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 The Spare Room  Normally I'm not a nosy person, but I was getting ready for work one day when I distinctly heard the phrase "Come on me" from the spare room. My husband and I rent a spare room out of our old Victorian house to this college student, Mike. Now Mike is not good looking. In fact, he's actually pretty tall, awkward and plagued with acne. But I found out something pretty attractive about him when I couldn't help peeking through the keyhole. He was watching some hardcore porn and jacking off to it; he kept rewinding and playing back a particular scene where a blonde girl kneels in front of a guy as he comes all over her face and hair while she's saying, "Come on me… Yeah, shoot it all over me!" I swear I'm not making this up when I say Mike had both of his hands wrapped around his cock and still had a good inch or two to spare. Now my husband and I haven't had sex since last Christmas, so my libido was pretty pathetic… until that moment. Mike rewound the tape just one more time and, standing in front of his TV screen, pumped that cock until the screen was dripping with white streaks. It just seemed to last forever, he kept going and going. I suddenly realized I was so wet, my underwear was soaked. I quickly snuck off to the bedroom to change. But I was so horny, once I shut the door I quickly hiked my skirt up. I rubbed my wet clit furiously and slid two fingers up inside myself, all the while thinking about Mike coming all over the screen. With that image in my head, I came at least two or three times. Mike watches porn at least once or twice a week, and each time he does, I'm there at the keyhole.Gillian M., Stars Hollow, MD Peeping Tommy  I still remember Josephine like it was yesterday, and I'm still seventeen in the summer of '68. Josey lived one block over from me. She was the only girl in my class to have a set of D cups, never mind that she was a knockout with green eyes and bouncy blonde hair. I was a class clown and I did everything I could to get that girl's attention, including a few wisecracks to the teachers that led to trips to detention and the dean. But each time I could get her to smile at me and show me those cute dimples, it was worth it. I'll never forget the night I was walking my dog Virginia down Josey's street one summer night. I always cut through her family's side yard to get to my house. I was smack in the middle of deep kid thoughts, something like, "If I get a job at the hardware store, how long will it take me to earn up the cash to buy that 340 Formula S Barracuda?" I looked up absentmindedly and there, in the second floor window, was Josey. Or more specifically, Josey's bare breasts and torso. At first I couldn't figure out what the hell she was doing. Then I realized-one hand was tweaking her nipple and the other was down below the windowsill at such an angle that, well… let's just say I was pitchin' a tent so fast I nearly fainted. A moment later, she moved up with one knee on her windowsill and I could finally see what she was doing: she was using the handle of her hairbrush to move in and out while she fingered herself! I just stared in awe as her rosy pink lips formed an "o" and she breathed little heated patches of condensation momentarily on the window. I don't know how long I was staring up at that window. But next thing I knew, I was in ecstasy, and then my shorts were hot and wet… just from watching her. All I kept saying over and over was "Aw shit," and looking around for a way to disguise the clearly wet spot on the front of my jeans. That's when Virginia decided to sound the dog alarm and bark her head off. Josey looked down and saw me, frightened, and I ducked and ran straight for my yard. I don't know to this day if she ever realized it was me, but the memory still makes me blush and smile.Thomas G., Carmel, IN Bed and Breakfast  My girlfriend and I decided to celebrate our recent engagement by spending the weekend at this nice little B and B in the wine country. We were getting ready for bed and I went to go open the window. That's when I saw the couple in the vineyard that were really enjoying the wine country. Both were quite obviously drunk, the woman in a slinky black dress was barely able to stand as she slumped against a tree while her lover fumbled with the strap of her dress. He finally just opted to yank the strap down and pull her tit out so he could suck on it. My girlfriend came over to the window to see what I was staring at. The man was now attempting to undo his pants as he continued to tongue this woman's nipple. I looked to my girlfriend who wore a sly smile. She kneeled down before my rock hard cock and began to tease it with her tongue as I watched the man enter his lover. Feeling my girlfriend's wet lips and tongue caress my entire shaft as I watched the couple fucking was incredible. I continued to watch the action in the vineyard, the man thrusting quickly in and out of the brunette as she panted and wrapped her leg loosely around his back…as I ran my fingers through my girlfriend's blond curls and guided her head gently, her mouth moving expertly back and forth over my cock. The whole scene got me so hot, it wasn't long before I could feel I was about to lose it. Just as the woman in the courtyard moaned loudly and her lover echoed her, I shot my load down my girlfriend's throat. It was a night I'll never forget.Jack B., San Francisco, CA
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