"The Peeping Tom-oko"

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Peter Gill's heart beat was slowing, but -- still clutching his wife's body close to his -- he could feel that Eleanor's was still pounding rapidly. He purred with a familiar touch of sexual humor in his voice, "That was good for you, I take it?"

Ellie laughed, playfully slapping her husband's bare buttocks with one long-fingered hand. "My god, Peter. It just .... oh god, it just keeps getting better."

The Gills had married three years ago, after dating two years before that. And through that entire time, neither of them could recall a moment of bad sex ever having taken place between them. And, like the now 28 year old Ellie had told her 32 year old husband, it just kept getting better.

There was an irony in their sex life, though. The adventurous pair enjoyed their current sex life with one another so entirely and so deeply, and yet they still often discussed how they could expand their sexual horizons without ruining what they already had together.

"She's there again," Pete whispered into his wife's ear. "I can see her peeking over the wall ... between the Hollies."

"I wanna look," Ellie whispered back. He warned her that if she turned, the voyeur would know that she had been caught and would disappear, likely never to be identified. "Next time, we sit so that I can see the wall."

With the coming of warm, summer weather, the couple had taken to often making love out in their backyard. It seemed private enough: the closest house was more than 200 feet away, three sides of their backyard were shielded by eight foot high cinder block walls; and, living on the side of a hill overlooking the City below, they could only be seen from that direction by a peeping tom more than a mile away through either a telescope or pair of high powered binoculars.

And to be totally honest, the couple didn't much care if someone watched them or not. They weren't exhibitionists, per se. But they also weren't shy when stripped down for love making.

This afternoon, as with previous days when they'd been watched, the couple was making love out on the deck. Pete was sitting on a cushion at the pool's edge, feet dangling in water up to his ankles. And Ellie was sitting in his lap, her long, legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Their arms clutched one another tightly, pulling their bodies together as one.

Ellie loved this position. Pete's above average length cock rubbed directly over her clit as he pulled her lower body to and fro, sometimes making her cum three or four times before the muscles of his strong, athletic body needed a rest.

And Pete loved it as well, because -- aside from leading him to one, sometimes two explosive orgasms -- it allowed him to hold and see and manipulate Ellie's body before him in a way that no other position did. He reveled in watching her writhe in his lap, her deep moans becoming sharp cries becoming a long, loud scream of ecstasy as her entire being erupted in euphoria.

"Who do you think he is?" Ellie asked softly, kissing at her husband's neck as she enjoyed the afterglow of her last orgasm. "And should we be concerned."

"She," Pete corrected, pulling her closer to him to feel her pussy envelope him more fully. "And no, I don't think so. I haven't seen a camera ... camera phone ... whatever."

"Women don't peep," she whispered, biting him playfully on the shoulder. "That's a guy thing. That's why they call'em Peeping Toms".

"Bull shit," Pete said, ramming his cock into her as punishment and causing her to cry a bit, then giggle. "I can see her head ... her face. It's a her. It's a Peeping Tom-oko."

Ellie laughed. "Tomoko...? What the hell is that?"

"It's a girl's name ... Asian," he explained. He shrugged. "It was the first name that came to me."

Ellie laughed at her husband, then pulled herself tightly against him again. After a moment she suggested concerning their voyeur, "Let's find out."

"Find out what?" Pete asked, then realizing what Ellie was suggesting, asked, "Whatcha got in mind?"

She pressed her mouth to his ear and whispered. After a moment, he helped her slide out of his lap and down into the water of the pool's shallow end.

With a volume that was a bit higher than normal -- for their voyeur listening pleasure -- Ellie asked, "Do you want me to blow you?"

Pete smiled broadly, nodding. In that same raised volume, he answered, "Absolutely."

She moved up in between his thighs and began playing with his cock. But Pete pulled her hands away, saying, "I want to use the bathroom first, baby."

He stood, turned, and padded -- naked and fully on view -- across the deck toward the house and he called back, "Don't move, baby! I'll be right back!"

"I'm just going to float about!" she called to him as she pushed away from the deck and began slowly floating about the pool. Her still firm, ample breasts pointed toward the sky, beads of water clinging to her fair skin.

Pete and Ellie Gill had fucked out here innumerable times, sometimes on the deck as they had today but other times in the pool, on the loungers, or even on the lawn. And they were pretty sure that their voyeur had watched them on at least three occasions, maybe more.

But they'd only just made love. They'd never engaged in oral sex or anything ... kinky. Their hope right now was that if their visitor thought he -- or she -- was going to see something new and exciting, he -- or, again, she -- might take a risk and stick around a bit longer.

And it worked.

After entering the house, Pete hurried around to the side door, eased quietly through it, and headed toward one end of the cinder block wall.

Meanwhile, Ellie continued to casually float about the pool, slowly moving toward the far corner that was blocked from the voyeur's view by the thick foliage of the Hollies. Once there, she flipped over, ascended the steps that rose from the pool, and hurried across the lawn toward the other end of the wall behind which their visitor was hiding.

Almost simultaneously, the husband and wife pair turned around the wall ends to find their Peeping Tomoko standing atop an overturned recycling bin.

She wasn't what either of them had expected. She was ... unbelievable. Young, tall, slim, well rounded, and -- above the neck -- just as beautiful and exotic as she was below it. To add to her sexiness, the young woman was dressed in an outfit that caused both Pete and Ellie -- who like her husband also enjoyed the pleasures of a woman's body -- to instantly remember their desire to expand their sexual horizons.

"Hello," Pete said simply, walking slowly toward the beautiful voyeur, his semi-hardened cock twitching a bit with excitement.

He didn't get anything more out, though, as his wife chimed in, "So ... who do we have here...? And have you been enjoying the show.

They both wore broad smiles as they looked the young woman over with obvious appreciation...

(This is taken.)
 
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Kira Nguyan, 20 years old.

Kira had returned home from college a couple weeks ago. Her parents were gone on yet another trip. This was her distraction, peeking over the wall at the neighbors. Something she had discovered three summers ago. This was her escape from the parental pressures. Her parents had immigrated and she was a first generation American. Though her parents held her to a high stand. As they both had there doctorates, she was expected to do so also. The valedictorian of her high school class. Though with the pressure came few friends and no time for boys.

The first summer she watched the Gills several times, it all started by mistake. She heard them one time and looked. Then again, this time she watched. It was to her sex education. Then as summer ended she was off to college, there was no time for a boyfriend, not that she had chances. Who wants to date, the smartest girl in college, the nerd, the geek. Still she came back home, and each chance she got watched Peter and Ellie. Soon she was watching them and returning to her room after and reliving what she saw.

As was noted her parents were traveling and she was home alone. She was taking 3 classes online which consumed a fair amount of time. As she studeied on her deck she heard the Gills in the pool. Looking was no longer as fun. So today, she was going to wear something she had only wore once at a college halloween party. Her plan to watch them, then return to her room to relive the experience.

She watched over the wall the couple make love. They were always passionate, and tender, and caring. Even after they would play and tease. She was about to go to her room, when they seemed to whisper to each other, she sensed something devious and could not leave.

Mr Gill had returned to the house for something, giving her the perfect view of his desirable body. She thought how she would love to have the attention of a man like that.

She waited for there return. Suddenly the silence ended. She knew immediately she had been caught. Her first thought was to run back to the house, but jumping off the block and running back to the house in heels would only assure she was caught. The 300 feet to her deck seemed like miles. At first she did not recognize them, then realized.

I ... i .. I am so sorry .... please do not tell my parents. I would be in so much trouble ..... I will never do it again ... I promise. Please. Kira begged
 
The Gills closed ever so slowly on Kira's position from their own end of the walkway. They didn't want to panic the girl anymore than she already was. Assuming she could dismount the box and haul ass in those heels without killing herself, they knew that once she ran, they'd never see her again.

And while they hadn't developed a plan, per se, of what to do with the Peeping Tom-oko once they caught her, they each individually knew that it involved keeping her here with them for a moment.

They were, of course, both stark naked. Watching the pair of them make love from a distance, from behind a cinder block wall, was one thing: having the pair -- still nude -- surrounding her one another thing altogether.

"We're not going to tell your parents," Ellie piped in, peeking past the young beauty to her husband, who was eagerly ogling the voyeur from head to toe, or more precisely from breasts to buttocks. Ellie's lips widened in a pleased smile: she knew that his head was already filled with answers to that question that had been nagging them for so long, How do we spice up our already burning hot romance? She called to her husband with an almost motherly voice, "We're not going to tell on this poor girl are we, honey...? To her parents...?"

"Oh, I don't know ... dear," he answered, playing with his wife's decision to suddenly begin using pet names. "I think that something needs to be done about this. I'm just ... just not sure what it should be."

There were only a couple of feet between the married folk and the leggy student, still tall above them on the overturned bin. If one of the neighbors had happened by and seen what was happening, there would have been no way to explain it. It was simply ... surreal.

"Honey," Ellie continued, now just a couple of feet away from Kira. "Why don't you be a dear and help this poor bird down from her perch before she falls and bruises a tail feather."

And it was Kira's tail feathers -- her ass cheeks, peeking out from under the almost-not-there skirt -- that had Peter's attention at the moment. Pete was a man who appreciated a nice ass. His wife -- who usually laughed and joined in with the appreciation when she caught him ogling one -- knew this of him, but since she knew he would never cheat on her, she'd never been concerned with his wandering gaze.

Pete -- whose cock was more hardened than not and lifted out before his groin -- stepped up close enough to Kira to offer her a hand. He said to her with a tone that was something between fatherly and bad-daddy, "My dear... may I help you down."

Ellie offered out a hand from her side, too, ogling the beautiful woman whose body she was yearning to have pressed between that of her husband and herself...
 
Kira was holding back her tears, she could not humiliate her family like this. She was panicing, no longer even caring her skirt was way to short, and that she was dressed liked some giesha.

"please ... Please ... don't tell my parents I beg you ... I cannot humiliate my family ... I ... I will do anything for you." In her mind, anything consisted of housework or yard work to repay her debt.

She had forgotten for a moment that the neighbor couple was completely nude. That the bodies she had watched in the distance were now so close to her. All of her dark fantasies vanished in the moment she was discovered.

She was certain they must know who she was, though she had not seen the couple since they moved in and her parents welcomed then. Then again at that time she looked nothing like the woman she has become today.

As she realized the couple was not clothed, she bowed her head, too embarrassed to look. She had never seen a man this close, not even in the movies as her parents forbid such wastes of time. Study Study Study was what they had taught her.

Still she took his had, as he helped her, her skirt lifted, giving a peek at the tiny black thong she wore.

I ... I am so embarrassed Mr and Mrs Gill ... please forgive me ... I never should have done that .. and oh my parents ... they cannot find out ... please .. please ... I am so sorry ... Kira spoke, still looking down, seeing only the couples bare feet, in contrast to her uncomfortably high heels.
 
"I'm sure we can keep this between us, can't we, honey?" Ellie was asking, straining to hide her excitement at the possibilities ahead.

"Of course, dear," Pete continued with the toying. "No need to get this poor girl in trouble."

Kira used the support of their offered hands to descend to the pavement. After she was down, though, they didn't release their holds on her long fingers.

"I think that maybe we should go to our home," Ellie said, seizing the lead on the situation, "to talk about where to go from here?"

"Yes, I think that's a good idea, dear," Pete said, switching which of his hands was holding Kira's. Without waiting for her to even give a reaction, he began walking back the way he'd come, pulling the beautiful voyeur behind him even as his wife was walking up behind the youngster to urge her forward.
 
After helping Kira down, Peter was still clutching her arm as if she was a threat to run away. For herself it was better to go along with them, then take the risk of telling her parents. Thinking only what they would do to her, never thinking about the embarrassment it may give the Gills.

Kira was not used to walking in the heels, having only worn these shoes one other time. She wished she could kick the heels off, though the strappy shoes would never allow that. Mr. Gill tugged her along as Mrs Gil followed so close she was almost pushing Kira.

Her lack of proficiency in the heels could easily be mistaken for resistance. Still Kira did her best to follow. Finally she was seated on the Gills couch, she rubbed her wrists for relief from the clutching. Part of her was relieved, maybe she could get away with this without her parents finding out. Thankfully her mother and father were not due back for a couple days.

Kira was silent, knowing it was best to not say a word at this time. Along the way she hoped none of the neighbors would see her dressed as she was.
 
Pete directed Kira to the couch, then turned away to the open bedroom door. His wife, still naked as a jaybird, stood over the younger woman, spending some of the moment studying Kira's concerned expression and some of it studying her amazing figure.

Ellie had no idea, of course, that the neighbors choice of costume had been part of her own continuing fantasy concerning the couple. Had she known that Kira followed up her voyeurism with rushing home to touch herself, she probably would have already been on her knees, stripping away the college student's thong and taking a bite out of crime.

What crime had been committed, though. Kira had only been curious. She hadn't hurt anyone with her peeping. Ellie and Pete would never have reported her to the authorities. And now, realizing the vulnerable situation in which the girl found herself, they had no intention of reporting her to her parents, either.

No, they weren't quite sure exactly what they were going to do with her, but it was going to be much more meaningful -- and satisfying -- to them, and hopefully her, than simply turning her in.

Pete emerged from the bedroom wearing a robe that hid him only slightly more than he'd been before. It tied loosely at the waist, causing it to be opened down the center almost clear to his belly button, showing off his muscular chest; and as he moved about, the insufficient length of it allow his gonads and above average length cock to pop out occasionally.

He handed a second robe to his wife, and although Ellie donned it, she didn't tie it shut. It allowed her cleavage -- and at times one breast or the other -- to be remain visible to the young woman, as was the closely trimmed patch of naturally blond hair at the meeting of her thighs.

"So..." Ellie said, sitting down very close to Kira, her knee touching one of those of the voyeur. "I think that maybe we should get to know one another a bit ... before we decide what we're going to do to you."

Pete was at the wet bar, pouring three tumblers of whiskey. "Good idea. It might help us in determining an appropriate reaction to your little ... escapade."

As he arrived at and sat upon the couch, handing his wife a tumbler and -- taking Kira's hand to ensure she complied -- giving one to their guest, he said, "First, let's start with your name. It's Kiri, isn't it...? Or Kira...? I think I've met your parents ... next house up the block...? Nice people..."

And as if to remind her of the trouble she was facing, Pete added, "Good people ... with old, conservative traditions."

As he stared knowingly into Kira's eyes, lifting the tumbler to his mouth, his wife took over with some more direct -- and more personal -- questions to which she wanted answers.

"How old are you, Kira...?"

"Do you have a boyfriend...? girlfriend...?"

"How long have you been watching my husband and I have sex...?"

And the two that caused Ellie's lips to spread a bit wider in a seductive smile...

"Did you like watching us, Kira...?"

And "How does seeing us make love make you feel?"

Ellie waited after each question for Kira's answer, whether one word or many, and when she got her answer for the last one, she had already decided upon the proper punishment the girl would meet for her transgression.
 
Kira sat as still and silent on the couch as she could me, Her knees together with her feet apart. In her mind she hoped this would all disappear and be over. She wanted to say how sorry she was, how she would never do it again.

Mr Gills was pouring a glass of liquor, for what she thought was himself and Mrs Gill. She was surprised when he handed her a glass. She wanted to tell him she did not drink, yet she smiled and took the glass having no idea what it was. Though she could smell the strong burning liquor.

"First, let's start with your name. It's Kiri, isn't it...? Or Kira...? I think I've met your parents ... next house up the block...? Nice people..."

It's Kira .. Kira Nguyen ... like Wynn. Yes, they met you years ago when you moved in ... to welcome you to the neighborhood. She began to relax a bit. Yes next door, they are pretty private with our lives. Nice? Yes I guess so .. they are very traditional and ummm .... She stops before saying how strict and demanding her parents are. They want the best for me ... there only child.

"How old are you, Kira...?"

I am 20 .. I just finished my sophmore year at college, sir.

"Do you have a boyfriend...? girlfriend...?"

I cannot help but giggle a bit. No ... No I ... I did not mean to laough .. but to you it may seam funny. I have never had a boyfriend my parents would not allow that at this time of my life. But I do have a couple girlfriends from college. They are my study partners at college. Kira adds telling about her only friends she has. Not realizing they were not asking about friends, but special friends.

"How long have you been watching my husband and I have sex...?"

I am sorry Mr and Mrs Gill ... it was wrong of me I know. She thought about her answer, whether she should confess that it started two summers ago. I ... I ... ummm ... just before I left for college last fall. Kira looks away trying to hide her lie as she knows that she has watched them more times than she can count.

"Did you like watching us, Kira...?"

No no no, it was not like that ... I am so sorry Mr and Mrs Gill... it was beautiful to watch you ... you seem so in love. Kira knew she liked watching the Gills and had already watched them three times since returning home. She was exited to be home for that reason. Her voyerism was her escape.

"How does seeing us make love make you feel?"

Kira lips were dry, as was her mouth. With the glass in her hand she lifted it to her lips. Her nervous state hid burning smell. She took a sip, the whiskey burning her throat, causing her to immeiately spit back into the glass. I ... I am sorry .... I never had. She wipes her lips on her forearm, the whiskey still burning her lips. I .... I don't drink. I am sorry. I have never even held a boys hand. Kira confesses. I was curious ... that is why I like watching you ... you are so in love ... so passionate.
 
As Kira gave her answers, the Gills were occasionally glancing back and forth. Without speaking a word, they were telling one another This is good ... this is perfect.

Pete and Ellie didn't have to discuss what was coming: they both wanted this woman in their sex life, that was a given. She was pure and untouched, adventurous, sexy, and -- best of all -- at their mercy. They could take her to their bedroom, lock her in, make love to her for days, and never have to ask Do you mind?

Plain and simple, she was theirs for the taking.

But they weren't the molesters of vulnerable women. While they were willing to use her vulnerability -- and her obvious but unexplored kinky side -- to get her into their bed, they weren't going to push themselves on her without her consent.

Ellie gave Pete a knowing glance, and while he didn't know exactly what she had planned, he nodded his approval of what ever she was considering. Ellie moved closer to Kira, gave her a conspicuous all over ogle, then said in a seductive tone, "Kira, I think that we -- my husband and I -- have something to offer you ... and I know you have something to offer us."

She reached a hand out, laying it softly upon Kira's thigh. It wasn't a loving mother-daughter type of touch: Ellie's fingers were far enough down into the space between the young woman's shapely legs to leave no doubt as to it being the first move in an unexpected seduction.

"It's obvious," Pete said, moving around the coffee table as he spoke to eventually sit next to Kira, "that you are looking for more than just watching others enjoy the pleasures of sex ... yes?"

"My husband and I enjoy one another so very much, Kira," Ellie continued, the hand on the inside of Kira's thigh caressing her flesh gently and ever so slowly inching farther up the inside of her leg. "I don't have to tell you that about us. You've seen this from afar."

Pete was now as close to Kira as his wife was, and the lack of a secure knot in his much-too-short robe was now revealing his rapidly hardening cock to anyone interested in peeking downward.

"We would like to offer you the opportunity to was us from near, Kira," he told her, reaching a hand to her shoulder with a gentle touch. He nodded his head toward the window and, beyond it, the voyeur's secret hiding place. "You don't need to stand out there on a box to watch us from behind a wall."

"And..." Ellie began, eager to go beyond what her cautious husband was feeling his way toward. She leaned her upper body closer into Kira, the two feet between their faces slowly becoming one foot, then six inches. "...if you wanted ... if you were interested in learning ... learning about pleasure ... about joy ... about ecstasy ... the ecstasy that you've seen my husband give to me ... the ecstasy that you've seen me give to him..."

Ellie finished her invitation by closing the distance between them and pressing her wetted lips softly to Kira's mouth...
 
Kira was nervous as she sat there, afraid to face the Gills, her head was down, unable to see their devious looks.

"Kira, I think that we -- my husband and I -- have something to offer you ... and I know you have something to offer us.

Kira was a bit relieved, this was her way to stay out of trouble. Yes of course Mr and Mrs Gill ... I am a very good and hard worker .... whatever you want me to do .. just don't tell my parents .... I don't want to disappoint them. I can clean, do yardwork whhatever you like.

"It's obvious," Pete said, moving around the coffee table as he spoke to eventually sit next to Kira, "that you are looking for more than just watching others enjoy the pleasures of sex ... yes?"

No no no ... I am not like that ... I just was ... umm curious. I have never done anything like that .... with anyone ... boy or girl. Kira explained in truth. She had never been with another person sexually. Though she was curious and had played on her own. She was also well read on the subject, and while at college would roleplay on line between studies. But never hasd another person touched her. She did not even think Mrs Gills hand on her thigh was anything more than a nice gesture.

"My husband and I enjoy one another so very much, Kira," Ellie continued, the hand on the inside of Kira's thigh caressing her flesh gently and ever so slowly inching farther up the inside of her leg. "I don't have to tell you that about us. You've seen this from afar."

Kira knew how much the two enjoyed each other in the back yard, beyond that it was left to her imagination. She was so enthralled in the conversation she did not even notice Ellie's hand sliding on her inner thigh. Her body was now frozen as she tried to figure out exactly what they where asking of her. Was this really happening to her. Yes and I am so sorry for doing watching you two... it was wrong.

"We would like to offer you the opportunity to was us from near, Kira," he told her, reaching a hand to her shoulder with a gentle touch. He nodded his head toward the window and, beyond it, the voyeur's secret hiding place. "You don't need to stand out there on a box to watch us from behind a wall."

Was he telling her she could watch them from in the back yard. Is that what you want ... is me to not have to hide and watch, but watch as I work in your house. Kira still had not figured she was part of the attraction. Though she was getting a bit uncomfortable.

"And..." Ellie began, eager to go beyond what her cautious husband was feeling his way toward. She leaned her upper body closer into Kira, the two feet between their faces slowly becoming one foot, then six inches. "...if you wanted ... if you were interested in learning ... learning about pleasure ... about joy ... about ecstasy ... the ecstasy that you've seen my husband give to me ... the ecstasy that you've seen me give to him..."

Huh ... you mean like teach me?" Kira was puzzled and stunned as she did not really understand what the couple was asking of her. She did not move as Elie moved closer, she was to afraid to move. Then it happened, her lips touched Mrs Gills. She froze unsure what to do. She had never kissed anyone before, she never thought her first kiss would be from a woman. Suddenly she pulled back.

I ... i am so sorry ... I have never kissed before .... Kira began to cry, embarrassed at herself. In her state, she had not even realized Ellie had moved her hand to feel her soaked thong.
 
(OOC: Just to make the descriptions below clearer, Ellie is sitting to Kira's right and Pete is sitting to Kira's left.)


"I ... I am so sorry," Kira said, a touch of panic and possibly embarrassment in her voice. "... I have never kissed before..."

Ellie realized that she might be frightening the young woman. She ceased the movement of her hand under Kira's skirt, even as her fingertips had found the edge of her thong and begun to slip underneath. She could feel the college students flowing juices warming her digits, and -- so close to the sensitive flesh that she wanted to touch -- Ellie hated to stop.

But in addition to the apparent fear was the simple fact that Kira had professed not just her purity of body but her absolute inexperience! She hadn't had a boyfriend -- or girlfriend, since that was now relevant -- and in addition, she'd never even kissed a boy or girl.

Ellie bent her left knee and raised that leg up onto the couch cushions, pressing her shin up against Kira's long, shapely leg. This put her in a more comfortable position, facing Kira directly. And because she'd never bothered to tie the robe shut, it also left her entire from side exposed, from her still firm, large breasts down to her opened groin and glistening labia. She said in a soft, soothing voice, "It's okay, Kira. There is nothing wrong with kissing. It's nice."

As if to prove her statement, Ellie leaned in again and gave Kira a quick, soft kiss, then another that was just a bit longer and -- while still closed lips -- more erotic. She pulled back and, with a smile, said, "See?"

As while all of this was happening, Pete -- whose body was simply exploding with lust for the woman sitting between he and his wife -- had moved closed to Kira. He sat much as his wife did, and while his own robe was tied loosely at the waist, his posture left his hardened cock fully in view and pointing directly toward the delicious lips that he would love to see wrapped around his shaft before day's end.

While his wife leaned in for her extra kisses, Pete laid a soft hand upon Kira's thigh, then began caressing it upwards, over her almost non-existent skirt. His goal, should he reach it before something stopped him, was to reach the two buttons between Kira's smallish, firm breasts and loose them ... for her comfort and ease, of course.
 
Kira was more embarrassed than frightened by the kiss. Being she was 20 and never kissed anyone. That was part of the allure of watching the Gills, the taboo nature of it all. Those things so distant from her reality she could not touch. Her parents stressed education above all else. Her personal life suffered. In college now, she was afraid to date, for fear of being embarrased of her lack of knowedge of things as simple as kissing.

She finally looked at Ellie, she was stunningly beautiful, her body devine as the robe was open yet covered her so. Even as she adjusted herself, her confidence was aluring, The simple touch of Ellie's shin on her leg exited Kira's body.

"It's okay, Kira. There is nothing wrong with kissing. It's nice."

As if to prove her statement, Ellie leaned in again and gave Kira a quick, soft kiss, then another that was just a bit longer and -- while still closed lips -- more erotic. She pulled back and, with a smile, said, "See?"


Kira stayed stil. though this time she relaxed her lips as Ellie kissed her. She felt the woman's moist lips against her own. But now what was she supposed to do. Kira closed her eyes, and as Ellie pulled back she took a moment before opening her eyes. Mrs Gill ... I am sorry ... is this my punishment? I don't know how to kiss .... I am so sorry. Maybe I should go.

She then felt Pet's kiss on her thigh, she froze afraid to move. She should ask to go, but is that what she wanted. her emotions conflicted, between the erotic sinful pleasure and her purity. His hands now on her tiny top, she felt the button loosen. Then another. Her breasts where tiny in particular compared to Ellie's.

She glanced quickly and saw it... It was hard ... his cock hard and firm, she had never seen anything like it so close.

"oooooo" She moaned as someone pressed against her wet thong under her tiny skirt. Kira new now she was trapped, her own erotic desire would not allow her to leave.
 
"Oooooo..." Kira moaned as Ellie's finger tips again began moving under the edge of the girl's thong.

"Feels good doesn't it?" Ellie asked in a whisper and she leaned in for another kiss, this one longer, more passionate, and with lips parting enough to allow her to push her tongue forward through the college's girl's own. She whispered when she pulled her mouth back, "It's okay, Kira. You're doing good."

The last button on Kira's top was loosed, and her blouse popped open to reveal her tight, small breasts. Pete looked to them, finding large, hardened nipples that were so much darker than his wife's. He caressed his hand over left breast, groping it softly, squeezing the pointing nipple between the meat of his fingers, then moved his hand to the right to do the same with the other.

Down below, Ellie's fingers had found Kira's swollen labia and begun playing in the sopping wet, soft folds. She was searching for the girl's clitoris, wondering whether -- as with herself -- a touch to it would sent a shot of tickling sensation through her, or whether the girl would feel a calm but deep pleasure as had Ellie's first female lover in college.
 
"Feels good doesn't it?"

What was happening truely did feel good. But I was not that kind of girl, I was a prudish nerd, these things only happened in my dreams to me. I could not tell the truth of how it felt and remained silent.

My lips relaxed and Ellies toungue pushed into my mouth, I tried to pull back, but my head was already against the back of the couch. My mouth closed slightly and she withdrew, but the moment I relaxed her tongue again parted my lips.

"It's okay, Kira. You're doing good."


What did she mean, I was doing nothing, but sitting here afraid to do anything.


Her top was now fully undone, she sensed a hand knowing from the touch it was not Ellie's. Was it ok with her that her husband was touching Kira's breast. Then she felt the twinge, a subtle hint of anquish from her left nipple as he squeezed her nipple, the stark light pain was an exciting contrast to the pleasure the rest of her body felt. As He did it again, she shifted in an effort to get away, she pushed down, her skimpy skirt lifting, her thong pushed into one of her lovers fingers. To her it was an attempt to stop, to them it was probably a signal to continue.

Then she felt it, the fingers teasing her pussy. The feeling was so much better than her own masterbation, she let out an uncontrolled, moan of pleasure, muffled by Ellie's kiss.
 
Kira was nervous, maybe even afraid. That was obvious to each of the Gills.

But she was also enjoying their touches, and that was just as obvious. And while everything she had told them about her lack of experience and how her parents felt about her having intimate friends told them they should be slow and cautious, Ellie and Pete weren't about to stop what they were doing.

They had Kira right where they wanted her: afraid to leave because she was, of course, still in trouble with them; and not wanting to leave because of the until-now never enjoyed sensations that were surging through her body.

Ellie was, by now, kissing Kira passionately, one hand at the back of the younger woman's neck to hold their faces together while the other continued to play underneath the college student's thong. She'd located Kira's clit and was gently -- but with acceleration -- playing the back of her middle finger over it.

Pete, meanwhile, had moved his hand back to Kira's right breast and lowered his face to her left one, taking the firm nipple there into his softly suckling lips. He played the rougher surface of his tongue upon the hardened nub, then suckled, then repeated. He could see how it was affecting her, and it excited him to no end.

But if all of this activity upon her body wasn't enough to excite or confuse Kira, what came next was going to add a dimension she'd probably never imagined. Pete took her left hand into his right, pulled it to his groin, and wrapped her long, thin fingers around his fully hardened shaft.

"Yes..." was all he purred and he urged her hand to curl tightly around his cock solid shaft.
 
Kira was feeling pleasure beyond her belief. The only pleasure she had felt before this was at her own hand. Still her lack of experience was clear, as Ellie kissed her, Kira simply allowed her to. She was pushed back a bit further, causing her legs to spread open. To the onlooker she would look like a willing participant. Her hand was easily manipulated by Mr Gill. What was she touching, no it could not be. She was momentarily distracted and looked to see her own olive skinned hand around his cock. She held her hand tenderly afraid to grip too hard.

Then something was touched in her pussy causing her body to contract, gripping the cok firmly. It was hard, rock hard. What was she feeling her body tingled, she relaxed more, the fingers at her pussy pushed further in. Her pleasurable moan was muffled by Ellie's kiss.

Kira had not realized she had lost control. Not only that she wanted to lose control.
 
Pete released a sudden moan as Kira's hand gripped solidly around his cock. With his own hand still over her fingers, he urged her to begin stroking his length, helping her as he knew -- or presumed -- she wouldn't know what it was that he wanted from her.

When the girl pulled her mouth away from Ellie to look down to Pete's groin, the woman of the house didn't miss a beat. She lowered her mouth to Kira's neck, kissing there for a moment; then lowered her mouth further, replacing her husband's fondling fingers at Kira's nipple with her eager mouth.

As she slid slowly off the couch toward the floor where she ended up on her knees between the neighbor's thighs, Ellie continued to kiss her way down the smooth skin of the younger woman's flat stomach until her tongue was investigating Kira's belly button.

Ellie was surprised at first to find the divot unpierced, but then recalled Kira's declaration of her parents' conservatism. While she didn't have any of them in place at the moment, Ellie had at one time had piercings in her tongue, nipples, belly button, and clit, and that wasn't even mentioning the nine total holes that her two ears added to the count.

Pete had taken over his wife's duty of kissing the girl's mouth, but quickly moved his hungry mouth and tongue to the right side of Kira's neck. He did this for control reasons: his upper body was now laying across the young woman's chest, helping to prevent her from choosing to suddenly rise.

He did this because while Kira hadn't shown any inclination to escape from this unexpected punishment, what his wife was about to do might greatly pleasure the girl ... or scare her right out of the house.

Pete was easily able to tell from Kira's reaction when Ellie's tongue -- finding room after the happy wife pulled the girl's panties aside -- began energetically lapping at the swollen pink clit that was now standing out and shining brightly in Kira's flowing juices.
 
Kira's hand began moving up and down Pete's shaft with his helpful encouragement. Suddenly Ellie stopped kissing and her kisses moved from Kira's neck allowing the young woman to see the couple violating her. Still she only moaned softly.

Ellie's warm kiss on Kira's nipple caused her to moan a bit louder as she did her legs spread even wider as an unwitting invitation.

Now Ellie was on her knees between Kira's legs, her kisses falling from her breasts to her tummy and now her belly button. Pete in turned kissed Kira's lips. The soft kiss of Ellie replaced with a more assertive Pete.

What was happening Kira thought, she should stop this but how ... did she want to ... no no no.
 
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