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SINCE YOU LIKE TO WATCH by Jessica Knight <knightjar at yahoo.co.uk>

Part Three - f(mast),mf(oral)
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Many times over the next week, I caught myself thinking about that second encounter. The feeling of being watched when I masturbated had gone and, when I went over the events, I realised that at some point when I stood naked in front of Jaynie I had no longer been aware that she was there. I wondered if she had felt the same when she knelt over me on the first occasion.

Another weird thing was that rather than lying along the length of my bed when I masturbated, I now preferred to lie across it with my legs hanging over the edge. Sometimes I fantasized about Jaynie kneeling over me and sometimes I didn't, but that position somehow seemed more comfortable.

I heard nothing from her for nearly two weeks, and had begun to think that she was satisfied with her revenge. I no longer avoided going past her house, and occasionally watched her (with her clothes on!) in her bedroom, though only for a few minutes as I didn't want to risk her looking up to find me staring at her. I was therefore a little surprised when I answered the phone one evening and recognised her voice.

"Hello, pervert," Jaynie said in a curiously unmenacing tone, "Have you climbed anyone else's fence recently?"

"No," I answered warily.

"Good. I want you to climb over mine."

"Why?"

"Shut up and do as you're told," was the curt reply, followed by a click as she hung up.

Okay... what does she want now? I sighed. I was intrigued, but not worried.

It was still light outside, and I was a little concerned about being seen by someone from one of the neighbouring houses. Fortunately, the trees either side of the fence provided some cover, and when I popped my head back up from just inside Jaynie's garden, I couldn't see anyone in their windows.

Her curtains were closed, and there was no indication what I should do, so I made my way to the side of the house, past the dustbins which had been my downfall, and tried the back door. It was unlocked.

Inside, I listened for a few moments. I didn't know if she had planned some sort of trap. If her parents were there, they might think I was trying to break in, or goodness knows what else. But there was no sound.

I followed the corridor, climbed the steps to the raised level and stopped in front of Jaynie's door. It was closed. I hesitated, as I'd expected it to be open. It seemed wrong just to open it. After all, strictly I'd been told to climb over the fence, nothing else.

The handle turned and I jumped. She opened the door and regarded my coolly.

"Adding listening at doors to your crimes now?"

She motioned me through and closed the door behind me.

"Sit," Jaynie instructed, pointing at the bed.

She was fully clothed in soft lemon yellow shorts and a white tshirt which, although I hadn't really thought about it, was unexpected and immediately made me cautious. I need not have worried, however, as she promptly slipped her fingers under the top of her shorts and pushed both them and, I assumed, her knickers down in one go, and delicately kicked them from her ankles.

Until that point her room had smelled sweet and fresh just like any girl's, but as she stepped close to me I caught a different scent, the same one I had first experienced nearly three weeks ago. Rising from between her legs, it practically hit me, and I knew instantly that she was very aroused.

"You know the rules," Jaynie warned me, pushing me down by my shoulders and climbing onto the bed, "No touching."

She leaned forward over me and braced herself with her left hand against the wall behind me. Her right hand first stole under her tshirt to her breasts---she was clearly not wearing a bra---then down over her belly and between her thighs.

I lay flat on the bed, letting my eyes close, and inhaled deeply, drawing in as much of her hot, musky scent as I could. Her knees were quite close to my shoulders, and I thought I could feel the heat of her skin radiating onto my face. The bed moved gently beneath me every now and then as she shifted.

When I opened my eyes, I could not believe how close she was to me. There could not have been more than four inches between my face and her fingers, sliding up and down between her pussy lips. She had pushed her hips forward, and they gyrated slowly as if she were grinding them against her hand.

From this distance I could see exactly how Jaynie touched herself. She used three fingers; her index and ring fingers slightly spread her pussy and probed between the outer and inner lips, the tips travelling up and down the miniature valleys they formed. Her second finger teased the inner lips themselves, thrusting gently between them, making them part a little, but not actually venturing inside. Sometimes she would change and use just two fingers in a slow circle, down one side and up the other, pressing her inner lips flat. All the while her thumb was folded inside her hand, so that the side of it slid against her clitoris.

I watched her hypnotic caresses for I don't know how long, the rhythmic thrusting motions of her hips becoming more exaggerated, until it occurred to me that if she pushed much further forward she would actually touch my face.

As soon as I thought that, I decided I had to make it happen. Her scent was so strong that I could practically taste it anyway, but I had to know what it would be like. The possible repercussions flickered across my mind---but at that point, I really didn't care what she did.

I lifted my head up off the bed and, on the next upstroke of her hand, pushed my tongue out towards her.

"Uhng!"

That first contact was absolutely magical. The taste of her was like her scent made solid, or maybe liquid as her wetness rolled across my tongue. She was hot and soft and smooth. But even better than that was her reaction.

After the first strangled noise, she made what I can only describe as a mewling, whimpering sound. Her breathing became a shallow panting, and she seemed to be breathing more in than out. The motion of her hips abruptly stopped and her right hand lifted away, hanging wavering just above my face.

I craned my neck as far as I could and pushed my face close enough to press my lips to her pussy, my nose just brushing the thin hair on her mound. Now I could slip my tongue between her outer lips.

There was a faint saltiness, probably perspiration from her skin, and a slightly sour edge at first though that quickly passed. The inside of her outer lips had a texture which I had not expected, and I found that pleasant across my tongue. The inner lips folded over at the slightest pressure, and as I probed gently at them they separated and the tip of my tongue slid further inside.

I could not push very far into her vagina itself, as my tongue and neck were stretched just as far as they could go, but I did not need to. She was as wet, and her taste was as potent, there compared with the outside of her pussy as was the outside compared to four inches away.

As I explored her pussy, Jaynie slowly began to move. At first she simply pushed her hips forward, forcing her mound against my mouth, but as I moved my tongue left and right over her folds so she moved with me. Watching her (as much as I could with my face pressed between her legs!), I started to experiment, tracing the same slow circle between her inner and outer lips with my tongue as she had with her fingers, feeling her hips roll against me in time.

Just as I was beginning to enjoy this control I had suddenly found over her, Jaynie's hips shuddered. Her legs trembled and the hand which had hung loose joined the other, bracing her against the wall. As she did this, she leaned into me, allowing me to relax my neck. Almost accidentally I licked up her pussy, following the line between the lips to her clitoris. It was the most natural thing in the world for me to lick under the lower edge of it, gently over the tip, and push against the hood above it.

Now being a modern boy, I knew what a clitoris was; I knew what it looked like and what it was for, and even had some rudimentary (if until now theoretical) knowledge of what to do with it. What I could not have imagined was Jaynie's reponse.

She gasped. I mean REALLY gasped. You might have thought she had just had the wind knocked out of her.

In my surprise I continued waving my tongue back and forth over her, and of course this just increased the effect. Her legs locked and her hips again froze in place, thrust against my face. She stopped breathing for several seconds. Then as suddenly as she had stopped, she exploded, frantically thrashing her hips back and forth. I was scared she would bash my face, but absurdly I kept my mouth against her pussy. The bed bounced beneath us, and I grabbed her knees with my hands to steady us.

I could not say exactly how long she continued, but eventually she stopped. I decoupled my face from her and, neck muscles screaming, dropped my head onto the bed.

Looking up, I could see her arms had bent at the elbows and I hoped she would not collapse onto me. Her head fell forward, hair surrounding her face. Her eyes were closed, and she panted rapidly. The skin under her breasts and down her stomach glistened with sweat, and there were small trickles down the inside of her thighs from her pussy, which lay spread slightly open, glowing a fierce red. I wanted to touch her, and I wanted to touch myself too, but even now I didn't dare.

I wondered how I would extricate myself from beneath her, if she didn't move, as I lay trapped between her knees. I first I tried to slide down through her legs, but I couldn't get my arms inside. Deciding there was no alternative, I reached up, put my hand on her shoulder, and pushed against her. I hardly had any leverage, but she was surprisingly light, and unresisting. She pivoted and half rolled, half fell towards the head of the bed, head sinking onto the pillow. Her knees fell open, reminiscent of the position in which I had first seen her masturbating.

Although Jaynie's breathing had slowed now, her eyes remained closed. Seeing her clothes lying on the floor, I picked up her tshirt and shorts and lay them over her. The last thing I saw before I left her room was a soft smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

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