David Crane: Peeping family

It was the first time he had dared do a thing like that. He hadn't intended to. When he'd entered the house via the back stairs, he had simply meant to use the bathroom. But finding the upstairs deserted or so he had thought he had been seized by a sudden, overpowering urge to frolic amidst the sexy girl's undergarments. That desire had struck him so hard and fast that he didn't have time to consider the possible consequences. He had simply acted. But as soon as his cock and balls had been emptied, the lad had begun to tremble with fright and had beat a hasty retreat after beating his meat.

He was still blushing as he trimmed the hedges. He told himself that he must never again succumb to such a risky impulse. He figured that, at the very best, he would lose his job at the worst, he would be arrested. He could just imagine himself in court as the facts were revealed, his perversion made public, his disgrace bannered in the newspapers. And afterwards, in prison well, he could just imagine how those hardened, sex-starved convicts would treat a young man convicted of panty rape!

Still it had been fun.

He wished that he had kept the panties.

There would be less danger in a missing pair of panties than in having those panties discovered, full of jism.

And in the privacy of his own room, he could have fucked the frilly things to a frazzle.

Charles arrived at the golf course a bit late that day. He played very well for the first five holes but then his cock began to get hard again, interfering with his stroke. That massive lever threw him off balance and caused him to hook and slice. His left forearm, held properly straight, tended to bump into his prick painfully, as well. Charles gave up after nine holes. He went to the clubhouse to change but found several men already there. It was too embarrassing to strip down when he had a big boner.

He drove home in his golfing clothes.

He was eager to screw his wife.

But when he got home, Laura was out.

Laura, not expecting her husband to be home so soon, had gone to the tennis club. She enjoyed playing tennis. For one thing, the activity burned up a lot of calories. The more energy she expended, the more lettuce she could eat and the more cum she could drink without gaining weight. She also enjoyed the game because she knew that she looked very sexy in her short white skin, her panties flashing as she made a stroke, her tits bobbing nicely.

She loved the way the tennis pro looked at her, as well. He was a virile, handsome young man and Laura had considered having an affair with him. She supposed that someday she would, that it would just happen. She would tell her husband about it, of course.

That was one of the nicest things about cheating on Charles.

When he found out, he got so horny that he gave her plenty of prick, a series of wonderfucks that left her limp.

She could have had a wonder-fuck that afternoon, in fact, when Charles came home from the golf club, his cock thundering away. But Laura was not home.

Bonny, who had not masturbated that morning and whose sweet pussy had been gently simmering away all day, was dusting in the bedroom, her nubile, bouncy body jiggling as she did so.

Amanda was watching her through the glass.

When Amanda had heard Bonny go into the other bedroom, she hadn't known who it was. Had she known, she might not have bothered to sneak into the closet, for she had no particular urge to watch the maid do the dusting. But the horny teenager had thought it might be Robert, that the lad had come up to jerk off in Laura's panties, perhaps. So into the closet she went.

When she realized it was only the maid, she was disappointed.

She almost returned to her room.

But the secret glass was such a novelty, such a new toy for her, that she enjoyed watching even the most prosaic activities. There was a dark thrill involved in observing people who did not know that they were being watched. So she stayed. Her interest wasn't exactly sexual – how could it be, under the circumstances? – and yet it did give her an erotic feeling, spying on the maid.

As Bonny stooped and bent, her short skirt rode up so that Amanda could see the dark web of her garter belt straps and her tiny black panties. It was a provocative sight. Her smooth thighs seemed to be framed within those straps, above those silk stockings framed just as if they were a picture to be admired. Amanda noticed how lovely the maid's body really was. Her nubile loins seemed to be loaded into the garter belt like a juicy missile in a slingshot, ready to fly out at any moment.

Amanda got truly interested.

She wondered why? She certainly had no lesbian tendencies why should the sight of a sexy girl excite her? It puzzled Amanda somewhat, but it didn't worry her at all. She supposed that it was normal to be interested in another girl's body, to compare it with her own and to imagine what it would be like to watch the girl getting fucked.

Was it exciting enough to masturbate?

Amanda cupped her crotch, just to see how hot it was.

It was moderately hot and quite juicy.

But she hesitated. She wasn't sure that she wanted to waste an orgasm on the maid, when there was still the possibility of watching her mother and father fuck again.

Then in came her, father.

Charles, finding that his wife was not at home, was in a bad mood. He wasn't angry or annoyed, but he had really been looking forward to getting his rocks off and now that he had to wait he felt frustrated. So when he entered the bedroom, he banged the door.

Bonny was dusting his golfing trophy.

The sound startled her.

She dropped the trophy.

"Oh! You startled me," she said.

Charles looked aghast.

Bonny bent down to retrieve the trophy and as she did so her skirt rode up, revealing her black-clad bottom.

Charles began to grin. His prick was standing up like a proud trophy, itself… a trophy badly in need of a good polish.

"Young lady, you must be more careful," he said.

"I'm sorry," Bonny said. "It's not damaged."

"But still it might have been." Bonny lowered her eyes contritely. "I'm a naughty girl," she said. But she was smiling.

Amanda could see that the maid was smiling. She wondered why. She could sense overtones between the maid and her daddy. She moved closer to the glass.

Charles moved closer to Bonny.

She stood, head bowed, eyes lowered demurely yet with that secret smile on her mouth.

"Yes," said Charles. "You are naughty. Very, very naughty. I think I shall have to punish you."

"Oh, please, sir!" Bonny squealed.

"Yes, indeed," Charles said.

"Yes, I deserve to be punished," Bonny agreed.

She placed the trophy on the dresser, turning from the hips, squirming inside her uniform. Why was she squirming? Amanda wondered. Was it fear of punishment? Amanda was getting very interested, indeed, in this unexpected encounter.

Charles sat on the edge of the bed.

Bonny moved to him. Her pretty face was flushed. Charles patted his knee. Bonny lifted her skirt above the waist and bent over across his lap, her ass thrusting up. His hard-on carved into her soft belly and she squirmed on it.

Charles began to spank her.

His hand rose and fell on her bottom, not hard at all.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she wailed, each time he spanked her.

Her black bikini panties were very tiny. They had drawn up into the crack of her ass, exposing her asscheeks. Those plump, firm mounds jiggled as Charles slapped them lightly. They reddened just a bit.

"Let that be a lesson to you," he said.

"Yes, master."

"But what is this?" he asked, feigning surprise.

His hand had slipped down into her crotch from behind.

"Why your panties are soaking wet!"

"I'm afraid so," Bonny said.

"You'd better take them off, then."