FORMATIVE YEARS CHAPTER 1 OF 3

 FORMATIVE YEARS CHAPTER 1 OF 3
          Part two
 
 
 
As I peeked cautiously around the door, my guess was confirmed. There, on a day bed, were George and Cora deeply involved with each other. They were both naked, George sitting on the bed, legs spread wide. Cora was on her knees in front of George, deep throttling him! I couldn't help it, the sight was too much for me and I came in my pants again, instantly. They were much too busy and engrossed in each other to notice me--yet.
 
I continued to watch as Cora suddenly backed off, climbed on the bed, and lay on her back with her legs spread wide.  
 
She cooed to George, "Fuck me now and fuck me hard!"
 
George didn't say a word, he just moved up, climbed in the saddle, and plunged the biggest cock I ever saw straight into Cora's pussy in one swift and hard stroke.  
 
That elicited a loud, "UNGGHHH!" from Cora. George pounded in and out of Cory's pussy while his hands played with her tits. I almost forgot why I was there. I quickly raised the camera. The flash got their attention! I got off a second shot. This one caught their surprised expressions as they stared at the camera. I do not know how I stood there so calmly, but I got still a third shot off as George was half pulled out of Cora's pussy, catching his huge cock half in and half out.  
 
It was at that point that I cut and ran as fast as I could up the stairs, knowing if I made it out the door, George was unlikely to follow me outside nude as he was. I made it out and back to my house. I slammed and locked the door behind me. Then I dashed for my room.
 
I looked at my developing pictures, locked in my room upstairs. The faces of both showed quite clearly in all three pictures! Then the phone rang! My folks and sister were gone for the evening also, to the same function as Jane and her parents. I picked up the extension in my room and heard, "James, please."
 
"S-speaking," I recognized the voice on the other end.
 
"Ahhhh, James!" Cora exclaimed. "You are a very naughty young man, aren't you!"  
 
"Depends on what you call 'naughty',"  
 
"You know what I mean, James, you and your naughty picture taking."
 
"I wasn't the naughty one, doing the nasty deed," I reminded her, "I was just photographing 'nature'."
 
"Be that as it may," Cora responded, "just what do you got in mind now, James?"
 
"Well, I could ask you and George for a chunk of money. I could also simply leave copies of the pictures I took in likely places all over school and town, but I can think of something even better."
 
"Like what?"  
 
"Like a front row, free seat for the next couple of shows would be much better!"  
 
After a momentary pause, Cora answered, "I'll have to talk to George first," and hung up.
 
So, that's how I got an exclusive ticket to the next show. Cora had me come over before George got there so that I got to see them undress each other. George was not a bit happy with me and I didn't like the look he gave me as they plopped into bed. Moments later, as George was pumping in and out of her in a missionary fuck, Cora turned her head to look straight at me and asked, "Do you like what you see, James?"
 
"Yeah, I do," I groaned.  
 
"Would you like to join us, James? I could use a cock in my mouth right now."
 
"N-N-NO," I stuttered in surprise, "I w-w-will just w-watch, t-thank you."
 
"Suit yourself, but I can plainly see you are enjoying yourself!"  
 
How right she was! Fully clothed, my boner was so huge it simply could not be hidden. Not touching myself anywhere, I came spontaneously in my pants, the wet spot clearly soaking through both my underwear and my jeans. And, the wet spot was steadily growing larger and larger without a hint of the boner deflating.  
 
"See how it's done, kid?" grunted George with a growl. "Nothing like it in the world kid, just blow your dick up and pump it in and out."
 
"Oh shit, I'm goanna to cum!" yelled Cora.  
 
And cum she did in buckets. George was right behind her as he arched his back and slammed his cock as deep as he could go, spewing a shit load of cum deep into Cora's hot box. I came again too, still without ever touching myself! Fucking amazing  
 
I watched as George uncoupled and Cora sucked his cock clean and then I hastily excused myself. I couldn't take anymore without getting involved. Without taking my eyes off the naked Cora, I backed out of the room to a wicked wink and smile from her and fled up the stairs.
 
There was only one other show, but I was not invited. I think George was too nervous with me on the scene. George and Cora only got together those two times before they left for separate colleges a month later.  
 
Though I never got that lucky again I continued my Peeping Tom career for many more years at any opportunity that presented itself as an adjunct to my sexless dating and masturbation in private. Jane never knew about this side of me. I would have died on the spot if she had found out.
 
Although I had graduated high school, still a virgin, Jane had two more years of high school and I went off out of state to college at the end of that post grad summer. The night before I was to leave, Jane and I spent a lot of time together, alone. After a movie, we sat, cuddled close with my arm around her in my car on Lookout Point. She cried a lot and I almost did.  
 
Jane asked, "What am I going to do without you? You've always been there, with me and for me--from giving me a shoulder to cry on, to wiping my tears away, helping me with my Algebra, to counseling me about my boyfriends. God, James, what am I going to do?" And she burst into fresh sobs.
 
I replied, "You'll do ok, Janie, you will find a good guy to take my place and forget all about me."
 
NEVER Jane almost screamed. "No one will ever take your place and I will never, ever forget you! Don't even suggest such a terrible thing!"
 
"Well," I said, "I will never forget you, Jane, and I will write to you regular like. You can write me with any questions or problems."  
 
We kissed then, tenderly, even passionately. Things started to heat up and I had to break the spell. Jane, we can't spoil the perfect relationship we have had for sixteen years with where this is trying to go. I'd better get you home. I did then manage to get her home, but not before her tears had soaked my hanky and nearly exhausted the box of Kleenex I keep in my car.  
 
When I pulled into my family's drive, she piled out of the car before I could get around and open the door for her and she fled across the way to the back door of her house, still in tears. "Shit!" was my only comment, whispered to myself as I climbed the porch steps to our back door.
 
The next morning at ten, I stepped off the train platform and climbed the steps into the train coach that would take me to the University of Michigan, some 1,200 miles away. Jane did not come to see me off. Jane's parents apologized but said Jane was so grief stricken, they could not get her out of the house.
 
That was twelve years ago. Now, I'm on my way home for the first time in those twelve years and wondering what I will find. Why the passing of twelve years before I saw home again? Because my parents died in an auto accident my first year at Michigan, and my siblings went to live with Mom's sister on the west coast.  
 
So, I spent my college summers on archaeology field trips and a quick visit or two to my aunt's to see my sisters. After college graduation, I spent several more years at the Missouri School of Mines with intermittent and quick visits to my Aunt's house on Christmas, and then more years overseas, as a company geologist for a big oil giant, looking for oil.  
 
Jane and I we corresponded for two years fairly often, quite often, in fact, for the first year. But that correspondence dwindled quickly after Jane went to college. My side of it anyway after a while, her unanswered letters quit arriving. But, before I tell you about my homecoming, I need to fill in some of the details of those years between high school graduation and my pending homecoming.