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Peeping Deviant
By A. de Granamour


FOREWORD

Is the superintendent of your building watching you? Maybe. If you live in Cy’s brownstone
he is.

He is because Cy is the superintendent. He does more than fix pipes and pester you for 
your back rent. He watches. And he only wants to watch at one particular time-when your 
pants are down and your sex drive is up.

Cy can’t help it, really. Some time ago he was severely disciplined by three shrew-like hags 
who wrecked his desire for heterosexual lovemaking. They wrecked, that is, his desire to take 
part in the act of the two-backed beast. No one ever wrecked his desire to watch.

Cy watched everything. He started watching some of the more bizarre movies ever made. 
Then he decided to peep in on the tenants of his building. It was easy. He was the 
superintendent, so he had the keys that unlocked every door in the building.

Why was Mrs. Jenkins, the wealthy widow, seducing her well-hung twelve-year-old 
nephew? Did she have such a wild yen for young boys? Cy would never have found the 
answer if he hadn’t been in her closet when the beautiful widow opened her legs to the boy 
and pulled his naked young body fully on top of her.

And what about that girl upstairs with the German shepherd? Or those two lovely 
stewardesses whose sexual thing came from the merciless and uncompromising treatment 
they received from their male visitors? Cy would never have imagined what bizarre sexual 
appetites the people in his building had, except that his view from the back fire escape was 
excellent. He saw it all.

But most of all, how did the bizarre orgy upstairs change Cy’s peeping habits? What 
incredible effect did the kinky threesome who lived upstairs have on Cy. What made him learn
new things at that orgy, things which he took out on the poor naked red-haired girl who lived 
across his back courtyard? Cy had peeped in on the girl many times. He had seen her beaten, 
whipped and dildoed.

Yet this girl had a strange attraction for Cy. And after so much peeping and after that wild 
night at the orgy upstairs, could anyone truly blame Cy for breaking into her window that 
night to touch her naked flesh instead of watching?


CHAPTER ONE

Cy was watching the huge Frenchman fuck the little blonde teenage girl. The Frenchman 
had a huge cock, massive in its erect state. The mere sight of it made Cy’s own cock swell up 
to full proportions.

The girl was trying to resist. And she was resisting in vain. Cy had been watching since the 
Frenchman tore off her blouse, the first piece of her clothing to go. Now she was fully naked 
on the floor beside the bed. The Frenchman had his pants down and his prick up. He was 
grabbing her from behind. The girl was screaming for help as her bare ass wiggled and drew 
his massive penis like a magnet. He was trying to fuck her anally and he was about to succeed.

And sure enough! As Cy sat in the chair of his living room watching the imported French 
movie on his home projector, he unzipped his fly as the movie screen showed a close-up shot 
of the burly Frenchman’s penis as it made contact with the screaming girl’s tiny brown back 
door. The head of the penis pushed and pressed, as the Frenchman’s shaft made its way into 
the girl’s rear hole.

She stopped screaming and started to enjoy it, as any healthy girl in a similar situation 
would. She let her ass rotate methodically as the camera showed a close-in shot of the penis 
being fully engorged up her rear.

“Ah, oui! Oui, Monsieur. Ou! Ou!” she moaned to her continental lover and backdoor man. 
Just like a woman! She had screamed and protested against the anal rape when actually it had
been exactly what she had been secretly longing for since puberty.

Cy took out his own penis. It was as hard as the Frenchman’s and every bit as long. Cy 
looked down on his organ. It was a good organ, if not a great organ. He began to stroke its 
sensitive underside as he watched the Frenchman press his groin into her ass and pump back 
and forth.

Shit, thought Cy to himself as the stroking of his own mighty cock increased in its fervor 
and intensity. Shit! Look at the Frenchman buttfuck that naked little broad.

The Frenchman’s pants were down around his knees and his shirt was still on and open. 
There hadn’t been time to take off all those minor details of clothing. As soon as the girl’s 
body was bare and accessible, the only thing that mattered was getting his cock out and up 
her asshole. Cy watched and stroked himself, his own pleasure becoming more and more 
rewarding by the moment. He was glad he’d invested a few bucks for two new films for the 
evening.

The movie showed the girl’s tits dangling as she knelt on all fours and enjoyed it from the 
doggie way of fucking. Her nipples were fully erect, and the camera had given the viewer a 
good glimpse at that. Lucky viewer! In the comfort of his own home he got to see everything. 
Cy was even in the habit of stopping the film to hold it on a particularly good frame, or 
running it in reverse, a really kinky way of watching couples uncouple. Once Cy had run a film 
which showed the seeds shooting straight out of a guy’s dork, after he had whacked himself 
off for the benefit of the camera.

Run in reverse, the view was really bizarre. It showed the spurts of come jumping up from 
the floor and magically flying back into the guy’s cock. Then the cock shrunk in size and the 
man began to rub it downward in size. That had been a fun movie. Cy had beaten off 
beautifully over that come shooting back up from the floor and into the prick. Imagine, he had
thought to himself at the time as he massaged briskly his own little snake. Imagine how good 
that must feel.

But right now Cy was watching the final frames of ‘Paris Pierre.’ And the Frenchman, Pierre 
himself, was nearing a comfortable climax up the ass of the once-unwilling naked girl. Pierre’s 
hands were tucked in under her hips, one of his fingers disappearing into the hairy mass of 
her pussy.

He’s got a finger on her clit, thought Cy as he continued to stroke his ramrod and watch 
lucky Pierre at the same time. Yeah, the finger’s jiggling around her clit!

Cy liked to watch the finger in the massive fur of the pussy. The cameraman had known 
the taste of a man like Cy and had zeroed in for a good close-up, shooting upward from the 
underside and filling Cy’s home screen with a huge, dark, throbbing bush and Pierre’s deft 
finger protruding into it and rubbing.

Right through the legs, a bit out of focus, the balls were swinging freely and wildly as 
Pierre banged her ass with his prong and groin. Then the scene switched to a front view in 
which the lucky viewer could see the teenage girl’s contorted face as the wild Frenchman gave
it to her rectum. Cy liked that shot and stopped the projector for a few seconds.

The shot allowed him to see her boobs swinging and gangling below her, not a bad view. 
Cy handily stroked his wang a few times extra hard and let the projector forge on with the rest
of the flick.

Cy’s ball juice was beginning to swish around in his nuts. Cy loved that feeling, the very 
first feeling to indicate the onset of an orgasm. He had jacked himself off several thousand 
times in his life, but he never tired of that feeling, and he never tired of jacking off either. Who
would? Watching a good fuck is even better than being involved in it.

The Frenchman was leaning over and cupping his hands over the erected nipples of the 
ecstatic teenage girl. She was screaming for him to come hard up her ass to throw her into the
most wonderful delights of orgasm.

Cy imagined how good that firm cock must feel while wedged up her ass. He thought of 
how good it must feel for Pierre, having his stick so firmly gripped by her back door entrance.

And Cy imagined how good it must feel for the nicely-built girl to have that big prick up 
her ass, pushing around and throbbing in and out. Cy had had cocks up his ass from time to 
time. He liked it. But he liked to watch fucking even more.

And so as he imagined how good it all must have felt for those two talented people who 
had actually buttfucked before the director and cameraman and the film crew, Cy’s own big 
cock was feeling pretty swell, too. It was erect to a massive proportion, and the blue veins 
which crisscrossed it were alive and bulging with their desire to come.

The Frenchman was speeding up his thrusts now and Cy gripped his nuts harder and kept 
a good pace with the Frenchman, stroking up and down in ecstatic punishment upon his dick.

Cy’s ball juice began to jump and rise up the inner duct of his penis. He closed his eyes 
almost completely, just keeping one eye open enough to watch the bare-assed Frenchman 
give the final thrusts to the girl who was being forcibly had from the rear.

The Frenchman’s body gave a quiver and a lurch and the girl wailed in the delights of 
orgasm. Both actors were attaining themselves at precisely the same moment.

Cy joined them. With a glance at the quivering bodies on the movie screen, Cy 
administered the final strokes to his cock and all of a sudden it went off. Hard! Real hard!

His prick absolutely exploded and he accompanied it with a long, low moan of satisfaction.

The juice shot out hard toward the movie screen. It didn’t hit it, of course, but the first 
spurts shot hard in that direction, landing on some picture magazines which were strewn 
across the floor of the apartment. Cy jacked off over pictures sometimes, but he liked movies 
more. Movies were the next best to the real thing of watching two actual couples fuck.

Cy kept stroking his moist cock, catching the juice in his palm as he shot it out and using it
deftly as a lubricant to stroke his enraptured penis. The juice from the prick was even better 
than any sort of jelly or artificial lubricant. The sperm juice was next best to a cunt itself.

Cy’s ejaculation ended on the tenth spurt. His cock then contracted to that very tender 
state which follows the orgasm. Cy’s chest was red, as was the contracting shaft of his wang.

Cy’s hand was gooey and sticky with the crud from his wang. He held it aloft and felt the 
come run in his hand, slowly at first, then a little faster. Cy dropped his hand and wiped the 
gooey mess on the side of his chair. The whole side of the chair was slopped up with dried 
come. No matter. No one ever visited the apartment. And besides, that side of the chair was 
usually pushed against the wall.

Cy glanced up to the film and opened his eyes again. He felt very satisfied and relieved 
having jerked himself off over the anal fuckers. But the flick had gone on to some more 
interesting things.

The actress had orgasmed while the Frenchman had shot off up her ass. Thus, her pussy 
was soaking with female froth, a situation that any knowledgeable Frenchman must take care 
of just out of proper etiquette.

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So as Cy glanced up to the screen, the Frenchman’s cock was contracted and sort of 
encrusted with come. But he was lying on his back on the floor while the teenage girl, getting 
into the mood of things, had assumed the female superior position, on Pierre’s face.

The camera zoomed in for a close-up of the girl’s moist patch of pubic fur. Her crack was 
open and her inner lips were readily exposed to the lucky viewer. The Frenchman, in prime 
position, was flicking his tongue up into her vagina and relieving her over her froth as it 
trickled out.

How civilized the French are! The camera explored the girl’s face which was the very 
essence of joy and happiness. Then it dropped down to her nipples which were proudly erect 
and quite enjoying the moment of oralism.

Then the camera followed her lovely hips and figure down to where that patch of hair 
began, her little silky triangle of fluff. At its lowermost extremity, zipping in and out and up 
and down in her crack, was Frenchie’s Frenching tongue, still hard at work.

She was loving it. So was Cy. Watching was even better than being there himself. If he 
hadn’t jacked off two minutes previously, he’d be hard at work on stroking his cock as the 
Frenchman licked. The very sight of everything turned Cy on. He’d watch anything, as long as 
it was a sex act. Little did he know that he’d soon be a lot closer to the action than movies. 
He’d be seeing the real thing, and the real thing would be reaching out and including him in 
the fun.

Cy had watched the girl getting her mouthing for no more than a few seconds. Then he 
saw his cock rustle around as if to tell him that it could actually enjoy another come.

Cy glanced back and forth between his cock and his home movie screen. He knew his cock
was just teasing him. It could get sort of rubbery and semi-erect that quickly, but it would be a
genuine, labor of love to bring himself to a climax again that soon. As much as he liked to 
watch such great movies, his cock just couldn’t manufacture more crud to shoot off for 
another few minutes at least.

So Cy sat there naked in his armchair and watched quite contentedly as the Frenchman 
jawed the ecstatic girl’s cunt. Cy figured if he just calmed down and watched for a few 
minutes, he’d be good for another jacking off fairly soon. Maybe toward the beginning of the 
second flick. Maybe.

Cy was thirty-two and lived alone in that apartment. He was on the ground floor of a 
brownstone, living in a comfortable three-room spread. He was, of course, unmarried. What 
woman would understand such great movies. Besides, what would Cy want with a woman 
hanging around the whole time?

Not that Cy didn’t like broads. He did. He liked to watch them. That is, he liked to watch 
them get fucked or spanked or eaten out or just about anything that involved arrival at an 
orgasm. Cy could climax quite easily within a cunt. He had no hangups about that.

It was just that he found it infinitely more pleasurable, satisfying and easy to watch a good 
fuck. He’d just as soon sit back and beat along, enjoying the fruits of someone else’s labor and
his own imagination.

But Cy was about to stumble into something which he’d never set to doing before 
although he’d often thought about it.

You see, Cy was the superintendent of his building. He had keys to every apartment and 
had access to the roof and fire escapes. He’d often fantasized about watching the tenants of 
the building’s twenty apartments go about their daily sex life. But he’d never bothered to try. 
Not until now. Not until the temptation presented itself in a manner that defied resistance. 
After all, the only way to eliminate temptation is to yield to it.

The buzzer buzzed at Cy’s front door. He jumped up. He turned off his film and slipped 
into a bathrobe, rubbing the residue of scum from his hand onto the robe. Then he strode 
into the next room where the front door to his apartment was.

“Who is it?” he called.

“Miss Forbes,” came the reply. It was a girl who had just moved into the building. She and 
her roommate lived on the back of the third floor. Both girls were airline stewardesses. And, 
judging from the steady stream of hot-cocked males that Cy saw coming and going from their
apartment, he figured both of the girls fucked like bunnies.

Cy opened the door. Miss Forbes was standing before him in a flaming red hot pants outfit
with high white boots which rose to just below her knees. The boots weren’t the only thing 
that rose. Cy’s prick rose when he saw her. It rose to a bulging and massive erection which 
created a little bump beneath the robe.

“I wonder if you could help my roommate and me,” said Miss Forbes. Her hair was long 
and black and her skin was as tan on her arms and face as it was on her long willowy legs. The 
tan legs in those short hot pants and those white boots was enough to make Cy ejaculate 
right there. Imagine how quickly he could jerk himself off if he were watching her being 
fucked. Cy imagined her naked body with her legs spread wide with a massive man on top of 
her pounding away with a piston action of the penis. Cy got a little harder with the thought.

“What’s the problem?” asked Cy, hoping they wanted him to help them get undressed or 
something.

“The faucet is stuck in the bathroom,” she said. “It won’t turn off. My roommate and I want
to entertain a gentleman here tonight. A running faucet is awfully embarrassing.” She stopped
and then continued, uninhibited girl that she was. “It’s almost phallic,” she said, “if you know 
what ;I mean.”

“I know,” said Cy. And he promised to come right up and fix it.

Cy changed quickly and stuffed his bulging penis into his pants. Then he grabbed a tool 
box and trudged up the stairs to the stewardesses’ apartment. He knocked.

The other girl, Miss Watkins, answered. She, too, was dressed in a hot pants outfit which 
included just the short shorts and a midriff blouse out of which her knockers were practically 
hanging.

Her outfit was yellow and her long fair legs were absolutely bare. She had bare feet. Her 
shorts were so tight that Cy could almost see the hair and crack of her cunt beneath those 
tight pants. Cy was sure she didn’t have anything on underneath. He was sure! He would have 
loved a little peek. He didn’t know yet that he was going to get a big peek! A very big peek!

He was led to the bathroom through the bedroom. The girls left him in the bathroom to 
work alone on the faucet. It was just a simple matter of adjusting a nut, the very thought of 
which made him think about the adjustment he’d like to make with his own nuts in regard to 
the two hot-panted girls.

In the bathroom mirror he saw Miss Forbes go off into the kitchen. Then Miss Watkins 
poked her head into the bathroom as Cy stalled a little in fixing the nut down below the sink.

“Mind if I close the bathroom door a bit?” she asked, sticking her legs all the way into the 
bathroom as if to show it off. “I want to change.”

“Go ahead,” he said.

He was already looking for a keyhole to look through to watch her change. But there 
wasn’t one. Bad luck! But fortune prevailed for Cy. Miss Watkins, in her yellow hot pants outfit,
only closed the door most of the way. She left it open about four inches, knowing that Cy’s 
view was blocked from where he’d be fussing with those plumbing pipes. What Miss Watkins 
had forgotten was the bathroom mirror. It was at the precise angle which enabled Cy to fuss 
with the pipe and watch her change in her little corner of the bedroom.

He took out a wrench and puttered with the pipe, not really watching what he was doing. 
He kept his eyes to the mirror.

Miss Watkins stood facing that mirror, unknowing that the super was peeping at her from 
his spot around on the other side of the bathroom door. She did what he hoped for. She 
unzipped those yellow hot pants and slid them down her long white legs. Her cunt was bare. 
Cy squinted and peeped at the mirror. He could see perfectly. Her little brown triangle was 
quite uncovered and his prick was getting quite, quite hard.

“What the fuck,” the super thought as he squinted. Miss Watkins pulled her blouse off, too,
and stood there stark naked. “What the fuck,” he said. “I might as well jack off as long as I can 
see anybody coming.”

He found a little jar of petroleum jelly beneath the sink. Just what he needed for a quickie 
jack-off. He grabbed a fingerful of jelly and unzipped his fly. He watched Miss Watkins. She 
was folding her yellow outfit and placing it on her bed. Cy could still see her hairy crotch and 
her two bouncing knockers with their little red dots on their crest.

Cy had about the fastest wrist in the city. He greased his prong and began to stroke. The 
whole situation was great and his prick obeyed. It wanted to come. What a nice view through 
that mirror.

He stroked himself hard and peeped out at her. He couldn’t believe what she was doing. 
She had her hand in her pussy and was playing with her clitoris. And she was quite bare, 
standing right there facing the mirror and not even suspecting for a moment that she was 
being observed.

She wasn’t trying to orgasm herself. She was merely playing with her clit. Most women do 
that all the time. Very few admit it, though. And very few superintendents are lucky enough to 
get to watch.

Miss Watkins sat herself on the corner of her bed and continued the love affair with her 
own magic button. Her legs were spread wide and Cy, who was blessed with phenomenal 
eyesight, could practically detect the inner lips of her pussy.

Cy was a normal man. It didn’t take him very long at all to come under such enviable 
circumstances. His ball juice shot up the shaft after only a minute or two of simultaneous 
peeping and stroking. The first spurt hit the drain pipe under the sink. The second landed on a
box of the girls’ sanitary napkins. The third landed on a tube of shampoo. The rest dribbled on
the floor.

Cy grabbed a handful of tissues and wiped it all up, including wiping the grease off his 
cock. Then he stuck his limp worm back in his pants and zipped up. That was important, the 
zipper. A lowered fly had betrayed many men of similar tastes.

Miss Watkins gave a little moan and finished up her teasing of her clitoris. Cy figured she 
was just trying to get herself good and ready for the man who was calling on the girls that 
night.

Hmmm, Cy thought as he flushed the tissue away in the john. There’s only one bedroom 
to this apartment. This is too good to pass up.

Cy quickly fixed the pipe as Miss Watkins slipped back into her yellow outfit. He watched 
her dress and nearly got stiff again when she pulled those tight yellow shorts over her little 
hairy brown triangle.

Within another minute she was as fully clad as she had been before. She opened the 
bathroom door and announced that she was through changing. Cy told her that the pipe 
would only take another minute.

Then Miss Watkins wandered to the kitchen to join Miss Forbes. As the ladies were out of 
sight, Cy followed through on his plan.

He quickly moved to the bedroom window which was on the back fire escape. He 
readjusted the window shade. The girls had it so that a man standing on the fire escape 
couldn’t see in. That would never do. Cy fixed it to the way it should be-just so that a man 
who just happened to be outside the window could see in and watch the bed. Cy 
congratulated himself on his coyness, finished the simple chore in the bathroom and 
announced to the ladies that he was finished.

They tipped him two dollars and thanked him. He took the money gladly. His rod was 
already lurching in anticipation of seeing the two of them in the buff again soon, and 
probably being fucked by a big hairy male.

Cy wandered down the stairs and back to his apartment on the first floor. He had no 
sooner pulled a beer from the refrigerator than he heard a man enter the building and walk 
up the stairs.

Cy peeped out of the hole in his door. Then he stepped outside his apartment to watch 
where the man went. Sure enough! It was a big muscular fellow and he went up to the 
stewardesses’ door where he buzzed and was let in.

A guy like that must have a ten-inch wang, thought Cy. The man had carried a suitcase up 
the stairs with him, as if he were planning to stay for more than just a few hours.

Cy’s prick was already rustling around again. There was no limit to the number of times Cy 
could whack himself off watching other people strip or fuck. And it became imperative to get 
a good seat on that fire escape and not miss any of the warm-up action.

Cy dressed in a dark sweater, dark jeans with nothing underneath and a pair of dark 
sneakers. He didn’t want to be seen in what he was about to do. He wanted to see, not be 
seen.

He grabbed the keys to the building. He wandered out through the basement exit, looking
and unlocking the rarely-used door that led to a small courtyard in the back of the 
brownstone.

From the back courtyard things were quite easy. He could just reach up and pull himself 
onto the back fire escape. His cock was hard again from looking up and seeing all those back 
windows he’d be able to peer into.

“Sure hope I catch a few people with their skirts up or their pants down,” chuckled the 
super with the bulging prick.

Quietly and calmly he climbed up the back fire escape. He stopped on the second floor to 
peep in at Mr. Ross, a middle-aged bachelor who was sitting naked in front of a television set 
watching a baseball game.

He peered in to see what Mrs. Jenkins, a middle-aged widow, was doing. She wasn’t home.
So Cy peeped into Apartment 2D, the apartment of Agnes Hatcher and Bunny Catron, two 
obvious lesbians to whom he rarely spoke.

Cy hoped to catch the dykes in the midst of their act. He hadn’t seen the inverted love 
position between women except in films. He liked to watch it, finding some definite degree of 
excitement out of two women exchanging deep oral-vaginal thrusts of the tongue.

But the dykes were on their best behavior. Agnes was out of sight and Bunny was reading 
a book. Probably some dyke novel, Cy thought. And he climbed one more flight to the 
stewardesses’ apartment. He peeped in the window. Nothing had happened yet as far as he 
could see. The bed was still empty. But the shade hadn’t been moved from the position in 
which he had left it. So Cy was all set with a view of some Grade A fucking just as soon as the 
guy got his dork out and led the girl of his choice in to the sack.

Cy heard a scream and thought he had been caught. His heart stopped and he nearly lost 
his erection as he perched on the third floor fire escape.

But no one had seen him. It was merely Julie Forbes. She was screaming about something 
in her apartment. Cy peered through the window, through the wonderful little slot he had so 
carefully prepared. What he saw both surprised and aroused him.

Cy saw Julie come running through the door to the bedroom. Her blouse was still on, but 
those hot pants of hers had been torn off. She still had those white boots.

Cy could see her entire pussy as she ran through the door. The man who had just come to 
the apartment had merely torn off her pants. Very direct guy, he!

Cy could see the little white triangle around Julie Forbe’s crotch where a tiny bikini had 
usually hid her charms. But there was no hiding them now. They were bare and hairy and were
giving Cy a throbbing prick. This is what he had longed for. His own. private live sex show. 
Julie Forbes had a lovely pussy and Cy was glad it was she who he’d get to see getting fucked.

Cy unzipped his pants and let his penis stiffen and come bursting out like a big great 
compass needle pointing north. He held it in his hand, getting it ready for the live fucking 
show.





CHAPTER TWO


But it wasn’t fucking that he was about to watch. The man who had come up the stairs with 
the suitcase came racing through the door after Julie’s bare ass. And he was stark naked and 
holding a thin riding crop in his hand. He grabbed the screaming Julie by the arm and pushed 
her onto the bed. She kicked and screamed and made a delightful fuss as her ass bobbed and 
writhed on the bed.

But the man held her on the bed, face pushing her boobs into the bedcover. He held his 
riding crop in his teeth as he tore her shirt off, but the man held her to the bed, face down, 
pushing her boobs on revealing her bare back. Cy saw that her tits must have been bare 
beneath her since she wore no bra. So he held her to that bed as she kicked and yelled and 
had nothing more on than her white leather boots.

The man held the girl to the bed with one hand while he grabbed the riding crop from his 
teeth with the other hand. Then he gave her a spanking. A good brisk spanking! She had been
a bad, bad girl and she deserved her leathery punishment.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

The man briskly applied the cruel ‘stroke of his riding crop to the girl’s wiggling buttocks. 
Cy watched with great enjoyment, stroking his loafing prick with steady unrelenting motions.

“How about that,” Cy thought. “Miss Forbes must like discipline. Who’d ever have known 
it. It’s a good thing I’m peeping so that I know these important things about the tenants.”

Julie’s beautiful rounded and white buttocks were now showing red slash marks across 
them as the marl continued to enforce his punishment with the riding crop. The leather staff 
of the crop made delightful slapping across her rump. And with each slap, Cy stroked his cock 
a little harder until he was flailing away at it with brisk brutal strokes.

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Julie yelped and moaned. “Harder!” he heard her say as he kept his eyes peeping in on her.
Julie was loving every second of it and wanted the punishment inflicted much harder upon her
backseat. She kicked and yelped in the delight of her punishment.

Then the man turned her over as Cy stared on in fascination. Cy saw her two big nippled 
mounds of plenty quiver like jelly as her body was suddenly turned. Cy could see the man’s 
cock, too. It was fully erect and sticking out from him like a long branch from a dead tree.

The man ripped his crop across her nipples twice each way with brisk slapping motions. 
Julie tried to protect her breasts and their erect nipples with her arms. But he was through 
with them and was on to greater things. He was going for her cunt with that crop.

The man merely tickled the outer lips of her vagina with the crop at first. She moved her 
legs as if to protect her most sacred area from the leathery shaft, but actually she opened her 
legs up and gave him a good target to shove something up her wet, slavering pussy.

She rotated her hips hard and in a continuous motion. “Please!” Cy heard Julie plead. 
“Please! Stick it in. Stick it in. Stick it in!”

Cy thought she meant his prick. Maybe she did, but the big cruel hairy brute had other 
ideas. He grabbed the crop in his fist and shoved it straight up her cunt. She shrieked with 
frenzy and yelped in the joy of it all.

“Holy shit!” she yelped. “Holy, holy, holy shit!”

“Fuck it!” the man growled. “Fuck your filthy female cunt!”

Cy stroked hard. He had tuned in on a bizarre and kinky and quite exciting sex show. The 
admission charge was just right, the actors were true to life and his seat on the fire escape was
actually comfortable.

The man was jiggling and rotating that riding crop up Julie’s cunt. She was gasping and 
moving herself up and down on it, loving every inch of that thin but mean, long, leather shaft.

“Oh, shit!” she yelped. “Shit it hurts!” Oh, shit, it’s beautiful! Fucking beautiful!”

Cy’s penis was bulging and just about ready to come. Then he saw the other girl crawling 
into the bedroom.

Crawling? Yes! She was in chains! Heavy chains! The male guest had stripped her 
absolutely naked and had bound her ankles and wrists in these cruel heavy black links.

Cy was transfixed by the sight of Miss Watkins. Miss Cynthia Watkins was so helpless and 
tortured and humiliated in those chains. And she was crawling into the bedroom to beg for 
mercy from the man who was inflicting such ecstatic torture on her stewardess roommate.

Suddenly Julie’s whole body lurched up and arched backwards. The man gave the riding 
crop a deft jiggle in her cunt and Julie gasped with joy and appreciation. She was orgasming 
onto the leather shaft of the crop. Her ass, badly beaten by the instrument of sexuality, was 
hurting her immensely and, as such painful things always will, enhanced her orgasm 
wonderfully. She blew her cunt all over that crop.

Then the big naked man with the erect prick yanked the crop from between the girl’s 
booted legs. He held it to her face in disgust and made her lick her pussy juice off of it.

“This crop was clean when I began!” demanded the man. “I want it clean again! Not all 
stuck up with your disgusting scum.”

Julie was humiliated. She was forced to kneel on the floor before the massive man. The 
crop was placed at his feet and he forced her to lick the crop clean without lifting it from the 
carpet. Then, as Cy’s prick was just beginning to tell him that it was about to come, the man 
turned his attention to the other beautiful girl.

Cynthia was on her hands and knees behind him passively waiting for the discipline which 
she obviously deserved. The man grabbed her by her long blond hair. Cy thought back on 
how he had watched this same enchained girl sitting naked on the edge of her bed and 
playing with her clit just a short time earlier. But now all those hot pants outfits had been torn 
off the girls. They were lying on the living room floor and this male monster with the long 
prong was dishing it out to the naked girls.

“How’s my other little sex toy?” ranted the huge brute as his stare went down to the 
enchained girl.

“Your little girl has come to you to be punished,” she said passively.

“You deserved your discipline,” he said. Cy could see his cock bulging as the man faced in 
Cy’s direction. At one point Cy thought the man looked right at him, but Cy wasn’t seen.

“Please master,” said the girl. “Will the discipline be severe?”

“You will be humiliated by ray massive penis,” said the man as he held his big phallus 
above her.

“Please,” she said. “Let it begin. I have been a bad maiden and must now make amends to 
my dearest and most beloved master.”

“You know what you must do,” said the man. And he pointed to his erection.

The girl struggled up to her knees and took his penis in her mouth. She sucked it hard as 
the man’s face bristled in joy.

Cy’s own cock was smarting now. He was just about to come. So as the girl stroked her 
wet lips on the man’s huge prong, Cy brought the ball juice surging up the inner duct within 
his own prick.

“Hard, you little cunt!” screamed the man. He held her by the hair and motioned with his 
other hand as if to belt her. “Suck it hard.”

The other girl, the beautiful dark-haired Miss Forbes, was still groveling on the floor 
behind them. Her cunt was wet, her ass was scarred and her nipples were erect. She was the 
totally passive slave of her big-pricked master.

Cynthia sucked off the man. At the same moment as he was coming, Cy’s own cock 
spurted its juice off. The first two shots actually hit the window to the girl’s apartment.

Cy watched for a few more seconds and then started to climb back downstairs. He 
carefully avoided all the other windows, although he peeped in on the dykes just to see what 
they were up to.

Not much. They were both sitting naked on their twin beds. One was fooling with her cunt 
and the other was still reading. Cy figured this would be good for some future entertainment, 
but he wasn’t interested right at the moment.

Cy returned to his own apartment and readied himself for bed. It had been a very 
satisfying evening and Cy knew that peeping in on all the neighbors and tenants would now 
be a steady part of his sexual diet.

Back upstairs the dykes were now both on the same bed and were just beginning to tease 
each other’s cunt with flicks of one another’s tongues.

And on the floor above them, the big male brute was about to stuff the two stewardesses 
into the bathtub full of ice cold water. It was a standard trick of the big sadist. As soon as the 
girls’ tortured bodies got used to the frigid water, he’d turn on the hot shower. It was a barrel 
of fun!

Later the sadist opened the window that Cy had peeped through. He saw the come which 
Cy had shot off against the glass.

The sadist looked at it curiously and almost recognized it for what it was. But he figured it 
was just pigeon shit and he went on about his business with those two passive and beautiful 
young ladies.





CHAPTER THREE


Cy had had such good fun on that fire escape that he planned to do the same thing the next 
day. Things didn’t work out quite as he planned them, however. They turned out a bit better.

Cy was curious about the sex life of Mrs. Jenkins, the widow living on the back of the 
building on the second floor. Mr. Jenkins had been mowed down by a taxicab one night, 
creating a widow out of his very attractive young wife. The deceased had had a bit of money 
and Cy had often wondered whether the missus had planned the “accident” to get hubby out 
of her life. After all, Mrs. Jenkins was rumored to have a strange appetite which included far 
more than just her husband. And also the cab that hit Mr. Jenkins had never been caught. 
There had only been witnesses who said it was a cab. The driver was never apprehended. It all 
seemed like a good excuse to peep in on Mrs. Jenkins to see what she had up her skirt.

Mrs. Jenkins wasn’t home very often during the day. She didn’t have a job or anything 
boring like that. It’s just that she was off visiting friends and social acquaintance, male and 
otherwise. She must get laid in the afternoon, thought Cy.

But just the same, he wanted to adjust her bedroom window shade so that he could see 
her bed even when the shade was down. He figured that sooner or later Mrs. Jenkins would 
want to get planked in the comfort of her own apartment. And Cy wanted a ringside seat 
when it happened.

Getting into Mrs. Jenkins’ apartment wasn’t any trouble. Cy had the keys to every door in 
the building. But what he needed was an excuse to be in the apartment in case the little lady 
returned while he was there. So Cy brought along his plumbing kit and was ready to give the 
excuse that her john had created a leak down in the basement. That would be plausible 
enough.

Cy walked up to Mrs. Jenkins’ apartment and heard no sound anywhere in the building. He
buzzed at her door and listened. There was no reply. So he knocked. And again there was no 
reply. So he took out his key and entered the apartment.

It was spacious and well-furnished, betraying the fact that Mrs. Jenkins had quite a bit of 
her hubby’s loot stashed away somewhere. But Cy wasn’t really interested in that. He wanted 
to inspect her bedroom window.

So Cy locked the entrance door behind him and wandered into the bathroom. He dragged
his plumbing tools with him and arranged them so that it looked like he was hard at work. 
Then he went to work, at the window.

He didn’t need to do much. He merely rolled down the shade and put it back up in a 
manner that made it always come down slightly crooked. Just slightly. That allowed him a 
good two inches to peep through, just the amount of room he’d need from the fire escape to 
see her bed. Just right!

Cy was about to go clean up his tools and leave when he noticed that her closet door was 
open. He decided to take a peek in.

He opened the closet wide and looked at all of her expensive clothes. She was a very 
shapely woman about his size and age. Cy took a close look at her clothes. Then his eyes hit 
on something.

Mrs. Jenkins had an absolutely exquisite pink gown with long sleeves but a very short skirt.
It was on a hanger. It was so beautiful that Cy just wanted to touch it and maybe fondle it a 
little.

So Cy lifted the hanger out and took a close look and feel of that lovely, lovely garment. It 
was pure silk. Exquisite. Cy decided to, well, to try it on. Just for fun! He’d never done anything
like that before and, he figured, he’d never do anything like that again. But just this once. Just 
this once he wanted to try on Mrs. Jenkins’ cool and soft silk dress.

Cy quickly removed all his clothes including his underwear. He dropped them on the floor 
by the closet and slipped into the dress. It felt wonderful and gave him an erection.

He wanted to see himself in the mirror. That dress was so wonderful and cool and 
comfortable that he almost wished he were a woman so that he could wear garments like that
all the time.

He stood before the bathroom mirror. He felt a little embarrassed. After all, he still had the
face of a man but was standing in the mirror in a dress. So he got an idea.

There was no reason to only dress halfway. If he were going to wear the dress just this 
once, he might as well dress up completely.

He quickly went back to the closet. He saw a pair of shoes and tried them on. They fit. Even
with the high heels, they fit him and he was able to walk on them. No, what he needed was a 
wig.

He looked through the closet and found no wigs. But when he prowled through her 
dresser he found a whole assortment of them. He decided to be a blonde. He slipped the wig 
on and went back to the bathroom mirror. He stood in it.

I look pretty good, he thought. All I need is a little makeup.

He found some lipsticks and some powder easily and put it on while standing in front of 
the mirror. Then he stepped back. Damn it if I’m not quite pretty, he thought. I ought to go 
out like this and see if I can get picked up by some guys.

Cy thought about this quite seriously. He decided against it, though, because he figured 
that when the guys discovered that he was merely in drag and they found his penis instead of 
a cunt between his legs, well, they’d really beat up on him probably.

He was a little disappointed as he studied himself in the mirror and admired his figure. He 
really wanted to get laid. He wished he had a little cunt for some fellow to drive a penis into. 
Maybe he’d go downstairs quickly with the dress on and sit down on one of the rubber 
penis-style dildoes that he kept under his bed. That might be fun. Besides, no one was around 
the building during the day so the chances were that he’d never get caught.

Still, going out of that apartment in her clothes was risky. So he decided to stay there with 
it. The best he could do would be to beat off while wearing the dress.

He looked for a lubricant in her bathroom drawers. He found some jelly and was about to 
sit down on the john and whack himself off beneath the cool silk of the dress, when he heard 
a noise in the hall outside the apartment.

Then he heard a key in the door.

“Motherfucker!” he said to himself in horror. He was caught. There was no way he’d be 
able to get that dress and that makeup off before she was in the apartment.

Cy grabbed his plumbing tools from the bathroom. He dashed toward the closet and 
grabbed his real clothes. He heard the door open to the living room. He looked to the fire 
escape and thought of trying-to get out that window. But, before he dashed to it, he saw that 
the window was locked with an anti-burglar device that would require the proper key to 
unlock. And that was one key that he didn’t have.

So there was really nothing else for Cy to do. He quickly looked around him to make sure 
that he’d left no signs of his presence and he ducked into the closet, quietly closing the door 
behind him. It was a deep closet and he’d be able to hide there indefinitely as long as Mrs. 
Jenkins didn’t probe too deeply through her back hangers of clothes.

“Just come with me, young fellow,” she heard the widow say. Unusual. Or was it? Mrs. 
Jenkins was with someone. Cy kept perfectly still in that closet and waited to see what would 
happen.

Cy heard them come into the bedroom. “I guess you don’t know why I brought you up 
here,” she said. “Do you, young man?”

“No,” came the answer. The second voice was strange. It seemed, well, yes, it seemed like 
the voice of a young boy, maybe a boy of twelve or thirteen.

“I brought you up here because you’re my favorite nephew,” Mrs. Jenkins said to her 
companion. “Aren’t I your favorite aunt?”

“Oh, yes,” said the voice, which was now obviously a boy’s. “Yes, Auntie Kate. You’re my 
favorite aunt of all.”

This was too much for Cy. It was bad enough being trapped in her closet in full drag. He 
wanted to see what was going on out there. His mind was beginning to suggest some strange
things. And he wanted to make sure. Really, would a woman like Mrs. Jenkins bring her 
nephew up to her bedroom to seduce him? Of course not. Or would she?

Cy removed his wig and leaned forward in the closet. He pushed the door open a crack 
and his worst suspicions began to be confirmed. Cy was no longer concerned with getting 
caught. He wanted to see, see, see. This was going to be really kinky if what looked like was 
going to happen was really going to happen. There would be no way that Cy could watch 
something like this and not ejaculate into that soft silky dress.

Cy peeped out. Mrs. Jenkins was sitting on her bed. Her skirt was way up on her thighs, 
just barely covering her pussy as she sat there. There was a handsome young boy standing 
right next to her. The boy was very nervous and was looking at his aunt in a very confused 
way. The boy was about twelve years old. He seemed to think he knew what was happening. 
And he was right.

“You don’t have to call me Auntie Kate,” the woman said to the boy. “You’re a man now. 
You can call me Kathy. That’s what all my gentlemen friends call me.”

And she put her arm around him and drew him closer.

“Do you like the looks of my legs?” she asked the twelve-year-old.

“They’re very pretty,” said the boy a bit nervously. His aunt stretched out her long legs for 
him and let her shoes drop.

“Maybe if I take off my stockings you’ll be able to see them even better. Then you’ll be 
able to touch them. The skin is very soft, you know. Soft and warm. Any older man would give 
almost anything to be able to fondle nice legs like these, perhaps as a prelude to removing all 
my clothes and loving my body.”

The boy looked even more nervous as Cy watched him intently. Cy’s prick was swelling to 
a massive length. He put his hand on it and softly rubbed it through the fine silk texture of the
soft short dress.

“Have you learned to play with your little peter yet?” the woman asked her nephew.

The boy blushed and was silent.

“Please, Auntie,” he said.

“Are you embarrassed?” she asked.

He nodded.

“You shouldn’t be,” she said as Cy watched through the closet door. “Your peter is the 
nicest part of your body. It will make a lot of people happy during your lifetime, including 
yourself.”

The boy was still silent.

“Now,” she said as she took off her stockings and flashed the green panties beneath her 
skirt at the boy. ‘Tell your favorite aunt honestly, do you play with your peter?”

The boy nodded.

“Often?” she asked.

“Almost every day,” he said shyly. Cy was still stroking his erection through the silky dress.

“Well,” she said with delight. “If you play with it every day, you’re old enough to use it like 
a man. You haven’t used it on any little girls, yet, have you?” she asked.

“Well,” he said, “not really.”

“What does not really mean?” she asked, placing her arm around him a little more 
securely.

“I showed it to a girl in my class,” he said. “She asked to see it and she showed me her little
crack in return.”

“You mean her cunt?” asked Mrs. Jenkins.

The boy nodded.

“Did she have any hairs on her cunt?” she asked, becoming quite serious about sex in the 
seventh grade room.

“She had a couple of hairs on it,” the boy said. “But not very many.”

“Well,” she said. “Mine is full of hairs because mine is full-grown and desirable. Like they all
should be. The little one that your girlfriend has isn’t quite ripe yet. It’s no good to anyone 
yet.”

The boy nodded. He was a little more at ease because his Auntie was being very kind to 
him.

“Do you have hairs on your little wang?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said. “A lot.”

“I think you ought to show me your penis,” she said, her hand going for the boy’s belt. “If 
you show me your penis I’ll teach you all about how to satisfy a woman.”

The boy held still and she unbuckled his belt. Then she unbuttoned his pants and 
unzipped his fly. She told him to remove his shirt, too. He obeyed.

He stepped out of his pants and threw his shorts on the floor. All he had left was his little 
white briefs.

“Now I’m going to pull down your briefs to examine your penis,” she said. “It’s important 
that I see it.”

He held still and she pulled his briefs all the way down the floor. He stepped out of them. 
Cy watched carefully. The boy did indeed have a hairy little crotch already. And his pecker was 
erecting quickly in the excitement of his Aunt’s kindness.

“My, my,” she said as she admired his stiff prong. “What have we here? It’s a peter. A nice, 
big, peter. Erect.”

“Does it look okay?” he asked. “Okay?” she repeated. “It’s very nice. You’re a very lucky boy
to have a pecker like that. Can I touch it?”

“Okay,” he said.

She took it in her hands and leaned forward. She kissed it on the tip. She licked the little 
orifice where his come had placed a few little advanced droplets.

“Oh,” he said as she took the entire penis into her mouth. “Oh, shit! That’s nice.” He was 
beginning to get into the swing of things now. And Cy’s peter was rigid in its own excitement.

“I think it’s time for my Billy to learn how to be a man,” she asked. “Have you ever seen a 
naked woman?”

“No,” he said.

“Would you like to see your aunt naked?”

“I think so,” he said.

Cy watched closely. She had the boy unzip the back of her dress. Then she stood up and 
the dress fell down her body and to the floor. She stood there in bra and very brief green 
panties.

Cy gnashed his teeth together. This was better than movies or magazines. He was going to
have a massive climax. But not quite yet.

She unsnapped her bra in the back and pulled it off. Cy could see that the boy’s prong was
rock hard now. He wondered how long the boy was going to be able to hold an erection 
without coming.

Then she pulled down her panties and revealed her pussy to the boy. He looked at it as if 
he were very embarrassed at first.

“Your auntie is going to show you how to make love to a grown woman,” she said. And 
she took a step backward and lay down on the bed. She had her legs folded and apart so that 
her knees were in the air. She took the boy’s hand and pulled him onto the bed, too. He was 
as clumsy as his penis was hard. But he followed her lead.

“There’s one thing you must learn before you learn how to screw,” she said. “You must 
learn how to muff dive.”

“What’s muff diving?” he asked.

“Muff diving is very simple,” she said. “It’s like licking a nice ice cream cone. You put your 
tongue between the two lips of my pussy and you do with it whatever you want. You flick it all 
around, back and forth, up and down. And up near the top of the cunt you’ll find a little 
button. You must flick your tongue all around this spot. That way the whole crevice will be 
warm and wet by the time you want to put your penis in.”

The boy looked down at her pussy as Cy watched them. He was very unsure of what he 
was doing. He looked as if he didn’t want to lick his aunt.

“Go ahead now,” she said. And she reached up to the boy’s head. He resisted a trifle so she
used both hands. She pulled his head down to her pussy and spread her legs wide. Then she 
released her hands and his head remained exactly in place as Cy watched and stroked his 
penis harder.

“Oh,” she said slowly. “You know just how to do that,” she said.

The boy lay face down on the bed with his head between her legs. His tongue, obscured 
from Cy’s view by her upper leg, was deep into her cunt, driving and twisting as far back as he 
could shove it.

Cy watched him licking her out for a minute or two. Then Mrs. Jenkins spoke again.

“It’s time for you to put your penis in there,” she said. “Let me see it.”

She looked down at his peter and it was as big and swollen as it had been before. She 
pulled the boy up on top of her. He fumbled around a little so she reached down and grabbed
his dork.

“Just push,” she said. She held it right at the entrance to her cunt and he pushed.

“Ooooooh,” she moaned. “Very goood!” she sighed. “Now I know why you’ve always been 
my favorite nephew.”

The boy’s rod had slipped right into her. His cock had been rock hard and his licking of her
cunt had prepared her pussy well. Her vagina was soaking by the time she put the cock at the 
entrance to her furrow. It slid in easy. It gave her the greatest pleasure to have the penis of her
nephew inside her.

She arched her back and began to rotate her hips. He rode on top of her like a green 
cowboy riding a rodeo horse. He mounted her firmly, as if afraid of falling off or slipping out.

“Pump your ass,” she said. “And hold your come as long as you can.”

He stroked her and she continued to rotate those throbbing hips. She wrapped her 
thirty-five year-old legs around the twelve year-old boy’s waist and let him press his groin 
hard into her.

“Oh, auntie,” he moaned. “It feels so good.”

“Now you know how to fuck,” she said, gasping as she spoke. “Shit, your cock feels good!”

“Auntie’s hole is so warm and snug,” he moaned.

“Pump,” she said. And the boy pumped in long slow strokes, as if to try to avoid having an 
orgasm.

Mrs. Jenkins wrapped her arms around the youth, too. She had him totally clutched into 
her warm flesh. All that moved of him was his bare little ass resolutely pistoning her cunt.

Cy couldn’t hold it any longer. He felt the juice trying to climb up the inside shaft of his 
cock. He stroked it hard and sent the sperm gushing and shooting upward. He was so excited 
that he stopped being conscious of what he was wearing.

The sperm shot off hard and came against the side of her silky dress. But Cy kept stroking. 
His hands caught the come as it shot up his prick and he used it to lubricate his cock with the 
final strokes of orgasm. Then with his whole hand filled with come, he caught the final two 
spurts from his reddened dick. He rubbed it against the first cloth his hands touched, a two 
hundred dollar blue evening gown hanging in the closet. Cy figured she’d never figure out 
where all the come came from.

All during his come he never took his gaze off the couple on the bed. And while he was 
coming, the boy, Billy, was rapidly nearing his first official conquest of manhood.

“You’re peter is very big, Billy,” gasped the woman who clutched the boy’s soft body so 
firmly. “Do you feel as if you’ll come.”

“I’m-I’m trying not to,” he said. “I’m trying not to come yet.”

“Go fast and you can come!” she gasped. “Go fast now!”

“Yes, auntie,” the boy sighed. And he went as fast as he could, stroking hard in and out of 
her captive and cock-wise cunt.

“Oooooohh, yes,” she moaned. “You’re going to orgasm me! Now! Come! Come! Now!” 
she was yelping. Her whole body was frenzied with an orgasm from the boy’s virgin peter. 
“SHIT! COME!” she roared in ecstasy.

“I-I-I’m-I’M COMING!” he answered in a voice that quivered so much that he could hardly 
speak. And he pressed his cock into her hard and let the ball juice shoot hard out!

“Oooooh!” she moaned hard as the hot seeds of virgin came shooting out of his extended 
dick and into the deep recesses of her cunt.

He pumped away and pressed again and his dick felt tremendous and he dropped his 
load. He shot out everything he had in him, quite a bit since he hadn’t beaten off that day.

Then she let him slide off her and he lay in her arms beside her.

“Thank you for teaching me that,” he said at length.

“You’re a very good boy,” she said. “I think I’m going to have you do that again. And 
maybe we’ll learn some other things, too.”

“I think I’d like that,” he said. “I think I’ve learned a lot.”

“You have a very good penis,” she said. “A very, very good one.”

“Did it feel good when I had it in your-your-?”

“In my cunt?” she asked, supplying her loving nephew with the proper word.

“Yes, in your cunt,” he said.

She leaned over and gave her young lover a big sloppy kiss on the lips. She noticed that 
she was even going to have to teach him how to kiss with some soul. But for now the big 
sloppy lip kiss would do.

“You felt extraordinary in my cunt,” she said. “I fuck with a great number of young men of 
your age,” she added. “But you have the best penis of all of them.”

“Really?” he asked, genuinely honored. “Indeed,” she said as Cy shifted his weight in the 
closet and felt his prick contract beneath the sheer silk of the dress she wore. “I wouldn’t tell 
you that you gave me a great fuck if you didn’t. You’re going to make a great many cunt 
happy with your penis before it shrivels up with age.”

Then Mrs. Jenkins decided to show the boy a few of the incidental things he’d need to 
know. She licked his balls clean since they were sticky and matted with scum from their fuck. 
Then she showed him how to eat out, a task he excelled at since he had already been a proven
student of muff diving.

Then, after he licked and ate her out, she decided that the little nephew was just too good 
to let go so quickly. “Why don’t we call your mother and tell her that you won’t be home for 
dinner,” Mrs. Jenkins said.

“Okay,” said the boy with a smile. The kid was getting worldlier by the second.

So Mrs. Jenkins phoned her sister, Billy’s mother and gave her a cock and bullshit story 
about how they were moving furniture in her apartment and she needed Billy to do some 
work for her. Billy’s mommy swallowed the bait and Mrs. Jenkins wandered back to the bed 
with a few little droplets of scum still dangling from the pussy hairs between her legs.

“Your mother says its perfectly all right if you stay and learn more,” said Mrs. Jenkins with a
smile. Billy laughed and Mrs. Jenkins sat down on the bed again.

She lowered her head and went down to Billy’s flaccid penis again. In order to use it she’d 
have to make it erect again. And that wouldn’t be too difficult a task for a woman like Mrs. 
Jenkins. She’d been making pricks erect for the last two decades.

So Mrs. Jenkins took Billy’s prong in her mouth and sucked and puffed on it. Cy saw it get 
erect immediately. Cy was getting a little nervous about all this time being shut up in the 
closet. But when he saw Billy’s erect rod again with its head emerged in Mrs. Jenkins’s mouth, 
Cy’s own cock began to stir again.

Could he beat off again that quickly? Sure. Why not.

So Cy watched Mrs. Jenkins make Billy’s dork get erect again. Then the merry widow 
assumed a straddling position on Billy’s rod.

“This is a different way of accomplishing the same thing,” she announced as she straddled 
him and had her pussy a few inches above his cock.

Billy arched his back and tried to send his cock up her slot. His prong was like a needle 
going to a big hairy magnet. But Mrs. Jenkins wiggled her cunt and didn’t let the kid in yet. 
The boy was starting to enjoy this a little too much.

Cy was still amazed by this whole deal. His cock was erect and he was stroking it away. The
cock was almost sore from all this jacking off, but when he gazed at the woman about to sit 
her cunt down on her nephew’s prong, his own prick kept up a good stiffness. It would take a 
darned good show and some talented stroking, but Cy was sure that he could come again. 
And why not? There was nothing else to do in that closet. And that dress he was wearing was 
still pretty comfy.

Mrs. Jenkins slowly glided her cunt down on that big dick and engorged Billy’s erection in 
her.

“The nice thing about this position,” she announced is that you can fondle my knockers as 
you fuck me.”

The boy took the hint readily enough. He reached up and took each of her tits with a hand
and pushed on them and tormented her two tits. She moaned and loved it. Her little nephew 
lover was pretty well hung for a twelve-year-old and he wasn’t doing badly on technique, 
either.

Then she began the steady up and down motion of her bottom, gliding her cunt up and 
down on the boy’s wang.

Billy’s stick was aching now. He hadn’t quite shot off all the seeds he had with his first 
come and his prick was sore from anticipation of the second. He felt, correctly, that everything
would be much better if he could just ejaculate.

So as his loving aunt glided her cunt back and forth on his rod, Billy began to give it a little
motion, too. Their groins thus lurched and pressed, grinding into each other, coming apart, 
and then ripping back down and clamping together again. This all made for some pretty 
dandy viewing from the closet, what with the woman and her boy lover caught beneath her 
female superior squat.

It didn’t take long for any of the three of them to attain orgasm. Cy made it first, spurting 
off in the closet and further wrecking her dress. His orgasm was brought on by stroking his 
cock’s under shaft vein hard while Billy for the first time leaned up and clamped his hungry 
little-boy mouth on auntie’s left nipple. That was enough to set off Cy’s prick.

It was also enough to set off auntie’s cunt. The feel of her nephew’s teeth and tongue 
chomping into her left tit was just too much for a woman of her volatile age. So she 
orgasmed, throbbing her cunt down hard on her nephew’s pulsating prick.

Billy himself, a pretty capable fucker already, waited till last. He stopped pumping when 
auntie acted. like she’d just blown. He had read in some book that women can have two if the 
guy holds off for a second or two and then blasts away unexpectedly.

So Billy held his erection and counted to fifty, his eyes gleaming in anticipation of 
throwing a mean curve to his aunt.

“What’s the matter?” she asked when she felt him still hard. “Didn’t you come?”

Fifty! He said nothing but began to bang away again.

“Oh, fuck!” she moaned. She leaned forward like a jockey on a horse’s back and rode his 
instrument for all she was worth.

“Oh, what a little fucker!” she screamed. And she was loving it. He pounded his stem up 
and into her. She knew what he had done, but she was beside herself in joy over it. She knew 
that his big, young ding-dong was groping to the length it only would reach before a huge 
climax.

So she jammed herself down on it and let herself be brought to orgasm a second time as 
Cy watched in amazement. Meanwhile, just as her second blast began deep in her pelvis, her 
nephew let his cock go and his penis shot off an I absolutely massive charge of hot seeds 
straight up into her cunt.

“Ooooooh,” she moaned as she felt the hot juice spurt up her sensitive vaginal walls. “Oh, 
yes, my little love.”

And she glided her cunt up and down in an easy motion which greedily rubbed his prick 
and sucked up all his spurting young sap.

Billy didn’t speak until it was over and she had dismounted. She took him in her arms 
again and kissed him on the lips. They lay there for a few minutes in silence until she went to 
his nuts again and licked them clean.

“I guess you want me to eat you again, huh?” he asked as she licked off his nuts.

“Sure,” she said. Why not, if he volunteered like man? Cy watched again as the boy stuck 
his head between the loving widow’s legs and ate out everything he had helped to put in 
there.

Fortunately for Cy, who was getting a little claustrophobic in that clothes closet, the couple
didn’t fuck again. And fortunately, too, as if often the case with underage lovers, Billy had to 
be driven home by his older admirer.

So when they washed and dressed and left an hour later, Cy had just the time he needed 
to get that dress off, redress in his own clothes, wash off all of her make up and leave that 
apartment exactly the way he had found it.

Exactly? Not quite. The dress he had worn was pretty well shot through with come stains. 
So was the one he had wiped his scummy hands on. So he took the dresses with him, stuffing 
them into the tool chest he had brought up with him.

Then, with all his tracks covered, he left the apartment. He was secure in his knowledge 
that he had even left that window shade the way he had wanted it. For future shows in that 
same apartment, he’d have to sit a little farther away. But then again the chances of getting 
caught wouldn’t be as great either.

Cy didn’t know what to do with those two expensive gowns. He considered having them 
cleaned and then returning them to Mrs. Jenkins’ closet some other time when she was out. 
But that was risky. He could run into trouble at the laundry or he could get caught trying to 
return them. Besides, come stains are among the hardest stains to remove. He knew that for a 
fact. He had wrecked two suits that way by beating off at inopportune times.

So he did the safest thing. He stuffed them both in a paper container and took them out 
to the incinerator at the back of the building. He stuffed them into the fire and watched them 
burn.

Too bad for Mrs. Jenkins, but a little mystery in her life wouldn’t hurt her. In fact, it would 
serve her right for immorally seducing a little boy like that. Cy laughed at the thought.

Cy looked up the back fire escape and wondered whether to go peeping again later that 
night around bed time. He decided not to, since his dork was quite satisfied with the day’s 
work.

He turned and looked at the other buildings, the backs of which formed a little courtyard 
shared by his building. There was even a little alley across from his very own window. As Cy 
was walking back to his own apartment with the dress safely ablaze in the incinerator, he 
noticed something about that alley which he’d never seen before.

Right across from his bathroom window, on which he always had the shade down, was 
another window, the window to a bedroom. Cy wandered back to his own bathroom to see 
what he could see.

He raised the bathroom shade and stared across the alley, looking out of that window of 
his for the first time since he’d lived in that apartment.

“Shit,” he thought as he gazed into that other apartment. “I should have discovered this 
long ago.”

The bedroom across the alley belonged to a girl who always left her shade up. As Cy gazed
out of his bedroom with the lights off, he could see her undressing. When he saw her full and 
uncovered cunt, he got another erection.

“Shit,” he thought as he began to stroke his cock. “It’s so red it hurts.”

True. His cock hurt from all the stroking for the day. So instead of masturbating he merely 
stood there and watched the girl frolic in the nude. She was quite attractive with red hair both 
on her head and her pussy. Cy had a warm glow within him just in being able to watch her.

After a few minutes he became sleepy and decided to chuck it for the evening and go to 
bed. It had been an interesting day. So he made a mental note to tune in again on the 
redhead the next night and he retired. Had he waited another five minutes he would have 
seen her lie down on her bed and dildo herself. And, of course, that was nothing compared to 
what he’d soon see going on in the other apartments in the redhead’s building. See and 
participate in!





CHAPTER FOUR


Cy spent the next three nights watching the red-haired girl across the alleyway. It was quite 
convenient. Cy could sit on the john in his own bathroom with the lights off and watch her 
undress.

She had very regular habits. She’d undress at about eleven o’clock and do some exercises. 
Then, at about twenty minutes after eleven, she’d take a vibrator from her dresser’s bottom 
drawer, lie down on the bed and dildo herself with it. Then, at about eleven thirty, she’d be 
through with the dildo and turn out the lights to go to sleep.

Cy appreciated her punctuality. It meant that he could plan to peep into another 
apartment and be back by eleven in order to watch the red-pussied girl for action.

On the second night which he watched her dildo herself while he jacked himself off, he 
was struck with a bizarre thought. Why did the girl across the alleyway and he both have to 
masturbate at the same time? In other words, wouldn’t it be more rewarding for each of them 
if they got together and fucked each other for the same amount of time each night. Not every
night. Maybe just two or three times a week as a change of pace from self abuse.

But nothing in life is that simple. There was no actual polite way for Cy to introduce 
himself and put the proposition to the girl. He knew she’d react against the idea instinctively, 
even though it made sense. The girl would fear whatever emotional involvement fucking a real
penis entails. People have these crazy hang ups. Dildoes are safe to fuck because there’s no 
emotional involvement.

There was another problem, too. Cy enjoyed watching more than he enjoyed participating.
He didn’t quite understand why this was, but he figured it stemmed back to the last women 
he had fucked. They had been a trio of shrew-like harpies who were always pressuring him to 
stay hard for a half hour or more. There had been too much pressure involved in actual 
fucking for Cy. So he retired from sex and used it only as a combined indulgence and 
spectator sport. And that’s another reason why he didn’t try to lure the red-haired girl into 
using him as a substitute dildo.

So Cy and the red-haired girl whacked themselves off simultaneously for the next three 
nights. After the first night, Cy was using a pair of binoculars to get a genuinely good view of 
his private show. The binoculars were quite powerful and, although it was barely fifty feet 
across the alley in distance, they provided exactly the type of close up Cy wanted.

It was as if Cy were in the same room with the girl as she climaxed herself with the vibrator.

On the fourth night, Cy went into the bathroom at eleven o’clock on the dot. He had a jar 
of petroleum jelly with him and he was set for an evening, or at least a half hour, of fun while 
seated on the john with his binoculars.

The red-haired girl was late. Cy waited ten minutes while sitting naked on the seat of the 
john. Then he saw her. And she wasn’t alone.

“Maybe I can watch her get fucked tonight instead,” he thought. But no dice. She was with 
two other people, both men. They pulled at her clothes and one of them pulled down the 
window shade.

Cy was pissed. That was no fair, pulling the shade down. She lived in that building, not her 
guests. Didn’t they have any respect for people’s rights?

There was only one thing for Cy to do. He had to go across the alley and see if he could 
peep through that shade some way. After all, it was between eleven and eleven thirty. That 
was the time that he had reserved her for the evening.

Cy dressed quickly and hurried quietly across the back alley just off the courtyard between 
the buildings. He tiptoed through the shadows and came to the redhead’s window.

“Ooooh,” he heard her moaning behind that screen. “Ooooh, yes.”

“Suck my dick!” he heard a male voice say.

“Nooo,” she moaned, “please. Don’t make me suck it.”

Slap! Cy didn’t like hearing that slapping sound. He felt that this was his private girlfriend. 
He didn’t want that pretty body of hers getting marked up.

Slap! “Ow!” she moaned. Slap! Slap! Slap!

The girl was in pain quite obviously. But Cy’s cock was absolutely bulging.

Slap! Slap!

“Oooow!” she moaned. “Ooow! Shit! Don’t slap my breasts again! Please! Not my tits!”

“Then suck!” said one of the men again.

“All right!” she gasped. “I’ll suck it. Just don’t hit me again!”

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“I’ll hit you whenever I fucking feel like it,” the man said. She squealed as if he had twisted 
her arm or poked her in the cunt. “And don’t you forget it!”

Then there was silence and the man gave a long, low contented groan. Cy was sure she 
was being forced to suck him. Cy’s prick was rock hard, but he was too angry to whack it off.

Angry? Well, yes. He didn’t like the idea of his private girl being forced to do anything 
against her will.

Cy nearly thought of hoisting himself up over that window to pull a daring rescue. But he 
thought better of it. After all, there were two men to the one of him. And they could have 
been armed.

“You’ll blow me when you’re through sucking his cock,” beefed another voice.

“No,” she whined. “Please don’t make me-!” Slap! came the response. Slap! Slap! Slap! 
Slap! Slap!

“Now are you gonna shut up and suck?” roared one of the men.

“I will,” Cy heard her whine. And then there was silence again. “That’s good,” Cy heard a 
man say. “Real good you little cunt!”

The overwhelming temptation to Cy was to bolt through that window, snatch the girl away
and take her to his apartment to save her from this miserable fate.

And then what would he do with her. Did he want her to have sex with him? He didn’t 
know. Maybe sometime later on. For the time being, however, it would be sufficient if she’d 
just stripped for him and let him beat off over her. That would do quite nicely.

But Cy wasn’t quite up to breaking into the apartment. The final thought that convinced 
him not to was the idea that she might actually be enjoying this. It would be the ultimate 
castration if the girl he broke in to save grabbed him, kneed him in the nuts and tossed him 
out the window. What a ball bust that would be! And a woman is just crazy enough to do 
something like that.

So Cy listened to sucking and moaning sounds for a few minutes and then decided to 
move on his way. He had another French film to watch and at least he could make himself 
cream a few times over that.

But Cy was dissatisfied. He didn’t want to cream over a foreign film. His heart and prick 
had been set on a live strip and dildo show. Nothing else would really do. So he began to look
around for other windows.

He looked up his own building. He looked to Mrs. Jenkins’ window, wondering if she were 
entertaining her nephew Billy again that evening. There was no light on.

He looked at the dykes’ window and saw the shade completely drawn. Since he hadn’t 
been able to get up there to adjust their shade, he figured it wasn’t worth the climb. He 
probably wouldn’t be able to see anything.

And that was it. All the other windows showed no lights. And no lights meant no show.

“I guess it’s the fucking movies again,” Cy thought dejectedly. His wang was hurting and 
he would have liked to come fairly soon. He turned and took another look at the blocked 
window. “How unfair,” he thought. “She’s sucking a guy off on the other side of that window 
and I can’t even get a single peek.”

No peek, but an idea! In looking back to that building, Cy noticed several other lights on 
above her. And there was a back fire escape on that building too. Could he reach it? He’d try.

Cy tiptoed back through the shadows. He reached up to the fire escape and found it just a 
few inches out of his grasp. Then he looked around. He saw two cinderblocks and grabbed 
them.

He piled the cinderblocks one on top of the other and stepped up on them. At first he 
thought he was going to topple over and land in a pile of garbage cans and have every 
damned person in all those buildings looking out at him. That would put an end to his 
peeping career, at least in that neighborhood.

But the bricks didn’t topple over and Cy grabbed onto the bottom rung of the fire escape. 
With a manly effort he pulled himself up. He must have known that there’d be a good show a 
few flights up.

Cautiously Cy climbed the fire escape, passing by the first window carefully and quietly. 
He’d have no excuse to be caught in this building’s fire escape. But he wanted so much to 
catch somebody at sex. Really! He needed it.

Cy peeked into the first apartment. Nothing much doing there. He only saw a man sitting 
on a sofa puffing away at a cigar. Cy hoped the man would do something exciting, like take 
out his wang and stroke it. But nope. He was a conservative old bastard and wasn’t up for any 
entertainment.

So Cy deftly stepped by this window and peeped in the next.

He saw a man and a woman sitting in their living room. One was sitting in a chair, the 
other, the woman, was fixing some papers at a desk.

“Come on,” thought Cy. “Screw. Right there on the floor. Screw!”

But they didn’t. Typical married couple. More interested in farting around than in having 
some real fun. Cy watched them for a few minutes hoping they’d make a move for the 
bedroom. But they didn’t. And he got bored. So he climbed up to the next flight.

He peeped in the first window and saw a girl undressing. Things were improving. She had 
her back to him, but he could see the front view in her mirror.

She pulled up a sweater and lifted it off over her head. Her boobs were bare beneath the 
sweater and dangled with a nice youthful bounce. Her nipples were red and appeared like 
they might be hard. Cy was getting an erection. A little peek at her cunt and he might be able 
to beat off in a couple of minutes.

She let her short blue skirt unzip and dropped it to the floor. She stepped out of it and 
revealed only a pair of short little red briefs underneath. In the mirror Cy could see the front 
view. The briefs were so scant that he could see the little patch of pussy hair beneath her 
panties. Very nice!

Cy took his prick out of his quickly unzipped fly and began to stroke it. Then the girl gave 
a little wiggle of her ass and slid the panties down her long willowy white legs.

The panties caught on her foot and she kicked them away with a perfect shot which 
hooked them on the bedpost.

“I’d like to see her sit her cunt down on that bedpost,” thought Cy as he looked at the long
thick post.

The girl’s ass gave a wiggle again and her buttocks lurched as she suddenly wandered out 
of Cy’s sight. Into the bathroom she went. She turned a shower on, stepped into it and pulled 
the curtain shut as the disappointed Cy craned his neck to get a last glance at her cunt.

He was pissed. He was just getting a stiff up when she disappeared into that shower. His 
erection softened and soon Cy had nothing but a limp little stick in his hands.

He waited patiently for his cock to harden again. But nothing came up. He gazed at that 
shower and she remained in it. He couldn’t get his cock hard. He was getting worried. First his 
red-haired friend had run away from him. Now, just when he got a girl undressing, she ran out
on him, too. How was he to come when fate treated him so cruelly?

Cy waited and watched the shower. She scrubbed her firm little body with brisk motions 
and with lots of sudsy hot water. Then she turned the water off. Cy was ready for a good view. 
He always liked to look at wet female bodies, particularly the soaking wet pussy hair.

But she screwed him again. She stepped out of the shower and immediately wrapped a 
bathrobe around her. What a pisser. Cy’s prick got sort of rubbery, but in no way gained the 
firmness and rock solidness he’d need for a good erection.

She dried herself out of his sight. Then she slipped into a nightgown in the bathroom 
while around the corner and out of his view. Then she wandered into her bedroom as Cy 
gazed on and slipped into bed. Out went the light.

Cy pulled his head back from the window. It was easy for her to see out while her room 
lights were off.

“Fuck,” thought Cy. “No show here either. I’ll try one more window. If I get shut out there 
I’ll go run the movie, have some beer, and jerk off.”

Cy quickly stepped to the other side of the girl’s window. He climbed up the next flight of 
the fire escape to the sole window in which a light remained. He peeped in.

Cy saw a girl in underpanties and bare breasts. She was sitting on the floor playing with a 
large dog, a German Shepherd. She had some sort of rubber bone-type toy she was showing 
to the dog. The dog snapped at it and tugged on it, wagging his big hairy tail as he played 
with his toy and his half clad mistress.

Cy could see the girl’s tits. They were young and uplifted and with tight little red knots on 
their tips. They were good enough to give Cy’s prick a good quick erection.

The window was partially open so that Cy could not only see, but he could hear. He could 
hear her talk to the only other one in the apartment, the doggie.

“That’s the boy, Delbert. You tug on your toy and you’ll get your reward,” she said.

The big mastiff tugged firmly on the rubber toy and wagged his tail as he frolicked and 
played with his mistress. Then she grabbed the dog around the neck and gave the beast a big 
loving hug. Cy’s prick was rock hard now. He fantasized about what the girl might do with the 
dog. Little did he suspect that reality and fantasy were soon to merge.

“You’ve been a good boy, Delbert,” she said. “Now for a good doggie’s reward.”

She got up and walked into her kitchen as the dog followed her closely. The dog looked 
up to her as its long raspy tongue hung out of its mouth, perhaps in anticipation.

She removed a little glass of dark liquid from the kitchen counter and returned through 
the living room to the bedroom with it. Delbert the huge gray German Shepherd was at her 
side every step of the way. His tongue continued to hang out of his mouth in expectation.

“Good boy, Delbert,” she said. And she knelt on the floor as the dog slurped at her face.

“Shit,” thought Cy as he took out his cock and stroked it as it protruded from his fly. “Shit. 
I’d like to see that big tongue slip up her cunt. That would be something.”

The girl giggled and opened the little jar and looked at Delbert. Delbert barked a loud arf 
of approval. The girl patted Delbert’s bobbing head and giggled again.

Cy had once jacked off over a woman getting fucked by a Great Dane named Barney. It 
had excited Cy immensely and his come had been extraordinary. He figured that a German 
Shepherd and a girl would be just as erotic. He figured right.





CHAPTER FIVE


The girl put her finger in the jar and swished it around.

“Beef gravy, Delbert, old fella,” she said. “Dig in.”

And she flicked a fingerful of the thick gravy up and rubbed it onto her left boob, putting 
the heaviest amount right on the erect nipple.

Delbert knew his duty and did it without the slightest hesitation. He leaned forward and 
slurped his big long rasping animal tongue onto her breast. She jumped back a little at first in 
the excitement of the moment. Delbert’s tongue just managed to nick the nipple for a little 
tease in that motion.

“Oh,” she moaned. “Shit, you big lovable doggie, you just tickled my tit.” .

Cy’s prick was lurching as he rubbed the underneath part. He knew what an animal’s 
tongue feels like. It’s very erotic. It feels like a velvet form of sandpaper. Cy had once poured 
cream over his penis and let a cat lick it. It made the little kitty get orgasmed with come right 
in the face. It was quite enjoyable and Cy went in big for it.

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So Cy watched intently. Delbert leaned forward the second time and this time the nipple 
didn’t move. So the big friendly mastiff was allowed to lap his tongue all up and down her left 
breast, licking off every drop of the warm beef gravy.

It had been a long time since Cy had watched Barney the Great Dane screw the girl. So his 
cock was ready and willing for this view. He stroked himself up to a near frenzy very quickly. 
Then he took it a little slower. He wanted to delay the orgasm long enough to have a really 
gigantic come over the girl and the big animal.

She dripped more gravy on the other breast and her big loving pet readily licked it off. She
moaned and closed her eyes as her pet licked.

“Shit,” she said. “Oh, shit, Delbert. I really love you. I wish you were a big fucking man!”

The dog of course didn’t understand. He went right on licking away at her right tit. Then 
she reached down to her panties and began to wiggle out of them. Cy knew what was coming
and nearly climaxed at the thought of it.

The girl slid her panties off and tossed them away. Then she grabbed a stack of thick pap 
newspapers and spread them beneath her on the thick floor. Then she sat her naked and fair 
white ass down on it.

Cy had to stop stroking his rod. The show was too good. He didn’t want to climax until the
best part. So he let his aching rod stay good and hard while he peeped in and watched the 
girl love her big dog.

The girl lay on her back on the floor. She arched her body so that her pussy faced upward. 
Then she held the crack of her cunt open and poured the rest of the warm beef gravy into it.

Delbert barked. He knew what was going on and he seemed to like the idea. Smart dog. 
He liked a little cunnilingus with his mistress. Lucky dog!

She emptied the container of thick warm gravy into her cunt and rolled the jar away with 
its lid replaced. Then she thrust open her legs.

“Okay, Del. Now,” she said.

The dog leaned forward and teased. What a smart animal. He knew just how to tease a 
woman’s cunt. He just leaned in and sniffed at first.

“Oh, shit, Del!” she said. “You fucking doggie cunt tease!”

She tried to grab his collar and pull his face and tongue into her cunt. But nothing doing. 
He pulled his neck back and refused to rush the foreplay.

“Shit, boy,” she said. “Please?”

Del sniffed in again, shooting his warm breath from his nostrils right into her cunt. The 
warm breath made the inner lips of the pussy tingle with excitement. And the big beast hadn’t
even begun with the good stuff yet.

A dog like Delbert can only resist beef gravy for so long. Especially when his silly old red 
dog dish has been replaced with something as exciting as this lovely girl’s cunt.

So as Cy’s prick bulged with desire to come, Delbert the Lucky Dog slurped his big raspy 
tongue over the external droplets of gravy on. her pubic hairs. With that lapped up, he went 
after the buried treasures within her cunt.

The dog licked the labia with its rasping tongue and then dipped the tongue deeper in 
beyond the lips, lapping out every bit of the warm gravy that his friendly loving tongue could 
find.

“Oooooh, Delbert,” she sighed. “Oh, fuck! What a mutt!”

Delbert knew that the gravy had seeped way back into her cunt. He was not to be denied 
his daily reward for being a good boy. He parted his own lips and thrust his tongue deep into 
the cunt, digging and rasping down her vaginal canal as she wiggled her ass to pull his 
tongue greedily farther down into her warm slot.

Delbert was getting a double treat. Not only did the big German Shepherd like the taste of
beef gravy, but he absolutely loved the taste of pussy juice. Of that there was plenty!

So the girl grabbed Del’s furry head and pulled it deep into her soft squishy crotch. The 
doggie growled and lapped furiously. He didn’t like his head forced, but as long as it was to 
be forced, it was best to be forced into this particularly tasty spot.

The girl wrapped her long thin legs around Delbert’s head and nearly suffocated him. She 
moaned and groaned as the beast’s big tongue continued its labor of love. Then she ran her 
own hand down to her crotch and jiggled her clit with it. That, combined with the tongue, 
enough to send her young body into the delights of orgasm.

The doggie didn’t quite understand when her body lurched with deep down pelvic thrusts 
and sent a foaming gush of juice at his tongue. All he knew was that he liked what he tasted 
so he flicked his long sandpapering tongue in for a deeper taste.

“Oooooh,” moaned the orgasming girl. “Del. Del. I love your furry tongue. Ooooooh!”

Cy began to stroke his dork again and again as he peered in from the window. It was 
almost ready to come. It was so hard he couldn’t believe it. He’d have to watch dogs more 
often. They did wild things to his hurting prick.

Cy was stroking hard on the underside of his shaft now. But his cock was so hard and so 
rigid that it hurt. And in its aching, it proved a little difficult to come.

But the girl, a darling cunt named Lois, knew just what to do to further her pleasure with 
Delbert, an act which when Cy watched it would make Cy’s pleasure reach a culmination point,
too.

The girl had orgasmed hard, but not so hard that she couldn’t move. She slid on her back 
toward her bed. She crawled up on top of it with little bits of dribble still hanging from her 
cunt. Del watched her. So did Cy.

She lay on her back on the bed, her bosoms lying and heavy on her upper chest. She 
would have made a nice target for a guy with a hard prick to take a running leap onto since 
her legs were wide apart.

But she was also a dandy target for a dandy doggie, a dandy doggie with a big tongue 
and a bigger pecker. Did the girl have designs on Delbert’s penis? Of course! What normal girl
in such circumstances wouldn’t?

“Come on boy,” she said. And she clapped her hands. Delbert barked. He had been 
through this many times before, and knew what was expected of him.

So Del took a short run and jumped up on the bed with his mistress. Cy craned his neck to 
see. And then he began to wallop his prick at what he saw. The dog’s big pink pecker was out 
and erect, pushing through its furry foreskin.

Lois was tickling the giant dog’s nuts and causing him to erect. He licked at her face and 
she actually kissed him, flicking her tongue in and out of his mouth.

Then she did what Cy was praying she’d do. She arched her cunt up and pulled the dog’s 
pink peter down into it. Contact was made. The doggie entered her. She clamped her hands 
around Del’s furry long tail and held his erection into her.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned. “Oh, yes, Del. Yes!”

And she rotated her cunt on and around the dog’s big pink prong. She clamped her legs 
around his bottom and he gave a contented little growl, sort of like a big ecstatic pussy cat.

Then she began to pump her hips and cunt hard up into him. And it happened. She felt 
the dog’s prong stiffen to a full erection. Then it began to bone out and lurch its hot come 
out. When she felt Del coming in her with his hot puppy seeds, her own cunt went wild again 
with another orgasm.

“Oooooooh,” was all she could moan. “Oooooh, Del!”

Cy was ready, too. He whacked his prong hard as he gripped his nuts with his other hand. 
He was up to an orgasm right away. He came hard, very hard and gave a little grunt as he did.

The grunt betrayed him. It may have been too soft for human ears, but a German 
Shepherd is a whole different matter. The dog heard the grunt as Cy was climaxing into his 
wet hand. Then Del smelled Cy and leapt off the prostrate girl and dove barking toward the 
window.

Cy could take a hint. It was time to scram. Fortunately, the opening of the window was too 
small for that monstrous dog to get out of. And Lois was still in the satisfied afterglow of her 
orgasm, a state which left her unable to run to the window.

Del went wild barking and growling at the window. “Shut up, Del,” moaned Lois. “I’m too 
tingly to move.”

But Delbert the Doggie wouldn’t shut up. He kept snarling and growling at that window 
until his mistress made the supreme effort of getting up and went over to see what was 
pissing her canine lover off. By that time Cy had managed to push his wet dick back into his 
pants and had barreled down the fire escape and had made his way through the alley back 
toward his apartment. Just in time! When Lois looked out the window she saw nothing. There 
was doggie come dripping from her cunt, so she didn’t dawdle long by the window. Instead 
she just figured that Del was getting to be a fuck and tell type of pooch who liked to run to 
the window and bark about his human conquests.

Cy was in the alley outside his apartment. He was staring up at the apartment he had just 
peered into. Lois was scanning the courtyard, but he could tell she hadn’t seen him.

“Damned dog!” cursed Cy. “I might have known that he’d either hear or smell me.” Cy 
cursed the dog a few more times and made a mental note to be excessively quiet and careful 
the next time he watched something involving man’s four-legged friend and lover. Cy got 
angry thinking about that nice clean living dildoing girl having to suck a dog.

Cy stared up at that apartment window. The light went out a few minutes later. Cy figured 
that either the girl had gone ahead to bed alone or the doggie had crept back for round two.

Cy wandered slowly back into his own apartment, carefully looking over his shoulder to 
make sure no one had seen him coming down that fire escape so quickly.

Cy sat down in the comfort of his apartment and relaxed. His balls were sort of 
uncomfortable from the sudden run after reaching climax. One of the nice things about 
beating off in your own apartment is that you can close your eyes immediately afterwards and
let your cock tingle in the afterglow of the orgasm.

Cy took off all his clothes and sat down in the living room. He lit a cigarette.

“Pretty amazing what some people do for sex,” thought the peeping superintendent. 
“Imagine a girl with a nice body like that wanting to doggie up her cunt like that.”

He thought about it for a few minutes and noticed that he was getting an erection again. 
The sight of his naked red prick popping up again immediately made him think of the girlie 
with the red hair who had so disappointed him two hours previously.

Cy wondered how things had worked out for her for the evening. He even got angry 
thinking about that nice clean living dildoing girl having to suck off those two gentlemen who
called on her.

Cy’s prick was hard. He got up and walked to his bathroom where the shade had been left 
down. He pulled it up to see if he could see any action over in the redhead’s apartment.

He squinted. The shades were up again over there. Things were back to normal. The girl 
was lying naked on the bed. She seemed to be alone.

But something was strange. Why would she be lying completely naked on the bed with a 
light on? If she were asleep, wouldn’t she have turned the lights off?

Cy became both angry and suspicious. He wondered whether those two brutes had 
harmed his girlfriend in any way. If they had, so help him, he’s find them and settle the score. 
After all, this was the woman he made love to every night at eleven-from fifty feet away.

Cy slipped into some old clothes quickly. Then he went out the building’s back entrance 
again and tiptoed through the shadows until he came to her window. She was lying fully 
naked on her back on top of the bed.

Her eyes were closed. Cy couldn’t see if she was breathing. He looked in the room. The 
window was wide open and there was no sound. The two men seemed to have left.

But the girl-was she even alive. Cy had to investigate. He hoisted himself up the windowsill
and into the room. He entered very quietly. If she wasn’t merely asleep, he didn’t want to wake
her and scare her.

He swung his feet through the window and stepped down on the floor of the room. He 
tiptoed over to her.

Yes, she was stark naked on top of the bed. Her nipples were firm and erect and her pussy 
was covered with a fine brown triangle of silky hair. Cy’s prick was bulging. He slowly leaned 
over her and held his hand to her face. She was breathing! He could feel her breath.

Her face was quite beautiful, quite young and impish looking. And her long legs, draped 
over the side of the bed were just the type that many men like to lie between while sliding 
their penises into her parted vaginal lips.

Cy looked at her very closely. She had a few cuts and bruises on her and they appeared to 
be fresh, “Those brutes beat her,” Cy thought to himself. He was pissed. This girl whom he 
watched naked from afar was not one he wanted to see degraded by other men. Cy had this 
strange fascination for this girl.

He liked her. He felt for her. For fleeting seconds he even felt like he liked-even loved-her 
enough to want to have sex with her.

Have sex with her? Well, yes. That’s the feeling he had. He almost felt like climbing right on
that naked and unprotected soft body and sliding his penis into her. It was already erect. And 
he even liked the idea of coming inside of a warm wet cunt again. It had been several years. 
And he thought he’d never want to have sex with a woman again.

He decided not to force his sexual organ upon her. No particular reason why, he just didn’t
feel like that’s how he wanted to attain himself over her. He would have preferred to beat off 
over her and let his come drip down on her. But he decided against that, too. He figured it 
would take so long that he might find her waking up and he’d be unable to waddle off with 
his erect penis.

But he wanted to do something. And he finally decided on what it was.

He leaned over her and gently brought his lips into her crotch and planted a tender kiss 
on her pussy. His lips went right between an opening of her pubic hair and landed on the 
inner part of her labia. Her body gave a little wiggle of appreciation which scared him at first 
since he thought she was waking up. But she wasn’t.

Instead, her legs opened up a little bit more, just enough to gape her pubic crack open a 
bit more. It was practically an engraved invitation for his tongue to flick over her cunt a little.

“Well,” he thought, yielding to his carnal temptation. “Just a little,” he thought.

So he brought his tongue into the crotch of a woman for the first time in years. He licked 
the lips lightly up and down and let them moisten themselves. The legs opened wider. Cy was 
getting quite aroused.

“Maybe I will fuck her,” he thought.

Cy knelt down on the bed before her and pushed his entire face into her cunt. He drove 
his tongue in deep as the lips parted and wetted themselves for him. She began to moan. The 
Prince of Peepers had awakened the sleeping princess!

Cy was ready to mount and fuck her when a quirk of fate shattered his plans. The phone 
began to ring. Loud!

“Shit!” Cy thought. “The fucking phone will wake her up!”

She began to roll around trying to wake up to answer the phone.

Cy figured it was time to become scarce. So he took two quick steps and hopped into the 
window frame and swung himself out. Just as he was disappearing out the window, the girl 
woke up and looked right at him.

She didn’t scream or anything. She was still too drowsy. After all, the two men had come 
to see her were sadists and had forced a pretty rough evening on her.

She looked right at Cy as he slipped out the window. But she thought it was her 
imagination so she didn’t think much of it. She groped for the phone and answered it.

Wrong number. At two thirty in the morning.

She turned off the lights, shut the window and got back into bed. And she couldn’t for the 
life of her figure out why her wet cunt felt so damned good.





CHAPTER SIX


Something happened to the girl for the next few days. She disappeared. Her apartment was 
closed and locked and completely dark. Cy missed her. He didn’t have anyone to peep on.

Well, not for long he didn’t. On one night he watched his second movie. It was the story of
a massive amazon named Doneeta who lured men up to her penthouse with the promise to 
show them the biggest pussy in the city.

They got to see it, all right, but from a most compromising position. Doneeta was a stern 
advocate of petticoat rule. She kept her men firmly under her thumb… as well as under the 
huge and menacing spiked heels of her lovely black patent leather boots. Yes, Doneeta was a 
relentless bitch, a towering vixen whose mere gaze made men wilt into the little syrup-like 
mess that they really were.

One of the men who encountered Doneeta had been a successful airlines executive who 
was out for a night on the town. He spotted Doneeta as she walked alone down a sidewalk. 
She looked to him like a hooker, so he decided to have some fun.

Doneeta was at the time wearing a tight silk blouse and micro-length leather hot pants. 
Three inches below the hot pants was the top rim of a pair of exquisitely made high, high, 
high leather boots. And with such heels. Six inched spiked heels! It would have been enough 
of an indication for any smart man to treat her with reverence and stay away. But a “smart 
man” is a contradiction in terms.

There’s really no such thing. So the airlines exec, named Sam Cleveland, gave pursuit.

“Mighty nice evening,” said Sam.

“It shits!” said Doneeta.

“It’s not that bad,” said Sam very defensively.

“It would take a silly man to say something like that,” she said. And the haughty 
dark-haired bitch glared at him with a withering gaze which tore through him to his little 
jellyfish style backbone.

“Did I say something wrong?” Sam stammered.

“Shut up, you little cock,” said Doneeta. “And come with me if you wish.”

Sam was perplexed. But choosing to have some fun instead of spending the evening in a 
lonely hotel room, Sam went with her.

He’d learn by experience, a painful experience.

Doneeta took him to a luxurious penthouse where the door was slammed on his fingers as
he entered. Doneeta didn’t even look around as Sam gripped his hand in the utmost agony.

When Sam could hardly speak because of the pain in his fingers, Doneeta looked at him in
disgust.

“What have you done now, you crazy fart?” the uncompromising bitch demanded.

Sam stammered and stuttered and explained that his fingers had been crushed by the 
door.

“You silly oaf,” she said. “Why don’t you be more careful?”

“I… I… I’ll try,” he said.

“You’d better,” she raged. And as the impudent oaf stood there gripping his pain racked 
hands, she brought her left booted knee hard up into his crotch.

“OOOW!” he bawled with pain as he doubled over.

“You silly fart!” ranted the cruel disciplinarian. “Can’t you take a little bit of pain?”

She blasted him in the face with a tight but delicate clenched fist. He staggered. Then she 
walloped him across his deserving rump with another fist. When he turned, still staggering 
and doubled over, she kicked her forceful little steel enforced toe straight up into his nuts.

“EEeeeoooww!” he wailed. She walloped him across the face again. He spun and fell into a 
pathetic mass on the floor.

“You silly little prick,” she said to the humiliated airlines executive.”

“I… I…” he groaned.

“Shut up!” she bellowed. She kicked him in the ribs with her delicate little toe. “I ought to 
cut your balls off!”

Cy chuckled and stroked his penis. This wasn’t a bad movie.

“No real man would lie on a floor like that,” the cruel one bellowed.

Sam tried to get up, but she walloped him in the face with the instep of her boot. He 
reeled backwards and cracked his head against the side of the table.

“Please,” he begged. “Please! No more!”

“You silly little wimp!” she said. “You eat shit!”

Beginning to protest, he felt the spiked heel from her boot push into the palm of his hand.

“I… I…” he groaned.

“You eat shit!” she said.

“I… I eat shit,” he admitted as the heel pressed painfully hard with its sharp spike.

“You’re a silly male turd!”

“I… I…” he tried to say, but hesitated.

She lifted her heel and stamped it down hard. He roared with agony. “Oooow, sheeet!” 
screamed the silly male to his beautiful dominatrix.

“Quiet!” she barked.

“But,” he stammered. She released her heel and let him grip his hand, the same hand 
which she had slammed into the door.

“You’re a turd!” she roared. And she walloped him hard into the face with a deservingly 
forceful blow from the boot. It cracked him squarely in the face and he fell backwards in 
further pain and humiliation.

“I’m a turd,” he whined. And she kicked him six or seven times briskly with those lovely, 
lovely tall forceful boots.

He fell back against the wall and barely moved. He was quivering with fear.

“What are you doing just sitting there!” she demanded. “Are you dreaming about how nice
it would be to be a real man?”

He shook his head. She grabbed him by his silly frightened hair and pulled him to his 
knees. He fell forward on his hands and stood before the imperious haughty one on his hands
and knees.

“Now crawl!” she said. He took a few tiny steps forward so she blasted him in the ribs 
again for not obeying fast enough. Then he crawled a little better. Faster, and more 
obediently.

Her little spiked heels clacked on the floor as she led her new house pet, the airlines 
executive, lie crawled obediently behind her as she led him to the next room.

He kept pace with her and she slammed the door behind her. Cy watched in amazement 
as he stroked his cock harder and harder. He figured the guy was really going to get it now 
that he was trapped in that inner room with the cruel disciplinarian.

And he was. He turned around. Cy saw his expression turn from one of passive humiliation
to one of abject horror. He looked around the room. Then Cy, stroking hard on his wang, saw 
what the man saw.

She had converted the room into a kinky high rent torture chamber. There was a whole 
wall of racks and whips.

The man was stripped naked and led to a rack. There he was hung upside down while the 
haughty dominatrix walked away and selected a cruel cat-o’nine-tails to use as his instrument 
of pain.

She stepped in close to him and started to flail his body with the cat. He screamed in pain 
and horror, but the uncompromising bitch only let him have it harder.

Cy gripped his nuts. He didn’t like seeing the girl next door humiliated, but this was the 
sort of fun to see this airlines executive getting his on the rack.

The camera zoomed in for a close up and the dominatrix let the man have it right across 
the balls. He yelped in sharp and anguished pain.

She liked the sound of his scream so she let him have it again. The man’s cock was fully 
erect and his nuts were dangling toward his mouth as he hung upside down in anguish on 
that rack. His arms were waving wildly, trying to protect himself from the force which he 
couldn’t be protected from.

Cy’s cock was red and swollen in the excitement of the movie. The dominatrix stepped in 
and walloped the man even harder and harder.

“More!” she forced him to yell. “Hurt me more! More! Please! More!”

And he hung limp as his cock began to shoot off. A close up shot of that was too much for
Cy. He watched the penis ejaculating on his movie screen and his own prick went over the 
brink and onward into the proper plateau of orgasm.

Cy’s penis spit its juice into his palm. He used it as a good lubricant to stroke his staff and 
send out all the rest of his hot cream.

He moaned as he was coming. It was a good hard come. He watched the man on the 
screen being flailed by the cat-o’nine-tails while Cy’s own cock was orgasming. It made his 
own little rod shoot out every drop that was within him.

Cy sat nude on the sofa with his prick dripping. The film was almost over. At its conclusion,
Doneeta’s new slave was begging to remain in her lifetime servitude.

The haughty vixen, of course, had no use for a simpering little man like the former 
executive around all the time. So she threw all of his clothes out the window.

Then she led him out to the hallway of the building. He was forced to crawl out there 
naked. When the elevator came he was told to go down and get his clothes. He was never to 
return.

He looked up at her with longing eyes as he knelt in the elevator. Then the door closed 
and the simpering little fart was out of the cruel dominatrix’s life forever.

Doneeta walked to her balcony and looked down thirty flights below to where the man’s 
clothes had fallen. She saw the naked man run from the building and try to grab his clothes as
a huge knot of people gathered to watch.

Two policemen got out of a car and grabbed the guy. Doneeta laughed, knowing that this 
would probably wreck the man’s career.

And there the film ended.

“Pretty good,” Cy thought. He liked the kinky stuff now and then. He found it was an 
excellent change of pace. But he also wanted to watch some of the real thing, if it were 
available. Cy didn’t know where to look to see some discipline. He had checked out almost all 
the windows accessible to him. The only discipline he’d seen had been the brand inflicted 
upon the red-haired girl, and he didn’t care for that because he rather liked her cunt.

So Cy jacked off again as he ran the film a second time. He had given up on finding any 
viewable discipline. He gave up, that is, until just before he was ready to go to bed. He was 
out behind the building and heard a man screaming from the apartment just above the 
red-haired girl.

Cy was putting out his garbage for the night when he first heard the sound.

At first he was afraid.

Then he gathered up his courage.

He started across the yard.

Then he crept across the back courtyard and handled the leap to the fire escape on the 
next building without much difficulty. He had the method down, and crept to an open window
on the second floor. There were no more screams.

He pulled himself up the fire escape and quickly moved up it. He crept slowly to an open 
window on the second floor. There was no more screams coming out. That’s because the man 
who had been screaming was naked and gagged on the floor.

When Cy peeked in the man was lying bound by the ankles and the wrists. The man had a 
massive erection and was looking into the next room with terror filling his eyes.

“What type of cruel woman has he got in here?” Cy wondered. And then, just as quickly, 
his question was answered. And it wasn’t a woman at all.

“That oughta shut you up you little swish,” growled the beefy voice of a huge man.

Cy peered in the doorway to the next room. A huge man was stepping back into the 
bedroom where the smaller naked man was bound and gagged.

Cy stared at the man. It was a huge rough trader! And did he ever look like a mean fucker. 
His shoulders were rippling with muscles and were about a yard wide. The man’s chest was full
of hair and was as thick and solid as a gorilla’s.

And what kinky garb! The rough trader was wearing cowboy gear. He had a huge hat on, 
black and tall. He wore thick heavy black boots with jingling silver spurs on their heels. And he
wore leather chaps, big flopping slats of tough leather which only covered his legs from the 
groin down.

From the groin down. Oh, yes! The groin area was uncovered. From it hung a huge hairy 
mass which was the trader’s genitals. They were big and hairy, the kind that people are 
oppressed with.

And from the genitals? Of course. There was something protruding. Something long and 
hard! A prick. Not just any old prick, but a massive phallus which looked like a diving board. 
The little man on the floor lay in absolute terror of the big man and his erection.

“Are you going to scream again, you little queen fart?” roared the man.

The bound man shook his head.

“You’re fucking right you’re not,” said the rough trader. “Because I’m gonna keep that fart 
little mouth of yours stuffed.”

The bound man’s eyes were wide with fear and trepidation. Cy could see the man on the 
floor trembling. This big hairy brute with the gorgeous erection meant business. He-man 
business!

“Now I’m gonna kick that little gay ass of yours in,” said the huge brute in cowboy gear. “I 
been down at the gym all day. Now you’re gonna see some of my muscles flexing.”

The rough trader walked in close to the bound man. He lifted up his foot and pushed his 
boot in the other man’s face.

“Kiss it!” said the rough trader.

The man groaned and moaned.

The rough trader bent over and took the gagging off the little guy. “You better thank me 
for being so kind to you,” said the rough trader.”

“Thank you, Brick,” said the little guy whose hands and feet were still knotted up securely. 
The little man’s prick was still erect, too.

“Call me Mr. Brick,” said the cowboy. “I ain’t got no mercy on little queens who don’t give 
me no respect.”

“Please Mr. Brick,” he said to the huge monster who towered over him. “Please have mercy
on me.”

“Shit,” said the huge hairy man called Mr. Brick. “All you little fag assed queens ever do is 
beg for mercy. Shit. Shit all over you.”

“Please…”

“Now kiss this,” said Brick. And the cowboy pushed his huge spurred boot into the other 
man’s face. He pushed it so hard that his heel actually hit and bloodied the bound man’s nose.

“OOooow!” moaned the man on the ground. He was pushing his face into the floor to try 
to relieve the pain from the boot. But Mr. Brick, the handsome brute in the cowboy garb, 
wasn’t interested in shit like how much the little fart was in pain. Hell, no.

“Kiss my fucking boot!” barked Mr. Brick. “Or you’ll really know what pain is.”

The blond man looked up. Blood was rolling from his nose, but he was ready to obey his 
tormenter.

“Kiss it!” barked the huge sadist again. And the bound man obeyed, his little stick bulging 
with stiffness.

“I stepped in a pile of dog shit just yesterday,” said Mr. Brick, pointing to his hefty black 
leather boot as his captive licked and kissed it. “And I want you to eat what there is of it off. 
Take a look. There’s a little of the shit right between the sole and the heel.”

The bound man looked up in supplication.

“Well, you little fart,” said Mr. Brick. “Get busy. Or your ass is grass and I’m the power 
mower.”

The jaded little man ticked his tongue in the spot Mr. Brick designated. With his teeth and 
tongue he managed to scrape off the foul crust on the base of Mr. Brick’s boots.

“That’s right, little gay friend,” said the huge sadist. “If you’re a really good little boy I won’t
work you over to much.”

“I… I-I don’t want to be worked over at all,” moaned the little man.

At that the burly cowpoke lost his temper. “Why you lowdown little pansy,” snarled the big
bruiser. “I’ll teach you to beg for your thrashings.”

The huge cowboy’s arms rippled with muscles and he reached down and grabbed the little
man by the upper arm. He shook him hard and then pushed him back onto the floor.

Both men had massive erections. The one on the cowboy was among the largest penises 
Cy had ever seen erected. Cy wasn’t queer or anything, but when he saw the size of the stick 
that the cowboy was hung with, well, Cy himself got an erection.

The cowboy untied his little prisoner. “I want this to be a fair fight!” said the cowboy. And 
he drove the side of his boot into the man’s face.

“Please!” wailed the little captive. “I beg you…”

“Shut up, I say!” howled the cowboy. And he slashed at the man with the spurred heels of 
his boots. With his first shot, the cowboy poked his spur into the buttocks of the little man.

“EEeeeeooowww!” wailed the little man. “Jeeezus!”

“Stand up, fart ass!” said the sadist as he belted the man with the side of his boot again. 
The man staggered as he tried to get to his feet. Then the sadist belted him again and the gay
guy went down.

“No more, please,” yelled the man on the ground.

“Get up and fight like a man,” ranted the burly cowboy. The cowboy had a massive stiff on 
by now. Cy began to get excited and unzipped his fly. His cock popped up and poked 
outward. Cy began to stroke the little spot just underneath the head. It felt good. It was the 
first live sex display that he’d been able to peep in on in two days. It was good to have his 
cock back in action again, as much as he did like the movies.

“I said get up,” said the hairy sadist in the hat, boots and leather chaps. The brute stood 
over the beaten smaller man with his huge erection pointing downward at him. The man 
struggled to his feet. The cowboy stood still, letting the other man up.

As he stood, his arm brushed against the big penis of the cowboy. The contact of flesh 
between the two men excited Cy even more as he watched.

The smaller man stood face to face with his cowboy oppressor, the latter man being a 
good head taller than the other.

“Now,” snarled the cowboy as he glared daggers down to his gay buddy. “You got any 
complaints about the way you’re being treated?”

The smaller man seemed to wither beneath the cowboy’s cruel stare.

“I…” struggled the smaller man.. “I… I hope you won’t hurt me too much.”

“Hurt you?” repeated the taller man, roaring with laughter. “You know what I have to say 
about that?”

“What?” said the cowboy’s little pet faggot.

“This!” roared the man with the black hat and bulging nine inch penis. And he brought up 
that leathery knee just as the woman in the movie had.

Crunch! The knee smacked right into the man’s testicles, perhaps the hardest Cy had ever 
seen anyone get hit.

The struck man doubled over in extreme torment and anguish. The cowboy just pushed 
the wincing man over and he rolled onto the floor, rolling around in absolute agony. It felt like
the cowboy had absolutely crushed his nuts.

“Serves you right, faggot,” barked the cowboy. “Now I’ll show you what a real man is like!”

The cowboy grabbed his little toy by the hair on his head and pulled him over. He lay the 
doubled up man face down on the floor. The man was on his knees, doubled in agony and 
clutching his poor battered prick.

Then, the cowboy grabbed the insides of the man’s legs, right near the balls. He forced the
legs apart and crouched over the fallen, pained man. The cowboy was getting set to buttfuck 
him.

Cy stroked madly on his penis. His cock felt good, even if it were a homosexual anal rape 
he was watching.

“God damn!” thought Cy as he clutched his prick and stroked it vigorously. “That’s one 
fuck of a big penis that the cowboy’s got.”

The cowboy pushed his penis into the little brown back door of his little friend, much in 
the way, as Cy recalled, that the Frenchman had pushed his dork into that teenage girl’s 
asshole in the film of a few days past.

“No,” pleaded the doubled up man. “Not my asshole. It’s too humiliating! Not my 
asshole!”

“Shut up!” ranted the cowboy.

“Eeeoow!” yelped the man. The cowboy’s prick was pinching as it slipped into the brown 
backdoor.

“Please,” repeated the man. “Not my asshole. I’ll blow you! But not my asshole.”

“You’ll blow me, too!” ranted the huge cowboy with a booming voice. And he thrust his 
power-packed thighs forward and Cy saw the man’s cock slowly begin to engorge itself in the 
other man’s asshole.

“Oh, nooo,” moaned the raped man. “Oh, fucking shit, no!”

But the cowboy wasn’t to be stopped by a little swish like this. He shoved his powerful 
thighs a little harder and the entire nine inch penis that stuck out from the naked crotch 
between those chap legs, was engorged in the other man’s asshole.

“Oh, shit,” muttered the man doubled up now from both pain and pleasure. “Shit, it’s 
good. It’s fucking good.”

“You’re dam tootin’, partner,” said the kinky cowboy. And he began to stroke the prick up 
and back in the guy’s asshole.

The little fag beneath the cowboy spread his legs a little more. Since the rape of his 
asshole was inevitable, the faggot was at least resigned to enjoy it.

The rough trade cowboy’s swollen prick did wild things to the gay chap’s asshole. The fag 
swished his ass around and tried to make it feel as good as possible. Then the guy on the 
bottom, his cock swollen almost beyond belief, began to cream.

“Oh, shit!” he moaned. “I’m coming.”

That was good enough for the cowboy. “I’ll show you what a real man’s come feels like,” 
he barked.

And the rough trader flailed at the gay fellow’s ass with his prick. Cy saw him press his 
cock into the little wispy ass and hold the hips tight with his big meaty hands.

“Ohhh,” groaned the little guy caught underneath the huge trader-cowboy. The little guy 
was feeling the big guy’s cock exploding into delightful contortions of orgasm. The hot seeds 
were jumping wildly up his ass.

“Shit!” thought Cy. “They’re orgasming!”

The mere thought of cock juice jumping from prick to ass was enough to let Cy’s cock 
burst forth in its own glory. Cy held it hard and stroked it. The ball juice surged up the shaft 
and into his hand. As was his habit, he used the first drops of the juice to lubricate his prick for
a solid series of strokes to get out every happy little drop.

The rough trader pulled his cock out of his little partner’s ass.

“Now you get what you deserve!” said the rough trader. And as the swish turned around 
to look, his face was met with a huge fist, a fist which smashed straight into his already 
bloodied nose and sent him reeling over backwards.

“Lick my cock clean!” barked the cowboy. “Or you’ll never lick anything again in your life.”

The man stood up on his knees. And he obeyed! He took the rough trader’s cock in his 
mouth and began to give it a loving scrubbing with his tongue.

“You’ll learn!” barked the rough trader, “Lick that until it’s clean and hard. Then you can 
blow me!”

Cy heard something down below him. He had seen enough of the faggots, so he decided 
to sneak down to see what the noise was from downstairs.

Halfway down the fire escape, Cy saw the light on in the redheaded girl’s apartment. But 
the shade was up and the window open, making it virtually impossible to step by the window 
without being seen.

“Ooooh,” he heard the girl say. “Oooooh, yes!”

Cy just had to see. His cock was sticky and crusty in his pants, but at least he was zipped 
up. The troubled was that he was above the window.

“Ooooh, yeeesss!” he heard her say again.

There was only one way that Cy could see. He could hang upside down and peer in. It 
might even be comfortable, he figured. So he decided to try it.

He hooked his knees into the base of the fire escape and then folded his arms. With his 
knees wrapped there with a good grip, he let his upper body hang. It worked. He hung very 
comfortably by his knees and peered into the apartment.

Just as Cy looked in, there was the crackling sound of a whip. A bullwhip!

Then there was a scream. It was the redhead. Cy was hanging in amazement when he saw 
what was going on. Two massive male brutes were standing there. One was cracking a 
bullwhip near the naked girl. But at the same time, another of them was dildoing her with a 
long stick. It was the latter that she liked.

“Oooh, shit! Yeeesss!” she said. And the man rotated the dildo around her cunt.

“That’s enough for you, honey!” said one of the brutes, the one with the whip. “From here 
on in, you suffer!”

Then the long pole was pulled out of her cunt and the brute with the long bullwhip 
stepped toward her. “Woman cunt is dirty,” said the man with the whip. “It must be punished!”

“Oh, no!” she said. “Please. Please. It felt so good.”

“It’s gonna hurt like hell from here on in,” said one of them as Cy hung upside down 
outside and just managed to have enough room to peep in.

Then the burly brute let the whip fly. It slashed across the girl’s rump and tore a nice gash 
into the back of her buttocks. She yelped with pain and pleaded for kindness from her cruel 
male tormentors. As the naked girl crawled and was lashed repeatedly by the whip, Cy got a 
blistering hard erection. He hated to see his woman tormented like this. But at the same time, 
it was most erotic to watch.

The two men stripped off their clothes and revealed massive erections which they waved 
like wands above the naked girl’s head.

“Crawl to me!” demanded one.

“Crawl to me!” demanded the other.

When the girl was slow with her decision, the bullwhip came down furiously upon her raw 
flesh. She yelped with pain. Cy’s prick was as hard as it had ever been. He unzipped his fly and 
let his prick pop out, just to release it from the pressure of being cooped up inside his pants.

<<< IMAGE 05 >>>

The girl yelped in her pain. The bullwhip flailed away at her again and sent her wiggling 
and screaming again on the rug.

Cy could see her cunt, the cunt he had kissed and licked out a few nights earlier. It was still
that fine soft cunt that he almost, almost wanted to fuck. He then began to stroke his rod 
hard. He was staring straight at the cunt and he wanted to shoot off his juices right there 
while hanging upside down and staring right at it.

He stroked hard. He watched his girl friend being thrashed and kicked around by these 
brutal men. She was forced to crawl and then she was beaten again with the bullwhip. She 
screamed. She yelled. She was forced to kiss the tips of their penises.

Cy came! He came with huge long gushes that were propelled from his penis by sharp 
strokes from a first right hand.

“Ooooh,” moaned Cy aloud, almost too loud, when he came. He was staring right at the 
girl’s crack since she was lying on the ground with one of the men standing on her when Cy 
came.

His come shot out and hit the brick wall of the building as it spurted. Some of the rest he 
caught in his hand to lubricate his final strokes. But some, and how delightful this was!, some 
of it escaped his hand and just trickled drop by drop to where it landed on his face and lips. 
Some of it, just a drop or two, landed in his nostrils as he hung upside down. He sneezed it 
out, but not before noticing how the warm come felt inside of his snout.

“Who sneezed?” he heard someone say. One of the sadists who was punishing the girl had
heard Cy. It would be tricky getting away!

He swung upward and his instincts made him get his balance and run up the fire escape, 
rather than down. Had he run down he would have had to pass the girl’s window. He would 
have been seen, and possibly even recognized.

As he hustled up the fire escape for one flight, he looked down. The angry sadist had 
come to the window with the whip in his hand. The sadist was looking down through the 
courtyard. Cy knew he’d look up in a second. Cy had to disappear! Fast!





CHAPTER SEVEN


Cy saw a window open and ducked through it. Just in time. The sadist looked up just at that 
moment and saw nothing.

The apartment that Cy ducked into was empty at the time. He glanced to the next room 
and saw darkness. He was considering prowling around to see what he could find in the way 
of kinky garments, but he was more concerned with the sadist down below him.

So Cy glanced back out the window. He looked down. The sadist must have been 
convinced that he was hearing things, because the bare brute had given up and returned 
inside to torture the poor, naked crawling girl.

Then Cy glanced across the courtyard. He was looking back at his own building at an angle
he had never seen in from. He gazed at the apartment just above his, an apartment rented by 
a single young man named Fred who was rarely home.

Cy squinted. Fred was standing in the window naked. “Fuck,” said Cy to himself. “An 
exhibitionist. Right above me.”

Cy squinted and watched a little closer. Fred actually wasn’t exhibiting. He was just getting 
air. He had company. As Cy watched intently, he watched as two other naked people romped 
around the room behind Fred. Then Fred turned and joined them as they walked into the next
room.

“Shit!” thought Cy, despite the fact that he had just come. “I better check this out.”

So Cy gingerly crawled back onto the fire escape and looked down. The sadist had even 
closed the window. Cy decided to chance it.

Cy stepped carefully down the back escape. Carefully and quickly. When he came to the 
window of the two sadists who were torturing the red-haired girl, Cy peered in. The sadists 
had their back to the window so Cy quickly stepped by.

As he quickly passed the window he couldn’t help glancing longer enough to see what the
two hairy brutes were doing. Cy saw. The girl was on the floor in chains and the two men were
standing above her. They were holding their limp rods and their penises were shooting jets of 
water down on her.

“Holy cock!” thought Cy. “She’s just letting them piss on her!”

Cy even stopped for a second. Then he became disgusted with the whole affair and moved
on. He reached the bottom rung of the fire escape and jumped off. Quickly through the 
shadows he bolted across the courtyard. Then he looked up to the window above his. The 
light was on, but no one was standing in the window.

“Well,” thought Cy as he became more and more curious about the apartment’s 
inhabitants. “I guess I could jerk off again tonight if the situation arises.”

Getting up to that apartment was easy. Cy merely used his own ground floor window as a 
first step and then pulled himself up to the fire escape. From there it was just half a flight up 
to the window just above his own.

Cy stopped and peered carefully around the corner of the window. The light was on. And 
he saw nothing.

Nothing? Well, almost nothing. He saw an empty bedroom and an open door leading to 
the living room. And he heard laughing, moaning and music coming from that living room.

“Shit! If I could just see what’s happening in that living room,” thought Cy. He put his 
whole head through the window. The voices from the living room were much clearer now.

“Oh, God! Both penises are beautiful!” said a woman’s voice. “I don’t know which to get 
fucked with first.”

“We can both fuck you at once,” said a male voice.

“Like always,” said another male voice.

“Shit,” said the girl’s voice. “I want one of those penises up my asshole and the other up 
my cunt hole.”

“Which goes where?” said one of the male voices.

“Who’s biggest?” the girl asked.

“I am,” declared both male voices at once.

“One of you has to be bigger,” said the girl.

“Let’s measure,” said one of the men.

Then there was a moment of silence and a little scuffling around. Then the sound of 
uproarious laughter and shouting.

“Carl’s longer!” the girl yelled. They had actually measured the penises of the two men.

“I wasn’t fully erect!” shouted the other male, Fred.

“You can’t get fully erect,” laughed the first man, Carl. “That’s your whole problem.”

But it was all in fun. The competition had taken place between a set of friends and lovers, a
cozy little sexual triangle which liked to love all three together at the same time.

“If I could only see,” cursed Cy to himself as he craned his neck as far into the room as 
possible. “I’ll bet they’re beginning to fuck already.”

Cy craned as far as he could without falling into the room. Still he could see nothing. So he
decided to be a little daring. What he could see excited him, what he couldn’t see tore him 
apart.

So Cy stepped into the room. He stepped in quietly and walked on tiptoes to the door 
leading to the next room. He peered around the corner. He could see three naked bodies 
writhing together in a firm embrace. It was, as he suspected, a trio of two men and a woman. 
The men had erect penises, one of which was being fondled by the girl’s hand. The other was 
in her mouth.

In return, one of the men was sucking the female’s breasts. The other was licking her 
upper legs just below her cunt. There were moans and sighs and the whole trio seemed to be 
contorted into a moving flesh-like pretzel.

Cy didn’t like standing up and watching. He wanted to sit or lie down so he could jerk off. 
The trio would probably start fucking in a few moments and Cy didn’t want to get caught 
short. So Cy looked around. He saw a bed where he would be able to see everything from. So, 
checking to see that he was unobserved, he got to his hands and knees and crawled beneath 
it.

Cy peered from the darkness beneath the bed into the living room. The pretzel like pile of 
flesh on that sofa was moving with slow and deliberate and enjoyable motions. The guy 
whose cock was in the girl’s mouth seemed to be the most enjoying member of the trio.

Then suddenly the whole trio, off balance from the bliss of their embraces, slid from the 
sofa onto the floor.

“Aw, fuck,” said one of the men. “I nearly tore my cock off.”

“There’s more room on the other sofa,” said the girl.

“Let’s move,” said the man named Fred.

Cy was stifling a laugh from the ridiculous sight of the trio sliding off the bed. But a few 
seconds later he was more ready to come than he was to laugh. He looked up and saw all 
three of the naked people standing up and walking straight toward him. At first he thought he
had been caught. But then he knew what was happening. The other sofa that they had 
referred to was right about ten feet away from Cy, right in that bedroom.

Cy eyed the crotches of all three as they walked through the doorway a few feet in front of
him. The girl’s bush was quite wet. Fred had an erection as he walked. And the other guy, Carl,
had a flaccid little prick that was red and hanging rather limply. But when the three of them 
got to the sofa, Carl’s cock popped up like a good penis should.

“Fuck,” thought Cy. “What a night this is!”

The first to sit down on the sofa was Fred. “Let’s do position seven,” he said.

The trio all agreed.

<<< IMAGE 06 >>>

Fred lay down on the sofa in the normal position. His wang was erect and pointing to the 
ceiling like a compass needle.

Then the girl climbed up onto the sofa and stood in front of Fred with her pussy right at 
his mouth level. The girl moaned as Fred stuck his mouth into it and licked with a long rasping
tongue.

Then the girl pulled her pussy away from him and began to squat down. She straddled him
and sat down with her hungry wet cunt gliding right down on his erect cock. “Oh, shit,” she 
said. “Oh, shit that’s good!”

She bounced her cunt up and down a few times to get into the spirit of the game. Cy 
could resist no longer. He quietly unzipped his fly and, while lying on his side and still 
watching, began to pull out his ever ready snake and began to stroke it. He stroked just gently
at first, wanting to let his prick have as much time to get ready as it deserved.

His penis responded readily to his call. It came erect in a matter of seconds. Cy figured he 
really did have one hell of a fine dork, and if he ever started to fuck women again he could 
probably do quite a balling job on them. But for right now he was happy to lie beneath the 
bed and jerk his hot juice out onto the floor.

The girl was still gliding her honey cunt up and down on Fred’s needle. They both were 
enjoying things immensely, but without question, Carl was being left out. Or was he?

Carl had taken a stiff little riding crop in his hands. Cy saw this and his cock became 
massively erect. He thought a few little slashes of the leather crop would go well right here. A 
little three-way punishment, so to speak.

Carl climbed up and sat on the back of the sofa, letting his feet hang down by the 
shoulders of Fred. He held the crop aloft at the copulating couple below him. “Now, suck!” he 
said, “Suck!”

While bobbing her cunt up and down on Fred’s erect wang, the girl managed to take 
Carl’s prick into her mouth and glide it back and forth between her moist rounded lips. Carl 
moaned and liked it. He liked it so much that he just had to hurt her a little in return.

So he pointed his crop down at her and jabbed at her breasts with it, poking little leathery 
jabs into the most sensitive spots of her big fleshy knockers.

“Oooo,” she groaned. “Please!”

“Take your mouth off my cock once more and you’ll have this crop up your asshole!” 
barked Carl. The girl was promptly intimidated. She wrapped her mouth again around his big 
phallus while the other guy pumped upward into her cunt. One way it was satisfaction. The 
other way was stiff discipline. And what a lucky girl-she had it both ways.

Cy had it pretty good, too. He was slamming his cock around under that bed as he 
watched the perverse sporting events on the sofa. His cock was good and hard, as hard as 
that rigid crop. All he needed was a good scene before him to manufacture another load of 
come for the evening. That was all he needed and he’d be shooting off again.

Seated on top of the sofa, Carl must have thought he was on some kinky horseback ride. 
He began to slap the guy beneath him with the crop in alternating blows, the other half of 
which slapped across the breasts, back and rump of the naked girl who was getting it from 
underneath, too. She rode hard on Fred’s penis, riding like a mare who the crop is being put 
too hard.

Fred, down below, thought that sharp crop on his arms and side was just the kinkiest thing
going. He grabbed the girl’s hips and pressed her cunt tight to his erection as she struggled to
continue bobbing up and down. His ball juice began to rustle in his nuts and his cock grew 
simultaneously as hard as it could go.

The rock hard penis was too much for the girl to take. She was nearing her own climax.

“Oh, shit!” she mumbled as she assiduously kept her mouth stroking Carl’s cock. “Oh, shit! 
Harder and I’ll blow!”

“Neither guy knew who she was talking to. So Fred stroked her pussy as hard as he could 
from below. And, as his own cock erected to massive proportions, Carl blasted the two of 
them with the crop, marking them with hard red welts along their bare white flesh.

It was hard for Cy to tell who of the three was coming first. All he heard was a male moan 
and then the girl squealed in the obvious delight of orgasm. Then the other guy gave a hard 
groan and Cy knew that all three were attaining themselves.

Carl shot off in her mouth.

The girl blasted hard on Fred’s throbbing penis.

And Fred’s bulging prick released its hot white gobs of seed into the warm overflowing 
cunt.

Cy was the only one not coming. But not for long. The sight of this kinky trio all making it 
at once was enough to send Cy over the wonderful plateau. He clamped his teeth tight 
together so as not to attract any attention. Then, with a few final and deft strokes, he poked 
the underside of his cock with long, self-loving strokes and the hot come was quickly shooting
to his hands and the dusty floor beneath the bed.

Cy’s penis blasted away once again. The come was short, having had to summon up its 
juice on such short notice. But it was a good come anyway, enhanced greatly by the sight of 
the trio and their bizarre antics on the sofa.

Cy lay perfectly still and watched the trio after their mutual climax. The three held still for a
good two or three minutes. Then the girl began to move around. The prick she had been 
sitting on was limp and soaking wet. She wanted something a little better.

“Who’ll eat me?” she asked.

Carl volunteered. Back in high school he had been known as Mr. Tongue. Not without both
reason and merit.

The girl reclined on the sofa. Fred wobbled to his feet and staggered to the bed under 
which Cy was lying. He plopped down on it, out of Cy’s sight.

Then the girl opened her legs and arched her back, giving Carl a good shot at the main 
course. He descended from the back of the sofa and brought his face down into her flooded 
crotch. His face disappeared into her wet hairy mass and she began to moan as he enjoyed his
little post-orgasmic snack. It was only fair, of course. She had swallowed his come. So he was 
eating out Fred’s sperm from her cunt. Cy liked to see such a self-sufficient community.

He ate her for no more than a few minutes. Then they lay on top of each other in fatigue. 
Cy was getting bored under that bed and was eying the window, wondering how he might 
make his break. The girl finally wiggled out from beneath Carl and wobbled to the bed. Carl 
followed soon after, flicking off all the lights in the apartment.

Cy could no longer see anything. First it was dark and second the entire trio was just above
him on the bed. Cy mused on how much fun it would be to jab up through the mattress with 
a knitting needle. Fortunately he had no knitting needle, so the temptation was hardly a real 
one.

Cy waited beneath the bed for a half hour, long after everything had become still topside. 
Then he carefully made his way quietly to and out the window. Unobserved! He moved quickly
down the fire escape and reentered his apartment through the window.. It had been quite a 
night!





CHAPTER EIGHT


All of those close calls in and out of apartments made Cy long for the safety and easy pleasure
of a good filthy movie. However, just like watching baseball on TV is not as good as being at 
the park, watching dirty flicks on the home projector is not as good as being in the theatre to 
jack off in the audience. So Cy decided to take in a good porno flick one evening. Little did he 
know what he was getting in for.

Cy liked the good S&M films best of all. So he went to see a flick called BITCH DAUGHTER. 
It was all about this country girl who had grown up on her father’s farm and had been fucked 
by all the farmhands because daddy dear thought it was cute for all the hot cocked males to 
fuck his little Doris. Well, the little girl was to grow up into a beautiful and haughty Amazon. 
And she was to have her revenge upon the lesser race of males. And her revenge was to be as 
savage as it was to be sweet.

Instead of a wispy little girl with no figure and buck teeth, as she was shown in the first few
minutes of the film, losing her hymen at the age of ten to some stupid farm boy with a ten 
inch penis, the little girl at the age of twenty was a vixen who stood about six feet tall in a pair 
of powerful high spiked heels.

And she went back to the farm. The first male she happened to come across was a thirty 
year-old asshole name Jed who had sullied her cunt several times when she was aged twelve 
to fourteen. Doris had run off when she was seventeen, and Jed hardly recognized her when 
she returned.

“Sure is good to see you all,” said Jed to the haughty beauty as her car stopped along the 
farm road as Jed drove a tractor back toward her Daddy’s spread of pigs, com and cows.

“Jed,” demanded the haughty lady tersely. “Why don’t you park that silly tractor and come 
back to my motel room with me. My daddy doesn’t even know I’ve arrived here yet. Maybe we
can have some fun.”

“Gawsh,” said the big yoke on the tractor, his cock popping up and creating a bulge in his 
silly and baggy coveralls. “That shore would be some heck of a lot o’ fun, Miss Doris,” said the 
husky rube.

“It sure will,” thought the bitch farm girl turned bull Amazon. “But not for you!”

The big oaf turned off the ignition of his tractor and dismounted it. She thought it would 
be funny to set his clothes on fire with the car cigarette lighter, but she resisted. She let the 
big clod climb into the seat next to her and flash his silly smile at her. She grimaced and 
whizzed the car back to her hotel.

He hopped out and looked like he was about ready to drop his coveralls and race her for 
the bed in her motel room.

“Not so fast, stupid!” she barked, able to start laying it on him since he’d already taken the 
bait.

He stopped. “What’sa matter?” he asked through a big, stupid toothy grin.

“There’s some rope in my trunk,” she said. “Bring it!”

“But-?”

“I said bring it!” she snapped, eying him furiously. “When I say bring, I mean bring!” She 
stamped her foot on the dusty ground and Jed for the first time noticed that her boots were 
hardly the kind seen around the ranch.

They were of a brilliant shiny leather that he’d only read about from time to time. Patent, 
was what it was called. And her heels, while not of the highest type as used by most urban 
disciplinarians, were never-the-less of a height rarely seen in such areas as midwestern farms.

“Gawsh,” said the big oaf, wondering what had happened to the submissive little sex toy 
he had once fucked whenever he could outrun her. But the big slug obeyed… as he should 
have.

She handed him the key to the car’s trunk and ordered him to remove the rope and bring 
it.

“Gee whiz… clucked the big oaf as he looked at the rope. “This here rope is the kind you’d 
use to hogtie a pig.”

“Exactly,” snapped the vixen. “That’s what I’m going to use it for. To hogtie a filthy pig.”

“Gawsh,” repeated the husky big lout.

Her tiny heels clacked against the concrete walkway as she led him to her motel room. 
Then she opened the door and walked in. He followed obsequiously, but with his big fat male 
thing throbbing away and bulging in his pants.

“Close that damned door!” she demanded, barely after he had passed through it.”

“I…”

“Shut up and close it!” she repeated. And again he obeyed the firm voice of the woman 
who was about to avenge herself.

Cy watched the flick and was aware that several of the men seated around him had their 
dorks out and were jerking off over the expected display of discipline that this silly farm boy 
was about to encounter.

“What the fuck,” figured Cy. “I might as well join them.”

Cy unzipped his fly and looked down on his penis. As usual he was wearing no underpants,
so his cock was free to pop up upon Cy’s slightest whim. Having more than a slight whim at 
the prospect of that big farm oaf being severely disciplined, Cy’s prick was on its way up, up 
and up. Cy gazed down at it and in the dim light of the movie theatre, he could see and feel 
that it was fully erect. He began to stroke it. It felt good. So he stroked it harder.

When he looked back up to the screen, a lot had happened quickly. The cruel vixen had 
taken the clothes off the farm boy in his expectation to fuck her. But she would have none of 
that filthy male worm stuck up her cunt. No, ma’m.

“Is this the right knot for hogtying?” she asked the big lug as she showed him a noose 
type knot on the end of the rope.

“I’ll show you later,” he said.

“You’ll show me now!” she demanded.

And, of course, he obeyed. He fixed a mean knot on the end of the rope as he sat on the 
corner of the bed with his cock sticking up in the air.

There was a sturdy pipe straight across the ceiling of the room. Word had it that the pipe 
was part of a sprinkler system. Actually, depending on who you talked to, the pipe was also for
hanging things up. Things, like men.

The haughty vixen tossed the rope over the pipe and held it in her hand. “How does this 
knot work?” she asked, the dumb broad. She knew, but she wanted him to arrange his torture 
with his own hand. So she induced him just as a sample of how the knot worked, to slip it over
his ankles. He wasn’t the least bit suspicious. What a silly asshole. Typical male pig.

Once over his ankle, she pulled it tight. Then she set in with the discipline. She yanked the 
other end of the rope and the surprised and pitiful male went flying toward that pipe, feet 
first.

Cy roared with laughter as Jed whacked his head against the floor and then hung 
defenseless by his feet from that pipe. Cy’s cock was rock hard now. The disciplinarian had her
slave hung up and his balls were at her mercy… as they should be!

“Aren’t you sorry you defiled the poor little farm girl?” teased the Cruel One as she saw her
prey swinging in astonishment.

“I… I… don’t think I understand,” he said.

“A good whipping will refresh your memory,” she said. “Would you like a bullwhip?”

She was forcing him to pick his own means of humiliation, a genuinely cruel and perverse 
brand of torture.

“I… I’d rather be let down,” he whined like the pathetic little fart that this thirty-year-old 
oaf was. “I don’t think I want either whip.”

“You must choose,” she said. “Failure to choose will result in your balls being chopped off.”

“You can’t mean this,” he pleaded, swinging wildly and humorously by his ankles. ‘Tell me 
this is a joke, Doris.”

“I’m called Dorique now!” she said harshly as she stood tall and proud in her leather boots,
tall and proud as only a woman can be. “Please, Dorique,” he pleaded.

“Choose,” she demanded. “Or the fury of my kinky high boots will be released upon your 
teeth.”

From the upside down position, he was on eye level with those cruel shiny boots. And that
black patent leather drove a mean argument. He decided it would be best to choose.

“I… I think I’d prefer the buggy whip,” he said choosing the more harmless sounding of the
two torture instruments.

“Your cruel mistress has no buggy whip at the moment,” she said softly as she withdrew a 
case from beneath the bed. “Therefore, she will have to punish you with the bullwhip. It is her 
only available whip.”

Jed kicked and shouted and yelled, trying either to persuade the cruel farmer’s daughter 
to let him go, or to attract the attention of the police or the motel management.”

“Quiet,” demanded the kinky one. “I’ll have your balls torn off if you don’t shut your 
simpering little trap.”

“But, Dorique,” he begged. Nothing was funnier than a captive male hanging upside down
and pleading with a haughty disciplinarian who was just removing a bullwhip from a case. Jed 
was in the most humble and abject supplication. And the shrew named Dorique was flexing 
the long, mean leather lash on that whip, getting it ready to taste some man-flesh.

“You’ll shut that trap of yours,” she demanded. “Or you’ll have your balls stuffed into it. 
The cowhand shut up. He took this shrew in dead earnest right now. The cowhand’s cock was 
massive as the movie took a close up on it. It made Cy stroke his own hunk of meat all the 
harder and enjoyable.

Cy looked around. Most of the people in the theatre looked like they were masturbating. 
Then something caught Cy’s eye. There were a couple of beefy rough traders sitting in the row
behind Cy about four or five seats down. They weren’t watching the movie. They were 
watching Cy. Cy stared at their ugly, brute faces for a second. Then he went back to his cock 
and the movie, hoping the big goons would lose interest in him.

Cy heard a scream. It came from the movie.

The cowhand was getting the flailing that any man so richly deserves. He was hanging and
screaming wildly as the shrew, naked Dorique was madly thrashing him with the huge lash of 
that bullwhip.

Shit balls! thought Cy. A bull would bellow if that lash caught him. No wonder a guy yelps 
so loud.”

The dominatrix withdrew her lash, held it back .to her and let it fly again, searing the mail’s
stupid backside with the long lash. Cy’s cock was stone hard, just like the cock of the man 
being tortured in the movie.

Shit balls, that must be something! thought Cy. It was! The man was in agony. Cy imagined
himself up there hanging by his ankles. And he imagines… Yes! Very definitely! He imagines 
that the red-haired girl across the alley was the bitch sadist who was doing the whipping.

Oh balls! Cy thought. I wish to fuck the red-haired girl would do that to me! His ball juice 
started to swim around in his nuts. He found the thought of that red-haired girl very erotic. 
The girl next door! A sadist! A bitch redhead of haughty demeanor and uncompromising 
temperament Cy’s cock ran wild with the thought, as wild as his imagination would run.

He heard the screams of the strung up male on the movie screen. And he heard the sweet 
crack of the whip on his flesh, the sweet crack which preceded each and every anguished yelp.

And behind those anguished yelps, the woman who was holding that ferocious whip? Cy 
imagined the red-haired girl in a bright red leather corset, a corset which drew her svelte 
twenty-four inch waist in to a breathless and anguishing nineteen inches. And that corset only 
squeezed from the hips to just below those exquisite and lovely breasts.

Indeed! In his mind’s eye, Cy was being flogged by a woman so Junoesque and lovely that 
it was worth every bit of the pain and punishment just to be able to look at her and incur her 
wrath. Her lovely white breasts flowed out of that corset, a divine and outspoken declaration 
of her femininity. And her tuft of pubic hair, red and beautiful over her female crack, it, too, 
was revealed. The further and the ultimate statement it was. For having kissed it as she slept 
the other evening, Cy was to be tortured.

The ball juice was sailing up his cock from such a wild and frenzied flight of his 
imagination. As it shot out of his prick’s tip and lurched into his hand, Cy stroked with a loving
fury. And in that delightful moment of orgasm, he imagined that the red-haired girl was an 
Amazon, twelve feet tall. She was a bull giant in six foot red leather boots which rose to her 
bate crotch. Her titanic red corset matched the boots. And there, in that moment of orgasm, 
Cy imagined that the gigantic red-haired shrew of his dreams was kicking her leathery red toe 
sharply and powerfully into his crotch. And with that thought his prick continued to erupt in 
the delightful fantasy of orgasm.

With such inspiration, it could hardly have been anything else but a long and satisfying 
orgasm. Cy wiped the come from his hands and his cock onto the back of the seat in front of 
him. And, thinking himself unobserved, he let his limp and red dork hang out for a moment.

“Was it a good one?” came the voice from behind him. Cy didn’t think the question was 
addressed to him, so he made no reply.

“Hey, fairy boy,” came another deep male voice. “Did you spurt off good?”

Cy was beginning to fear the worst. But he made no gesture of having heard. Suddenly a 
firm hand grabbed his hair and pulled his head straight back.

Cy was as upside down as the man in the movie. And he was looking eye to eye with those
two rough traders who had been down a little in the row behind Cy. They had moved in right 
behind Cy as he was jerking off. They were after Cy, and poor Cy was now in some deep 
trouble.

“Let go of me damn it!” said Cy in a loud voice. Nobody even looked over, much less 
offered to help him. The few other people in the theatre were busy jacking off. No one cared 
about Cy’s ass.

“Answer us when we speak to you, fairy boy!” said one of the rough traders with a garlic 
breath that assaulted Cy’s nose and face.

“I’m no queer,” pleaded Cy, feeling as if his hair was about to be torn out. “Let me go and 
go roll a queen!”

“Every queen we meet gives us that old fairy line,” said the man whose grip was ripping on
Cy’s hair. “Can’tcha think of something better, fag ass?”

“I’m not gay!” pleaded Cy.

“Bullshit!” cursed the rough trader. He put a meaty hand over Cy’s mouth to gag him and 
the other man reached around Cy to grab his limp penis.

“You got a sticky little rod there, faggot,” said the second man. “What did ya do? Beat it off
over the guy’s nuts on the movie screen?” Cy’s terrified eyes drifted up to the screen. He saw 
the farm hand lying on the ground while the vixen was stamping on his back. Then the farm 
hand rolled over and the bitch kicked him right in the nuts. Such a kinky scene almost drew 
Cy’s attention completely away from his own plight.

“You better come with us, faggot,” said the first brute, giving a sharp yank to Cy’s hair.

Cy yelped with a piercing crack of his voice that could be heard throughout the theatre. 
But no one so much as looked up. The rough trader had a firm grip on his hair and dragged 
him to the aisle. Then the other man put his hand over Cy’s mouth and twisted his arm into a 
painful chicken wing position behind his back. It all happened so fast that Cy didn’t know what
was happening.

“little fart faced faggot,” muttered the man with a handful of Cy’s hair. Cy, still muffled by 
that hand in his mouth, was led to the men’s room. He was dragged in and the door was 
slammed shut behind him.

“Wha what do you want from me?” whined Cy. He knew trouble when he was in it. He had 
been yanked from his seat and dragged into the men’s room so fast that he never did have 
time to pull up his pants. He struggled with them but one of those beefy hands caught his 
arm and stopped him.

“Keep your cock out,” said the rough traders. “We want to see it.”

“Not much of a cock actually,” said the other brute. Cy was on his knees before them with 
his captive penis sadly dangling toward the floor.

“A pretty bad excuse for a penis,” said the first man staring right at it. “But it will have to 
do. You take what you can get when it comes to these queens.”

“Please,” Cy moaned again. “I’m not gay. Honest. I’m-” Fwop!

The larger of the two brutes, a big surly dude with greasy black hair and a heavy beard, 
walloped Cy across the mouth. Cy went backwards and cracked his head on a latrine. His skull 
ached mercilessly. His head seemed to be spinning. As he looked up, he was sure that there 
were ten or twenty of those rogues staring down at him. When his head stopped spinning he 
was relieved to find that there were only two.

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Only two. And they were both laughing. Cy with his pants down and having painfully 
cracked his head against the latrine was pretty funny stuff to them. Almost as funny as the 
boot in the gut that one of them dealt the fallen Cy.

“You better start stroking that noodle of yours, faggot,” snarled the smaller of the two, a 
big husky brute with short brown hair and an open shirt that revealed a hairy, muscular chest.

“But, I came,” said Cy.

“You better come again,” they said.

Cy stumbled to his knees and gently put his hand to his cock. It was rough and a little bit 
raw. The juice of his last come had encrusted his penis. But these cocks meant business. They 
wanted to watch him jack off. That’s probably what they were doing in the movie theatre to 
begin with.

Cy began to rub.. He didn’t rub hard since he was so nervous.

“Maybe this will convince you to stop farting around,” said one of the men. He reached to 
his pocket and pulled out a knife in its case. The man pushed a button on the handle and a 
gleaming five inch blade shot out. The blade drove an argument that Cy had a tough time 
answering back.

“You stroke that thing or I’ll cut it off and chew on it,” said the man with the knife. And 
then a big gleaming toothy smile broke across his face, almost as if he really would have liked 
to cut it off and chew it more than watch Cy jack off. Cy imagined those big sadistic teeth 
chomping on his poor severed wang and he stroked a bit harder. But Cy had a problem. He 
wasn’t erecting. It was too soon after his last come.

“Having trouble getting hard, fairy?” growled the one with the knife. “This’ll help!”

The man unbuttoned his pants, unzipped his fly and let the pants slide down. Cy couldn’t 
help looking. The man had a huge, uncircumcised penis. And it was erecting.

Cy had rarely seen all that foreskin on a cock. Even in his career as a peeper he hadn’t seen
anything quite like this. And now, in the men’s room of a cheap movie theatre, a big 
unclipped wang was staring him right in the eye.

“See. There it goes,” said the other man, the larger of the two. “He’s popping up!”

Cy looked down. Indeed. The sight of that big unclipped wang was doing things to his 
own cock. Like it was making it hard. His own penis felt funny, almost as if it were erecting in 
fear or in humiliation rather than in sexual excitement.

“Well, fairy! Come on! Stroke it!” The man pointed the knife right at Cy. Cy’s hand was 
having extreme difficulty keeping still. So he reached down and took his penis and began to 
rub it more in caresses than in the swift, bold jerking thrusts that would make him jack off.

“We’ll have to jerk off the little fart ourselves,” said the larger man. “Fuck his ass!”

“No! No! I’ll do it!” shrieked Cy. But no dice. It was too late. The men were pulling him to 
the ground. The larger one pinned him down. The other one held the knife in his teeth and 
took both hands to Cy’s nuts. Surprisingly, and in a weird sort of way, Cy liked it.

Yes, he liked it. After the initial fear, he liked the feel of another man’s rough hands on his 
cock. Cy’s own wrists were tired and if these brutes wanted to do all the work to make Cy 
come, well, who was Cy to complain. After all, he’d orgasm, wouldn’t he?

So Cy lay back on the bathroom floor and relaxed. He glanced down at the big rough 
trader with the knife in his teeth. He was a big brute and he sure as hell was hung with a 
mighty unclipped wang, himself. The mere thought of having seen the man’s hooded snake 
turned Cy on. It turned him on so much that his cock erected to full length and, when the 
unclipped man stroked it, it felt as if it would come.

“He’s getting bigger,” Mr. Unclipped barked to his accomplice. Meanwhile, Cy had his eyes
closed and was fully relaxed. He was merely riding the waves. He thought again of the 
unclipped dork. He thought of this man erecting his unclipped dork and mounting the 
red-haired girl who lived across the alley from Cy. Now that was exciting!

Cy imagined the girl kicking and screaming at the sight of the hooded one-eyed snake. 
She was kicking and screaming in delight of course and Cy imagined watching her from the 
window as she took the worm first in her mouth and then in her greedy wet pussy.

Wow! Cy imagined this unclipped rough trader fucking the redhead. Cy knew he’d have to 
jerk off over something like that. And such a thought made his ball juice climb up the shaft for
one more of the countless times it had and would follow that route.

“Shit!” thought Cy with his eyes closed in the glory of the moment. “I’m gonna come in 
that guy’s face.”

“Watch him!” muttered the unclipped one through the knife in his mouth. “He’s gonna 
blow!”

“Harder!” moaned Cy. “Please! Harder!”

“I’ll belt the ooze out of him snarled , the rough trader with the unclipped wang. And he 
started to batter Cy’s penis with brisk slaps from one hand and then the other. Cy grunted and
groaned. But his wang continued on its merry way. And with both of the rough traders 
watching it closely, Cy, pinned to the dirty bathroom floor and with his pants down to his 
knees, came hard.

As soon as the man with the knife saw the come beginning to spurt, he dropped the knife 
to the floor and took Cy’s penis into his mouth like a straw. And he sucked! He sucked hard! 
And Cy’s very essence spurted up into the man’s mouth.

The trader sucked it all out and swallowed it. “Shit!” thought Cy, fully expended. “I wonder 
why I tried to resist that.”

“There’s no drink like a good suck of come,” muttered the trader who had sucked off Cy. 
Cy didn’t really understand why he had sucked him off, but he wasn’t asking questions either. 
Cy had never let his prick into a man’s mouth before. He rather liked it, a fact that began to 
bother Cy just a bit.

Cy was even surprised that he had come in the guy’s mouth. After all, just the feel of lips 
on his penis brought back some real bad memories, memories that he preferred not to go 
back to while lying on that men’s room floor.

“Stupid little Faggot,” said the big nasty rough trader who had held Cy down.

Cy looked up at him. The greasy-haired brute looked down and spit. It hit Cy right in the 
eye.

“Hey!” bellowed Cy. He was too content in the afterglow of being sucked off to take 
treatment like that. Cy began to struggle to his feet. But the greasy one brought a knee hard 
into Cy’s face which sent him absolutely reeling back to those latrines. Again he walloped his 
head against the porcelain. And this time the lights went out for a few minutes.

The next thing Cy knew, the rough traders were gone. Cy was lying on the floor with his 
pants still open at the crotch. His upper back and head were braced in one latrine and there 
was an obvious queen taking a whiz into the latrine right next to Cy. Cy stared at the long 
yellow stream from the fag’s plump penis.

“You better not let the manager catch you in here like this,” chirped the faggot. “He’ll have 
you busted. He’s a real prick!”

Cy looked up, trying to figure out where he was and how he had gotten into this most 
compromising position. Suddenly he remembered. And his head began to ache. Oh, how it 
ached And the faggot was still staring down at him.

“I mean it, fella,” said the mincing teased-haired queen as he buttoned up his fly on his red
velvet pants. “If you want to exhibit go over to the park where the cops’ll let you alone. Do it 
here and the manager will have you busted.”

The fag minced to a sink and washed his hands. He glanced at Cy through the mirror 
above the sinks.

“I mean it, guy,” he said, drying his hands and looking at Cy who was just able to 
comprehend again. “I mean it. Don’t exhibit in here if you know what’s good for you.”

Cy gave a weak nod as the queen cruised out. Then Cy looked to his exposed genitals and 
knew what the fag was chirping about. Cy pushed the whole mass back into his pants and 
zipped up for privacy. This had been a rough night in the theatre. Next time he’d stay home 
and jerk off in safety.

Cy wobbled to his feet. He was afraid those rough traders would appear again as soon as 
he tried to leave the theatre. But they didn’t Cy wandered out and lurched through the lobby 
and out into the street. It would be a long walk to his own apartment. A bus ride would be 
long, too. So he hailed a cab and plopped himself down in the cab’s back seat.

It took fifteen minutes to get home. Cy staggered back into his apartment. He locked the 
door behind him and collapsed on the bed with the lights still on. The happy end of a busy 
evening? Not a chance.

Cy was awakened two hours later. His prick was hard and he heard a woman shrieking.





CHAPTER NINE


Cy thought he was just having one of his usual weird dreams when the cries of the woman 
intruded upon his light sleep. But when he opened his eyes and the screams were still wafting 
in the window, he knew it was for real.

He also knew it was the red-haired girl. He knew the tone of her voice.

The screams stopped. Cy went to the window of his darkened bathroom. He looked across
the alley. Sure enough, it was Miss Redhead. She was naked-as were two men in her 
apartment.

Cy was sleepy still so his first instinct was to call the police. But then he decided on a 
second look, a closer peep you might say.

Cy left his ground floor apartment through the window. He crept in the manner he had 
perfected and slipped through the back courtyard shadows to the girl’s window. And he 
peeped in.

The girl was naked on the bed. One man was holding her legs apart. The other man was 
climbing on top of her. She was being forced to have sex with these two brutes. Cy thought of
calling the cops again, but his prick got hard. Real hard. Real hard!

Cy liked the idea of intercourse with the redhead, forced or otherwise. The girl tried to kick
and push at the men trying to fuck her. But they were big hairy brutes and the girl’s naked 
and delicate little defenses were hardly noticed by the big muscle-bound fuckers.

Cy’s wang got harder. There was really no choice but to unzip his fly and let his one-eyed 
trouser snake come out free and hard, hard as a rock.

Cy stroked it. He was dog tired and his cock had come twice already, both times under 
bizarre circumstances. But watching the redhead getting fucked against her will was too much
of a turn on for Cy. He had to jerk himself off again.

The big brute was mounting the girl. Cy could see the man’s erection. It was hard and blue
veined and pointing upward like the long nozzle of a hose. Cy stood on his tiptoes as he 
stroked his cock.

On tiptoes, Cy could see the man’s penis pushing right against the crack of flesh beneath 
the girl’s red bush. Her legs were spread wide, held that way by the other man. The head of 
the penis found its way into the wet crack. And the whole staff soon followed.

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“Oooooh,” moaned the girl as the long stem slipped into her. She resisted no more. The 
second man released her legs. She arched her back to press her cunt hard to the man’s crotch.
And she wrapped her legs around his lower trunk. Her hips rotated to get the feel of that long
dork all around the inner spots of her pussy. She motioned faster and faster with her hips and 
cunt. The man clamped his hands on her ass, one palm holding tight to each cheek of her 
buttocks.

She felt the penis pushing hard against all the walls of her cunt. It felt delicious in there. 
And just the same felt Cy’s cock in his hand as the palm and ring of fingers worked his staff to 
the bursting point.

“Oh, shit!” she moaned. “Oh, shit. Shit! SHIT!” She was yelping in the blissful anticipation of
her orgasm. “Harder!” she gasped. “Much harder!”

The man’s frenzied ass bobbed up and down like a jack hammer belting away at a slab of 
concrete. Her voice raised to yelps again and then it happened. She felt the hard cock within 
her explode with its warm hot white seeds. The deep down feeling of joy in her cunt sent her 
soaring over the brink of orgasm. She howled with delight as her pelvic thrusts shot through 
her whole body.

Cy was hardly left out. He watched closely and came to a hard climax. His semen shot out 
of his hose particularly hard for a third come and hit the brick wall of the building.

Cy closed his eyes when he came and for the first time imagined that it was actually he 
who was fucking the girl. Yes, Cy was fucking her! Cy knew he’d some way have to break in 
there and rape that girl to attain himself someday. For now, though, jacking off would do.

When Cy looked up again, the man was dismounting and the girl was starting to yell 
again. The reason was simple. The second man had placed a hollow dildo over his penis and 
was climbing on top of the girl.

“Not that!” she shouted. “No! Not that!”

Indeed! The dildo was a bizarre instrument of the toughest rubber. And it was coated with 
bristling and rasping spikes. They were little spikes, no more than half an inch each in length.

But it was strapped over his dork and it was heading into her wet cunt. She yelped again 
with fear and then howled in both pain and delight when that spiked monster came pricking 
and jabbing into her cunt.

She wrapped her legs around the second man with the same desire and drive that she had
for the first. But her face and her voice was twisted now in anguish as well as bliss. How. she 
howled! How that awful spiked pseudo-penis tore and hurt in her poor defenseless and naked
cunt.

Cy’s penis didn’t know what to do. The sight of that spiked dildo going in was definitely 
enough to arouse him. But then again he didn’t like seeing and hearing the redhead getting 
hurt.

So he shoved his dripping rubbery cock back into his pants. He zipped up and went 
slinking through the shadows back to his apartment window. He could hear the groans and 
yelps of the redhead all the way back. He climbed into his window and shut it.

Cy was exhausted. This had been some night and he now sincerely hoped it was over. He 
turned off all the lights, took the phone off the hook, and fell down asleep naked on his bed. 
He was asleep in minutes.

Two flights up, the light was going on in Mrs. Jenkins’ apartment. Billy was spending the 
night with Auntie.

*

Cy was still pleasantly exhausted the next day from his three hard comes of the previous 
evening. Consequently, he decided to retire early and forego his usual nocturnal activities. He 
pulled off his clothes, briefly admired the noble piece of equipment dangling between his 
muscular thighs, and stripped back the blanket of his bed. He then slowly slipped his long 
naked body between the sheets which were delightfully cool against his naked flesh. Turning 
onto his stomach he switched off the light and closed his eyes.

“What the fuck is this?” he said aloud in disgust.

It was exactly that. His tender member had come into contact with a huge, crusty come 
stain. Stale, yellowish splotches were not uncommon to Cy’s sheets. Considering the fact that 
Cy changed his bed every three weeks, a goodly accumulation of dried come was to be 
expected along about the second week. Unfortunately, this particular residue was right where 
Cy’s one-eyed trouser snake normally slept. Cy was so uncomfortable that he was forced to 
get out of bed and change his sheets. It would be more accurate to say sheet. For Cy enjoyed 
the rancid smell of his previous emissions and could not sleep on completely fresh linen. As 
was his custom, he made the old top sheet the new bottom sheet and only replaced the old 
bottom sheet. When he had completed this maneuver, he again crawled into bed and turned 
on his stomach. This time his prick was quite content. He and Cy slowly drifted into the sweet 
oblivion second only to self abuse. All of a sudden he Was viciously awakened by strange 
sounds above his head. When he had fully regained his senses, he recognized them as loud 
thuds as if something were being struck against the floor of the overhead apartment.

Cy tried to ignore the noise and pulled the pillow over his head. Yet even as he did so, the 
thuds grew louder and greater in number. They penetrated right through his pillow. Suddenly,
he sat erect in his bed. He could stand no more of this uncalled for aggravation. He was the 
superintendent and there was only one thing to do: jerk off. Though he was tired and even 
sexually satisfied, it required less effort to jerk himself to sleep than to quiet his raucous 
neighbors. Besides, he knew that the noisy apartment belonged to the three young sexists he 
had had the pleasure of observing in action. He didn’t wish to spoil his chances of witnessing 
their games in the future.

He assumed his favorite prone position of whacking off. Lying on his back, he brought his 
heels as close to his crotch as possible. This tightened his leg muscles and made them sore 
while he masturbated. The resulting pain sweetened the pleasure of his ejaculation. He 
lovingly fondled his limp prick with his left hand. He gave it the normal two or three quick 
jerks which usually were enough to cause his obedient tool to spring to attention. However, 
tonight the tired root would not obey. Try as he might, Cy could not spill life into his 
companion. But Cy was not one to give up. He might lose the battle but never the war. The 
noise above continued. Now he could hear heavy rock music as well. The walls seemed to 
pulsate in time to the deep bass rhythms. It was time to call in reinforcement.

Cy climbed out of bed for the second time that night and went over to the medicine 
cabinet. He opened it and surveyed the selection of visual aids he had assembled.

“Let’s see,” he debated. “I’m sick of vaseline and I’m all out of that great liquid bird shit 
stuff Stu brought back from Morocco. I’ve got it!”

With that, Cy reached up and took down a large white jar with a pink top. On the label in 
light green letters was printed the word “Cold Cream.” Cy smiled in anticipation. He hadn’t 
used the magic cleanser since last Christmas Eve. That was when he felt alone and depressed. 
All the tenants were out partying and there was no one to watch while he masturbated. 
Consequently, he invented an ingenious device. He had read somewhere that some guy had 
cored an apple, filled the hole with whipped cream, and rammed his dick into it. The idea was 
to fuck the apple until you came. At the time, Cy was all out of whipped cream and the stores 
were closed for the holidays. But resourceful Cy found a better than adequate substitute. He 
used cold cream instead. He stuffed the cored apple with the cream and stuck his prick into 
the creamy coolness. Using the apple as he would his hand, Cy had experienced one of the 
most exciting emissions ever. He came four times that night and never needed a new apple. 
He only had to change the cream after every ejaculation. But Cy had never used the apple 
trick since that delightful evening. Using a fruit had made him feel like a pervert.

So tonight he would use only his ever talented left hand. He unscrewed the lid from the jar
and took out the cool white cream with his fingers. Lying back in bed, he cradled his soft stem 
in the softer cream. Slowly, he began to rub the cream onto his prick. It wasn’t long before his 
member began to fill with blood. Like some lithe slender animal, his cock began to quiver and 
dance. Covered in white, it rose from his belly and got bigger and harder. Finally, it stood 
above his belly the full eight inches of fine full flesh. Cy toyed with himself lovingly. This was 
the moment he loved best, next to coming of course; the moment of complete extension.

As was his custom, he now turned his eyes toward the full length mirror on the wall 
opposite his bed. He began to rub his root more briskly. He paused briefly to add more cream
to his cock. He was now just short of climaxing. Stopping his wrist movement, waves of 
passion passed over him. He forced himself not to come in order to prolong his pleasure. But 
he had gone too far. The long streams of sperm spurted upward against his command. His 
head reeling in ecstasy, he grabbed his stiff dick and jerked himself dry. The last drops of his 
juice dribbled out and commingled with the remaining cold cream. His erection subsided and 
nestled gently into its soft bed of pubic hair.

Cy was jerked out of his euphoric haze by more thumping on the floor above.

“Goddamnmotherfuckingassholebastards,” he shrieked as he leaped from his bed, really 
pissed off now. He’d wasted a grand J.O. Now he’d never get to sleep. There was only one 
course left open for him. Cy put his clothes back on, fastened his ring of apartment keys to his
belt, and stalked up the staircase to the apartment above his.

When he got to the apartment, he banged on the door with his fist which was still moist 
with cold cream. Receiving no answer, he banged harder.

“Cocksuckers can’t hear me with all that music blasting their fuckin’ ears off.”

He found the proper key and tried to open the door. He turned the key and pushed 
against the door. The door remained shut.

“Shit. I was sure that was the right key,” he thought.

He then tried each of the other fifteen keys he had on the ring. None of them worked. 
Meanwhile, the noise from inside the apartment grew steadily louder. Cy thought he heard 
moans and what sounded like sighs. At last he tried the key he’d tried first. The door swung 
open easily.

“Dammit to hell,” he swore. The shithole door must have been open to begin with.”

Having penetrated the fortress, Cy marched right in. The sight before him was astounding. 
The room was in semidarkness. A strobe light flashed in one corner. Red and green naked 
bulbs were placed at various points about the room. Cy was temporarily blinded. Slowly his 
eyes adjusted to the light. At the same time, he became aware of the pungent odor of incense.
He also smelled the unmistakable sweet aroma of marijuana. The blaring acid rock numbed 
his ears. With this threefold attack on his senses, Cy felt as if he were entering that twilight 
area between waking and sleeping. The area where all sense perception seems inordinately 
sharp and strangely dulled at the same time.

In this state of stupefaction, Cy took careful note of what was going on around him. His 
bleary eyes first rested on the cause of the thuds which had first caused him to awaken. In the 
corner which was located directly above his bed, he saw a young girl doing a handstand. To 
his excitement, she was completely naked. Her body was small but excellently proportioned. 
As Cy stared harder, and his cold creamed cock grew harder, he made out other forms in the 
semidarkness.

Kneeling on a chair which placed him above the girl was an elegantly attired middle-aged 
gentleman. Cy had trouble discerning the colors but knew the man wore a mod, tight body 
shirt, hip-hugger bellbottoms, and patent leather pumps which glistened each time the strobe
light beamed on them. An apache scarf was around his neck. Cy couldn’t see the man’s face 
for more than an instant. This was not because of the poor lighting but because of the man’s 
singular preoccupation. In his kneeling position upon the chair, he was particularly well 
positioned to lick the young girl’s delicious honey well. This the man was doing with relish. 
Save for an occasional stopping for breath, the man’s face was buried in the girl’s soft mound 
of pubic hair. Cy knew the man’s tongue was busily caressing, licking, and flicking the girl’s 
clitoris.





CHAPTER TEN


From all appearances, the man was doing his work well. In fact, he was the cause of Cy’s 
insomnia. His cunnilingual activity seemed to cause the sheerest delight in the young girl. For 
as he tongued her, she beat her hands against the floor with great ferocity. Cy was amazed 
how she could do this without losing her balance. He was even more surprised when he 
noticed what else was going on in that corner.

As the flashily dressed tonguer did his duty, the girl herself was far from idle. Sitting in 
front of her face was a young man. Cy moved further into the room to get a better view of 
these intriguing goings on. He noticed that the boy had a huge shit-eating grin on his face. 
And no wonder. Being blown by a naked girl standing on her head must have been quite a 
treat.

“That girl is simply incredible,” mused Cy as he watched with growing excitement.

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The boy had pressed the girl’s face against his rather small, five inches or so, but thick 
prick. She was unable to move her head, of course, but made up for this incapacity by doing 
unbelievable things with her tongue. She licked every part of his crotch. She licked his scrotum
and then mouthed his balls one at a time. She then tongued the entire area of his cock. 
Beginning with the stem and slowly gliding upward, she lubricated the entire surface with 
saliva. Finally, after sticking the tip of her small pink tongue into the orifice on the tip of his 
rigid prong, she greedily sucked the entire rod into her awaiting mouth. Her lips sucked him in
and out, in and out. The shiny prick glistened in the flashes from the strobe light.

Cy felt himself getting stiffer and stiffer. He knew he couldn’t wait much longer before he 
would have to jerk off. He watched as the boy stiffened in the triumph of climax. In the unreal 
atmosphere it seemed as if the boy were coming for a full three minutes. The juice filled the 
girl’s tiny mouth and spilled out about the edges. Her whole mouth swelled with the quantity 
and force of the ejaculation. When the boy receded from the temple of his offering, the girl’s 
lips, shiny with sperm, formed a smile. In an instant the boy was gone and had been replaced 
by an older boy with a bigger prick. He assumed the same position and the girl recommenced
the same series of tongue caresses. Only this time she was unable to take the entire cock into 
her mouth and had to content herself with sucking the large, well shaped head.

All during this time, the girl remained in her hand stand position. Cy checked to see if the 
man was still busy with her cunt.

“I’ll be blown. He’s still up there licking and chewing away like there’s no tomorrow. Looks 
like the guy hasn’t eaten in weeks,” thought Cy.

Just then, Cy saw a young naked shape approaching. In the flashing light he saw she was a
stunning blonde of about thirty. Her fresh face was devoid of makeup and her features were 
of the classic cut. Her smooth golden hair hung down her back and stopped at the uppermost
part of her tight little asshole.

“Come in,” she said in a sultry tone.

Suiting her actions to her words, she unzipped Cy’s fly. Cy was too shocked and excited to 
raise any protest. What he did raise, however, was his straining eight incher. Having been hard
for some time, it sprang out of his pants with a will of its own. The sight of the large, engorged
dick drove the temptress into a frenzy of lust. She leaped on Cy like a primal monkey. 
Wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, she forced his manhood into her grasping cunt. All
eight inches disappeared instantly.

Cy was almost insensible with excitement. He couldn’t even think about the fact that he 
was actually participating in the sex act and not merely observing it. He concentrated all his 
energy on standing up. This was no small task as the girl was thrusting and panting violently; 
straining to drain his come juice from him. She rode him as she would a horse. His big prick 
slipped in and out of her incredibly roomy crevice. She was so wet and creamy that Cy knew 
he would come in a very few moments..

And Cy came. God, did he come. He hadn’t had such a good come since he’d watched 
Delbert the dog thrust his mammoth tongue up Lois’ cunt. Cy felt as if he’d never stop 
shooting his molten jets into the lovely creature perched on the end of his pusher. The girl 
was wholly uninhibited. She thrashed and screamed as Cy poured streams of life into her 
dripping box. She threw her blonde hair from side to side with unbelievable force. Gradually, 
she rode easier as Cy completed his ejaculation and began the withdrawal. The girl carefully 
slid her legs down Cy’s and stood up next to him.

“Thanks,” she breathed huskily. “That’s the best fuck I’ve had in a half-hour. listen, I’ve got 
a reward for you. Let’s sit down and rest a bit.”

They sat down together and Cy began to recover his senses. The lights, music, and smells 
were still present but Cy began to get used to them. He felt himself become part of the whole 
atmosphere. He breathed deeply and contentedly.

“Here,” said the girl as she handed Cy a joint.

She lit it for him and he inhaled deeply. He held the drag as long as he could and exhaled. 
Very little smoke escaped. Cy was quite familiar with grass and with its effects. When watching 
his tenants perform, he’d often heighten the moment of orgasm by priming himself with some
pot beforehand. Being high on sound, light, and smell already, it wasn’t long before the grass 
began to take its delicious effect. Cy felt light and completely relaxed. He felt his senses begin 
to slip. Suddenly, his body tensed. He knew something was happening to him but his slow 
senses couldn’t tell exactly what. It was only when he looked between his legs that he knew.

“Strange,” he thought to himself. “My black pubic hairs have all turned blonde. Jesus, 
they’re moving.”

At the same time he felt his cock begin to stiffen. He couldn’t figure out exactly what was 
happening and then he realized. He moaned with pleasure and lay back on the wooden floor. 
The blonde between his legs continued sucking and nibbling his now fully extended phallus. 
He watched with pleasure as her head bobbed up and down, his prick pressed firmly between 
her lips wet with saliva. The delicious combination of the marijuana high and erection induced 
by practiced lips sent Cy close to delirium. However, he retained enough consciousness to 
place the palms of his hands gently on the blonde’s cheeks in order to stop her delectable 
mouth movements. “Stop,” murmured Cy.

“What’s the matter,” whispered the blonde. “Don’t you like it?”

“No, no, I love it, I love it. It’s just-”

“Just what?”

“I, I might come in your mouth.”

“Don’t worry about that. I want you to. It’s got a groovy taste.”

So saying, she popped his prick back into her warm hungry mouth and again began to 
slide her lips up and down the top half of his cock. At the same time, she grasped the bottom 
four inches firmly in her hand and began the jerking motion he loved so well. Yet being jerked 
off by this girl was somehow more pleasurable than his self-stimulation. She was far more 
gentle, loving, tender. He again succumbed to a state of semi-comatose.

It was not at all strange that Cy had attempted to prevent the obliging young blonde from
causing him to come into her mouth. Many years ago, he’d been brutally trained to control his
ejaculation during a blow-job. The three bitchy shrews who had introduced him to 
non-voyeuristic sex used to stimulate him with their mouths when his erectile powers flagged. 
But they were very strict in their instructions. Under no circumstances was he to permit himself
to come in their mouths. He obeyed because he knew the shrews always made good their 
cruel threats. But finally the inevitable happened. His favorite cunt was so exciting as she 
sucked the head of his cock that he could resist temptation no longer. He came like a fire hose
and filled her mouth with his hot thick come before she could jerk her head from his. She 
gagged, choked, spit the sperm all over the room, and vomited before she reached the 
bathroom.

Punishment was severe. The bitches were strictly hetero and never went in big for 
sado-masochism save for sporadic scratching and biting. But the bitches were bright. One 
even had a graduate degree in social work. First they made him lick his sperm from the floor 
and swallow it. Cy felt so sick he thought this fitting punishment for his foolishness. But no. Cy
had gotten pleasure from pouring his juices into a fresh, hot mouth. And Cy was not 
supposed to get pleasure. Well, yes, he could have some pleasure but only incidental to the 
joy of the bitches. Cy had to pay the price of pleasure.

The bitches next forced him to eat the vomit from the floor. Cy tried to refuse but the 
three powerful dominating females grabbed him and forced his face into the loathsome 
liquid. As he sucked the stuff into his mouth, he himself grew nauseous. The woman had eaten
beef stew for lunch and the large chunks of meat, potatoes, carrots, and onions had not had a
chance to decompose. Consequently, Cy had to eat a second meal. The unmerciful ladies 
made him chew every bit of the thick gruel-like vomit and swallow it down. As he began to 
gasp with horror at the stench of the puke against his nose and its horrible touch against his 
tongue and the insides of his mouth, he began to dry retch as well. The shrews warned him 
that if he should vomit, he’d have to start all over again and have a third lunch of beef stew. 
Cy controlled his disgust. But the bitch into whose mouth he had so unwisely come was not 
satisfied.

There was one thing Cy hated more than anything in the world: spinach. He became 
slightly ill at the mere thought of the squishy green substance. The crafty bitch knew this (she 
was the one with the graduate degree in social work). She promptly went into the kitchen and 
returned with an ample supply of spinach. This she crammed up her cunt. This time Cy was 
ready. He made a desperate leap for the open window, seven stories above the pavement, but
the vengeful sluts were too quick for him. They pushed his vomit splattered face against the 
grasping green cunt.

When his head was properly positioned, the bitch wrapped her legs tightly around poor 
Cy’s neck and pushed his face halfway into her spinach crack.

“Eat,” the three harpies chanted in unison. “Eat, eat, eat.”

And Cy ate. And he ate, and he ate, and he ate. The stink of dry come, her grape douche, 
and the repulsive spinach were too much for Cy. With his mouth stuffed full of cunt hair and 
spinach, the young man blacked out.

This entire ugly scene from his past rushed through Cy’s mind in an instant when the 
blonde at his belly had begun to blow him. This is why he had instinctively stopped her before
he could come. But this beautiful blonde with the persuasive lips was not one of the cruel 
furies of his former life as a heterosexual. This was a caring, sensitive individual who had asked
him to come in her mouth almost as if it would be a favor to her. Cy didn’t have to be asked 
twice.

It wasn’t long after the blonde had resumed her sucking of Cy’s throbbing dick that she 
got what she wanted. Cy gave the warning moan she well knew. It meant that the man in her 
mouth was about to pour out his libation. Cy was no exception to the rule. His warm sticky 
jelly spurted onto her teeth and tongue. But there wasn’t such a great quantity this time. It 
was too soon after coming into the blonde’s commanding cunt and Cy’s normally ample 
supply of come was somewhat diminished. The blonde didn’t appear disappointed. She drank 
it down in a jiffy.

“So tasty,” she commented. “Never deny your women this pleasure. Your semen is so 
sweet. It’s not as thick as most and slides down the throat real easy. Got more for momma?”

Cy smiled and shook his head sadly. He would have liked to oblige but was just too tired. 
Even when the blond tried to lick life into his shriveled instrument, he could not erect. In spite 
of how much he’d enjoyed himself, he’d have to refrain from active sex until his batteries 
recharged. The blonde smiled sympathetically, gave his humble cock a parting kiss, and 
merged into the darkness in search of fresh flesh.

Even though he couldn’t participate, Cy could certainly observe. Besides, it wasn’t so long 
ago, about an hour in fact, when Cy thought he’d never do anything other than observe. Now 
that the pleasures of participation had been reawakened in the innermost depths of his lusty 
soul, he struggled to overcome his ingrained voyeuristic tendencies. For the moment, he 
struggled in vain. He peered into the surrounding semidarkness.

In the corner opposite the one in which the girl stood on her head, Cy spied the tenants of
the apartment. They were up to their usual tricks. Carl had his massive member well up 
Wendy’s cunt, it’s usual dwelling place. Freddy, the bi-sexual, had his thin but long cock in it’s 
favorite position. It was particularly well suited to the fine art of buggering. Cy was intrigued. 
The threesome knew each other inside and out and were consequently quite proficient at this 
bit of sexual gymnastics. Cy was transfixed by Wendy’s facial expressions. Never before in his 
extensive career as a professional peeper had he witnessed such pure sexual abandon. To say 
that Wendy was in ecstasy would be gross understatement and do serious injustice to the 
talents of Carl and Fred. Intrigued, Cy unconsciously moved in closer for a clearer view of the 
action. He just couldn’t stop staring at Wendy’s face even though he knew that to stare is bad 
manners. Wendy’s entire face was screwed up in an expression of exquisite pain. But Cy could 
tell it was really one of pleasure. By now he was close enough to hear the sex chatter.

“Harder, Fred, harder.” Wendy moaned.

Fred immediately obeyed and began to power his tool rapidly in and out of Wendy’s cute 
little buttocks. Cy could tell that Wendy’s ass was well used to this sort of treatment. The 
sphincter muscles were well toned. Her cheeks tugged and sucked at Fred’s cock as he 
plunged and prodded savagely. Meanwhile, Carl was hard at work with his hole. Cy felt as if he
were watching two miners who were trying to reach each other through a wall of the mine.

Carl and Fred worked in unison. As Fred thrust, so would Carl. They would withdraw 
simultaneously and fuck forward as if on a pre-arranged signal. The threesome were a 
veritable perpetual motion sex machine. But all good things must come to an end and there’s 
no such thing as perpetual motion, especially where sex is concerned.

All of a sudden, Wendy threw her head back violently and gasped and moaned. Cy knew 
that Fred and Carl were pouring their fuck into her cunt and ass at the same time. Cy found 
himself regretting the fact somewhat that he hadn’t a cunt so that he could experience for 
himself this twofold delight. Nevertheless, he experienced it vicariously. It was almost as if the 
hot spurts were pouring into his quivering bum and an imaginary hole where his now 
hardening rod was located. At this point, the menage broke apart. Wendy smiled seductively 
at Cy whose face was no further than six inches from Wendy’s fuck-dripping cunt.

“If you don’t mind being sloppy seventeenths, you’re welcome to help yourself,” she said 
slowly inserting her middle finger into her moist mound. Then she recognized him.

“Why, Cy, I didn’t know it was you. What’s wrong, are we overdue on our rent or 
something? Is the music too loud?”

Cy was naturally very shy and couldn’t find his voice. Here was a gorgeous naked girl with 
hard nipples, heaving belly, and come dropping from her slit asking him about the rent.

“I, I, I, no there’s no. I mean I,” he stuttered.

He was particularly embarrassed because he was so stoned that he had forgotten to put 
his prick back in his pants. As a consequence, there he stood fully clothed yet with a giant 
erection sticking up at a forty-five degree angle from his fly.

Wendy could tell that Cy was uncomfortable. She wanted to be nice and also thought Cy 
might be more lenient on collecting late rent than he had been in the past.

“Listen, why not stay awhile and make yourself at home. After all, this really is your home 
anyway. Make yourself comfortable.”

She made him sit down and brought him a refreshing ice-cold beer. All this time, Cy’s 
eight inches waved alluringly in front of Wendy. As Cy chugged his beer, he noticed out of the
corner of his eye that Fred and Carl were indulging in a bit of sixty-nine. But he couldn’t look 
for long. Before he knew it, Wendy was easing herself down into his lap. This was quite a full 
evening for Cy. Apparently, Wendy was somewhat anally fixated. She grasped Cy’s rigid rod 
and guided it expertly into her ass. It slid in effortlessly having been pre-lubricated by an 
ample supply of Fred’s slick come.

Wendy completed penetration by sitting down firmly on the rock hard prick. She then 
placed her carefully manicured hands on each of Cy’s thighs. She began to raise and lower 
herself up and down on the fleshy dildo as Cy tried to nonchalantly sip his beer. He felt the 
frenzied sucking of Wendy’s talented bumhole that he had watched just a moment ago. It was
unlike anything he had experienced before. It was kind of a combination of cunt and mouth. 
Cy was enjoying himself immensely. So was Wendy. She had very strong arms and jarred Cy 
each time she lowered herself forcefully into his lap. He watched closely as his well 
proportioned prick slid in and out of Wendy’s ass.

Cy knew he would not come for quite awhile. This always happened after he had had sex 
five or six times. Wendy didn’t seem to mind this fact. She moaned and groaned, lifted and 
dropped without ever pausing for breath. Suddenly, Cy had a brainstorm. There was still about
half a bottle of beer remaining. He shook the bottle while covering the top with his thumb. 
Still holding the top with his thumb, he worked his arms around the throbbing form in his lap. 
Finally, he was in position. He poised the bottle just inches from Wendy’s cunt still wet with 
Carl’s come. Wendy never noticed this clever maneuver because her eyes were tightly shut. 
She was completely absorbed with the long rubbery object in her anal canal.

Tenderly, Cy parted the lips of Wendy’s cute little cunt. He slowly worked the mouth of the 
bottle into her wet hole.

“This should be the douche of her life,” chuckled Cy as he took his thumb away from the 
mouth of the bottle.

Half a bottle of ice-cold beer whooshed into Wendy’s slit. Her ass automatically contracted
and the increased pressure caused Cy to come.

“God, I’m coming, I’m coming,” shouted Wendy so loudly that it could be heard above the 
scream of acid rock. She bounced up and down with final frenzy as Cy spewed forth the last of
his jelly-glue into her churning buttocks.

“Man, that was good, but grandpa, what cold come you have.”

Cy chortled to himself at having pulled a fast one on the little lady. Wendy got off his lap, 
rather slid off, and took his hand.

“Let me show you around,” she said.

This was a switch for Cy. He’d never before been led to watch others engage in 
unspeakable acts. He’d always had to be careful that there was no one watching the 
watcher-like a vice cop, for instance. And now he had this gorgeous guide whom he had just 
buttfucked.

She led him past sights he’d already seen. The handstanding girl was now kneeling in front
of the elegantly attired gentleman who had seated himself in a wicker chair. Her head was 
pressed in his lap and Cy knew that her mouth was not idle. Carl and Fred had finished their 
sixty-nine and resting up for the return of their beloved Wendy. His old friend of the long 
blonde hair was just assuming the female superior position on a large, well-hung German 
shepherd who could only have been Delbert.

“Imagine the nerve of these people to have an orgy and to invite Delbert and not me,” 
thought the insulted former voyeur. He squinted and saw a scene with two big bullies and a 
belt and dildo. They plunged it into another man’s asshole, and did a job on him-and then 
they saw Cy, watching.

The other man was naked and his cock was limp and sticky as he removed the dildo from 
it. He was about to take it to wash it in the bathroom when the other man, the one in the 
leather jacket grabbed it from him.

“We can still use this,” said the bully with the belt. “A good sticking dildo is just what the 
punk here needs.”

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The hollow end of the dildo was stuck into Cy’s face. The silk stocking was pulled out of his
mouth and the hollow end of the dildo was pushed into his mouth. It stunk horribly!

Cy’s hair was grabbed by the big brute’s other hand. His head was tilted back and the 
hollowed end of the dildo was pressed against his mouth so hard that his lips wrapped 
around it.

Suddenly Cy knew what he was supposed to do. The come from within that spiked dildo 
would trickle down into his mouth and he would be required to swallow it. The thought 
nauseated him and turned his stomach. He felt like he’d barf. In fact, he almost did.

But that come from within the dildo was soon at his tongue. It slid into his mouth in a 
sticky, warm mass, a mass which was bland and yet salty on his tongue.

The whole mass of the man’s come slid to Cy’s tongue. Again, Cy had no choice. The seeds
were hot on his tongue and very uncomfortable in his mouth. To spit them out would be to 
invite these huge cocksuckers to kick his nuts in. So Cy swallowed the come, like a good 
obedient slave, exactly what he was at that moment. And then, moments later, he gained 
control.

“We’ll see who’s humble around here,” said Cy. “Strip!”

The sadists turned pale.

“Strip!” Cy repeated. No motion from the huge hulks followed. So Cy clicked back the 
hammer of the gun. Cy wasn’t farting around. He meant business.

Slowly the brutes disrobed. Then they stood there naked before Cy.

“Erect!” said Cy.

No response.

“Erect!” he demanded. And he waved the gun in the direction of their cocks. Slowly, by 
looking at the naked girl beside Cy, their penises stiffened and erected.

“Now,” said Cy, pointing to a selection of women’s clothing on the bed. “Get dressed in 
those!”

“That’s women’s clothing!” blurted one of the men. “No man wears women’s clothing 
except castrati.”

“Then that’s what you must be!” said Cy. Their penises drooped as they looked at the 
clothing and then back to Cy’s gun. Cy was not bullshitting. And they knew it.

So the naked hulks dressed in prim little girlie panties. And they put silk slips over their 
hairy bodies. Then they put on bras. And Cy saw to it that they each had a tight girdle as a 
further act of humiliation.

Then they put on awful old dresses, old but short so that their hairy legs could be seen 
easily.

“Now the shoes!” said Cy. And the two hairy brutes were forced into high heels.

Then they were forced to sit down. Then the naked girl went to her closet. She took out a 
huge pair of boots, tight high leather boots. Black patent leather. The men cringed when they 
saw it.

The girl slipped the tight leather boots with high spiked heels on her delicate legs. And, 
wearing not a thing more, she strode on little clacking heels to the two men. She carried wigs 
and makeup.

The sadists were silent. Cy got them to their feet and led them to the building’s front door.
He held the gun to their backs. “Now run for it!” he said. And he poked them with the gun. It 
was his game, from now on.

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THE END
