In a previous blog I already told about Bob my best friend when I was growing. With his parents divorced he would spend time between his grandparents house where is Mom lived and his Dads house where he lived until the Divorce.

His Mom took care of Bob's Grandparents and maybe twice a month would go to a movie with her lady friends. His Dad was a traveling businessman and spent a lot his time on the road which was good for me and Bob. We spent many a day watching 8mm stage films in his Dads private porn theater. It was how we learned about sex and where we would perfect our masturbation techniques.

Bob would spend the night at his Dad's house two weekends a month and often I was invited to have a sleep over. We could hear his Dad go into the theater sometimes after he made us go to bed and I always wondered if he could tell we had been there.

Sometimes Bob's Dad would have a lady friend over his house for dinner while Bob was there. Along the way I got to meet a few. Most were what my Mom called "loose women". They were always very nice to me and Bob. Never did any of them spend the night while I was there but some did when it was just Bob and his Dad.

Bob's Dad was a very good looking man and a lot of the Mom's in the neighborhood would whisper about certain things they had heard. I overheard a conversation my Mom had with her close friend over coffee. This woman was talking about the amount of different "friends" Mr Adams (Bob dad) was having over for dinner. She said there was a revolving door on his bedroom? I had no clue what that meant at the time but then she went on to say "well being part German and part Italian he is hung like a horse". I figured that out on the spot since most of the guys in the stag movies did had fairly large cocks.

One night I was spending the night at Bob's Dad's house for a sleep over I would get to see Mr. Adams cock in its full glory as it worked it's way in and out of a "loose woman". It was everything plus a few more thick inches that my Mom's friend described.

In the summer Bob's Dad would set up a tent in the back yard and we would do a camp out. His Dad would set up a campfire and we'd cook out, roast marshmallows and then he tell us ghost stories. One night he invited one of the "looser" ladies and they were drinking beer during the camp out. She got looser by the hour. By the time Bob's Dad tucked us in our sleeping bags this woman was hungry for Mr Adams.

He helped her to the house and we watched as the lights in the house came on and then the Master Bedroom lights went on. Bob says "be really quite" and we get out of our sleeping bags and crawl over to the house. Since the house was Ranch style we could stand and peek in the master bedroom window. In our neighborhood very few people had AC so Windows were open and fans did the cooling. My first peek made me instantly hard. The loose woman was completely naked and Mr Adams was sucking her tits. She was feverishly pulling on his shirt and then tugs down his pants. Mr Adams had a porn star size cock and it was only semi hard.

The woman pushes him back on the bed and says " I've been waiting for that sausage all night big boy now I'm gonna eat it up" Now I think it was just about this time that all the rage was Linda Lovelace and deep throat. The way this lady attacked that big cock was an amazing site and Mr Adams let out an animal like moan. Remember the only sound the stag movies we were watching was the tick tick tick if the film going through the sprockets. Sex with sound was so amazing. Bob starts whispering " watch what she can do" That's when I realized that this was not Bob's first time peeping in on his dad having sex with this woman.

She starts going from head to pubes as Mr Adams cock gets bigger and thicker. No matter she had every inch of that sausage down her throat and by the response from Mr Adams it was feeling more pleasure than either Bob or I had ever received from our hand. In an instant she is now spinning around cock in throat and she plops her pussy on Mr Adams face. So this is 69 wow.

They continue like this for what seems like a half hour. I hear Bob making some rustling sound and see he is naked from the waist down and stroking so I do the same. As I look back to the bedroom window I hear the woman say "oh yes big boy I'm Cumming" She stops sucking his huge dick and just grinds her pussy onto his face. The expression on her face looks like she is in pain but the sound is pure pleasure. Once she stops convulsing she says "I need that big cock in me now".

In seconds Mr Adams mounts her and his big fat cock is pounding her pussy like a Jack hammer. We could not have a more perfect view of the action and now I understood why Bob picked this specific window. The sound of sex was awesome. The moans the groans the sound of balls slapping ass then the sound of cock pounding a juicy pussy overwhelmed me.

My hand was working my cock and I was at the point of no return. By the familiar whimpers Bob was making I knew he was to. Mr Adams starts making this truly amazing sound like he was saying "ffffffuuuuuccccccckkkkkk" The women says "not in me" and I'm thinking this is a live pornography movie.

Mr Adams pulls his amazing cock from her pussy and like a snake this woman slithers under him and his long thick purple cock is now in her mouth. His balls are on her chin as he starts to let loose. She pulls his cock out of her cum filled mouth and jets of cum are still blasting her face and chest. Bob lets out a grunt and I hear his cum hitting the siding and then I start ejaculating one of the most amazing loads I ever had.

Dazed and confused and thinking we may have been heard we crawl back to the tent with a spent cock s still drooling cum in our pjs. We scurry in our sleeping bags and pretend we are asleep. About 5 minutes later we hear Mr Adams looking in the tent. We didn't move and so he zips up the tent and goes on his way.

We only did one more peeping bud adventure but it was no where near this performance. Whenever I view scenes from Deep Throat these fond memories return but that "loose lady" outperformed Linda Lovelace by a mile. Maybe it's just because I saw her live?