I'm Not Alone



Introduction: This is my 30th offering and it is a story of a young boy with an

obsession to peep and he finds out that he’s not alone and he’s not typical.

I am a typical 12 years old boy; at least I think I am. I’m 4”10”, weigh about 90

pounds, I have long, shaggy hair on my head and hope to start my development

soon. I’ve got raging hormones that u*********sly want to find out everything

there is to know about girls and what makes me feel the way I do down between

my legs, plus I want to start doing something other than growing the scraggly little

hairs emerging round my pecker.

I am totally consumed by the thought of to opposite sex and what they look like

down there in their panties, so I drool over the thought of seeing a magazine or

pictures or anything that makes me think that I might get a chance to see

something. I am the epitome of the phrase, “I would drag my balls over ten miles

of broken glass just to hear her piss in a tin can on the other end of a pay

telephone” and that’s bad. But I’m just a typical 12 year old boy.

I live in a small town that acts as the hub for all of the local farmers, you know,

where they buy their feed and equipment and stuff. It is a nice clean town or so I’m

told; I’ve never seen any other town to compare it with. We live in a single story

house next to the forest that makes up the County Park Area and I use that to go

back and forth to Jimmy’s house about a half mile away.

One day, I was late getting home; it was just as the sun was setting and I

happened to past by this house that also backed up to the same park as we do. I

don’t know why I happened to look over at it but I’m sure glad that I did, because

what I saw stopped me in my tracks. Through an open window, there in all her

glorious self, was a woman,; kind of old looking, about my mom’s age, about 35

or so, standing in front of a mirror looking at herself. The lights were on in the

room and she started unbuttoning her blouse. I froze there, mesmerized.

I crept around a tree that was growing next to their back yard and hid there

watching intently. As she undid the last button at the bottom and pulled it off, all I

saw was her bare skin and her bra. I had never seen a woman in just her bra, not

even my own mom. I thought that I had died and gone to heaven. Then, she made

it even better. She slipped the straps over her shoulders and dropped down the

bra exposing her tits to my starving eyes. I almost collapsed right there in the

forest. As she unclasped the bra and removed it from around her tummy, she

noticed the blinds in the window had not been drawn so she covered her tits with

her arm and went to draw the blinds. She looked out to see if anyone was out

there but I had hidden behind the tree, out of sight.

I stood there for the longest time trying to catch my breath. My God, I was thrilled

beyond any words that I knew and I literally ran home on cloud nine. Mom asked

me what was wrong that evening over dinner; I was so quite. I kept replaying that

scene in my mind, over and over of her taking the straps over her shoulders

exposing the most wondrous sight I could ever imagine. I was hooked from that

day forward, I had to see more.

I found myself being drawn out every night, first into the park to check out if the

lady had left her blinds open again. She never did, so then I expanded my search

to include other homes in different neighborhoods. I even went through the park to

the town next door in search of an open widow.

You see, there is a park between two small communities; each having their own

identity. The town where I live is the bigger of the two and has all of the stuff that

people want, but the other community is where some people live, like my friend

Jimmy. We have one school where we meet but the distance is too great for me

to walk, except through the park. That way is a fairly short; I can make it easily in

15 minutes.

So on this one particular night, I had sneaked out of my room after dark and

headed for the neighboring town to try and fill the consumption for addiction. I

passed the house where I started my new habit; for that’s what it was, a habit, and

seeing the blinds all drawn, continued on my quest. I had passed many houses,

none with any illumination coming from the rear facing windows, until I made it to a

row of houses on the outskirts of the neighboring town. There I spotted one with

the rear window covering open and I stop to investigate.

I slowly crept forward in the dark, taking great care not to step on any twigs or

anything that might tip off someone of my presence. I got up to about 5 feet from

the window and peered into the room. It was a bedroom and there was evidence

that someone had been in there not long ago. There was a hair brush on the

dresser and the closet door was partly open. There was a light coming from the

closet and at that very moment, someone was coming back into the room.

I ducked my head and scurried back to the protection of the park and, again,

looked on. There on the other side of the window was a woman; she looked much

younger than my mom, setting some clothes down on the dresser. She was

reaching into the top drawer and retrieving something. She was holding them up

to inspect them. THEY WERE HER UNDERWEAR! MY GOD, I WAS LOOKING

AT HER UNDERWEAR!

She laid them down and left the room for a minute and when she returned she had

removed her top and was reaching behind her, unzipping her skirt. I was shaking I

was so excited. She was stepping out of her skirt and was standing up to brush

her hair in the mirror. She just had on her bra and panties and I was watching her!

I had a minute to change position for a better view so I shimmied up the tree I had

been leaning on and got a much better angle to see what was about to happen.

As I settled in, she unfastened her bra and removed it off of her tits. I thought I

would explode seeing her full chest as I did and then she pulled down her panties

in one motion and stood up to admire her body, or to show it off for my eyes.

Which ever it was, it was perfect. From my angle up in the tree, I could see over

her shoulder down to her bushy dark crotch and I almost let out a groan.

As she turned and went into the room, I detected movement below me. I froze. I

did not dare breathe. Someone was approaching my position and slowly coming

forward to spy on the unsuspecting lady in the window. I waited and watched.

Finally a small figure inched its way forward to the very tree I had climbed just five

minutes before. It was looking at the window.

I glanced in that direction in time to see movement as a man walked over to the

mirror. He was much taller than the woman so I couldn’t see his nakedness but

when he turned around to face the window, I could see his hairy crotch and his

rather large meat hanging out between his legs. He looked out of the window and

I got the feeling that he was looking right at me. He then turned and followed her

into the room.

I heard the rustle of leaves and then silence. I held my breath as I waited, my

senses on alert. Ten seconds, fifteen seconds, a minute went by as I slowly let out

the air I had trapped in my lungs. There it was again, it was close, it was down

below me on the ground, and it was standing right at the base of the tree! I held

my breath again as I tried desperately to become part of the branch I was laying

on. I slowly turned my head to look down and I saw a black hood covering the

body of the intruder.

The person waited patiently by the tree as if he knew how long it would take for

the couple to emerge from the room. After what seemed like an eternity, I saw

some movement through the window and as I glanced down, the intruder moved

closer to the tree in anticipation of something happening. I let out my air that I had

been holding and replaced it with a new fresh lung full.

I, or should I say we, didn’t have long to wait because the lady came out first

pulling along the man and she stopped in front of the mirror and turned to face

him. They were naked as jay birds and as they kissed, their hands were all over

each other’s bodies. I noticed that my pecker was straight as a board and was

poking itself into the tree branch it was laying on.

Suddenly, the man placed his hands on both of the ladies shoulders and pushed

her down into the kneeling position and the lady went down willingly. Then she did

the most disgusting thing imaginable, she took the man’s pecker into her mouth

and she started pumping it in and out. I gasped as I saw it and then covered my

mouth with my hand. Did the intruder hear me? I didn’t think so because he had

not moved at all, but was glued to the scene being played out in the window.

He had his hand on the back of her head, pulling her into his meat with each thrust

of his hips. In and out, in and out, he kept up his intrudion of her mouth and then,

he took it out and shot some stuff out of his huge pecker all over the ladies mouth

and face. His head was back and his eyes were closed as he sent the stuff

squirting onto the ladies open mouth. She seemed to like it because she licked

his pecker clean and scooped it up with her tongue.

The man smiled down at her still on her knees and then did something very

strange. He looked out the window and smiled a big satisfied smile and walked

over and shut the blinds. I was in shock by seeing this display and then I heard the

leaves rustle again. I looked down as the intruder slowly walked back the way he

had come; back into the park.

I don’t know why I did it; I must have been crazy or something, but I decided to

follow the intruder, as stealthily as I could possibly be. I slowly rolled off of the

branch and lowered myself to the ground with just the slightest sound. I crouched

there listening, waiting for a minute. I heard nothing, so I proceeded to walk

toward the park as slowly and quietly as I could.

Finding the pathway, I was standing there wondering which direction I should take

when a voice startled me out of my shoes.

“You looking for something?” the voice said in a husky tone.

I was scared out of my mind as I tried to speak but my voice cracked. “No, ah no,

I’m just walking over here, I…I …ah…” I stammered. The intruder must not have

felt threaten because he said, “Did you see them through the window?”

I froze, I had been discovered. What should I do? “No,” I lied. “I didn’t see anything.

Like I said, I was just walking home on the path.”

“I saw you up in the tree, peeping at them in their bedroom. I heard you gasp when

he put it in her mouth,” the intruder insisted, walking forward.

I suddenly got a better look at the intruder and in my frightened state; I had not

noticed that this intruder was nothing but a little shrimp in a black hood. So I

walked over to him and tore off his hood to reveal his identity. What I saw shocked

me down to my soul. It was Annie, a girl in my class. My gosh, little Annie was

looking at the man and woman in the window the same as I was.

“Chris? Is that you? My God, Chris, what are you doing out here? Well, I know

what you’re doing, that’s obvious but…how long have you been out here” she

asked in amazement.

“I’ve just been out here about an hour or so,” I said, trying to be honest.

“No, I meant how long have you been coming out here to peep at people,” she

explained.

“Oh not long really, I…ah… I saw someone, this lady getting undress on my way

home from Jimmy’s one night just after dark and I, ah, I have felt the urge to go out

every night since,” I told her feeling very sheepish.

“And when was that?” she asked.

“I don’t know, about a month ago I guess. How long have you been doing it?” I

asked.

“Oh gosh, let me think. It was just about a year ago. I was out with my mom taking

a walk one evening and I was someone through a window and that put the thought

in my mind, so I went back out that night and every night since, just about,” she

explained.

“You went out with your mom?” I asked for a clarification.

“Well, my mom didn’t go with me peeping,” she said with a grin on her face. “I do

that by myself.”

She stopped and thought for a second and then asked me, “Hey, do you want to

join me? I mean I’ve got most of the places all scoped out and everything and I

might as well share them with someone.”

I instantly said yes, but wondered what I had said yes to.

Annie was a little girl, about my age and in the same class at middle school as

me. She was quiet girl at school and I never really paid that much attention to her. I

knew that she seemed smart, she would speak when spoken to or asked a

question, but since I had just recently started noticing girls in that sort of way, well,

I never even gave her that much thought.

She said, “Great, we have about 30 minutes left tonight before all of the good

ones turn out their lights and go to bed, so we had better hurry,” and turned to walk

towards the neighboring community. She said over her shoulder, “Chris, you really

need to wear darker clothing.” After about 5 minutes of walking in silence, she

stopped and turned towards me and whispered, “This is one of my favorites. It’s

Mel Johnson’s place, you know Alice Johnson in our class? It’s her older b*****r.

He watches porn on his computer and then he whacks it off. It really turns me on, I

don’t know if you like to watch a guy whack off his meat or not, but it does

something for me.”

She crept right up to the window that faced back towards the park, the one with

the light on and the blinds partially pulled down. I crept up beside of her on my

hands and knees until we were at the window, peering in through the uncovered,

bottom part. Looking straight into Mel’s room at his desk, we found him staring at

his computer screen and at pictures of flesh that I presumed were naked girls.

He continued to watch the activity on the screen for awhile and then, turning it off,

he made his way to his bed and lay down and took off his boxers. His huge meat

came springing out and he grabbed it with his hand. He closed his eyes as he

started stroking his pecker with his legs spread wide apart. As he continued to

beat it off, the image of Annie’s breath started to fog over the window under her

nose. Her hand was down between her legs and she was rubbing herself furiously

as she watched the show.

As the scene before us played out to its natural climax, the one kneeling right next

to me played out as well, and when Mel brew his rocks, so did Annie in a

quivering release of emotions. She was shaking as her hand rubbed on her

crotch on the outside of her jeans. She was oblivious to my presence as she

brought herself to the desired conclusion and as she turned and sat down below

the window, Mel got up and closed the blinds the rest of the way.

She sat there, recovering from her orgasm for a few moments and then, getting

up on her feet, she indicated that I should follow as she made her way back to the

path. She said that that was all for the night and asked if she would see me

tomorrow night. I said that I’d be here and we parted company and each went our

separate ways back home. I learned about whacking off that night for the first time

and I when I got home, I really learned my lesson. I loved it.

That next day at school I kept trying to catch Annie’s eye but every time she would

looked in my direction and I looked back, she would instantly look away in

embarrassment. I wasn’t trying to embarrass her, I wanted to talk to her, so I

noticed she was standing by herself after lunch so I walked up to her and stood

facing the other direction as said, “Annie, I’m not trying to embarrass you or

anything but I want to set up a time and place to meet tonight.”

She said, looking the other direction, “At the play ground at the park at 8:30.”

I made a mental note of what she had said and then, something came out of my

mouth that I couldn’t believe. I told her, “Wear your PJs.”

“What?” she asked under her breath.

“Wear your PJs!” I demanded emphatically.

“But…”she protested.

“DO IT!” I ordered her.

She didn’t say another word, but walked off to meet some of her friends.

My God, where did that come from and why was I so demanding? What will she

do?

The rest of the day and that evening, I was in a constant state of arousal. The

thought of Annie in her pajamas, standing next to me, watching a scene out of a

12 year olds imagination was making it very hard to be around my f****y. So,

right after dinner, I excused myself and went up to my room. With shaking hands, I

removed my jeans and shirt and slipped on my pajamas over my Jockeys and a

pair of sneakers. I made up a dummy out of the spare pillow and a blanket to

ward off any unexpected parental bed checks and then eased my way out of my

window to the park.

I had made sure that I wore my dark blue pajamas in hide my presence and I

hoped that Annie had thought of that same thing. It was now 8:20 as I neared the

play ground at the park and my heart was racing thinking of the unknown

experiences that awaited both of us. I looked around and saw no one. She hadn’t

arrived so I slithered to the outskirts of the opening and waited. As the time sped

by, my anxiety rose as I began to wonder if Annie would show up. Did I scare her

off?

Just then I heard a soft whisper, “Chris?” It was Annie, she was right on time and I

hadn’t scared her off. I checked to see what she had worn and she had complied

with my wishes. This is going to be a fun evening.

I greeted her with, “Hi Annie,” as I strolled over to where she was standing.

She grinned a sly little grin and told me “Hi.” Then she pulled on her pajama

bottom away from her legs, indicating that she did as she was told and asked,

“Why did you want me to wear my pajamas?”

I was embarrassed to answer her, but after a brief second, I confessed, “I thought

it would be hot for us to wear them, that’s all.” She thought about it and then she

shrugged her shoulders indicating her acceptance of my explanation. Then she

turned to me, scrunched up her shoulders as said, “Makes me feel kind of

naughty, does it you?”

Not waiting for an answer, she started heading out the way she had come; back

over to the other community. She spoke very softly, almost in a whisper, as she

explained that she a peeped at Patty Anderson’s house about a week ago and

had been treated to a wonderful love in between her and her boyfriend. “It was hot

peeping at them until they turned the lights out. Man they were just making it

interesting, too.”

Patty Anderson is a sophomore in high school and was the talk of the town. She

had quite the reputation and, from what Annie just said, it must be well deserved.

We continued to walk until we came to a row of homes on the other side of the

park. We stopped behind a house, but there were no lights coming from the rear

of the home, so we waited. I checked my watch and it was 8:45. At 9:05 a light

came on in a room facing us and the park. It was Patty going into her room for the

evening. Annie signaled for us to creep forward into position.

Leaving the safety of the forest, we crawled up to the uncovered window and

peered over the lower edge into the room just in time to see Patty turn the lock on

the door and turn up her stereo. She moved over to her closet and went inside

and when she came back out, she was wearing her shorty night gown. Damn my

luck any way, I had missed it.

She began playing an air guitar and singing to the beat of the music. She was

singing into an imaginary microphone and throwing her long hair from side to

side. She started dancing around wildly as she kicked her feet out and twirled

around and around. Her night gown would fly up with each twirl, exposing her little

cotton panties to our view. I started getting a woody as I watched on in awe.

As she twirled, she would raise her night gown up over her hips and she started

watching herself in the full length mirror on the opposite wall. She would stare at

her crotch as she continued to raise the night gown. Then, staring right at herself,

she pulled it right over her head, flying it around and around in one outstretched

hand while the other was resting on her hip. She flung her hips from side to side

with the f***e of the music as she looked on with her crazed eyes.

Her full breasts were flopping from side to side being free from any restraint. Their

movements were exaggerated by her gyrations as they continued to bounce all

over her chest. She was getting a thrill out of watching them move and she took

one hand and pressed her breast to her chest.

I was so hard, my pecker was sticking straight out through my pajamas, so I

subconsciously pulled down my pajama bottoms and took it out and started

whacking it off. The look on Annie’s face was one of shock. She had never been

so close to a boy’s pecker before and now it was beside of her and was being

whacked off.

Patty turned around and stuck her rear end straight back at the mirror as she

continued to watch over her shoulder. She bent down at the waist and then did the

unthinkable. With both hands on her panties, she pulled them down over her hips

and exposed her pussy lips to the mirror. I couldn’t take it any longer.

I was rubbing the skin over my hard shaft when I felt another hand take over for

me. IT WAS ANNIE! SHE WAS WHACKING ME OFF! My mind went wild with

stimulation from both senses. My eyes were watching Patty’s ass sticking right at

me through the mirror and Annie’s hand was pumping my rock hard pecker. Then

Patty, with one motion, stripped her panties off and flung them to the floor with her

toes.

I felt it building as Annie continued to pull on my pecker. Patty was playing the air

guitar once again. Her hairy crotch was staring me in the eye and then, as the

song was about to end, Patty sk**ded to a stop right in front of the mirror, on her

knees which were spread apart. She ended her performance flat on her back with

the back of her head on the floor. Her legs were bent at the knees and she was

sitting on her calves. Her pussy was a foot from the mirror and staring right back

at my unbelieving eyes.

At that moment, I shot my first load onto the wall outside of the window as I

groaned loudly. Patty, hearing my explosive reaction to the show, looked over her

head and saw a pair of wide eyes looking on. Mortified, she rolled over and cried

out in a muffled scream and hurriedly crawled over to the window and pulled the

blinds down. I collapsed right where I had shot my stuff as Annie was saying

something about running back to the protection of the park. I tried to stand, but my

legs would not support me, so I felt an arm go under mine and we hobbled back to

the trail.

We hurried down the trail for a ways and then we stepped off into a thicket of

trees to sit down and catch our breaths. My strength started coming back to my

legs as I realized what had just happened.

“Annie? You just whacked my pecker off!” I said suddenly. “What made you do it

anyway?”

She looked rather sheepishly down at the ground and then she said in a voice just

above a whisper, “When I saw that you took it out to play with it and you were so

intent on watching Patty do her dance, I thought that maybe I could take over the

playing department for you. Did you like it?”

“I…ah…I…I guess so. I’ve never felt anyone’s hand on my pecker before. I…ah…

it felt kind of different. But I guess it fell good,” I stammered.

“Well, I guess it must have because you shot your stuff all over the wall back

there,” she said with a grin on her face. “Did it feel real good, Chris? I liked the

feel of it, making it shot all over and stuff.”

“Yeah, I guess it did. It felt really good!” I exclaimed.

She beamed with pride and put her arm on my shoulder and gave me a hug, kind

of. She then stood up and indicated it was time to move on. I thought to myself, “Is

there more?”

She let the way back over to the left, kind of in the direction of Mel Johnson house.

I wondered if we were going to stop off and check Mel’s room out to see if he

could get Annie off tonight. I started to say something, but it was met with a shush

as we stopped behind a familiar illuminated window. It belong to Mel and as we

crawled forward on hands and knees, right up to the window’s edge, I began to

wonder why she would bother searching around the neighborhood if she could

count on good ol’ Mel to come through for her.

He was sitting at his desk again, watching his porn on his computer, sitting in his

boxers that were tented in front. His hand was down between his legs and he was

rubbing it up to attention. We stayed there for much to long watching him

stimulating himself and then he got up and lay down on top of his bed. Pulling his

boxers down his legs, he began to rub his pecker as he closed his eyes.

Annie immediately started rubbing between her legs on the outside of her

pajamas. “Turn around is fair play,” I thought and scooting down so my head was

waist high, I inserted myself in her play and took over the massaging role. She

sighed rather loudly I thought and removed her hand to mine. I was shocked to

feel the warmth coming from between her legs and as I continued to rub, I swore

that I could feel something wet down there.

She began to breathe very heavily and as I looked up to her face, she was biting

her lower lip in between throaty breaths. She spread her knees and I probed up

between them and felt the moisture emanating from her deep within her crotch. I

had never felt anything like this before so I continued to rub and probe with my

finger. The more I rubbed the wetter it got, so I decided that I had to check it out.

I slid my hand down inside of her pajamas and her panties and when I got to the

place where the moisture was coming, I probed with my finger and found a little

hole. I inserted it up the hole and Annie almost cried out with pleasure. She bit

down hard on her lip as she inhaled a deep breath. I curled up my body down

there so I was looking right at her crotch area and pulled her pajamas and panties

down until they could stretch out no more. But I did manage to get them down

around her thighs and that was far enough to see her wet little pussy right in front

of me.

She had just a little pubic hair starting to grow out of these two puffy parts that

looked like lips, except they were vertical instead of horizontal like your mouth.

The moisture was coming from the hole between the lips, deep between her legs.

When I touched her down there, she moaned and moved her hips around. She

must like it when I touch her down there.

She was moaning louder as she watched Mel whack his meat, getting more and

more excited and all of a sudden, she took in a deep breath and held it. She

tightened up all over and then, as if she had an itch all over her body, she started

shaking and jerking all over and the moisture came flowing out of her hole all over

my hand and finger. She grabbed my hand and shoved it down on her crotch real

hard and she started to moan out loud.

I put my other hand to her mouth in an attempt to silence her but it didn’t work that

well. I don’t know if Mel ever got his rocks off or not because I didn’t stick around

to find out. Taking Annie by the arm, I literally d**g her on the ground back to the

safety of the dark path in the park. Both of us were panting as we lay there

exhausted. Annie’s pajamas and panties were down to her knees because of me

dragging her, but she didn’t seem to mind, she just lay there, dozing off.

Finally she sat up and pulled her panties and pajamas up into place and stood up

to look at me. I stood up and Annie came up to me and stopped right in front of

me. Without saying anything, she reached up on her tippy toes and kissed me

right on the mouth. Then she asked me, “See you tomorrow night?” I was still

shocked over the kiss so I said, “Uh huh,” as she walked back down the path,

back to her home. I turned and walked back home, still wondering what had just

happened, but feeling a warmth deep inside that was totally new to me.

The next day at school, I caught Annie looking at me several times and at each

encounter, she would look down and turn red in the face. Her smile was radiant

today, I thought, much more than normal, or am I just more aware of her smile.

Heck, I’m much more aware of Annie than ever before.

She was wearing a short little skirt that day with a short sleeved pull over top. It fit

kind of tight over her chest area and I noticed that the bra that she was wearing

made indentions around its edges and I could make it out clearly. Why hadn’t I

noticed it before?

I caught myself looking at those bare, thin legs of hers, knowing that the night

before I had seen where they met. I had touched her there and had rubbed her

pussy. I imagined going over to her and rubbing her pussy right then and there,

running my hand up her skirt onto her panties and rubbing her crotch. I wondered

what color her panties were. I was getting a woody so I turned away to clear my

mind.

I literally ran home after school that day and threw my books in the corner. It was a

Friday so I didn’t have to do any homework that evening and I had nothing to do

but wait for the clock to tell me its time to meet Annie. I sat and waited. I went to

the kitchen to get something to eat and checked the clock again. It said it was five

minutes later than the last time I had checked. It was going to be a long afternoon

and evening.

By the time it was 8 in the evening, I was busting at the seams to get out of there. I

told my mom a lie that I was going to go over to Jimmy’s house and took off

through the park. Feeling the darkness of the friendly forest made my heart start to

slow down and as I walked along to the noises of the park, I began to feel right at

home in the seclusion of this place; I was becoming one with my surroundings.

I wondered slowly until I had made it to our rendezvous spot and stop to swing a

little on the empty set at the playground. I was gently swinging back and forth when

I heard Annie make her way into the clearing. She stopped a second to make

sure it was me and then sauntered up to me and grabbing the chains of the swing.

She came right up to my separated legs and said, “You’re here early aren’t you? I

couldn’t wait either. Tonight will be so exciting.”

I agreed but I didn’t know just how exciting it would turn out to be.



Part II



Annie, my new found friend and accomplice in crime, our crime of peeping that is,

had just come to meet me at our secret rendezvous spot in the County Park which

separated our homes. We discovered each other one night, quite by accident.

We have been out peeping every night since.

It was nice to have someone to watch the neighbors with, considering we were

watching them through their windows at night and we’d been rather successful

with the houses we had picked out. Anyway, it was comforting to know that I was

not alone in my addition. I had Annie, my classmate, my friend and, I’m finding out,

maybe my girl friend.

As she started down the path towards the other community that backed up to the

forest of the Park, I asked her where we were going this evening and she said,

“We’re headed down to the end of the housing area. There are some brand new

homes down there that I haven’t seen yet so I thought that maybe we could check

it out tonight. Oh, by the way, I can’t stay out that late tonight. I’ve got to head in

after about an hour or so. I’ve got a place or two that you can see though; I’ll give

you directions later.”

I fell in behind her as we walked the distance to the new homes. As I walked, I

noticed she was wearing her pajamas again. I had asked her, no, told her to wear

them last night and I know how that ended; wonderfully. Her little rear end swayed

with every step and I could barely make out her panty line. I was starting to get

aroused just thinking about it.

We continued to walk along the path that went from one end of the park to the

other and as we neared the end, we started climbing up an incline. I noticed

several unfinished houses under construction as we climbed and then we came to

the one at the end. It was on the end of a cul-de-sac and sat on a real different

shaped lot. They had cut out a level place for their back yard and built a high wall

around two sides of the yard. I don’t know if they were planning to put in a

swimming pool of what, but they had two big sliding doors facing the rear of the

home. One of the doors happened to be off of the master bedroom.

As we approached, the light came on, so we settled down on the wall to check it

out. We were above ground level by about 8 to 10 feet or so and about 20 feet

away from the glass door. You could see a moving truck parked in the driveway

so I guessed that they were in the process of moving in. We first saw a younger

looking woman walk into and out of the bedroom. Then a young looking man,

again I guessed they were husband and wife. After several trips, she put down a

load and walked out of sight, removing her top. A few second later she

reappeared wearing just her underwear.

Just then she was joined by her husband caring a load of stuff. Seeing her, he

stopped, put down the load and gave her a big hug and kiss. It turned passionate

from there as she started removing his sweat shirt and pants until he was

standing in front of her in his boxers. She looked up at him and smiled as he

reached behind her and undid her bra. It fell off and Annie said suddenly, “Look,

she’s as flat chested as I am. I didn’t know anybody was that flat.”

We continued to watch as she reached down and removed his boxers and his

gigantic pecker was unleashed. “Holy cow,” I exclaimed under my breath, “take a

look at his pecker. My God, talking about getting a complex.” Annie giggled and

reached over and put her hand on my thigh. I quit thinking about a complex as she

massaged my leg.

The man we were watching moved his head down to the ladies boobs and took

one into his mouth. Annie gasped as she slid her hand to my crotch. It felt like a

shock as she grabbed hold of my pecker outside of my pajamas. I moaned

silently and spread my legs out to receive her attention. I wondered what he was

doing with it in his mouth but when his hands started removing her panties, my

heart started to race. I slid my hand over to Annie crotch and started to probe

around a little. She didn’t mind at all.

The lady was grinding her crotch into the man’s hip as she lifted her knee up to

make better contact. He put his arm under her knee and started to pick her up

while the other arm went under her other leg. He raised both of his arms so she

was straddling his tummy. His giant pecker was sticking straight up into her crotch

and he slowly let her down. My God, where did it go? She made the whole thing

disappear inside of her. She threw back her head as he put it all the way in her

and then started walking somewhere out of sight.

We sat there a second in shock, trying to take in what we had just seen and

disappointed that they had moved out of our view. She looked at me and me at

her with disbelief written all over our faces. Our hands had stopped their

movements but were resting in each others crotches.

I broke the silence with a question, “Where did his big pecker go?”

“He put it up her hole,” she said in amazement that I didn’t know where it went.

“Don’t you know that we have holes that you put it in?”

“Oh that hole,” I covered my ignorance and lied. “I just couldn’t believe that her

hole could take it all, that’s all.”

She reached down and took my finger and placed it at her hole and said, “You put

your finger in my hole yesterday, don’t you remember? It felt so good,” she said as

she rubbed it around the hole through the pajamas and panties. “Uh, it feels so

good when you do that,” she cooed.

“Yeah, I remember,” I gulped my response. “It feels good for me, too.”

“But, I need to be going back home,” she said and started to get up to leave. “I’ve

got another house that you might want to check out tonight,” and proceeded to

give me directions to it. It was kind of out of my way back home but I thought,

“What the heck,” and decided I’d go over to it later that night.

She headed out down the path to her house, but first gave me a kiss on the cheek

and a hug. I could get used to this kind of treatment if she continues give it out. I

watched her go and then turned my attention to another house on the other side of

the street. It didn’t have the protection of the park backing up to it but it had an

unfinished house built above it that I could hide in. There were lights on in the

living part of the house so I worked my way around and over to it, keeping my

presence hidden from any eyes that might be watching.

I skirted around to the back of the house that I had picked out and as I caught a

glimpse of the rear, my heart skipped a beat; a light was on in one of the

bedrooms. I entered the house under construction and found my way over to the

side directly opposite of the illuminated window. I was above it about two or three

feet and there was a distance of about ten feet between houses. The blinds were

closed but not drawn and I had a perfect view onto the bed. By looking around the

room, it appeared to be a young girl’s room.

Just then, I naked little girl came running and squealing into the room; I hadn’t

noticed that the window was open to let in the warmish night air and I bet, that’s

why the blinds on the window were left not drawn. I stared at the naked little girl as

she pulled open a dresser drawer, ripped out a night gown and throwing it over

her head and body, she turned in time to squeal again as a man, I presume her

dad, came into the room and grabbed her by the tummy.

He picked her up and put her, feet first, on the bed as she began to jump up and

down on the mattress, squealing with glee all the time. He growled, “I’m going to

get that tummy,” as he reach for her mid-section once again. She screamed as he

grabbed her and fell back down onto her back, picking her knees up to deflect his

tummy assault. Her bare little bottom struck up at my hungry eyes and it must have

caught her father‘s eyes also.

He grabbed the hem of her night gown and pulled it up to her stomach area and

then started tickling her bare tummy. She was screaming playfully and fighting to

move her gown back down over her legs, but to no avail. Every time she put her

hands down to push the gown down, he would attach her tummy. She gave up and

started kicking with her legs instead.

These leg actions of kicking and flailing into the air, spurred him on even more

and he got in between her legs with his head and shoulders and used his

overpowering weight to settle her down on the bed. She would buck her hips up to

try and dislodge him but with little success. As he continued to tickle this little girl’s

tummy, he was mere inches from putting his nose into her crotch. He picked up

his head and looked down at his little girl and then planted a bug raspberry right

on her tummy. She shrieks could be heard all over the neighborhood.

He was growling as he continued to assault her tummy with his mouth wide open,

blowing raspberries. She was pushing on his head and then he moved his mouth

downward. He growled and blew his way down and down until he was blowing his

raspberries on her crotch. She opened her eyes wide as she screamed for him to

stop. But she continued to laugh and fight and kick, all the while, with her eyes

wide in shock. Then she slowly stopped kicking and fighting him so much and

started straining to receive his lips on her pussy.

He was on his knees as she lay on the bed with her night gown pulled up around

her chest. From my vantage point, I could see him clearly putting his mouth

directly on her pussy. He was humping the bed as she moaned her acceptance.

He must have shot his stuff because he slowly stopped with the raspberries and

sat up to look at his daughter’s bare crotch. She just lay there with her eyes

closed tightly.

“Did you like that, Sweety? Did you like what Daddy did?” he asked warmly.

“Uh huh,” she replied sheepishly.

“Well good. Now this will be our little secret okay? Mommy doesn’t need to know

about what we did okay? It’s just our little secret,” he said. He stood up and gave

his daughter a hug goodnight and tucked her in. He moved to the door, turned out

the light and closed the door behind him.

I sat there for the longest time, going over what I had just witnessed. I finally left my

vantage point and made my way back across the street to the park and started

walking back in the direction of my house. I wish that Annie had seen the show. I

wonder what she would have said.

I followed her instructions but as I walked along the back of the houses lining the

park grounds, I saw no windows illuminated; all were dark. Just as approached

the last bloc of homes, I saw one window with I light coming from it. I hurried down

to a point just in the park but directly behind the window. There, seeing no one in

the room, I crept forward until I was right at the window staring into a bedroom.

There wasn’t anyone in the room.

I settled down so that my eyes were just at the base of the open window and to the

side. Just as I got into position, the door opened and in came a girl wearing a little

cotton night gown. I looked up at her face and almost burst out laughing. It was

Annie; I was peeping at Annie.

She put her clothes in the hamper and then turned around and looked at the

window. She smiled and said, “It’s about time you showed up, I’ve been waiting

for you, Chris. Come on and get yourself in here.”

I sat there for a minute, shocked and confused. She repeated the invitation so I

got up, raised the window enough to get my body through and entered her

bedroom. I looked around expecting her to tell me to be quiet or something but

she didn’t. Instead she said, “Don’t worry, my folks are out for the evening, it’s just

you and me.”

My heart began to race, being alone with Annie, in her room and she was wearing

a short night gown. My God, how did I deserve this?

She motioned me to come forward and stand next to her by the bed and as I

complied, she put her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss. I was

speechless but willing so as we kissed, I ran my hands down her back to her butt

and they felt nothing but skin under the night gown. My pecker jumped as she

hugged me closer and firmly until my crotch met hers and it started to grind into

her. She backed away to sit down on the edge of the bed facing me. She looked

up into my eyes with a smile while her hands went to my waist band. Nimbly

pulling it away from my tummy, she pulled them down to the floor. She then

removed my pajama shirt and left me standing in front of her in just my Jockey.

“I’ve been wanting to see this thing since I first felt it a couple of days ago and

today is the day,” she said as she pulled my shorts down around my ankles.

As I stepped out of them, I felt all of sudden very vulnerable. I was naked in front of

Annie and my pecker was coming to life. As she reached down to help me step

out of them, she turned her head forward right at my pecker’s height. She stuck

out her lips and kissed it right on the head. My knees almost buckled at the

sensation as I gasped for air and held it for the longest time.

Her velvety lips touching the sensitive head of my pecker sent shock waves

throughout my body and when she began licking around the head, I though mine

on top of my shoulders would burst; my God, what a sensation. My little Annie was

licking the head of my pecker. I was rock hard by this time and I wished that she

would take it further into her mouth.

But she didn’t take it in, she just continued to kiss and lick its head and that was

enough to get it as hard as I ever remember it getting. I couldn’t take it any longer

so I backed away and sat down beside of her and directed her to reverse

positions. As she stood up in front of me, I made sure that my knees were in

between hers and that very act seemed to turn her completely on. She ran her

inner thighs against my knees as she slowly closed her eyes.

I reached my hands down under the night gown and touching her legs and began

the slow assent upward. With every inch, her breaths became labored as she

anticipated the moment of contact with her crotch. As I neared my destination, a

quiver of her muscles ran down her legs and she involuntarily moan out loud. I

finally touched my target and she grabbed my head for balance and let out a

rather loud moan.

I ran my finger right to the spot where I felt the moisture was coming out the night

before and, sure enough, it was starting to get all wet and gooey. I reached up her

night gown, up around her breasts with my hands and felt her tiny little bumps that

represented her nipples. They were as hard as pebbles and she reacted the

same as the lady we saw earlier tonight. She suddenly grabbed the hem of the

night gown and ripped it off of her body so she was standing there as naked as I

was.

She pushed me backward into a lying position with my calves hanging over the

bed and as she slowly crawled up my body she came to rest straddling my hips.

My pecker was sticking straight up at attention, so she grabbed it with one hand,

rose up to place it under her and slowly sat back down on it. It was right at her

opening and with the downward pressure of her sitting on me; it started its way up

into her.

“My God,” I thought as I felt it go into the tight confines of her hole. “I’m actually

going to do it with a girl!” was running through my mind. “It feels so great! It’s

going right in!”

Then it came to a barrier and she stopped the downward pressure. “Is that all the

further it going in?” I wondered to myself. “I saw it go in further than this tonight.”

She rose up a little and then fell down upon my pecker in her hole and it broke

through to the other side. She bit down hard on her lip and grimaced in pain as it

went beyond the barrier. After stopping a second, she plunged it all the way until

our crotches met and she ran out of my pecker. She seemed to groan a little as it

bottomed out and then she grabbed me as she rotated off of me but bringing me

on top of her; between her wide spread legs.

As I lay there with my pecker buried in her hole all the way, my instincts took over

and I began to hump her with my hips; slowly at first but as I got the hang of it, I

began to slide it in and out with more speed and f***e. She was meeting my

every thrust with one of her own and then I started to feel the welling deep within

my groin. It was a newly found sensation, one that I was beginning to love and with

each thrust of my hips and each tug of the skin covering my pecker, the greater

the urge to explode became.

Finally, I could hold it back no further and I shot my stuff into her hole with every

second or third thrust into it. I was holding my breath and it felt like it was busting

my crotch wide open as it built and built into a glorious release. I let my air out in a

loud growl as I began ramming my pecker into her as fast as I could. It was very

slick now as it smoothly slipped in and out, in and out. I must have kept it up for

minutes because when I finally began to slow down, Annie was gasping for air;

begging me not to stop.

I had slowed my motion to a slow but stead rhythm as we both started breathing

normally again. She had stopped thrusting her hips, in fact, she had stopped

moving entirely. She was lying there, allowing me to slowly glide it in and out and

when I stopped, she grabbed me by the butt cheeks and pulled me one last time

deep within her hole. She opened her eyes, smiled and said, “Chris that was

wonderful.”

I didn’t know what to say but I couldn’t agree more with that statement. We had

done it. I had put my pecker into Annie’s hole and had done it. It felt indescribable.

It was wonderful. “Yeah, it was wasn’t it?” I finally answered.

“Annie, I can’t believe that you wanted it as bad as I did. I mean, you planned it all,

didn’t you?” I asked.

“Well, I knew after what we did the last couple of nights that I wanted you to be my

first, so I planned the meeting tonight like this, hoping that everything might go

right but I had no idea that it would go so well. I mean, you were; it was perfect,”

she said with a contented smile.

I pulled my limp, sloppy pecker out of her as it dripped our juices on her leg. “Let’s

go in and clean up before you have to go; my folks will be home in about an hour

or so and I want you to be gone well before they get here,” she said getting up.

“Gosh you’re messing,” she added putting her hand down between her legs to try

and hold it in. “Follow me to the bathroom.”

I followed her into the bathroom and took the opportunity to clean up the mess I

had made. I really wanted the take my time and explore her body with my eyes

after exploring it with my hands. I discovered that her breasts were starting to

swell outward as they began to ripen. Her hips had a nice flare to them and her

pubic hair more than visible to the eye. As I ran the wash cloth over her crotch

area, I could make out the poutiness of her lower lips but marveled at their

firmness. How can they be so soft and yet so firm?

I stayed too long and she had to shoo me out; back to her room and to my

pajamas. Getting fully dressed once again, I started to stick my leg out the open

window when she asked, “Aren’t you forgetting something?” She stuck out her

arms in a suggesting manner, indicating that she wanted a kiss and hug. I

stopped my exit to comply and as I left she asked, “Tomorrow night, same place

and time?”

“I’ll be there,” I answered and headed back to the path in the park. Walking home

alone, I realized that I was not alone in my obsession to peep; I had a partner, and

I also realized that I was no longer a typical 12 year old. I was a non-virgin 12 year

old.

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3 years ago
outstanding sweet young love/lust kinkiness
3 years ago
damn i have read this story 14 times, i fucking love it! make another one !
3 years ago
hot story