That Doggy in the Window.

Mark continued whacking furiously on his man-meat, standing over the naked girl, admiring her youthful physicality, as she rolled the nickel over and over between her fingers, touching off her clitoris with each rotation, and watching expectantly for the spurt of semen that would splash on her smooth round tits. Mark knew he could last much longer this time, however, and he wanted to see how many tricks he could teach his new-bought pet. He paused in his pulling, and knelt down beside Jenny, his fat cock hanging over the girl's head within easy reach of her wicked mouth.

" Lick it.", he said, and Jenny immediately lunged forward. Mark jumped back just on time to prevent her berry- red tongue gracing on his cock's head. Jenny's brows crossed in confusion, and Mark sneered in feigned derision.

"Silly bitch. I never agreed you could suck my cock." Jenny pouted like a child denied a candy-bar, and Mark ran his hand up and down his rock-solid shaft to tease the girl with what she was missing. He pointed over her shoulder, to the milky smear on the window-pane.

" You made me spill my precious cum earlier, do you remember?" Jenny nodded. "Go and clean it up like a good little harlot."

Jenny grinned, and climbed to her feet. She crossed the room, and bent over the window sill, her ass raised to Marks view. From this position she craned her neck around, and said plaintively ," My tits are on show, Mr Stevens."

Mark grinned. Jenny Griffith's perfect C-cups were on display in his window, like those of an undressed mannequin in a woman's fashion store. He felt a tight squeeze in his balls as he wondered how to make the most of this indecent exposure, and knelt for another snapshot of Jenny's slick pussy, with the shiny nickel still nestling between her swollen labia. Jenny smiled a wide and nervous smile, and turned back to lick the drying cum off the glass. Her tongue worked in spirals, leaving a trail of saliva on the window. Mark moved until he was standing in the corner of the room, with an unobstructed view of her tongue caressing the glass; he took a close-up for posterity.

" Can you see your house, Jenny?"

" Yes, Mr Stevens."

"Is there anyone home, Jenny?"

" My mom's in the front room, Mr Stevens."

"Can she see you, Jenny?"

Jenny didn't answer immediately, but her face turned bright red.

" Can your mother see her daughter in her neighbor's house?"

Jenny turned to face Mark, as if pleading for a way out. Instead, Mark handed her his binoculars.

" Can your mother see your sweet tits hanging out for all the neighborhood to see?"

Jenny looked through the binoculars before answering.

" She's reading the paper, Mr Stevens. She hasn't seen me."

Mark took the binoculars back and stepped behind the teenage girl, gently squeezing his over-ripe cock in anticipation of what he was planning to do to her. Through the binoculars he could see the redoubtable Mrs Griffith sitting by the open living room window, deeply engrossed in a broadsheet spread out over the living room table.

" So as long as she's not distracted, she won't look up from her paper. Will she, Jenny?"

" No, Mr Stevens."

" She won't see her daughter getting fucked in broad daylight by a man twice her age?"

" No, Mr Stevens."

" Open the window, Jenny."

Jenny turned back her head to look at Mark, apparently equally aghast and and exhilarated. Mark nodded. " Open the window. I want you to tilt your ass up so I can slide my cock right up your wet little pussy, and lean out so the world can see your breasts bouncing as I pump my cum deep into your cunt."

Too stunned to speak, Jenny slowly reached to the brass catches of the window and swung them open. She stepped forward, leaning with the window-sill pressed into her smooth flat tummy, her hands resting on the frame to support herself, and her ass hitched up inviting the dick that Mark continued to tug, standing behind her in the afternoon shadow of the bedroom.

" How are you feeling now, Jenny?", Mark asked, positioning himself to penetrate her teenage slit.

Jenny's whispered words, spoken out into the first-floor air, were lost.

" You'll have to speak up, Jenny."

" I'm, I'm a bit scared, Mr Stevens."

" Only a bit scared, Jenny?"

Jenny giggled, irresistibly. " Oh, but I'm so horny, Mr Stevens!"

" Are you ready to be fucked now, Jenny?" Mark let go of his dick; the time had come at last.

" Yes, said Jenny, barely audible. Mark reached for the cordless phone on the desk beside him, and silently dialed a local number.

" I couldn't hear that, Jenny.", he played for time, waiting for the dial tone.

" Yes, Mr Stevens." Mark trained the binoculars once again on Mrs Griffith's front room, where something had roused the respectable mother of two from her newspaper.

" Yes, what?"

" I'm ready, Mr Stevens." Mrs Griffith had left the living room, chasing after the ring-tone.

" Ready for what, Jenny?"

" I'm ready to be fucked, Mr Stevens." The strain in Jenny's voice made it clear she was very ready indeed.

"Beg for it, slut," grunted Mark, spying Mrs Griffith going back to her living room chair, her own cordless phone in hand.

" Fu- fuck me, Mr Stevens."

Just then, Mark heard Mrs Griffith's voice over the phone line; " Hello?" Mark stayed silent, letting Jenny yell out;

" Please fuck me, Mr Stevens! Stick your sweet cock straight up my cunt!"

Mark thrust the phone up to Jenny's ear, and let the girl hear her mother on the other end.

" Hello? What was that? Who is this?"

" MOM!!" screamed the teenager out into the open air of the suburban neighborhood, as Mark rammed his hard, swollen cock right up to the balls into the hottest, wettest, tightest pussy he had ever felt.