stalk 03

Her pictures were rapidly losing their allure, Lezard no longer content to stare at a mere cardboard representative of his love. Yes, even his treasured topless photo was beginning to wear down, the appeal of her breasts not quite holding the same spell they had once had. Lezard sighed, setting down the worn picture besides him, laying back on the bed, her bikini bottom held tightly in his left hand.

“Lenneth…” He sighed wistfully, clutching at the cum stained material. Their color was faded, from one too many washings, Lezard having to carefully hand wash them so as not to rouse Mystina’s suspicions. He was just lucky the woman had an active social life, hardly ever at home to catch him in his dirty dealings. He hated having to stifle his voice when aroused.

With a chuckle, he sat up, leaning over the side of his bed. He found his discarded jeans, reaching for them. He pulled them up over his bare legs, sliding them up over his hips, not bothering to button them up. He yawned as he stretched, pants dipping down low, a sight that he was sure would have Lenneth swooning if only she was there to see!

With a sigh, he padded barefoot to the balcony, leaning on the rail. His camera was perched carelessly on a plastic lawn chair, telescopic lens at the ready should another photo opportunity present itself. He stared quietly at the graffiti covered home located several houses down from his apartment building, glancing up at the setting sun. It was almost time for Lenneth and her man to leave, and he wondered if he should try for another glimpse of her. She would be covered up, in that long trench coat of hers, hardly an erotic image, but it would be something new and exciting, yet another pic to add to his rapidly expanding collection.

He picked up his camera, not bothering with it’s heavy strap, as he leaned over the rail. He fiddled with the buttons, making adjustments as he zeroed in on the front door. He waited and waited, grumbling to himself as the couple did not appear, wondering what the delay was. They could be counted on to practically be clockwork, always leaving at the same time, always returning just before the sun came up. It was a rare occasion when they did stay in, and he wondered now if Lenneth had no gigs for the night.

Mystina would know….she knew everything about their neighbors, even knew the name of the man who trailed after Lenneth everywhere she went. Lucian…His lips quirked in annoyance, finding it a pathetic name, perfect for the pitiful puppy dog that followed his girl around.

Lezard caught sight of movement in the curtains, saw the glint of silver hair, face peeking out the window into the street. She had a sad, resigned look on her face, and she stretched out her arms, reaching upwards to shut the drapes. It worried him for several reasons, making him wonder why she was home, and what that look on her face was about. He fantasized riding down to her rescue, ingratiating himself as he sought to discover what troubled her. But no…He sighed, shaking his head. He couldn’t do that. They still hadn’t been introduced, she didn’t even know he existed.

Lezard spent more time watching the house, watching as a dirty brown van screeched to a halt before the building. Pizza delivery emblazoned on it’s side. The man, Lucian, answered the door, looking sheepish as he searched through his pockets for a tip he did not have. The pizza delivery boy left disgruntled, having barely managed to get the price of the meal, and he drove the front of his truck into the mail box as revenge, tires squealing as he sped off.

The sun had set by now, and the pair still seemed intent on staying home. Curiosity was eating away at Lezard, and he came to a swift decision. He would simply have to go over there and find out what was going on. He hurried back inside, buttoning up his fly, casting about for a dark sweat shirt. He found one slung carelessly on the back of an armchair, and he pulled it on. That wasn’t the only preparation he did, being sure to push his hair under a cap, and pull out black camouflage paint, marking his face up so that his skin faded away to darkness.

He nearly laughed when he saw his reflection, thinking himself mad to be going this far. But it was early yet, and he didn’t want to be spotted by anyone. He almost forgot his shoes in his haste, tying his sneakers on at the last second. He opened his door, not bothering to lock his apartment behind him. After all, he reasoned he would be back in a matter of minutes.

Down the stairs he crept, glad for his neighbors minding their own business, no one coming out to greet him and inquire what he was doing. Relieved he snuck out, creeping down low behind cars, dashing from fender to fender, diving into bushes. His behavior was more suspicious than if he had just walked normally, but fortune favored the foolish, and he got to the house without running into anyone he knew.

He got to the privacy fence, crawling on hands and knees, edging forward slowly. He could see Lenneth and Lucian, sitting out back in their yard, dining on pizza. Their conversation was low, muted, talks of another gig gone sour. It appeared that once again Lenneth had been fired from a bar for her blasphemous lyrics, her beautiful voice not being enough to save her job. Lezard thought those bar owners fools, not realizing the treasure they had in his song bird. It made him want to go to her, offer her a lifetime gig at his sister’s club. ~No.~ He thought with a shake of his head. He’d be willing to pay her for private serenades, wanting her voice to be for his ears alone.

He pressed against the fence, squinting one eye against the thin sliver of space between the wood. He nearly gagged to see Lucian lean over Lenneth, place his hands on her shoulders, claiming her mouth for his own. He was pleased to note Lenneth didn’t look cheered up by the action, Lezard angered that Lucian did not seem to notice her disinterest.

It was with jealous eyes that Lezard watched as Lucian kissed down her face, lips brushing against her neck, arms tightening around her in an awkward hug. He watched as Lenneth turned her face to the side, her eyes seeming to stare right into Lezard’s hiding spot, boredom apparent in her beautiful blue orbs. She seemed to be fighting with herself, biting her lower lip to stifle back a sigh. Lucian was oblivious as he kissed all around her neck, making loud slurping noise that grated on Lezard’s nerves.

His hands fisted blades of grass, feeling his nails dig into his palms as he watched. ~Don’t give in to him beloved!~ He pleaded silently with her, his eyes boring into her’s. ~You deserve so much better than that blond buffoon.~

His teeth ground together, clicking in his ears, for a second the man fearing the couple could hear him. But they continued on, Lucian whispering huskily into Lenneth’s ear, pleading with her to go to bed. He watched as she tried to play coy, feigning that she wasn’t tired yet. Lucian smirked, his blue eyes darkening as his voice, low and seductive whispered that neither was he.

Lezard almost leapt up and screamed, get your filthy hands off of her when Lucian pulled her reluctant hand to his crotch, letting her feel the slight bulge in his pants. How he hated to hear the laugh the man emitted, charmed to see the blush on her pale cheeks. Lenneth was still hesitating, trying to pull back her captured hand when Lucian reached down, scooping her up into his arms. She let out a startled shriek, Lucian laughing as he tightened his grip on her body, carrying her off towards the house.

~This is rape!~ Lezard thought frantically, scrambling forward. He stumbled as he got to his feet, half crouching as he ran, trying to get around to the windows that viewed into the bedroom. He knelt down before the window, glad for the beaded curtains, allowing him a better glimpse into the room.

Lucian carried the squirming Lenneth into the bedroom, depositing her onto the bed so that her body bounced against the mattress. She went to sit up, looking resigned, trying to smile up at her lover though the look did not reach her eyes. She opened her mouth, asking for something, and Lucian shook his head no. Lezard watched as her lips curled into a pout, eyes begging. Lucian seem to sigh, giving a shrug of his shoulders. He walked over to the vanity, and pulled something out of a locked drawer. Lezard narrowed his eyes, seeing it was a pill of some kind.

Lenneth sat up straight, eyes intent on Lucian’s hand, seeming mesmerized by the pill. She all but snatched the capsule from him, breaking it open to tilt it’s liquid contents down her throat. Her tongue darted out, licking her lips, and her transformation was almost immediate. She stared at Lucian, a look of desire in her eyes, fingers going to her chest, playing lazily with the buttons of her blouse.

Lucian stood there watching, and he quivered as her stocking foot raised up between his legs, rubbing against the bulge in his pants, working it harder, larger. One last thrust of her foot against him, and she was pulling away, crooking her finger at Lucian. The blonde all but fell on the bed in his haste to reach her, crawling on top of her, pressing his lips down on her mouth. His hands grasped her shirt, and the muscles revealed by his sleeveless tee flexed, just before he ripped apart the material, buttons flying everywhere.

Lezard gasped, seeing his beloved wore a tight lace corset underneath, the underwire supporting her supple breasts, holding them up. Much like he longed to, Lucian reached for her covered breasts, fingers kneading them through the coarse material. Lenneth threw back her head, the line of her neck revealed to him, Lezard longing to place his mark upon her lily white skin.

She was falling back against the pillows, lazy eyes watching as Lucian fondled her chest, spilling her breasts out of their confining prison of lace, and Lezard gave a start, staring at her pebbled nipples. He tried to ignore Lucian’s face, concentrate solely on her, see only the tongue laving attention on her areolas, pretending it was his tongue that worshipped at her mounds.

It was over to soon, Lucian quickly losing interest in her chest. Lezard thought that was a pity, and he could tell by the pout on Lenneth’s face that she wanted more. If only he was there, he’d worship at her chest properly. He’d suckle and nibble, lick her until she was crying out for him to stop, and even then he would continue, merciless in his handling of her wonderful breasts.

He watched as Lucian’s hands were on her hips, pulling her skirt down. He tossed it over his shoulder, the skirt hitting the window with a loud thud. It startled Lezard, made him fall over, and he lay against the wet dew of the grass, wondering if it was safe to look up. He cautiously raised his head, seeing the beads still moving, rippling like water. His breath caught in his throat as he saw his beloved on her knees, positioned at the edge of the mattress, hands fumbling with Lucian’s belt.

Unbidden his own hands went to fly of his jeans, working the buttons free. He kept himself pressed against the side of the house, staring into the window, watching as she freed Lucian’s manhood. ~I’m bigger.~ thought Lezard triumphantly, hand sliding down into his jeans. He had to bite back a moan as he touched himself, feeling himself harden almost immediately as he imagined Lenneth touching him. Her hands would be soft, hesitant at first, a teasing touch that promised of things to come.

He watched as Lenneth’s hands stroked Lucian’s dick, imagining it was him that she touched. Up and down went her hands, she even fondled his balls, and Lezard clenched his fingers around his own sac, rubbing, imagining how it must feel. He shifted, pants chafing at his manhood, Lezard having to slide his pants down past his knees, reveal his pale skin to the darkness but he didn’t care. The moon could shine a spotlight down on him and it would not matter, just so long as he got to watch his Goddess give head.

His erection once free of his pants stood straight up, hard and proud, and he stroked up to the crown of it. Lezard played with the tip of it, smearing pre cum all over his hands, this time not being able to bite back a moan as he saw Lenneth open her mouth and take Lucian inside of her. He imagined how warm her mouth must be, how wet and slick, and his hand began moving at a furious pace, trying to generate the friction he imagined she was causing Lucian.

Her head bobbed up and down, and Lezard bit back a snarl as Lucian’s hands wound into her hair, jerking on her silver tresses hard enough to make her cry out, and shoot him an angry glare. Lucian merely shrugged, eyes demanding she return to her task. She did so, but not before she muttered something at him, working him over slower this time. Lezard’s hands slowed in time with her movements, and he fought to keep from wiggling his hips, wanting to arch into his hand.

Again that rough tug on her hair, Lezard seeing red. He wanted to go inside, rip the hair out of Lucian by the roots, see how he liked it. Lenneth appeared to have had enough, refusing to service him any longer. Lucian frowned, and gave her a none too gentle push, causing her to fall over on the bed. He could see the startled look in her eyes, though she offered no complaints as he pulled down her slip. Lucian quickly removed her corseted leotard, and Lezard’s eyes widen in appreciation. This was the first time he had seen Lenneth fully nude, and he longed for his camera, even as his hand speeded up once again.

He was pleased to note her platinum curls, he had thought that beautiful color of hers had come from a bottle. How refreshing to see it was natural, making her all the more alluring. Lucian was touching her there, and Lezard found himself getting excited, even as he fought waves of jealousy. He watched as Lucian spread her legs, revealing her folds, stroking down her center. Lenneth cried out, loud enough for Lezard to hear her through the window panes, desire in her voice.

Lucian smirked at her, before lowering his face to her core, his tongue flicking out. Together both Lezard and Lenneth arched their backs, low moans mingling together. He watched as she writhed and wiggled at the feel of Lucian’s mouth on her, her eyes falling close in pleasure. Lucian pulled away, replacing tongue with fingers, inserting one, than a second deep inside her. Lenneth flung out her hand, hitting the window, fingers splayed wide and Lezard stared at it.

Shaking, he raised his free hand to the glass, pressing his much larger palm against her, imagining the window was not there to keep them from touching. His breathing was growing ragged, he could feel the tightening in his balls, but he slowed down, desperate to hang on. He was not ready to cum, would not let it end so fast. Not when he had his own private show. ~This is so much better than pictures!~ He thought to himself, wishing he could lace his fingers with hers.

In and out worked Lucian’s fingers, Lenneth’s breasts rising and falling as she panted heavily. Lezard panted with her, practically grinding his hand into the window, leaving smudge stains behind. Suddenly she cried out, nails scratching at the glass, her voice keening with pleasure. Her hand limply fell away from the window, and Lezard hastily pulled his away.

He frowned as her nakedness was covered by Lucian’s body, the youth hairless and clean, his muscled body obscuring much of her splendid form. He was grasping her legs, pulling them around his waist, and she obligingly hooked her ankles over his butt. He could see Lucian begin to move his hips, a fast movement, pounding into Lenneth, who screamed and scratched at his back. Lezard less than enthusiastically stroked himself, bored with the sight of Lucian’s muscled frame. He tried to look at Lenneth, dwarfed though she was under Lucian, seeing her eyes closed, her mouth open as she cried out again and again.

Suddenly he was rewarded as Lucian rolled onto his back so that Lenneth straddled his hips. Lezard’s hands were on the move, rapidly working over his erection, the other hand sliding under his shirt to pinch at his nipples. He watched as Lenneth rode Lucian, hips thrusting down hard, breasts bouncing from the force. She was magnificent, a glow about her, her head tossed about in wild abandonment. Up and down she went, harder and faster, Lucian’s hands on her waist, slamming her down again and again. Suddenly Lezard stiffened, feeling his release coming hot and fast. He bit back the cry as best he could, but a moan escaped him as he spurted hot sticky fluid onto the grass.

Perhaps Lenneth heard him, that could be the only explanation. She was turning towards the window, gazing into his face, and she let out a scream. But it wasn’t one of passion but of fear, her hands slapping at Lucian’s as she tried to disengage from him. Lucian was angry and confused, even as Lezard scrambled with his pants, pulling them up. He didn’t bother to tuck himself in, just holding onto his waistband, limp dick hanging out as he ran.

He could hear angry shouts, see the couple’s cries alerting the neighbors, lighting coming on in nearby homes. Lezard ran as though the hounds of hell nipped at his heels, kicking the front door of his apartment building open. He took the steps two at a time, feet slamming and ignoring the cries of the people in the building as he ran up all four flights of stairs.

Miraculously he made it without being seen, sliding it into his apartment. He fell on the living room floor, panting heavy from exertion. He had never had to run after orgasm before, his body protested this rough treatment, wanting to go to sleep. He ignored it’s request, Lezard stuffing himself back into his pants as he cautiously made his way to the balcony.

He could just make out the house, see all the lights flooding the area as neighbors came out to see what the commotion was. He picked up his camera, peering through it’s lens at the home. Lenneth was nowhere to be found, clearly hiding inside. Lucian however was crouched before their bedroom window, clad in shorts and a wife beater. He was touching something in the grass, and Lezard realized with a start what that white substance was. He didn’t know what to think of leaving evidence behind, ashamed that he had almost been caught, ashamed that he had made Lenneth scream in terror.

He saw Lucian touching the substance, and with a grimace raised it to his nose, smelling it. Lucian looked up, looked around accusingly at the neighbors, but they all shook their head, proclaiming their innocence. Lucian was frowning, but Lezard wasn’t looking at him anymore. He saw the beaded curtains draw back, Lenneth dressed in an over sized white shirt, gazed timidly outside. With a shaking finger, he pushed a button, the flash going off as he captured her on film.

He saw Lucian jerk up at the light, staring straight at him, and Lezard practically dove to the ground, cursing himself for his foolishness. And still he spied on the couple, watching as Lucian pointed towards the apartment building. Again people shook their heads no, claiming not to have seen anything. For that Lezard was relieved. He spent hours hiding on the balcony, too scared to move, frightened he would be seen. Eventually he fell asleep, and upon morning arriving, Mystina had a good laugh at his black face and grass stained jeans. He could hide what he had done from the world, but he could not hide it from his sister…….

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By Michelle