I started reading Variations four months ago and I must say I’m impressed, but why are all your stories and letters on voyeurism about men? We girls like to look, too, you know. I’ve been an avid crotch watcher for years, ever since I caught a glimpse of my boyfriend’s varsity football coach in nothing but a jockstrap that looked two sizes too small.
And videos? I love videos, especially those amateur tapes that show ordinary but often very attractive couples going at it hot and heavy. Every Friday night is video night for me and my best friend, Abigail. We settle back and watch two or three sexy tapes, often commenting on the performances as pussy juice soaks through our panties. These tapes prime us for Saturday night, when we go out looking for studs with big hoses to put out our sex fires.
Now back to crotch watching. The best place to ogle those lovely, lovely bulges is, of course, the beach. I could stare for hours at some handsome, well muscled dude in nothing but a pair of tight fitting bikini briefs that accentuate his cock to the max. What a feast for the eyes! Believe it or not, I have come in my own bikini just from zeroing in on a bulging cock and imagining its size, how it would look freed from its confines and protruding form the loins of its master.
I know most girls would say that what they notice first about a guy is his ass, and I certainly agree that a well shaped, taut male behind is downright sexy. But for me, even the greatest ass loses some of its appeal if the guy doesn’t have a significant bulge to go with it. I guess you could say I’m a perfectionist: I want a stud to entice me front and back. A nicely rounded, firm butt stuffed into tight fitting jeans with a monster bulge around in front a visual treat coming and going, right?
Now, I also like to look at girls, especially the really pretty ones. That’s because I’m bisexual, although I don’t actively pursue other females. Making it with another girl is a real nice change of pace for me, more gentle and emotional than what I experience with guys, and so if a hot looking female comes on to me, I don’t look the other way. But like I say, if I had to choose one or the other, I’d go with guys.
My aerobics class is comprised of all girls, so I get lots of chances to see my own sex naked in the showers. A good set of boobs is certainly pleasing to the eye, and I also appreciate a nice, curvy bottom, but my eyes will inevitably come to focus on the girl’s pussy, lingering there, not too obviously, as I consider the abundance or lack of pubic hair and its shape. A neatly trimmed pussy on a girl with a great figure will always arouse me, but what really sparks my interest and desire is a completely bald pussy. It’s hard to resist the urge to go down on my knees and bury my face in that hairless hole right there in the shower!
Watching a guy and gal go at it one on one in person, not just on videotape, is something I’d wanted to do for the longest time. And last week, for the first time, it happened. Maybe it was fate, maybe the gods decided it was time to reward their favorite voyeurette, but I finally got to witness a couple in the throes of passion. And who should the female half of this fucking duo be but my very best friend, Abigail.
Abby and I had planned to take in a movie, a matinee, last Saturday, because the weather forecast was for severe rainstorms. The movie started at three o’clock, but at two it was like a mini hurricane outside, so I decided to call Abby and suggest we cancel. No answer. I called again and let it ring a dozen times. Nothing. When I tried a third time with no success, I got real worried. I knew Abby was home, and I couldn’t imagine why she wasn’t answering. My vivid imagination took over and suddenly I had her unconscious on the floor, either too ill to move or the victim or a burglar caught in the act.
Throwing on my raincoat and rain hat, I sloshed out to my car and speeded to her apartment building. I was so nervous, I ran up the four flights of stairs instead of taking the elevator. I got to her door and knocked. No answer. I fumbled for her key in my purse and then, afraid of what I might find, I cautiously opened the door and went inside. I had taken three steps when I heard what sounded like a woman in agony. This was followed by “Oh God…oh my God!” Reacting instinctively, I hurried toward Abby’s bedroom with my folded umbrella held over my head, ready to beat on the man assaulting my best friend.
The bedroom door was ajar, and I was about to kick it open when I heard “Oh baby, don’t ever stop. Keep fuckin’, lover. Fuck the shit out of me.” I stopped dead in my tracks, stunned by the realization that Abby, far from being in peril, was fucking her brains out!
Peeking around the door, I saw my best friend on her back with her legs up on the shoulders of the stud slamming his cock into her pussy. Her arms were stretched out on either side, fingers grasping the edges of the mattress. On her pretty face was a look of lust I had never seen before then again, I had never seen her getting balled before.
“Yes, do it, baby,” Abby growled. “Ram that big cock home.”
Big cock? I started wondering just how big it was, and a minute or so later, when the guy pulled out so Abby could flip over and get on all fours, I saw that it was bigger than big. It was huge, by far the longest cock I’d ever seen, let alone had inside me. More pussy juice soaked into my underpants as I watched Abby’s well hung lover aim his monster meat at her pussy and then shove it balls deep inside her. Abby let out a guttural moan of approval, as would any girl under the circumstances, and almost immediately began grinding her ass back against the guy.
My neck was getting sore from peeking around the door for so long, but I dared not expose more of myself. Only for a moment did I take my eyes from the hot scene, just long enough to unbutton my jeans and snake a hand down into my now soggy panties. As I started rubbing my gooey slit, one finger zeroing in on my clit, I peeked around the door again. My viewing angle, although putting a strain on my neck, was close to perfect. I could clearly see the guy’s giant cock slamming repeatedly into Abby’s pussy, making her grunt and groan and gasp with delight.
“How about it in the ass, baby?” Abby’s friend said. “Let me finish that way. In your tight butt.”
“No, you’re too big,” Abby breathed hotly. “I couldn’t take it. Finish me off this way.” I was a bit disappointed, as watching my best friend take something that large up her small ass would have been special indeed. But there was plenty going on to keep me climbing ever closer to orgasm. And not much later the big O was mine, my climax occurring within seconds of Big Cock’s, who let out a savage moan as he blasted his load into Abby, who in turn tossed back her head and cried out in ecstasy. With my knees turning to rubber, I had to stifle my own moan as spasms of pleasure coursed through me.
I grabbed hold of the doorknob to steady myself, and then, as soon as I had my wits about me, I tiptoed quickly out of the apartment and into the hall, closing the front door behind me. Out into the pouring rain I went, realizing, as the howling wind splashed water on my face, that I had left my umbrella outside Abby’s bedroom door. Now how the fuck was I going to explain that?
Once home, I waited for Abby’s call. Sure enough, it came about an hour later.
“Guess what I found outside my bedroom door?” Abby asked, unable to mask a giggle in her voice.
“I can’t imagine what you found.”
“Your umbrella. Your wet umbrella.”
“It can’t be mine.”
Abby was silent for a moment. “Well, then I guess it was left by that pretty blonde who watched Tony fuck me this afternoon. I guess in all the excitement, she forgot it.”
I was ready to confess all and apologize when Abby suddenly started laughing. “I saw you, Robin,” she said. “I saw you peeking around the door. Wasn’t it fantastic? What did you think of Tony’s cock? It’s something else, right? Geez, and he wanted to stick that thing in my poor ass. I wouldn’t have been able to sit down for a month!”
Abby went on to tell me how she had met Tony, a new neighbor, in the laundry room that morning and how, one thing leading to another, they had decided to party in her bedroom that afternoon. In her lust for Tony and what her practiced eye had told her was his larger than life cock, she had completely forgotten about our movie date and, so as not to be disturbed, had taken her phone off the hook.
“I was worried about you, so I “
“I’m sorry, really I am,” Abby interrupted. “But…” she giggled again. “I think I made up for it, don’t you. What I’m trying to say, wasn’t watching me and Tony fuck much better than anything you would have seen at the movies?”
I laughed. “It was better than anything we’ve seen on those amateur tapes. Much better.” A thought suddenly occurred to me, and I asked Abby if Tony knew I’d been watching. “He doesn’t know, but I’m sure he would have been as thrilled as I was to see you. He’s real proud of that cock, you know.”
“Think I could borrow him sometime?” I asked.
Abby was silent for a moment. “Sure, on one condition.”
“And that is?”
Abby giggled. “That you let me watch.”
This coming Saturday, Tony is having dinner at my place. Already placed in the bedroom closet with the louvered doors is a chair.
Ms. R.W., Washington