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Cascade Crypto Carnage #3:Peeping Desires
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Chapter 4: Peeping DesiresSunday morning broke over Alpine Meadows Ranch like a lazy promise, the October sun filtering through the kitchen windows in golden shafts that danced across the granite counters. The air smelled of fresh coffee and cinnamon—Sarah's ritual, her way of claiming the day before the horses called her away. At 30, she was in her element: barefoot in the kitchen, her 5'7" frame wrapped in a silk robe that clung to her plump curves like a lover's hands. The robe was short, ending high on her thick thighs, the belt loosely tied to hint at the heavy swell of her D-cup tits beneath, nipples already perking from the chill. Her long dark hair was twisted into those signature pigtails—high and bouncy, the kind that screamed "naughty housewife" and never failed to make Dave's cock twitch. Her adorable face was bare of makeup, full lips curved in a sleepy smile, hazel eyes still soft from sleep but flickering toward that telltale green as she stirred oatmeal on the stove. She was the most beautiful woman Dave had ever laid eyes on, bar none—juicy ass that jiggled with every shift, thighs that could smother a man in bliss, and a warmth that made the massive ranch feel like home.Dave leaned against the island, coffee mug in one hand, his free arm snaking around her waist to pull her back against him. At 6'4", he dwarfed her, his bare chest—still marked with faint red lines from last night's ride—pressing to her shoulders. He was in nothing but low-slung sweats, the kind that did fuck-all to hide the morning outline of his 10-inch beast, thick even soft, snaking down his thigh like a coiled serpent. "Morning, plumper," he rumbled, voice gravelly from sleep, nuzzling her neck. His hand dipped lower, palming the curve of her ass through the silk, squeezing the soft, yielding flesh. "Everyone's out—Jeff's snoring off last night's whiskey, Carmen said she was hitting the trails. Just us."Sarah hummed, arching into his touch, her free hand reaching back to tangle in his hair. "Mmm, good. Been craving this." She flicked off the stove, turning in his arms, those pigtails swinging like pendulums. Her hazel eyes locked on his blue ones, shifting greener by the second—her "frisky" signal, the one that meant she was wet already. "Craving you." She dropped to her knees right there on the cool tile, robe falling open to bare her heavy tits, the pink nipples hard as pebbles. Her hands tugged at his sweats, yanking them down with impatient tugs until his cock sprang free—heavy, half-hard, the veined shaft thickening in the open air, balls hanging low and full."Fuck, Sarah," Dave groaned, setting his mug down to brace on the counter, his confidence radiating like heat. He loved this—his plump queen worshipping him, no pretenses. "You know what that mouth does to me."She looked up at him through her lashes, that gorgeous, adorable face all pouty innocence masking pure filth. "Oh, I know, big boy. This fat cock's all mine." Her fingers wrapped around the base—barely closing around the girth—and she stroked slow, feeling it swell to full mast in her grip, 10 inches of rigid heat pulsing against her palm. Pre-cum beaded at the slit, and she leaned in, tongue flicking out to lap it up like nectar. "Mmm, tastes like my favorite breakfast. Thick and salty—gonna choke on it today?" She didn't wait for an answer, lips parting wide to engulf the head, sucking with wet, obscene slurps that echoed off the cabinets.Dave's head fell back, a low growl rumbling from his chest as she took him deeper—throating him like a pro, her throat relaxing around the intrusion, gagging just enough to make it filthy. One pigtail bobbed with each bob of her head, the other gripped in his fist as he guided her gently, hips rocking shallow. "That's it, baby—swallow that dick. Fuck, your throat's tighter than your pussy after a ride." His free hand cupped one of her heavy tits, thumb rolling the nipple, making her moan around his shaft—the vibration shooting straight to his balls.Sarah pulled off with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cockhead, her chin slick and shiny. "God, Dave, you're so fucking big—stretches my jaw every time. Wish I could deepthroat you all day, feel these veins pulsing on my tongue." She dove back in, hollowing her cheeks, taking him to the hilt—nose buried in his pubes, throat convulsing in rhythmic swallows that milked him like a velvet vice. Her thick thighs spread wide on her knees, one hand slipping between them to rub her clit through the robe's folds, her juicy ass cheeks peeking as she rocked. "Mmmph—gonna make you cum down my throat, fill me up like you do my cunt. Love being your dirty little throater."Upstairs, Jeff was indeed out cold, tangled in sheets with a faint snore rattling the guest suite. But Carmen? She'd lied about the trails. At 32, with her slimmer echo of Sarah's beauty—5'5", pert C-cups, that same heart-shaped face with hazel eyes now dark with obsession—she'd been "lurking" since dawn. It started innocent: a glass of water at 6 a.m., padding downstairs in her oversized sleep tee, the hem barely skimming her ass, no panties because why bother when fantasies kept her wet? But then she heard Dave's voice, low and commanding, and something twisted in her gut—a pull, magnetic and shameful. Stalking him, she called it in her head, half-joking, but it wasn't. It was need. Desperation. Ever since arriving, she'd shadowed him: peeking from doorways during his wood-chops, "accidentally" wandering into rooms when he showered, ears straining for the echoes of him and Sarah fucking like animals. Last night's moans had kept her up, fingers buried in her pussy as Jeff slept beside her, oblivious.Now, she crept to the kitchen threshold, heart hammering, bare feet silent on the hardwood. The swinging door was ajar—just a crack, enough to spy through without being seen. Perfect. Her breath caught as she peered in: Sarah on her knees, pigtails swinging, that monster cock disappearing down her sister's throat with wet, glucking sounds that made Carmen's clit throb. Fuck... look at her take it. Like it's nothing. Jealousy hit first, hot and bitter—why her? Why not me? Sarah had the plump perfection, the history, but Carmen ached for it too, that stretch, that ownership. Her hand slipped under her tee, fingers finding her slick folds, circling her clit slow as she watched, biting her lip to stifle a whimper.Dave's voice cut through, husky and praising: "Yeah, gag on it, plumper—show me how much you love daddy's big dick choking you." Sarah moaned louder, pulling off to stroke him shiny with her spit, tits bouncing as she worked the shaft. "It's so thick, Dave—ruins me every time. Bet the girls at the center whisper about you, wishing they could slobber on this like I do." She spat on the head, smearing it down with twisting pumps, then engulfed him again, throat bulging visibly around his girth.Carmen leaned closer to the crack, her free hand gripping the doorframe, nails digging in. God, I wish that was me... on my knees, lips stretched around that fat cockhead, tasting him. The thought sent a fresh gush of wetness down her thigh; she was dripping, her slimmer body trembling as two fingers plunged inside, curling against her G-spot in time with Sarah's bobs. The jealousy twisted into something darker, hotter—a spying thrill she'd only read about in stolen moments online, back in the city when Jeff was at work. Those Literotica stories, the ones about women lurking in shadows, hearts pounding as they watched lovers devour each other. The voyeurs who came hardest from the forbidden view—the envy of the wife's moans, the ache of imagining their own throat stuffed full. One story stuck: a sister spying on her sibling's husband, peeking through a closet slat, fingering herself silent while whispers of "cum for me, baby" echoed. The jealousy fueled it, made the orgasm shatter like glass—knowing it wasn't hers, but pretending, just for a second. Carmen had bookmarked a few, late-night scrolls turning to desperate rubs, the screen glowing with tales of hidden eyes and soaked panties. That's me now, she thought, pulse racing. The lurker slut, wishing for his cum on my tongue instead.Sarah's pace quickened, sloppy and urgent—gluck-gluck-gluck filling the kitchen, her hand a blur on his balls, tugging gentle. "Fuck my face, Dave—use your throater like the cumdump she is." He obliged, hips snapping forward, fucking her mouth with controlled thrusts that made her gag and drool, tears streaking her pretty cheeks but her eyes—green now, wild—begging for more. Dave's abs clenched, that manly reek of sweat and arousal hitting Carmen even from afar, making her pump her fingers faster, thumb grinding her clit. He's so big... look at it bulge her throat. I'd choke harder, take it deeper to prove I'm worthy. Jeff could never—fuck, I need this.The build was electric; Dave's groans turned guttural, hand fisting her pigtail like a handle. "Shit, Sarah—gonna flood that pretty mouth. Swallow every drop, you filthy plumper." She hummed yes, nose to pubes, and he erupted—ropes of thick cum blasting straight down her gullet, her throat working in swallows that Carmen could hear, wet and greedy. Sarah pulled back on the last pulse, letting the final spurts paint her lips and chin, a pearl drop dangling from her lower lip before she licked it clean with a satisfied moan. "Mmm, so much... love feeding on you, baby."Carmen came undone then, silent but shattering—pussy clenching around her fingers, a muffled squeak escaping as she bit her sleeve, knees buckling against the door. Waves of it crashed through her, jealousy souring the bliss into something addictive, leaving her slumped and panting. One day... it'll be me he calls throater. Me he paints. She straightened slow, slipping away before they could stir, heart still thundering as she padded back upstairs. Jeff stirred as she crawled into bed, mumbling something incoherent. She ignored him, rolling away, mind replaying the scene on loop—Dave's cock, Sarah's moans, the cum she craved.Downstairs, Sarah rose with a grin, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand, robe hanging open to bare her glistening curves. "Best wake-up ever. Your turn tonight—gonna ride that beast till I squirt." Dave pulled her up, kissing her deep, tasting himself on her tongue. "Deal, queen. But first—oatmeal? Or round two?"They laughed, oblivious, as the ranch hummed on. But across the hall, Carmen plotted—maybe a "chance" encounter in the kitchen tomorrow. Or pulling Kasia into her web, sharing the spy's high. The Yak waited in Dave's lab, fluffy crystals calling for bigger tests. And the women? Their hungers tangled tighter, secrets blooming like weeds in the meadows.(To be continued...)
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