Untamed Passion

A PASSION FOR HIM

Martin Bascomb was one of those men that everybody liked. Simple, uncomplicated, and easygoing, he was a likable man who was a friend to everyone he met. He was also one of those strange individuals that never had to worry about what he ate, his body remained hard and muscular even though these days he worked inside at a desk in his study instead of outdoors, where he had spent most of his life. His thick, sandy blonde hair,

his chiseled features and his intelligent hazel eyes contributed to his overall good looks, but most of the time it was the brilliance of his white smile that people remembered most.

The smile rattled Stella Merritt down to her toes every time Martin turned it her way. Just turned eighteen years old, the pretty senior got weak in the knees whenever her neighbor paid any attention to her at all. When Martin and his pretty wife Elaine asked him to be their babysitter, Stella had been thrilled. She longed for intimate contact with the man.

Stella had been watching through the couple’s bedroom window from her

second-floor bedroom, and she had salivated as she watched Elaine sucking on Martin’s thick penis… she had often masturbated to the sight of them fucking on the king-sized bed. For her birthday, Stella had requested and gotten a fine pair of Zeiss hunting binoculars, ostensibly for bird

watching…but in truth, the amazing optics had permitted her to get an intimately close look at Martin’s cock and Elaine’s pussy. She had watched Elaine’s face closely at the moment of penetration and the moment of her orgasm. She knew exactly how Martin screwed up his face just before the cum flooded from the tip of his cock. She even knew how much Elaine

enjoyed something that Stella had always been taught was taboo…anal sex. The woman seemed to love it, and she was always eager when Martin rolled her onto her belly and lifted her hips. The expression on Elaine’s face was rapturous every single time Stella watched them having sex. If Elaine’s reactions were to be trusted, Martin was a superior lover.

One of the games the couple played in their bedroom intrigued her intensely. Martin would lie on one side of the bed and masturbate as Elaine played with herself. He seemed to enjoy it, and the game gave Stella the glimmer of an idea.

“Oh god yes Martin, stick it in my ass baby!” Elaine begged. Martin eased his thick cock inside her well-lubed ass and she lifted it towards him as he slid smoothly inside her. “Oh fuck baby…mmm…so good…” Elaine was one of the rare women who could cum from anal penetration, and

she liked it often. “Is…is she watching?” Elaine gasped. She had loved the idea of being watched from the first time they had sensed the watcher. It had added an edge, a new dimension to the lovemaking she enjoyed so much with Martin.

“Yes,” Martin said, the hard muscles of his abdomen flexing as he rocked on top of Elaine’s ass. He was as thrilled at being watched as Elaine was. In truth, Martin loved to watch, and to be watched, it was his favorite kink.

“Slam me, baby,” Elaine begged, “give her a show!” He did his best,

shoving his cock deep into her ass and shooting his cum into her. As always, the feel of his cum shooting inside her ass sent her over the edge. She

collapsed on the bed, Martin’s familiar and comfortable weight resting on her back.

“Do you think we can get her to play now that she’s legal?” Elaine asked, playing with his cock in plain view of Stella’s bedroom window. They had needed to move the bed in front of the window after Elaine noticed Stella watching them through the window one evening. The fact that the pretty teen was interested excited both of them and the opportunity to live a fantasy was not an opportunity to be wasted.

“I hope so,” Martin said, shivering with pleasure as Elaine bent to lick at the sensitive head of his cock.

Stella held the Zeiss binoculars in one hand and the eight-inch latex cock in the other. As Elaine bent over Martin’s incredible six-pack abs and licked the tip of his cock. Stella pressed the dildo in as deep as it would go and

came convulsively. So good…

Friday night was as good a time as any for the Bascombs to initiate their plan. Elaine took the kids to her mother’s house for the weekend and was back home before Stella showed up at seven.

When Stella knocked at the door she was surprised when Martin answered the door wearing only a pair of white cotton pants that tied at the waist with a drawstring. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in his deep tan,

white smile, and the sexy abs that were so gorgeous they looked like the ones drawn in the comic books. She was instantly wet, and she had to lean against the door frame to keep her balance.

Elaine came to the door wearing a long white thin cotton dress that did nothing to hide her beautiful body. She reached for Stella and pulled her inside. “Come on in Stella, we’re doing something a little different tonight.” Elaine drew her to the center of the great room. They had laid a white tablecloth out on the deep pile carpet, and there was an open bottle of champagne and three crystal flutes on the tablecloth.

Elaine set Stella down and then sat down cross-legged beside her. Martin lay down on his side, his bare skin gleaming in the dim light of the great room. Stella looked around her, realizing with a shiver that the only light in the room came from dozens of candles. It was like wandering into a really good porn movie, and she felt her nipples harden and the dampness begin between her legs. Elaine put a hand high on Stella’s thigh, her delicate fingers raising goose bumps on Stella’s bare skin. “We know you’ve been watching us,” Elaine said softly. Stella jumped guiltily,

embarrassed that she had been caught, and surprised that the couple wasn’t

angry at her. A slightly scary feeling ran through her. She was half wary and all horny, and her expectations were rising by the second. “It’s okay,”

Elaine whispered, one shoulder strap of the white dress slipping down and a single, rosy-tipped breast glistening in the candlelight. “We like to be

watched.”

Stella looked first into Elaine’s eyes to determine if she was being told the truth, and then into Martin’s. Martin nodded his assent with a smile. The three of them were a little on edge…it was a moment that could take many directions and none were exactly sure what would happen next.

“What…what do you want from me?” Stella whispered.

“I want to watch you with Martin,” Elaine said passionately, her hand stroking Stella’s wavy blonde hair softly.

Stella’s thighs spread involuntarily, and she moaned as Elaine’s hand slipped down to her breast. Their lips were separated by inches, and

Stella’s were moving soundlessly as Elaine’s soft hand slipped inside her top and grasped her supple breast, the nipple rigid against her palm. “Oh god…” Stella whispered, shivering.

Martin reached across the gap between them and replaced Elaine’s hand with his own. Gently he drew Stella to him, and she came unresisting, whimpering at the long-desired touch of his hand. Without conscious

thought, Stella’s hand closed around the erection poking against the front of Martin’s pants. Her mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ as Martin slowly removed her clothes, leaving kisses against her bare skin in the wake of his deft hands. With every kiss against her tender skin, Stella’s body committed to anything Martin wanted to do to her. She wanted him to do everything to her…all the things she had watched him do to Elaine through her bedroom window. Stella felt free.