Spying on Jill

An excerpt from Spying on Jill

Gary brought the garden hose around the side of the house and in amongst the tall, overgrown bushes he had promised Wanda to trim months ago. He left the water off.

thru the vegetation, slightly obscured, sunning herself in the privacy of the backyard, but turned toward the south so she could get the best sun, was Jill.

The pretty blond girl sat in a folding lawn chair, legs splayed, head back, totally naked, one hand expertly diddling her soft pussy feverishly. She tossed her head, moaning softly, trying not to make noise that would attract attention.

But his pretty little seventeen-year-old stepdaughter always had Gary's attention.

Gary's cock stood at attention, rock-hard and straining at his shorts. He slipped it out thru the fly—easy since he still wasn't wearing underwear. He stroked the long shaft slowly, coaxing it to full arousal immediately.

Jill was already losing control. Her body shook and squirmed. She bucked and wriggled, gasped and panted, her small tits shaking, tiny nipples hard and sharp. Orgasm contorted her pretty features, made her seem to be in agony. Little whimpers escaped from her throat.

Gary stroked his hard cock more quickly, hoping to get off while Jill was still splayed out before him, naked and basking in her own afterglow.

But Jill didn't move. Her hand stayed firmly planted in her crotch, slowly massaging her wet slit and pink clitoris. Gary breathed heavily as he realized she was going for a second orgasm. He jacked his dick hard and fast, keeping pace with his stepdaughter's erotic rhythm. The nude girl rocked her hips against her hand, opened and closed her legs, bit her lip. She began to pant again, moaning more loudly, fingering her delicious slit faster and faster.

At last, Gary felt the come boiling in his balls. Jill's moans became louder as she lost all sense of where she was. Suddenly, a terrific, plaintive howl escaped her and her whole body shook and shivered. She convulsed in a hot second orgasm that sent her teenage body into violent spasms, her legs flailing, her head thrashing her gleaming yellow hair back and forth.

Without further warning, Gary's sack contracted, fed semen up thru his thru his belly, and blasted it out the tip of his prick. The jism shot out several inches, wad after wad of it, finally dribbling down his knuckles.

"Gary? Honey, have you seen Jill?" Fuck. It was Wanda. Gary's stomach dropped.

He stayed turned away, hastily stuffing his dick back into his shorts. "No," he lied casually. "Is she even here?"

The naked teenager heard, turned his way, eyes frightened and ashamed. But Gary had made sure to slip back away from the bushes, out of her view except, perhaps, as a shadow on the bushes.

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