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Johnnys Closet
Part V
The more I think about the past 10 years, the more I believe that I
have lead a charmed life. Its every kids fantasy to catch a brief
glimpse of some beautiful girl undressing. But since age 14 I have been
able to peek at almost anyone I wanted to. Ive done it by employing
intelligent plans and also with the help of my wonderful sister and
lover,
Marie.
Let me give you just one example.
As you know if youve been following my story, Marie and I started
masturbating together when I was 14 ands she was 12. Over the years
weve
continued. I dont think a day has gone by when we havent each helped
each other have at least two orgasms. Even when Marie has her period,
she
likes to cum at least twice a day, and I dont mind helping her. I see
her
blood not as anything gross but rather as a love liquid, warm and
sweet.
We live in the same apartment building in a New Jersey suburb, and
we
do everything together. Were both out of college now. I work in an
electronics supply store selling top-of-the-line stereos, TV sets and
the
like, and Marie is an assistant managers at a suburban mall national
brand
lingerie store. I wont tell you the name; its a, um, Secret (ha ha).
Im going to tell you about one of the capers weve performed over the
past year, so you can get an idea of what our lives have been like.
As I said, weve figured out ways to see anything we want, to watch
anyone we want to, secretly. And while we watch we masturbate together,
unless its in a place where wed be caught. In those cases we make tape
recordings and watch them in my apartment, masturbating each other
while
the tape runs.
Neither of us has had a steady boyfriend or girlfriend since we
started
being lovers. We didnt need to. Oh, sure, I dated, and so did Marie,
but
only so that we could secretly tape our temporary beaus. Once we got
what
we wanted on tape, we moved on to another "friend." Our tape library
consists of hundreds of secretly made fuck and suck sessions, and we
even
have our boy and girlfriends alone, masturbating when they thought no
one
was around.
Let me tell you about what we do on vacations.
Vacations are wonderful for peeking, and, with some planning, for
videotaping, too. Weve really got it down to a science. I dont want you
to think Im suggesting that YOU do what we have done. Understand that
if
you try this and get caught, its on YOU. Im just telling you about our
experiences.
Last fall, Marie and I want to New Hampshire for a week, during the
beautiful fall foliage season. Its a time when a lot of couples
vacation
there, some with kids, some just with each other. We are
equal-opportunity
peekers: We dont care if were looking in on a single guy or gal or a
couple or a family with kids. We do stay away from people with dogs,
though, because those animals have a sixth sense that makes them bark
when
were looking in.
Heres a technique we perfected last fall. Marie and I checked out a
series of motels. The one we choose have to have certain qualities.
What
we looked for are motels that had a long row of windows in the back. We
make sure that this back area is unlit and easy to walk through
undetected.
But thats not all. We also make sure that they have at least one of
two other things: Either venetian blinds or in-window air conditioners.
When we find a motel that meets those requirements, we drive up to
the
office and register as husband and wife. But we ask for a specific kind
of
room. We ask for adjoining rooms on the first floor. We tell the clerk
that were going to be in one of the rooms, and that some friends who
should be arriving soon will be in the other. And need it on the first
floor, we say, because the wife in the other couple is handicapped and
cant climb stairs.
We pay for both rooms and then go to them. Once we get inside, we
start
looking around. If the two rooms have venetian blinds, we go to each
blind
and put a small rip in the cotton strap that supports the bottom slat
of
the blind. That causes that slat to lie about a half-inch too low, so
that
when the blind is closed, theres enough of a gap to see into the room
from the outside but not enough of a gap for anyone inside the room to
notice.
Then we look for an in-window air conditioner. You know, the kind
that
has accordion-fold flaps on the side that expand to make the unit fit
snugly. If there is one of those in the room, we take a sharp
pen-knife
and cut a small slit in one of the folds. Again, we make a hole large
enough to see into the room, but not so large that it would be noticed
by
anyone inside the room.
After about an hour, we go back to the office and act very
apologetic.
We explain that we called our friends and found out that they had to
cancel. The wife had fallen, we say, and broken her ankle, ruining
their
whole vacation.
We explain to the clerk that not only dont we need the second room
we also would actually prefer to be on the second floor, where its
quieter. Would it be too terrible to change room, we ask. And since
weve
already taken our luggage out of the car, would it be OK if the room
was
near the original two, like maybe above one of them?
Most times, this is no problem. We get keys to the new room, move
our
stuff and turn in the original keys.
And then we wait, hoping that someone interesting will be assigned
to
those two first-floor rooms.
If were also lucky enough to have a room on the second floor that
adjoins to another room, and if theres no one in it yet, we see if the
doors separating the rooms can somehow be adapted to peeping. Sometimes
we
luck out, sometimes we dont. When we do, its a bonus. We get to look
through a keyhole or tiny self-made hole in that door, or we spread the
molding a little to make it possible to see through a crack.
All of this works, of course, only in older places. The new motels
are
all concrete block and heavy fiberboard doors. But the older ones are
perfect, with old wooden-paneled doors that can easily be compromised.
This particular night we were incredibly lucky. Going into the
corner
room downstairs we saw was a man and woman in their 30s. He was really
fat
looked like more than 300 pounds! She was the opposite: tall and
skinny
but with decent boobs, about 36C, I guessed. They were an odd couple,
but
we couldnt wait to see what theyd do after dark.
In the room next to them was an older couple but weve found that
sometimes theyre more fun to watch than young people. More creative, if
you know what I mean. These two were in their 60s. She was the huge one
this time, short about five feet and with absolutely enormous
breasts.
It seemed, as we looked out our window and watched them walk inside
from
the parking lot, that her boobs hung down to her knees!
"Gosh," I said to Marie, who was already rubbing her pussy, "I cant
wait to see those!"
The guy was normal looking, about 6 feet tall and with a grey
goatee.
"I guess hes a tit man," Marie joked.
"I sure hope so," I said. That lady is three-quarters tit!"
It was about 4 p.m. Most of the motel patrons would be eating in
the
dining room attached to the place, we figured, because there wasnt
anything else on the highway for miles. Marie and I planned to eat at
about 5, then go back to the room and wait for dark.
No one had moved into the room next to ours yet, so we just waited
to
see what would happen there. The crack we had made in the door molding
gave us a perfect view of the bed in that room. We hoped for the best.
We had about a half-hour until dinner.
"Make me cum," Marie said, out of the blue.
"Why should I?" I joked.
"Cause Im horny as hell, asshole, and I can cum as many times a day
as
I want."
She always rubbed that in. My record was only four, and I liked to
save
my orgasms for crucial peeking sessions.
"OK, spread em, lady," I said mimicking a TV cop.
Marie laughed and bounced onto the king-sized bed, pulling down her
shorts and underpants in one clean motion, almost in mid-air.
I dove into her perfumed muff and started to kiss her deeply. I
pressed
my nose into her slit and took a huge breathe. "God, you smell
delicious,"
I said.
I continued to kiss and suck her until her clit started to harden.
Then
I gripped it gently with my teeth and started flicking it with my
tongue.
"Put your fingers in, too," she said. Marie had loved that ever
since
we were kids. My teeth and tongue on her clit, my fingers, at least two
or
three of them, deep in her moist pussy. Lately we had added a long
middle
finger up her asshole.
We lay there for about 10 minutes, me slurping and fingering away,
Marie moaning softly at first and then more loudly. I could tell she
was
about to blow.
"Ohhhhhhh, God!" she yelled. "God, I love you, Michael."
She squirted that little squirt of pee that always comes out when
she
has an orgasm. As usual, it landed on my lips and rolled down my cheek.
I
stuck my tongue deep inside her again and licked her clean. I had grown
to
love the smell and taste and touch of her pee, just as she had become
accustomed to the heady flavor of my cum. We really were in love, Marie
and I. I wondered if this was going to be a lifelong commitment. I
really
wanted it to be.
Her whole body seemed to go limp.
"Lets skip dinner," she said. "I just want to lie here forever."
We heard a door slam in the room below us. I jumped up and looked
out
the window.
"Its the fat guy and his stringbean wife," I said. It looks like
theyre going to dinner. Lets get a table near them."
We loved to talk to the people were planned to peek at. It added
something to the excitement. Marie slowly got up and threw on a T-shirt
and shorts.
"Shit. OK, lets go. Youre right. Well get friendly with them."
Maries beautiful nipples were rock-hard, and you could see the
points
through her shirt. There even was a hint of the darkness showing
through.
"Ill bet you give the fat guy a hard-on," I said.
"Lets see, lover!" Marie said, and we bounded out to the restaurant.
We wangled a table right next to the couple, smiled and said hello.
A
little small talk later and we learned that they were from New York
City,
where he was a stock broker and she was an artist. They had been
married
the day before, had spent their honeymoon at a snazzy New York hotel
and
then driven up here for the scenery.
They had no idea that within an hour or two THEY would be OUR
scenery!
I spent the whole meal wondering what he would look like fucking
her.
Marie obviously was thinking about the same thing. I could see her
right
hand, hidden by the tablecloth, gently rubbing her pussy as she stared
at
the guys crotch to see if her nipples had given him a hard-on. It was
impossible to tell, but it was fun to think about.
About halfway through the meal the second couple came in the old
folks. The hostess tried to seat them at a booth, but this womans chest
was so huge she couldnt fit in the seat. Embarrassed, they asked to
move,
and the hostess put them at a table, where the women could move her
chair
back a foot and sit comfortably. I tell you, I have never, ever, seen
breasts this huge. I began to dribble into my shorts thinking about
what
her nipples must look like. Marie saw me redden and just smiled.
We finished eating and, as the waiter was bringing our check we
noticed
a van pull up to the section of the motel where our room was. We
couldnt
make out who was inside, but we said goodnight to the fat guy and his
bride, left the money on our table, and rushed out, hoping to see who
was
in the van.
Just as we got to the sidewalk, out of the van stepped a long-legged
drop-dead blonde, about 40 I would guess, wearing a mini-skirt that was
almost no skirt at all, and a T-shirt that, like Maries, left nothing
to
the imagination. About a 40D, I guessed. "Lucky husband," I whispered
to
Marie, and we strained to look as the guy got out of the drivers seat.
My jaw dropped. It wasnt her husband, thats for sure. Son, maybe,
but definitely not husband. This kid was 16 at most. He went to the
back
of the van, picked up two pieces of luggage and headed for the stairs.
"OK, mom," he said. "Open the door these are heavy!"
The went into the room next to ours!
I looked at Marie. "Holy shit," I said. "Do you think theyre
fucking?"
"Why do you say that?" she asked. "Many moms travel with their
sons."
"Yes," I said. "But do you remember what we saw when we looked into
that room?"
"No," she said. "What?"
"A bed, thats what. ONE bed! They ARE sleeping together! This is
going
to be a great night."
We went back to our room and planned the evening. Wed turn out the
light in our room and watch the mom and son as long as we could. Then,
when it got dark, wed take turns "strolling" along the back of the
motel,
waiting for a chance to watch the couples. If we were lucky, we could
peek
and masturbate together either in the room or down in the back as we
watched.
"I cant want to see that huge lady," I said.
"I cant want to see that fat man fuck his skinny bride," Marie said.
And, practically in unison, we both said: "And I cant want to watch
that lucky kid fuck his moms brains out!"
Look for Johnnys Closet, Part 6, in a day or two!
And let me know if you like this stuff!
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