Charlene hid behind the bushes. She’d been there for two hours and was ready
to go home when the light in the bathroom came on suddenly. She sat up higher so
she could see better. The bathroom
window was big, but more importantly, he
never pulled the shade down. The house
backed up to the woods, so normally, he’d have complete privacy. Or at least, he thought he did.
She’d learned his name—Randy. It was fitting because he made her randy each
time she saw him. This was the fourth
time she’d parked herself outside his bathroom window. She’d first seen him at the local grocery store and followed him home the second time
their paths crossed in the store. He was
in his thirties, handsome, single and had a great body. She’d seen him come home with a bag from the gym, so she knew he worked out
religiously. She never saw a girlfriend,
but he did go out and come home late at night.
When she hid in the bushes that night, he was already home.
She knew his routine by heart.
She’d spent a lot of time learning it.
He was a prize for one important reason.
She waited until he got ready for the shower. She could tell he was in the shower when the
windows started to gather up a bit of fog on it, not enough to block her view,
for he always left it open at the bottom.
He had a big stand-up shower with a frameless glass enclosure. She got up from the bush. She slipped her hands under her loose-fitting
skirt and took off her thong and put it in her pocket. She snuck up silently to the window. She could hear the water running inside. She peered carefully into the window, and there he was in all his glory. Her pussy was already damp in anticipation,
but she was soaked when she took in his naked body. His muscles rippled on his arms, and he lathered up his firm chest, but
her hand snuck beneath her skirt just as his hand slid over his six-pack
abs. She stroked her pussy lips as his
soaped hands gripped his cock. He was
barely hard, but his cock was big. He
was a prize because he masturbated each time he took a shower, but so did
she. They were lovers that came at the
She watched his fingers curl around his cock as it grew
when he began to stroke it. His other
soaped hand went between his legs to cradle his heavy ball sack. His hand ran over the head of his cock just
the way he liked it, as her fingers slid over her clit just the way she liked
it. They began to get into their rhythm
as lovers always did. Neither was in a
hurry to climax, getting there was always the best part. Her breathing became labored and erratic as
the thrill began to build in her body.
Her life was shattered when a bright beam of light shone
on her, lighting up the darkness that hid her shameful act.
“This is the police!
Hold it right there!” The loud
voice disturbed the quiet night air. Two
police officers came from opposite sides of the house to trap her. They caught her in the act, her skirt above
her waist with her hands between her naked thighs as she peered in the window.
It wasn’t as startling as the first time it happened, but
this was the fateful third time she’d been caught. She tried to congratulate herself that it was
over a four-year period, so her odds were
usually good. She knew she lingered too
long on Randy, but he had such a magnificent cock,
and they were a team in mutual masturbation.
She’d let herself grow close to him.
She didn’t try to run as there was no use. They cuffed her hands behind her back, but
strangely, that only made her grow wetter.
They’d stopped her before she could climax,
so she was highly aroused. She knew it
would be hours before they’d put her in a cell and she could finish herself
* * * *
Two hundred miles away, a similar scenario played out at
the same time.
It was two A.M., when most were asleep. This was when Drew came alive. It had been three years since he
started. At first, it was exposing himself to women, but that was
dangerous. He’d been caught twice
already and almost sprayed with Mace once.
He didn’t get the satisfaction he desired with his face covered to keep
from being recognized, and he had little time to stroke his cock or make
himself cum. The shock of a man exposing
himself to a woman wore off within seconds,
and the screams quickly followed.
The last six months, he tried something new, and he found his satisfaction. He couldn’t believe that women could sleep so
soundly. It made it so easy. He’d staked out her house for the last two
weeks. It was in a rural area, so the people felt more secure and left
their windows open at night when it was hot.
That night was one of those nights.
He’d peered in her windows late at night,
so he knew she slept in little clothes when it was hot. That night was exceptionally hot and humid.
He opened the kitchen window without making a sound and
climbed in. It felt almost as if he was
home. He’d checked out the inside of the
house while she was at work so he’d know every inch of
it. The planning was just as exciting as
the execution. He was rock hard when he
did it. He knew his way into the
bedroom, the door open in invitation to him. There was a full moon, and it lit up the room. He
stopped at the door to gaze upon her. He
could hear her softly breathing, but his eyes went to her pink lips parted
slightly as if she begged for his cock to slip between them. She was turned on her side toward him, her
long legs stretched out, naked except for a pair of men’s boxers that clung to
every womanly curve in her body. She
didn’t wear a top, and the sheets were
thrown to the side as the night grew hot.
He gazed at her nipples, perched high on dark areolas. He couldn’t wait any longer. He unzipped his pants and reached in to take
out his cock. He didn’t wear shorts to
make it easier, but he was so big and hard, it was difficult to squeeze his
He released his cock,
and it bounced uncontrollably in front of him.
He saw her turn slightly, and her
boxers pulled tightly over her mound
until he could make it out in the moonlight.
He was going to be bold that night. He leaned over the bed, and his finger
lightly traced along her naked flesh
until they got to the loose-fitting boxers.
He found naked flesh just beneath the edge of her boxers. He moved his other hand down to her knee and
lightly touched it. He held his breath,
but she didn’t stir. He put more
pressure on her knee, and her leg started to part slowly. He finally took a breath, her legs parted wider and her boxers pushed aside to reveal
part of her naked mound. With one hand
on his cock, the other went between her legs and stroked her slit. He pushed her boxers into her slit and felt
her warmth and wetness. She didn’t stir.
He grew daring. He
slid her boxers to the side until her pussy was revealed in all her glory.
He was thankful for the bright moon that night. He stood up and looked down at her near naked
body, from her perky tits to her uncovered pussy. He gripped his cock in his hand, and he began to stroke it slowly as his
imagination went wild with all the scenarios that raced through his brain. She’d wake up, but instead of screaming,
she’d sit up in bed and take his cock into her mouth while her soft hands
gently cradled his sperm-laden balls.
She’d wake up and turn over onto her belly, but then, she would raise
her ass up and get on her knees, her legs spread wide while he pondered which
hole he’d take her from behind in.
He stroked his cock faster as the pleasure in his balls
increased. He wouldn’t last much
longer. He’d cum on her, and then, he’d clean her up to get rid of all traces of his
DNA. He bit his lip to keep from crying
out. He looked down as he watched his
pearly white thick cum shoot across the bed.
His aim was good, and the first
load landed on her proud breasts with a thud.
He pumped harder, and a second load shot out with equal force, but he’d
aimed it with precision to hit her pussy.
Then it happened, shocking him to his senses.
He saw her sit up in bed, her eyes opened wide in terror
as his jism ran down her naked breasts as they jiggled erotically. He raced out of the room and out the back
door, lucky he knew how the lock worked.
He sprinted through the backyard
with his cock out. He continued to shoot
out more cum as he ran even though he didn’t touch his cock. It wasn’t as satisfying, but at least it
emptied his balls. He finally found
refuge in the trees to put his cock away.
Then, he walked casually to his car, parked alongside the road. What he
didn’t know was that the sheriff lived a block away. He was quick, especially when someone
committed a crime in his neighborhood.
Drew stuck out like a sore thumb at 2 A.M. on a country road. The sheriff’s car skidded to a halt, and Drew
heard more sirens closing in on him. He
soon found himself bent over the trunk of the police car and handcuffed. His satisfied, wet cock sat inside his pants. The bright moon that made this night so
special was what convicted him. She’d woken
up and saw his face vividly, unable to forget the face of a man that had cum on
* * * *
That was two years ago.
Charlene and Drew were finally released from jail, but they were branded
as registered sex offenders for life.
Their lives came together under court-enforced counseling sessions for
sex offenders. Most of the others at the
sessions were older, so it was natural for them to connect. They began to meet after the sessions and
grew fond of each other, but they also had a connection that most couples
didn’t have. They were branded as
perverts for doing something that made them feel good.
As the end of the yearlong sessions came
to a close, they planned their escape from their dark past. They both had terrible jobs that paid little,
but they moved in together to save every dime they could for their escape. The sessions finally ended, but Charlene had
two more years of probation and Drew had four.
As registered sex offenders their plight would never get any
better. They weren’t like the other sex offenders, not child molesters or rapists. They had mild perversions, one a voyeur, the
other an exhibitionist. Most people were
one or the other. They’d just pushed the
limits of common decency.
It was early June when they hopped on a bus to Greer,
South Carolina. It was a small town of
about twenty-five thousand, not big but close to Greenville. It was noted for having a BMW manufacturing
plant there as well as suppliers’ plants nearby. It was a thousand-mile trip, but they wanted
distance from their past. They committed
their last felony before they left. They
held up the 7-Eleven at the end of the day when most people got paid in town. They were surprised by the amount they
got. They hadn’t realized that it was
also the last day of sales for the five-state Powerball lottery and the prize
was one hundred sixty million dollars. A
lot of people spent their last money on tickets in
the hope of getting out of poverty.
Drew and Charlene had eighteen thousand dollars in their pockets as they
boarded the bus. They held their breath
until they got off the bus in Greenville.
No cops were waiting for them.
They blended into the landscape to start their new life.
It was far from an expensive neighborhood, not what you’d
expect. It was mostly ranch-style homes,
three bedrooms, some four. Finished
basements were in most. They were tract
homes built twenty years ago when they were new, a cluster of twenty of them
that were in the fields when they were built, but now, civilization had
encroached on their privacy. All but two
of the homes were permanent residents. Michael and Pamela Hawkins owned the two
rentals, and they were particular about
who they rented to. One of the homes was
next door to theirs, the other further down the street.
It was a community of like-minded individuals, all
married or living together. The only
obvious thing that set them apart was there were very few children in the
Michael Hawkins was the most prominent member of the
neighborhood. He was famous. At least he was ten years ago. He played football in the NFL for seven years
until a knee injury cut short a successful career. He had four surgeries on his knee. He walked without a limp or sign of a limp,
and ran, but not as fast as before. The
doctor told him his knee would never stand up to the rigors of professional
football. If he injured it again, it
could result in the inability to walk normally on the one leg. He was frugal with his money while he played,
never spending it on the uncontrolled lifestyles that some players do now. He had a business degree from Clemson
University before he was drafted into professional football. He took his money and invested it wisely.
He was a partner in four auto dealerships in South Carolina, his
football pictures hung proudly in all of them.
He didn’t take part in the day-to-day operations of them. He had professionals that did that, but he
oversaw the business side of it. He had
the connections to do that. He still
lived modestly in the neighborhood.
He’d married Pamela while he was playing professional
football. She was a former Miss South
Carolina and runner-up in the Miss
American contest. At thirty, she still
held her figure as if she was twenty. She
worked out religiously alongside Michael.
He was eight years older than she was.
Pamela was tall, but she paled in comparison to Michael’s two hundred
twenty-five-pound muscular body. Yet, no
one would dare mess with her. She might
have been a beauty queen in the past, but she was far from being a helpless,
fragile female. She only worked part-time, so she could spend the time with
Michael, but she worked three days a week for the Greenville police department
as an officer. She was fully trained and
lethal. Michael wouldn’t let her take
the job until she could put him down. It
took quite a while, and she only did it
once, but it convinced Michael that she could handle herself.
The outside of the house was deceiving compared to the
inside. It was inside where Michael
spent his money on it. It was completely
remodeled three years prior, gutted all the way to the studs. It had a modern chef’s kitchen, a giant great
room that could handle thirty people, and it did. It had three bedrooms, but it was the master
suite that was the pièce de résistance. It was massive with a king-size bed fit for
four. Sliders went to the patio and the
large pool outside with the deck that surrounded it. It was a party patio with a high fence for
privacy. Downstairs in the basement was
a massive room, but that was reserved for
special guests only. Only his most inner
circle was invited down there, and there
was a reason for that.
The caterer had already dropped off the food and
left. The guests began to arrive. The temperatures had hit the eighties that week, so they were entertaining outside by the
pool. Bikinis and bathing suits were the
attire. Lots of half-naked flesh made it
Jeanette and Trevor were the first guests. They always came early. Jeanette was twenty-five, Trevor
twenty-four. They didn’t have great
jobs, but Pamela kept the rent low for special tenants. Jeanette wore a powder blue thong, knowing
Michael’s affinity for firm buttocks.
Her full breasts could barely be concealed in the top. Her short brown hair highlighted her
beauty. Trevor’s bathing suit was
European style, brief and tight. His
bulge was obvious, and he wasn’t hard
yet. The suit outlined the thick head of
his cock and his heavy balls. Women
loved that. They were married, but so
were most that would attend that night, the others lived together. That made little difference at Michael’s
parties. The neighborhood was
close-knit, almost incestuous. They were
the only couple that lived in the rental houses for the other was vacant. Pamela was looking for tenants for that one,
but she took her time. She wanted a
special couple for Michael. Michael and Pamela
needed more than one couple to satisfy them with the variety they
required. “Come in. It’s good to see you. How have you been?”
Trevor got erect as soon as he saw Pamela. It wasn’t just her firm body in the skimpy
bathing suit that got him that way. It
was her powerful hands. He could already
feel them on his cock. He’d never met
such a demanding and powerful woman before.
She was nothing like Jeanette, but he suspected that is why they were
here. Jeanette was taken by Michael’s
commanding presence. Trevor had seen him
in action with her. He was impressive.
“Everything’s great, Pamela.” Jeanette entered, but she stopped when Pamela
got to Trevor.
“I’m glad that you’re happy to see me,” Pamela said as
she reached down and her fingers curled around his
cock. There was hardly any bathing suit
in the way. She dug her fingernails into
the head of his cock, but beside a gasp, he only got harder. His cock jerked beneath her touch.
It hurt and felt good at the same time. Pamela had a way of doing that. It was difficult not to be aroused when a
beautiful woman worked such magic to his cock.
Pain turned to pleasure in an instant.
He had high expectations for that night, not only with Pamela but also some of the other women. She regretfully released his cock, but his
cock never lost its luster. It would
stay continually hard until he came.
More couples began to arrive. No one wanted to be late and miss out on
anything. Michael and Pamela didn’t have
these parties every weekend. Other times
it was only invited guests. But an outstanding performance that night
could lead to a special invitation, so
everyone was eager to please.
It was as if Michael and Pamela were the king and
queen. Everyone else revolved around
them as if they were the center of the universe, at least the center of the
The patio and house began to fill up as everyone in the
neighborhood showed up. No one wanted to
be left out of what might happen. As
soon as everyone arrived, Michael and Pamela would mingle and enjoy.
First, Pamela would take care of Michael. She always did that. His pleasure was of paramount importance for
her. That is why they had the rental
houses. Pamela could find people that
weren’t part of the neighborhood. It was
the new and reluctant that excited Michael.
Pamela would have to redouble her efforts to find a couple for the
next-door house, but she never pushed it.
The couple had to have the right persuasion. She sought out Jeanette. She found them over in the corner of the
pool, Trevor by her side as if he could protect her. She looked around the patio and saw that the
guests had started to enjoy themselves.
As soon as she got Michael interested, she’d do the same thing for
She slid up next to Jeanette. “You look beautiful tonight, Jeanette.” Her hand went around Jeanette’s waist. Pamela felt Jeanette’s body shudder, but she
didn’t dare pull away. Her hand slid up
her waist and gently cupped one full breast.
The bathing suit top could barely contain it. Pamela’s thumb creased over the very tip
until she got the tip to harden vividly beneath the thin top.
Jeanette cringed when Pamela’s hands touched her. Pamela had never done this before, but she’d
seen Pamela intimate with other women in front of everyone. She couldn’t stop the way her nipple swelled
up and grew hard. The slightest touch
always made them that way, but it was usually a man that did it. She looked down as the thumb turned into two fingers as her obvious hard nipple was
“Such nice tits, Jeanette, but you shouldn’t cover them
up. They should be displayed for all to
see.” Pamela quickly opened the back of
her bikini top. She pushed Jeanette’s
hands away when she tried to cover her naked breasts. The top fell to the ground, and Trevor picked it up.
He didn’t do anything else as Pamela’s hands went up to Jeanette’s naked
breasts and caressed them.
Jeanette felt Pamela’s breasts push into her naked back,
and then, Pamela pushed into her buttocks.
Will Pamela make me pleasure her
in front of everyone? Or will she
pleasure me? Pamela’s hands ran all
over her breasts to tease her nipples into a perpetual state of hardness. She pinched hard but then lightly caressed to
leave Jeanette unable to determine what would come next.
As much as Pamela would like to have Jeanette between her
legs, she was for Michael now. Trevor
would have to suffice when Michael was satisfied with Jeanette. “I want to see you on your knees before
Michael, Jeanette.” She ran her hand
over Jeanette’s belly and then down the front of her bikini. The material was fragile, so Pamela’s fingers found her slit with little
trouble. She wormed it between her lips, and there was no doubt that she was
damp. She saw Trevor move back outside.
She didn’t mind oral sex, but Michael was big, too big
and demanding, but she had little choice in the matter. Pamela’s touch was dangerous, Jeanette unable
to stop the pleasure from building in her body.
What would it like to be with her? She was led into the house where Michael sat in his chair. His muscular body was naked except for his
bathing suit, and his erection was obvious. There were others around him, and they moved aside as Pamela brought
Jeanette over to him. She was the
“Get on your knees, Jeanette.” Pamela pushed Jeanette to the floor as
Michael spread his legs wider so Jeanette could get
between them. “Let’s get rid of these,
shall we, Jeanette?”
Michael’s cock was only inches away from her face. She could see it move urgently in his bathing
suit without so much as a touch.
Jeanette could do nothing as Pamela peeled the bottom of her bikini
down. She was good at it, even in the
sitting position. Jeanette was soon
completely naked. Pamela’s hand on her
naked buttocks confirmed that. She
shivered when it slid down her crack and didn’t stop when it got to her
pussy. Her finger slid along her slit,
and Jeanette couldn’t stop the wetness it provoked.
“Take his cock out and worship it, Jeanette.” Pamela played with Jeanette’s pussy as
Michael sat back as Jeanette’s small hands slid over his
thighs, and then, her hand gripped his balls so firmly. He’d expected a meek touch, but that isn’t
what he got. Her fingers squeezed until
she trapped his balls and then rolled them around inside his sack. His cock strained to breach his trunks so it could escape.
She had him literally by the balls, so her other hand
slid up to grasp his cock. If it wasn’t
for his confining trunks, she’d never been able to grasp the rapidly moving
cock. Her fingers grabbed it, but she couldn’t even get them around the
thick shaft. She held on tight as it
jerked to get loose. She had to release his balls to concentrate
on taming his cock to get his trunks off.
Pamela’s fingers on her pussy were disturbing. They felt too good.