The Telescope

Author's note: This story was written for the Literotica Nude Day Story Contest 2025. All characters are over 18 years old. Feel free to comment, share, and vote! Happy reading!

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Tracey Wilson was facing the seven brothers of the Apocalypse. It was a busy Saturday for her, as that very morning, she had gone to the crime scene with the goal of closing the case. Three months pulling her hair out over this mission without reaching a favorable conclusion. The seven brothers were all suspects. Not a single one had been excluded as innocent.

"Are you crying with joy, Dan?"

Tracey Wilson looked at the victim's second son, Hugh. He, completely naked, had addressed the youngest of the sons, the seventh, Dan. The seven brothers stood watching Tracey. Not for a single moment did she show any interest in Hugh's muscular body. However, he had a long cock where the exposed glans was soaked in a substance that seemed to be oil.

Only Dan remained apart, a few meters from the exit door. Today was his birthday, he was now a twenty-four-year-old young man. No one had wished him.

"How many floors are there?" replied Dan, wiping his cheek.

"No one will ever know why father loved you so much," Hugh said with a grating and haughty voice.

Tracey, quite hurried, wanting to leave this large room that smelled of sperm, said with a tired air, "Why are you naked?"

"We were playing strip poker, my dear, while waiting for your arrival. The hotel is empty and the elevator is out of order. Dan will accompany you upstairs. It's his room now. Yes, he inherited it. We don't know why, right Dan?"

Tracey pinched her lips and refrained from drawing her service weapon to shoot the seven horsemen of the Apocalypse one by one. She realized that this cock was half-erect. The member throbbed.

Throughout her career, Tracey had never felt so small, facing six conqueror-like faces. Dan was not one of them, for the reason that he was the only one not to be so egocentric and so eccentric.

"The elevator is out of order, is that true?" asked Tracey.

"Your partner, the beautiful woman with the big butt, where is she?" asked Mark, the eldest son.

"She questions the neighborhood. She is questioning the neighbors. She should be arriving soon. Why?"

"We love black women."

Dan left the living room.

Hugh approached Tracey and said in a seductive tone, "Seventy-three floors. If you're athletic, it will take twenty-three minutes. But, with that liar Dan, that good-for-nothing, it will take you more than an hour. Will you count the steps for me?"

The other brothers, in suits and ties, burst out laughing.

Tracey left without a word. She found Dan in front of the stairway door. "The elevator is out of order, because of them!"

She hoped to find more information from him. She had maintained a respectful and friendly relationship throughout the week. The fact that she had summoned him along with his six other brothers into the same room suited her, as it led to what she wanted. Dan was at the end of his rope, ready to talk.

Dropped out before the final year of high school, Dan had finally found his passion in technology. He loved the Internet. He owned a computer he built himself. He spent his time playing video games while listening to lectures on any topic. Music and cinema were his favorite themes. Pornography reigned supreme. Tracey had found a real library of adult films stored on a hard drive, probably downloaded illegally. She admired the culture in this individual.

A sign in front of the elevator said "Out of order." The hotel indeed seemed empty. The silence was oppressive, as if the walls had kept the whispers of all the former guests.

Dan went to the stairway door, closely followed by Tracey. He said, "It seems there's been a fire at Brentwood. I'm scared of fire. You know, my war computer is designed for the end of the world. It is waterproof and sturdy. Nevertheless, it fears fire, lava, and comets. Damn, Los Angeles is not a paradise for a computer. Sometimes I don't sleep at night."

"Downtown will never catch fire," replied Tracey.

While climbing the first steps, Dan looked at the service weapon.

"Are you sleeping with him?" he said with a smile.

"I pull all-nighters. I have sleepless nights."

"White night, same. Sleepless night, same here. By the way, I have three erotic films to recommend to you. Megavixen, Conquest, and Noglehullet."

"Oh? Oh? No, it doesn't ring a bell."

"You're going to laugh watching Megavixen. Shit, I forgot to count the steps. We arrive on the second floor. Hell. Next time, I'll go by helicopter to the roof."

Dan was starting to slow down, breathless.

"Your brothers are making you suffer," said Tracey with a voice full of compassion.

"If you only knew... Damn... Unlike my brothers, I have no job in the family business. I don't participate in their orgies. I have no access to their harem of women. Epicureans from father to son, you might say... or rather, psychopaths from father to son. They are conquerors. Not me. No one else, except me, feels hatred towards them. In public, they are heroes. Their network is solid. FBI, journalists, bankers, lobbying, influencer artists... here's a list of a solid network. Are you part of it?"

Tracey remained silent. Her assistant principal was probably among them. She caught Dan staring at the jiggles of her breasts. Compressed in her white shirt, her breasts rolled up and down. Dan continued, "They would have made you take the elevator if you were on their side. Unfortunately, I inherited my parents' genes. I am part of a pack while being excluded. I am like Tyrion Lannister, and my brothers are potential Cersei Lannisters. All six of them, they're the ones who killed my father, I'm saying it. I call them the Menendez team."

Tracey's legs were starting to burn. Just like Dan, her breath was becoming thunderous. She stopped and said, "Do you know what Tyrion did to his father? Wait... what if they were lying?"

She climbed the rest of the third floor. Dan, fascinated by the jumps of the compacted buttocks in canvas pants, found great motivation in it. Tracey pushed open a door leading to a corridor, then crossed the hallway in silence. Arriving in front of the elevator, she pressed the button. A few seconds later, the doors slid open.

Dan collapsed into the booth, exhausted. Tracey saw that a red-haired woman in a red dress with white polka dots was at the back. One step after another, the woman positioned herself above Dan's face. She said, "This is the first time you are at my feet, Dan."

The young man opened his eyes with a start. But he remained staring at the wet and panty-less cat.

Tracey had her eyes fixed on the gigantic cleavage. Two immense breasts sprinkled with freckles displayed a glorious divine creation.

Dan said in a slow voice, "Lyna, get lost."

"It must be rare for you to see the underside of a dress."

"Steve is my favorite. He has one of those dicks that only ejaculates when it wants to. You'd think you were fucking a granite statue. The other brothers are not bad either. Except for that miserable Dan. Have we met before?"

"No, but my colleague had an interview with you."

"Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Seductive. I would have liked to finger her deeply. And you, do you desire it? Finger me? I was allowed to enjoy with the FBI."

Dan jumped to his feet. He grabbed Lyna's arm and expelled her from the booth. The doors closed after Dan had dialed the floor number.

"Damn, madam, she hypnotized you. She's a nymphomaniac. Strangers fall into the trap because they are not used to this style of crude and direct language. Fortunately, she didn't see it, you seem to be excited. Don't worry, I'm used to it. I drove my psychologist crazy, you know. He now sees a psychologist."

Tracey tried to forget Lyna. She was now convinced that she had bigger breasts.

"I think I'm going to need it too. Your family is like they live in another world. The Greek gods, for example. My colleague and I call you the Brothers of the Apocalypse. Poor thing, she fell in love with Rick, the fourth son."

"Rick is the most diabolical. What do you call me? The seventh son? Am I also a demon?"

Tracey scrutinized Dan, worried. Lyna had unsettled her. She lacked confidence and was now talking too much.

"Mrs. Wilson?"

"Uh, yes, sorry. No, just perverted..."

"Perverse?"

"Yes and no, it would be hypocritical of me to... Anyway. I would say that you don't seem to be involved in crime. Your family's fortune came from rum smuggling during Prohibition. Your great-grandfather was connected to all the gangsters of the time. Even today, by the way, we know that the mafia plays a very important role in certain businesses."

"I... Uh... I didn't know that. We have arrived."

Dan's legs trembled when he started to walk. A brief minute in a long corridor with golden wallpaper, and they entered the room. Dan rushed straight to a computer where three screens were placed on a large desk. The room was unusually spacious. The ceiling was high. The windows were more than two meters tall. Everything was white, except for Dan's belongings. And, in this large space, facing the windows, there sat a telescope.

Placed on a sturdy, motorized, and air-conditioned mount, the telescope was equipped with advanced computer equipment. "It's a Plane Wave CDK700," said Dan as he saw Tracey approach it.

"Yes, one of the most expensive home telescopes in the world. Seen it the other day. And you, you inherited it."

"You need the imprint of my right hand. I imagine you want to use it?"

There was a magnificent view at that height, but it was still quite bright. With an inquisitive look, Tracey nodded, "Please. I know that your father used it frequently after the divorce, your mother talked about it at length. Apparently, it was one of the reasons for their separation."

While placing his right hand on a touchscreen embedded in the stand, Dan expressed the greatest disgust, "Damn. I told you that sometimes Dad would argue with my brothers about who would fuck her first?"

"We are aware."

"I wonder why you are here, after all, if you know everything."

But Tracey cleared her throat, "How does it work? Do you use it often?"

"Uh, yes."

Dan was embarrassed. A bead of sweat appeared on his forehead, and it wasn't due to climbing the stairs. Tracey looked at the telescope, then outside. The sky was clear. The sun appeared on the left above a building. Noticing the angle of the telescope, she realized that the machine was targeting one of the visible buildings across the street. From here, she couldn't make out the interior of the rooms, as the windows were made of solar control glass and had a mirror effect.

Dan was about to change the angle of view, but Tracey stopped him. She looked through the eyepiece. Nothing appeared, it was complete darkness.

Tracey looked at him, "You can't see much. Are you okay?"

"We have to wait until it gets dark," Dan replied, his voice trembling.

"Everything is fine, are you sure?"

Tracey observed the telescope screen. A small emoticon had appeared, as if for a call. She continued the questioning, "What is that thing on the screen?"

"Oh nothing, it's an alarm. My father used it for... Uh... It allows you to not miss anything. It shakes a lot up there. But, unfortunately, we won't see anything from here."

Tracey tapped the emoticon with her fingertip. Dan jumped when the telescope started moving on its own. A small rotation occurred and a beep was heard. Immediately, Tracey looked through the eyepiece.

The clarity was supreme. The device was made to see through the windows of buildings.

Suddenly, a young blonde appeared. Tracey gasped for air. Her mouth opened wide. The telescope tracked the round buttocks that rolled with each step. The small breasts with light brown nipples, the spread areolas, the liveliness equal to the energy the blonde used to move, made her feel so close that she was afraid of being seen. From one room to another, happy, the blonde jumped, danced, sang without her voice being audible. Tracey instinctively understood that the telescope moved according to where her eye wanted to see. This machine had been upgraded. And she lingered for a while on the little blonde vulva. The pubis sank back, and through that, the small shapes were distinguishable between the tops of the spread thighs. "Jesus Christ," Tracey exclaimed.

On the walls of the apartment, paintings of Paris were displayed. A small blue, white, and red flag stretched above a desk. "Dan, who is this?"

"Louise."

"You made me discover your secret, without meaning to. Your father used this machine, then. When he was alive, did he let you use it?"

"N... N... No."

The blonde was eating an apple. It was clearly the thing that made Tracey discreetly pinch her pussy. Her wetness was becoming, without her intending it, increasingly substantial.

Suddenly, a ray of sunlight dazzled Tracey. She raised her left hand as a visor. She, who sometimes couldn't find the best pornographic videos during her masturbation sessions, was used to searching for a long time, but this time, it was the right one on the first try.

The blonde was now scratching her pussy. A gesture that seemed habitual.

Tracey says, "Did she just burp?"

Once the apple was devoured, she drank a large glass of water, then skipped to her room. She got on all fours on the bed, turned around, and lay on her back, legs in the air. And, slowly, she drew her knees towards her shoulders while spreading her thighs. A flexibility that made Tracey shiver.

This time, an unobstructed view of the vulva was confirmed. The fingers scratched the inside of the thighs and touched a budding dew.

Tracey's eye was about to sink into the eyepiece. "How beautiful her fur is! She is going to masturbate... Good God, what am I doing?"

At the same moment, when Tracey decided to stop looking, the young blonde jumped. With a leap, she stood up and came to look out her large window, her forehead almost pressed against the glass.

"She saw me!" shouted Tracey.

The sun was beating down on that side of the building, so the possibility of a reflection on the telescope was at a high percentage.

"Ma'am?" questioned Dan, frightened.

Dan had sunk to the back of the room, next to his desk.

Tracey felt that Dan's voice was not that of a person terribly frightened by guilt. The computer screen had an open window. Tracey saw herself in that window. She was being filmed. Her breasts seemed so gigantic that she looked at herself to see if it was real. But fear surpassed this desire to contemplate herself.

Before she could do or say anything, a bell rang. It was the intercom.

Dan said, "My brothers?"

Tracey exclaimed, "Damn it! Nothing is going as planned."

Neither of them moved. The bell continued to wail.

Tracey, disturbed, said, "Why am I being filmed, Dan?"

Dan replied, "Because."

"A trap?"

"No, an insurance."

"We need to hang up... Go ahead, Dan."

Dan complied without waiting another second. His eagerness greatly worried Tracey. The intercom stopped ringing. A voice echoed throughout the room, "You didn't warn me! I see the glare of your telescope!"

The voice spoke quickly, very radio-like, very television-like.

Dan replied, "Uh... What? Huh? A telescope? I don't have a telescope."

"Who is it?"

"Who? Uh... Are you the cleaning lady?"

"The voice... It's not the same voice."

"Uh, my voice... It's the same as yesterday."

"I didn't get the room number wrong!"

Dan was sweating profusely. He crossed the living room and looked through the telescope. He tapped on the screen and gestured for Tracey to look. What the telescope was seeing was now displayed on the monitor.

The blonde was holding a cellphone. She said, "It changed owners, that's probably it. I was wondering why Vick wasn't calling me back."

Tracey was surprised. Vick... He was the fifth son.

Dan says, "Uh... Yes. The former owner has... left Los Angeles. I bought the room."

"You were looking at me."

"I... No."

"Yes."

"No, no."

The blonde was smiling. She wasn't hiding, on the contrary, she was almost pressed against the window. She was speaking very quickly. She continued, "Let's not be shy. I caught you red-handed. But you're lucky... I like being looked at."

"I... I'm looking at the sky, that's all."

Tracey was uncomfortable and, eventually, no longer paid attention to Dan's improvised trap. The conversation was becoming too interesting. She gestured for him to continue.

But Dan preferred to use the telescope's screen. A virtual keyboard appeared on the screen. He typed, "What am I asking?"

Tracey immediately wrote, "Who is Vick to her?"

Dan took on a more assured tone, "Who is Vick to her? Uh... For you?"

The blonde's response snapped immediately, "Did you jerk off to me?"

Dan's heart was about to break a rib. He dared to reply, "It's happened to me..."

Tracey wiped her forehead.

The blonde continued, still as fast, "The previous owner was an elderly man, I believe. A deep voice, a heavy smoker. We made contact the day I spotted the glimmer of light, thanks to the sun. I had written a note on a piece of paper, not really sure if someone was watching me. He replied to me with a letter. A very beautiful letter... With sweet words... And apologies. He spent hours observing people. He spent hours masturbating while watching me. I hope you'll do the same."

Dan read the new question that Tracey had just written on the screen, "Do you think he was acting alone?"

The blonde replied without hesitation, "Yes, he was a solitary man. He called himself a conspirator and a conspiracy theorist."

Tracey followed up with another question. Dan read aloud, "Have you heard or seen anything suspicious in the past few months?"

"Oh yes, lots of things. Why all these questions? Don't you want us to jerk off separately? I can introduce you to a very exciting activity. Moreover, it will help you find the killer."

Dan and Tracey looked at each other. "What killer?" Dan asked, his voice trembling.

"The killer who is on the loose in Los Angeles... He lives in that building. Vick found him the day we had an ultra hot session. He described the whole scene. We were terrified for more than a week. Vick didn't want to say anything. Say... I want you to find him. I don't know who he is... Because knowing would have hurt me, according to Vick. And since Vick was a seasoned conspiracy theorist, I wasn't sure he was telling the truth. But if you like investigations, we can unite our wicked souls."

Tracey nodded in agreement. But Dan asked, "A conspiracy theorist?"

"Yes, he loved talking to me about the pyramids which, according to him, produced electricity, or that aliens exist... Or that we have never set foot on the Moon."

Dan said, nervously, "Uh... Well... Yes... The aliens..."

Tracey tapped on his arm to signal him to hurry up.

Dan resumed, feeling uncomfortable, "Uh... Me... I really like investigations... I... How do you spot the killer?"

The blonde replied, "You'll find out in due time, I suppose."

Tracey grabbed Dan's arm and pulled him to the other end of the room, away from the intercom. She whispered, "Your father used your brother's name. It's quite reassuring. So... Let me recap: your father was found in San Pedro, on a beach, due south. In a black garbage bag... In pieces. If we're looking for a killer... He's probably cutting up a victim right now. Dan, find him. We are on the right track. I can feel it, so play your role of a pervert one hundred percent."

"Madam... I apologize for the recording..."

"Go turn it off quickly. By the way, how do you know Louise's name?"

"I read it on his bracelet."

Tracey shook her head. Dan immediately ran to stop the recording. He took the opportunity to sneak a glance at the cryptocurrency charts displayed on the screen, then rushed back to the telescope.

Shaking much less than before, he says to Louise, "Your body, your soul, you are perfect..."

Louise had placed her mobile phone on the bed and was standing, breasts pressed, glued to the window. Tracey nearly choked when he saw the image transmitted on the high-definition telescope screen: the two breasts pressed against the glass had turned almost completely white under the pressure. The nipples, completely flattened, seemed to want to pierce the surface, forming long pink streaks.

Dan, with his eye almost glued to the eyepiece, was panting.

Louise says, "Do you see me? I present to you... the clingy woman."

"Oh yes... Blonde cat... stretched mouth... light breasts... golden hair... blue eyes... cute knees..."

"Could you just take off your clothes?"

Dan blushed violently. Tracey signaled him to comply without arguing. She knew that only Louise could, with a bit of luck, help them spot the right apartment without having to check each one individually.

Dan lowered his shorts, then took off his t-shirt. His sex appeared, massive. Short, but of impressive thickness. Tracey, surprised, pinched her lips to avoid asking out loud the question that burned on her tongue: how could such a skinny guy have such a large cock?

"I'm completely naked," said Dan in a timid voice.

"Don't be afraid to jerk off. Don't be afraid to jerk off."

Louise spread her legs. A radiant smile crossed her angelic face. Her skilled fingers came to rest directly on her already soaked clitoris. She was panting, starving. In a few seconds, she slipped two fingers inside her pretty light brown pussy.

"Mmh, my new pervert, come take me. Mmh... feeling your hard cock inside me... How is your cock?"

"Small..."

Tracey interrupted him with an elbow, mimicking a diameter that was more than generous with her hands.

"Uh... quite big... yes... very wide," stammered Dan.

Tracey insisted, puffing up her arms to make him understand to add more.

"Very thick... Very, very thick... he stammered, his cheeks crimson."

Louise moans, "Continue..."

Her mouth opened wide with the effort. She pressed her thighs against the glass, one hand wedged between her legs, in a sort of wild wrestling hold against the window. Dan, his voice trembling, moaned, "I'm getting so big, so hard. I really want to spread your pussy."

Tracey raised her thumb, then signaled to speed up. Dan, believing the gesture was meant for him, started to jerk off faster. Tracey immediately gave him a tap on the arm, pointing at Louise with her eyes.

Dan says, "Oh? Ah? What's your game? Guide me, so that I can find the... the killer."

Tracey clapped silently, shaking her large breasts without making a single sound. She was also soaking wet. But she remained bent over, hiding the pulls between her thighs.

Louise, breathless, replied, "Very well... I will... tell you... With the former... owner... we... So... Mmm! Look at the apartment... just below mine..."

Dan obeyed immediately. He adjusted the telescope. "Yes... it's empty."

"Next... four windows on the left. And... remember to describe, if you see... exciting things."

Dan had complete control of the device. He quickly pivoted. The targeted apartment was occupied by a completely naked man, slumped on his couch, masturbating in front of the television.

Tracey opened her mouth wide. Dan tried to maintain a semblance of seriousness, "A TV on... A porn... The guy is watching a hardcore movie... His black skin glistens with sweat. His legs are very spread apart. He propped pillows under each elbow. Ah! The actress on screen is Kendra Sunderland. She is being pounded by two big black guys. One in the ass... The other in the pussy... It's dripping everywhere."

Louise moans, "Again... Again..."

Dan continued, panting, "Kendra... known for her big natural breasts. She takes cock like a pro. The guy on the couch has a jar of coconut-flavored lubricant sitting on the coffee table. His cock... it slides between his hands."

Dan returned to Louise. She was completely pressed against the window. Her skin pressed against the glass turned whitish, almost frozen, as if it were petrifying under the pressure.

Tracey, with her fist in her mouth, was trying not to scream.

Dan, on the other hand, was on the verge of ejaculating.

Louise murmured, "Go down... five windows below..."

The telescope pivoted again.

Tracey almost fainted. Dan, on the other hand, was panting, "Oh my God! Here, two women. My dream... My dream... I can't believe it... They... they're in sixty-nine! One has her head buried in the other's ass, and the other is wiggling her tongue against a completely smooth pussy. Not a hair... The one on top... she has breasts... bigger than Kendra's! And the other one, she's tattooed all over. She trembles, her white skin is covered in red spots. Probably slaps. The one on top is tanned. She is wearing purple lingerie. And she has super long nails."

"Oh yes... Oh yes... The former owner often talked to me about them. Sometimes, there are three of them. They fuck each other's pussies with sex toys, as if they were offering sacrifices to the Gods."

Dan couldn't take it anymore. He immediately turned back to Louise. She now had her buttocks raised, completely flattened against the glass. She was doing it on purpose, spreading her curves as much as possible, until her vulva and anus were pressed directly against the glass. A thick, sticky wetness seemed to glue her pussy to the window.

Dan cracked. His semen erupted, splattering the feet of the telescope and the bottom of the glass. He almost collapsed, his legs giving way, but Tracey caught him just in time to keep him standing, wondering about the phenomenal amount of sperm.

Louise, breathless, continued between two gasps, "Ten windows on the right... then three below... Say? Did you just do it? Your sperm, is it everywhere?"

"O... Yes... I... Damn... I put everything everywhere... Sorry," replied Dan, out of breath, short of breath.

He struggled to keep his eye in front of the eyepiece, but he managed. A new plan presented itself to them. Tracey, leaning over the telescope screen, suddenly turned pale. She exclaimed, "Andrea!"

"Who spoke?" Louise exclaimed in surprise.

Dan, panicked, immediately added, "Nolan!"

Tracey shouted, "The sixth son!"

Louise, stunned, "There are two of you?"

Tracey pressed her hand against her mouth, stifling a torrent of insults. She forced herself to breathe slowly to channel the anger that burned in her throat.

Dan tried to calm things down, "Sorry... I'm not alone, a friend is with me."

Louise burst into a clear, almost hysterical laugh, "Oh fucking hell... A couple is checking me out..."

She started moaning again, her voice rising to a high pitch, as fast and jerky as usual. "Oh yes... Oh yes... Yes... Damn... Please... Speak... Speak again... Oh yes!"

Tracey remained stone-faced. She was almost biting her tongue to avoid screaming. She murmured, "I promised her. She too. No sex with one of the brothers. No sex. No weakness."

Dan, for his part, continued, "Nolan, he's on his knees. Behind a black woman on all fours. He fucks her quickly, very quickly. She screams, I think. Her heavy, dark breasts swing back and forth at a crazy pace. She clings to the sheets. Her head thrown back. Her long braids... spread across her arched back. Her ass... damn. A huge ass. Of perfect roundness. Her ribs stand out. She is out of breath. Wait... She... she is holding something... A leash?"

Louise was hardly listening anymore, too lost in her own pleasure.

Dan, his voice trembling, continued, "She... She would be in the top ten of the best porn actresses if she were part of it."

Suddenly, Andrea turned around sharply.

Nolan didn't have time to ejaculate. His neck was pulled down.

Andrea, her hand under the pillow, pulled out a pistol equipped with a silencer. With a precise motion, she pressed the barrel against Nolan's throat.

She said something to him.

Dan felt like his eyes were going to pop out of their sockets. His mouth remained wide open, unable to produce a single sound.

Louise was overtaken by her orgasm. Her voice echoed throughout the room. His scream was guttural, very jerky.

Tracey, she exploded, "THAT'S ENOUGH!"

She ran to the intercom. She cut off the communication and hurriedly said, "If my colleague is taking advantage, then so am I."

A moment later, she was next to Dan. In one swift motion, she grabbed the thick and hard shaft. She knelt down, her tongue already pressed against the tip. She licked it eagerly, sucking the last drops of sperm.

Dan, barely repositioned, shouted, beside himself, "I'm in heaven!"

Tracey captured the thick square cock inch by inch. Her tongue, stained with saliva, sought to reach the balls. Her mouth, completely open, produced sounds of slurping. Finally, she managed to take the entire thick shaft with its insane diameter, triggering more obscene sounds. She was in a state of unexpected fulfillment, consumed by a deep desire. She was literally enjoying herself with her mouth.

Dan, gritting his teeth, growled, "It's you!"

The drool dripped down his member. He was overjoyed to see a woman diligently sucking his cock. She seemed to want to swallow it over and over, as if it were a battle, when in reality, it was simply the best thing she had had in her mouth in a long time.

Dan, feverish, glanced sideways, eager to knead the enormous breasts that threatened to burst the buttons of Tracey's shirt.

Tracey's hands slid over Dan's thighs, massaging him firmly. Her mouth worked like an avalanche: large, voracious, synchronized with every movement of his head. His nose sank into the dark pubic hair, breathing in the raw scent of good nature.

She almost choked, saliva bursting out on the sides. She withdrew, three times more out of breath than after climbing ten flights of stairs on foot. She spat, and a long, thick web of saliva formed, from the glans to the shaft, from the balls to the chin, from the lips to the glans, from the nose to the pubis, ready to imprison her prey indefinitely.

Then, she dove back in. Faster. Almost desperate, jaw tired, but unable to stop. Her head was swaying frantically, greeting her own appetite.

Dan groans, his fists clenched, "It's fucking real!"

Tracey, fangs bared like a vampire, jumped up and kissed him fiercely. Their teeth clashed in the rush. Dan's hands, on the other hand, wandered directly to the enormous chest.

Tracey exclaimed, out of breath, "Do you want to fuck them? Oh yes, you want to fuck them..."

She unbuttoned her shirt. Her overflowing cleavage almost burst into the open air. Dan's hands grabbed the thick, sweat-glossed breasts. Tracey unclipped her bra from behind and remained naked, except for the bottom. A second later, she squatted down, spreading her legs. She grabbed her breasts with both hands, pressing Dan's cock right in the center.

The contact of that burning and soaked member between her breasts unleashed a savagery in her that she no longer suspected. She stroked the cock while squeezing her large breasts tightly. Her nipples, tousled and disproportionately large, were encircled by her fingers.

Tracey smiles, "Happy birthday, Dan!"

Dan, overjoyed, "It's the best gift! Natural breasts on top of that... Oh fucking hell... How can such huge breasts fit on such a small body?!"

The generous amount of saliva made his cock slide between that warm and soft flesh at an uncontrollable speed. Tracey, unstoppable, murmured between her clenched teeth, "You like that, huh? Oh yes... This cock is so good..."

Dan started fucking those big tits as if the biggest paycheck in the universe was right there. His buttocks clenched, his perineum contracted. His cock, slippery and trembling against that paradise skin, made him grimace with pleasure. He says, "You have the biggest."

Tracey abruptly stopped the rhythm and collapsed on her back, her enormous, saliva-filled breasts bouncing. She contorted herself to remove her shoes, her pants, then her blue thong. A true stream of arousal stretched from the fabric to her black-haired pussy. A smell mixed with urine, peach, and salt swept Dan into a wave of uncontrollable lust.

He knelt down, his tail thrashing in all directions.

Tracey got on all fours, presenting her ass. At the moment the thick cock penetrated her, she opened her mouth wide and rolled her eyes. He filled her up much more than she would have believed. She had a hard time taking it all in, but thanks to her wetness and saliva, she managed. When finally the entire cock was inside her, she asked, "Look through the telescope."

But Dan pushed harder, deeper, plunging and spreading this hairy, wet pussy as wide as possible. Her entire body trembled. A delicious sound of wetness, produced by his virgin cock, surpassed all other sounds.

"Damn, you're so good," groaned Tracey, her breasts pressed against the floor.

Her pussy, soaked with juice, fucked and spread as she wanted, pulsed again. Her tense face, her clenched features, sought the high tension. The one that was coming, a consuming freedom, rose, again and again, until it made him want to burst the thick cock. But Dan didn't let go of anything. The big cock was filling. However, with a trembling hand, Tracey masturbated her clit.

"AH! YES! AH! YES! AH! YES!"

She trembled, fidgeted. Dan couldn't keep up anymore.

Sweaty, she pulled away, lay back on her back, and said to him in a breath, "Oh Dan... You're really good... Come on, your turn. Ejaculate."

She extended her hand. The thick cock, still as hard as ever, plunged into it. Tracey stroked it very quickly, very hard, from the wet tip to the balls. The sperm burst forth and splashed onto her large breasts, shaken by the movements. Dan, head thrown back, moaning like never before, lost his balance and fell to the side.

Tracey chuckled softly, "So, my dear Dan... did you enjoy it?"

She straightened up a bit, catching her breath, "Listen... We know that you gave your father's inheritance to charities. I have thoroughly investigated you... You don't check all the boxes. You have no connection to human trafficking or cocaine."

Dan began to panic despite still feeling high.

Tracey stretched, her breasts glistening with sperm, "Since you generously proved that you're just a big pervert and not a monster, I wanted to show you... the downfall of the Apocalypse brothers."

Dan wiped his forehead, his lips trembling. He managed to say, "I... Thank you."

Tracey smiled, "Now... Look at the last apartment targeted by the telescope, then... the living room. I suppose Steve, Hugh, Vick, Mark, Rick, and Lyna... are there."

Dan, still dazed, got up slowly. He adjusted the telescope. His eye on the eyepiece. His brothers were there, asleep, all naked, on the floor. Steve was inside Lyna.

And Andrea, standing in the middle of the living room, his gun in hand, was about to shoot. Dan took a step back, breathless. He slowly turned towards Tracey Wilson, who was already getting dressed.

She winked at him, "You should get back in touch with Louise."

She left the room, exhausted. Finally, the sleepless nights were coming to an end. The mission, now, was to gather the bodies. And throw them into the ocean