It has been said that nearly every community contains a cross section of Americans within its confines, thereby maintaining an image unique in this country today. Every town has its doctors and lawyers, its coaches and teachers, and its clerks and carpenters, and each individual has in turn been touched to some extent by emotions common to all men--greed, lust, envy, and distress.
STORY OF A PEEPING HOUSEWIFE is a story of everyday, responsible people whose lives are wrought with common frailties; people who seek pleasure, profit, expediency; people not unlike those who may live in your town or your neighborhood. Respectable citizens--yes, but not without the foibles and weaknesses seen every day in nearly every city.
This story provides a unique insight into those emotions with which we all must live, a look at America at the grass-roots level.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Suzanne stepped outside the doorway that led to the patio, having made sure to turn off the lights before opening the door. It had taken the longest time to grow dark. Then Charlie had made noises about maybe not going bowling tonight. That had given her a twinge of disappointment.
She looked about, trying to appear nonchalant, although she knew that nobody was watching her. She had peeped out the front window, just to make sure. All the houses up and down the street were lighted, most of the lights in the living rooms, and she knew from first-hand knowledge just who was watching TV and who was fooling around.
She should know!
For Suzanne was the neighborhood peeper, had been the neighborhood peeper ever since a night, three months ago, when she had run out of cigarettes and had gone next door to borrow some from Jennifer. Bill had gone bowling with Charlie.
She had certainly not expected to find her best friend kneeling on the floor before the sofa, stark naked, with Harry Bissell's cock rammed halfway down her throat.
Since then, Jennifer's window had been her TV screen every Tuesday night when her husband put on his macho act and went bowling. And his own brother took over the homework he was neglecting.
Well, after that, Jennifer's window was not the only window that caught hell.
Like, for instance, tonight it was going to be Janice Millard's. Good old snobbish Janice Millard, who wouldn't say cock if she had a mouthful. Janice Millard with her high and mighty ways. The chairperson of the Ladies Club.
It was all Suzanne could do to keep from laughing right in her face at the bridge club every Wednesday afternoon when all of them, ranging in ages from nineteen to thirty-eight, alternated their hostessing of the game.
Suzanne crossed the grass and went toward the back hedges that bordered her property and the Millards. Charlie had put up a chain link fence all the way across the back yard years ago, and then, when the Robertsons had moved in that house behind them, he had planted hedges.
Well, the Robertsons and the kids and the dog were all gone now, but the hedges and the chain link fence remained, a high and solidly impenetrable wall that insured Charlie's grumpy privacy.
She slipped sideways between the end of the chain link fence and the garage, turning her head to avoid having the hedges scratch her freckled face or pull on her long red hair which was lushly brushed and fell in a glory all about her shoulders and about her oval face.
Charlie hadn't thought of everything.
She crossed the yard swiftly, going directly to the left side of the house. There was a narrow passageway between the garage and the house, and she had to move sideways to get to the bedroom window.
As usual it was open, and as usual the shade was all the way up. In her cockiness and her love of fresh air, Janice never dreamed that anyone would try to squeeze into that narrow space.
And probably nobody ever had, until Suzanne gave it a try.
"Come on, you hunk, feed me that cock!"
The words came from that snobbish too- good-for-everybody-else mouth of hers, a mouth so small it looked like it couldn't hold a cigarette, let alone a good solid chunk of cockmeat.
She heard the creaking of the bed as whoever it was settled on the edge of the mattress.
"Mmmmmmhhmmm!" Janice murmured appreciatively.
Suzanne edged closer, moving sideways, knowing exactly how the entire bedroom was laid out. The big brass bed was jammed against the window, the shiny rods of the headboard making a perfect separation between her eager bright green eyes and the people on the bed.
"Cunt! Suck it or I'll shove it up that tight asshole of yours! Not that I won't anyway!"
"Mmmmmmhhhmmmmm! " Suzanne took a good look.
The only light in the room was the bedside lamp, but it was more than enough to illuminate the naked bodies. Harry Bissell was sitting there naked on the edge of the bed, his heavy thighs spread open, his feet flat on the floor, and Janice was kneeling--making herself comfortable on a pillow to protect those beautiful knees--in all her naked loveliness.
Suzanne had no fear of being caught, for both of them were in profile, with Harry Bissell holding his enormous cock in one hand, and the back of Janice's head in the palm of the other, crushing the thick black hair that was covering her temples and the nape of her neck.
And he was getting ready to feed his cock to her, inch by inch, and she was just dying to take it all, right down to the base.
Suzanne would have liked to have had a mouthful of his cock for herself. For Harry was built like a stud, his cock-head a monstrous wedge almost as big as a tennis ball, and the shaft of his prick was almost as thick and almost as long as Janice's forearm.
Janice was playing coy, not grabbing the enormous muscled pole which she wanted so badly. The saliva was running down the edges of her half-opened mouth.
Suzanne was positive that Janice would never be able to open that tiny mouth wide enough for all that awesome thickness.
Harry fed her the first inch, and a little more, pressing the hardness of his cock-head against her crimson-tinted lips, and Janice sucked a kiss upon the long thin slit, flicking out her tongue, tasting the pre-cum that was giving her a preview of things to come.
Janice's big brown eyes grew dreamy, and she bobbed her head, causing her thick black hair to swirl about her forehead, causing his cock to sink deeper inside her tight small mouth.
Suzanne watched in amazement as Harry fed her another inch, and then another. Janice dropped her long slender fingers onto the sagging pouch of his balls, and she rubbed the slippery ovals against each other inside the sac.
"You like that, huh? You whore cocksucker!"
He took his hand way from the back of her head and rested both palms onto the sheets at his side, leaning back, watching her take her own hands onto the impossible length of it. Even with the three inches inside her lips, she could not engulf the entire shaft inside her fists, and she certainly could not close her fingers on all that cock-shaft.
Janice gazed upward across his chest. It was matted with salt and pepper curls, the same as his shaggy head, the same as his crotch. He was the hairiest man Suzanne had ever seen. She stood on her tiptoes outside the window to see it all.
"Mmmmhhhmmmm!" The murmuring was coming in a more muffled way, as well it should, for Janice had now gobbled another three inches into her hot little mouth.
Suzanne could not believe that she was taking all of that, although she saw that she had been right about the size of her mouth. The lips were stretched into a tight caress around the huge prick.
Janice drew her head back, and Suzanne could see all the glistening slippery thickness being sucked by those eager lips, and she sank her head forward, and an extra inch disappeared without an effort.
Her eyes were bulging now, and her cheeks were puffed out, but she was just getting started.
Harry was dropping his head back, lifting his face toward the ceiling. Janice was taking her time, pushing forward and drawing back. Only when she had the entire length of his enormous prick inside her mouth did she stop completely.
Janice pressed her mouth flush against the base of that grand and upright cock, and she paused as she constricted her throat into a cunt- like caress around the length and breadth of Harry's prick.
Suzanne could see her swallowing, could see her working her throat, as though somehow she had brought her hands upon his cock and was stroking it in a newer velvety softness.
When it came to deep-throating, Janice was the undisputed champion.
"Arrrrggghhh!" Harry growled as Janice tugged and ground his awesome cock to mincemeat inside her throat. She only came up for the shortest breath of air, and gobbled him deep again, deeper than before, if such a thing were possible.
Then, as eagerly as she had worked him over, she drew her face away, rising higher on her haunches, lifting her white face toward his tanned cheeks, looking deep into his glazed eyes.
"Take me, take me, you goddamned whore!" he gasped.
"Not yet, lover, not yet!"
She rose and pushed him fully down on his back, and he plopped heavily across the bed, his prick extending high toward the ceiling. Now Suzanne could see it in all its proud glory.
Janice scrambled over him, rising high upon her long and shapely legs, lifting her black- tufted cunt-muff all the way to the apex of that pole, catching the tip of it with her slender fingers and inserting the wedge-like cock-head inside her oozing cunt-lips.
She wriggled and whirled about, fucking him.
She twisted and circled her fantastic ass around, allowing the weight of her long lithe body to impale her cunt upon the huge shaft of his prick.
Just as with that tiny mouth of hers, Janice now took all of that wondrous cock-meat deep into her whirling cunt, sinking down.
"Milk it! Milk it down with that big cunt of yours!".
Janice did not look like a snob now.
Suzanne could see Janice's stomach muscles moving, could see her inner thighs pulsing as she did it all without lifting or lowering her cunt upon that slippery shaft. Doing it all with the muscled movement of her inner cunt walls, lathering all that prick with her flowing fuck-juices.
Janice was lifting her head now, as Harry had done, and he was holding her enormous tits.
Harry was squeezing and tugging his heavy hands all over her mammoth tits.
Janice was whimpering, grinding her inner cunt wilder and wilder, gliding her whimpers into a moan of joy.
"Ahhhhhooohhhhaahhh!" she cried as the juices heated deep inside her womb, as the honeyed walls of her cunt dissolved, as the creams of her womanhood boiled and rushed around inside her churning cunt.
Now she was humping and hammering up and down, and Harry was ramming his pelvis upward, banging against her cunt-lips with his hairy cock and moaning along with her.
Janice trembled and he shuddered, and they came together.
Suzanne could only stare at the fervor of their fucking. Her own core was melting down. The crotch of her panties was soaked with cunt-juice. It was all she could do to keep from bringing herself off with her own hands. But she refrained, getting her satisfaction from the sight of those two middle-aged fuckers on the bed.
Charlie had never fucked Suzanne like that in his life, and Charlie never would.
The fuckers slowed but they did not stop.
Janice rose and brought his long thick cock out of her cunt, the thing coated with a combination of his cum and her honeyed cunt-cream.
Slowly she spun above him, turning herself over his athletic body and dropping her huge tits downward onto his abdomen, grasping his lathered and cum-encrusted cock-stalk with both hands and pushing her mouth back onto it. She gobbled it down just like a sword-swallower.
Methodically she straddled his chest, throwing her thighs wide, bending her knees, feeding him her steaming cunt as he had fed that chunk of cock-meat to her earlier.
They were both exhorting each other onward with the filthiest words.
"You horny cunt-lapper, eat your fill! Drain that cum-juice, you cocksucking slut!"
Suzanne was ready to climb right through the window, she was so hot. She had been hot before, as she had watched through different windows in these past three months, but she had never been this hot. She had to suppress her own moans, she had to force herself to keep her hands away from her own red-tufted pussy.
It went on and on and on, with Janice cracking into orgasm, over and over and over, her body fairly vibrating all over the mattress of his body.
"Cum! Cum, you bastard!"
Suzanne's mouth dropped open, her thick Ups covered with the wetness of her drool as she saw hot thick creamy jism spurt free from Harry's cock and splatter all over the whiteness of Janice's sophisticated face.
Janice held the solid shaft, squeezing the veined cock inside her fists, and she allowed the cascading cum to smear her face, to shoot into her eyes, to splatter all over her cheeks, until there was not an inch of that white face that was not coated with the stickiness of his jism.
CHAPTER TWO
Suzanne watched in wonder as Janice pulled away from him and spun about, lying down at his side. Now she could see everything clearly, and what she saw was so sensually erotic that it made her own tight and softly oozing pussy quiver with desire.
Janice lay down by his side, and he lifted his body high, gazing down into her smeared face. Slowly and surely, he crooked his forefinger and scooped a great glob of cum away from beside her tiny mouth, pushing the creamy residue inside.
Janice closed her mouth, and she sucked and licked the jizz off his cock-like finger, savoring each drop, cleaning his finger and pushing the hard digit outward.
"You cunt-whore of all cunt-whores," he said, almost lovingly as he caught another generous scoop of his jism onto that makeshift spoon and fed it to her. Again she sucked, licking and begging for more and more. "I bet you've had a hundred cocks stuck in that hot mouth of yours."
Janice held his thick wrist in her slender fingers, and she guided him as he scraped about her face and as he came back, time and again, to feed her greedy mouth.
Now he cleaned his cum-juice from her eyes, from her forehead, even finding some running down the side of her face.
Then, after he was through, and she was still unsatisfied, she brought her face back to the softened coil of his big prick. It lay upon the salt and pepper nest of his crotch like a length of fresh sausage waiting to be thrown into the hot frying pan.
Janice's mouth was already watering, and she cleaned the semi-dried cock-ooze from the length of it, while at the same time she took it in her lovely fingers and tried to push the prick- flesh back into her insatiable mouth.
Then the two bodies on the bed taught Suzanne a thing or two about oral sex that she had never seen. Certainly her own husband Charlie had not taught her. Why, Charlie had never gobbled a cunt in his life. That is, not that Suzanne knew of. And she was too trusting to think that even at this moment, he and Bill Bissell were far from going bowling.
Bill Bissel had never bowled in his life, and wherever he went with Charlie every Tuesday night had nothing to do with that sport.
Not that it bothered Jennifer, who was only too glad to get him out of the house so she could climb Harry Bissell's prick. Her brother-in-law. Who had evidently stopped at Janice's for an appetizer before going to see Jennifer.
The way Harry and Janice were going at it, that appetizer might stretch right through to dessert.
Poor Jennifer!
Janice was a comfort creature, and now she was preparing for a longer more enjoyable session as she reclined on the big brass bed.
Harry decided to take a break, and Suzanne watched him walk toward the bathroom, his heavy body making the floor shake as he moved.
Janice didn't even seem to notice he was gone, or else she needed a break herself, but a different kind of break.
Her feet spread wider and wider. Her legs were long and shapely, and they extended in their whiteness all the way up to the vee of her smooth and delicate thighs.
She had a cunt-bush of black hairs, curled and cream-wettened by the oozing cunt it framed. Her folds were swollen and full, as though she had not one but two cunts, fitted inside each other.
Suzanne's green eyes were open as wide as they could open, staring at the big horny cunt just out of reach, but not that far away that she could not see each hair, each fold, each pearl drop of Janice's hot, flowing cunt-cream.
Then Janice brought her fingers downward and caressed the sides of her inner thighs, lifting her knees high, so high that Suzanne could see the slick and slippery flesh of her shitter and the valley of her asscheeks.
The curly black hairs all around the high crest of her cunt mound, all about the sides of that lusciously appealing pussy, with Janice's hands now gripping her lower asscheeks, digging her fingertips into her upper thighs, pulling her glorious pussy wider with her thumbs.
Her pussy-folds just lay there, the cunt-hole just oozing with desire, and the fluted folds thin and unfurled.
In that position, her elbows were crushed against the sides of her enormous tits, bringing the nipples higher and higher, the circles pink and dimpled, pearls of sweat covering the grand mounds.
Suzanne could not see Janice's face, nor did she try to. Her green eyes were on all that cunt-flesh.
The truth was that Suzanne had never seen any woman's cunt close up. Pictures didn't count. And holding a mirror down to see herself did not count either.
Suzanne wondered what Janice would think if she knew that another woman was watching her. Then she forgot those thoughts as she saw Janice bring her fingertips along the soft sides of all that cunt-flesh, pressing it together, mounding it high.
She dipped her forefinger into the tender upper edge, parting those sweet lips delicately. For a woman so big, everything she did was delicate, even though Harry had called her the cunt-whore of all the world.
She sighed as she dipped her fingertips inward, lifting it upward, repeating the sensuous masturbation, even with Harry flushing the toilet, reopening the door, coming back into the bedroom.
Suzanne thought that Janice would stop, as Suzanne certainly would have stopped if she knew Charlie was in the room, but if it bothered Janice, it didn't show. She just went on dipping and playing her fingertips inside her quivering cunt.
Suzanne had to stand off to the side of the window to avoid being seen by Harry, but Harry was too busy watching Janice on the bed to even dream that anyone could be out there in the night.
At Jennifer's, only last week, he had seen a movement at the front window, and he was sure he had seen someone duck down. It had excited him. He was proud of his huge cock and he didn't care if the whole wide world was watching. So he hadn't stopped, and by the time he had left, whoever it had been was no longer there.
Suzanne was certainly here right now. And peeping at the awesome cunt before her.
Undaunted by Harry's return, Janice just kept dipping in and out, lifting her dripping fingertips high and fucking them deeper with each light return. Harry sat beside her on the edge of the bed, and Suzanne could see that he had washed himself.
But Janice now had other things in mind, and Harry would just have to wait.
Suzanne could see the stirring of Harry's cock.
"Ohhhhaaahhhh!"
Harry stroked the lush black hairs back from Janice's face, and she gazed up at him lovingly, not missing a dipping caress. She had found her clit, and she was clutching and tugging on that slippery cock-like knob, bringing it so far out of its little hiding place that Suzanne could see it in all its long slick splendor.
"Oh, love! Ohhhhh, looovweee!"
Janice was moving her ass now, just as if Harry's cock was deep inside it, and she brought the soles of her feet flatly onto the sheets, lifting her ass away from the bed with the strength of her muscled calves and her wondrous thighs.
Her fingers were working faster and faster, and Harry was eager to get a better view of it, bringing his face closer and closer to her steaming cunt, so close, in fact, that he was obstructing Suzanne's view.
Her entire body shuddered and vibrated into orgasm, and her pelvis rose higher and higher. Her cunt mound became a black, silk-topped mountain peak.
She dropped down, writhing and turning all about, unable to keep her fingers from continuing their assault on her throbbing clit.
Harry was ready now.
His cock was so hard and so thick that it seemed he had never come in all his life- He climbed over her, slammed his wedged cock-knob against those gushing folds of cunt- flesh, and rammed it home.
Janice's eyes popped open and she grunted loudly.
He rammed and banged, and she pushed and shoved.
Suzanne tried to get a better view, and she fought against the temptation to stand directly before the window, although there was no way that either of them could see her.
No, she was perfectly safe.
Harry might have had a problem sinking his enormous cock into the tightness of her mouth, although when he had done it, Janice had gobbled it down expertly enough, but he had no problem sinking his awesome prick into the steaming canyon of her cunt.
Harry was grunting and moaning over her, shoving his cock-shaft in and out and from side to side. The cunt-ooze and the lather of their union were making a quagmire of the sheets. They slipped and sloshed about, trying to out- fuck each other, with both winners and both losers at the same time.
The bed banged against the window frame. Suzanne had thrown caution to the night, and she stood directly in front of the open window, her green eyes open wide in wonder, her jaw dropped down, her mouth an oval of amazement.
Her mouth was gushing as she drooled, but she could not decide what was making her drool the most. She saw those mammoth tits being squashed by Harry's massive chest, and she saw those thrashing legs smashing down and rising up as Janice humped and heaved her solid ass about, as she threw her thighs farther apart, making room for her great big sloppy cunt to wrap those horny folds and Ups around the thrusting, jamming, plunging pole of his prick.
Janice was being brought higher and higher in her ecstasy, and Harry was not about to come too soon. Together they were like a fucking machine, well-lubricated and finely tuned into a threat for perpetual motion.
"Ooooohhhaaahhh!" Janice squealed and moaned and whimpered all at once, rolling about, threatening to bring them both over the edge of the bed and onto the floor. "Come on, you fag!"
Then she shuddered violently, slamming her legs straight down, her entire body vibrating uncontrollably beneath the pumping of Harry's cock.
"Fag, am I? You tight-assed dyke! You've never been fucked by a real man in all your life!"
He fucked and fucked to make his point.
"Put it in! Where the fuck is it!"
They cursed and they fucked, on and on.
Then Harry was groaning and moaning, and Janice was digging her crimson-tinted nails deep into the muscles of his back. Maybe he wasn't cumming, but he was making a damned good try at it, and so was Janice.
Outside the window Suzanne was going wild, her hard nipples tingling and pressing forward against her knit top, the tips so painfully sensitive that she could hardly bear the touch of them. Her nerve ends were dissolving, and she could feel her tight little cunt sucking and itching as her core dissolved and her honeyed cunt-creams fairly rushed outward onto the crotch of her panties, going through onto the crotch of her tight black jeans.
She moved her foot ever so slightly, trying to get a better footing, forgetting caution in the confined space between the garage and the house.
As she brought her foot down, it crunched upon a dry branch.
It cracked like a gunshot!
Suzanne gasped at that telltale cracking in the night.
Harry was fucking with such a fury that it took him several strokes to slow down and lift his shoulders high, twist his face toward the open window.
Beneath him, Janice was torn by mixed emotions. She screamed, trying to break free from her position under that stake of Harry's cock-meat, while at the same time her cunt kept grasping and groping for more and more of his pistoning prick.
Suzanne darted sideways.
The head of the brass bed was forming prison bars across the open window, and Janice was no little weight upon the bed as Harry tugged and pulled to get the bed away so he could get through the window.
By the time he had shoved his shoulders through it, Suzanne was scurrying between the bushes.
Harry could see the impossibility of getting into that small space, and he went toward the back door, throwing it wide and rushing outside.
The moon was sliding behind the clouds. The air was still. There was not a movement in the night.
He went back into the bedroom and finished what he had started. Janice was weeping, worried about who it could have been. She was unmarried, lived all alone, and had a dread of prowlers.
It took her the longest time to settle down.
Harry finally gave up and got dressed.
"You got a flashlight?" he asked.
He went outside, flashing it around the yard, but there were no footprints. He didn't have the least idea which direction the prowler had gone. He pushed his wide shoulders into the opening between garage and house, but there was no way a big man like himself could force his way through.
It came to him that it must have been a woman, and a slender woman at that. He played his flashlight onto the ground, but the earth was solid without a trace of footprints.
He was just about ready to click off the beam and go back into the house when the light caught something hanging from the branches of a bush. So fine and so silken that he might have missed it if it had not been caught by the beam of light.
Smiling, lifting his heavy hand upward, he took three long strands of the brightest, reddest, most beautiful hair which hung in the still air.
"Well, well, well, well!"
He twined the strands about his finger, the same finger he had used to scoop his cum from Janice's fair face, and he shoved the curls inside his shirt pocket, meaning to use them to confront the peeper.
CHAPTER THREE
That first night three months ago when Suzanne had gone next door to Jennifer's to see if she had some cigarettes, and had peeped in the living room window and had seen Harry Bissell having his cock gobbled by that teenaged wife of Bill's, she had been shocked.
Not at Harry Bissell, for nothing could shock her about Harry. It was all she could do to keep from laughing in Mary Ann's face at their Wednesday bridge club. As always, the wife was the last to know, but every other woman in that club talked about him when she wasn't around.
But with Jennifer!
Suzanne had just stood there, looking through that open window, not believing her eyes.
It was sometimes difficult for Suzanne to picture Jennifer in bed with anyone, she was so young and sweet. With those pigtails of blonde hair, and that tight little boyish ass, and that petite body.
Being married was right for Jennifer, for now she didn't have to worry about getting knocked up--not that she had ever worried all that much about it in the first place--and she didn't have to worry about getting hassled by her parents for staying out too late.
So that evening, when Harry came over to her place, knowing damned well that his younger brother had gone bowling with Suzanne Williams' husband from next door, she just laughed at him as he stood there trying to make believe that he didn't know that she was all alone.
"Who are you shitting, Harry?" Jennifer said to him, shoving her small but well-rounded tits out and setting her palms upon her hips. "You know that Bill's gone bowling."
He grinned a foolish grin, giving her saucy tits a hungry glance.
"That'll be the day he wastes his time at a bowling alley."
"Well, I guess what's good for his brother Harry is good enough for him."
They had no secrets from each other.
She walked to the refrigerator and opened the door.
"You like a beer first?"
He walked right up to her, stopping only a tit-length away.
"First?" he asked, lifting the ribbed hem of her top upward over her delicious-looking, well- rounded tits, pulling the knitted garment all the way and tossing it to the side. She shook her head to fluff out her taffy golden hair, but it was caught tightly into the braids of the pigtails she was always wearing around the house.
Somehow, with all that tit-flesh exposed, the pigtails failed to make her look like less of a woman.
The preliminaries about the beer were forgotten.
Jennifer reached down, caught his zipper tab in her small fingers, and yanked it down. She slid her fingers inside the opening and caught his cock in her fist, giving it a good squeeze.
"What's the matter, Harry? Your wife a dyke or something? If Bill had a cock like that, I'd lock all the doors from the inside."
"A little variety never hurt anyone," Harry said, unbuckling his belt, opening the snap at the waist of the denims. "And about that first remark, Mary Ann's definitely not a dyke. Although a tight sweet young pussy like yours might give her ideas."
"Hah! I'd like to see her try! I'd kill the woman who even made a grab for my cunt!" She drew her fingers away from the enormous cock which was becoming more unruly inside the jeans. He pulled the denims down over his thighs. She matched his efforts by dropping her short skirt to the rug, although he could have fucked her just as conveniently with it on. Jennifer closed the refrigerator door.
Who needed a beer anyway!
Harry stood naked beneath the glaring kitchen lights, his freed cock rising to the occasion.
He held his arms out for her, and she crawled right up his body, wrapping her arms around his head, rubbing the valley of her tits against his grizzled face, punching her taffy golden- tufted cunt mound against his naked body. She wrapped her lovely, well-proportioned legs around him and locked her ankles high behind his ass.
She wriggled that hot little ass, searching for the rounded tip of his erect prick with the oozing lips of her twitching pussy, sucking a great big horny kiss upon the slitted end of it with her gorgeous pussy-lips.
He clapped both hands upon her asscheeks, helping her find the way, and together they lowered her hot body downward onto the prod of his prick. All that thick hard cock-meat sliced inward without a second's hesitation.
It became a question of who was guiding who, for they were the perfect combination of grasping pussy and punching cock. Together they slid her cunt onto his ready cock, with Jennifer closing her eyes at the raw beauty of that immense pole that was impaling her, on the thick cock-meat that was stuffing her much fuller than she had ever been stuffed before.
He loosened his grip upon her solid asscheeks ever so slightly, and she brought her body down even farther, rubbing her firm young tits against his hairy chest, letting him know she was a match for whatever he had planned for her.
Her thighs, femininely muscled and firm, yet with that womanly softness along the inner sides, were brought wide, allowing him more leeway. He bent his knees, not because he was unable to hold her, but because he was preparing to thrust his cock swiftly upward now that she was where he wanted her.
"Christ! You got a real fucker there!"
He almost jumped to the challenge, and she grunted at the sheer force of all that long thick prick being rammed home in her.
She fucked him just as forcefully, climbing up his greased pole, sliding down again, while all the time the thing was splitting that tight little cunt apart, making her eyes bulge, her breath escape in swift spurts.
"God, you're tight, Jenny! You're really tight!"
She bounced her hot ass up and down, feeling her pussy dissolving to the rubbing of his thick cock running all along her inner walls, making her juices flow just as if he were pumping them out of her with every stroke.
"You think that's tight, Harry!" she panted as they fucked, as Harry carried her all around the living room. "Wait till you jam it up my asshole! You won't be able to pull the fucker out!"
He was challenged by the future, but he was too well-embedded in the present to be tempted by the offer she was making him. She didn't want him to stop fucking her little pussy anyway.
She murmured as she felt her fuck-juices boiling deep inside her shameless cunt.
"Ah, darling! Darling! That's it! That's it!"
"Too much man for you, huh, kid?"
"Oh, Christ!"
Her legs straightened, and they shot straight down toward the floor. The movement made her cunt walls crush his pistoning prick, and he groaned into his orgasm.
He shot his wad deep into her cascading pussy, then stopped moving, stopped moving all around the room, coming back to the sofa.
He stripped her cunt away from his still- spurting cock, as though it were a rubber filled with cum, which it almost resembled at that moment.
He turned, sitting down heavily on the sofa, and Jennifer sank swiftly downward to her knees. She had to rise up on her haunches, but she did it with no effort, while at the same time she grabbed his cock in both her hands and held it up to her thick and pinkly-tinted lips.
She moved her face forward, opening her mouth wide, and she sank her mouth onto that throbbing cock, taking his prick halfway down her throat in one grand swallow.
That was the moment Suzanne peeped in the window. Her big green eyes almost popped out of their sockets and dropped onto the windowsill. She was rooted to the spot.
Jennifer drew her head back, making her pigtails dangle and sway about on her small and luscious tits, while Harry threw himself back against the cushions at the eager force of the cocksucker who was going to work on him.
Jennifer drew her face back all the way, grasping his prick again in both her hands and massaging the length of it up and down. Suzanne could not take her eyes away from that slippery saliva-coated cock, with all the remaining juices of Jennifer's cunt still on the head and shaft and balls.
"Wow! What a prick!"
Neither Jennifer nor Harry turned toward the window.
Suzanne stared at the huge cock-head, the thickness of the shaft, the huge sac of his balls.
Jennifer shot her tongue outward and wrapped the length of it about the cock-head.
Harry pushed back, pressing against the cushions of the sofa, but Jennifer was not about to let him go.
Harry had almost resigned himself to his cock softening as soon as he shot his wad, as he usually did, but with her long tongue circling his cock-head, slicing its soft wetness along the veined underside of his prick-shaft, going to his sac and gobbling the entire hairy pouch into her full thick lips, threatening to swallow both balls at one time as she chomped them inside her mouth, it was impossible to subside.
She grasped his asscheeks in both hands as she slid her small hands underneath, jamming them upward and inward, spreading them apart, while she sought his cock-head again, opening her lovely mouth into a long tunnel of desire, and sucked his thick prick fully into her tight and grasping throat again.
Suzanne marveled at the variety of her kissing and the wild and absolutely maddening way she was lifting his legs higher and higher as she worked her tongue along the flesh between his balls and asshole. His left leg was over her right shoulder, and she was pushing inward, licking and biting and sucking all at once, while he tried to crawl along the cushions just from the sheer sensitivity of all that erotic action.
She caught his asshole inside her thick and wanton lips, and she chewed a kiss upon the dank circle of it, biting and thrusting her tongue tip inside the hole of the puckered rim.
Harry practically climbed up the wall.
Suzanne was breathing heavily, her entire body on fire, and she was almost crawling inside the window for a better view.
Harry had had every woman in the bridge club except Suzanne, and some of them he had had more than once, but he had never had a woman as hot as Jennifer.
He was moaning and groaning, the juices beginning to boil deep in his balls. His cock was so hard it was standing upward like a baseball bat.
Jennifer jumped up from the floor, the perspiration glistening on her tanned and youthful body, the ends of her tits shooting the nipples forward in the rawest way, her legs a splendor of athletic firmness.
She pulled Harry's hands with both her own, and she brought him up off the sofa.
He tried to lift her again onto the high pole of his cock, but she laughed and playfully pushed him away.
"You know what I want," she said.
He didn't know, but he was willing to find out.
His cock was ready to meet any request she might have in mind.
She dropped her hands, and dropped down onto the edge of the sofa, lying along the length of it.
The position offered him one thing and one thing only.
"You really want it up the ass, don't you?"
He was moving his hairy body over her, almost hiding her from view as he mounted her from behind.
He touched the wedge-like tip of his cock against the tightly puckered circle of her shitter, pushing just lightly. Her little asshole sucked the bulbous cock-tip inside, swallowing it into her bowels as she had swallowed his prick into her throat.
Suzanne saw that cock-meat disappearing inch by awesome inch, and she saw Jennifer sucking in her breath and clenching her small fists.
"Fuck me! Fuck me, you animal!"
Harry sank his prick all the way into her dank and crushing asshole, and she took it all, every inch of it.
"Christ, kid, but you are tight!"
He tried to pull his cock out, and her asshole fought his withdrawal. He tossed her all around, lifting her upward, slamming her down, making her cry out in her building orgasm.
She screamed a shrill scream, but he wouldn't stop and she didn't want him to.
He fucked her asshole for an hour. Finally he rose away from her, his entire shit-smeared cock coming free, and he shot his spunk all along her inner thighs.
Then he flipped her over and ate her sopping pussy from stem to stern.
Suzanne slipped away from the window, as exhausted as both of them together, went home to her lonely bed, and cried herself to sleep.
Charlie came home after midnight, and in the morning when she had awakened, he had gone to work.
That had been three months ago.
And since that time, all Suzanne had done was watch. Little did she know that her watching days were coming to an end.
CHAPTER FOUR
Suzanne scurried through the small space between the fence and garage, running swiftly across her back yard and onto the patio. The combination of her fear and the effort of her escape tore the breath out of her lungs, and she had to lean against the big glass door of the patio to steady herself.
The telephone was ringing, and she became frightened, just from the startling clanging of it so near her ears.
As soon as she had the phone off the hook, the voice on the other end came through clearly and in the softest, most sensuous way.
"Hey, you hunk, where the hell are you and Bill? Carol and I really need those big cocks of yours!"
At first she thought it was a crank call, one of those dirty calls she had been getting lately, but as terrified as she was from her near encounter outside Janice's bedroom window, she still had presence of mind enough to recognize Marie Donnelly's voice when she heard it.
For Marie Donnelly, and Carol Donnelly too, were also members of their Wednesday afternoon bridge club.
Suzanne took a chance and tried to lower her voice. There was so much noise on the other end of the line that it was worth a try.
"Leaving now."
She hung up immediately.
* * *
"What did he say?" Carol asked. "Are they coming?"
Carol could hardly wait. Last week Charlie had fucked her silly, and this week it was Bill's turn. Not that Marie had any complaints. She loved cock and she loved switching even more than her sister.
"It was a wrong number. I should have waited for them to talk first, but I'm so twitchy I can hardly wait!"
And no wonder. They hadn't been fucked since last Tuesday, unless they wanted to include the half-assed attempts by their drunken husbands.
They were both like a couple of school kids. But Marie was twenty-eight and Carol was thirty. They were even dressed like teenagers, with white socks and saddle shoes, teeny- bopper sweaters over their immense tits and plaid pleated skirts over their fantastic asses.
* * *
Suzanne hung up the phone.
Now it rang again.
"Hello. This is Suzanne."
Marie Donnelly was now prepared for the eventuality of Suzanne answering.
"Oh, hi, Suzie. How you been?"
"Okay, I guess. I was just getting ready to go to bed. I'm so tired, I don't even feel like washing my hair."
Marie had to refrain from laughing.
"You mean that Charlie isn't chasing you all over the living room?"
"Hah! That's a laugh. Sometimes I think he's queer. Either that or he's part camel. He can go without it for weeks on end."
This time Marie did laugh.
"I was just wondering if you had that recipe for the green Jello salad you brought to the house last week for the bridge club. I thought I might try that on Spud."
It was all Suzanne could do to keep from screaming, -H "I'll dig it out and give it to you tomorrow at Mary Ann's. You are coming to the bridge club, aren't you?"
Marie giggled as somebody must have come up behind her at the phone. Somebody had, and it was Suzanne's husband.
"Hang up," Charlie said to Marie, without realizing who was on the other end of the line. "I got something for you."
"Well, I gotta run," Marie said, and hung up.
Suzanne just stood there, not believing it, but knowing it was true. It was just too pat, the way that Charlie and Bill went off every Tuesday night and came home so late. More than once he had forgotten to take either his bowling shoes or his bowling ball. When she had mentioned it, he had said he rented some at the alley.
She looked through the patio window toward the Millard house. All the lights were on.
She took her jacket from the hook, just in case it got cool later, and she went out to the garage.
"Charlie, you prick, two can play this game!"
And she headed for the bowling alley.
* * *
Suzanne had indeed broken up the session between Harry and Janice, but Harry was coming directly to Suzanne's house to teach her a lesson she'd never forget, clubbing her to submission with his club-like cock.
Only he missed her by minutes.
So he went right home.
Mary Ann glanced up at him as he entered the living room, not asking him where he'd been, not seeming to smell the woman-scent of his clothes. The truth was that she knew he catted around, and like so many women, she pretended that she didn't know.
"This fucking TV! There's never anything on but those damned game shows and some shit comedy."
Harry tucked the three strands of red hair deeper into his shirt pocket. He had been a fool to hold onto them, knowing how his wife could go through his clothes when the mood struck her.
"I think there's a prowler in the neighborhood," he said almost a little too nonchalantly, not really wanting to startle her. She wasn't even listening. Just clicking the dial, trying to get something else on the TV.
"I think I'll take a shower."
"Uh-huh," she said, still not listening.
They had been married a score of years, and there was little they could find to talk about, although they seldom argued, and they went out to dinner twice a week and to the club on Saturday.
He went into the shower.
When he came out, she was watching one of those stupid mysteries that she had seen a dozen times.
He sat down with the sports page.
* * *
Marie put the receiver back on the hook, looking into Charlie's big brown eyes. He was running his hands all over the cheeks of her sleek ass.
"Hey, Charlie, I'm a married woman, remember?"
"It's better to fuck married women," he said.
Marie squeezed past him, going to the parking lot. They never went all the way into the bowling alley. The Donnelly sisters were on a tight schedule, that was for sure.
"You better only be fucking these two married women," Marie said sternly, meaning it.
Bill and Carol were too busy stripping down and hopping into the back seat to waste any time with conversation.
"Hey, aren't we going to a motel this time?" Marie asked.
Charlie always promised them they'd buy a bottle and go to a motel, but he was the cheapest man in the valley. Now he had his grubby hands all over her big tits, holding her from the back, prodding his cock-bulge into the crack of her skirt-covered ass.
Bill was settling Carol down on the back seat. Carol spread her thighs wide, her cunt open in all its brunette glory. Bill's cock was only inches away. The only motel that cock was going to see tonight was the inside of her steaming cunt.
A car was swinging in from the highway, and Marie darted inside the front seat. It was her turn to squeeze in the front. Charlie squeezed in behind the sterling wheel.
"The least you could do was bring the van," she said, laughing about it. It seemed Carol and Bill were not the only ones too impatient to go to a motel. "You can't even undress in this little thing."
Charlie was doing all right. He had shucked off his bowling shirt as he walked from the alley, and by the time they got to the car, he could have had his jeans off too, if he hadn't been grabbing her tits so wildly.
"Well," Marie said, pouting about it all the same, "I'm not blowing you tonight, even if there's no room in the front seat for anything else."
Bill was already shaking the car with his first thrust into Carol's anxious pussy. She was squealing and squirming her sleek ass all over the cushions, lifting both legs up and out toward the ceiling of the car. Bill was slamming his cock-meat into her gushing gash, having no trouble finding the center of her cunt-slot in the darkness.
Besides, it wasn't all that dark. There was a high parking lot light off to the right.
The headlights of the other car that had swung into the lot swung up behind them, but they gave no thought to it. They would have if they'd known Suzanne was the driver.
Suzanne just sat there.
Now Marie and Charlie were completely stripped, and she was kissing his ears, nose, chin--everything but his mouth. That she was saving for later, for her pussy. One of these nights she was going to get him to go down on her for a change, and the way she had it planned, it was going to be tonight.
"Gobble my cock, you hot little thing," Charlie said, and Carol laughed in the back seat, although she didn't slow down her hammering ass beneath Bill.
"I will if you will," she said, kissing his throat, biting her love kisses all about his shoulders, sucking on his ear, punching her tongue deep into the hole of it and making him do some squirming of his own.
"Ughhh!" he said, really meaning it. "Anybody'd who'd eat cunt would eat shit!"
Carol was no longer listening. She continued to shake the whole damned car with her persistent humping, trying to get Bill's small prick inside her steaming cunt, and not doing too bad a job on his short prick.
"Oooooowww, that's great, Bill, that's great! Slam that huge cock of yours deeper!"
Which made Marie pause in her kissing. Last week she had trouble keeping that little thing of Bill's inside her oozing cunt-slot.
"Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Harder!"
Bill was giving Carol all he had, and both women knew it.
CHAPTER FIVE
Suzanne opened the door of her car, and she had closed it carefully, trying not to slam it. She was not quite sure what she was going to do. She knew damned well that Charlie was cheating on her, and she knew both women were supposed to be her friends.
Yet, just as a good stiff prick has no conscience, the same thing goes for a juicy cunt.
Suzanne crept along beside the two cars. The car on the other side was empty. The entire parking lot was all filled up. She had been lucky to get a place, if lucky was the right word for it. She kept away from the side where the overhead light was shining.
The windows of the car were down a few inches, to keep the car from getting all steamed up, so the occupants could watch for the cops if they came around on the prowl. They weren't watching now. The only one watching was Suzanne, and she was on the outside of the car.
She peeped in the front window.
Marie and Charlie were still arguing about him going down on her.
How many times Suzanne had gone through that same argument herself. Not that she wanted him to do it for her. She felt the same way about it that Charlie did. It was disgusting!
"How about eating a little of my shit, you gorgeous hunk?" Marie said, grabbing his prick and giving it a few gentle strokes. Charlie was more than ready.
"How about you blowing me?" Charlie asked.
Suzanne could see her husband's cock in those lovely hands of Marie Donnelly's. She had always envied Marie's hands. Now she had mixed emotions, seeing them on Charlie's prick.
"And how about you eating some hair pie?" Marie said.
Her back was toward Suzanne, and Suzanne could not see Marie's marvelous tits. She could see the other couple in the back seat fucking away. She couldn't see Carol's tits, or any other part of her. Even her head was obscured by Bill's body.
Suzanne was more interested in the front seat. She still was not sure if she shouldn't open the door and scratch Charlie's eyes out.
"I don't even do that for my wife," Charlie said, trying to get a grip on the back of Marie's head and pull her beautiful mouth down on his throbbing cock. The steering wheel was giving him as bad a time as she was. But Marie had made up her mind. She had thought about it all week. It was one thing to put up with Bill's small prick, but at least he knew how to eat a woman's pussy. And he didn't have to suck her tender clit all night to do it either.
The sad truth was that she was in love with Charlie, and Charlie was falling in love with her.
"That wife of yours doesn't know what she's missing."
It made it uncomfortable for him. He was trying to figure out how he could be so in love with Suzanne and yet be falling in love with Marie.
"Come on, Marie, just a little lick or two?"
Marie stroked the cock-shaft inside her delicate fingers, holding the flesh loosely, tickling the knob of his cock-head with her palms lightly.
"Oh, Christ, Marie! I'm cumming!"
Marie laughed lightly, knowing how quick he came that first time. Suzanne knew it too, although he never did try to do it more than once with her.
Until she had started peeping into windows three months ago, Suzanne had thought sex was the same for everybody. Suzanne had learned a few things, but she didn't know what to do with all that knowledge. If she started doing all the things she had seen Harry Bissell doing-- especially tonight with Janice Millard--Charlie would get suspicious.
Suzanne stared at Charlie's cock inside Marie's loving fingers. He was leaning back on the front seat of the car, and Marie was stroking up and down on his prick. Sometimes her hand was all the way over the top of his purple cock- knob, and sometimes her fingers were all the way down on his balls.
Charlie was going wild.
"Blow me, blow me!" he gasped.
Suzanne saw his cock throb and begin to spurt its hot rich cum upward. The white clear fluid rushed high, onto his chest, onto his stomach. Marie kept milking his prick. The gooey cum was running down onto her fingers, making a mess of her palms.
Suzanne saw Marie pulling him downward onto the seat, his face upward. She saw Marie rubbing his own cum-juice into his shaggy hair, drying herself. It angered her and it excited her all at once. It was much too late for Suzanne to make an issue of it.
Suzanne stood back as Marie rolled the window of the passenger's side down all the way.
"God! Is it only hot in here?"
From the back seat came the sounds of fucking and moaning. Bill and Carol were really getting into it. He was slipping and sliding all over her body, ramming his cock deep into her cunt, or at least as deep as he could, and Carol was struggling to shove her cunt-lips harder and harder against his cock-base, wanting it all, wanting more and more.
Both of them were having a difficult time coming, although they were fucking each other like mad.
Marie was straddling Charlie's chest, rubbing her pussy-lips back and forth, bringing her crotch closer and closer to his chin.
Suzanne moved closer and looked down, having some trouble seeing what was going on. Not that there was enough light. Hell, it was as bright as day with the overhead street light shining down so strongly on the four naked bodies.
"You ready to eat some shit, Charlie?" Marie asked.
Suzanne's own pussy was playing all kinds of hell with her. Her crotch was on fire. Her panties, which had been soaked as she had watched Janice dipping her fingers into her sloppy cunt, were now drenched by the overflow from her poor, neglected fuck-hole.
Marie raised herself, and she brought her cunt down on Charlie's upturned mouth.
He took his first taste of pussy. He did not know that his own wife's cunt was sea-scented in the frame of that bright red hair, and that Marie's was completely different with its musky aroma and taste. For every woman's cunt is different, just the way her fingerprints are.
He licked the juices from her fluttering pussy- lips, and he savored the cream upon the end of his tongue. He took a deeper lick, pushing his tongue outward, while at the same time kissing her cunt-lips with his thick lips.
Marie sighed and closed her eyes.
She closed them just in time, for Suzanne had her face pushed so far forward to see what was going on that she was almost pressing her head against Marie's big bobbing tits.
All Suzanne could hear was the slurping and the gurgling of Charlie down below, and she knew that he was not only hooked on cunt-juice, but would most likely be addicted before that hot little Marie was finished with him.
As Suzanne heard that erotic sound muffled but clear from way below, she gazed into Marie's face. She was so beautiful, so unbelievably beautiful, with all that lush brown hair around her shoulders, framing the oval of her smooth cheeks, hiding her tiny ears. With her eyelids closed, she seemed to be in another world. Her mouth was opened only slightly, and she was sighing as Charlie was finding all her secret spots on this first try.
Marie was holding her large and pliant tits, crushing them inside her hands, playing with them as Charlie sucked on and on, as he drained her pussy of all her honeyed juices.
Suzanne had no interest in the back seat of the car, just as Bill and Carol had no interest in anything but each other. Bill's cock had either grown, or Carol's cunt must have shrunk, for they were now going at it cock and balls and cunt and clit.
The entire car was rocking back and forth.
Out of the corners of her eyes, Suzanne could see another car coming toward them. Although the light on top was not revolving and was not blinking red, she knew it was the security patrol. She hurried to her car, and she was out of there before they even came close to the shaking car.
The two security men were so close she could see their faces. It was the Donnelly brothers.
"Oh, my God!"
Not only were the two women in the car their wives, but these guys were carrying guns.
Suzanne slowed the car at the end of the lane.
The patrol car also slowed, but the men did not see her, nor were they interested in anything but their own thoughts. So Suzanne headed for her house, not wanting to stretch her luck in peeping on her husband.
It was not the end of her evening, but she had no way of knowing that.
"Whew! That was really close! Really close!"
CHAPTER SIX
Suzanne drove slowly, not in a hurry to go home to her empty house and not forgetting her close shave at Janice's.
"What if Harry would have seen me?" she asked herself.
She had never given it a serious thought before, but she sure was giving it serious thought now.
"And what if Spud and Jake Donnelly had stopped and checked that car and found their wives inside?"
Thinking how close all of them had come to danger.
"And Charlie, too!"
It made her nervous, made her blood run cooler--something that Suzanne needed, for her blood had been running much too hot since the moment she had stepped up to Janice Millard's window and seen what was going on in her bedroom.
She swung into the diner lot, and she went inside, sitting on a stool, not realizing until she sat down that her crotch was growing sticky as the juices coated her panties and jeans.
"I'll have a coffee and a slice of that chocolate cream pie," she said to the waitress.
There were very few others in the diner, for which she felt grateful. She took her time, not caring now what Charlie was doing in the car. For she had learned something, and she felt it was her fault that he was fooling around.
"From now on I'm going to give him so much head, he'll beg for mercy." She smiled as she walked toward her car, uncomfortable that Marie had known the secret, which was no secret at all.
She promised herself that from now on she was going to be a perfect wife.
She parked the car in her own driveway before she went next door to Jennifer's. She had caught sight of the patrol car from the bowling alley, and it was parked in Jennifer's drive.
"They must have passed me when I was in the diner," she said, wondering why they had come here. "Probably to ask Jennifer what Bill's car was doing there when he wasn't in the bowling alley."
Suzanne heard voices as she came to the window. She realized she had arrived just moments after they had, for they were standing inside the front doorway, and Jennifer was facing them, dressed as always in a little crew top and a short skirt which barely came to the lower edge of her blonde-tufted cunt-muff. Suzanne could see, even from this distance, the hint of curls peeping out from beneath the hemline.
"Did you really come for that, Jake?" Jennifer asked, pushing her small, well-rounded tits forward, standing straight and tall, her boyish ass a marvel in the skirt.
Jennifer was looking at Spud at the same time.
"What else do you think we'd be here for, Mrs. Bissell?"
"Mrs. Bissell! When did you ever think of that!"
Spud laughed.
"Why else would you think we came here?" He paused before continuing. "Jennifer?" She ran her long tongue along the edge of her mouth, dropping it wetly down upon her lower lip.
Suzanne saw Jennifer drop her eyes down appraisingly onto the front of Jake's trousers. There was no question that his cock was in touch with his thoughts. The bulge was more than noticeable. It was bigger than her husband's cock already, and it was only halfway hard. "Can I offer you a beer first?"
Suzanne almost laughed out loud. That was the very same line she had used with Harry Bissell three months ago, and Suzanne had heard her use it on others.
"First?" Jake said, biting on her line. "Why don't we make ourselves more comfortable?" Jennifer asked, yanking her knit top up and away from her saucily uptilted tits, making them bob to the movements of her raised arms. Her eyes were bright and mischievous. She dropped her skirt away.
She was as naked as the day she was born. Her pussy-lips twitched just like a rabbit's nose.
Suzanne never saw such a race between two men to get undressed.
Jennifer teased them, running around the far side of the sofa, and Spud chased her. Jake cheated, of course, and waited for her to make the full circle and come back to where he was standing with that ready cock of his sticking out from his hairy crotch.
"That ain't fair, Spud," she said as he caught up with her and settled his prick between her firm and tight asscheeks. Harry Bissell had told him personally, and Harry Bissell ought to know. Spud lifted his hands up and cupped them onto her tits, giving them a good squeeze.
Her feet were apart, and she was standing straight-legged before Jake. Jake scooped his hand downward, spreading the damp lips of her twitching pussy, and he scooped his cock down in the same way, lifting her pussy-slit apart with his thrusting cock-head.
He lifted her right off the rug with his upright stuffing of that gorgeous cunt, while at the same time Spud shoved his thinner, longer prick right up her asshole.
Spud pushed and Jake pulled as they stuffed cunt and asshole to the limits, spinning her about and shoving her back and forth while she giggled just as though it were some schoolgirl game.
Jake dropped his palms down onto the roundness of her solid asscheeks, jamming his cock deep into her rapidly responding cunt, which was just gushing with pussy-juice. She wrapped her legs about his waist, lifting and lowering herself with Spud's cock up her asshole. She clung to Jake with her fingers interlaced behind his neck, all the while humping her cunt mound against the base of his fucking prick.
Spud squeezed and squashed her lusciously uptilted tits in both his hands. It was a miracle--or it would have been with anyone but Jennifer--that Spud had been able to ram his prick into her tight little shitter, but ram it in he did.
Suzanne stared at all that hot banging and bumping going on there in the living room, with Jennifer not giving a damn if the window was open or not.
Jennifer had long ago figured things out, and she knew that Suzanne had been peeping in on her for months. Maybe she had known it from the first time, three months ago, but she was certain of it tonight. It was all she could do not to bring it up to her at the Wednesday afternoon bridge club.
Besides, one of these nights she wanted to get hold of Charlie's cock and give it a good massage with her tight little asshole.
Now Spud was reaming that tight asshole of Jennifer's with the still growing thickness of his heavy prick, lifting and lowering her on the length of it, riding her up and down as she struggled to whirl her ass in a circle without dislodging his cock.
While from the other side of her Jake was jamming his own cock upward, getting leverage by bending his knees and straightening his legs in a furious thrust, before dropping her by pulling his ass back and away from her pussy.
"Oooooowwwhhh! Yes! Yesssss! I'mmmm cuummmmiiinnnggghhh! " Suzanne couldn't believe how they could hold out, for her own husband, her precious Charlie, always shot his wad in seconds. But Spud was having too much fun with Jennifer's delightful little ass, and he was learning that everything that Harry Bissell had told him about Jennifer was absolutely true.
Jake held his palms on her solid asscheeks, and she crushed her small and luscious tits against his chest, pushing her cunt mound against his cock with all her might as she exploded into a wild, body-shaking orgasm.
Now she was doing it all, hammering her ass up and down so fast that it greased both Jake's stuffed prick and Spud's cock inside her ass.
"Arrrggghhh!" Jake growled as his spunk filled his ball-sac to overflowing, and made it erupt from his throbbing cock.
"Arrrrrgghhh!" Spud groaned as his prick, which was gripped inside the rippled rosebud of Jennifer's little shitter, was ground to hamburger.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Suzanne dropped her jaw down, opening her mouth wider and wider into an awed oval, and she stepped to the side, shifting her feet for a better view, as she had done outside the bedroom window at Janice's. This time her feet hit her jacket, and it startled her. She had forgotten that she had brought the jacket with her, just in case it would grow cooler as the night went on. She had no idea when she started out, just what success she would have. Sometimes she had to peep into a dozen windows before she had any success, and some nights she had no success at all.
Never had she needed it so bad.
She had refrained from touching herself for the past three months as she had watched others fuck and suck their way to orgasm, but she could restrain herself no longer. Yet, hidden as she was by these bushes and standing unobserved outside the window, she still felt nervous about doing herself there in the night.
Her panties were glued to her pussy-gash, and the ruined crotch of the denims was pasted to the cloth of her panties. The lush curls of bright red hair were trapped inside it all, and with no place else to go, the honeyed cream of her pussy ebbed and flowed and drowned the lovely hairs.
Suzanne wanted to open the front of the jeans, to plunge her slender fingers inward, to touch that aching clit of hers with her fingertips, but she had been brought up much too properly.
The truth was that Suzanne was a mass of contradictions. Married to Charlie when she was still a virgin, the three years of her marriage had taught her nothing of sex. Coupled with that, she really had believed a woman's duty was to please her husband, without getting any pleasure herself. Charlie had never brought her to orgasm, and she felt it sinful to bring herself off.
In high school, when she was alone in her own bed at night, she would lie there and play with her delicate little pussy, but because of the sinfulness she could never go all the way with herself.
Even Charlie was not much better. At least, not with her. He had always catted around, and being married didn't change it all that much. Especially when he found that Suzanne had all these hangups.
So there she stood, peeping in the window, her own soul on fire and her core just melting down second by second, but there was nothing she could do about it.
She returned her attention to the trio in the room.
Jennifer was thrashing about between Spud and Jake, her orgasm tearing her insides apart, while Spud reamed on and on inside her tight-- but not as tight as it had been--asshole. Jake, not to be outdone, was twisting and turning his throbbing prick into her vibrating cunt.
Then Spud's climax forced him to yank his cock away, and Suzanne saw the slime-encrusted cock, coated with shit, spurt clear jism all over her hot ass, while Jake's cock fought to remain deep inside that vibrating pussy.
Jennifer dropped downward to her knees as soon as Jake pulled out, and she grasped his wondrous cock, pushing it to her lips, drinking and guzzling the plenty of his prick's cum.
She was lifting and lowering her face upon his spurting cock-meat, chewing along the veined underside of it with her tongue, running her upper lip along the hard top of it, tormenting the tip of it with her throat and the roof of her mouth.
From his position behind her, Spud saw that he was just too high to resume his ass-fucking, and there was no way he could revert to tit- fucking her lovely saucily uptilted tits. Not with Jake in front of her, having his prick eaten with such fervor.
He threw himself back onto the sofa, watching them at it, and he caught his cock inside his fist and pounded his cock-meat without her.
Suzanne was entranced at the sight of it. She knew Charlie did it, for she had heard him in the bathroom several times, grunting and groaning, and she had heard the back of the toilet being bumped by his back. One time, when he had thought he was alone, she had come into the house and actually seen him lying on the bed, his eyes closed, his cock in his hand, just pounding away.
Tonight was her night for seeing masturbation in its different forms. Janice had certainly had no qualms in being seen by Harry, and had even put on a little show for him as he had sat on the edge of the bed and watched her dipping her fingers in and out of her juicy cunt, playing with her clit, her cunt gapping toward Suzanne's face as she peeped in at the window.
Now she was seeing Spud jerking off. But Jennifer was too busy with her devouring of Jake's horny cock to bother turning to watch Spud pounding his prick.
Suzanne just had to get out of there, just had to go home--had to strip down and do herself, even though it was a sin.
For somehow nature was finally, after all these years, breaking down the last vestiges of her resistance.
She turned away, squeezing between the lilac bushes, deserting that sex session behind her.
She crossed the grass, hurrying, not wanting to lose her nerve by the cooling of her little pussy. She went to the patio, her favorite exit and entrance on these nightly excursions.
She glanced over at Janice's house, but everything there seemed to have returned to normal. The lights were out, except for the light in the little bathroom window on the back of the house. Janice left that light on all night long.
Suzanne wondered if Harry was still there, but she doubted it.
She closed the drapes and she locked the patio door. She knew from experience that there were ways of peeping in beside closed curtains, and she was taking no chances at someone seeing her.
She could hardly wait.
She went into the bedroom, stripping swiftly and tossing all her clothes into the hamper. She threw herself down onto the bed, her long athletic body a splendor in all its naked loveliness, with all her lush red hair spread out on the pillow, with her luscious full ripe tits mounded high, the nipples so hard they were brittle.
She threw her long legs outward, spreading her pure white thighs. Like so many redheads, she was freckled from head to toe.
Suzanne smiled a wicked smile as she ran her fingertips down into the damp, curled hair on her cuntmound.
She ran her fickle finger inside the creamy folds of her tormented cunt, and she caught her clit immediately.
"Tonight!" she gasped.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Marie Donnelly was brought out of her rapture by the sound of Suzanne slamming the car door. Then she caught sight of the police light above the cruiser, even if it wasn't spinning.
"Get down, get down!" Marie whispered desperately, crouching over Charlie, breaking his lip hold on her tingling pussy-lips, rubbing all the way down along his body. His cock hit the steering wheel, and he moaned in pain, but he did not cry out.
In the back seat, Bill was too far gone to stop. His jism was already rushing up from his cock- base, and with a cock as small as his, it didn't have that far to go. Carol, not to be outdone or even cheated of the least little pleasure of his orgasm, refused to stop humping her ass on the seat of the car.
None of them saw Suzanne driving away, and none of them saw the two men in the car turn and smile at the way the car was rocking on its springs.
"Looks like Bill Bissell's cheating on Jennifer again," Spud Donnelly said. His brother Jake smiled in agreement.
They weren't real policemen, just the local security guards for the businesses of the mall.
"Yeah," Jake said, "Harry's most likely filling in for him back at his house."
They both laughed knowingly.
"Maybe we ought to stop by and plug that hot little tomboy's ass ourselves."
"Both of us?"
"From what Harry says, she could take on the whole town and still go begging."
Spud had slowed down, meaning to stop and have some fun with Bill. He sure would be pissed.
"Well, what do you say?" Jake asked him, pulling him away from his thoughts.
Spud smiled and swung the car toward the highway.
Marie lifted her head and saw the brake lights of the cruiser in the distance.
Bill and Carol were reaching their peak, moaning and groaning into their climaxes in the back seat. Charlie reached back and slapped Bill playfully on the ass.
Bill and Carol kept right on fucking.
"Come on, lover, I'm not through with you yet," Marie said, trying to pull Charlie down into her crotch.
"We really should have taken that motel," Charlie said, trying to resume his position on the front seat of the car. He dropped one knee down and lifted his other leg high against the back of the seat. It was impossible to go into a comfortable sixty-nine, but Marie managed it in the most miraculous way.
Her pussy was drenched, her little cunt-muff soaked with her cunt-juices and Charlie's saliva, and she was more than ready for mouthful of cum. Secretly, even though she loved Charlie much too much, she knew that in this department Bill was a master.
She was already imagining the taste of it, with her sister's pussy-juices all over that darling cock. It would be like eating a mushy marshmallow which had been soaked in pussy-juice.
She rubbed her big tits onto Charlie's stomach, and she caught his nice big prick into both hands and tugged it into her juicy mouth. She chewed it into little love bites, kissing his cock as she loved to kiss his mouth. She was a great kisser and she kissed him all the way down to the edge of his balls.
Charlie had finally found her clit, and he was sucking on it as if it were a gumdrop jellybean.
"Shiteater!" she gasped.
"Anybody who'd suck cock would eat shit," he said, from far away.
Marie laughed, taking that moment away from her devouring of his prick. "That's not what you said the first time, you cunt-lapper!"
"Cocksucker!"
Then they cut the words, and both of them sank their Ups into the mutual feast.
It was not true, of course, that Charlie had never had his cock sucked, but it had been in a whorehouse when he was just a teenager, and he didn't consider paying for the real thing. He had a hundred hang-ups, and all of them prevented him from being a good husband to Suzanne. Suzanne, from the opposite viewpoint, was prevented from being a good piece of ass, or a potential cocksucker, by the very strictness of her upbringing.
Charlie wondered how many cocks Marie had sucked in her life, and if she ever sucked her own husband's. Spud was such a macho guy.
Marie gobbled her way along the veined, muscled underside of Charlie's curved prick, and she came down onto the softness of his balls, sucking on the hairy sac, then catching one of the ovals inside her mouth. He felt his nerve ends tingling.
He was amazed by his reaction.
"Oh my God, I'm coming already!"
The words were muffled by her muff, but escaped in a muted way.
He heard her hand on the handle of the door, and he wanted to tell her not to open it, but he was too busy sucking upon her juicy cunt-lips and her hot little clit. She was practically dissolving all over his face.
"Ooooohhhhhaaaaaahhhhh!" he groaned.
Marie was extending herself upward, poking her head out into the night. She pushed her huge breasts over his spurting cock-shaft, catching him just in time, and she tit-fucked him, while at the same time he chewed her clit into another orgasm of its own.
She rubbed her enormous tits all over his greasy cock, using his jism for lubrication, and she pushed and pulled over him, not crushing down but making a softness not unlike the softness of her inner pussy walls, but not as tight.
Her cunt-creams were splashing onto his nose, into his eyes.
She tried to crush his head between her thighs, and she was forced to do it in the high point of her ecstasy, but she wanted more, much more, and he was more than willing to give it all to her.
"I love you! I love you!" she cried, holding his limber cock and kissing the rubbery coil of it as he pushed and pulled his face inside the slash of her cunt-slit.
The back door of the car opened, and suddenly Carol was standing beside the front door, looking down.
Carol was ready for some real loving. Bill had only been an appetizer. Not that she hadn't enjoyed his small cock, for small cocks have their advantages too. It takes longer to find the right spots, and it's more difficult to do that right spot justice after it is found.
Carol had no complaints, and neither did Bill.
"Hey, Sis," she said, looking down at the way Marie was smearing Charlie's cum-juice all over her mammoth tits. "What do you say?"
Marie struggled upward and away.
Charlie just lay there, smiling a big cunt- eating grin.
Love is one thing, but getting a good cunt- lapping is another. Marie went into the back seat with Bill.
Carol slid in beside Charlie, pulling him away from the steering wheel.
"Let's see if you're as good as your buddy," Carol said.
The car door closed. The overhead light went out. The security car was no longer a threat.
Charlie dove deep, wanting it all immediately, while in the back seat, Bill was nibbling his way in little kisses down along Marie's sweet body, taking his time.
CHAPTER NINE
Even as Jennifer was rising to new heights of ecstasy, with Spud's furious cock trapped tightly inside her splendid asshole, and with Jake's grand cock pronging upward in her gushing cunt, she could see Suzanne's wide green eyes taking it all in. Jennifer did not have to turn. Besides, she was too busy being turned onto the spit of the two cocks.
She gasped and cried out in her spasming orgasm, being thrown about by her shattering climax, and she crawled up Jake's body, banging her taffy blonde cunt-muff against the base of his cock-shaft, while Spud fucked her ass with renewed fervor.
Then, as she was kneeling there on her haunches, she could actually see Suzanne clutching the window sill with her eager hands, shoving her freckled face forward, her bright-red hair giving her away.
Jennifer gobbled Jake's cock right down to the roots, and by the time she pulled her face back, smeared and seeping with the plenty of his cum, Suzanne's face was gone.
Jennifer took her time, savoring the cock- meat up her ass, in her cunt, deep in her throat. Although her tits were not as big as Janice's nor as amply fleshed out as Suzanne's, she tit-fucked both men with an expertise beyond comparison.
She should have been exhausted, but she was hornier than she had been when the security men had knocked upon her door. The same thing could not be said for Spud and Jake, for their spent pricks were dangling helplessly down toward their knees. Great cocks in full erection, but just two more chunks of useless pork by the time Jennifer was through with them.
Although she wasn't quite through with them.
Not yet.
She thought of Suzanne, of the way that Suzanne could be so dumb and naive about sex. They often talked about everything under the sun, and sometimes they talked about that.
"I guess I shouldn't tell you this," Suzanne had said to her, and Jennifer listened in the innocent, child-like way she had, "but I never went down on my husband in my life."
Jennifer had laughed.
"Hey, Suzie, you don't know what you're missing!"
Suzanne had actually blushed and turned away.
Jennifer decided it was time to put an end to Suzie's peeping. Now, with Spud and Jake in the room, she had the perfect opportunity.
"How would you like to fuck a beautiful redhead?"
"Hey," Spud said, his poor cock unable to rise to the bait, "you know me!"
"Like what beautiful redhead?" Jake asked, his own cock giving it a better try.
"How many beautiful redheads are there on this block?" Jennifer asked, fastening her skimpy skirt at the waist. She didn't bother looking about for her panties or her bra. They were probably in the dresser drawer anyway. She slipped the knit top over her lovely, little tits.
Jennifer went into the bathroom and splashed some water on her face, rinsing the caked cum away. She didn't take the time getting rid of all the cum upon her body. She would have needed a shower and a douche for that.
"Let Suzanne lick it away," she said to herself in the mirror as she brushed her lush blonde hair into a glory about her shoulders. Tonight she wanted to look like a real woman. Not that she didn't anyway, but the pigtails did not seem appropriate for what she had in mind.
What she had in mind would really make Suzie's green eyes grow wider in amazement. If she had never sucked a cock, and if she didn't actually know if she liked fucking or not, she'd really be confused when Jennifer shoved her golden cunt-muff down on Suzanne's lovely freckled face and gave her her first taste of a woman's soft oozing pussy.
"You ready?" Jennifer asked, coming back in the room.
Both men were dressed. She could see by the slight swelling of their crotches that they were more ready than they had been.
"You mean just like that?" Spud said, uncertain about getting away with it.
Then Jennifer told them how Suzanne had been peeping in the window at the three of them, and that really turned them on.
"Besides, you're cops, aren't you?"
They really were--real cops, moonlighting as security guards.
"Yeah," Jake said, getting into it. "If she gives us any shit, we'll run her ass in for prowling!"
So off they went.
* * *
They walked up the front steps, and Jennifer was just about to lift her finger to the doorbell when she saw the light from the living room coming through the crack of the partially open doorway.
"Well, well, well," Jennifer said, wondering if there was a symbolical meaning to it. She motioned to the men as she went inside, leaving the door standing wide open. The two men followed.
They were just in time to hear Suzanne cry out, confident of her privacy, "Tonight... you're... going... to get... fucked!"
It lured them in.
Then they heard the sounds of sighing, the whimpers that followed, and the intermingled silences. They crossed the shag rug of the living room quietly and went down the hall. The door of the bedroom was open. It was evident that Suzanne was not expecting Charlie home for hours.
They stopped and gawked at the sight of all that naked loveliness, those slender legs reclined in their shapeliness, the freckled inner thighs so pale and fresh, with that red cunt-bush at the vortex of the crotch.
They did not have to take the time to gaze on all the other goodies, but they did. She had the most slender waist, the most saucily uptilted tits, mounded roundly now as they rested atop her fine young torso. Her shoulders were wide, and her cunt mound was peaked high.
Her eyes were closed, and she had the dreamiest expression on her beautiful face.
Never in the long annals of fucking was anyone so ripe and ready.
And her fingertips, dipping down and lifting upward, with the pussy-juices fairly dripping from her sensuous hand, kept playing in and out the fluttering butterfly lips of her soft and swollen cunt.
"Ah, Harry! Harry, take me! Take me!"
Jennifer almost laughed.
Suzanne continued in her fantasy.
"Fuck me, you hunk, split me wide!"
Jennifer took a cautious step into the room. Spud and Jake did not have to be cautioned to be quiet. They weren't even breathing. The only danger was of their eyeballs falling out and banging loudly on the floor.
Now Suzanne was dipping not one but two fingers, side by side, stirring the honeyed creams about in the frothing rim of her hot cunt. Punching deeper and deeper, taking her time, not touching her clit, saving it for the agonizing height of her ecstasy.
"Give it to me, Harry, give it to me!"
As much as she had been fucked, Jennifer still felt the need for more and more. Maybe there is no such thing as a nymphomaniac, as the experts keep insisting, but Jennifer was willing to be the first.
Three fingers, side by side, were plunging in and out more furiously than before. Suzanne was losing control, no longer able to stretch out the thrill of it, needing it bad and needing it now.
"Oh, darling, darling, darling! I'm cumming!"
Suzanne was lifting and lowering her fantastic ass upon the sheets, swinging and swaying about as though Harry's cock was deep inside her tight little cunt, and she was dangerously close to cracking into orgasm.
Jennifer made her move.
Stepping swiftly to the edge of the bed and swinging her fingers down to catch Suzanne's wrist, she tugged those cock-like fingertips away.
Suzanne's dreamy green eyes opened wide in shock and surprised amazement. Her lovely mouth opened wide in a scream that never escaped her lips. In one glance she saw Jennifer--and she saw the two policemen behind her.
"Not yet, darling, not yet," Jennifer said.
"Oh my God!" Suzanne cried, ashamed and scared.
She tried to pull her hand downward, to return it to its purpose, but Jennifer was holding her wrist much too firmly. Her senses were trying to protest, but what chance did she have, with all those juices boiling in her womb, all that fuck-juice running in her cunt, all those creams frothing and bubbling in the fleshy rim of her pussy.
Her entire body turned crimson.
"Oh, my God!" she cried out again, only this time it carried a calmer appeal.
Her body was winning the battle with her mind. She was only a cunt-hair's touch away from her orgasm, and she had to have it. It was just too late to turn back.
"Please don't," she said, seeing Spud unzipping his fly, but her pussy-lips were twitching.
"I'll scream!"
Jennifer lifted her top upward and away, and her well-rounded tits sprang forward in an eagerness that matched Suzanne's desires. Then she shucked her skirt away.
She slipped in beside Suzanne on the bed, wrapping her long satiny legs inside the scissors of her more-athletic thighs. She bumped her- silken cunt mound against the side of her ass, and she brought both hands into a lock on her wrists.
Suzanne was struggling now, trying to return her fingers to her tortured cunt, and the more she struggled, the more Jennifer tightened her grip- Jennifer rose over her, bringing her face above Suzanne's, and she flicked out her tongue, her long, wet, and wonderful tongue, to which there was no equal.
"No, no! Please, please, please!"
Jennifer flicked her tongue all over Suzanne's lips, touching the fuller thicker upper lip of the other woman beneath her and lifting the quivering flesh upward.
Her tongue tip plunged inward, their lips touching each other in just a feather kiss as the long probe continued deeper and deeper into Suzanne's warm mouth.
Suzanne gasped in wonder.
"Ooooooohhhhhh, nooooooo! " Suzanne went limp.
Her fuck-juices boiled over. Her cunt shuddered and twitched into the most devastating climax. Her entire body vibrated to the thrill of that electricity.
It just went on and on.
"Oh, darling, darling, darling, I love you! I love you, I love you!" She was trying to fuck her with her cunt, trying to plunge her prickless crotch tighter and tighter in that impossibility.
"I love you, I love you, I love you!"
"You don't yet, but you will," Jennifer said, scrambling upward, straddling Suzanne's mounded tits.
Suzanne's nipples were so hard and so sensitive that she could barely stand the touch of Jennifer's asscheeks on their upright tips. Without thinking, and without a pause, she wrapped her elbows around Jennifer's thighs, and she grasped the solid flesh of her legs in her hands.
Jennifer smiled down at her, lifting her dripping jism-filled cunt over Suzanne's face, teasing her with the nearness of those forbidden folds.
Suzanne was so wild in her abandon that she was pushing her face upward, trying to catch those scented cunt folds with her Ups. Jennifer fed it to her slowly, and Suzanne kissed and sucked upon that most precious possession of another woman.
Then slowly, in the most dainty way, Jennifer fed it to her, bit by bit.
Spud and Jake had begun undressing, but they had stopped in fascination at the unexpected sight. It's every man's dream to watch two women making love, but few men realize that dream. Now they were seeing it with the two unlikeliest women they could imagine.
Finally Jake snapped out of it and he completed his undressing. He crawled onto the foot of the bed, taking Suzanne's ankles into his hands and pulling her thighs open. Suzanne gave no resistance, although there was a question of whether her sensations even went that far down, with the way she was gulping and slurping at Jennifer's hot cunt.
The pussy-juices were flowing all over Suzanne's fair face, washing onto her cheeks and eyelids, running down onto her neck. She swallowed constantly, but there was always more, and with each new swallow, she grew more addicted to the sinful need for more and more.
Jake dropped his rigid cock downward toward the entrance of her pussy, and he touched the fluted folds of Suzanne's lovely, neglected cunt.
He rammed it home, not pausing, bringing his chest against Jennifer's back as his cock sank deep into Suzanne's tight-walled cunt.
Her ass was hammering instantly, her entire body going into a rhythmic undulation.
Jennifer was sighing, whimpering, and crying out.
She screamed into orgasm, and her thighs tightened.
And Jake fucked on and on.
Suzanne clutched Jennifer's ass more tightly to her tits, and Jennifer cracked endlessly into orgasm after orgasm. Then she dropped away, leaving the field to Jake.
Spud was waiting patiently for his favorite thing. Jennifer's tight little tomboyish ass didn't even tempt him, didn't draw him away from his craving for that fantastic ass of Suzanne's.
Then it was as though everyone had gone away and there was no one left but Jake and Suzanne on the bed.
He tossed and turned her all about, rolling on the bed from side to side, one time with her on top, the next time with himself. Humping and hammering.
Jennifer had prepared him nicely for this marathon, for she had taken his first load and his need. Now all that was left was sheer animal lust.
It took Suzanne the longest time to crack into her own orgasm--the very first with any man--but crack she did. She lifted her ass completely free from the bed, shoving her cunt high, arching her back, bucking and smashing against Jake's thick cock.
Then they subsided, both of them coming down from that impossibly high peak together.
And when Spud took her ankles and flipped her over onto her stomach, Suzanne didn't make a word of protest.
Suzanne's protest days were over.
CHAPTER TEN
Things were not going quite so lovingly at Harry Bissells. While Harry was in the shower, Mary Ann found the three strands of long red hair in his shirt pocket. She practically ripped his cock off as he stepped out of the shower, and it was only the wetness of his body that prevented her from getting a firm hold on it. That and the enormous, club-like thickness of his prick-shaft.
"You whoring prick!"
Not that she didn't know, but she had not caught him at it for this past year, and he was growing careless. In the old days, he never would have taken a chance on letting her get her hands on anything like the three strands of red hair.
Yet it was understandable, for he saw them as evidence with which to face Suzanne for her prowling, not as evidence for Mary Ann to use as proof of his.
"And with that bitch, of all people!"
Mary Ann could not believe that anyone who looked so innocent, with all that long red hair and with all those freckles all on her fair flesh, could not be the biggest whore in town.
Not that they weren't friends. And not that they weren't partners at the Wednesday sessions of the bridge club, but bridge and fucking were two very different things.
"You got to believe me," he said after she had screamed and ranted about for a full fifteen minutes, "I found the hairs outside on the bushes right before I came into the house. I thought I saw her peeping into our window a few nights ago, but I didn't want to scare you if it was somebody else."
Now that Mary Ann was sitting on the sofa in the living room and crying her heart out, he was growing more confident. He was also being careful. He had almost made the mistake of saying he had found the strands at Janice's. That would have cut it!
He was being gentle with her, holding his arm around her shoulder now that she was settling down. Mary Ann knew he loved her, that he'd never leave her. In her own way, she knew it was her fault. She never felt like fucking.
"Why don't you give her a call. Charlie's bowling tonight with Bill."
She saw the look in his eyes, and the look was a faraway look that did not include fucking Mary Ann.
She slapped at him, but it had no force. "You really are a bastard, you know," she said, not angrily.
"Don't kid me, hon," he said to her. "You'd like a taste of that sweet pussy yourself."
"God, Harry, it's been years, hasn't it?" Before they moved to the neighborhood, they had been part of a swinging group. They had gone back less and less, and then they stopped going back altogether.
"Suzanne does remind me a little bit of Annabelle, don't you think?" Harry asked.
"A little bit," she said.
"Shall I call her?" Harry asked cautiously.
"No," Mary Ann said, rising. "Why don't we just go on over. You did say she was all alone, that Charlie was bowling, didn't you?"
* * *
Suzanne's sweet ass was glistening with all the cunt-cream and cock-cum that had run down between her thighs and oozed onto the crack of her ass. Her tight shitter was soaked with all the liquid.
Suzanne knew what was coming. She'd seen Spud fuck Jennifer's ass in the living room, while Jake was stuffing her box from the front. She tried not to brace herself.
"You're going to love it," Spud said, rubbing a handful of her cunt-juice onto his cock.
She lay there with her tits squashed on the bed, with her elbows beneath her face, resting her cheek on her forearm, completely resilient and receptive.
It was as though she'd never had a hang-up in her life.
Jennifer was busy licking the pussy-juices away from Jake's limp cock, and Jake was sitting, completely exhausted, in the big overstuffed chair a few feet away--leaving the bed to the ass-fuckers.
Spud touched the knob of his prick against the tight hole of Suzanne's shitter, then pressed forward. Her virgin sphincter, with all those rippled folds, resisted.
He pushed again. This time the tightness loosened for just a bit, just long enough to get started.
Spud knew just what he was doing.
He gave her all he had, and she took it--and waited for more.
Suzanne wanted to say it was like nothing she had ever known, but it would not have been the truth. Yet she didn't want to seem crude. How could she tell him it was like taking a shit backwards?
And how could he tell her that her asshole was even tighter than Jennifer's, with Jennifer sitting right there in the room. Well, not sitting, but kneeling on the floor, with Jake's cock back inside her throat again.
Suzanne grunted and grunted as Spud fucked her ass. He was shoving her all over the bed.
It was a good thing Jennifer and Jake did go to the overstuffed chair. It was a fitting place for the overstuffing of her mouth with his long cock.
Somewhere along the way, Jennifer had raised the blind and opened the window.
"Oooooohhhhuuuuuhhhhhh! " Suzanne moaned happily as Spud fucked her ass.
She was surprised to find her empty core growing hotter and hotter, just as though his cock was up her cunt, instead of in her tight asshole.
"I'mmmmm cuuuummmmiiiinnnggghhhh! " she cried out, loving the unexpected thrill of it tearing her empty pussy apart.
Spud was having difficulty keeping it up. Not that she didn't have one of the tightest assholes he ever fucked, but because Jennifer had milked his prick earlier and it had never fully recovered.
Yet he did all right.
He ass-fucked Suzanne until she climaxed a dozen times.
"Hey, look who's here!" Jennifer cried out. She had gone to the bathroom during one of her rare intermissions, and she had met Harry and Mary Ann in the hallway.
Everybody turned.
Harry had a big grin on his face.
Mary Ann completely forgot her jealousy as she admired that fantastic ass of Suzanne, stuffed as it was with Spud's prick.
Suzanne cracked into another shattering ecstatic climax just as Mary Ann came into the room.
Mary Ann couldn't decide if she wanted Spud's cock up her own ass or if she wanted that darling ass of Suzanne's spread wide so she could bury her mouth deep inside the smoothness of that valley.
Then the decision was taken out of her hands. Spud and Jake were long overdue at work.
"Still got to roust some fuckers in the back seats of their cars!"
They left.
This time Harry closed and locked the door. No sense taking any chances.
But nobody thought of closing the window, or of pulling down the shades. For the room was still hot, and the way that Mary Ann was looking at that curly haired cunt of Suzanne's, it was going to get much hotter.
So there they were, all three women, all of them equally hot, along with Harry, the biggest cocksman in the city.
Yet when it came right down to it, Mary Ann was the one in full control, and all of them knew it.
She walked over to the bed and took Suzanne's fingers into her own, lifting her up.
"So you like peeping in windows?" she said.
Suzanne's green eyes opened wide, then she broke out laughing. All her discomfort had disappeared.
"Harry never could keep a secret, could he?" Mary Ann said.
"I wouldn't know," Suzanne said, glancing down at Harry's enormous cock.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Time had slipped away, and the two couples in the car had settled into a calmer routine. Bill had brought a bottle, and they all drank it raw, chasing it down with warm Coke left over from last week.
None of them thought of going to a motel now.
Charlie had taken over the back seat and he was sitting there, naked and resting, beside Marie. She was snuggled close to him falling deeper and deeper in love, while in the front seat, Bill's cock in repose had practically disappeared, and Carol was cuddling the poor little mouse-like thing inside her fingers.
"Well, I guess we ought to be getting home," Charlie said. He didn't want it to get too serious with Marie.
"Next week we'll meet you at the bar at the motel," Marie said, getting into her ridiculous teenybopper outfit.
Carol was reluctantly dressing in the front seat.
Charlie couldn't have cared less. By next week, when his hot balls were in full bloom, it would be a different matter.
"Yeah, sure," he said.
The women left. Bill got behind the wheel of his own.
Carol and Marie walked back into the bowling alley. Marie wanted to call her babysitter, and Carol needed a drink. They made it just in time, for the cruiser pulled up in front of the bowling alley just as Marie walked from the telephone and sat down next to Carol at the bar.
Jake and Spud walked over and sat down.
Carol ordered a round of drinks.
"What brings you out here?" Spud asked.
Marie laughed. Carol kicked her under the barstool.
"Just checking up on you two whoremongers," Marie said.
Carol tried to laugh, but it didn't quite come off. The last thing she needed was her own husband's cock. The last thing she needed was her worn-out cunt.
"What's to check?" Spud asked disinterestedly.
Carol touched his thigh, and she rubbed her hand up and down along her brother-in-law's uniform trousers.
"Why don't we go to the motel?" she said.
"You talking to me?" He laughed, glancing toward his own wife. But she had already fallen in love with the idea.
Jake didn't have any objections. It was time to go off duty anyway.
So off they went.
* * *
The two women were giggling like schoolgirls in the bathroom, while the men sat drinking a couple beers they had ordered on the way up to the room.
"Christ! I hope I can get it up," Jake said to Spud.
"Don't sweat it," Spud said. "We can always make believe we're tired or we're too drunk, or both."
"Shit! We haven't had a drink all night!"
And they hadn't. They were too busy fucking and getting sucked.
Then Carol and Marie came out into the room, and Marie went to Carol's husband, while Carol went to Spud.
After that, no problem.
"I just wonder why I never thought of switching around myself," Spud said, running his hands over Carol's solid ass. Carol had no problem getting into it. Not after all the switching they had done in the back seat of the car.
They had turned out the lights, and they were in separate beds. They didn't even leave the bathroom door open for a little light. It was pitch black in the room.
Carol held her fingers on Spud's cock, squeezing it. It was doing nicely.
"Hey!" Carol whispered, pulling away from him. "What do you think you're doing?"
He had slid his palm between her asscheeks, and he was grabbing the tight swollen circle of her shitter. Carol tried to push his hand away, but he persisted.
"You kidding?" Spud said, a little louder than he meant to. "Jake never ass-fucks you?" In the next bed, Jake laughed, and so did Marie. They were playing with each other's body, she diddling his cock, he diddling her clit, but both of them doing it idly while they listened. They were much more relaxed and much more receptive to the switching idea now that they were doing it.
"Don't let him kid you, Carol," Marie said. "He's been trying to do that to me ever since our wedding night."
In the darkness, Jake slipped his fingertips downward between Marie's soft inner thighs, sliding over her that little bit of flesh that separated her fuck-holes. He found her tight little asshole, and jabbed his thumb into the rippled edge of it.
Marie squirmed and purred, but she did not pull away. He spread her thighs apart, and she lifted her knees upward, making room for his hand.
From the next bed came the sound of struggling.
"Stop it! Stop it, Spud!"
Jake spit on his hand and rubbed Marie's tight shitter. Marie loved it.
Jake lathered her real good, and she helped him.
"There," Carol said.
Spud had resigned himself to giving it to her missionary style.
"Isn't that better?" Carol asked.
They grew quieter. They had not even kissed or caressed, just getting right down to it. But now that Spud had his cock moving, he could go on for ages.
In the next bed, Jake showed what a real novice he was at ass-fucking, even though he had watched Spud reaming out both women earlier at Suzanne's house. He tried to turn Marie over, but she remained on her back.
He thought she had changed her mind, and he knelt between her eager thighs and rubbed the head of his big cock onto the softness of her cunt-slit. She took both hands and shoved that piercing pole lower, where it belonged, where she wanted it.
Now that Jake had his cock against her lubricated asshole, he pushed inward slowly. Marie lifted her legs, and she grasped her ankles, bending her body in half. It was a shame it was so dark, but where his cock was going the sun and the moon never shone.
Her asscheeks were spread wide, and her rippled asshole was sucking as he fucked his firm cock inward.
"Harder! Harder!" Marie whispered.
He grunted as he fucked it deeper. Then he had it sliding in, had it going deep, and he felt her running her inner thighs against him, felt her wrapping her legs into a scissor-hold.
"Don't move!" Marie whispered to him.
"Oh, Christ!" he gasped as she ran tight ripples up and down his cock-shaft, doing it all for him, giving him something he had never dreamed of in his wildest dreams--and certainly not with Carol's sister.
The bed was beginning to squeak, the springs beginning to fall into a rhythm not unlike the rhythm of her suctioning asshole.
Marie ran her palms all over his chest, playing with his nipples, making them hard. He could feel the oozing of her cunt upon his cock- base. It was as if her pussy Ups were kissing his lower abdomen.
They were whispering and kissing in the dark. Maybe there had been no foreplay, but Marie's mouth was giving him plenty of foreplay now as she bit her love kisses all about his neck and shoulders, as she ran her hands all over his manly chest, as her cunt-Ups kissed his crotch in the most erotic way.
Jake moved slowly, and this time she did not tell him to stay still, and they fell into an undulation, with him pushing his strong cock-shaft upward, fucking his prick-knob deeper, and her drawing back, lowering her ass toward the foot of the bed.
The truth was that Marie was the best little ass-fucker in the world, and all that Spud was doing in his whoring around was trying to find her equal or her superior. Even with Jennifer, as hot as she was, and with Suzanne, as willingly as she tried, Marie was far ahead of any challengers.
Marie felt her juices boiling, felt her nerve ends tingling at the base of her spine. He was reaming the inner rim of her dank asshole, and she was grinding her ass, making a believer out of Jake's cock-shaft.
She was crying out and cracking into the first orgasm she would have with his cock up her ass. He remained in that rhythmic coupling, his cock too spent to shoot its wad and yet strong enough to make Marie's bowels churn with the prod up her ass.
"Ummmm, ummmmmmm!" Marie moaned.
Jake fucked her with a growing fervor and zeal.
Spud was fucking away, with that solid, purposeful prick of his shoved inside Carol's fuck- hole instead of her asshole, where he had preferred it. She knew damned well that Jake would kill her if she ever cheated on him, and she was surprised at how willingly he had gone along with this motel thing and the switching idea.
But she kept thinking of Bill.
Bill Bissell, Jennifer's husband, with that tiny cock of his. For Bill had opened up new horizons--actually new depths--for her. For he had found her G-spot, and he had rubbed it from below with that hard cock of his.
She had been surprised when he had found that little spot just inside her pussy. Spud, with the much bigger cock of his, was unable to duplicate that feat, and she doubted that heaven knew about it. Bill was the only man who had ever shown it to her.
So Bill had plumbed her depths just shallowly, and he had rubbed her G-spot so solidly with his cock-knob, and she had thought for sure she was going to piss.
Sometimes she dreamed of it all week.
"Arrrrggggghhhhhh!" Spud groaned over her.
Carol snapped out of her reverie. She didn't even remember if she was moving her hips. She found she had been lying there just like a log.
Purposely lying there, not moving, out of spite. Getting back at Spud for wanting to shove it up her ass.
"Don't come in me!" she cried out, surprising him and surprising her own husband in the other bed.
Of course, Spud knew that Carol only wanted to catch his spunk inside her mouth. Women loved that--at least the women Spud usually was guilty of fucking always loved that.
He drew back.
Carol grabbed his slippery prick and gave it a few quick jerks. He shot all over the sheets.
Then she went right into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
He would have screamed at her if she weren't Jake's wife.
He wiped the spent cum from his softening cock with the edge of the sheet. Then he rose, got dressed and went down to the bar. Planning to get blotto, stoned, smashed, gassed, wasted. All of it.
He wasn't even missed.
Jake kept fucking, finding Marie's tight asshole and its erotic churning too much for his cock. Soon he was cumming.
Marie was saving the best part for last.
"Come on, lover," she said to Jake, pulling on his slimy cock and leading him into the bathroom.
"Don't come in here!" Carol shouted, thinking it was Spud. She had had more than enough of him.
"Move that big fat ass of yours over," Marie said, pulling the shower curtain aside.
Jake saw the water washing down over her splendid tits. Marie stepped into the warm shower with her.
Jake had seen Jennifer and Suzanne making love, and he had seen the light in Mary Ann's eyes when she had come into the bedroom at Suzanne's. Too bad they'd had to get back to work. Although he was not regretting it now, not the way it was all working out.
Then all of them were laughing and playing grab-ass in the shower.
Jake dried himself, dried both of them, and led them to the bed.
"What the hell's the matter with you anyway?" Marie scolded her sister.
"Nobody's going to shove his cock up my ass," Carol said sulkily.
"You want to bet?" Marie asked, and Jake laughed.
Then Carol looked down and saw the tube of lube in her sister's hand.
"Oh no you don't!" Carol cried out, trying to get away.
Jake grabbed her and brought her onto the bed.
"Jake, I'm going to be mad at you," Carol said, fighting him as he greased her sweet ass with the contents of the tube of greasy lotion.
But when he shoved his cock up her ass, it was just like old home week. She begged and begged for more.
It wasn't ass-fucking she didn't like, it was just the idea of Spud doing it to her.
For just as Jake was Marie's secret love-- along with her love for Charlie, which was growing deeper and deeper each week in the back seat of the car at the bowling alley--Spud was Carol's secret hate.
"Too bad we're sisters," Carol said afterward, while Jake was in the bathroom washing his cock.
"What's too bad about it?" Marie asked.
CHAPTER TWELVE
As the evening came full circle, with Harry getting ready to use his awesome cock on the peeper who had seen him having his cock gobbled by her dearest friend, Jennifer, the only other person to reap the benefits of all this night of peeping was Harry's wife.
Not that Harry gave a shit.
Or Suzanne either.
When Jennifer led Mary Ann back to her own house, leaving the entire Williams house to Harry and Suzanne, they didn't even give them a second glance. For that's the way it was. Suzanne who could not get to see enough wasn't interested at all in looking at others, now that she was the center of attention.
And she definitely had become the center of attention in the short time since she had begun by fucking herself on that bed with her own fingers.
Harry hadn't been foolish enough to shoot his wad just because Jennifer was chomping on his prick while Mary Ann was feasting on Suzanne's cunt.
"My God, Harry, but you sure got one mean cock there," Suzanne said in admiration as she lay on the bed waiting for him to bring all of it to her.
"The better to fuck you with," he said.
She threw her legs wide, offering her red- tufted cunt, which had already gotten a workout by those two women tonight--three, if she counted herself--and would have gotten more if Spud and Jake hadn't gone back to work.
He wasn't all that anxious to conform to the niceties of missionary-position fucking, and he reached down and yanked her upward, away from her comfortable spot.
Harry liked his women on their knees.
Suzanne found herself kneeling between his heavy thighs as he plunked himself onto the edge of the bed, making room for her body.
His cock was semi-soft and semi-ready, and she held the club-like prick in both her hands, awed by the immensity of the whole of it, even when limp. She couldn't even bring her fingers into fists, even with it soft.
He brought her body closer to his, lifting her higher on her haunches, and she found her tits making a valley for enveloping his cock. She rubbed his dry prick-shaft with her tits, feeling her nipples touch his body, her breastbone press his heavily veined prick.
He ran his hands all over her broad, freckled back, and she brought her body into a rocking movement, beginning to fuck his cock up and down in the driest fuck he had ever known. But Harry liked anything that women did to his big cock.
Suzanne weighed his balls inside her upturned palms, cupping her hands, and she could feel the growing warmth of his groin in the hardening of his cock.
And now that Mary Ann had readied her so thoroughly, it would be a shame not to have all that stiffening prick thrust in to the hilt.
Yet she rubbed him affectionately and lovingly, and he rubbed her back in return.
"Take it, slut! You lesbian whore!"
She gasped at the awful words.
"I'm not!" she gasped, drawing her beautiful face back, the fire flashing in her big green eyes, her mouth dropping open wide in protest.
Which was exactly what he wanted.
Before she knew what was happening, he had her face full of his solid cock, with his big cock-head stoppering her tight little throat.
She gagged and choked, but Harry just kept his cock right there until her mouth grew accustomed to it.
"You're going to get your fill of cock tonight," he said, no love in his words.
Maybe the women had showed her lover, but all Harry needed was a hole for his prick, and one hole was as good as another.
He entwined his stubby fingers into her long red hair, and he held her face against his cock, allowing her to draw back and come forward on her own. Which she was doing now that she had stopped her puritanical protesting.
She sucked all along the luscious length of his cock, bringing her mouth away and running her lips up and down the shaft sideways as though she were playing a huge muscled harmonica. She had one hand on his balls and the other hand on his cock-knob.
She bit and sucked and kissed, chewing on it and digging her sharp teeth harmlessly into his thickness. She had watched Jennifer often enough to know how, but she had no idea how naturally it would come to her.
It was the first cock she had ever sucked, and she was doing beautifully.
Her huge tits came forward against him, and her ass wiggled far below in its impatient freedom.
But both of them knew that Harry would have it all, every orifice she had, from stem to stern and from starboard to port. Her sweet little shitter was twitching in anticipation, and the lips of her pussy were just oozing with desire.
Little did she know that it would be one long night, for at his age, Harry only had so much spunk to shoot. He was capable of going right on through until dawn before he drained himself completely.
Which was quite all right with Suzanne. She felt the taut circle of her lips fighting to take that cock into her lips, finding it more difficult when she did it herself than when she had it shoved in forcefully by his strong hands. "You like that, huh? You fuckin' teaser!" Too bad he couldn't hear her thoughts. But how could she mouth words at a time like this when she was mouthing his cock-tip so thoroughly.
She took another inch. It swelled out her cheeks, and her tongue was pushed back, the tip slipping all about the underside of his prick.
"You're going to like it even more, you little cocksucker! I'm going to dissolve your tonsils!" She felt the thick ball against her throat, and she moved her neck muscles, stretching them to the extreme as she pushed her head downward and took all her face allowed.
He held her by her ears, gently, with an unexpected tenderness, and she could have cried at the ease with which he was feeding her his cock.
Then she drew back and away, and she rocked on her knees, with Harry's cock slipping and sliding outward. She sucked her way back again, until she could feel his salt and pepper cock-hairs tickling her nostrils and the freckles on her cheeks.
Up and down and in and out she went, making him squirm beneath that ardent onslaught. Whoever had opened the window earlier had known what they were doing. She had never felt so hot in all her life. The delicate beads of perspiration that had broken out when she started were now turned into sweat, sweat that was literally pouring down the nape of her neck, running down her spine, tingling as it circled her asshole.
Harry gave her tits a workout with his fingers, touching her hard, high nipples.
Finally he lifted her upward, settling her on the bed, making her ready for all the things he had in mind for the peeper.
For little did she know, as Harry knew, that someone else was taking her place, someone else was standing out there in the night, someone else was getting a pleasurable eyeful of Suzanne being fucked.
Harry just went on as though he didn't know, but he was fully aware of the new peeper.
Why shouldn't he be?
Hadn't he called Janice as soon as Mary Ann was out of sight?
So Harry displayed Suzanne's fine body on the bed in the most enticing way, with Suzanne none the wiser.
But Janice knew that there was no way she could get a good look at that tight little pussy as Harry split Suzanne open like a ripe melon.
"You won't hurt me, will you, Harry?" Suzanne asked as she tried to bring her full thighs wider.
"With that huge cavern of a cunt you got," Harry said, holding his ass high and giving her a preview of what was still to come as he held his engorged prick in both his fists, "I'm lucky if I touch the sides!"
He was not as good as his word. He could hardly get the tip inside her pussy-lips.
"Christ, kid," he said, really surprised, "your cunt is tighter than Jennifer's asshole!" Which made Janice gasp as she stood alone out there in the night, peeping in the window. For Harry had assured her that she was the only one, and she had believed him.
Now here he was getting ready to fuck Suzanne--and talking about Jennifer.
"Please be careful, Harry!" Suzanne whispered, shoving her ass away from the bed, trying to get her cunt-lips around his cock, which was now probing and prodding inside the inner edges of her flowing pussy.
He gave her half of it, not lingering, letting her have it in one thrust, and she gasped but did not cry out.
"Ummmmmgggggfffffhhhuuhhhhh! " she grunted.
So he gave her the rest of it. "Ummmmggggffffhhhuuhhhh! "
"There," Harry said proudly, knowing damned well that he was ruining her for her own husband. "That wasn't so tough, now, was it?" Janice had taken all that cock and hardly minded it, but as she saw Harry shoving it into this young woman, her eyes grew wider and wider in amazement.
Janice stood on tiptoe, grasping at the window sill. At least she had plenty of room for peeping.
"Milk it down, whore!" Harry shouted.
Janice could hear a suctioning sound as Harry yanked his prick all the way out of her cunt.
"No, no, just let me rest a minute!"
But he had no intention of letting her rest. He had greased his impaling cock in that one deep plunge. He thrust toward her crotch with a vengeance, for vengeance was what he'd had in mind from the beginning.
He found the tiny hole of her shitter, and he plunged his prick inside so swiftly that her whole body vibrated at the force of it.
The thick cock-meat fucked deep into her ass, and her sphincter fought against it much more furiously than her tight little cunt had.
She screamed.
The shrillness crashed off the walls and went out into the night. Janice thought that he had killed her.
The scream subsided into a gasping sigh.
Then he was moving, pulling out and pushing in, and Suzanne was moving along with him.
"Ah, darling," he said, holding the sides of her face in his hands as he fucked her asshole, running his fingers in her hair, "you're going to be my favorite!"
He did not have to explain. For Suzanne had seen those others. She did not want to think of them. Or Charlie. Or tomorrow.
She knew that if she pleased Harry he would come back and come back again and again and again.
"You're an animal, you know!" Suzanne whispered as she undulated rhythmically beneath him.
"And you!"
"God, Harry, but you're an animal!"
For the moment that would have to do.
Janice watched at the window, and Suzanne and Harry fucked on and on through the night.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Eddie DePaul was mowing the lawn beside the Bissells house when he saw Suzanne walk from her back door across the driveway to her neighbor's house. The sunlight glistened on that red hair and played tricks on the freckles of her bare arms and shoulders. Her fine tits bobbed, and her fantastic ass jiggled in a sensuous rhythm.
Eddie DePaul had had one date with her-- one and only one--but that had been years ago, before she had met Charlie. Now she didn't even know he was alive.
As he watched her go to the screen door, he saw Jennifer watching him through the opening. Jennifer was smiling, but he knew her eyes were on his crotch. He was wearing only his denim cutoffs and his tennis shoes, and she couldn't keep her eyes off that tanned and muscular body--and the heavy bulge in his crotch.
Last week he had turned her cunt inside-out, and she still begged for more. If his brains had been in his cock, she would have blown his mind away.
"God! What a tongue!" he gasped.
Then the screen door slammed, and the two women were inside the house. He clicked off the lawnmower and walked to the window of the living room, the same window through which Suzanne always peeped, but Eddie didn't know that.
His cock shot upward and outward painfully at what he saw. Jennifer had already stripped away Suzanne's housedress, and she was standing there in all her naked glory, except for her thigh-length nylons. They were standing in profile, but he missed none of that wondrous tit- flesh as Jennifer reached her small hands upward and held the left one in both hands, sucking the swollen nipple inside her full thick lips.
Suzanne was gazing lovingly into her blue eyes.
"You sure are a hot little thing today," Suzanne whispered, keeping her own fingers busy lifting Jennifer's top up. Eddie saw that Suzanne was plenty hot herself as she dropped Jennifer's skirt away.
Eddie forgot all caution as he stared wide- eyed at Suzanne's hands all over Jennifer's ass.
Then Suzanne was dropping her lovely hand deep below Jennifer's taffy blonde cunt-muff and scooping her fingers upward, dipping one finger into the woman's steaming cunt. She dropped her face into the hollow of the teenager's neck and shoulders, and her face was completely hidden from Eddie's gaze. While at the same time Jennifer turned and smiled as she looked right into his brown eyes.
Eddie knew then that he was going to fuck that hot little tomboy again, and Suzanne too.
"Maybe," Jennifer said, running her small hands along the sides of Suzanne's fantastic ass, "I should call Eddie in to work on that sweet red lawn of yours."
She gave a little snicker, and Eddie smiled back into her blue eyes. A pact was surely made.
"Hah!" Suzanne gasped, drawing her face back and gazing into Jennifer's eyes. "He wouldn't know how to go about it, if I remember correctly."
And she was right. He had been a green kid then, in his senior year in high school. He had hoped she had forgotten.
"Besides," Suzanne said in the lowest, most sensuous voice, "you promised to take care of my sweet pussy yourself."
Jennifer tried to keep her in the room, on the sofa, to give Eddie a little show, but Suzanne wanted her in the bed.
"I'll be damned if I'm going to miss this!" Little did he know that that bridge club was due here in the next hour, with Jennifer hostessing the game. Suzanne had merely come over early to help with the food. Now it looked as though there'd be other things eaten before long.
He went to the screen door and opened it. He slipped off his tennis shoes and set them quietly on the floor before he walked into the other room. The women were talking and laughing in the bedroom.
Suzanne threw herself onto the full length of the bed, with her red hair all over the fluffy pillow, her lovely feet, still clad in those nylons, pointed right at the bedroom door.
Jennifer scrambled over her, inverting herself, spreading Suzanne's thighs wide, spreading her swollen cunt-lips inside that frame of red cunt- curls, giving Eddie an unobstructed view of Suzanne's oozing pussy. She lifted her face upward, smiling directly toward Eddie.
He could see she had planned her position carefully, for her own cunt was shoved against Suzanne's face, hiding her eyes and burying her mouth.
Eddie heard a sound not unlike the sucking sound a baby makes upon its mother's tit during feeding time, but Suzanne was sucking on cunt-flesh, not a mother's tit. She slurped and slobbered shamelessly as Eddie DePaul drew closer to the foot of the bed.
"You really like it, don't you, you whore?" Jennifer asked.
"Ummmmmmhhhhhh! "
"My little sweetheart!"
As Suzanne gobbled on and on, Jennifer stroked the sides of her twitching pussy, holding her head high so Eddie could see it all.
He dropped his cutoffs away, and his big cock sprang free before Jennifer's lips.
"Not yet, darling, not yet," she said, playing her fingers all over the oozing inner lips of the dissolving cunt before her face.
"Oh, God! I love it! I love it!" Suzanne gurgled. "I can't believe how delicious your pussy is!"
"That's a good dyke," Jennifer said, suppressing a giggle as she saw Eddie straining to keep from jumping right onto the bed and plunging his enormous cock deep into Suzanne's tormented cunt.
Then both women were sighing, crying out in their rising passions, and Jennifer was cracking into a spasmodic vibration on the full length of all that tall lithe body of her lover's, while she played her fingers all over Suzanne's quivering cunt, and Suzanne humped her ass up and down so fast it almost bucked the smaller girl away.
Eddie DePaul did not hesitate. He was on the bed and over her thrashing body, plunging his ready cock deep in one great cunt-splitting thrust.
The unexpected surprise and the impossible orgasm that was even now getting ready to burst inside her pussy were not enough to slow Suzanne's humping and bumping on the bed. Her legs shot outward and wrapped around his ass.
"Fuck me! Fuck me, you bastard!" she screamed, clutching his sweaty torso, not knowing and not caring who it was, although she thought that it was Harry.
Eddie rose and fell in a responding undulation, but he was much too slow for her, and she hammered her ass all over the bed, crying out, biting into his shoulders, sucking thin streaks of blood from his flesh as her core exploded into a wild orgasm.
She whimpered and tossed her head from side to side. He shoved that long cock inward, and he drew it back, and she took it all and begged for more.
Even Jennifer was awed as she stood there, unable to join them, her own cunt flowing with her fuck-juices.
Eddie was moaning and groaning, and he arched up, fucking his cock deeper as he pinned her pelvis down.
Suzanne seemed to snap out of it, to be confused by what was happening, as though she was not aware of the past swift minutes of her fucking fury.
"No, no, don't come in me!" she cried, pushing at his chest with her palms.
But it was too late, much too late, and he shot his pent-up wad deep inside her pussy. It rushed and splashed all over the steaming depths of her cunt, and there was so much of it that it ran outward around his prick.
Then she was crying, sobbing, the tears filling her eyes and running down her cheeks.
She could not look into his eyes. Her cunt was filled to overflowing.
"Oh, Eddie! Eddie!" she whispered.
Then he was fucking her again and she was rocking beneath him. The doorbell rang, but they did not stop.
Jennifer walked down the hallway toward the living room.
"Fuck me! Fuck me, Eddie, fuck me! Fuck me!"
All the guilt was gone, all the mixed-up feelings, all the confusion of her marriage.
He thrust his cock deep and he yanked the suctioning pole outward. Last week he had turned that hot little snatch of Jennifer's inside out, and still she had cried out for more and more. And now Suzanne thrashed on and on beneath him.
There was a click of high heels on the floor of the hallway, but he didn't care, for nothing could stop them now.
The doorbell rang again.
And other heels clicked down the hall.
The room was filling up. People were standing in a circle around the bed.
Eddie pulled away, and his cock trailed his fuck-juices, coupled with hers, onto her crotch. The elastic tops of the nylon stockings were saturated with cum and cunt-ooze, and the damned things were plastered whorishly to her fine and freckled inner thighs.
He crawled over her, straddling her body, leaning forward over her tits, and she caught his softening prick in both her lovely hands, then caught the spurting cock-knob inside her wide lips.
She sucked him dry, and he fell aside, lying exhausted on the crumpled sheets of the bed.
There was the sound of applause, but Suzanne did not look up at the circle of her friends as they gazed down.
Then Jennifer came back, still naked, and she dove all the way in. She burrowed deep, slurping away at Suzanne's cunt and all that surrounded it.
Then slowly, one by one, the others undressed; Janice, Mary Ann, Marie Donnelly and her sister Carol.
To say nothing of Eddie DePaul, who honestly believed that he had died and gone to heaven.
