A voyeur gets a kick out of peeping on families and their sex lives in a wooded neighborhood

I gave the cop a smile and nod as he went past, didn’t
speed up, didn’t slow down. Didn’t change my pace at
all. And naturally, he ignored me and kept right on
driving down the road. After all, what interest would he
have in yet another middle aged guy out for a bike ride
on a lovely fall evening? That was me, just another over
priced home owner in this endless sea of housing tracts,
in suburbia.

Except not quite. I was on a mission tonight, a rather
nasty one. And I sure as hell did not want a cop
stopping me and asking me questions. Not with what I had
in my “water bottle”. I coasted to a stop, got the
bottle out and acted like I was taking a drink, until
the next car had gone over the slight rise, then I
quickly pushed my bike off the road, through the bushes,
and into the clearing.

Now I was on the power company track, they had cleared a
rough lane through the woods, to get to the lines behind
the houses in case of an emergency. They probably go
through every other year or maybe every third year and
clear it, otherwise, it just sits there, forgotten.

Except a wander though Map quest on my computer found
it, and if I had laid it out myself, it couldn’t have
been done any better. The trail ran through the woods
behind several housing tracks, giving me fantastic, easy
and quick, and unnoticed, access.

Best of all, this section of land was about 20 feet
higher than the lawns and houses of the tracks. It broke
at the very edge of the woods, sloping downwards very
quickly. Which put me 75 to 100 ft from the houses, and
on the same level as the second floors, level with all
those bedroom windows. Even a low power pair of
binoculars gave me a perfect view into these people’s
lives.

It’s amazing how complacent and unconcerned people
become about window shades when they think there is
nothing but trees behind them, bless their souls. I had
been paying attention to one house all summer. Husband,
wife and adult, well, college age I guess, daughter. Mom
and daughter both had knock out, drop dead figures. And
both females were horny as hell. I watched Mom and Dad
fuck at least 3 times a week, not always in the best
light, I admit, but who was I to complain?

Daughter had a collection of dildos and vibrators that
would make any whore blush. And she used them, several
at a time, in fact, nearly every night. Lights on, too,
no shyness there. Maybe she got some secret thrill
thinking “someone” might be peeking in on her? I wonder
how she would feel if she knew she was right?

But tonight was more than just my usual sex show.
Tomorrow was pasta night in their house, every Friday
night. Last week had been Lasagna, so this week, almost
certainly, spaghetti. She made it on Friday, then let it
set and flavor through, reheating it and serving it on
Saturday. Only this week, it would have a bit extra
flavor in it.

I had bought some very good pot, very strong, then
boiled down the leaves, then boiled THAT down, so I now
had some very concentrated liquid marijuana. Mixed in
the sauce, there would not even be the tiny bits of
leaves. Just one hell of a spaghetti dinner. It would
mean going in the house, in the kitchen, which
technically was breaking and entering, but I had been in
the house before.

After watching Brooke, that was her name, I found out
from a quick search of her room, anyway, after watching
Brooke play with herself every night, playing with that
fantastic body, I had to get into her room. I’ve handled
her vibrators and dildos, smelled them, came close to
licking a couple of them, but stopped when I remembered
she also liked them in her ass now and then. I’ve
smelled her panties. I would have licked her bra cups,
except she does not own one single bra! Her dad must
love watching those big jugs of her swaying around when
she moves. What a great girl.

I recovered my binoculars from under the rock where I
had them hidden, hidden in a hole I had dug, took them
out of the waterproof case, and quickly slipped on the
dark camo pants and shirt I had stashed with them.

The sun was setting, and it would get quite cool
tonight, I would need them for warmth. Then I settled on
my campsite, down in a slight hollow, far enough from
the houses that, even from the 2nd floor, no one could
see the small fire I would make. And if anyone did, they
would probably just assume it was kids camping out.

I had all ready stashed enough camping gear in the
bushes to, along with well sealed food, to be
comfortable tonight. I mixed my supper and chowed down.
I fixed a comfortable place to sleep, for after my break
in was done. When it got dark, I went back to my viewing
spot. A couple lights were still on in the house,
Brookes car was gone, her parents car was there. Nothing
much going on there, but that was not the only house I
had a good view into.

I moved past a couple others, then found one that had
been of mild interest before. Mom and Dad, and young
teenage son. I had watched him jerking off plenty of
times. He was, like all males his age, horny as hell. It
was amusing, watching what he got into. Mostly, he got
into his Mom’s underwear. Smelling her panties while he
jerked off, holding up her big bras and licking and
sucking the cups, like he was nursing from her tits.

I had to admit, for a kid his age, he had a really
decent size cock. Not that I’m at all gay, but credit
where credit is due. His parents went out a lot, so he
had plenty of time home alone to explore his urges.

Tonight was no different, his parents were gone, this
time, he was in the living room, with the TV on. I could
see the glow of shifting colors reflecting off the wall.
I moved to a better position where I could see more of
the room. And got a surprise. The kids was watching a
porno! Right there on the living room TV, a huge-titted
blonde was sucking a huge black cock.

The boy was nude, laying on the couch, and stroking like
mad. Every few minutes, he’d let go of his own, much
smaller cock, probably to keep himself from cumming, to
make his jack off session last.

I had to give the kid credit, he managed to keep from
shooting for nearly 20 minutes. Which turned out to be a
mistake, he should have gone ahead and finished while he
had the chance. He was so wrapped up in the on screen
fucking, he never noticed his folks car pull into the
drive.

He didn’t realize they were home till he heard the car
doors slamming out in the garage. I almost burst out
laughing, he was scrambling to pick up his clothes off
the floor, scrambling to get the DVD out of the machine,
get the TV turned off and get out of the living room,
all before his folks got in the house.

I laughed silently at his mad scrambling, but something,
strength and speed through desperation, he made it,
dashing up the stairs as they came though the kitchen.
He was upstairs in his room, frantically pulling on his
pants, when the called him and told him they were back.

He shouted down to them, I could see him in the doorway
of his bedroom, couldn’t hear him, of course. It was
funny, but I’m sure he didn’t think so. It would have
been interesting to stay around and see if he got to
finish his jerk off session, but I wanted to get back
and check to see if Brooke was back yet.

Watching a teenage boy jerking off would be amusing, but
nowhere near as great as watching a big-titted bitch
fucking herself to sleep. Slipping quietly into the
protection of the trees, I found the trail and in
minutes was back at Brookes house. Things had gotten
more interesting, MUCH more interesting.

Brookes parents were upstairs in their bedroom. Her dad
was handcuffed to the bedposts. His legs were spread
wide, feet handcuffed to the bottom of the bed posts. He
was bent over the foot board, his arms were stretched
way out in front of him, handcuffs and ropes secured him
from the headboard. His wife stood behind him with a
leather strap, spanking him. Both were nude.

Even from this distance, I could see how stiff her
nipples were through my binoculars. When he twisted and
turn with each slap of the strap, I could see he had a
hard-on. This was a new side of them I had not seen
before. The wife was really laying it on with the strap.
And from the glimpses I got of his erection, he was
loving every second of it.

Then she went to her dresser and took out a strap on
dildo! My balls tightened when I saw it, that thing was
at least 18 inches long. She moved in front of her
husband, grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head
back, then roughly shoved the dildo into his mouth.
Damn, the poor guy was going to slick up the dildo that
was about to be shoved up his ass! I couldn’t help but
wonder if it had all been in his ass before? Not that I
cared, I was just settled in and enjoying the show.

She pulled it out of his mouth, strapped it on, and
moved behind him. Before she put it in, she took a small
cord, looped it, reached between his legs and slipped it
over his cock and balls. Then she centered herself and
her dildo, and without any warning, shoved forward,
thrusting the dildo about six inches up his ass. I
watched as he arched his back and could see him letting
out a scream, but couldn’t hear him. She waited a
second, then without pulling back, gave a second shove,
only this time, as she pushed it further up his ass, she
yanked on the cord tied around his cock and balls,
adding to the pain. One more shove and yank, and the
dildo was all the way up his ass.

My own spinter muscle was tight, just from watching, and
thinking about how must feel. The butt fucking and ball
yanking continued for about 10 minutes, I wondered how
the guy was ever going to walk again! When she finally
pulled it out he collapsed onto the bed. She took the
dildo off, untied the cock cord, then unhandcuffed him.

He leaned forward and put his face down into the sheet.
At first, I thought he was resting and recovering from
the pain. Then I realized, he was licking his own cum
off the bed sheets! When he was done, he stood up, and
she inspected his work, checking to make sure he had
gotten it all. Then she took his place, bending over the
bed. I thought she was going to get butt fucked, but I
was wrong.

He knelt down behind her and began licking her legs,
starting at one ankle and working his way up, towards
her ass. He ignored her cunt, but pulled his wife’s
asscheeks wide apart and licked up and down her crack.
She was going crazy, she kept massaging her tits,
pulling the nipples and squeezing them, trying to push
one up to her mouth, so she could suck her own tit, but
her jugs weren’t big enough.

I chuckled at the irony, her boobs weren’t big enough
for her to suck them, but Brooke had absolutely no
problem getting her nipples in her mouth. The daughter
had bigger tits than the mother did!

Her husband had worked a couple fingers into her cunt,
and was masturbating her as he licked and sucked her
asshole. I could tell from the position of his head and
his tongue working, he was rimming her. I could tell
from watching, she had two orgasms from his licking and
fingering. The husband moved back and stood up, she went
to the side of the bed, lay on her back with her knees
bend and her feet on the floor, legs wide apart. I
expected he would get down on his knees and eat her…
BOY, was I wrong!

He opened the bedroom door, and their German Sheppard
came into the room. The dog sniffed the air, started
wagging its tail, all excited, and went straight for her
twat and began licking it like crazy. He was obviously
trained for this, he knew exactly what to do.

In seconds, he had her twisting and thrashing around on
the bed, far more intense than her husband’s asshole
licking. Her husband stood back watching and stroking
his cock. The dog was definitely well trained. It was
not content with just a few licks of her cunt, it was in
there for the count, lapping up the pussy juice with its
long flexible tongue.

When she finally could not take any more, she just went
limp in sexual exhaustion. The dog was nowhere near
ready to stop, he kept trying to mount her. Finally, she
got up off the bed. Her husband knelt down over the bed,
torso over the sheets, butt sticking out. I thought he
was going to get his ass licked too.

But I was wrong, BOY, was I wrong! His wife pulled his
ass cheeks apart, and the dog mounted him! I could see
it’s long cock straining to find a hole to fuck. The
wife helped, guiding the dog towards her husband’s
asshole.

The dog suddenly thrust forward, and he arched his back
and let out a yell. I could see his mouth open for
several seconds. The dog was all ready humping him like
crazy. I was so intent on the fuck show in front of me,
I almost didn’t notice the headlights pulling into the
drive. Brooke was home!

Was she about to catch her parents in bestial sex, like
the teenage boy had nearly been caught jerking off by
his parents? Would she join in? Use it as power over
them? What a hold to have over your own parents! I moved
my attention back to the bedroom, and it was too late.
The dog was all ready dismounting, pulled out of his
ass.

They quickly pushed the dog out of the room, she put on
a nightgown, he got up slowly and carefully, limping,
went into the bathroom. Brookes mom headed downstairs,
acting as if nothing at all had happened. When Brooke
heard her coming down the stairs, she quickie took off
her jacket and wrapped it around the bag she was
carrying, then put it down on the chair.

Her Mom walked into the kitchen and spent several
minutes talking to Brooke. I could tell, even from this
distance, through the binoculars, by her body language,
that Brooke seemed nervous about something. Could she
smell the odor of sex on her Mom? The entire upstairs
must be reeking with it by now. I didn’t really know,
but it was a fun theory.

The finished talking, her Mom went back upstairs, Brooke
got a quick snack, then guiltily checked to be sure her
parents were in their room. She got the bag, still
hiding it in her coat and went to her own room. I was
more than curious about what was in the bad, and
impatient for her to open it.

I think she was almost more impatient than I was. The
moment her door was shut, she tore out of her clothes.
In moments, she was stark naked, in all her bare glory.
Damn, what a body she had! She stood in front of her
mirror, running her hands over herself, feeling the huge
globes of her breasts. She sure didn’t have any problems
getting a nipple to her mouth!

Then she got the bag and took out her new toy. I had to
fine focus to be sure what I was seeing, but I was
right, it was a double dildo! Not a double that two
women could use at the same time, but one with two
plastic prongs, one for the cunt and the other for the
ass.

I watched as she looked around her room, not quite sure
what she was looking for. The nude woman was checking
smooth surfaces, testing them. Then she began fingering
her cunt, rubbing her fingers up and down her crack,
inside herself. Then she was smearing the wet, sticky
fingers over the base of the double dildo.

Finally, I caught on. The bottom of the double dildo was
a suction cup, she was looking for a place to secure it.
She chose the closet door, gauged the right height, and
stuck it on. She pulled a blanket off her bed, obviously
to prevent rug burn on her knees or back. First she got
down on her knees, her ass to the door, and slowly
backed up. She couldn’t quite get things lined up.

Finally, she stood up and managed to get the dildo off
the door. Her twat juice must be REALLY stick, I
chuckled. She held the dual dildo up higher, gauging it
as best she could, then stuck it on again, even with her
hips. She turned her back to the door, reached down
between her legs (one thing I learned from watching her,
she was VERY flexible) took the first plastic prong
prick and guided it to her asshole. Backing up an inch
or two, making sure it was in place, she did the same
with the second one, this time in her cunt. ‘

Once they were both in, she really went crazy on them,
bucking her hips, back and forth, side to side, lifting
up and down on her toes, fucking both her holes and
making her huge jugs bounce and sway. I almost wished I
could send her a check for the shows she put on for me.
It was even almost enough to make me rethink my rule
against trying to film people.

I know some who were addicted to using video cameras,
with telephoto lenses, but that was suicide. If the cops
caught me, all they could really do was chew me out, any
charge of peeping would be difficult to prove, since I
left the binoculars there, and never got closer than a
couple hundred feet to any house.

But get caught with a camera, and they got solid proof,
and then grounds to search your house and your computer.
Then there were the law suits from the “victims”. No, it
was safer to be content with the show these good people
put on for me. And put on shows they did! Brooke now had
her tits in her hands, kneading the huge mounds,
pinching and pulling her nipples, switching between
sucking them and hurting them, all the while gyrating
wildly on her new toy. I even wondered if she was going
to rip that door off its hinges.

Finally she thrust herself all the way back against the
door, shoving the double prongs as deep in her as she
could. Her entire body stiffened as her orgasm hit her.
I could even see the muscles in her thighs quiver! She
had her fist in her mouth, to stifle the scream of
pleasure as it went through her. Then she slowly sagged
down to the floor, letting the two plastic pricks slip
out of her. She sat there on her bedroom rug, idly
massaging her abused nipples, as she regained her
strength.

I have seen a lot of weird things in the years I been
voying, but this was the most. Brooke got on her knees,
moved to her dildo, and sucked the one that had been in
her cunt. She was sucking clean her own cunt juices!
When she was done servicing her plastic prick, she
shakily stood up, then had some trouble getting the
dildo off the door.

I didn’t mind her attempts at pulling, twisting and
turning, it only made her boobs shake around. She
finally got it free, then hid it in her closet, fell
into her bed, bunched the blankets over her and was
sound asleep. She even left the light on.

This was good, all three people in the house were going
to be sleeping the sleep of sexual exhaustion. It would
take more than a few tiny noises I might make in the
kitchen to wake them.

The dog, of course, was another issue. Normally, it
would be the end of my plans. I wouldn’t even try to get
near that house. But I had all ready been working on it.
Leaving food for it in the back yard, near the fence,
wrapped in paper with my body smell over it, so the dog
would recognize my scent as meaning something good. I
had the dog trained by now, I had successfully been in
the house before, and he gave me no trouble.

I had a small boneless steak for him tonight, he would
be glad to see me. I figured a half hour to let them all
be in the deepest sleep, then I would enter the house
for phase two.