Peep Show (ffm,exh,voy) Brook, walking on her knees, moves toward the center of the small round room. She is naked. Both Anne and Arnie, also on their knees, are locked in a deep passionate kiss. They are naked too. Brook continues on her knees toward them. Arnie is a dark and rather hairy guy with a slight build. Brook looks down at his erection. It is long and not very thick. Its head is fully engorged with blood, giving it a shiny look. Anne is slowly stroking it with her fist. They break their kiss and look toward Brook, who is only a few feet from them now. Anne is a beautiful girl with long flowing brown hair that reaches half way down her back. She turns and faces Brook. Anne's rich tan does not have any bathing suit lines. Her C-cup breasts stand up on their own, and her pointy nipples are sticking out proudly. Arnie, reaching in from behind, puts the palm of his hand on Anne's wet pussy, his finger tips pushing gently on her clitoris. Brook looks into the mirrors to her left and sees the three of them reflected back. The small round room has twenty mirrors evenly spaced around its perimeter. On the ceiling is another mirror just out of reach above their heads. The floor is padded with soft tan mats and is quietly rotating like a restaurant on top of a skyscraper. The room is brightly lit by fluorescent lights mounted between each mirror. She turns her attention back to Anne, who is kneeling a few feet away from her with her knees about a foot apart. Arnie's fingers have opened her slit and she can hear them sloshing around in her wetness. A small rush races through Brook's body, which brings up her goose bumps. Anne moves up to Brook until their nipples touch and puts her hands around the small of her back. Their eyes lock. Brook has been fantasizing about this exact moment for the last week and now it is happening. She can feel moisture flowing from deep inside, making her outer pussy lips very wet. Arnie now is slowly sliding two fingers in and out of Anne's fuck canal, making it very difficult for her to con-centrate. Brook slowly moves her lips up to Anne's, their eyes still lost deeply in each other's. Just as their lips begin to touch, Brook releases a single soft moan. Arnie, who had increased the tempo of his strokes inside Anne, is bringing her very close to an orgasm. She is having trouble keeping her attention focused on Brook. Their lips softly press together and they both close their eyes. Brook pushes her tongue forward and Anne separates her teeth giving her access to the inside of her warm moist mouth. Their tongues begin to dance together. Arnie feels Anne's pussy muscles start to squeeze and quiver around his fingers as her orgasm arrives. Brook has never been so turned on. Every inch of her naked body is alive with all her nerve endings turned on. Both her clitoris and nipples are erect and physically aching for stimulation. Anne tightens her grip around her waist, dominating the kiss as the orgasm races through-out her body. Her breath is loudly pumping in and out of her nose, and her tongue is rapidly fluttering around inside Brook's mouth. - ------------------------------------------------------------------ It was about this time last week that Brook had finally confessed to Anne that she was very interested in having sex with a woman. In fact, she had really surprised herself when she clicked the send button, and her confession about her most secret fantasy flew off through cyberspace to Anne's monitor. She had been curious for a long time but did not think she would actually tell anyone that she wanted to do something so naughty! "Are you asking ME?" Anne typed, a little surprised at what she had just read. She had been chatting with Brook on the computer for a month and never suspected that she might be attracted to her. She felt her insides begin to warm as she envisioned Brook and herself tonguing each other in the 69 position. That is Anne's favorite position. "I don't believe I just said that!" Brook's face blushed to a bright red. Her hands started to tremble above the keyboard. "I'm glad you did, Brook. I'd really like to show you what it's like!" Anne was never one who would let any opportunity like this slip away. "And I've been told that I'm really good at it!" "I'll meet you anywhere, Anne. We can do anything you want!" Brook was beginning to feel very bold now. She was getting on a roll. "I'm getting really horny just thinking about it!" She slipped a finger inside the little flaps of skin on the top side of her slit, and vigorously started rubbing her clitoris. "Well," Anne, thinking about the sex club she had visited a few times, tried to find the right words, "I belong to this club, and it's a real neat place for stuff like that." "Great!" Brook typed. "Anywhere! Anytime! I just want to do it!" "OK! Sure!" Anne replied, not believing her good fortune and Brook's eagerness. "I'm guessing you might not mind that some people at the club would be watching us?" "Huh? Watching us?" She thought, sitting back in her chair. She let the idea float around in her head for a few minutes. "Yeah! Cool!" She finally typed. The thought of being watched was another one of her most private fantasies. Anyway, she was so horny now that she would have agreed to anything. "Brook, we are going to have such a fun time together!" Anne gave her the directions to the private club hidden down a little dirt road far out in the country. She told her to meet her at the club the next weekend at around dusk. When all the plans were made, both Anne and Brook signed off and hurried to their own bedrooms and masturbated, fantasizing about making love to each other while a bunch of strangers watched. Brook pulled into the parking lot of the club just as it was getting dark. There were not any signs on the building, but she was sure that she found the right place from the description that Anne had given her. It was a small round building nestled back into the woods, and the parking lot was small and unpaved with about fifteen expensive looking cars parked around the edges. She turned her car off and took a deep breath. She had never done anything so crazy before, but she was ready. Pulling her panties to the side, she slipped a finger into her sex, as if she was taking her temperature with her finger. She was hot -- she had been all day. She was going to experience two of her naughtiest fantasies. Making love to a woman was one, and having sex in front of people was the other. Putting her finger up to her nose, she found that her juice smelled strong and heavy. She wiped off the wetness from her finger behind her ears and on her neck. Her heart was pounding heavily in her chest. She said aloud to herself, "OK! Let's go!" The heavy red door slowly opened in response to her three knocks. "Is there something I can do for you, young lady?" John, the large bartender, asked through the half opened door. "I'm Brook, Anne is expecting me!" She said confidently. A smile quickly replaced the frown on John's face and he pushed the door all the way open. "Yes, we've been expecting you!" Brook scooted under his arm and into the club. "Welcome to the Radiology Club!" She found herself standing in a bar that wrapped along the rounded outside wall of the building. She could not see any other people around. "The owner, Arnold, started the club for some of his doctor friends. He's the radiologist." Brook, not knowing what to do with herself, sat down at the empty bar and put her purse in front of her. "Do you need a drink, Brook?" John asked as he took her purse and put it behind the bar. "Sure do! Ummm...a whiskey sour would be nice!" "Coming right up, young lady!" He said as he bent over to locate the sour mix under the bar. Brook got up and looked around an interior door and saw a long curving hallway with lots of doors mounted close together. "Stay right here and I'll go get Anne for you." John said as he put her drink on the bar and hurried past her down the hallway to the right. As he scooted down the curved narrow hallway, John counted the empty rooms. He knew that it was getting close to a full house tonight, and it was his responsibility to know when all of the rooms were taken. Many of the club's members were doctors from the local hospital, and the rest joined after being a guest. Mark and Mary, sitting in room 4, opened their door when they John's heavy footsteps in the hallway. "Are we about ready, John?" Mark asked as he waved his hand out the door, getting his attention. John poked his head into their little room and said, "They are all here now. We'll be starting any time!" The little viewing rooms were not as big as the back of a limo. You had to enter the room by stepping over the back of an overstuffed couch. The sides had two small shelves where you can put your drinks and ashtrays. The couch was only a foot from a tall but narrow window that looked into a brightly lit stage. Mary was sitting back with her feet up high on the wall on either side of the window. She had one hand between her legs and already had her fingers buried in her slit. John and Mary were guests of Dr. Osborne and had been mooching his membership for quite a while. John made a mental note to tell them that they have already used up the doctor's guest quota and they needed to get their own membership. "Cheap Canadians!" He thought to himself. "Great! I've been wanting to watch that Anne chick!" Mary said without turning around toward John. Mark stood up and started unfastening his belt, so John closed their door. When he finally got all the way around to the stage entrance, he had counted only three unused rooms. He began to worry that he might have to use the little window on the stage door to watch the action if more people showed up. He naturally preferred the comfort of a viewing room with the soft couch and large window. Opening the door to the changing room, John saw that Anne was already naked and Arnie was not there. "Where's Arnie?" He asked, looking down at Anne's nakedness in an obvious manor. Anne, not bothering to cover her self, turned toward John and pointed to the bathroom door across the hall. "He told me that he likes to clean himself out before shows!" "Yes! It is always a good idea to begin a show with empty bladders and bowels. Oh! By the way, your young friend is cooling her heals back in the bar." John said, rubbing his hands together. "She's a real doll, you lucky slut!" "Does she look nervous or anything?" "Nope, she's a real cool customer!" John said, watching Anne's finger as it slowly began to slid in and out of her vagina. "When Arnie finishes, y'all can start. I'll go back and get Brook up to speed on all this." He hesitated, looking at her cunt being fucked by her finger. This is how Anne always got ready for a performance, like a singer practicing her scales. John bit his lower lip a little too hard. Leaving the dressing room door open, John finally headed back toward the bar. Outside of room 16 stood an empty beer pitcher, so he scooped it up. He remembered that Wendy and Dr. Gutstein were behind the closed door, which made him chuckle. Wendy is Arnie's wife, and the good gastroenterologist was their boss way back when she and Arnie had first met. Everyone knew that they went to the viewing rooms together when Arnie was on stage...everyone except Arnie that is. The light was lit outside room 12, so John opened the door without knocking. "What do ya need, girls?" "How about another pitcher of long island ice tea?" Asked Cheryl. Cheryl and Claudia occupied this room every night that the club had a show. Both of these beauties were old girlfriends of Arnie. They were both as nude as the day they were born, and Cheryl was sitting on Claudia's lap. The room smelled strongly of sex. "One pitcher, coming up! The show is about to start. Hold on tight!" As John closed their door he heard very loud noises coming from the room next door. Howie, George, and Irwin were all tangled up in there, and it sounded like they were having a great time. Irwin was John's brother-in-law from Schenectady when John was married to Irwin's sister. He decided to let them break the "two to a room" rule again. Brook pushed her empty glass toward John as soon as he returned to the bar and only said, "Another, please." He put her glass on the bar and first refilled the pitcher with the pre-made long island ice tea. She poked her head out the bar door again and looked down the curved hallway. "Anne couldn't come. She's getting ready. Sorry." John made two drinks for Brook this time, and handed them to her as he walked past her into the hallway. "Follow me, young lady." He said, and hurried back down the hallway again. After putting the pitcher outside number 12 and giving the door a quick knock, he led Brook down to the empty room next to the dressing room where Anne was. "This is Arnie's room. He's the club owner and he won't be needing it for this show." John motioned her into the room. "It doesn't look like there will be any latecomers who will be needing it either." Brook lowered herself into the soft couch and looked around. Her eyes widened when she looked through the large window into the round extremely well lit stage. She saw that the floor was turning slowly, and its walls were lined with many evenly spaced mirrors. She did not have to be told what the room was used for. "Now, there are only a few things you need to know." John started. "It's kind of a custom that no one speaks in there. The mikes are very sensitive and will even pick up the noise when you brush your fingers through your hair, so don't even try to whisper. Loud grunts and groan are OK, naturally." John gave Brook a little wink with that. "Also, don't try to play to a mirror. You can't be sure someone is behind it anyway, but go ahead and use the mirrors to look back at the action." He waited for some kind of reaction or maybe a question, but she just seemed a bit glazed over. "They should be ready to start now, but let them set the mood in there for a few minutes before you make you entrance. OK?" "Sure." She finally replied, still looking into the rotating stage. "So, no questions or anything, young lady?" Brook wiggled her butt down into the couch and asked without looking back, "Well, ah, how long will I be out there?" "Just as long as you want. The first time Anne was out there, she was with three guys, and she kept them going for more that an hour. Shit! Did I have a mess to clean up after that!" She leaned forward with her nose almost touching the glass. "Mmmm. Yeah! I'll bet." "Remember," John continued. "wait a few minutes and let them warm up the audience before you make your grand entrance. The stage door is next door in the dressing room. You should leave your clothes here." He waited a moment for Brook to acknowledge that she understood, but her attention remained focused through the one way mirror and into the stage. "Well, have fun young lady!" John hurried back toward the bar, and checked to make sure that anyone did not need their drinks refilled. They all knew that the bar would be closed during the show because John usually watches it too. - ------------------------------------------------------------------ Anne's body is shuddering from the orgasm that Arnie is giving her with his fingers from behind. She is trying to keep the passionate kiss with Brook from breaking; but the orgasm sends a bolt of energy up her spine, and she can not stop the sharp squeals that are escaping from her throat. Arnie can feel that the orgasm is at its peek now, so he shoves his fingers in as deep as he could and holds them there. He feels Anne's fuck canal spasming around his buried fingers. The girls are forced to interrupt their kiss when Anne forces too much air into Brook's mouth. Anne bends farther over with her head under Brook's arm, using her grip around Brook's back for balance. She just holds on tight while her body rocks with the very powerful orgasm. John, now sitting in Arnie's room, has Brook's panties up to his nose. He watches Anne's body shuddering, and hears her irregular breathing. It almost sounds as if she is crying, but he knows that it is her cry of pleasure. The palm of Arnie's hand has a puddle of pussy juice in the center. As he feels the spasms begin to subside, he slowly slides his wet fingers out. Cheryl is refilling Claudia's long island ice tea from the pitcher while the three of them on the stage move to a different position on the mat. The two lesbians had been sitting side by side, were fingering each other during the first part of the performance, and now their soft leather cushion is wet and slippery. They do not care. Cheryl quickly fingers herself, gathering some of her pussy juice on her finger, and stirs Claudia's drink with it. Claudia smiles back at her and returns her attention back to the stage. Brook is now lying on her back with her legs splayed. This gives Dr. Gutstein and Wendy a full view of her beaver. Wendy lets his hard-on pop out of her mouth, and they both lean forwards to look closely at it before the turning floor moves it away. Brook's brown pubic hair is straight and soft, and she has it neatly trimmed. Her wet outer lips are dark pink and very fleshy. A small stream of clear fluid is running out from the bottom of her crack onto her dark butt hole. Wendy leans farther forward when she sees that Brook's outer lips are opened up in the middle, showing a bright pink inner pussy. Anne, after pulling some of her hair off from her face and wiping her sweaty forehead with the back of her arm, is kneeling down next to Brook. She leans over and starts placing soft kisses on Brook's neck just behind her ear. One of her hands is gently stroking her mid-section, moving it from just above her mound up to the area between her breasts. Brook's eyes are closed and her face is turned away, giving Anne's lips access to that side of her head and neck. She looks very submissive with her arms extended straight out with her palms facing up. She feels the liquid river of pussy juice trickling onto her rectum and it tickles, but she is able to ignore it. Arnie, seemingly content to play with Anne from behind, is gently pushing his wet finger into her tight butt hole. This delights the three gay guys in room 11 when Anne's moon moves into their direct view. They had pushed the back of couch down, changing it into the bed configuration, and are lying in a blow- job circle. Howie is doing George, George is doing Irwin, and Irwin is doing Howie. Of course, they are straining their necks toward the window, each trying to watch as Arnie slowly slides his finger in and out of Anne's ass. Brook's left hand has found his stiff penis and is slowly stroking it. Anne's tongue enters Brook's left ear, and starts exploring in all its little nooks. Her hand surrounds Brook's left breast and is squeezing it ever so gently. Brook's hard nipple stands straight up proudly. Anne moves her mouth away from Brook's ear and starts kissing across her cheek, and Brook turns her face toward her. Anne, using the just tip of her tongue, wetly traces the outline of her slightly parted lips, and then kisses them very lightly and gently. Again, her tongue traces her tongue around her lips, adding more moisture under her nose and on her chin. Her wet lips open farther. Anne takes her lower lip and sucks it gently into her mouth, and her index finger very lightly brush across Brook's left nipple. It is obvious to everyone that Anne is taking her time, and they guess that Brook is going to explode into a massive orgasm the moment she is touched on her sex between her legs. Brook wants to grab Anne's hand and thrust it into her waiting crotch. The torture she is being put through is intense, and the anticipation is almost more than she can bear. Anne removes her mouth up from Brook's, places both of her hands around her left breast, and squeezes it gently. Her nipple is long and thick and is sticking up from the middle of her silver dollar size deep pink areola. Anne lowers herself down and very gently begins placing wet French kisses all around her breast, being careful to avoid her yearning nipple. Brook feels the tip of her tongue circling, getting closer and closer, but not actually touching it. Brook can not lie still any longer. Her legs begin to flail, and she is stroking Arnie's erection wildly. She puts her free hand on the back of Anne's head and tries to push it up to her neglected nipple. Anne is bending over Brook with her rear end high in the air. Arnie had added a second finger, and is quickly pumping them in and out of her butt. He feels his cum starting to move up his rod as Brook continues pumping. Arnie, finding enough room to move it over Brook's face, closes his eyes and waits for the eruption. Knowing that he is about ready, Brook angles his cock down toward her face and chest. Anne finally takes Brook's nipple gently between her lips and sucks it slowly into her warm wet mouth. The pressure of her mouth and lips is so light she can hardly feel it. She squirms and arches her back, wanting her to suck harder -- wanting to force it farther into Anne's mouth. Anne, reading her desire, begins to lightly nibble on her stiff nipple. A soft groan comes from Brook with the first bite. The second bite is harder, and Brook gets louder. With the third bit she opens her mouth with a sharp yell, and Arnie's cock begins shooting its load down at her. She does not even notice the first shot as it lands on her neck and shoulder, just missing Anne's hair. Arnie tries to correct the aim with his hips, but the second load lands on her nose and in her ear. Anne, in the mean time, has her mouth plastered down firmly on Brook's breast. Her tongue is pushing directly down on her nipple and onto her milk gland, which she is manipulating around and around. Brook is still pumping on Arnie's softening erection, his sperm no longer shooting out. He removes his two fingers from Anne's butt hole and stands up, letting Brook's hand fall away. Anne looks up when she notices that Arnie is moving away, and looks at Brook's messy face. The white stuff is rolling off her neck to the mat, some is stuck on her cheek, and a few big globs are in her hair. There is a long line of it running from between her eye brows, down her nose just missing her eye, and ending just to the side of her lips. Arnie, standing above the them, looks down proudly at his artistic cum job. Brook, it seems, does not care about the mess. John the bartender wipes his semen off his belly with Brook's panties as they change positions again on the stage. Arnie had settled down with his knees next to Brook's ears, and is squeezing her boobs with both hands. Anne having lifted her leg over Brook's torso, sitting on her legs, is French kissing her way slowly down her belly. It seems to John that Brook is looking right at him, but she is only watching Anne and Arnie as they are working on her body. Brook had forgotten where she was during the previous activity, but now she is thinking about all the hidden eyes watching her. Anne briefly stops to French her navel, and then continues kissing and licking farther down toward her mound and her slit below. Cheryl and Claudia, having moved their couch down to the bed position, are very slowly and deliberately rubbing their clits together while closely watching the action. They only shut their eyes when another orgasm distracts them. Anne slides down between Brook's legs and hands her feet back to Arnie. He pulls them up and out to the side, which lifts Brook's butt off the mat. Brook watches Anne as she looks down into her wide open under side. She knows that she will quickly cum the moment Anne begins. Anne knows this too. Brook's little butt hole is contracting as if it is winking at her. Her pink clit is swollen and is sticking out from the dark flaps of skin, and her pussy lips are still parted slightly in the middle, reveling the entrance to her fuck canal. Anne slips her index finger straight into the deepest part of her cunt and finger-fucks her for just a few strokes, but quickly removes it just when Brook is about to cum. Brook cries out in desperation. Anne's rump goes high into the air when she lowers her head down to Brook's waiting crotch. Her wet pussy and moon are aiming right at the booth with the two Canadians. Mary, sitting on Mark's lap, is bouncing up and down, driving his dick deeply into her. Mary gasps as Anne reaches under herself with her free hand and starts stroking her wet clit. They can not see where her mouth is going, but Anne has it down on the little area called the perineum, between Brook's rectum and the bottom side of her vagina. She is wetly licking it. Brook tries to lower her butt to get her mouth up to her pussy, but Arnie has a firm hold of her ankles. Finally, Anne sticks the tip of her tongue between the lips of her slit and carefully slides it the length of her crack, only to reverse direction just before getting up to her clit. Slowly she glides her tongue back down her pussy, this time letting it follow down into its depths. When she reaches the end, her tongue comes out and goes down to her rectum. She licks it a few times, letting her tongue enter it just a little. Brook shouts out another loud grunt. Anne begins moving her tongue upward again. When she is centered directly over her fuck canal, she plunges her tongue deeply and rapidly fucks her a few times with it. Spasms are overtaking Brook's control of her pussy muscles. She has never been so turned on. An orgasm almost makes it out when Anne begins moving upward again. Just as she is about to find her clit with her tongue, she opens the top of her cunt with her upper lip and sucks her clit into her mouth. Brook's orgasm arrives like a shot, sending her whole body in to uncontrollable spasms. Her clit is between Anne's teeth, and she is rubbing it roughly with her tongue. Wave after wave of electricity rush through Brook's body. Anne had almost gotten herself off with her finger during all this, but really wanted Brook to do that for her. After licking up all of Brook's pussy juice, she moves her hot pussy above Brook's mouth and slowly lowers it. Arnie moves in front of the Anne and puts his erection up to her mouth. She eagerly sucks it in and, at the same time, begins to feel Brook's tongue going into her pussy. Anne feels Arnie's prick quickly stiffen in her mouth, which was a good thing, because she is going to cum on Brook's face very quickly. Arnie begins to rapidly fuck her mouth, and Anne feels an orgasm begin to shoot electricity up her crack. When the orgasm hits hard, she releases a load of wetness onto Brook's mouth and chin. Anne begins to swallow as the dick in her mouth begins to shoot its load. John gathers up all of Brook's clothes and heads back to the bar. Anne will have to explain to Brook that they are expected to be received by the audience in the bar after the show, and he did not want her to get dressed and sneak out. When he had left Arnie's booth, Anne was lying on top of Brook, and they were rolling around in a passionate kiss. Arnie had already left the stage, wanting to be at the bar before everyone else gets there. The two girls on the stage continued kissing and rolling around. They could not hear the standing ovation coming from every booth.