The Telescope and the Jar

The Telescope and the Jar

Status: Finished

Genre: Horror

Details

Status: Finished

Genre: Horror

Summary

As a man pleasures himself in a sickening and strange manner, a young woman watches from afar and pleasures herself in an even more abhorrent way.

Summary

As a man pleasures himself in a sickening and strange manner, a young woman watches from afar and pleasures herself in an even more abhorrent way.

Content

Submitted: November 14, 2012

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1.

 

Through her telescope Michelle watched as Charles took his clothes off; he was already aroused and although she had seen it many times before, this vascular behemoth somehow strangely born of this dismal and weak body like some sort of genetic crime, it always made her gasp for air. She pulled her pants down as she watched Charles climb into his bathtub, empty of water, and grab a small mirror from the side of the tub. She dipped her fingers into a jar of honey at her side and after licking them softly, careful not to remove any of the nectar, she put them down between her legs and began rubbing the honey all around her lips and her clitoris. Her breathing quickened and she gently trembled.

 

Charles bent forward holding the mirror behind his spread legs, just below his ass, and as Michelle dipped her fingers into the honey one more time and returned them to her genitals where they worked faster and more forceful, he took his large erect penis with ease into his own mouth.

 

* * *

 

With one hand holding the mirror, Charles used the other to pull his cheeks apart so that he could see his asshole in the reflection. He moved his head back and forth as little as he needed, doing most of the work with his tongue and lips, as he watched the reflection of his asshole with keen desperate eyes. His sphincter slowly opened and pushed out a mass of crumbled umber meat and he started to suck harder. The shit was surging from him; some of the clumps smeared the mirror as they fell to the floor of the tub and as the stench hit him Charles came into his mouth with fury. His eyes widened as his semen pumped out and his asshole retracted, clipping off a tiny piece of shit that had yet to fall.

 

He moved his feet back in the tub and stood in his own waste matter and felt the warmth of it. He pushed his feet down and the warm shit squirmed between his toes, while also feeling the warmth of his own cum trickling down his throat. He groaned and closed his eyes.

 

* * *

 

As Charles shat himself, Michelle had finished covering herself in honey and picked up another jar which she shook violently. The creatures trapped inside were furious, buzzing wildly. She pushed the jar down towards her genitals and removed the lid, quickly pressing it against her cunt. The wasps began to sting her as she watched Charles finishing in his own mouth, and although she screamed in pain she kept the jar where it was. As the tears poured from her eyes, and as Charles began standing in his own shit, the wasps were turning her clitoris into a huge swollen boil. Michelle zoomed her telescope in closer, trembling as she watched Charles close his eyes in ecstasy. She closed her own and bit her lip so hard that it started to bleed, as with one final sting her ballooning clitoris burst, drenching the wasps in blood and greenish-yellow slime.

 

* * *

 

Her final scream before passing out made Charles open his eyes and look out of his window and across the street. Sunlight refracted from the telescopes lens and sparkled at him like someone waving to get his attention, and for a brief moment the idea that someone had been watching him buzzed through his mind and although the notion would have normally terrified him, it was if he could sense for that brief moment that whoever it was, that they had enjoyed it, and that they would want to see more.

 

Charles' gaze creeped down from the window where this voyeur had been, to the front door where the number 74 was hung, and he smiled. He would become a voyeur himself and wait to see who lived there, and dependent of who they were and what they looked like, he would decide then what to do next.

 

He stepped out of his bathtub onto the tiled bathroom floor and left footprints of shit as he walked to the window. As he stood there staring at the house across the road from where the telescope signalled him, the smell of his own shit hit him again and stole him from his stupor. He turned around and looked at the mess he had made and as feelings of loathing and abhorrence sluiced through him, flushing away what was left of the strange carnal desires that he had had, he lowered his head in self-condemnation and prepared himself to begin the grim task of cleaning his bathroom, as he had done many times before.


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