A pair of professors studies the mating habits of a randy crowd of college students.

Leona made me feel very welcome as I moved into my office on the new campus. It was my first prestigious teaching gig, with a good salary and a chance at tenure. I didn’t want to do anything to blow this opportunity.

But Leona was a hell of a distraction — a sociology professor with a smoking mid-30s figure she didn’t try to hide, long black hair and smoldering eyes. She had dropped in to help me unpack. Her manner was mischievous and flirty, but I didn’t think starting an interdepartmental romance (or whatever) on my first day was a good idea. So I was polite but cool.

It wasn’t easy. She had come in from a run on the track, with her gym wear sweaty and tight on that fine body. Every time she bent down for a box or reached up to my shelves, my cock gave a needy surge. Her ripe backside was shapely, her tits firm and high.

“Hey! What’s this?” She lifted an old, faded notebook out of a cardboard box.

This time it was my heart that surged — with sudden terror. Oh shit! That notebook was supposed to go to my lodgings.

I didn’t lunge across the office for it. Instead I went very still and said in a tense voice, “Please put that down, Leona. It’s very personal.”

She’d been about to open it, but the teasing expression vanished from her attractive face. “Oh. Okay, Mick.” She set the worn notebook down.

I liked her for that, very much.

Over the next weeks, as I settled into the campus routine, Leona and I saw each other socially quite a bit. On our first official date, the sparks flew nicely. When things became physical between us, she surpassed my expectations. Her naked body was a wiry instrument, calibrated for maximum pleasure. I liked the taste of her on my tongue and how her pussy grasped my cock while she writhed on top of me.

But she had brushed against my one true secret. And part of me longed to share it with her in full.

About a month later, after we’d finished a wild fuck session in my room, I reached into my nightstand and took out the old notebook, ready to make my confession.

“I admired that young bared skin. I could  see them, but they couldn’t  see me.”

“Leona, I want to share something with you. But I’m nervous about it.”

In a post-sex stupor, she was still slick with perspiration. Her lovely tits glistened as she sat up on the rumpled bed. “You can tell me anything, Mick.”

I really hoped that was true. Biting my lip, I said, “This notebook is from when I was a college student. I used to like to do… certain things.”

She touched my cheek gently. “Like what?”

I took the leap. I handed her the notebook. She opened it carefully and started reading. I’d filled the pages with dense writing. Her eyes moved quickly.

Finally, she looked up. “You did all this?” she asked, her voice hoarse. “You saw all this?”

She might go storming right out, I knew. Might even report me to the dean. “Yes,” I said, bracing for her reaction.

“That’s so fucking hot!” She grinned with devilish glee. She flipped through more pages, and her eyes lit up. She pointed to a section. “You really watched this dude fuck four different women in one night?”

I had written it down in detail. I remembered that night vividly, the memory sending a ripple of excitement through me.

“I should explain,” I said. “In school I had a tiny off-campus apartment, way at the top of this tall building. It had windows all around, and, well… I could see down into all these other homes. At first I didn’t look. I was ashamed to. But one night this guy left his drapes open while he was having sex with a woman. And I watched it. The whole thing. He ate her pussy. She sucked his cock. She rode on top of him. He fucked her from behind. When he pulled out and sprayed his load across her back, I… I… ”

“You came, too,” Leona said with a shiver. My cockhead rolled across my thigh as my hard-on renewed. Leona’s pink nipples stiffened.

“I got a pair of binoculars,” I went on. “And then I wrote down everything I saw, every night. It’s a wonder I had time for schoolwork.”

I had watched my various neighbors and written about their sexual exploits. But I hadn’t taken any photographs, so I wasn’t really doing anything wrong. That’s what I had told myself.

“Some folks like to watch others fuck,” Leona said. “Some like to be watched. I’ll bet the ones with their curtains open and lights on wanted someone to see them.” She put her hand on my leg and slid it slowly upward. “Read me some of the stories.”

I took back the notebook. Over the years I’d looked at the entries again and again, reliving the strange, intense excitement of those nights. Even if those people had wanted someone watching, they hadn’t known I was seeing them. I had been completely anonymous, a total stranger. Yet I’d witnessed their most intimate moments.

Turning to a particular page, I read aloud my own words: “The woman is mid-20s, hair short, blonde and wavy. Smiling, she leads the man, a couple years older, into the bedroom. Standing at the foot of the bed, they kiss. She tugs down his zipper and sinks slowly to her knees. His cock springs out. She licks the tip, and he shivers. As she slides her mouth all the way down his shaft, he winds his fingers into her hair and starts thrusting at her face. She takes him all the way. She goes on blowing him for a full minute, then he reaches down and hauls her up. She whips off her clothes, revealing a luscious body, and they embrace together onto the bed, leaving the curtains open … ”

Images of that night beat in my head, not just the couple in the fourth-story apartment, but memories of myself in my little room. By then my voyeurism had a routine. I would turn off my lights, take off all my clothes, and crouch at the window with the binoculars. I remembered how my 20-year-old body hummed with lust. My cock throbbed crazily as I watched the two of them fuck. I jerked off to the spectacle, matching my tempo to theirs.

Meanwhile, Leona’s hand had traveled up my thigh. She took my slick cock in her fist, sending roils of pleasure through me.

I read to the end of the scene with the blonde and her date, right to the climax where she dug her fingers into his shoulders and writhed on the bed, mouth open as her head flung back and forth. It had always been weird watching those strangers fuck without being able to hear anything. But that, somehow, had only added to the erotic mystery of it all.

Leona wanted to hear more, and I was eager to share. I’d taken a big risk with her, but it was paying off beautifully. Too long I had kept all this to myself.

I shared another tale: “The hot older lesbian in the fifth floor place on Carlton Ave. left her blinds up in her bedroom, so I knew something was up. She brings in two girls at midnight, both dressed in lingerie. The older woman has a gym-cut body and a spiky crewcut. I watch as she seems to order about the other two, who are younger and kind of dainty-looking. The two climb onto the bed and kiss and feel each other up. The crewcut woman stands naked. At one point she picks up a leather paddle and has the two kneel side by side at the foot of the bed. Then she swats their bare asses, trading off. She fingers herself while she’s doing it … ”

That scene had blown my overheated mind that night. I recalled shooting my load all over myself, then raising the shaky binoculars to look some more. By the time the older woman had joined the two on the bed, I was jerking my rejuvenated cock again.

Just like Leona was expertly pulling on my rod right now. “Read more,” she panted.

I read aloud the entry she’d noted earlier, about the stud with the silk sheets who had fucked four women, one after the other, in a single night. As I began, Leona shifted on my bed and closed her mouth around my throbbing cock.

“With the close-up I had, I watched him lick and nibble her nipples.”

The notebook slipped out of my hands as I let out a moan. Her head rose. “Don’t stop reading,” she said, then dropped the tight, wet circle of her lips down my shaft again.

It wasn’t easy to concentrate, but I managed. As I recited the heroic exploits of my long-ago neighbor, wondering even now how he had scheduled those four women for that long night, Leona’s talented mouth plunged up and down on me. I could tell she was listening, though. The corners of her mouth curled, and she had slipped two fingers up inside herself.

It ended up being exquisitely timed. While regaling her with the details of the last of the four females, my voice shook and my balls tightened. As my spunk jetted, Leona’s gorgeous body shuddered with her own self-inflicted climax. She kept her mouth on me, swallowing my load.

When the room stopped spinning, I set aside the notebook, having shared its secrets at long last. I felt great contentment, realizing how lucky I’d gotten when Leona had entered my life.

She nuzzled up next to me. I was nearly drifting off when she murmured against my throat, “It’s so exciting watching other people fuck. You want to go watching tomorrow night?”

Her words jolted me wide awake. When I looked at Leona, she was grinning her devilish grin and promised to give me all of the details the following evening.

“The orgy dorm?” I asked the next day with understandable incredulity.

“Yes!” Leona said, closing the door of the little utility room. She took my hand and led me to the window. We were high up in one of the administration buildings. She didn’t turn on the lights, but she knelt and quickly set up a tripod telescope. It was aimed at a nearby dorm building.

Whatever else, I knew, this was a risky undertaking. Leona was proposing that we two faculty members spy on the sexual doings of students. It was more than enough to get us fired. We would probably be banned from teaching for life if we got caught.

But she’d told me some of what she’d seen in the “orgy dorm” on past occasions, and it had awakened the old heat in me. Obviously I’d never forgotten about my young voyeuristic adventures, but I’d never guessed I would have the chance to experience something similar again — with an eager partner.

“Take a look,” she said in a breathy voice, indicating the telescope.

With a quiver of excitement, I looked through the eyepiece. No drapes covered the broad window. The magnification was extreme. It was like I was in the room. The space was a typical student dorm, only unoccupied. I noticed that the two standard beds were pushed together, though.

“It’s an empty room,” I said.

“It won’t stay that way. Just wait.”

I remembered then that vigilance had always been a part of the fun. Some nights, back in school, I would sit for hours and watch the various exposed windows through my binoculars. Sometimes there’d be a little teasing movement, then nothing. My excitement would build anyway, a sweet carnal tension that begged for release. When I eventually did see some flesh, it was an incredibly powerful sight.

“There!” Leona said. She squeezed my shoulder.

A male and female student had entered the room. I didn’t recognize either. She had hair as long as Leona’s, only a lighter color. He had a trim physique and a dusting of stubble on his cheeks. They started stripping immediately. My cock responded automatically. I admired that young bared skin, those toned bodies. I could see them, but they couldn’t see me. They didn’t even know I was watching!

The old excitement, like an ancient curse or blessing, came fully alive in me.

As the students tumbled across the two beds together, Leona pressed in hard behind me. I felt her pillowy tits against my back. She leaned on my shoulder, looking through a pair of binoculars. Her hand came around and groped my chest.

The bearded guy kissed his way down to the young woman’s breasts. With the close-up I had, I watched him lick and nibble her nipples. He left a trail of kisses down her taut belly as he squirmed between her thighs. I zeroed in on his tongue as he stabbed it into her pussy. Her backbone undulated, and she seized him by the hair and started humping hard against his face.

“Yeah, yeah, eat that sweet cunt!” Leona murmured by my ear.

It made me remember muttering similar obscenities while I watched my entertaining neighbors, years ago. Leona’s hand wandered downward, closing over my crotch.

I watched the soundless display through the telescope. The woman’s mouth opened as she must have cried out. The guy rose from between her legs, the lower half of his face glistening with pussy juice. He had a healthy hard-on. She pulled him up onto her, and he plunged that cock straight into her pussy.

“Fuck her, fuck her hard!” Leona’s hot breath was on my earlobe. She undid my fly and pulled out my pulsing cock. I reached back and fingered her through her jeans. With a quick move, she dropped them and kicked them away. Still watching the young lovers, I jammed two fingers up into her dripping cleft.

The guy was pounding the woman’s pussy over there. I could see her firm body ripple with every impact. Leona was jerking my cock deftly. She was grinding down on my intruding fingers. From the look of things, I figured we’d all be getting off at the same time — watchers and watchees alike.

“She pulled him up onto her, and he plunged that cock straight into her pussy.”

Then the door opened, and another couple walked into the dorm room.

“Oh, shit!” I said, expecting the two sprawled on the mattresses to jump up and cover themselves. Instead, to my absolute amazement, they just sort of scooched aside to make space without breaking their erotic rhythm. The two who’d entered — a jock type and a woman with hair braided into cornrows — quickly undressed and hopped onto the cleared area on the beds. They kissed and fondled each other, evidently completely unselfconscious about the other pair.

With my fingers still moving inside Leona, I looked up from the eyepiece, bewildered. “What the fuck?”

“I said, didn’t I? The orgy dorm.”

“I thought it was a joke!”

“No,” Leona said, continuing to work my cock with her hand. “These students are in their sexual prime. Why not give them someplace to go, to experiment? We keep that one dorm empty, and the students take advantage of it.”

I wondered who “we” were, and how many other faculty visited this little utility room with the handy telescope. Someone in the school administration had to have set this up. I wondered, too, how many of the visitors to the orgy dorm understood the significance of the absent drapes. Maybe, though, that was part of the experimental sexual fun for them.

Returning my attention to the scope, I saw the jock getting his cock sucked by his partner. Meanwhile, the original two appeared to be speeding toward their mutual climax. The girl’s arms were flailing, and the guy was bucking like a bronco. A few seconds later, they lay limp together.

As the first pair rose from the two pushed-together beds to leave, the door opened again. This time, two women and one man came in.

“I’ve seen this hot fucking stud before!” Leona said. “Watch what he does with his two playmates.”

I watched, mesmerized. The threesome got naked quick, then the two females settled into what looked like a very practiced 69, with the blonde one on top and the brunette eating her friend’s pussy from beneath. The studly male, with a ripped bod and a tattoo on his shoulder, knelt behind the blonde’s ass.

I had a nice angle on the proceedings. My heart pounded as I watched him slip his cock into the blonde’s well-tongued pussy, then after a minute he pulled out and offered his gleaming cock to the brunette on the bottom. She enthusiastically cleaned him off with her mouth. Then he plunged back into the blonde. After a bit, he got up, went around to the other side, and fucked the brunette’s pussy, with an occasional pause so the blonde could suck the cream off his rod.

In the meantime, the jock and the cornrowed woman were lying on their sides, her facing away and him plowing her from behind. He was squeezing her delectable tits, and the wild grin on her face told me she was loving it.

Leona’s thighs suddenly clamped tightly on my fingers. Keeping the binoculars to her eyes, she quaked with a fierce climax. She cried out softly in my ear as pleasure shook her. My clothes felt stifling. She helped me out of them. We resumed our studies, totally nude.

This time Leona stepped out in front of me, bracing one hand on the window. I moved in behind her and drove my needy cock up into her wet, waiting passage. I gasped as her slick walls grasped me. I could still get to the eyepiece.

There hadn’t been anything like an orgy dorm when I was in school. (Or if there had been, nobody told me about it.) But I didn’t begrudge these younger people their carnal merriment and erotic searchings. It was a good age to try out new stuff. Maybe communal sex was a perfectly healthy expression of their robust appetites.

At any rate I saw only happy faces over there. Features stretched with frenzied grins, mouths open on — no doubt — loud moaning. When the women broke up their 69, they knelt side by side while their male partner gave his cock a final jerk and unloaded on their faces. Each greedily licked his juice off the other’s chin and cheeks.

After that, a skinny goth guy came in with a curvaceous woman who proceeded to ride him like a rodeo star. When two more couples entered the room at the same time, one pair chose the wall, imitating the upright, fuck-from-behind pose Leona and I had adopted. The other new couple found themselves becoming entangled with the jock and the cornrowed girl. The women swapped partners, then swapped back. Yet another batch of horny students showed up, and the scene became a madhouse, a free-for-all. I had never seen anything so beautiful in my life.

Images burst in my skull. My soul roiled with the fleshy scenes. Leona, with the binoculars still pressed to her eyes, continued her obscene narration.

I fucked her from behind. Fucked her hard. A great glorious vertigo swept through me. My pleasure centers were overloaded. I should have come several minutes ago, but I’d reached some sort of crazy carnal plateau, where the intensity of the joy was too potent to release me into final orgasm.

But my whole body was jerking and spasming now. Muscles jumped all along my body. I hammered my cock into Leona who, I realized, was now narrating our fuck scene. “Yeah, yeah, pound my pussy. Come in my pussy!”

A huge shivering eruption occurred at the depths of my being. The bliss seized me and wrenched me, and at last my spunk was jetting out in hot, mighty bursts. Somehow I contrived to keep my eye to the scope, and those flesh-pit spectacles across the way seared themselves into my mind for all time. Leona’s climactic cry echoed off the window glass.

I staggered back and had to sit on the floor. She came to me and folded her arms around me. She kissed me tenderly, and I knew we were in this together, forever.

With a hoarse little chuckle I said, “Now I’ve seen everything.” And she laughed with gusto.