"She does?" I smiled.
	"Yes, she does. You know you are a very good looking young
man. I'm proud of
my daughter's taste." she smiled back at me, exposing just a little
bit more leg. I tried not
to let her see me look, but it was no use. "Would you like a drink?"
She asked. "Okay. Do
you have any coke?" She got up as I said coke and walked into the
kitchen. I watched her
tiny ass shimmer from side to side as she walked. She sure had a sexy
walk! She came
back with my coke and a drink for herself, which must have been
alcohol. She sat down
next to me on the couch and we began to talk about school and stuff.
Just small talk. She
had finished her drink and I could see she was already a little bit
tipsy. 
	"Did you know my husband, Ron?" I could sense a tear welling
up in her eye as
she spoke. "Not really," I answered honestly. She went on to talk a
little about him and by
the time she had finished, she was sobbing. I felt uneasy. I wasn't
quite sure what to say to
her, but I really wanted to be of some assistance. Before I could come
up with something,
she did. "Oh, I'm sorry, Michael, I shouldn't burden you with this
stuff. It's just that I've
been so lonely since he's gone." She reached out and took my hands,
laying them in my
lap. She held them tightly. "You're so sweet to listen to me." She
looked me in the eyes
and I felt such empathy for her.
"Thank you," she smiled and then she reached over to me and kissed
me...on the lips! I
was alittle stunned. I could smell the alcohol on her breath, but I
could also smell the
intoxicating scent of the perfume she had one.
	She had deep, expressive green eyes. Her skin had a pinkish
glow to it, although
she had on makeup. Her red hair, which she had up in a bun-type style,
glimmered with
redness in the light of the lamp behind her. She wore a pretty, light
blue dress with
stockings beneath. She was a slight woman, maybe 5’4 and probably no
more than 115
lbs. I assumed she was in her late 30’s. I never asked her age.
	She waited for a reaction. “Wow, Mrs., uh Kay!” was about all
I could muster. I
felt myself blowing this whole scene. She just laughed. “Michael,
Michael,” she grasped
my hands in hers. “I’ll bet you’ve never slept with a woman, have
you?” Her head turned
slightly to the side. She looked so pretty. I admitted that I hadn’t.
“That’s okay,” she said
softly. “Everyone has to have a first time, don’t they?” I nodded my
head. She kissed me
again. This time it was a more passionate kiss. Harder. Longer. Her
eyes were closed as
she kissed me. I peeked. “Michael?” she spoke softly as she lifted one
of my hands to her
chest. “Touch me.” She placed my hand right over her tit. I started to
rub across her
breast. I could feel her nipple, hard and erotic. She tossed her head
back as I massaged her
tit. She moaned and sighed. “Oooh, that feels so good. Do you like
that?” I was warming
up to the situation, having gotten over the initial shock of her
seducing me. From all that I
had seen through all of those windows, I pretty much knew what to do
and how to do it. I
suppose my peeping was about to pay off.
	This time, I kissed her. She took my lips smoothly and I felt
her mouth open as we
kissed. I felt her tongue against my lips and opened them. Her tongue
slipped in and soon
our two tongues were entangled and flittling back and forth over each
other. I began to
unbutton her dress, but she suddenly stopped me. She pushed me back. I
was afraid she
wanted to stop, but she just wanted us to go into the bedroom.
	Without going into too much detail, suffice it to say that we
fucked for about two
hours. She went wild when she saw the size of my cock and she gave me
the most
wonderful blowjob. She insisted on swallowing every drop of cum I had.
I fucked that
lady like a madman and both of us had numerous orgasms. Her sweet red
pussy was
intoxicating and once I had tasted the juices within her, I became
addicted to eating pussy.
When we finished, we lay there naked, spent and totally satisfied. She
told me that she had
never been fucked like that before. Not even by her husband. I felt
good. I felt great. I felt
like a real man. I also was in love.
	I suppose most guys fall in love the first woman they fuck, as
long as it’s a good
experience. I was no different. All I could think about was Kay, Kay,
Kay. She was smart
enough to warn me. She told me not to fall in love with her because
nothing could ever
come of it. It didn’t help, though, because I WAS in love with her.