Peeking on the family

CHAPTER FOUR

It was a sleepless night for Honey.

The scenes burned in her mind, keeping her excitement intense. She had fucked herself furiously with her rubber cock. When morning came, her cunt was slightly painful.

Sometime around noon the following day, Honey had to go out and shop for food. But her mind refused to stay on such mundane things as food. Now and then she would pause in the super market, shiver slightly as one of last night's scenes flared in her brain.

Something else disturbed her, too. Although Honey was very much accustomed to being looked at by men, she felt as if she were being watched constantly. The feeling was very strong. Yet, when she looked around, she saw no one, other than a housewife shopping. Even as she walked back to her apartment, the feeling of being stared at, followed, was strong.

But no one was behind her at all.

Calm down, Honey King, she told herself as she entered the apartment. You're getting jittery, that's all. Who could be following you? What would they want with you?

But the sensation remained with her all day. She did not go out the rest of the day, but cleaned her apartment from top to bottom. Her sexual thoughts had been so intense that she tried to work them out of her mind. She was exhausted by the time she finished the apartment.

And the scenes still burned just as brightly. She stood at the window and looked down on the few people using the pool. Her eyes would not stay away from the crotches of the men, or the women. She imagined all of them naked, hard cocks and wet cunts blatantly revealed to her hot eyes. She developed, in her mind, a scene of those people fucking, of hard pricks going in and out of wet, hairy pussies, of women sucking delicious cocks and men licking hairy, wet cunts.

None of this, of course, did anything for her already tingling desires. With deliberate motions, Honey stood at the window after it was dark, her lights out, and slowly removed her clothing. A couple was at the pool, drinking beer and talking. As she undressed, she imagined them watching her, getting excited as she did when she peeked into windows. Her reverie even had the man and woman so excited that they began to fuck right there on the deck of the pool.

Finally, about eleven o'clock, Honey considered going out, but a fear came to her. She was almost afraid to return to that particular house, but she didn't know why. Fear and excitement tugged at her. When fear won out, she bathed and went to bed.

Yet the excitement burned so hot between her long, slender thighs, she once again removed her rubber cock from its drawer. She lay back on her bed, stroking the rubber cock between her thighs, probing lightly at her cunt. She rubbed it up and down her throbbing clitoris, trembling. Her eyes closed and her mind reeled with mental pictures of being fucked, licked.

Again she felt the sensation of being looked at. But when she opened her eyes and looked toward the window, no one was there. The drapes, as always, were wide open. But she was on the second floor, so who could get up there and peek in her window?

But the feeling would not go away.

And then, Honey found herself wishing someone was actually watching her. Her excitement increased until she thought her body was on fire. Closing her eyes, she lifted her curvy, sweet ass, spreading her legs wide. The rubber cock teased her swollen clitoris until she was writhing and churning her hips wildly.

Using two fingers of her other hand, she parted her blonde-haired cunt lips and worked the huge head of her rubber, cock into it. She inserted it slowly, sighing with the pleasure that bubbled away inside her. With the rubber cock up her cunt, Honey began to fondle and squeeze at one sweet, shapely tit while fucking herself slowly. Her hips moved up and down on the rubber cock.

"Ohhh, fuck," Honey murmured as she thrust the rubber cock in and out of her stretched cunt. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! I love it so much!"

She stretched her legs wide, very wide, her eyes once again open, watching herself in the mirror. She loved to see the rubber cock up her cunt, the creamy curves of her ass cheeks and the way her legs were spread wide. The rubber cock was good, but she still preferred a real cock to this piece of rubber.

Cock, cock, cock! I want a cock, a real cock! I want to get fucked, fucked hard! Ohh, fuck me, someone, anyone… fuck me! My cunt is so hot and wet! I need cock, hard cock, fucking me! I want a cock to fuck my cunt… fuck my mouth! Oooo, yes!

Honey thrust the rubber cock into her cunt, then quickly brought it to her mouth. She would suck on it a few times, then plunge it deep into her burning pussy again. Her ass lifted high from the bed, her hips churning as she held the rubber cock motionless. She felt the hot rumblings of an orgasm steaming away, and when she came, a soft yelp of delight came from her. When she had finished coming, she pulled the cock out of her clinging cunt and licked it. Finally she placed the cock on the pillow next to her face, closing her eyes and trying to sleep.

A sound startled her.

Honey sat up in bed, facing the window, her eyes huge. Her knees were open, cunt exposed. A sound came to her again, like a muffled grunt.

Feeling foolish, Honey stood up and went to the window and looked out. No one was there not even near the pool. Then, something caught her eye, and she leaned closer. The glass was open, and there was a moist glob of something on the screen. Honey touched it with her finger, then sniffed. Finally she put her tongue to it.

"Oh!" she gasped.

She had tasted semen.

But how? Someone had watched her but how?

Then she remembered the narrow ledge that ran around the building, perhaps two feet wide. Someone had found a way to get up there and peek into her window. Honey flushed with the realization that somebody, some man, had been watching her fuck herself with the rubber cock. But her embarrassment did not last long.

With a smile on her pretty face, Honey left the drapes open and crawled back to her bed. She turned her back to the window, her naked ass round and enticing. She drew one knee up and closed her eyes.

Let them look at me. I don't care! Ohhh, whoever it was jacked off and came against the screen. Well I hope it was as good for him as it was for me.

The next day was another restless one. Somehow she had managed to get a good night's sleep. She tried to keep busy, but there was hardly anything to do. She considered the park again, but decided against it.

Honey seldom missed a night trying to find something interesting to peek at. She enjoyed watching others. That one house drew her mind constantly. She found it terrifically exciting to know about that family. She knew something about them that no one else did.

She had watched them fucking and sucking each other, and she wondered how many other houses concealed such delicious secrets.

When night came, she was to get out of the apartment. Pulling on a tight sweater that molded and clung to her shapely, thrusting tits, then a wrap-around skirt that was held in place by only one button at the waist, she left the apartment. As she walked along the darkened streets, the wrap-around skirt would part and reveal most of her creamy smooth thighs. She wore no bra or panties, thinking it was becoming a habit now, a deliciously wicked habit.

She stayed clear of that one house, but found nothing interesting in the others. In the only open window she found was a man reading nothing else. Then she found herself on the same street with the incestuous family's house. She stood on the sidewalk, her heart beating wildly. Lights were on, and she wondered if they were fucking and sucking again.

The garage door was open and the car was inside. Compulsively, she entered the garage and looked immediately at the windshield. She found another note. It said: Where were you last night? We missed you.

Honey's heart raced. She began to breathe harshly with excitement. It was one thing to secretly peer into windows, but something else entirely if those people knew they were being watched. And that was her fear: they knew about her.

They want to be watched, she thought. They really want me to watch them fucking!

Before Honey knew it she was creeping silently to the rear of the house. Every window, including the patio door, had light shining from them. The first window she came to, she found the mother there with her children. At least she had one name to match a face. Freddie – the young son. She wished she had a name for all of them.

The little girl, that sweet little girl she had seen so lovingly sucking her father's cock, lapping daintily but delightedly, at her father's come juice, was wearing only a pair of panties. Freddie, Honey was delighted to see, was naked. His cock was hard, beautifully hard. The mother was wearing a bra that was well filled and also a pair of panties. The panties did nothing to conceal the lush growth of her dark cunt hair.

The three were not doing anything except sitting there, and Honey was somewhat disappointed. She wondered where the father was maybe he was working late. For a long moment Honey looked in at the family, almost deciding to leave since they weren't doing anything exciting. But finally she squatted down, deciding to watch and see if they would do something soon. If they were anything like her, they would not be able to look at each other undressed that way very long without touching or kissing or fucking.

She stared at Freddie's cock, watching it throb, wondering why he sat there with it so hard and not doing something to his mother or sister. Honey could not understand how that lovely mother or the very pretty sister could sit in the same room with that little boy, his cock standing so firm and beautiful. If she were in the room, her hands would be grabbing his cock quickly.

Even though they weren't fucking, Honey's cunt was throbbing as she looked at them. The little girl was extremely pretty in her panties, her hair in a long ponytail. The woman, too, was beautiful.

Suddenly a hand was on her shoulder.

"Oh!" she gasped, whirling about.

She found herself looking up into the face of the husband and father. Fear filled her pretty face and she looked for a way to escape. But there was no way out. The hand on her shoulder gripped tightly, almost painfully. It held her in her squatting position.

"Well, well," the man said. "We finally caught you, didn't we?"

"Please… I don't…" Honey's voice came out in a cracked sound. "I didn't mean anything, Mister!"

He ignored her plea. "Get up," he said. His hand on her shoulder slipped to her upper arm, gripping her tightly so she couldn't get away.

Honey found herself being pulled into the house. Her legs trembled with fear. Her heart was pounding hard, and she breathed with fearful gasps.

"Look what we caught," the man said.

"She's beautiful, Herb," Honey heard his wife say. Then the woman said to Honey: "Exciting, isn't it?"

"Please," Honey whimpered cringing. "I didn't mean anything by it! I won't do it again if… if you'll let me go! I promise, I won't do it again!"

The boy and girl gazed at Honey, not embarrassed by their nakedness.

"She's the girl in the park," the little girl said. "Mother, she's the girl we told you about in the park."

Honey could not control the jerking of her body, the fear growing inside her. She looked at them with frightened eyes. The man did not turn her loose as he stood looking down at her. She glanced up at him quickly, and saw the interest on his face.

"Let's fuck her, Dad," Freddie said. "I been wanting to fuck her since the park."

"Oh, you'll get a chance to fuck her," the man said with a chuckle. "We're all going to fuck her, don't worry about that."

"No, please," Honey whimpered. "I won't say anything! Please believe me!"

"Don't act so innocent," Herb said, but his voice was not harsh. "We've known almost from the beginning that someone was watching us, but not who until the other night."

"You… knew?"

"We've known," he said. "And we also know you're a little hot-ass. Freddie turned the tables on you last night."

Honey looked at the boy.

Freddie's eyes gleamed and he grinned at her. "I saw you fucking yourself with that rubber cock."

Honey blushed.

"I followed you to the store and found out where you lived," he said. "It was easy."

"Oh, God!" Honey whimpered tears in her eyes now. "Don't tell! Please, don't tell on me!"

The man laughed and the woman smiled. The little girl giggled. "We might and we might not," the little girl said. "That depends."

"I… I don't understand," Honey said. The man still held her arm. "I've checked you out," he said. "You live alone, no relatives. There really isn't anyone important to you for us to tell. But that makes it easier for us."

"Easier?" Honey looked at him with fearful eyes. "I don't understand."

"You don't have to understand," he said, still in quiet voice. "Do you have any friends, close friends?"

Honey shook her head. It was true; she didn't know hardly anyone. She had always teen pretty much of a loner, keeping to herself, growing up in that isolated little house without even a brother or sister. There was no one in the world she knew well enough to be concerned about her.

"You do now," the woman said.

Honey looked at her, confused.

"We are going to be your friends," the woman said: "We are going to be your friends, your very good friends. In fact, I think we may consider you a member of put family."

Honey stared at the woman. She trembled as she saw the wicked gleam in those dark eyes.