Watching the football captain make love to his cheerleader girlfriend turns on this novice voyeur like nothing he’s ever experienced.

My love of voyeurism began in my junior year of college, in a rooming house just off campus. The building was quite old, and when I moved in, I noticed a small electric fan built directly into the back wall of my closet, between the top shelf and the ceiling. Curious, I dragged over my desk chair and found that by standing on it I could easily see between the blades of the fan into the next room. I didn’t give it another thought until a few months later.

The captain of the football team occupied the room beside mine. His name was Martin. We never said more than hello to each other, though he seemed amiable enough. He wasn’t standoffish like some of the guys who played sports. He used the majority of his time for diligent study, as did the rest of us, and he was usually very quiet.

I had some reading to do late one afternoon. I normally liked to put on some mellow music when I studied, but on this particular day I preferred silence. I had been reading for about half an hour, enjoying my solitude, when I heard giggling coming from the next room. I tried to ignore the sound and returned to my book, but then I heard someone say, “Oh, my God!” There was another giggle, softer this time, and then silence.

My curiosity would no longer be denied; the voice I heard had without question been female. Martin had a girl in his room, and my first intention was not to spy, but merely to discover the identity of his guest. As quietly as I could, I opened my closet door and carried over the wooden desk chair, placing it carefully against my hanging clothes. Climbing up to stand on the seat, I leaned one hand on the back shelf and peered through the fan grating.

I knew this girl. Everyone on campus knew this girl. Her name was Phoebe. She was a cheerleader, very popular, and shockingly beautiful. She had big, unearthly blue eyes, a voluptuous, pouty mouth, and a body that hit me right in the gut every time I saw her. And she was on Martin’s bed, kissing him as if her life depended on it.

Her hand was down between his legs, fondling the bulge in his jeans; it was rather large, which I assumed accounted for Phoebe’s exclamation. She smiled and ran her tongue over Martin’s lips as she squeezed the lump in his pants. “Is that for me?” she teased. She leaned up, just out of Martin’s reach, letting the ends of her dirty-blonde hair tickle his cheeks. Then she shook her tresses wildly over his face and planted her mouth back on his. Martin allowed her to tease him a moment or two, before rolling her over in one deft maneuver, mashing their mouths together and pressing his erection against her body.

I felt a little guilty for watching, but I couldn’t tear myself from the sight of them. They were completely lost in each other, and I had the vague sense that this was the first time they had allowed their passion to go any further than kissing. Martin was on top of her now, grinding his cock against her mound. Phoebe wrapped her legs around his waist as they dry-humped, meeting every thrust. Martin pulled up her blouse, kissing her large breasts through the lilac bra she wore. I could hear the urgency in their breathing as he reached behind her, searching for the clasp.

“No, no, it’s in front,” she panted, undoing it herself.

I had to keep from gasping at the sight of Phoebe’s breasts. They were large and firm, with ruddy-brown nipples, the surrounding areolae as big as silver dollars. She squeezed her tits together, offering them to Martin’s hungry mouth, and moaned as he began attacking them. Again, I felt a pang of shame for invading their privacy, but I found it impossible to look away. I had a sizeable bulge in my own jeans, and I wondered how far they would let things go.

My ruminations stopped short at what Phoebe did next. While Martin feasted on the nipple of her left breast, she raised the right to her own lips. She licked the nipple and then sucked it into her mouth. “Oh fuck!” Martin muttered, stopping to watch her. Phoebe raised the other breast. Squeezing her luscious jugs together, she tongued both nipples at once. Martin moaned at the sight. She had obviously done this before, perhaps with a previous lover or even by herself. I squeezed my own aching cock through my pants, silently promising that I would jerk off as soon as humanly possible.

Leaving Phoebe to tend to her lovely boobs, Martin lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down to her ankles. Phoebe laughed at his impatience and raised her legs straight in the air so he could slide the undies over one bare foot, then the other. He spread her legs, giving me a quick glimpse of her shaven mound, and dove between them to eat her pussy.

Phoebe began pinching her stiff nipples and rolling them between her fingers. I heard slurping sounds as Martin lapped at her pussy. “Ooh, baby,” she moaned. “Yes, use that tongue!” I could see the tension in her body and the desperate longing on her face. Her eyes were half closed, her mouth open. No one knew I was there. It was like having a private view of the most wonderful thing in the universe, and — guilt be damned — I was loving every second.

Phoebe’s hips were churning as she surrendered completely to the attention Martin was paying her cunt. He made fervent love to her with his lips and tongue, his head moving from side to side to tease her clit, then straining forward as he tongued her hole. He would alternate between these actions, and every now and then take her clit between his lips, making loud sucking sounds.

Phoebe’s face grew frantic. She started huffing and puffing, and she thrust herself up toward Martin’s face as she appeared to climax, grunting like an animal. I had never seen a woman behave this way, so wanton in her desires. She grabbed Martin by his sandy hair and pulled him up to kiss her. She seemed to enjoy tasting herself on his shiny lips, and she guided his hand down between her legs to play with her cunt some more.

Martin slipped two fingers in her pussy, sliding them in and out while licking and sucking at her nipples. Tiny moans were coming from Phoebe, and she reached between them to undo Martin’s belt and pull open his jeans. The thick head of his cock peeked over the waistband of his boxer briefs, and Phoebe smiled as she teased his erection with her fingers. She lowered the front of his underwear down below his big balls and fondled his hard cock.

My hand was down the front of my pants, squeezing the head of my own dick. This was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me — even more exciting than the few experiences I’d had with girls. I loved watching the two of them. I loved that they didn’t know I was watching. And I was dying to see if they would take things all the way.

Martin’s fingers were busy between Phoebe’s legs. The couple kissed passionately until Phoebe threw her head back. “You’re gonna make me come,” she whispered. “I’m gonna — Oh God, I’m coming!” She bucked wildly, looking ecstatically beautiful.

Martin kissed all over her face and down between her breasts. Phoebe, still panting, rolled him over onto his back and tugged down his jeans, pulling them off entirely. His hard-on was bobbing upright, and Phoebe grasped it and kissed the tip. “Mmm, I’m going to have such fun with this!” she murmured, sucking on the tender tip. She let her lips slide over the swollen glans and then pulled back up again, moving up and down in short strokes until Martin was moaning. Without warning, she swallowed about two-thirds of his cock, making him gasp delightedly. Phoebe paused, holding his dick in her mouth and allowing him to enjoy the wet warmth a moment, before she withdrew slowly and let him slip out.

Phoebe clearly liked teasing him. She waved his cock back and forth, letting the head slap against her outstretched tongue. She pumped the staff in her fist, played with his balls, and kissed all over the length of his shaft. Each time Martin reached the pinnacle of frustration, she’d swoop down and take in half of his cock, sliding her lips up and down. She would do this until he was panting, and then return to teasing him once more.

I was mesmerized. If someone had walked in my room without knocking and caught me spying, I wouldn’t have cared. Nor would I have taken my eyes from what was happening in the next room. I doubt that I’d even have taken my fist out of my pants. I could hear my own heartbeat, rhythmic and strong, as I peered between the blades of the fan.

Phoebe was actively using her hand at this point. Leaving the head of Martin’s dick in her mouth, she stroked the staff between her thumb and forefinger. She waited until Martin grew very excited, and then she returned to kissing and licking his cock until he calmed down. Over and over she milked his passion, letting it rise like mercury through a thermometer and fall gently back down until Martin’s forehead grew furrowed and he began panting erratically.

“Steady, Martin,” I heard her whisper. “The fun’s about to start.”

Phoebe stood and removed all of her clothes, hanging them neatly over the back of a chair. The she climbed on top of Martin and reached for his dick, placing him right at her entrance and sitting down on his erection. She leaned forward, dangling those beautiful boobs over Martin’s face, and began pumping her hips, sliding her pussy slowly up and down on his big cock.

I could not recall how many times I’d spotted Phoebe as she made her way to class and followed her denim-clad behind with my eyes, wondering what that provocative derriere would look like naked. To see her ass now, bouncing up and down in all of its glory, was galvanizing to say the least. There couldn’t have been a guy on campus that didn’t have a mad crush on her, and I was actually watching her fuck!

Phoebe soon built to a greedy rhythm, furiously bouncing on Martin’s rod. The rocking of her hips was purposeful, her breath quickening as she drew closer to climax. I wondered how many times this girl could come, but she clearly had unlimited potential, covering her mouth and moaning through her fingers.

Martin flipped Phoebe over without slipping out and started drilling her pussy hard. She expressed her enjoyment in little moans, spreading her legs wide at first, and then wrapping them around the small of his back. They moved in sync, letting their sex articulate their mutual affection, and then Martin stretched Phoebe’s legs back — almost to her ears — and started pummeling her deep.

He fucked her fast, stabbing in and out roughly, allowing his lust to run unchecked. Then he switched to a more moderate rhythm, focusing on finesse and depth. Phoebe met his every thrust with eagerness, trying unsuccessfully to stifle her moans. Martin moved up on his haunches, a position which allowed him to add more pressure and friction to the roof of Phoebe’s wet pussy. His strokes were languid now, using the entire length of his cock. She grew quiet, her breath coming in short little pants. “I’m gonna come,” she said, an urgency behind the softness of her voice. “Oh God, I’m coming!”

Phoebe shivered through her climax while Martin continued pumping her. He was looking quite labored, and Phoebe smiled. “You need some relief, don’t you?” she sympathized. “Why don’t you come up here and fuck my titties?”

Martin sprang up to straddle Phoebe’s torso, his cock shiny with her juices. She squeezed her beautiful jugs around his member, making a tight, supple tunnel for him. I was unable to contain my lust any longer, unbuttoning my jeans and lowering my shorts to tug silently on my rigid member.

In mere moments, he was spraying her face and tits with his load. Phoebe licked at the cream as it shot out, delighted that she’d brought him such ecstasy.

As Martin lay back to recover, Phoebe spread her legs and masturbated. She behaved brazenly, putting on a real show for him. Soon she became lost in her own desires, bringing herself quickly from a simmer to a boil. Fascinated, Martin leaned over and licked at one of her nipples as she played with herself. Phoebe rubbed her clit furiously, moaning as she met her bliss.

What choice did Martin have after witnessing such carnality but to launch a fresh attack on her insatiable cunt with his mouth? This he did with gusto, smacking his lips as if he was enjoying a favorite meal. Phoebe found his enthusiasm amusing at first, but she was soon grasping the back of his head and pulling him closer. “Oh yes, oh please,” she begged, rubbing her clit up against his face. “Oh fuck, you’re gonna make me come again!”

Martin responded by maneuvering her onto all fours. This afforded me the most spectacular view of Phoebe’s delectable rear end. My cock was leaking pre-come. With my finger I spread the semen around the head as I continued to stroke myself. I took a few deep breaths as Martin bent to lick at her from behind, his nose most surely brushing against her asshole as he tended to her pussy.

Phoebe lowered her head to the mattress, raising her backside as high as she could to give Martin easier access to her nether region. Their position gave me an excellent vantage point to witness his every ministration. He kissed and licked her, running his tongue up and down her slit, probing deeply in and out of her hole, all the time manipulating her clit with the pad of his thumb.

The angle put Martin in total control of Phoebe’s satisfaction, and he took full advantage of the opportunity. Spreading her sex, he poked his index finger in and out to the depth of the second knuckle. Adding a second finger to her tight canal, he sunk in as far as he could, finger-fucking her in earnest. Keeping up the action of his thrusting digits, he licked and sucked on her clit. He would bring her almost to the point of orgasm this way before nipping at the cheeks of her ass and wringing whimpers of the sweetest frustration from her.

I had taken my hand off my rock-hard cock, afraid that my lust would spill over, causing me to cry out and betray my presence. My poor erection pulsed in my hand. I begged my cock to relax, squeezing just under the head in an effort to arrest its impatience. It was a tough sell, however, especially as Martin moved to mount Phoebe, sliding his shaft into her from behind.

Phoebe let out a long sigh. “Oh yeah, fuck my cunt.”

This almost made me spurt in the air; I love when girls talk dirty. Phoebe couldn’t have looked sexier if she tried. I let my eyes feast on her glorious milky-white skin, the healthy plumpness of her thighs, the wickedly sultry curve of her hips, and the luscious cheeks of her jiggling ass as Martin jabbed his prick in and out. I could hear the squishing of her wet pussy with every energetic thrust.

“Oh yes, fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me!” she cried.

My hand was pumping my cock once more. Phoebe rocked back and forth on her hands and knees, meeting Martin’s every stroke. He gave it to her good, slamming himself into her, his hips slapping hard against her backside. He spanked her ass, pulled her hair, and then grabbed her hips, jackhammering her with his substantial dick. Phoebe grunted as he pummeled her.

She appeared to be approaching another monumental orgasm when Martin began ramming her fiercely. Phoebe’s cry came from deep in her chest, barely escaping her clenched teeth. It was a hoarse and desperate sound, a contest of will against reflex as she struggled to contain the noise of her escalating enjoyment.

Martin looked like he was seconds away from climaxing, as well. She quickly ushered him onto his back and straddled his head, her bare snatch poised less than an inch from his face as her slender thighs hugged his ears and she bent to take his cock in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down, and Martin moaned with joy.

Phoebe seemed hell bent on making him shoot. She worked him with ceaseless lust until Martin’s hips lurched upward. She pulled back, letting him spray her face and extended tongue with his load before she licked at the last few drops from his tip.

I bit my lip as my climax overwhelmed me, and my cock pulsed and spurted all over the only proper suit I had hanging in my closet. Thankfully, it still had the dry-cleaning bag over it. I waited several minutes until I caught my breath before climbing down from my chair, grateful to my neighbors for the free sex show they had given me, however unwittingly.

Phoebe dated Martin for the remainder of the school term, and I had the privilege of watching them in flagrante on several more occasions throughout the semester. Voyeurism has been my thing ever since. Two years ago, I joined an exclusive sex club to have regular access to watching people have sex in twosomes, threesomes, and even orgies. I will always be a fan.