Perversions and Transgressions Ch. 06

"Thanks guys," I said. "Seemed wrong to leave her sleeping in that chair."

"No problem," Taylor said.

"Can't believe she didn't wake up," Charles said.

"I told you she's out," I said. "Nothing will wake her right now. She'd sleep through a nuclear attack. Or any kind of attack."

I put a pillow under her head and set her arms out beside her. She lay there perfectly still but for the slow rising and falling of her chest and bare stomach, her shirt having slid up some as we put her on the bed. Her feet tilted to the sides, her legs straight and spread in a V.

"Maybe I should at least take those shorts off," I said.

I unbuttoned her shorts and pulled the zipper down, then turned to look at Charles and Taylor. They were both looking down at her, then looked at me surprised, and shambled out of the room.

Once they had left I pulled her shorts down her legs and placed them folded on her dresser. I looked to the bedroom door to make sure no one was watching me. Then, I turned back to her and spread her legs a bit wider. Her white thong underwear barely covered anything, just a white triangle at her groin and thin white straps around her. I pushed her shirt further up to expose more of her stomach and pulled the neck down a bit to show some cleavage. I brushed her hair from her face and around her, laying on the pillow. She looked gorgeous. I bent down and kissed her lips softly. Then, I stood up, sighed heavily, and walked back to the living room, leaving the bedroom door open.

They were both back on the couch, ostensibly watching the game, but I was hoping they were thinking of other things. As I walked around the couch I noticed Charles was holding a pillow on his lap and had to stop from smiling. Taylor had his legs crossed, a startled expression on his face.

"Okay, I'm going to take off," I said. "You guys can do whatever you want. You won't wake her. Use whatever you want. If you're not here when I get back then it was good to meet you both."

"Yeah, good to meet you too," Charles said.

"Yeah," Taylor said, his voice sounding distant. "Take care."

I turned, opened the front door, and walked out, closing the door behind me. The air felt colder than before, bringing out goose bumps on my arms. I walked to my car, got in, and started it. I was feeling confident that it had worked. I felt that if there had been just one of them that either of them would probably use her. Charles definitely would if alone. I think Taylor would have been strongly tempted and at least looked at her. But with both of them there I wasn't sure if anything would happen. I was wishing one of them would leave somehow, but seeing as how they had to leave together I didn't think that would happen.

I backed out of the driveway and drove around the block to the street behind Denise's apartment. I found a house that looked empty and parked on the street in front of it. I got out of my car, locked it, looked around for anyone watching, but saw no one. Then, I hurried around the house into the backyard of the duplex. I approached the back door and stood still for a moment, letting myself catch my breath and trying to get my excitement under control. I didn't want to be on edge as I tried to walk through the house. I wanted to be calm and quiet.

I gripped the doorknob and pulled the door open slowly. I could hear commercials in the living room. I slipped through the open door and pulled it closed behind me, leaving the latch disengaged again. I listened carefully and I could hear them talking in the living room. They were talking about the game, but in jilted dialogue with long pauses.

I moved around the table to the hallway and the living room came into view. I could see the couch and the backs of their heads. I slipped quickly into the hallway then into the bedroom. I walked quickly but quietly to the closet, opened the door, slipped inside, and closed the door halfway as it had been. I hadn't breathed since I entered the house and took a deep breath. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I listened through the rush of blood in my ears for notice they had heard me. I could hear the television, now an announcer talking about the game and heard Taylor's voice commenting on something. They hadn't heard me.

I laid my hand on the door jam and looked into the bedroom. I could see the bed clearly. Denise was still passed out, exactly as I had left her. I could also see the bedroom doorway. I moved back into the closet, into the shadows, so I could mainly see the bedroom doorway. I sat down beneath some hanging clothes in the dark where I couldn't be seen and started waiting.

I didn't wait for long before Charles walked past the bedroom doorway. He looked into the bedroom but continued past and went to the bathroom. On his way back he stopped in the doorway. He stepped into the room a bit and stared at her. He watched her for a while, his eyes moving over her. His hand drifted to his crotch and he rubbed himself through his pants. I waited for him to move into the room and do something, but he suddenly turned away and walked back to the living room.

I sighed in disappointment. I was sure he would have done something if he'd been alone. I settled back and waited some more, but was losing hope. I tried to think of a way I could have separated them, got Taylor to leave but have Charles stay, but I couldn't think of anything.

I could hear them talking in the living room but couldn't make out exactly what they were saying. Their voices got loud for a moment like they were arguing then softened. I hoped they were talking about Denise but they could have just as easily been talking about the game or their schooling or anything else. I could do nothing but wait.

As I waited I thought about my conversation with Randall. It would be much easier to get one or both of them to do what I wanted if there was someone there convincing them to do it. I couldn't do that myself. I couldn't just tell them to fuck Denise. That would expose me. But if someone was there being the devil on their shoulder, then I wouldn't have to just wait there wondering what they were going to do. I'd had several failed attempts and expected I was about to have another one. With Randall working the targets for me there wouldn't be so many failures, or at least I would know sooner, and not have to spend an afternoon and evening waiting in a closet.

I was thinking this over so much that I didn't even notice Taylor walk into the bedroom. He was suddenly just there standing inside the doorway. I was startled and sat up straight. He was staring at Denise with a look I hadn't thought I'd see on him. It was a look of not just lust and hunger, but frustration, his eyebrows furled and lower lip jutting out. He walked further into the room and I had to crawl forward on my hands and knees to see him standing by the side of the bed, looking down at her, his head moving side to side as his eyes traveled over her.

"What are you doing?" Charles whispered harshly.

I turned to see him standing just outside the bedroom door.

"What do you think?" Taylor said, sounding annoyed.

"I told you we shouldn't be in here," Charles said.

"Then leave," Taylor said.

I was surprised that Taylor was the aggressor in the situation. I had been convinced that Charles would be the one to initiate anything. I guess I had underestimated Taylor. I'd remember to never count out the quiet, nice guy.

"Hey Denise," Taylor said loudly, making Charles jump.

She didn't respond of course.

"Hey Denise, you ok?" Taylor yelled, bending down over her.

She just laid there, completely still.

Taylor stood back up and looked down her, his eyes narrowing, focusing in on her, already possessing her.

"Maybe we should go," Charles said, looking from Taylor then back to the living room. "Mike could come back anytime."

"Then go keep watch," Taylor said, still looking at her.

Charles looked at Taylor, then to Denise. He hesitated for a moment then turned around and left.

Suddenly Taylor bent over Denise, grabbed her shoulders and started shaking her, yelling her name at her. She just flopped around in his hands, her head rocking back and forth. Charles appeared in the doorway again to see what Taylor was doing then walked away again.

Taylor stopped shaking her and his face turned to concern.

"Are you even okay?" he asked.

He placed his fingers to her neck and looked across the room, feeling her pulse. Then he looked down at her chest and stomach rising and falling. He shrugged.

"Guess you are just passed out," he mumbled.

He laid a hand on her bare thigh and started sliding up and down, his fingers circling around her inner thigh.

"You're so beautiful," he said. "I've been in love with you since we met."

So he was love sick for her. The look in his eyes seemed more like lust. Some people get them confused.

I rose to my feet slowly and moved to the side of the closet so I could peer around the doorframe at him.

He pulled her leg towards him, spreading it to the side, bending her knee. He slid his hand up almost to her crotch and left it there, holding the soft smooth curve of her inner thigh. I saw him swallow hard and take a harsh breath. Then, he slid his hand up until he was cupping her crotch. He groaned roughly and licked his lips. His eyes were moving all over her from her spread legs to her groin to her bare stomach to her chest and to her peaceful face.

He started rubbing her through her panties, his eyes fixed on her face, watching her. His hand slid down, his fingers going beneath her, cupping her in his palm, then slid up, his fingertips pressing into her, searching for her labia beneath her panties. He touched her lightly at first, his fingers exploring her, observing her face for any response, rubbing her harder as she didn't waken. His fingers delved into her panties, trying to press into her, then pausing at her clitoris, rubbing it back and forth with his fingertips.

His tongue moved across his lips as he watched her, his eyes moving from her face to look over her body and the space between her legs then back to her face. He began rubbing her faster and harder, his hand pushing into her, his palm rubbing against her clit, his fingers pressing into her, up and down so I could hear the sound of his skin brushing over the smooth cotton of her panties.

Then, his index finger pulled her panties to the side and delved into her, parting her labia. He sighed at the soft velvety touch of her vulva.

"Already getting wet," he groaned.

He moved his finger up and down, pressing the length of it between her labia, stroking up, then rubbing his fingertip over her clit. He pulled her panties to the side, exposing her pussy and looked down at her. He rubbed two fingers up and down, watching her lips part for him, spreading open and closing as his fingers slid back. He parted his fingers around her clit, then brushed his fingertips over it, circled it, flicked it lightly, rubbed it, then slid his fingers back down.

He turned his wrist and I could tell he was pushing a finger inside of her, just barely penetrating with his fingertip, and I felt my stomach tighten and that heat in my cock, aroused by the sight of her being penetrated by another man and feeling his arousal as he fidgeted, an obvious erection bulging in his pants. Then he slid his fingers back up between her lips and over her clit, then back down, sliding his fingertip into her again then back out and up, back and forth like that again and again. He looked up at her face, watching her as he did it, observing her face as he moved a bit faster and pressed against her a bit harder, spreading her labia apart with his other fingers, up and down with a staticy moist sound of her own wetness being spread back and forth. I groaned at how aroused she got when unconscious and used like this, so much more than when we had sex. Her body offered itself so eagerly to those who used it without her knowing.

He plunged his finger into her a bit deeper and watched her as he moved it in and out of her, sliding half of his finger into her then withdrawing it and sliding the length of his finger between her labia, then sinking it into her again. His eyes moved from her pussy to her face, back and forth, his eyes wide with arousal and excitement, wanting to watch his finger entering her but looking for any sign of waking on her face. She didn't respond at all. Her face was turned partly to the side towards him and remained peaceful, her lips wet and parted as she breathed deeply.

He crouched over her and looked into her face as he slid his finger into her, deeper than before, slowly descending into her until his other fingers were curled to his palm, his finger entirely inside of her. His face was only inches away from her sleeping face, watching her intently, as he began moving his finger in and out of her, fucking her with it. His hand opened up to curl his other fingers around her butt, his thumb rubbing her clit, as he thrust it in and out of her slowly but methodically. I could hear that moist clinging sound and rubbed myself through my pants. My stomach was a tight knot of anticipation and excitement. My head felt heavy with it. I placed my hand on the door jam to steady myself.

I watched as he moved his finger faster, becoming more confident she was indeed passed out, staring at her intently, looking for any sign of waking, until he was fucking her hard with his finger, his other fingers grasping her butt tightly, his thumb rubbing her clitoris roughly. Her only response was the increased moisture she emitted, making his finger slick. He thrust a second finger into her and curled his other fingers into his palm, making a fist with two fingers that he plunged in and out of her rapid and hard with enough force to make her body rock with it. His face was intense, red and wide, his tongue moving over his lips, breathing heavy with excitement.

He stopped and thrust his fingers into her deeply, twisting his wrist so that I could tell he was curling his fingers inside of her, then slid out of her and back in, rubbing his fingertips up inside of her.

"You're so wet," he panted. "You're loving it aren't you?"

I could see her glistening wet pussy with her legs parted, the one knee bent towards him, his fingers moving into her, her opening spread around him, her labia becoming swollen and red. Grasping the doorway with one hand I quietly opened my zipper with the other and pulled my aching erect penis out, sighing with relief as the cool air stroked over it. I ran my fingers over it delicately as I watched him plunging his fingers in and out of her, still watching her face intently.

Then he pulled his fingers out of her, brought them to his noise, and inhaled deeply.

"Ahhh," he sighed.

He stuffed his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them. He licked them clean, both at once, then each individually, groaning the entire time, his eyes open and watching her.

"So sweet, just as I had imagined," he said.

Then, he laid his hand on her cheek and pressed his thumb between her lips.

"You're so passed out," he said. "You're all mine."

He rubbed his thumb over her lips then leaned in and kissed her, soft at first then hard, opening his mouth then pulling away with a soft sucking sound, a string of saliva joining their lips then breaking as he stood up.

He reached out with both hands to grab her panties at her hips and pulled them down, pushing her legs together as they slid down her thighs and calves, then off her feet, and dropped them on the floor. He groaned and rubbed himself quickly as he moved up and grabbed her shirt at her waist. He slid the shirt up off her stomach and over her breasts, then lifted her as he slid it over her head, raising her arms to pull it off of her, and dropping it on the floor. He lifted her back to unhook her bra and then slid it down her arms and to the floor beside her shirt.

"So gorgeous," he whispered, staring at her nude vulnerable body.

His eyes glued to her he undressed himself. He pulled all of his clothes off until he was standing beside her entirely nude. He looked as I thought he would with a large round stomach and the rest of him comparatively more trim and muscular. His erection stood out long and thin, pointed up, the head a swollen cap on the reed of his almost perfectly straight shaft.

He walked to the foot of the bed, his penis swaying before him. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs apart. Then, he slid his hands up the inside of her legs, pushing them further apart, as he got up on the bed, kneeling at the foot of the mattress. He pushed her knees to the side and up the mattress and crawled up between her legs on his knees and elbows until he reached her pussy.

He slid his hands up her thighs almost to her groin and held them as he lowered his head, setting his butt back on his feet with his legs tucked beneath him. He looked like a penitent bowing before an idol, his head lowered, kneeling before her cunt, his desire hungry but reverential. He inhaled deeply and sighed.

"So sweet," he sighed.

Then, he pressed the tip of his tongue between her labia and licked up slowly, flicking her clitoris. He pulled back a bit, then pressed his tongue into her and licked up again. He took his time, licking her slowly like he was licking the juices from exotic fruit, lapping it up, reveling in the taste of it. He was looking up over her pelvis, watching her as he did it. His hands gripped her thighs tightly, holding her legs spread wide open, her knees pushed out and up, her feet laying limply on the mattress.

I lightly stroked my fingers underneath my erection, feeling it jump when I touched the perineum. I was intently watching Taylor licking her pussy when movement out of the corner of my eyes startled me and I receded into the darkness of the closet. Charles had walked into the bedroom doorway. He stood just inside the doorway, watching Taylor. If he had not been so transfixed by watching his friend on the bed he might have seen me lurking inside the closet. I moved to the side into the shadow cast by the partially closed closet door where I could see both of them.

Charles stood still and watched Taylor lapping at Denise's pussy. He kept sliding his tongue up between her labia and over her clit, going faster as he went and flicking her clit, his eyes still looking over her supine body to her unknowing face. Taylor started sliding his hands back and forth along her inner thighs, luxuriating in the touch of that smooth cool skin, from her butt to her knees.

"What are you doing?" Charles whispered after a minute of watching.

Taylor didn't answer. He just kept licking her. Then, he hoisted her legs up on his shoulders and pressed his face into her crotch. He began pressing his tongue into her, pushing it flat between her labia, and licking up in long, broad strokes. He pressed her thighs to his face, as he devoured her, her knees in the air, her feet on the bed at his sides. I could imagine the feel of her smooth inner thighs against my cheeks, the heat and moisture of her cunt, and held my erect penis in my hand, too worried about Charles in the doorway to stroke myself a I wanted.

"Taylor," Charles whispered, louder than before but unsure.

Taylor only pressed his face into her harder, licking and sucking, lapping his tongue over her. Then he sucked her clitoris between his lips and began licking it with his tongue, back and forth. She sighed softly in her sleep and he arched his neck to look at her as he continued.

Charles fidgeted in the doorway, pulling on his lower lip with his teeth, unsure of what to do. From the bulge in his pants I could tell he was turned on but was still too worried about what might happen to act on it. He wanted to do something. He wanted to be doing what Taylor was doing, and more.