I'd had a crush on Mrs. Gill ever since she and her husband moved next door. She was slim, with a pretty face, long straight brown hair, medium-sized tits, and a tight little ass. He was a great big muscular Marine Sergeant with a black buzz-cut.
One day, she'd gotten all sweaty while washing her car. She hosed herself down, soaking her tight little bikini and showing her nipples through the tightly-stretched wet cloth. I took my stiff cock out and stepped closer to the window to see better as she cupped her breasts and ran her thumbs over her nipples.
She glanced at our house, then picked up the hose and pressed it against her bikini bottom, directing the water stream between her legs. I came after a few strokes, splashing a big load of thick milky cum on the living room window.
A few weeks later, Mrs. Gill forgot to close her bedroom blinds and I saw her coming out of the shower. She was naked, drying her hair with a towel.
She took the towel back into the bathroom. I grabbed my binoculars, turned my room lights off, then stood by the window with my jeans and briefs pulled down around my ankles.
Mrs. Gill came back, still stark naked, and walked toward the window. Her pear-shaped tits, with nipples the size of quarters, were the perfect size for her body. Her crotch was hairless and her neatly-rolled little pussy lips were barely visible in the shadows between her legs. I let go of my stiff rod to hold the heavy binoculars steady.
She stood motionless, looking out the window. I froze when her eyes locked with mine. I was pretty sure she couldn't see me in the dark.
Mrs. Gill smiled briefly, then looked down at her trim athletic body. She put a hand on her breast and traced slow circles around her nipple. I moaned softly, wishing I could touch her beautiful tits.
Oh fuck! She let her hand slide down between her legs and stood at the window with her eyes closed, gently fingering herself. I propped my elbow on the window sill to steady the binoculars and wrapped my free hand around my stiff cock.
The binoculars bumped into the window, sending a soft ringing noise through the night air. Mrs. Gill's eyes snapped open and I jumped back from the window. She smiled again and pinched a nipple, then turned and slowly walked away. I set the binoculars down and jacked my dick frantically while I stared at her rolling buttocks. She finally reached the door and turned the light off, then went down the hall, still naked.
After that, Mrs. Gill left the blinds open every few nights. She'd stand in front of the window for several minutes, gazing out into the darkness and touching herself lightly, then turning and slowly walking away. I'd watch her through the binoculars, trying to memorize every detail, then spend half the night fantasizing about her while I jacked off.
I mowed the lawn and ran errands for Mrs. Gill. We never said or did anything, but I felt a definite heat between us. I told myself it was just my fantasies, but I didn't really believe that. I guess that's what led up to that day during my last year of high school.
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It was Saturday afternoon and my friend Kevin and I were hanging out at my house. Dad was out of town and Mom was at the office, working on a special project, so we had the place to ourselves. We called our buddy Freddie and he came over with a couple of six-packs.
We drank beer and smoked a few joints, then went out in the back yard with a Frisbee. After we'd tossed it around for a while, Kevin sent it sailing over the privacy fence into the Gills' back yard.
Freddie climbed onto the fence's lower support rail and looked over the top. "Jesus, Paul! There's a woman! She's tied up!"
I jumped up beside him. It was Mrs. Gill . . . naked and spread-eagled with her wrists and ankles tied to metal stakes buried in the ground.
"Hold on, Mrs. Gill!" I scrambled over the fence and dropped lightly on the other side. Freddie was right behind me. It took Kevin longer to get over the fence. We stood at her feet, looking down at her.
It was hard to look at Mrs. Gill's face, instead of her graceful breasts or the glistening pink hole between her gaping pussy lips. She saw the big bulges in our pants and blushed.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Gill," I said. "We'll untie you." I looked at Freddie. "Call the cops." He pulled his phone out.
"No," Mrs. Gill said. "Don't."
"You don't want the police?" I asked.
She shook her head. "This is just a game, Paul. Please go back home and pretend you didn't see anything."
My stiff cock, painfully trapped in my jeans, got even harder. "I don't know, Mrs. Gill. We can't just leave you like this."
"What kind of game is this?" Freddie asked.
"It's something my husband and I do. He leaves me here and comes back after a couple hours and pretends to be a stranger finding me like this."
"You like to be tied up this way?" I asked. "And you want a strange guy to fuck you?"
She looked away. "Well, yes. Sometimes."
I sank to my knees beside Mrs. Gill and put a hand on her breast. Touching her felt even better than I'd imagined. I caressed her firm flesh and pinched her nipple. It was already hard.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"You said you liked being treated like this, Mrs. Gill."
"Not by you, dammit!"
Keith knelt beside me and fondled Mrs. Gill's other breast. Freddie fingered her slit, then buried his face between her legs. She moaned and arched her back, grinding her pelvis into his face while gasping, "No! Don't! Please stop!"
I pushed Freddie away and slipped a finger up Mrs. Gill's pussy. It was really hot and wet. She screamed and rolled her hips as I drove two fingers in and out of her tight pussy. I got rougher and she got louder. She was coming!
I pulled my fingers out of Mrs. Gill's pussy and unzipped my jeans, letting my painfully hard cock spring out. It's a giant, 8" long and 2" thick with a wide bell-shaped head and a deep corneal ring. She stared at it with an expression of horror mixed with fascination. "No! Don't fuck me! Please! Do anything but just don't fuck me!"
"Can't help it, Mrs. Gill." I moved between her legs and pointed my cock's swollen head between her pussy lips. "I've wanted to fuck you for years."
"I'll suck you off!" she cried desperately. "All of you. Just don't fuck me."
