David Crane: Peeping family

They had also taken on a full-time gardener, an eighteen-year-old youth named Robert. Robert lived in the small flat above the garage. He was a randy young fellow who jerked off a lot.

So that group comprised the Bradshaw household when they moved into the big country house.

No one knew about the mirrors yet.

It was Saturday morning.

Robert the gardener had just awakened in his room above the garage and was giving his big prick its first pull of the day. He always jacked off as soon as he awoke, the same way that some men do push-ups and others brush their teeth. Robert was not particularly horny at the moment, but he liked to get the job done. He knew it was advisable to empty his balls before he started gardening so that he was not hindered by a hard-on as he tended the lawns.

He lay on his back, looking up at the ceiling and thinking vaguely of hot cunts no cunt in particular, just cunts in general. His fist went up and down lazily for a while, then with more gusto as the friction took effect. He shot a wad of jism high into the air. He watched the creamy jet hang suspended for a moment, then drop back to splatter on his loins.

He wondered, vaguely, if jism would make a good fertilizer for the lawns and gardens.

In the maid's room, Bonny was pulling on her silk stockings. She sat on the edge of her bed as she did so. She was smiling. She liked the feel of the silk as she drew it up her smooth, sleek thighs. It was almost as if she were caressing herself.

She hadn't put her panties on yet.

She fastened the straps of the garter belt to the tops of the stockings. Her hands brushed over her hairy pussy mound. She looked at herself in the mirror, spreading her thighs slightly so that she could see her pink-lipped pussy.

She considered, momentarily, giving herself a hand-job.

She decided not to.

It was just as well to be a little randy as she began her daily duties, just in case some special duty was required.

In her own bed, Amanda had no such speculations.

Amanda always gave herself a hand-job in the morning, and it never dawned on her not to. She had drawn the sheet down so that she could see her naked body as she stroked and petted herself. She was in no hurry to come. She liked to linger over a leisurely caress, rather than claw herself to a furious orgasm. She rubbed her nipples until they stood up like little rockets ready to blast off, then she started working on her cunt, using only her fingertips, at first doing the preliminary work before she concentrated on coming.

It was just starting to feel very nice when she heard her father go down the hall to the bathroom.

He usually played golf on Saturday mornings, and Amanda supposed he was getting ready to go to the golf club. But a moment later he went back to his bedroom. He hadn't had time to shower and shave. Amanda thought about it and grinned impishly.

She figured that he had gone back to bed for a morning fuck.

The naughty little girl got up and moved to the wall, pressing her ear against it.

She could hear nothing.

In their old house in town, she had always been able to hear the bed groaning under them. She was disappointed. It was fun to finger-fuck herself to the rhythm of her parents' bed. It was the fault of that damned closet, she knew.

She wondered why a closet had been placed between the bedrooms. Then she had another thought. Maybe, from in the closet, she could hear things.

It was worth a try.

She pulled a dressing gown on and moved to the door. She went into the hall and then into the closet. She had only glanced in there, before, and she was surprised when she saw that there was a full-length mirror on both sides of the room. Why on earth would one want two mirrors in a closet?

She looked into one of the mirrors, thinking that it might be nice to gaze at her reflection while she played with her pussy.

There was no reflection.

Amanda might have been a vampire, for all the image she cast on that glass. The girl gasped.

She was looking right through the mirror into her own bedroom. She saw her rumpled bed. Anyone could have been watching her through the glass as she played with herself!

Then she remembered that there was another mirror on the other wall on the side toward her parent's room.

Wildly excited, Amanda turned and looked right through the glass into that bedroom.

Her father was in the bathroom at the moment, brushing his teeth and thinking about the day ahead. Charles enjoyed a game of golf, but there were other things that he enjoyed far more. He would rather sink his prick into a hairy cunt than sink a putt, for instance. This idea had come to him as he was brushing his teeth. It was unexpected. He had intended to shower and shave and then get dressed, but as the toothbrush moved back and forth across his mouth his prick began to rise. Perhaps it had something to do with the back-and-forth rhythm of his hand as he brushed away, as if he were jacking off indirectly.

He took his prick in his hand and eyed it, grinning. It was a large, shapely hunk of cockmeat. Charles was proud of his prick and Laura adored it. The knob was a big, purple, mushroom-shaped slab and the shaft was thick and seamed with dark veins. His balls were bloated.

He tried to recall if he had fucked Laura the night before.

They usually had a fuck or two before they went to sleep, and it seemed strange that he hadn't. But then he remembered that they had had a bit too much brandy after dinner and had fallen asleep before they had a chance to fuck.

No wonder his balls were so full!

It amazed him to realize that he had not emptied his cock since the morning before. Twenty-four hours without coming was a long time for horny Charles. He almost felt a surge of pride at his continence then laughed at the idea.

He gave his prick a slow push-pull.

His fist, rising, rolled the foreskin up against the ledge of his cockhead and, pushing down, caused that knob to flare out like the head of a hooded cobra about to strike.

For a moment, Charles wondered if he ought to jerk off. He hadn't masturbated in years not with a wife who had an ever-ready pussy, like Laura. The idea gave him a childish thrill. What a naughty thing for a married man to do, he thought.

He gave his prick another stroke.

But then he thought of Laura's hot pussy, and he decided that it would be a shame to waste a load of jism in the sink.

So Charles went back to the bedroom with his prick sticking out the front of his pajamas and preceding him down the hallway like the prow of a ship.

Laura was still asleep.

Charles took his pajamas off, standing beside the bed. Then he pulled the sheet down so that he could look at her body.

Laura slept naked.

She was on her back, her legs slightly parted. Charles looked at her crotch. Her cunt was moist. He sat down beside her and began to stroke her tits very softly, causing her to stir in her slumber. It was fun touching her while she slept, he thought. He wondered if he could manage to fuck her without waking her up. He doubted it, but he could give it a try. He moved his hand down to her crotch and began to run the tips of his fingers over her clit.

Her clit expanded.

Laura moaned and stirred.

Charles' big prick was standing up like a beacon above his loins, the fat cockknob glowing and starting to throb.

It was quite a sight for Amanda, who was kneeling on the other side of the glass. Her face was right up against it and her hot breath was clouding the surface. She was fascinated. She had never realized that her daddy had such a gigantic prick and she stared at that huge hunk of cockmeat in awe. God, her mother was a lucky woman, Amanda thought. Imagine having that huge prick stuck up your cunt! It was no wonder they fucked a lot.