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CHAPTER FIVE

For the rest of the morning and into the afternoon, nothing else happened nothing to be glimpsed through the glass.

Robert returned to his gardening. He felt rather ashamed of himself; in fact, guilty and also, in retrospect, frightened. Suppose Amanda had walked in and caught him jerking off in her panties? The very thought gave the lad an icy chill.

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."

Bonny slid from his lap. Standing before him, she tugged the panties down. She held her skirt up and pushed her belly out towards Charles. Her crotch was framed in the garter belt. She had the bushiest cunt that Amanda had ever seen. Her pubic hair was blonde and curly like a wild pelt covering her pussy mound. The big hairy wedge extended almost to her hipbones at the edges and a line of curly blonde hair ran up to her navel. She parted her thighs. Her cunt was wide open and sopping wet, running like a river through a sunlit forest.

Charles began to rub and pet her pussy.

She swayed before him, working her crotch around on his hand.

They were both panting now. Bonny gurgled with passion. She pushed her belly out farther.

Charles leaned in and ran his tongue up her flooded pussy gash. He lapped at her clit. Cunt juice ran in creamy ribbons down the smooth insides of her thighs. He lapped and licked for a while, then drew back, his mouth slippery with her cunt nectar.

Bonny removed her dress.

It was obvious to Amanda that they had done this before.

Naked but for her silk stockings and garter belt, Bonny knelt before him and began to open his pants. His prick jumped out, hard as a rock, the knob steaming. She drew his pants down and over his feet. She took his shoes off. Her plump tits bobbed and swayed over him, the nipples brushing against the head of his cock. The tip of his prick was already weeping; it laid a trickle of jism on her tits.

The maid took his cock in both hands, holding it like a baseball bat. Even with both of her fists folded around his cocklance, a few inches jutted out free. Bonny began to lave his prick-knob with her tongue, then took it into her mouth and sucked adoringly on the meaty wedge. A thick trickle of cum ran onto her tastebuds and she purred.

After a few moments, Bonny drew her lips away and crawled onto the bed, on her hands and knees.

Charles turned and knelt behind her.

He fitted the head of his prick to her pussy slot, moving it around, churning the creamy slit.

"Ummm," she sighed.

She arched her back, lowering her face to the bed so that her juicy ass was at the apex of her position. Her thighs were spread. Her loins vibrated within her garter belt. A dreamy smile curled her lips and her eyes narrowed, cat-like, contented.

Charles fed his cock into her pussy from behind.

Holding her by the hips, he began to plow in. His bloated balls slapped against her belly and his belly slapped onto her ass. Bonny ground her pelvis against him, pushing back as he slammed in, swirling as he withdrew. Her ass danced from side to side and her hips worked like soft pistons. Her hairy cunt flew about as if she were using it to dust his belly and thighs, and her fuck-hole sucked and dragged on his prick as it raged in.

Reaching back between her thighs, she got a handful of swollen balls, pulling his prick into her cunt even deeper.

Charles began to groan.

His ass was fairly flying in and out. He was plowing his hot cockhead to her in a frenzy. Cunt juice sprayed from her pussy as he plunged in, filling her cunt to the brim. He threw his head and shoulders back. His face was savage with passion.

Growling and moaning, he poured his cum into her clasping cunt.

The hot juice acted like a catalyst in her loins. The moment she felt it squirt up her, her pussy melted in a wild climax, her cunt juice pouring out as abundantly as his cum. They thrashed together in animal lust, milking each other to the dregs.

Charles stopped moving, drained.

Bonny's hips twitched as she milked out the last spasm of her juicy orgasm on his prick. Her face was on the pillow. She was smiling with rapture. Charles pulled his cock out and her cunt flooded with their combined nectar. His prick swayed up and down. Coated with cunt juice, it glistened.

Amanda was so fascinated by the sight that she had even forgotten to finger-fuck herself!

Behind the secret looking glass, the girl sat cross-legged on the mattress, staring into the bedroom in wonderment and awe. Her pussy was steaming but she ignored it, so intrigued was she by the visual thrill.

She hoped they would do it again.

She didn't want to come yet, herself. She wanted to watch them fuck again, to save her own climax for later, as she remembered what she had seen. But her pussy was so hot that it was threatening to cream all on its own, untouched.

Then the bedroom door opened.

Laura stood there, staring at the naked couple on the bed.

Amanda was horrified.

What would happen now? Would this mean a divorce? Was she to become the product of a broken home? She stared at her mother, trying to fathom the woman's reactions. Laura stood just inside the door, still wearing her sexy tennis outfit. It was impossible to tell what she was thinking. Her face was blank.

Charles looked sheepish.

Bonny hid her head in the pillow.

"So, you've been at the maid again, Charles," Laura said.

"I'm afraid so," Charles admitted. "I think I had better have a word with this naughty young lady," Laura said, sternly.

"Of course, dear," Charles said, meekly. He jumped up and moved to the closet.

[Missing text.] Laura, grinning, said, "There, you naughty girl I hope that's taught you a lesson."

Bonny smiled shyly, demurely.

"Yes, Ma'am," she said. "I know that whenever I'm naughty and let your husband fuck me, I have to let you suck me off, too."

"Quite right," said Laura.

Laura was still fully clothed in her tennis outfit.

Bonny looked speculatively at the sexy woman.

Bonny said, "If you wanted me to suck you off, Ma'am I sure wouldn't mind it."

Laura hesitated for a moment.

The prospect was hot without charm.

But then she shook her head. Cunt-sucking was a treat, but for her own orgasm, she wanted prick.

"No, I think not," she said. "You may go now and send Charles up to me, if you will."

Bonny got dressed. Laura sat on the bed, admiring the girl's body as it was covered by her uniform. Bonny went out and Laura waited for Charles to fetch his big prick back to her.

Charles would know, of course, that she had been sucking Bonny off, and his cock would be big and hard again.

But then she frowned.

The trouble was that Charles would enjoy fucking her as much as she enjoyed getting fucked. The man was not being properly punished for his infidelity.

She really ought to fuck another man. Thinking about that, she began to pace about the room. She thought that maybe she would fuck the tennis pro. But the tennis pro was not there at the moment, and she was desperate for some prick. She paused by the window.

Out in the yard, she could see young Robert, busily trimming the hedges behind the house.

A wicked gleam came into Laura's eyes Charles came in, still wearing the bathrobe and his cock was sticking out the front of it. "You wanted me?" he said, significantly. "I think you should be here," she said. That puzzled Charles. He raised his eyebrows.

"I really think the punishment will be more effective, if you're here to watch," Laura said. "Oh? I assumed you had already punished Bonny."

"Oh, yes I sucked her off," said Laura. "But now I'm going to have to punish you, Charles."

"Oh?" he said.

He had no idea what she meant. He thought that maybe she was going to make him suck her off without returning the favor. That was the only thing he could think of.

Then Laura rapped on the window.

Robert looked up from the hedge.

Laura motioned for him to come in.

She turned back to Charles.

"I'm going to fuck the gardener, dear," she said, sweetly. "And you are going to watch."