Mackenzie could hardly believe what she was about to do, but the ache between her legs refused to be ignored. Slowly, carefully, Mackenzie spread her legs as her right hand drifted down her body, her fingers finding her already wet and ready to go. Was she really so aroused by this? The answer was obvious as two of her slender fingers easily slipped in, her already sensitive entrance tingling at the feeling. This was simultaneously the most incredible and most terrifying thing Mackenzie had ever experienced. The idea that, mere feet away, a huge crowd of people Mackenzie had to face every day were having a party, completely unaware of her, was incredible. If she were to be discovered now... Mackenzie couldn't even begin to think about the implications. She'd want to crawl into a hole and die if such a humiliating thing were to happen.
And yet, it was the fear of such humiliation that seemed to turn Mackenzie on so much. The more Mackenzie thought about the very real and present danger, the hornier she seemed to become. Eventually the rhythmic pumping of her fingers included a third digit, lewd squelching sounds seeming to echo in the small room of the tree house. Even worse, Mackenzie knew she had at least one spectator for all this. The pervert at the telescope, whoever he or she may be, was getting an absolute eyeful. Mackenzie's positioning in the tree house meant that her spread legs were pointed directly at the window the Peeping Tom could see in, and Mackenzie found this fact equal parts humiliating and exciting. What if they took pictures? Or worse yet, what if they recorded it on video? They could blackmail her with that, and there wasn't a whole lot Mackenzie could even hope to do to counter it.
Her hand's attention to her dripping sex wasn't enough, and Mackenzie soon found her left hand occupied with her luscious breasts. Alternating between each breast, Mackenzie frantically groped and caressed herself, occasionally giving her stiffened nipples a sharp pinch or light tug. This extra bit of attention was exactly what Mackenzie needed, and before long she was lost in the throes of passion. Her hips bucked up to meet the thrusts of her hand, her toes curled in pleasure, and she could no longer contain the erotic moans that escaped her lips. Mackenzie was building to the biggest orgasm of her life, and all it took was the potential for absolute embarrassment and humiliation.
Finally, after what seemed like hours of playing with herself, Mackenzie came to a shuddering climax. Her vision swam and she became lightheaded as she felt her entrance contract around her fingers, her juices leaking out between them. Finally, completely spent, Mackenzie collapsed in exhaustion. That session had taken quite a toll on her, and she needed to rest a bit before she tried to do anything else. As she lay sprawled out on the tree house floor, Mackenzie simply listened to her surroundings. It was during this listening that Mackenzie noticed something wrong: what she heard was-
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