Author: Amour
Title: Being Naughty Isn't Bad
Summary: Fifteen year old Lindsay wanted to grow up and
have a sex life like her older sister. Her dream came
true sooner than expected.
Keywords: M/f, voy, reluc, spank, 1st
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Adults Only! Distribution to minors prohibited.
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Copyright (C) 2010 by Amour.
All rights reserved. No part of this story may be
reproduced in any form without the previous written
permission of the author.
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All characters and situations in this story are
fictitious.
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Being Naughty Isn't Bad
by Amour
Lindsay wore a white skirt and a pink cotton
blouse, and her sandals slapped against her heels as
she walked along the backside of the house. She looked
around suspiciously, and then moved a bench to the side
of the house, below a bedroom window. It was a warm
evening.
Watching Lindsay is my clandestine hobby. It's
an activity that I'd have difficulty explaining, if I
was ever caught, as I'm much older than she is. The
wooded area between our houses gives me ample cover
from which I can spy on the petite fifteen year old
girl. I've known Lindsay for several years, and even
paid her to wash my car. She's developed into a girl
who is both pleasing to look at and interesting to
engage in conversation. This summer I had taken to
using binoculars to watch her sunbath, and it had only
increased my desire to know her in a more personal
way. Now was was a great time to observe Lindsay as her
parents had driven away in their car an hour ago.
Lindsay stepped up on the bench and peeked
inside a bedroom window. What could she be looking at?
She brought her hand to the front of her shirt and I
watched her release a button and slip her hand inside
and fondle herself. My heart pounded with indecent
desire for the tender young girl, and it only took a
few moments for my lecherous intention to overcome my
waning morality. I hadn't anticipated this
opportunity, but I knew it might never come again. I
silently walked out of the trees. The sweet fifteen
year old was so engrossed with what she was watching
through the window that she didn't notice me
approaching from behind.
Her skirt hung almost midway to her thighs and
her toenails had been painted pink like the color of
her shirt. She leaned on the side of the house and
stood on tiptoes while peeping in the window. I was so
close behind her that I could detect her fragrant
clean scent, which blended nicely with the aroma of
the surrounding flowers. I heard a soft whimper from
Lindsay and saw that she had taken her hand out of her
shirt and had now pulled up the front of her skirt. I
wanted to embrace her immediately, but restrained the
impulse. There is a time and a place for everything, and
I sensed that I would soon be rewarded for my patience.
An unspoiled beauty like Lindsay is worth waiting for.
"Lindsay, what are you doing?" She gasped and
tottered on the bench. I held her waist and prevented her
from falling.
"Oh my god, Mr. Peters, what are you doing here?"
Lindsay whispered like we were keeping a secret.
"I think that I should ask you that question.
Why are you sneaking about and peaking in that window?"
I spoke softly, to match her secretive demeanor.
"It's nothing, really. I was just messing around."
"I don't think that you're telling me the whole
truth Lindsay. I watched you touching yourself, out here
in the open, where people can see you. Is that the way
your parents taught you to act?"
"No, I'm sorry," Lindsay said in a muffled
voice. Her eyebrows pinched together in distress.
"Please don't tell anyone, I could never go out in
public again."
"We'll see about that later. Now, show me what
you were watching through the window."
I helped her back up on the bench, and she
appeared worried as I positioned myself behind her. We
looked in the window together as I held her by her
slender waist. Inside the bedroom Lindsay's seventeen
year old sister was lying on the bed, embracing a man
who was easily twice her age. The front of her shirt
was open and the man was kissing her breasts. We
watched the man unzip her shorts and slide his hand
inside. Lindsay's toes wiggled in her thongs and I
don't think she realized that I had grown hard as I
held myself against her firm young bottom.
"He's my sister's science teacher from school,"
she whispered. "He comes over to tutor her."
"I bet she does well in science."
"It's her best subject. How did you know?"
"Just a guess."
I stepped down from the bench and took hold of
Lindsay under the arms and lowered her to the ground.
Her little breasts bounced under the pink shirt. The
top buttons were still undone but she seemed to have
forgotten about that.
"Now, back to you, Lindsay."
"I know, I'm sorry." She squirmed and stood on
one foot while dangling a thong from her big toe.
"What would your sister do, if she knew your were
spying on her?"
"She'd kill me."
"What would your mom and dad think if they
knew you were touching yourself in public?"
"I don't know, but it'd be awful. Promise me
you won't tell them. Please?"
"We'll talk about that later."
I took Lindsay under the arms and lifted her
back up on the bench and then I climbed up behind
her. This time I wrapped my arms around her shapely
young waist and held her close to me.
"Look Lindsay," I said while gazing in the
window.
Lindsay's sister was rubbing her teacher's
crotch. The sexy seventeen year old unzipped the older
man's pants and put her hand inside, and a moment later
she was swinging his cock in the air in front of her
open mouth. Lindsay flinched when she saw her sister
lower her pretty lips over the crimson bulb on the end
of his thick dick.
"Oh my god," Lindsay whispered.
"You admire your sister, don't you Lindsay."
"Yes."
"You want to be just like your sister, don't
you."
"I guess so."
The top buttons on her shirt were still undone,
so I slipped my hand inside and held it still over her
firm teenage breast. Lindsay's skin was was soft and
smooth, and her stiff nipple pressed into my palm.
"Mr. Peters, what are you doing?"
I didn't say anything but I did begin to play
with her innocent young bosom. Lindsay looked down at
my hand inside her shirt as I gently rolled her nipple
between my thumb and forefinger. I was impressed at
how large and firm the sweet young girl's nipple
became as a result of the fondling.
We returned our attention to the bedroom. The
teacher's erection now stood up straight and hard in
in the hand of his young student. The seventeen year
old girl stroked the teacher's blood engorged phallus
as her moist tongue caressed the tip. A few minutes
passed and the two lovers spoke to each other, and then
Lindsay's sister lay back on the pillow and opened her
legs in a salacious gesture that displayed her tomato
red pussy, shining with a coating of teen juice.
"You like watching this, don't you Lindsay."
"I don't know, maybe, I guess so."
Lindsay's full red lips twitched nervously as
she spoke. She held on to my forearm and briefly made
a timid effort to pull my hand away from her breast.
The mild resistance to my advance only increased my
desire to enjoy this luscious teen goddess, so I
pressed my crotch against her shapely young bottom.
Inside the room the teacher climbed between
the lewdly spread legs of his young student, and
Lindsay watched the obscene display with rapt
attention. I felt the breathing of the fifteen year
old girl quicken as I held her in my arms. She smelled
fresh, as if she had just climbed out of the shower.
Her skirt was made of a light cotton, perfectly
comfortable for a warm summer evening, and entirely
useless as protection from my marauding hands. I
slowly swung my fingers over her skirt and brushed
the front of her pussy. Lindsay wobbled a little on
the bench but I steadied her. She grasped my wrist as
I gently stroked the skirt between her legs. The
fabric of the skirt was so sheer and smooth that I
could feel the soft shape of her sensitive pussy lips.
"What is your sister doing now Lindsay?"
Lindsay looked in the window and then turned
her head away for a moment before returning her eyes
to the lustful union happening on her sister's bed.
The innocent young girl that I held in my arms had
succumbed to my fondling and no longer offered any
resistance. Her mind was focused on the scene inside
the window, where she studied the teachers cock
sliding in and out of her sister's gaping wet pussy.
"What are you thinking Lindsay?"
"I don't know," she answered with a shaky
voice.
"Have you ever done that before?"
"No."
I pulled up the front of her skirt and slipped
my hand inside the waistband of her pantie. She took
hold of my forearm as my fingers moved over the soft
tuft of hair that adorned the still innocent flesh
above her young pussy. I circled the bud of her
clitoris with a fingertip, and for the first time
Lindsay responded with a sexual movement of her hips.
The tender folds of her virgin pussy lips were well
lubricated with teenage love nectar.
"I can tell you've been enjoying this."
"I'm sorry, I can't help it."
I stepped off the bench and took hold of
Lindsay under her bottom and then held her as she
slowly slid down the front of my chest until her feet
were on the ground. There was a moment when her
crotch had passed over my own and I felt her press
herself against the bulge in my pants. Darkness had
come over us and she held me tightly in her arms, with
her head resting on my chest.
"Do you think it's fair that your sister has
all the fun while you stand outside and watch?"
"It kind of makes me mad. She gets to do so
much. My mom and dad treat me like a baby."
"I saw your parents leave earlier."
"Yes, they went to the movies and won't be
back until after midnight."
"Well, seeing that your sister gets to have a
guest in her room, why don't you have me as a guest
in your room?"
"Really? I guess it would be okay, if you
want to."
"I'd love to visit your bedroom."
Lindsay took me in the side entrance. It was a
little after nine o'clock so I would have plenty time
with this sweet young girl before her parents got
home. We turned on a single lamp in the living room
which illuminated her lovely features. No amount of
makeup or cosmetic surgery could improve on what
nature had done with her; she was perfect.
We made our way down a long hallway to where
Lindsay slept. I closed the door behind us. Her
bedroom was filled with a pleasant aroma that reminded
me of the perfume section in a department store. I sat
down on a chair at her desk where a fashion magazine
lay open. A teddy bear stared at us from her bed.
Lindsay put on some music and made a shy smile.
"I'm glad you came over Mr. Peters. What do
you want to do now?"
"Lindsay, would you come over here please?"
The shy fifteen year old walked over and stood
before before me, twisting a lock of hair around her
index finger. I took hold of the back of her thighs
and positioned her between my knees as I sat in the
chair. My hands roamed up the back of her legs to her
shapely young bottom.
"Lindsay, has your father ever spanked you?"
"No, why should he?"
"Perhaps that's the problem. Do you admit that
it was wrong to spy on your sister?"
"Yes, but it was just natural curiosity.
Besides, you were peeping too."
"I'm an adult, that's different."
"If you say so."
"Do you agree there should be some consequences
when you do something wrong?"
"I suppose."
"How will you be punished if I don't tell your
parents about it?"
"You can't tell them, my sister would get into
even more trouble than me. I have an idea, why don't
you punish me. You could make me stay home for a week,
or a month. My mom and dad would never know."
"I think a spanking would be more appropriate."
"Spanking is for little girls, I'm too old.
Besides, my parents are against corporal punishment."
"I'll be happy to show you that spanking is for
big girls too."
I pulled Lindsay down over my lap and
positioned her with one leg stretched over my thigh,
and with her other leg under mine. That way her crotch
fit snugly over my own, which sent waves of indecent
pleasure through my loins, and I sure it did the same
for her as well. I pulled up the skirt to expose the
white pantie that covered the pretty young girl's
tender bottom.
"Mr. Peters, will this hurt my self esteem?"
"I think you'll find that spanking has its
benefits."
"Ouch, ouch!"
Lindsay cried out each time the palm of my hand
collided with her soft bottom. She squirmed and kicked
her legs and the friction between us caused me to
become quite hard underneath her petite body. She
looked up at me with her face flushed red and I could
see the complicated emotions coursing through her; the
discomfort of the spanking was melding with the
feelings of sexual pleasure as she pressed her crotch
against mine. I stopped the spanking and held my hand
on her warm bottom.
"Are we done now?" Lindsay said. Her voice
sounded hopeful.
"This is the intermission."
"What does that mean?"
I pulled up the waistband of her pantie and
peered underneath to see how she was faring. I hadn't
spanked her very hard, but even so, her bottom glowed
red and felt hot to the touch. I gently massaged her
shapely rear end to comfort her. Lindsay's cheeks had
a delightful sponginess and sprang back to perfect
shape after each caress.
I had also delivered some punishment to her
inner thighs, so I massaged there as well. My hand
grazed against where the pantie was covering her
virginal young pussy and Lindsay jumped a little and
then lay quiet. It was oddly beautiful to see her bent
over my lap, and my eyes were drawn between her
shamelessly spread legs to the pussy mound that lay
hidden underneath the pantie. My fingertips traced a path
between her legs and found the entire area damp with
her intoxicating love juices. Lindsay pressed her
crotch against mine as I rubbed the puffed mound
through the pantie. Then, without warning, I began
spanking her again.
"Oh ouch. I'm so embarrassed!" Lindsay
complained.
I paddled the young girl's bottom for several
more minutes. Lindsay's cheeks jumped and recoiled
after each spank, and she continued the lewd pressing
her overheated crotch upon my swollen cock. I also
spanked her inner thighs and even her pussy, as she
had spread her legs widely and had offered this area
for my attention. Lindsay continued to protest her
abasement, even though I wasn't spanking her especially
hard. I'm sure that most of the discomfort she was
experiencing was just the humiliation of being
subjugated in such a manner.
I decided that I had made an impression on
the young girl and ended the spanking. She didn't
protest when I pulled her pantie back to the bottom of
her cheeks and applied some hand lotion from bottle
that had been left on her desk. Lindsay's scorched
buns soaked up the lotion as I gently massaged her
beyond where the tan line of her bathing suit ended.
"That feels good Mr. Peters. Are you done
spanking me?"
"Yes, and you handled yourself very well. You
can be assured that your secret is safe with me."
"What would you like to do now?"
Lindsay rose to her feet and pulled the pantie
up around her slender waist. She placed her hands on
my shoulders and I held her waist while resting my head
between her breasts. The spanking had the surprising
effect of draining me emotionally. I saw that the
experience had somehow strengthened Lindsay, and
weakened me. We still had a couple hours before her
parents would be home. The music that she was playing
wasn't what I'd normally listen to, but I found that
as time went by I began to take pleasure from it.
"I'd like to dance with you Lindsay."
"Are you serious?"
"I want to slow dance with you."
"Sure, if that's what you want."
I stood up and put my arms around Lindsay and
we began to slowly sway to pounding rhythms coming
from her music player. I remembered a girl who I had
taken to my high school senior prom. I had deeply
loved her with that kind of wild emotional abandon
that can only be achieved by the young and reckless.
I had danced with her then, just like I was with
Lindsay now. But somehow Lindsay was better. She had
stoked a long dormant fire in the back of my heart,
that now burned hotter than it ever had before.
"You're a good dancer Mr. Peters."
Lindsay giggled a little after she said that,
a giggle that I'm sure was giving acknowledgment to my
erection which was extending down my pant leg. It
couldn't have been more obvious if I was dancing with
a banana in my pocket. She pressed her hips against me
and actually began to slowly hump herself over my cock
shaft. As the music went on she became more lewd and
obvious about it. I let my hand drop down to her
bottom and felt her cheeks tighten each time she
shamelessly rubbed her pussy over my cock.
It got to the point where the dancing had
stopped but our hips kept grinding together. I leaned
down a little so I could arch my hips and rub the
hard shaft of my cock directly over her virgin pussy.
The bed was only a few feet away so I slowly moved in
that direction. I pushed Lindsay back on the bed and
lay on top of her. We continued our dance in the
horizontal position, with our clothes on, wildly
humping under the unblinking eyes of her teddy bear.
I'd never been sexually aroused with such
intensity before. This fifteen year old had brought me
to the brink of an orgasm and I was still wearing my
pants. I pulled away from her undulating hips to try
and let the pressure subside in the back of my balls.
I was ready to explode.
"Why did you stop, did I do something wrong?"
"I just needed a little rest."
I lay beside her and we kissed as I slowly
unhooked the rest of the buttons on her shirt. My
kisses slowly moved down her neck to her breasts where
I licked her luscious teenage nipples, which became
splendidly large and firm. Lindsay ran her fingers
through my hair and softly moaned, "That feels nice."
Her stomach heaved as I slid my hand down to
the top of her pussy, just above the clitoris. Her
hips rose to greet me, but I deviously swerved my hand
away and stroked her thigh. My fingers traversed along
the apex of her inner leg, but didn't touch her pussy,
even when she bucked her hips and tried to thrust
herself against my hand. She moaned and clawed at me.
The teenager was in such a state of arousal that she
didn't notice that I was also removing my pants and
underwear. Now my cock stood out free and hard, and it
pointed toward young Lindsay as if being guided by
radar.
"Do you feel rested now?" Lindsay said.
I answered her with another kiss while sliding
my hand inside her pantie and down to her nectar coated
pussy lips. My finger easily slipped into her hot
little cunt where ecstasy waited for my rampaging
erection. The fifteen year old girl arched her hips
toward my finger as I stroked in and out of her. Then
I gently took her hand and placed it on my stiff cock.
"Oh, what are you doing?" Lindsay asked.
I began to pull the pantie down but Lindsay
grabbed the waistband and pulled it back up. I cajoled
her and rubbed her wet snatch and slowly started
removing the pantie again, but her little hand was
right there, pulling the pantie back into position.
The tug of war went on for several minutes and my only
accomplishment was in stretching the pantie out of
shape. I had reached a roadblock, something in her was
drawing and line and would not permit the removal of
this last layer of protection over her virgin pussy.
I finally resorted to subterfuge and tickled her ribs
until she let go of the pantie, leaving me to swiftly
pull the garment down her slender legs. We lay on our
sides facing each other and I managed to coax her into
holding her soft little fingers around my eager cock.
"I can't get over seeing my sister and her
teacher," Lindsay said. "I can't believe she did it."
"It's really not that unusual. Lots of girls do
it with their teachers, or other older guys."
"You mean like the guy next door?"
"Well yes, someone a girl trusts."
"I don't know if I'm ready yet."
"Let's just cuddle for a while. I like talking
with you too."
"Okay."
I thought of Lindsay's parents, sitting in a
dark theater, oblivious to what was happening to their
daughter. They had done a good job raising Lindsay; the
girl was emotionally healthy and doing well in school;
she had many friends and stayed away from the things
that get young people in trouble. I wondered what her
mom and dad would think if they could see how she
humped me as we danced. What would her parents say if
they could see their beautiful little girl thrusting
her hips as I finger fucked her.
I fondled Lindsay constantly with the intention
of getting her aroused to the point where she would
offer no resistance to our coupling. I had her shirt
completely unbuttoned and her skirt pulled up around
her naked waist. There would be no need to remove
any additional clothing. I finally I got her into a
position where I was kissing and fingering her as she
stroked my cock. Her hips tirelessly rocked toward my
hand as I slid two fingers in and out of her. I could
tell that her excited little pussy was ready to take
on a hard cock, but I felt that her mind had yet to be
overpowered by her senses.
I rolled onto my back and pulled Lindsay on top
of me, which seemed to embolden her. She straddled her
legs across my hips and held my hands down on the bed.
She pretended to have me under her control.
"I'm the boss now," Lindsay said.
My thrilled erection stretched out on my
stomach underneath her and I could feel her wet cunt
lips spreading out over my engorged cock shaft like a
suction cup. Her hips began to rock. She did it slowly
at first, but her modesty quickly departed and she
began to blatantly rub her her pussy along the length
of my shaft. It felt like she was angling her pussy so
as to nuzzle her clitoris against my cock. I became
sticky with the pungent fluids oozing out between the
lips of her pink pussy flower. The pressure began to
build up behind my bloated balls. This beautiful girl
had me on the brink of an orgasm again. I pushed her
off of me and before she had time to protest I had
positioned her on her hands and knees with me sitting
behind her.
"Mr. Peters, um, now what are you doing?"
"We're still cuddling Lindsay."
"Okay."
I pulled her ass cheeks apart and applied the
tip of my tongue to her dark puckered anus. She jiggled
her firm teen butt and said, "What's that?" The tip of
my tongue could feel the tiny wrinkles that kept her
sensitive ass hole clamped shut. Lindsay knelt before
me in stunned silence as my tongue probed her teenage
butt.
"Oh, Mr. Peters, stop it!"
Lindsay's little anus began to open, even as
the words of protest poured out of her mouth. The
mysterious wrinkled sphere slowly yielded and allowed
the tip of my tongue to to worm its way way inside.
Her hips began to jerk convulsively as I forced my
tongue into her virgin back door. It was thrilling to
see the pretty young girl leaning down on her elbows
with her ass lewdly pointed up in the air.
"What are you doing? Oh, oh my! You must stop,
I never imagined...oh, oh!"
"You look pretty Lindsay."
"Mr. Peters! What are you doing to me?"
I answered her by returning my tongue to her
ass hole. The puckered button relaxed right away this
time and I pushed my tongue back into her rear chamber.
The innocent young teenager squealed with delight as I
twisted my tongue her rear end. After a few minutes
her hips began to move with a steady rocking motion,
and I knew that she was was now enjoying this new
level of ravishment.
I got up on my knees and gazed down at
Lindsay. She remained on her elbows with her head on
the pillow as she looked back at me with a questioning
look on her face. I had withdrawn all physical contact
with her for the moment, which seemed to confuse her.
She tantalizingly swayed her ass in front of me, and
she arched her hips back and forth as if trying rub
her pussy over something that wasn't there. The
lascivious display made it obvious that the sexual
sensations flowing through her fifteen year old body
had subdued any remaining modesty, reluctance or moral
values instilled by her mom and dad. I leaned forward
a little and let the movement of her bottom brush
against my cock
I held myself still and let Lindsay isolate
my cock between her butt cheeks. Then the limber teen
arched her hips back and forth and rubbed her cunt over
the length of my throbbing love tool. The amorous
movements of the teen nymph again brought me to the
threshold of an orgasm, so I circled my fingers around
the base of my cock and squeezed until the urgency had
subsided. Then, I took hold of her hip with one hand
and positioned the tip of my cock between her wetly
parted pink pussy lips. She took a deep breath, and
for a brief moment I saw fear in her eyes, but her
countenance changed the instant I pushed my rod into
her juicy snatch.
"Aaaaaggghhh!" she wailed.
Lindsay's mouth opened into a giant oval as
she wailed; her eyes were wide open and she clutched
the pillow like a life preserver. My entrance had been
unhesitating and complete, I was all the way inside her
now. My cock was perfectly rigid, so every part of her
pussy had to submit to the intrusion. At first I moved
very little. Instead, I let my lovely teenager get used
to having me inside her - I wanted to see if she would
again seek out her own satisfaction, and she did. After
a couple minutes Lindsay slowly began to move her hips
as she squeezed my cock with hot little pussy. What
would her mommy think about that?
"Oh, oh yes," she moaned.
Lindsay stared vacantly toward the teddy bear
that sat on the corner of the bed. I was no longer
content with her subtle little movements, so I began
to thrust into her, gently at first, and then with
increasing speed and power. Lindsay dug her fingers
into the pillow as I drove my cock between her gaping
pussy lips again and again. My own self control
had ebbed and the animal like lust in my heart took
control of my body. The bed swayed beneath us which
caused the teddy bear to fall over on his face.
"Ooooh, you're so hard," moaned the lust driven
fifteen year old.
"I like the way you squeeze me with you little
pussy."
"I don't believe what you do to me," she cooed.
"How do you feel?"
"Naughty."
I felt the early stages of an orgasm building
and this time I intended to let it happen. I grabbed
both her hips and rapidly thrust into her sensitive
young pussy. Lindsay sensed my need and made an extra
effort to point her pretty teenage bottom up in the
air so I could plunge directly into her. Her pussy was
relaxed now and greedily welcomed all the pummeling
that my cock could deliver. Plentiful fluids lubricated
her love chamber and even flowed out of her, coating
her pussy lips with a glistening erotic luster.
"AAAAAAAHHHHH!" Lindsay cried out.
Lindsay's cries were loud enough to be heard
all over the house, but I was out of control with
passion and it didn't occur to me that noise might be
a problem. She stayed still for several moments; her
face contorted and she let out a long howl as her
pussy contracted around my cock; her body shuddered
and more nectar oozed out of her lovely young pussy.
"It feels so good," she purred
My own release was also imminent, and for some
reason that I don't understand, I chose to change our
position. I sat back and pulled Lindsay on top of my
lap, with her back against my chest. She leaned against
me and seemed happy to be sitting with my cock impaling
her. Then she let out a scream that gave me goosebumps
and pointed toward the window.
"Look, it's my sister!"
Staring up from my passionate delirium I saw
the faces Lindsay's seventeen year old sister and the
teacher peering through the window. The clock on the
desk showed a time of almost 11:30 so her parents
would be home soon. I was too far gone to care. I took
hold of Lindsay by her slender waist and lifted her up
and down over my cock as the audience at the window
peeped in at us with with their mouth's open. Lindsay's
hair flew around and she pulled up her skirt as I
bounced her on top of my love tool.
"Do it to me Mr. Peters, do it harder!"
Lindsay stared at her sister as she yelled. I
suppose the younger girl was challenging her older
sibling. It was an declaration that she too had arrived
at the age of sexuality, and that her older sister
would have to treat her as an equal for now on.
"I want it Mr. Peters, give me more!"
Unfortunately I didn't have any more to give
her. I tightly gripped my young girlfriend as the
orgasm rippled in waves through my exhausted body. I
forgot about the people watching us through the window
and thought only of Lindsay, my obsession and now my
lover. My cock convulsed in what seemed like slow
motion, and I felt the sperm traveling up the shaft and
bursting out the tip, deep inside the belly of this
lovely fifteen year old girl.
"Are you okay Mr. Peters? I could feel you
twitching inside me."
"I'm fine."
Lindsay held up her skirt and opened her legs
so her sister and the teacher could see my cock
sticking into her stretched out pussy. Then she reached
between her legs and came back with a fingertip loaded
with the sperm that was oozing out of her freshly
fucked young cunt. She looked at her sister and smiled
before licking the sperm off her finger and swallowing.
The couple at the window departed into the
night. Lindsay and I dressed in preparation for my
departure before her mom an dad came home. Lindsay
looked just as perky as she when I first talked to her
that evening, but I was depleted of all energy and
would need several hours of sleep to recover. When we
opened the bedroom door we found Lindsay's sister
standing there alone, waiting for us. The seventeen year
old gave me a dirty look.
"Well little sister, you really did it this time.
Are you trying to get us both in trouble? I'm supposed to
be looking after you."
"You should talk," Lindsay retorted. "I saw
you and your so called teacher. I saw everything you
did to him. If you can do it then I can too."
"You mean you spied on us?"
"Yes, through the window, just like you spied
on me."
The face on the older girl turned ashen. "Look
Lindsay, this is serious, we have to keep this between
us or there will be big trouble."
"I know that."
"I'm kind of proud of you Lindsay," the older
girl said. "You were going at it like like a pro. You
caught yourself a handsome guy too."
"He's mine, you've already got a boyfriend."
The older sister smiled and looked at me. She
had strong, intelligent eyes. "Take good care of my
little sister."
"I will."
Lindsay walked me to the same side door where
we had entered into the house. She put her arms around
me as we stood outside in the dark. The reality of
having to leave her was painful.
"I wish you didn't have to go," Lindsay said.
"Me too, but we'll be together again soon."
"I also wish we didn't have to hide."
"Are you reading my mind Lindsay?"
"Maybe." We looked at the stars in silence.
"If I'm a bad will you spank me again?"
"You're funny."
"I think I'm going to be bad tomorrow."
I returned to my house the same way that I had
come, through the woods. I went back to the exact place
where I had been watching Lindsay earlier in the evening
and waited until I saw the lights of her parents car pull
into the driveway. Then I went home.
Lindsay did find an excuse to visit me the
next day. She said that her mother had come into her
bedroom to check on her as soon as they got home.
Lindsay was in bed wearing her pajamas and reading a
book. She told her mom that she had gone to bed early
in the evening, which in a way, was true.
The End