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Original Post Date: 28 Oct 2002 


                Last of the Moe Peek-ins
                            by
                      Kenny N Gamera

Moe was having a hard night.  A very hard night.  A ten-inch
long, wrist-thick, and throbbing hard night.  A night so
fucking hard that it ached as bad as he did after a tough
game. And his fuckin' `nades hurt, too.  All in all, a
miserable, fuckin' time.

    It was the price to be paid, he realized, in dating the
hottest girl in  Judge Parker High, Jenny Pierce.  The red-
headed junior was head of the cheerleading squads for both
the football and basketball seasons and the captain of the
tennis team in the spring.  As the star quarterback, Moe
almost had to date her to keep his status in school, with
that 'had' being in bold, extra-large, underlined print
modified in a half dozen other ways that you can't show
using plain ASCII text.

   Jenny could have any guy she wanted because of her
natural good looks, her social position, and her huge chest.
Unfortunately, she knew it all too well.  She dated Moe only
for the added status it gained for her, and that extra
respect  was all she wanted out of their relationship.

   As for the more physical aspects of dating, well how had
she put it...something like..."If I let some slobbering
teen-age boy touch me, he had better have plans of becoming
a doctor, lawyer, or a senator.  And that's not you, Moe."

   Oh, she was kind enough to turn her back as he gave the
old forward pass to the rest of the cheerleading squad, the
flag squad, their geometry teacher, and the French horn
section of the marching band (just the girls , not Tommy
Goldberg).  During the weekend bashes she held when her
parents were out of town, she kept a carton of the correct
sized condoms on her nightstand .   She even helped him bag
a few of the more innocent girls.

   It was all okay with her; as long as "he kept his clammy
paws to himself" when they were together, he could do what
pleased with any other girl.

   He did not have such a chance with anyone tonight,
however.  Jenny had wanted to just hang out and be seen at
MacBurgerSlut's.  Moe didn't even get his semi-regular blow
job because Jenny's mom had gone to bed early.  That was how
he ended up at home with a balls-aching hard-on.

    As he undressed to go to sleep, Moe reflected on how
much he couldn't wait to start at State U where they had
promised him not only a pair of cute, blonde, bi-
cheerleaders for his dorm room, but also his own sorority
for the weekends.  He looked down at the tent in his boxers
as he undressed.  Nope, he couldn't wait at all, but he had
to find something to do with his problem in the mean time.

   Realistically, he knew that he would need to take matters
into his own hands, but he wanted some entertainment if he
were going to do that.  He dismissed the idea of re-watching
the tape of the team's gang rape of Polly "Purebred."  Even
if the scene where that made her fuck Jimmy's mutt, Under,
was the hottest thing he'd seen on tape, he wanted something
a little more real to enjoy himself with.

   Moe  grabbed his pants and started to put them back on.
He was going peeping again tonight!  As he did up his zipper,
he thought about who would be busy at this time at night.
The Blue's were out of town. That blonde lezzie writer was at
one of her girlfriends' place and...

   Then, it dawned on him; the junior high girl's golf team
was having a slumber party at Stacey Isaac's house just two
houses down.   If it were like one of his sister's parties,
he knew he would catch an eyeball or two of skin, and it
should be because his little sister was on the team and at
the party.

   He sneaked down the alley to  the one story home that
Stacey shared with her widower father and found a good
window to look into their family room.  Again if this party
were like his little sister's, that would be where the girls
would be.  Looking into the large window,Moe found, much to
his delight, that it was not in the least like one of his
sister's parties.

   His sister's parties always stopped at strip poker;
Stacey's party had already broken into an orgy.  The first
thing that he saw was his cute fourteen year-old sister
between the legs of Barbara O'Malley, the girl with the
hugest set of knockers in the district despite the fact that
she wasn't a freshman yet.  Little sister seemed to know
what she was doing as those knockers, freed of any hindrance
bounced like a pair of run away rubber balls.

   Moe's concentration moved back and forth from his
sister's hot little bare ass and Barbara's udders, until
another sight caught his eye; Stacey was on her knees in
front of her own father!  If the sight of his own sister
munching box lunch was enough to get him hard, the image of
Mr. Isaac's dick disappearing and reappearing in Stacey's
cute face was enough to inspire him to pull it out and do
what comes naturally to a teenage boy.

   Everywhere in the room, young girls did things to young
girls, so that Moe had a hard time deciding where to turn
his attention.  Slowly, he stroked his rock hard cock, first
watching Anne, Diane, and Rayanne in a daisy chain, then
watching Jo feeding a twelve-inch, black, rubber dong into
Amber's cunt, and even staring in wide-eyed wonder as Judy
licked Dee's asshole.

   But he always went back to look at his sister licking her
best friend and Stacey swallowing her dad.  With every few
strokes of his dick, he turned his gaze to each vision,
thinking of the unknowing invitation of his sister requested
into his fantasies or wondering if Stacey could swallow his
johnson as easily as she did her father's much smaller dick.
After a few minutes, his eyes quit even straying away to the
other girls and their play.  His hand pumped faster and
faster over his shaft.

   Just as he began to feel that special feeling of coming
bliss, Barbara threw her head back and screamed loud enough
for Moe to hear his sister's name from his hiding spot.  He
turned to see that Mr. Isaac had also thrown his head back
and pushed his daughter away so he could send his first
blast of cum across her face.  She didn't even try to get it
in her mouth, pointing the throbbing member right at her
nose.

   With that Moe felt his own orgasm start.  He splashed his
seed all over the Isaac's lawn.  With the third squirt, a
light found, him making Moe throw his free arm up over his
eyes.

   "Hello, hello?" came a firm female voice.  "What's all
this then?"

   Blinded and blinking, Moe turned towards the source of
both the beam of light and the voice, staring right into the
mouth of an electric torch.

   "Huh?"

   "I'll ask the questions here, young man.  So just limit
yourself to the answers."  The person belonging to the voice
directed the highly focused beam into his eyes.  The light
inched closer to him.  "It looks like I've caught the
neighbor hood peeping tom.  Or should I say the neighborhood
peeping moe, Mr. Star Quarterback."

   Moe began to say something in his defense when he felt a
warm, soft hand wrapped around his wilted and spent sex
stick.

   "Tsk, tsk," went the voice still hidden behind the light
as the hand began to stroke gently at his dangling meat.  "I
haven't read you your rights, so I want you to be very, very
silent.

   "Not that it'll matter having caught you rosy

   palmed," the hand gave his renewing stiffness a squeeze,
"so to speak."

   The light went off with a sharp metallic click.  The hand
left his dick a moment later.  For a moment, Moe stood in
the dark, unable to see.  His vision only slowly returned as
his abused eyes adjusted to the dim moon glow.  As they did,
they focused on the beautifully sculpted, Norwegian features
of a woman's face almost level with and slightly below a
police office's cap.

   "Uh, Officer Sherry."

   Moe felt an unpleasant tug at his scrotum that cut short
any speech that he may have been prepared to give at the
moment.

   "Remember, you have the right to remain silent."  The
blonde police

   officer gave him another firm tug.  "So, I suggest that
you remain," she yanked his ball sack one more time,
"silent, little man."

   They stood silently for a moment in the side yard of the
Isaac's home.  Moe would occasionally wince from the
sensations sent by the nerves of his scrotum, pinched
between Sherry's long, painted nails.  His dick would also
twitch form the sensations it received when Sherry's hand
would occasionally touch the underside of his shaft.  Sherry
shifted her stance as she hummed in concentration.

   Finally, she announced, "we have ourselves a problem, Mr.
Moe Star-Quarterback."  Moe cautiously grunted his
agreement.  "You have been caught in an embarrassing
position in a neighbor's yard, and I am now in the position
of needing to take your tight, hunky, perverted ass into the
station house.  Then, I would miss my date with Mr. Isaac
and the golf team because of all the paper work I would need
to fill out.

    "Of course, you'd spend the night in the hooscow.  Being
the star quarterback, you'd get a private cell, so you'd
have no worries about your losing anal cherry. Still, it'd
be embarrassing to say the least to have your parents show
up and bail you out for...um, let's see...criminal trespass,
invasion of privacy, public exposure, third degree sexual
assault..."

   "Sexual assault?"

   "Oh, yes."  Sherry shook her head.  "Masturbation in
front of a poor, innocent woman such as myself is a serious
matter, Moe.  We couldn't allow perverts like you to get
away with such horrible acts now could we?"

   "Officer Sherry, I...owwie!"  Moe cried in pain as Sherry
tugged down again.

   "Right to remain silent means right to remain silent.  If
you don't shush, I'll run you in for heresy."

   Moe exercised his rights as Sherry continued to rant,
"but that'll only make a bad situation worse for the both of
us.  What we need is a little something that will turn this
into a win/win situation.  I mean, I could just turn a look
the other way so to speak, with your promise not to do this
again, but what would I get in the transaction for my
trouble.  After all, I could get into a lot of hot water for
just letting you go, even if you are the star quarterback
and all."

   Wisely, Moe shook his head up and down as the sadistic
policewoman, finished and began to think again.  He pondered
things out himself, both for a solution and a way to
communicate it without endangering his Fifth Amendment
rights and his testicles.  He decided in the end to gently
thrust his dick forward a few times to maybe get his idea
across to her.

   Sherry glanced down and smiled.  "No, Moe. That would be
fun but then Mr. Isaac would be getting sloppy seconds, and
that I won't allow.  Besides, you'd enjoy it and where would
be the deterrent value in that?"

   Moe's shoulders slumped even if the rest of him didn't.

   "But I think that you are on the right track.

   "In fact," she announced as her fingers released their
hold on his scrotum, "maybe you can help me get ready for
the night's festivities.  I suggest that you drop on your
knees and lick me like you mean it, little man."

   Moe cautiously knelt down in front of the beautiful
blonde police officer and began to push her dark leather
skirt up to her waist.  His actions revealed a patch of
pubic hair the same golden colour as her mane, smoothly
trimmed into the shield/badge of a police officer.

   Leaning forward, he flicked his tongue over Sherry's
distended clit.

   She shuttered in response to his gentle touch.  Moe heard
her moan softly.  He took this as encouragement and moved
his mouth closer to her sweet pea.  Her hands went to her
ears, and she pulled Moe's face back away from her
increasingly wet privates by them.

   "Down, boy.  I'm saving that for one of my girlfriends
later tonight.  Your task is to take care of the other end."
Moe groaned and Sherry giggled.  "Come now, you are what you
eat, and everyone knows what the star quarterback is.  It
should be natural for you.  I'll just turn around for you
and you can get to work."

   With a graceful spin of her long,

   muscular legs, Sherry turned and stretched so her hands
touched the toes of her skin-tight, black, knee-length
boots.  Moe swallowed as Sherry's anal passage became
exposed for him to access.

   It lay nestled inside the thin tan-line running between
the tan and powerful globes of her buttocks.  He stared at
it part in near shock, part drawn to the pink skin that
puckered back into this beautiful woman's body.  The ribbed
skin looked very soft and strangely inviting, even as his
conscious mind screamed out reminders about its more natural
functions.

   "Moe!"

   The command shook Moe from his trance.  With another
swallow, he lowered his head to his unpleasant duty.
Contrary to his expectations, he couldn't detect the
slightest hint of foul odor.  His first taste was clean and
fresh.  He placed his tongue against the sphincter and
began to lick against the rim of her back passage.  She
moaned aloud.

   Her fingers brushed against his chin as she slid them
across the lips of her pussy.  Moe felt the growing dampness
on them each time her fingers tips came in contact with his
face.  In his mind's eye, he could imagine the sight of her
palm pushing against her button just below her shaped muff.

   His eyes shut tight, he could see her other hand move to
her breasts.  In time with her moans and squeals, it would
squeeze at those soft mounds through the light blue shirt of
her uniform.

   This image floated through his mind and drove him on in
his chore with an increased excitement.  His tongue attacked
Sherry's anus with gusto.  It traveled with supreme softness
over then around the hole, until the nastiness of the act
and the fantasy vision in his head overwhelmed the last of
his resistance; with only just enough force, he pushed his
tongue against her anal muscle and began to French her ass.

   Sherry's body began to pulsate against Moe's buried face.
She started to hump against her open palm.  Her moans became
something more akin to hiccups.  Clearly, she had initiated
this game very close already to climax, and Moe read the
signs of her crossing into the final stage of orgasm.

   He pet the outside of her left thigh with a touch that
almost wasn't.  The other hand traveled upward.  It brushed
a hand that was holding up the leather skirt instead of
fondling the breast as he had imagined.  The ends of his
fingers took a moment to travel slowly across a patch of
bare skin, before moving to the spot that he had envisioned
her hand just heartbeats earlier.

   His hand pounced onto its willing prey from just below
and cupped it like the bra that Sherry had not worn that
evening.  Moe held it for just a moment , then he flicked a
finger up to touch the rigid cap of Sherry's nipple.  She
hissed like a tire with the valve stem undone.  It also
sounded very close to the yes that Moe took it for.  He
squeezed at her flesh.

   She screamed and began to spasm.  Her hand dropped the
skirt which fell to catch on Moe's nose.  His concentration
began to jump back and forth like imagines in an overdone
music video.  First, it went to his tongue caught in the
clenching muscles of his lover's sphincter.  Then he sensed
the giving tissue in his other hand. Then, the soft hand
that hand had covered his to press it into the breast it
held.  Then, he felt the skin that his hand tickled.   Then,
the wet dew brought to his chin.  Then, he saw them together
as a

   voyeur would see them.  Finally, he would bounce back to
the sensations on his tongue.

   At last, Sherry's spent body gave a few short shutters
like a dying car before it became still.  To the background
sounds of her panting and gasps, Moe's sensory overload
slowly resided.  His eyes opened to the all encompassing
view of smooth skin.  One of his hands still clutched at
Sherry's breast while the other hand moved away form her
silky thigh.  Instead, he felt it around the shaft of his
dick, the beat of his rapid pulse evident in its almost
painful rigidness.

   "Stop that, little man."  He dropped his cock at the
sound of Sherry's breathless, almost kind voice.  "I think
that you'll make a nice

   addition to the party, tonight.  You'll need all your
strength if you hope to keep up with those girls."

   Moe looked up at the woman as she quietly fixed her skirt
with a casualness betrayed by the shaking of her knees.  She
turned and reached down to wrap her hands around each of
Moe's arms just below the armpits.  Without resistance, she
pulled him back into a standing position.

    "Mr. Isaac has been a little hard pressed all by
himself.  We would not want another generation of golfers to
turn dyke on us, would we?"

   In stunned silence, Moe shook his head.  The stunning
police officer smiled.  In the corner of his eye, he noticed
a movement from the window he had used for his peeping.  He
looked to see his little sister and her recent lover both
looking at him.

   Each held a hand in front of her mouth, shyly covering a
girlish giggle.  Moe blushed as he realized that they had
watched his punishment and debasement at the hand of the
beautiful cop.  Barbara pointed at his still erect tool with
a nudge to his little sister's rib cage.

   His sister turned her gaze away, but her head turned only
enough that she could still get a subtle peek.  Moe could
easily read the blush in her body language.  Sherry tapped
him with an open palm against his shoulder.  He turned back
to her.

   "Huh?"

   "Well, little man.  Are you up to joining our little
game," asked Sherry who looked into his eyes.

   Moe looked into the window again.  His sister gave him a
little.  His dick waved back on its own initiative.  Moe
nodded his head, knowing that never again would he need to
watch others for cheap thrills.

