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Hot Family Next Door ....(61k)    by Brad Logan

FOREWORD

Of all the social institutions which have had to endure change and weather criticism, the family concept is, perhaps, the most pronounced. Subjected to the undermining forces of alcoholism, the use of drugs and marijuana, and the advent of mate-swapping, the family unit has undergone immeasurable challenge in the wake of social advancement.

HOT FAMILY NEXT DOOR is the story of how some people adjust to the liberated moral standards within the family unit. Beset by such common problems as jealousy, age differences, and unfaithfulness, the characters in this story find an unusual solution to their dilemma. Their method, that of incest and spouse swapping, may well be considered unusual or shocking, but is nonetheless successful.

This is a novel of Fiction for entertainment. A reminder that what is debased and perverted for some may well be normal for others.

-The Publisher

Chapter One

Peg lay in bed, her eyes wide, her toes wiggling with excitement. Her breath rushed in and out of her lungs, lifting and lowering her tits so her erect nipples rubbed on the sheet and covered them.

"Honey," Dave called. "Honey?"

But Peg didn't hear her husband's voice. She was too excited.

Sticking his head out of the bathroom, Dave looked at his wife in the bed. He smiled. She could almost lose touch with reality completely when she was reading a good book.

"Yoo-hoo!" Dave called as he walked to the bed and sat down on the edge next to his oblivious wife. "Dave calling Peg. Come in, Peg. Can you hear me?"

"Um?" Peg said, furrowing her brow and peering more intently than ever into the book she gripped with white knuckles.

"Peg, honey," Dave said. "Time to fuck. Put the book down, sweetheart."

"Um?" Peg said again without looking up.

Dave envied Peg's ability to lose herself so totally in a book. But he was in the mood for fucking-his favorite way of relaxing. He knew that Peg loved to fuck too, but sometimes it was difficult to get her attention.

Dave began tugging the sheet that covered his wife. Peg, if she noticed what he was doing at all, didn't try to stop him. The sheet moved down over the curves of her luscious body.

Dave watched as his wife's tits were exposed. His prick stirred in his pajamas as he looked at Peg's white tits lying on her chest, sagging slightly to the sides. Her tits looked so soft and inviting! Their crowns of pink, puckered flesh made Dave's mouth water.

The edge of the sheet slipped down to Peg's belly, and she continued reading.

Dave moved the sheet down slowly, teasing himself, making his prick throb.

Peg was still completely engrossed in her book, and although she had lifted her wrists a bit so Dave could slip the sheet down her body, she gave no indication of noticing what was going on.

The receding edge of the sheet revealed Peg's belly button. Her tummy was flat and firm. Dave was grateful his wife was still in such great shape; she was forty years old, after all.

Dave's eyes focused intently at his wife's crotch. He could see the texture of the bristling pussy hair through the sheet as it slid over her cunt. Then, slowly, her triangular patch of cunt hair was revealed.

As the sheet moved down Peg's creamy thighs, Dave's gaze remained on her pussy.

Peg's ginger-colored pubic hair rose in a gentle curve, covering her plump cunt mound. Dave's mouth watered. But he remained merely an observer. He enjoyed the tension of his horniness and was in no hurry.

Peg's thighs were slightly spread, and Dave could see the cleft of her pussy peeking out at him. Most of Peg's pussy hair was on the frontal region of her cunt, and between her legs her cunt lips were almost bald. Dave loved that about her cunt because the sight of her smooth, fleshy pussy lips always filled him with joy.

Although he longed to dive into the moist warmth of Peg's crotch, he resisted the urge. He looked up at Peg's face. Incredibly, she was still reading with as much interest as ever. She gave no sign of being aware her body was now exposed to the lustful gaze of her horny husband.

Dave smiled. He saw Peg's eyes moving back and forth as she followed the lines of type. Her tits rose and fell with the steady rhythm of her breathing.

Lowering his face to his wife's thighs, Dave breathed in the funky aroma that hung over Peg's cunt. His prick twitched as the scent of pussy fired his passion.

Kissing one of Peg's thighs, Dave realized he'd stumbled onto something interesting. There was a weird pleasure in kissing the thigh of a woman who wasn't even aware of him. And when he nestled his face between her thighs, enjoying the warm, smooth skin against his cheeks, his fuck-lust multiplied!

Dave slid his face nearer Peg's cunt. Now the odor was stronger, and Dave knew her cunt was wet. So, she had noticed his lips on her thighs, at least subconsciously.

Peg's book hid her face from Dave's as he burrowed his nose into her curly cunt hair.

With the fuzzy softness of Peg's pussy pressed to his face, Dave stuck out his tongue and searched through her cunt hair for the wet slot of her pussy. He soon found it. Salty cunt juice mixed with his saliva.

"Ummmmm!" Peg moaned from the other side of her book.

Looking up, Dave saw Peg drop the book to one side. Her expression had changed from concentration to blissful lust!

"Keep reading," Dave said as he reached up and took the book from where Peg had dropped it.

He placed the book upright on her stomach and told her to hold it. She did as he said, going along with his game.

"Now read it to me out loud," Dave ordered before sticking his tongue back into Peg's flowing pussy.

"Ohhhhh!" she sighed.

"Go ahead!" Dave said.

"Not far away," Peg began reading, "There w-were other cases of similar-ahhhh-similar occurrences. One involved-ahhhhh! One involved an eighteen-year-old girl. Ohhhhh, Dave!"

"Keep reading!" he insisted as he covered her soaking cunt gash with eager laps.

"The girl's neighbors" Peg read on in a trembling voice, "reported hearing . . . hearing. . . hearing . . . ohhh, God, Dave! Uhhhh!"

"Read!" he called from his cunt-lapping station at his wife's cunt.

Now Dave was wiggling the tip of his tongue over Peg's swollen clit. No one could read with that sort of attention being paid to her most sensitive organ. But Peg liked this kinky game, and she knew she deserved what she was getting. It was a good book, but she didn't have to ignore Dave in his horniness.

Dave fucked his tongue up Peg's tender cunt. When his tongue was high up her pussy, he wiggled it with all his might. Peg shook her hips in a spasm of ecstasy. Still, though, she tried to keep reading. Peg read in a breathless rush before she began gasping and moaning with kinky pleasure again.

Peg spread her thighs wide and drew her knees up near her tits. Her pussy lips spread over Dave's face as he tongue-fucked as high as he could up his wife's cunt. His nose touched her clit, and his chin was wedged between the bottoms of her asscheeks.

Dave slid his hands up Peg's sides, beneath her shaking arms to her quivering tits. His fingers spread over her soft tit globes and captured them in a firm embrace. Feeling the shimmering weight of her heavy tit flesh in his hands added spice to his already overwhelming passion!

"Ahhhhhhh! God! Dave, I'm coming!"

Dave loved to hear his wife cry out in bliss and tell him that she was coming. The shrill tone of her orgasmic wails filled him with both pride and excitement. He was envious, too, because he thought Peg's climaxes must be even greater than his own-he never screamed with such desperation!

"Eeeeeee!" Peg wailed like a siren.

Peg's entire body was quivering now, making the bed pitch and shake. All Dave had to do was hold his face still and his tongue out. His wife's grinding, writhing hips kept her cunt in motion on his tongue.

Now the game of reading while having her cunt sucked was forgotten. Peg dropped the book on her chest where it bounced with her writhings. She clapped her hands on Dave's, which were still gripping her tits. She pressed his hands more firmly onto her tits as they leaped and rolled with their own rhythm as Peg went wild with ecstasy.

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" she repeated constantly in a haunted and breathy wail.

Her orgasm raged on and on. And when it passed its pinnacle, it subsided very slowly. By the time she lay still and sated, Dave was gasping with the effort of his pussy-sucking. The root of his tongue ached, and his wife was covered with warm, slippery pussy fluid.

But Dave's effort had brought His own lust to an explosive level! He had to bury his prick in his wife's body and seek the release he longed for.

So he began crawling forward from the heat of Peg's cunt. Peg had just enough strength left to hold out her arms and take Dave's body into a welcoming embrace as he settled down on top of her.

Bringing his prick to Peg's cunt, Dave swiveled his hips forward. Since her pussy was loosened by Dave's tongue, and since it was awash with slippery cunt juice and saliva, Dave's cock fucked into her tight cunt gash effortlessly.

"Mmmmmmm," Peg moaned softly, her energy gone, but her lust still smoldering.

For a few seconds, Dave lay still, his body cushioned on Peg's tits, his prick held snugly by her cuntal sleeve.

Nothing could be as exciting as feeling the tender lining of a hot cunt wrapped around his taut and throbbing boner, Dave realized. But he was too eager to feel those satiny cuntal walls sliding over his bloated cockhead to leave his prick lying motionless. So he began fucking.

"Ooooooo, Dave!" Peg sighed as her cunt was stretched over his prick.

A wild cunt-lapping was the best way to get into the mood to fill a pussy with jism, Dave knew.

Now as he fucked his prick back and forth in the slippery grip of his wife's pussy, he was being rewarded with pleasure for the pleasure he'd given her.

Dave fucked the fat head of his prick deep into Peg's cunt. The backstroke brought his cockhead to the entrance of her pussy before it was sent back into the depths of her body.

Dave pressed his mouth onto Peg's. Their tongues joined in a frenzied celebration of sexual joy.

"Ahhhhh!" Dave gasped as the first wave of ecstasy swept over him.

His prickhead began to tingle as it was massaged by the tender, wet cunt flesh it glided back and forth in. From the root of his cock, a glow of rapture spread throughout his body.

"Ohhhhhh, Dave!" Peg croaked. "I'm coming again!"

Dave loved to be joined in bliss by his wife, especially when her cunt began spasming, gripping his fucking cock with powerful grabs, as it was doing now.

Both of them were working hard, thrashing their hips together to make Dave's prick fuck as fast as possible. They gasped and grunted with the effort. Their tummies slapped together. The bedsprings creaked.

"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhh!" Peg cried with the ripping pleasure of her second orgasm.

"Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh!" Dave answered in their conversation of orgasmic excitement.

Dave's prick became a rod of pure electric ecstasy! It was rearing up to begin spewing jism. Peg's pussy was on fire, and her clit was buzzing as Dave's cock bush swept over it.

Dave filled Peg's cunt with jism, flooding it with the gushing heat she loved so much. Now their pleasure was at its peak.'

Again the fucking slowed and finally stopped. By now the fuckers were limp and spent. Dave remained on Peg, his prick shrinking in her cunt.

"What was that book that was so interesting?" Dave asked when he'd caught his breath and rolled off Peg's body.

"It's about witches," Peg said. "It's fascinating! You should read it when I'm through."

"Not my bag," Dave said.

"How do you know, if you haven't looked into the subject?"

"You know I don't go in for that sort of thing. Witches, ghosts, goblins: all hooey!" Dave said.

"See, you don't know what you're talking about. Witches have nothing to do with ghosts or goblins. There are still witches around today, you know."

"I know," Dave said. "A bunch of weirdos using witchcraft as an excuse to run around naked."

"Oh, you're impossible!"

Dave wrapped an arm around his wife, pressed his soft prick to her hip and fell asleep. The next morning, he didn't tell her that he'd dreamed of naked men and women dancing around and chanting strange incantations.

Chapter Two

The apartment next to Peg's had been empty since the building became a co-op. Poor old Mr. and Mrs. Billings couldn't afford to buy their apartment, so they moved to a retirement community in Arizona. Peg missed the apple and blueberry pies Mrs. Billings used to make and give her.

So it was strange to hear voices coming through the living room wall again. Peg went right over to the wall and pressed her ear to it. Sounds of furniture being set down and men's voices were coming from the next-door apartment. Peg was excited. She couldn't wait to see who her new neighbors would be.

But for a week there were no more signs of life. Peg had almost forgotten about the next-door apartment. Then, as she lay on the couch one afternoon, she heard voices.

Since she was reading her book on witches again, the voices gave her an eerie feeling.

Dave was at the office and Skeet, Peg's son, was in school. Being alone and reading about witches- Peg was at the part of the book dealing with human sacrifices-the soft, unintelligible voices gave Peg the creeps. But that didn't stop her from going to the wall and pressing her ear to it.

Now the voices were clearer, but not clear enough to understand. She could tell that it was a man's and a woman's voices, though.

So Peg's new neighbors had finally moved in. She was eager to meet them. Peg went and knocked on their door. She was bringing them a pie she had baked, but her main reason was simple curiosity.

There was no answer. Peg knocked again. She had heard voices just before leaving her apartment, so she must have just missed them, she thought. But when she got back to her apartment the voices were still humming softly through the wall.

"I think there's something fishy going on next door," Peg said at dinner that evening.

"What?" Dave asked. "Are our new neighbors witches or something?"

"I knew you'd say that," Peg said.

"Yeah, I hope they are witches," Skeet said as he shoved a huge piece of pie into his mouth. "I'll join them."

"I went over there to welcome them to the building and take them a pie," Peg said. "But there was no answer. Then, as soon as I got back, I heard voices coming through the wall."

"I think you'd better stop listening at the wall," Dave said.

"I wasn't listening," Peg said sternly. "It so happens that when it's quiet in here, you can hear voices from the next apartment."

"They probably just want privacy," Dave said. "I don't blame them."

"I'll bet they're criminals hiding out," Skeet said.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Peg told her son, then dropped the subject.

The next day, though, there were voices sifting through the wall again. Peg couldn't help pressing her ear to the wall even though she knew she wouldn't be able to hear what was being said.

The conversation was softer this time. There seemed to be a strange quality to the voices, though. Gradually, the voices became softer, then they merged into a sing-song chant and grew louder again.

Peg kept her ear pressed to the wall. The first thing she thought of were the scenes of witches described in her book. Witches had all sorts of chants and rituals.

Whatever was going on over there was stirring up a lot of excitement in Peg.

But suddenly all imaginings of the supernatural vanished from Peg's mind as she realized what she was listening to-a woman in sexual ecstasy! How could she have been so stupid? Dave was right all along. She had let her imagination go wild.

Now that the sounds were identified, though, Peg remained with her ear against the wall. After all, witchcraft wasn't the only thing Peg was interested in. Sex was high on her list of favorite topics.

Never before had she been so turned on by the sounds of someone else fucking. Soon, she was panting, and her cunt seeped juice into the hot crotch of her panties. Each cry of sexual joy coming through the wall tore at her heart and made her long to have her own pussy filled!

She hadn't even noticed that she had lifted a hand and placed it on her own tit until she squeezed her fingers into the softness of her tit.

Then she gasped with pleasure, although she was shocked at her behavior.

There was no way she could resist bringing herself to a climax now. If she didn't, there was no telling what the lust she felt might do to her health. So, feeling foolish and silly, she began unfastening her slacks.

With a hand on her tit and another in her slacks, Peg was on her way to sexual ecstasy. She even began to moan, but not loud enough to be heard by the fucking couple next door.

With her hand crammed into her undies, Peg grabbed her pussy, filling her fingers with her pudgy pussy mound. Her fingers lay on either side of her tender cunt crack, being heated and moistened. Just massaging her cunt mound sent waves of pleasure through her.

Usually Peg finger-fucked slowly. But now there was some urgency-she wanted to come while the woman next door was still moaning.

So Peg spread the lips of her cunt with two fingers and entered her gaping cunt gash with her middle finger. Right up her tight fuckhole she reached while continuing to massage her soft pussy mound with her palm.

"Ohhhhh!" she cried.

The desperate cries from the other side of the wall seemed to be growing in volume. Peg stirred her cunt vigorously, bringing herself to the verge of a climax. But then she slowed her finger, maintaining her passion but not reaching for an orgasm. She would ride the crest of this wave until the wails of lust next door began to subside. Then she would trigger her own bliss.

Peg could play with her pussy like a musician playing his instrument. Being a housewife had given her the opportunity to practice her masturbatory skills, and she had become an expert.

It seemed she would have some time to enjoy her passion now, so she let go of her tit and unbuttoned her blouse. She toppled one tit free of her bra and lifted it toward her face. She took her own erect nipple into her mouth and began sucking noisily.

It wasn't easy to stand like that: her ear to the wall, her legs bent and spread to give her access to her cunt, and her head lowered to her naked tit. She looked ridiculous. But she was also the picture of kinky perversion!

So when the door opened and her husband Dave stepped in, he was amazed at what he found. Peg, of course, was equally amazed to be caught. For several seconds, both of them stared at each other, too shocked to move. Peg had let her tit slip from her mouth, though, and it quivered on her chest.

"What are you doing home?" Peg finally said as she pulled her wet hand from her pants and stood up straight. "I didn't expect you."

"Obviously not!" Dave said as his eyes remained fastened to the disheveled woman.

Then Dave noticed the sound coming through the wall. His eyes indicated as much as they left his wife and turned to the wall as though he could see through it.

"I couldn't help it," Peg said. "I heard them and . . . and I got horny."

Peg felt humiliated as she stared at Dave, tall, blond, perfectly dressed in his gray suit and red tie. She was very aware of how she looked with her tit hanging out, her slacks opened, her wet hand held behind her back like a kid hiding the cookies she'd been caught stealing.

Suddenly, Peg turned and ran into the bedroom. She threw herself onto the bed, hoping Dave would leave her alone with her misery.

When she heard him enter the room, she curled up, trying to disappear. But Dave came to the bed, sat down and put a hand gently on her shoulder.

"Come on, honey," he said. "Don't be embarrassed. It's nothing."

But Peg curled up into a tighter knot.

"I don't blame you for taking the opportunity to masturbate," he continued. "It's exciting to hear someone moaning like that. I used to jerk off when I was a kid and heard my mother moaning like that down the hall."

This was interesting to Peg. Dave had never mentioned his own private habits to her, and she found it exciting to think of him with his prick in his hand. It didn't cure her own humiliation, though.

"Yeah, but you were just a kid then," she said softly.

"Oh, I still jerk off once in a while," Dave said. Now Peg was really interested! "When?" she asked.

Dave cleared his throat. "Sometimes late at night when you're asleep. Once I even jerked off in bed with you while holding your cunt in my hand."

Peg's humiliation was leaving her, and her lust was returning. What Dave was saying now was exciting. Suddenly, Peg saw sexual possibilities she'd never dreamed of before. But could she make them come true?

"At least I never caught you," she whined as pathetically as she could, still sounding wounded.

"I know," Dave said. "If you had, I would have felt as foolish and embarrassed as you do now."

Peg braced herself. "Then let me see you jerk off."

Still lying face down on the bed, Peg waited with eagerness for Dave to say something.

"I . . . I . . . don't think I could," Dave said. "Besides. I didn't really see you jerking off. You stopped as soon as I came in, and you had all your clothes on."

There was another silence. Peg knew what she wanted, and she forced herself to say so.

"I'll let you watch me if I can watch you," she said in a little girl's voice, which was appropriate for the childish request.

"All right," Dave said.

Peg rolled over and looked up. She was smiling wanly at her husband. Her tit was still visible, pushed up by her empty bra cup.

"Take off your clothes," Peg said, her voice suddenly seductive.

As Dave carefully removed his suit, tie and shirt, Peg stripped off her tight slacks, her blouse, her panties and her bra. She leaned against the head of the bed and spread her legs. Her pink pussy gash was wet.

Dave was soon as naked as her, and he sat on the bed with his legs surrounding Peg's. His prick towered above his belly, nodding in approval of Peg's kinky plan.

"Go ahead," Peg said. "You start first."

She was still reluctant to perform her secret exercise in front of Dave, even after fifteen years of marriage. Dave, also shy about his private practices, slowly reached for his prick. He wrapped his fist around his cock and began dragging the loose skin up and down over his hard-on. He kept his eyes on Peg's face, watching how she stared so intently at his prick.

Breathing through her mouth, her eyelids heavy with lust, Peg reached for her cunt.

She spread her thighs farther apart, giving Dave a good view of her yawning cunt slot. Her cute inner cunt lips opened, revealing the darkness in her fuck tunnel. Her hand descended over her tawny pussy hair, and she dipped the tips of her index, middle, and ring fingers into her spread cunt gash, covering her clit. Her pinky remained lifted daintily out of the way.

With a lazy circular motion, Peg rubbed her clit. Her inner pussy lips and her soft cunt mound moved as they were stretched and pushed.

Peg and Dave went slowly while feasting their eyes on something they'd never seen before. Peg loved the way Dave's balls bounced on his lower asscheeks as his fist moved up and down his cock. His body looked so taut and lean, with every muscle tensed.

Peg tried to give Dave a good show. She exaggerated the motion of her own body, making her tits jostle. So far, she had limited herself to the most rudimentary masturbatory motion- simply massaging her clit. But she began fucking her fingers into her pussy, stretching her inner cunt lips as she buried her fingers into her body as far as she could. Then, after a vigorous stir, she pulled them out and began massaging her clit again.

"Ahhhhh!" she sighed as her lust mounted.

With her eyes still glued to her husband's prick, Peg caught one of her quivering tits in her hand and kneaded it just as she had been doing when he walked in on her.

She saw Dave's gaze pried from her cunt by the way she played with her tit. Having him catch her finger-fucking made this the best masturbation session she'd ever had.

Peg decided to show Dave a trick she'd discovered only lately-a kinky trick that added excitement to her jerking off. Letting go of her tit, she switched hands at her cunt. Then she brought her wet fingers to her face and slipped them into her mouth.

Sucking the tasty cunt juice from her fingers brought Dave's eyes to her face for the first time since she began playing with her pussy. But Peg didn't notice because her eyes were still fastened to Dave's swollen cockhead.

"Mmmmmmm," she hummed in delight at the flavor of her pussy cream.

By this time, Dave was forcing himself to go slowly. Peg could tell by the way he was panting that he was getting close to sending his jism flying. And since she wanted to come when he did, she pressed her fingers more firmly on her clit and rubbed it with a faster motion.

She stopped switching hands and sucking her wet fingers, too. Instead, she grabbed her tit again and lifted it toward her face. Again she dipped her head and began sucking her nipple.

"Aaaaaaah," Peg gasped when her tit slipped from her grasp and popped from her mouth.

But she recaptured her tit and held it tighter and sucked harder. She was scrubbing her clit with a quick back-and-forth wipe now, as she always did when she was about to come.

"Mmmmmmm!" she hummed, gagged by the tit in her mouth as she hit a fabulous orgasm.

"Hahhhhh," Dave gasped as the first shot of pearly jism leaped from his purplish prickhead.

In the grip of dizzying passion, they looked into each other's eyes with affection. But they quickly looked down again to where the action was.

Dave's prick became a Roman candle sending fireballs of jism into the air above his stomach. His balls bobbed wildly with the motion of his pounding fist.

Peg's body was practically vibrating. Her arm was a blur and her fingers on her clit disappeared like the blades of a fan disappear. Her free tit danced crazily on her chest. Her other tit was still held to her mouth in a claw-like grip of her hand, but with her frenzied shaking she wasn't able to keep her nipple in her mouth. Rather, the nipple was wiped over her lips, cheeks, and chin. Then, with a wail of ecstasy, Peg let go of her tit, threw back her head, and went into a fit of orgasmic bliss.

"Eeeeeeee!" she squealed shrilly.

When she looked up again, Dave's hand was still, his prick shrinking. Both hand and prick were draped with streamers of jism.

It took Peg a while to stop. Her orgasms always died long deaths. When she was also motionless, satisfied and exhausted, she and Dave looked into each other's eyes again and giggled like children.

Peg, her mouth watering, crawled forward and licked Dave's jism from his prick, hand and belly. Then she curled up beside her husband.

"That was fun," she cooed.

"Yeah, good thing I came home for lunch," Dave said.

"Oh, you haven't had a thing to eat. What time do you have to be back at the office?"

"At one," Dave said. "I've got a long afternoon ahead of me."

"Oh, Dave, you can't go back without having something to eat."

"Make me a sandwich," he said. "I'll eat it on the way back to work."

Dave quickly dressed while Peg, still naked, threw a few slices of ham between two pieces of bread. She hated to see Dave grab the sandwich and run out of the apartment.

"Oh, hello," Peg heard Dave saying in the hallway. "You must be our new neighbors."

Peg wanted to run out into the hallway to see who her neighbors were. But she was naked, so she had to forgo the opportunity to see those strange people.

Chapter Three

Peg wasn't the only one to take an interest in the new neighbors. Skeet, Peg's son, was at the age where the sight of a sexy chick could cause palpitations of the heart, sweaty palms, and severe rigidity of the cock. So when he noticed the new woman sashaying down the hall to the door next to his own, he took notice.

That first time he saw her, Skeet stared at her ass wiggling heavily from side to side. Her asscheeks were so tightly wrapped in the red fabric of her slacks Skeet couldn't believe his eyes.

He'd been reading a comic book as he strolled down the hall, so he didn't notice the woman approaching. Suddenly, his nostrils were full of perfume. There was a quick moving shape beside him. Skeet looked up just in time to catch the profile of the chick's bouncing tits and her long black hair. Then he was left with the view of her swaying ass.

It was all over within ten seconds. But Skeet was left panting. His prick, on a hair trigger these days, swelled into a throbbing bat. The comic book was forgotten, as was the baseball game he was going out to play. Hurrying back to his own apartment, Skeet would have to take care of his horniness, although it would only be a temporary cure. As he passed the door the chick had passed through, he stared at it as though it were somehow made more interesting by hiding such a gorgeous creature.

"I thought you had a game," Peg said as she jumped aside to avoid being knocked over by Skeet, who rushed to his room.

"I forgot something," he said.

Once inside his sanctum, Skeet pulled down his pants. His prick was standing from his crotch, and he grabbed it. Closing his eyes and bringing back the picture of his neighbor's luscious ass, he began tugging on his cock. He didn't even bother to get one of his girlie magazines out of its hiding place in his closet.

It didn't take long. It never did, unless he was jerking off for the third or fourth time in one day. As his jism rushed into the Kleenex he'd wrapped around his prick, Skeet used all his imaginative power to bring the ass he'd seen to life. What would it be like to fill his hands with those plump asscheeks, or, better yet, to rest his face on them?

From his bedroom, Skeet rushed to the bathroom, then out of the apartment. His mother looked after him, wondering what he could have forgotten that a few minutes in his bedroom with the door closed could have restored.

Now there were two members of the Bryce family obsessed with the new neighbors.

That evening at dinner, Peg told Dave she'd heard him saying hello to their neighbor as he left after lunch. "What's she like?" she asked her husband.

Skeet's ears pricked up, and his prick sat up.

"Very attractive, actually," Dave said.

"And?" Peg asked.

"And what?" Dave countered.

"Tell me what she looks like. How old is she? Blonde, brunette? Fat, skinny?"

"Well," Dave began, still chewing, "I only got a quick glimpse. She's pretty young, in her twenties, I suppose. Black hair."

It was clear that was all Dave had to say. Skeet didn't add anything. He was already blushing and horny, and there was no point in calling attention to himself.

It was Thursday, Peg and Dave's movie night. Skeet decided to stay home and try to catch another peek at the chick next door.

Home alone, Skeet sat quietly in the living room. If he heard the chick leaving, he planned to rush out and walk her to the elevator, take it down with her, and see if he could start a conversation with her.

He always tried to be an optimist about these things, even though he knew his chances were poor. But he'd heard of boys being seduced by older women, and even if most of the stories were lies, some of them must have been true. Besides, just thinking about the remote possibility was exciting and fun.

Finally, Skeet did hear the door open and close. His heart began pounding as he rushed to the door. But there was no one in the hallway. He heard a man's voice behind the door.

"Hello, honey," the voice said.

No one had come out of the apartment, Skeet realized. Someone had gone in, and it was the chick's boyfriend or husband. But Skeet was only slightly disappointed. Even if she had a husband or boyfriend, she might still want to fuck him. She might like skinny young boys, or she might even be a nympho!

Skeet listed at the door. But he only heard indistinguishable murmurings. So he went back into his own apartment.

Before long, the neighbor's door was knocked on again. Voices and laughter were heard briefly, then the door was closed again.

Now laughter came through the wall. Skeet pressed his ear to the wall a few inches above where his mother has pressed her ear before. Like his mother, he heard only buzzings and mutterings. It was obvious that a party was going on, though.

Skeet, resigned to forget about being seduced that evening, took up his comic books and forgot about everything else.

But as he followed the adventures of Spiderman, his attention was slowly drawn to the sounds coming from next door. He looked up from his comic book.

It was music. The sort of music that was played for strip-teases was coming through the wall now. And people were whooping and laughing.

Suddenly Skeet was on fire. Someone might be stripping next door! Why not? After a few drinks, a chick might be willing to take off her clothes just for the hell of it.

Skeet stared at the wall as hard as he could. It was horrible having to imagine what was going on that he couldn't see. But maybe he could see. Maybe if he climbed onto the neighbor's balcony from his, he could peek into their apartment!

It was a wild idea. It would mean climbing around the partition between the balconies, hanging over the precipice with nothing beneath him but the sidewalk nine stories down. It would mean risking being caught-not a good way to begin a friendship with new neighbors. In short, it was a dumb, completely ridiculous idea.

But Skeet knew he was going to do it anyway! He couldn't resist. His horniness was too powerful to be denied. And he would have to hurry. After all, a chick might strip naked, then quickly dress again, and he would have missed it.

Skeet rushed out to the balcony and looked over at the other balcony around the brick wall that separated them. He purposely didn't look down, but the sound of traffic rising nine stories reminded him what would happen if he fell.

Shaking in every limb, Skeet climbed up on the railing. He hugged the edge of the brick partition and swung one foot around it. The music and laughter were louder now.

And just as he placed his foot on the railing of the balcony next door, someone yelled: "Take it off!"

This was it! If he didn't fall he would get an interesting show. But not falling was hardly something he could count on. There was nothing to hang onto, so he had to hug the partition with all his might as he swung his other leg around it. He forced himself to forget about the chance of being caught and the return trip he would have to make.

Hopping down from the railing, Skeet was immediately rewarded for his bravery. The view was not obscured by a drape, and Skeet looked right into the living room. In the middle of it was a woman dancing wildly, dressed only in a bra and panties.

Hiding under a table on the balcony, Skeet watched the show. His prick was painfully bent in his pants, and he struggled to adjust it as he watched the woman dancing.

It wasn't the chick he'd seen in the hallway. This woman had short blonde hair. But her body was spectacular. Her golden tits overflowed her bra as she shook to the beat of the music. The cheeks of her ass quivered and waved under the filmy material of her tiny panties.

Skeet was gasping in horniness as he watched. One pink nipple was showing as one of the chick's tits crept out of her bra with its crazy wobbling.

"Take it off!" a woman's voice called.

Skeet saw the black-haired chick sitting on a couch. She was holding a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Her body was wrapped in a black dress, even tighter than the outfit she'd worn when Skeet saw her in the hall.

There were two men in the room, too. But Skeet didn't want to bother looking at anyone but the chick stripping. He switched his gaze back to her just in time to see her grab one cup of her bra and yank it down, revealing a big, bouncing tit.

"Yeahhhhh!" the spectators screamed.

The chick had one tit in and one out of her bra as she continued dancing. The free tit swung and swayed wildly as the other remained quivering in its hammock.

Then the chick lifted her hands behind her back, unfastened the bra, and began swinging it around like a keychain. Now her tits were naked and followed their own inclinations, moving in a sympathetic, but different, motion than the rest of the woman's body. White where the sun never touched them, her tits wore bright pink nipples.

Skeet's eyes bulged. He'd grabbed a few sets of tits in the movie theater and even fished one of Mary Ann Clark's tits out of her jersey one night at a party. But he'd never seen anything like this!

The chick grabbed her own tits, holding them out like offerings toward her howling audience. She bent forward, shaking her ass behind her.

"Take it off," the black-haired woman repeated.

The thought that the chick might take off her last garment, that flimsy pair of undies, made Skeet's heart pound even harder. He'd never seen a real, living cunt-his only experience of a pussy was from the glossy pages of his hidden magazines.

When the woman hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, Skeet moved forward toward the windows. Every inch closer was important at a time like this.

Down came the chick's undies, but ever so slowly. She was circling the room, giving everyone a close look as her panties descended.

Skeet moved closer until his nose was almost pressed to a pane of the glass.

The top of a dark hairy patch was now visible over the panties. So was the deep crack of the chick's ass. Then her whole ass, its firm round cheeks shaking, became visible. Then her cunt was revealed.

With her undies around her thighs just below her crotch, the woman moved about, clutching her tits again.

Skeet stared at the chick's pussy. His eyes burrowed into her curly pussy hair, searching for her cunt crack. But he couldn't see it from this distance. When her ass was toward him, Skeet caressed it with his eyes, marveling at the way her asscheeks flapped about with the chick's wiggling hips.

The dancing woman was suddenly attacked by one of the men. He grabbed her underpants and pulled them down her long legs. She jumped out of them, and the man hugged her thighs before she could get away. On his knees, the man pressed himself to her legs and stuck his face into the nest of hair that covered her pussy.

Skeet was insane with fuck-lust. It was as though he'd climbed into another world when he rounded that partition-nothing like what he was seeing existed in his world.

Skeet watched with awe as the woman stood still, spread her legs, and grabbed the man kneeling before her by his hair. The man tilted his head back and moved his mouth below the hairy triangle of her cunt.

Skeet panted. His heart raced. He was beyond horniness now. The sight before him turned him into a quivering circuit of excitement. Like a stone-age aborigine suddenly thrust into the middle of an amusement park, Skeet was experiencing something entirely new. Not that he'd never heard of cunt-lapping, but the reality of it, right in front of him, was too much to register sensibly.

"Ahhhhhh!" the blonde moaned as the man's head began nodding between her thighs.

She bent forward, hanging her big tits almost to the top of the man's head. The man had grabbed her ass, but the rest of the chick's body shook, not to the music now, but to the rhythm of her passion.

Her legs spread wider as she wiggled her feet farther to the sides. The man crouched lower between them, tilting his head farther back to keep his tongue in the woman's cunt.

Skeet's eyes were fixed on the sight. But then he saw the black-haired woman stand up and begin to undress. When her tits were bared, Skeet switched his focus to her. Then his eyes traveled back and forth from the cunt-lapping action to the dark woman undressing.

The other man, a tall, gray-haired man, stood up and began undressing, too.

"Ohhhhh!" the woman with a cuntful of lashing tongue cried out in a desperate moan that went right to Skeet's heart.

When the black-haired chick was naked, she took her gorgeous body to where the blonde stood with spread legs. Standing so close to the blonde her huge tits touched hers, the dark woman began to run her hands over the cunt-lapped woman's sweat-coated body.

Scooping up the blonde's tits in her hands and kissing the blonde on her sweaty face, the dark chick showed she was as interested in the female body as Skeet was.

Skeet took in the scene as a camera might. He was too far gone to get any more excited-the next step would be death by horniness. He was even too excited to think about jerking off.

The gray-haired man now came up to the dark chick, his stiff prick leading the way. He pressed his cock to her ass as he grabbed one of her tits and one of the blonde's. Now the only person with any clothing on was the man on his knees sucking the blonde chick's cunt.

Slowly, the three naked people sank to the floor. Then they were all lying on the floor in a jumble of arms, legs, and nodding and bobbing heads.

Dizzy and reeling, Skeet tried to follow the action, but it was impossible to see exactly what was going on. A chorus of groans and sighs drifted out to him.

Having gotten somewhat used to what was going on, but still dizzy with lust, Skeet managed to get his vibrating cock out of his pants. He grabbed it and was soon joining the others in ecstasy, from a distance.

Once he'd shot his load, he realized what a chance he'd taken to peek. But he couldn't tear himself away. It wasn't until the four fuckers were lying still that Skeet retreated to the railing and climbed back to his own turn. He was limp and shaking, so the climb took longer than the first climb when he'd had his horniness to spur him on.

By the time Skeet was back in his own bedroom, he couldn't believe what he'd seen. Still trembling, Skeet undressed and got into bed. When his trembling stopped, he slipped into a deep sleep.

Chapter Four

Peg finally saw her neighbor. Coming down the hall from the elevator, Peg saw the petite, black-haired woman leave her apartment and come toward her. Peg thought she would take this opportunity to invite the woman and her husband over for a drink after dinner.

But as soon as the black-haired woman spotted Peg, her eyes opened wide and she turned and hurried back to her door. She opened it with frantic speed and disappeared inside.

Peg was stunned. She'd never seen anything like this. And as soon as she was in her own apartment, Peg heard her neighbor leaving again, hurrying down the hall. Naturally, Peg assumed that the woman had been trying to avoid her.

"Don't be silly," Dave said to Peg that evening when she'd explained what had happened. "Why should she want to avoid you?"

"I can't imagine," Peg said. "But if you'd seen her, you would believe me. She acted like she'd seen a ghost."

"I'm sure there's some logical explanation," Dave said. "Come on, honey. Come to bed."

Peg did go to bed and got under the covers, but when Dave reached for one of her tits, she told him she wasn't in the mood. Why should she fuck a man who wouldn't believe what she had told him, even when she'd told him the exact truth?

The next day, Peg had another strange encounter with her neighbor.

Actually, it was Skeet who encountered the woman, but Peg saw what happened. Peg was on the balcony when she spotted the woman coming down the sidewalk. From above, Peg admired her shining black hair and her tits which protruded far in front of her, bouncing with her light gait. As the woman neared the building, Peg saw Skeet across the street with his friend Timmy. Skeet said goodbye to Timmy and ran across the street to the entrance to the apartment building. But when Skeet saw the woman he stopped in his tracks. He turned and walked away as though he was afraid of the new neighbor.

"What do you think of that?" Peg asked Dave that evening when she told him what she had seen.

"What did Skeet say?"

"I didn't mention it to him," Peg said. "I couldn't. I don't know why, but I thought I'd better not."

"Well if you'd asked him you probably would have gotten a logical explanation," Dave said. "He probably just decided to go to the store before coming up."

"You wouldn't say that if you'd seen the way he stopped so suddenly just as he saw the woman," Peg said. "It was as though he'd run into a brick wall. Then he slinked away like he was terrified."

"Okay," Dave said. "Maybe you have a point. I'll ask Skeet about it tomorrow. Now come to bed. And I hope you're in the mood to fuck tonight. I sure am!"

"I have a headache," Peg said as she got into bed and curled up with her back toward Dave.

The next day Peg watched for a chance to confront her neighbor. But she never heard the door open. Nor were there any other sounds coming from next door.

When Skeet got home from school, Peg decided to ask him about his behavior the day before.

"I don't know what you mean," he said, his face burning. "Oh, I know. I went to the store before coming home. The new comics come in about this time every month."

Peg could tell when Skeet was lying, but she let it go by.

"Did you ask Skeet about yesterday?" Dave asked his wife before dinner.

"Yes," Peg said. "You were right. He went to the store."

"See. I told you there would be a logical explanation, didn't I?"

It wasn't easy for Peg to contain her anger. Dave was so smug. But she decided not to tell him that Skeet was obviously lying. It would do no good. Besides, after two nights without sex, Peg was horny. This was no time to start an argument.

So Peg tried to put the neighbors out of her mind. All evening she waited for bedtime, her tits longing to be squeezed and her cunt moist. Even when strange music was heard through the wall, Peg kept her cool and didn't even mention it to Dave. She wasn't going to take any chances with her horniness. She had to get fucked.

Skeet was making his usual frequent trips from his bedroom to the kitchen. But when he was out of sight, Peg went to where Dave was sitting in his easy chair. She sat on the arm and leaned over him. Her tits hung right in front of his face, her blouse hanging open so he could get a good view.

"Let's fuck!" Peg whispered hoarsely.

Dave met her gaze and smiled. "What a wonderful idea!"

They hurried to their bedroom and closed the door. Often, they would go into their room and fuck before Skeet went to bed. He knew enough to leave his parents alone at times like these.

Peg and Dave undressed slowly and seductively. Peg knew how much Dave loved to watch her undress, so she gave him as good a show as she could.

After taking off her blouse she went to the closet and got a hanger. She carefully put the blouse on it and hung it up, all the while moving with an exaggerated motion that made her tits shimmer in her tiny bra cups. Then she pulled down her slacks and hung them up. She thrust out her pretty ass, giving Dave a mouth-wateringly provocative view through the sheer material of her undies. Her asscrack showed clearly.

By now Dave was naked, his prick stiff and nodding. He lay down on the bed and enjoyed the sight of his gorgeous wife as she slowly removed her watch and necklace. She put both those items on her dresser, then faced her husband.

With her eyes on his standing prick, Peg reached behind her and unfastened her bra. As it fell away from her tits, they sagged a bit, resting on her ribs. But Dave didn't mind. He remembered how firm her tits had been almost twenty years before when they were married. He loved her tits then, and he loved them now. There was nothing sweeter than filling his hands with one of those globes of softness.

Peg's pink nipples were as large as silver dollars, and then they were erect, as they were now, the nipples were as big as the tip of Dave's thumb.

When Peg bent over, dragging her undies down her firm, strong legs, Dave thrilled at the sight of her tits hanging low from her chest. Then Peg stood, swinging her tits back up. Playfully, Peg threw her undies at Dave's face. He caught them, then held them to his nose.

"You've been leaking pussy juice into your undies!" he said. "They smell delicious!"

"I've been horny all day," Peg said as she jumped into bed.

They grabbed each other eagerly. Squeezing themselves together, they kissed with their tongues wagging into each other's mouth. Peg's tits spread over Dave's chest, and his hard cock warmed Peg's tummy.

Reaching around her waist, Dave filled a hand with one of his wife's asscheeks. His fingers explored her asscrack. It was hot and tender between her asscheeks, and near the lower extreme Dave felt the moistness of her crotch.

Horny and eager to have her cunt played with, Peg lifted a leg and wrapped it around Dave's thighs. That opened her crotch to his fingers.

Dave took the hint. Reaching farther over Peg's ass, he moved his fingertips into her crotch. Finding the rear corner of her cunt, he dipped his fingers into its swampy pit.

"Ummmmm!" Peg moaned into Dave's mouth.

Moving her body up Dave's so he could reach more of the folds of her pussy, Peg dragged her tits closer to Dave's face.

"Ahhhhhh!" she gasped as Dave's fingers invaded the depths of her cunt.

Taking his mouth from hers, Dave kissed his way down Peg's hot and fragrant neck, over her chest to her tits. She arched her back, pulling her tits higher and closer to Dave's hungry mouth.

At first, he covered her tits with light kisses and licks. His tongue circled her nipples and fluttered over them. And all the while, his fingers were buried and wiggling in the tight confines of her pussy.

Peg was in heaven! She loved it when Dave ravaged her like this. She felt completely vulnerable with his teeth on her tits and his fingers impaling her pussy.

"Ohhhhh!" she sighed desperately, the pitch of her breathless voice rising as Dave's teeth sank into the supple flesh of her tit, his tongue swirling around her hard nipple.

Dave sucked hard on her nipple. He opened his mouth wider and filled it with more of her tit. Then he bit down hard again, making Peg cry softly.

"Aaaaaah, Dave! That feels soooo good!"

Dave had pulled his fingers from Peg's soupy cunt and was now running his fingertips over the delicate ridges of her inner cunt lips. He liked the way those pussy lips slithered under his fingers. And when he reached her clit, he loved the way Peg shivered with pleasure. Back and forth he ran his fingers over her soaked cunt gash as she shivered and gasped with increasing passion.

Peg was holding Dave's face in her arms, pressing his face to her tits as she writhed in rapture.

Munching her nipples, Dave kept his fingers massaging Peg's cunt slot. From her asshole to her clit, he stroked and rubbed as the woman went wild in his embrace. She was going to come! Dave liked to give her an early orgasm. She could have more, and having had one, Peg was a dynamo and would do the kinkiest things!

"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" she gasped as she was consumed by ecstasy.

Peg's tits quivered on Dave's face as she shook with overflowing sexual bliss.

Dave's cockhead pressed against the hairy mound of Peg's cunt, and, as she wiggled and writhed, her curly hair tickled his cock with happy results. But most of all, Dave enjoyed holding a voluptuous woman shaking with the joy of an orgasm.

He kept his fingers traveling over Peg's slippery pussy gash until she closed her thighs, clamping his hand and telling him she'd had enough for the moment.

Now it was his turn, Dave thought with a warm flash of joy.

Moving slowly after her climax, Peg moved down Dave's body. She rolled him onto his back and kissed his chest, then his belly.

Dave looked down and watched. Peg still wore a blissful expression on her face as she neared his cock. Her lips and nose moved to the side and slipped down to Dave's thigh, bypassing his prick. Then she moved her face to his other thigh while her tits lay on his knees.

It was a treat watching Peg kissing him in a circle around his crotch, getting closer and closer to his cock. Peg knew how to make a good thing better by providing suspense. Dave was a lucky guy and he knew it.

She still hadn't touched his prick or balls, and his prick was twitching madly. Finally, Peg lifted her face over his crotch, holding her mouth near his prickhead so it slapped against her lips as it throbbed. Then Peg stuck her tongue out, letting his prick slap its soft, warm surface.

Slowly Peg opened her mouth and moved her head forward. As she took his prick into her hot mouth, Dave lifted his ass, hurrying the process. He did this automatically, his passion taking over.

With her mouth open wide, Peg fitted Dave's prick into it. His cock lay on her tongue while her teeth held it and the roof of her mouth bore down on it.

Then Peg brought her hand to his balls and caressed them. Her fingers tightened around those tender balls. She began wiggling her tongue around, sending waves of pleasure through Dave's prick. The man tensed every muscle as he was filled with lust. And the sight of Peg's pretty face with his thick cock stuck into it added to the joy of having his prick bathed in her hot mouth.

"Oh, baby! You're wonderful!" Dave sighed.

Peg began to lift her head, sliding his prick almost out of her mouth. Then she lowered her face again, taking his prick deep down her throat.

With a slow but steady rhythm, Peg lifted and dropped her head, fucking Dave's cock in and out of her mouth. Her saliva made his cockshaft shine in the light that came from the bathroom.

"Want to come in my mouth?" Peg asked as she took her mouth from his prick momentarily.

She was already taking his prick down her throat again when Dave said he'd rather fuck her.

Peg could tell by the powerful twitches of his prick that he was ready. So she let go of his prick and balls and crawled up beside him. Dave grabbed her and rolled over on top of her. She spread her legs around his hips. They both reached for his prick to guide it into her eager cunt.

"Aaaaaah!" Dave gasped as he fucked into Peg's pussy.

The hot grip of her cunt around his taut cockhead always made Dave gasp. He rested his pubic bone on Peg's, fucking his prick to the hilt in her pussy.

By this time, Peg's recent orgasm seemed ages ago to her. She was ready for another-sucking Dave's prick always keyed her up to come!

Dave began pumping, and Peg, beneath him, moved her hips up and down to meet Dave's fuck-thrusts.

As he fucked her, Dave reached around her hip to her ass. He liked to hold her ass, helping her lift it as he fucked his prick high up her cunt. Then he moved his fingers into her asscrack and down to her cunt.

Then Dave found Peg's asshole with the tip of his middle finger. He loved to stick his finger up her ass once in a while, even though he didn't think Peg was wild about the idea. But it added so much joy to fucking that he did it, anyway.

Prying his way into her asshole, Dave fucked his finger to the first knuckle. He could feel his prick pumping on the other side of the thin wall that separated her cunt from her ass.

"How does this feel?" Dave asked, the first time he'd done so.

"Okay," Peg whispered.

"Does it feel good? Does it hurt?"

"It feels all right," she said. "It hurts a little, but not much."

Dave slipped his finger out of her ass, wet it again with the juice that oozed from her cunt, then reinserted it.

"Is that better?" he asked.

"Yeah," Peg said, still not sounding enthusiastic.

Dave was being slowly consumed by a kinky idea. Now, suddenly, he was desperate to fuck his prick up Peg's ass! He didn't know why. But it seemed like a wonderful thing to try.

Like a kid afraid of being turned down for a special treat, Dave hesitated. But finally his need overcame his fear.

"Let me fuck you up the ass!" he whispered breathlessly.

Peg's mouth opened in shock as she stared up at Dave's face inches above her own.

"Come on, let's give it a try," he said. "If it hurts, we'll stop."

Peg thought it was a weird request. She was nearing an orgasm, and the thought of having her asshole fucked didn't excite her at all. But she hated to disappoint Dave.

"All right," she said as calmly as she could.

Dave's mouth stretched into a broad smile. He pulled his prick from Peg's cunt, lifted her thighs, and aimed his cockhead at her asshole.

He could barely see that tiny target, but he managed to press his prick to it. Peg grabbed his cock, too, helping as much as she could.

"Relax," Dave whispered.

"I'm trying to," Peg gasped.

Dave felt his prickhead enter her asshole. But he only managed to get his prick's tip in. Then, as he tried to alter the angle of attack, his cock slipped out.

"Roll over!" Dave ordered.

Peg obeyed, turning on her stomach and presenting Dave with the wide expanse of her ass. She spread her thighs, her knees bent and her feet raised.

Dave quickly climbed between her thighs and brought his throbbing cock to the bottom of her ass where her asscrack widened like a river delta.

He stuck his fingers into her asscrack, too, feeling his way like a blind man. He fucked his finger a little way into her asshole, then brought his prick to his finger. As he pulled his finger out, he replaced it with his prick.

"Owwwww!" Peg cried as her asshole stretched around Dave's cock.

"Hhhhhh!" Dave gasped as he felt the tight lining of Peg's ass sliding over his invading prick.

Down, down, his prick fucked into the deep void of his wife's asshole. This was virgin territory, and Dave was as excited as any virgin!

When he got his prick buried as far as it seemed possible, Dave began fucking. What a sensation! This was totally different from fucking a pussy. Tighter, drier, and much kinkier, this was a fabulous way to fuck!

Peg, ready for a painful, unpleasant experience, bit down on the corner of a pillow. But there wasn't much pain at all, she found. And what little pain she felt was overshadowed by forbidden pleasure!

"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned in a new song of rapture.

Dave didn't know which was more exciting: the way her narrow asshole was yielding to his prick, or the outrageous perversion he was committing.

Peg shoved her hand down between the bed and her belly, reaching for her cum. If she could get her finger on her clit, she could give herself an orgasm and join Dave in heavenly bliss. By sending her hand farther down every time Dave's prick was on the backstroke, she managed to reach her pussy. As soon as she pressed a finger to her cut, a climax began to rage through her cunt.

"Oh! Ah!" Dave cried with huge gulps of breath.

He filled Peg's ass with jism. She noticed how with the jism felt different shooting up her asshole. But these thoughts came through a storm of her own orgasmic excitement.

Dave kept fucking until he was drained. Then he let the weight of his body rest on his wife's back as they both panted like marathon runners.

"That was wonderful!" Dave breathed. "Did you like it?"

"Yeah, I did! It was weird but nice!" Peg admitted.

But as they rested, Peg suddenly thought of the book she'd been reading. Why hadn't she thought of it sooner? There was a whole chapter on the sexual side of witchcraft, and getting fucked up the ass was one of the things witches loved best! She remembered reading about the woman who was burned at the stake for taking cock up the ass.

"Ow! Get off me, Dave. It hurts!" she said as she began wiggling out from under him.

"Sorry," Dave said as he pulled his prick from her ass.

They lay as usual after fucking. But Peg had to fight with an urge to get away from the man who had forced her into such perversion-a witches' perversion.

Chapter Five

The next time Skeet was left alone for an evening, he naturally wanted to get another peek into his neighbor's apartment.

Now, though, there were no sounds of merriment coming through the wall. For all he knew, there might be no one at home next door. But he had to find out.

So once again he made the perilous climb to the neighboring balcony. Again the windows in the balcony doors gave him a perfect view into the well-lighted living room. But this time the room was empty.

Even with nothing to see, however, Skeet gasped for breath and trembled. Hope had stirred his passions, and he knew he was in danger of being caught. As his heart pounded loudly in his ears, he wondered if this was worth it.

But then the black-haired gorgeous creature strolled into the room, and Skeet forgot everything else.

She was wearing a robe; her feet were bare. As Skeet thought of the naked body beneath that garment, his prick stiffened and began to throb.

The woman picked up a magazine and sat down on the couch, her legs curled up beneath her. The robe was opened to her tits, and Skeet saw the tops of those creamy tit mounds. But she seemed to be alone, and there didn't seem to be much hope of an interesting show.

Skeet began to regret coming over to her balcony. He considered sneaking back, but he would risk being seen if he tried it.

Feeling trapped and dismayed, Skeet cursed the horniness that drove him to such extremes. Skeet wished she would go to another room long enough for him to climb back to his own balcony.

As though she'd heard his wishes, she got up from the couch. Skeet was ready to beat it as soon as the woman was out of sight.

But rather than leaving the living room, she began walking toward the balcony doors. Skeet almost panicked.

The woman was gripping the lapels of her robe as she slowly strolled to the doors. Skeet tried to hide under the table. If she didn't come outside, he might still get away with his peeking.

From beneath the table Skeet could see the woman from the waist down. She'd stopped at the door. She must be looking out at the city's skyline, he thought-something his mother liked to do while standing at the glass doors, and as often as not she never went outside. Skeet prayed this chick would do the same.

But then the balcony doors swung open. Skeet tried to make himself tiny as he crouched motionless beneath the table. If only he could disappear!

A few feet away from him, the woman's bare feet trod the cool cement of the balcony. Skeet had never been so terrified in his life. He would have given anything to be anywhere but under that table. Now if the woman found him it would be such a shock to her she might become hysterical. She would scream, run into her apartment, and call the police. He would be arrested, disgraced, and his life would be ruined.

"You might as well come out from under there," the woman said coolly.

For a second Skeet didn't believe what he'd heard. Then he tried to tell himself that she wasn't talking to him. Finally, he crawled out from under the table and stood up.

"Hi," he said. "I was looking for my cat. I think she came over here."

He knew it was a transparent lie. But it was the only thing he could think of.

"Did you see a cat out here?" he asked.

The woman merely stared at him, neither smiling nor frowning. She was even more beautiful than he'd thought. Her face was pale, framed by her jet-black hair. Her eyes were almost as dark as her hair. Her nose was thin and straight and her lips thin yet well formed.

"Come in," she said, still not giving Skeet a hint about how she felt about finding him hiding under the table on her balcony.

Just being in that living room, the scene of the incredible orgy he'd witnessed, alone with this gorgeous creature was taking the edge off Skeet's panic. The woman seemed harmless, and he knew what sort of sexual creature she was. A glimmer of hope was rekindled in him.

"What color was it?" she asked calmly.

"Huh?" Skeet asked dumbly.

"Your cat. What color was it?" Skeet wished she'd drop the cat business. She couldn't possibly believe it, anyhow. But he deserved to have his nose rubbed in his lie, and he'd be lucky if that were to be his only punishment. "Black," he said.

"Haven't seen it," the woman said. "What's your name?"

"Charles. But everyone calls me Skeet."

The woman bent to pick up a pack of cigarettes from the coffee table in front of the couch. As she did, her robe fell away from her chest, giving Skeet a good but quick glimpse of her naked tits. In spite of his discomfort, his prick began to grow again.

"Mine's Fran," she said as she snapped a flame into life on a gold lighter and lit her cigarette.

Staring helplessly, Skeet watched how her cheeks were pulled in as she dragged on the cigarette. Then she put down the pack and lighter, giving him another view of her tits. He saw how round and firm her tits were, and saw the erect buttons of her dark nipples.

With perfect grace, she moved around the table and sank into the couch. Then she motioned for Skeet to sit down at the opposite end. He banged his knee on the edge of the table and yelped before sitting down.

"In the future, I wish you'd come to the door and ask my permission to search for your cat on my balcony," Fran said. "I have a habit of walking around naked and I like privacy. Besides, you could have fallen."

Her words made Skeet squirm.

"Sorry," he offered. "I didn't want to bother you."

"It wouldn't have been a bother," Fran said. "I like to have neighbors drop in. I would have offered you something to drink and we could have gotten to know one another."

Skeet liked this woman and was almost glad she had caught him on her balcony. And deep inside him was the hope he could fuck her. After all, she had been in the orgy-so why shouldn't she want to fuck him?

"I guess I should offer you something, anyhow," Fran said. "Just because you came over the railing is no reason to be a poor hostess. Coffee?"

She bent over to knock an ash into an ashtray on the table and gave Skeet another glimpse of one perfect tit.

"Uh, do you have any Coke?"

"Sure," Fran said. "Do you like ice in it?"

"Okay," Skeet said as he watched her ass switching back and forth as she glided from the room.

Skeet took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. He'd never met a chick like this before, nor had he been caught peeking into someone's home. But Fran seemingly had forgiven him. Now, if she would only fuck him!

As she carried two glasses of Coke into the room, Skeet tried not looking at her tits. It wasn't easy. Her erect nipples showed on the silken material of her robe. Since her tits bounced slightly as she walked, her nipples were getting stimulated by the fabric, Skeet realized. Then, as she put his Coke down, he got the best view yet of her tits. Even when Fran sat down next to him his eyes remained wide from the glory of the sight.

Now, with the woman so close, Skeet had the warmth and fragrance of her body to contend with besides her beauty and gracefulness. It was an overpowering combination!

Fran sat back and sipped the drink she'd brought in for herself. It looked like some sort of whiskey on ice, and Skeet felt childish sipping a Coke.

"You keep looking at my tits," Fran said. "Are you that desperate?"

Skeet was suddenly as flustered as he'd been when he was caught on the balcony. His face turned red and he choked on his Coke. He had to jump up and gasp for breath.

"I'd better be going," he said.

"Oh, that was stupid of me," she said. "I'm sorry. I say the wrong thing all the time." Fran ran to the door and blocked Skeet's way. "Please don't go!"

Now Skeet stood less than a foot from Fran. He noticed that she was shorter than him as she looked up at his face with a serious expression.

Fran stepped forward and put her hands on Skeet's shoulders. When the firm mounds of her tits touched the boy's chest, he began staggering backward, but Fran kept moving forward, pressing herself to him.

"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings," she cooed. "Let me make it up to you!"

Skeet's brain was spinning with confusion and lust. But he was able to stop his retreat and hold his ground. Fran moved into his embrace and kissed him.

Her lips were so incredibly soft and warm! Her tits were crushed on his chest as Skeet encircled her with his arms. His prick swelled again, and he wondered if Fran could feel it growing against her belly.

Skeet had kissed a lot of girls. But they had all been girls his own age, and they didn't kiss like this. Besides, if the kiss led to some tit-grabbing, Skeet thought he was lucky. But now he was kissing this older woman-a woman he'd seen in an orgy!

Fran swayed in Skeet's embrace, rubbing her tits on his chest and her belly on his trapped prick. Her tongue met his between their open mouths.

"Let me give you a better look at what you were peeking at," Fran said as she stepped back from Skeet's trembling body.

She gave the sash of her robe a quick tug and its knot fell apart, letting the robe fall open. Fran's nipples were still hidden by the sides of the robe but the tender valley between her tits was exposed. So was her belly button and, below that, her cunt!

Skeet's eyes fastened to the dark triangle of wiry cunt curls. Her pussy hair was so black it looked blue and silver as the light glinted from it. Framed by the smooth, soft skin of Fran's belly and thighs, her pussy looked especially inviting.

Skeet was already panting with horny rage. Fran enjoyed the sight of the boy so awed by her beauty, and she was able to share his wild excitement.

She opened the robe fully and slipped it from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor behind her.

"God!" Skeet gasped as he stared in wonder at the sight.

Fran's tits were even more magnificent than he'd noticed when he saw her in the orgy. Of course, standing this close gave him a better view. Now he could see how round and firm her tits were. And her brown nipples made his mouth water.

Skeet moved forward and embraced the naked woman again. He shoved his tongue into her mouth and he squeezed her to him, feeling her erect nipples on his chest. Then he moved one hand from her back to one of her tits and spread his fingers over it.

"Mrammra!" Fran hummed into Skeet's mouth.

The boy was almost out of control with excitement. But his curiosity kept his hands exploring. After squeezing Fran's tit, he slid his hand toward her cunt.

But before he reached that hot nest, Fran wiggled out of his embrace. For a second, Skeet was terrified that it was all over.

"Follow me," Fran said as she turned and walked out of the room.

Watching her naked ass, that same lovely ass that had made him so horny when he saw it swishing down the hallway, Skeet followed eagerly. Now that her ass was naked, Skeet appreciated it even more. Her asscheeks were wide, round, and heavy. A dimple near her waist on each asscheek completed the picture.

When Fran turned to face the boy again, they were in her bedroom. Skeet was only dimly aware of what was happening, though, since he couldn't take his eyes off Fran's nakedness.

"Get undressed, honey," Fran said.

This was it, Skeet realized! He was finally going to get fucked, if he could only pull himself together.

As he fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, he kept his eyes on Fran. It took him so long to unfasten the first button Fran stepped up to him and helped. So Skeet gave up and let the woman undress him as though he were a child.

Fran's nimble fingers soon had Skeet's shirt unbuttoned, and, as she pulled it back off his shoulders, her tits touched the boy's naked chest. He trembled.

But when Fran began unfastening Skeet's belt, he really began shaking. Fran wondered if he was going to faint before she got a chance to fuck him. She thought she'd better hurry. So she dropped to her knees and pulled down his zipper. He tried to help, but his hands just wouldn't work.

Still kneeling before the lust-stricken boy, Fran tugged his jeans down. Then she reached up and pulled down his underpants.

"Ahhhh!" Skeet cried as his prick sprang from its prison and almost whacked Fran across the face.

Skeet looked down at the most exciting scene he'd ever imagined. The gorgeous woman kneeling in front of him began moving her hands up and down his thighs and stomach as she stared at the bouncing tip of his big prick.

"What a big, beautiful cock!" Fran said through clenched teeth.

With his jeans and underpants around his ankles, Skeet swayed and trembled. Fran wrapped her fingers around his prick.

There was nothing in the world like having a soft, cool, feminine hand caressing his hard, twitching cock, Skeet found. His passion was rising like bubbles in a bottle of champagne.

But still more unbelievable things were happening as Skeet stared down at Fran. She moved -her hand from his prick after petting his bloated cockhead. She took his balls into a tight grip. Then her face began moving toward Skeet's prick! But he didn't imagine she was going to suck his cock until he saw her mouth open.

For a virginal kid to have his prick sucked by a vision of sexy loveliness like Fran was too much. Skeet barely felt her hot mouth surrounding his prick-knob. He didn't even notice her tongue swirling around beneath the most sensitive part of his prick. To Skeet, the whole experience was a blast of pure ecstasy.

"Ahhhhh!" he yelled as his orgasm went off like a volcanic eruption. Leaning heavily on Fran's shoulders, Skeet pumped his hips blindly, instinctively as he filled the woman's mouth with a generous gift of jism.

Fran struggled to drink his cock cream before it flowed down her chin.

Skeet had never had such an orgasm! He hardly knew where he was or what was happening to him. First of all, he was too excited, and secondly, he couldn't believe that he could be so lucky.

The next thing he knew, he was lying on a cool bed and Fran was tugging his jeans and underpants from his ankles where they'd been left. She pulled off his sneakers, socks and everything in one jumble and dropped them. Then she lay down beside the boy and ran her hand over his forehead.

"How was that?" she asked. "Did you like it?"

Skeet only stared at her like a dumb animal. After all, the question needed no answer.

Fran had only asked to see what state Skeet was in. She was dying to have her cunt filled with his prick, and she longed to see him revived. Knowing how horny he was, she had decided to let him come once to relieve the pressure. Then he would be able to give her the sort of fucking she wanted-long and hard!

Skeet's prick had collapsed onto his stomach, but as soon as Fran ran her hands over his chest, his cock began to rise slowly. She kissed him on the mouth, then all over his face.

As Skeet caught his breath, he began to run his hands over Fran's body. He filled both hands with her tits, watching how his fingers sank into that amazing softness. He pinched her nipples. Then, reviving like only a teenager could, he lifted his face to one of her round tits and took her nipple deep into his mouth and sucked hungrily.

Fran smiled to herself with happiness. She couldn't resist grabbing Skeet's prick, measuring it and thrilling with the anticipation of having this hard young cock fuck her pussy.

Sucking eagerly on her tit, Skeet reached for Fran's pussy. As his fingers moved through her cunt hair, he felt her spreading her thighs. What a delightful switch from the girls he knew who resisted every advance!

Skeet was amazed how wet Fran's pussy was. He'd heard that chick's cunts got wet when they were hot, but he never knew if it was really true. It was! And he found he could slide his fingers around in her fleshy cunt gash with that juice lubricating his way.

"Ohhhhh!" Fran moaned as Skeet's strong, blunt fingers moved up and down her pussy gash in rough exploration.

Fran's moan was as exciting to Skeet as anything else that was happening. The thought of his making this lusty chick cry out was a real thrill.

Skeet found the entrance to Fran's cunt hole. He fucked his middle finger in and searched around. This was his first foray into a cunt, and it felt like heaven! As soon as his finger sensed the tender and hot lining of that chamber, his prick could hardly be restrained.

"Ohhhhhh!" Fran wailed with a quavering tone as Skeet's strong finger moved round and round in her pussy.

But Skeet's body was pressing forward with uncontrolled desire. With a mind of its own, his prick leaned forward, nearing the pit Skeet was fucking with his finger.

Fran would have preferred to wait a while longer, but she let her body lie back and she opened her legs wide.

Like a steam roller, Skeet's body inexorably moved into position on top of Fran. His finger withdrew, and he thrust his cock at her cunt.

"Huhhhh!" he gasped as his prickhead bumped into the hot lips of her pussy.

But he'd missed her cunt hole. Fortunately, Fran's hand was already on its way to guide his prick home. She grabbed his thick cockshaft and shoved it down a bit. His fat prickhead slipped between the delicate inner lips of Fran's sweet pussy and fucked in.

Skeet felt his prick being swallowed by the tight maw of Fran's cunt. Deeper and deeper he fucked. His prick was surrounded by gripping walls of searing softness!

So this is fucking, Skeet thought. It was a thousand times better than he'd ever imagined!

Automatically, he began pumping. Sensations he never knew existed began to fill him as his prick was stroked and tugged by the silky lining of Fran's pussy. Each fuck-stroke brought Skeet to a higher level of pleasure.

He became aware of how Fran was writhing under him. She was fucking him as hard as he was fucking her, lifting her hips to meet the onslaught of his cock-lunges. Under his chest her tits were heaving and rolling. Her strong thighs gripped his hips.

Fran hadn't fucked such a young kid since she was his age. The way Skeet's prick fucked in and out of her cunt with such speed and energy thrilled her. And with every stab of his cock up her cunt, his pubic bone crashed into her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure into her brain.

It wasn't long before Skeet was panting and on the verge of his second orgasm.

Fran ground her hips in a circular motion, trying to increase the friction of his cock inside her pussy. If she could keep up that strenuous technique, she could join Skeet in ecstasy.

Skeet's face was buried in the nape of Fran's neck. She longed to watch his face as he came-it always thrilled her to see the mask of passion men wore while coming. But she didn't want to make the boy self-conscious.

"Ohhhhh!" Skeet cried as the first bullet of jism entered Fran's snapping cunt.

"Aaaaa!" Fran yelled, consumed by her own orgasm.

She gripped a handful of Skeet's hair and lifted his face. He didn't resist. Then Fran held his head between her hands and peered up into his face. He looked back at her, amazed at the beauty of a woman in ecstasy.

They fucked until they couldn't move. Then they lay in a pile, enjoying the lingering sensation of warmth.

Skeet was still in shock but he knew he'd finally had his dream come true.

As he lay on top of Fran, Skeet's prick eventually stiffened again. He began fucking her all over again. His third orgasm was his best yet, and Fran came with such force and frenzy that Skeet was flabbergasted.

"Phil will be home soon," Fran whispered to the semi-conscious boy on top of her. "You'd better get going."

Skeet hated to tear himself away from such pleasure. He felt he could lie there forever, fucking every hour for the rest of his life. But he climbed off the woman and pulled on his clothes. He didn't take his eyes off her, though, even as she walked him to the door and kissed him good-night.

Skeet got home before his parents. He crawled into bed, but his mind was still with Fran. He relived every moment he'd been with her. There was still enough detail to keep him buzzing, even in his dreams.

Chapter Six

After his encounter with Fran, Skeet began visiting her regularly. He learned quickly and soon knew most of Fran's tricks. And the more he learned, the more Fran enjoyed fucking him. Even when his frantic lust mellowed with experience, he was still a thrilling lover.

But his mother still distrusted Fran. Peg still suspected Fran was a witch. But even if she weren't, she was a strange woman, the type best avoided. Peg still remembered vividly how Skeet ran away from Fran when he'd seen her in the street-and how Fran had run from her in the hallway.

So, naturally, Peg was alarmed when she stepped out into the hallway and found Skeet coming out of their new neighbor's apartment.

Peg stared at her son, unable to speak.

"Hi, Mom," Skeet said, clearly as surprised as Peg at their meeting.

Skeet slid past his mother and disappeared into his room.

This was too much for Peg. She had to get to the bottom of this strange situation. First Skeet had headed the other way when seeing Fran in the street, and now he visited her without saying anything about it to his mother.

"Can I come in?" Peg said as she knocked on Skeet's bedroom door.

"Sure," he said in a voice that said the opposite.

Peg walked into the room. Her son lay on his bed with a comic book.

"What were you doing next door?"

"Oh, uh, nothing," Skeet said. "I was just, uh, coming up and I ran into Fran in the elevator. She invited me in for a Coke."

"Why didn't you tell me about the visit rather than high-tailing it to your room? You know I've been curious about our new neighbors."

"Jeez, Mom. It's no big deal. She just invited me in for a Coke. That's all."

"Oh. That was nice of her," Peg said as she sat on the edge of Skeet's bed. "What's she like?"

"She's nice."

"Just nice?" Peg asked, suspicious but not wanting to make Skeet suspicious of her.

"Well, she's pretty, talks a lot, and . . . nice."

Men could be so uncommunicative when they wanted to be, even if they were only teenagers. So she left the boy alone. But she was sure there was more to Skeet's visit than a Coke. And like a worried mother, Peg thought the worst-the new neighbor was going to lure her son into witchcraft. The book Peg read told how witches lured new members into their covens.

Now Peg was faced with a real dilemma. It was one thing to have a witch next door, but it was quite another to have a witch who was trying to lure her son into their horrible practices.

Peg knew what Dave would say when she told him of her fears. But this was too important to keep to herself.

"She might have seduced him, but that's nothing to worry about," Dave said.

"How can you be so casual about your own son?" Peg asked. "That crazy lady could be a witch. She's at least crazy. Why else would she have run back into her apartment when she saw me in the hallway?"

"Even if she were a witch or crazy, there would be no reason for her to run away from you. There must be another reason, and probably a perfectly reasonable one," Dave explained. "It's simple logic."

"You and your logic!" Peg said. "Logic doesn't explain everything."

"True, but it explains more things than any other method of reasoning. You should try it sometimes."

"Well, I hope that while you're sitting around being logical that crazy bitch doesn't turn our son into a warlock or something."

"Peg, listen to yourself! You're the one who sounds crazy. Why don't you just go next door and introduce yourself?"

"I did go over there, but she refused to open the door," Peg said triumphantly. "And I know she was home because I heard her talking through the wall just before I went over and she was still talking when I got back. Put that in your pipe and smoke it, Mr. Wiseguy!"

"Well, let's forget about next door for the moment and think about what's going on right here," Dave said as he stretched out naked on the bed. "Come over here, baby."

"Don't 'baby' me," Peg said. "I'm in no mood for it."

"Great! You catch Skeet coming out of the apartment next door, where he probably got laid, and the upshot is I don't get laid. That makes a lot of sense!"

"Just for that, you can sleep on the couch," Peg said as she pulled the pillow out from under Dave's head and threw it out of the room.

Dave went to the couch without argument. When Peg was in one of these moods, it was better to be on the couch. As he lay there, he thought about calling on their neighbor, himself. But it would be his luck to have her husband open the door . . .

The next morning Peg was in as much of a quandary as ever. What was she going to do about Skeet being lured into a trap? She thought of all the kids who disappeared into cults-it was in the news all the time. She'd die before letting that happen to her son, especially when the cult was right next door!

There seemed to be only one thing to do. She would have to go next door and have it out with her neighbor. Even if she had to break down the door, she would tell that crazy bitch to keep her hands off Skeet.

Having a second cup of coffee, Peg gathered her courage. Then she paced back and forth in the living room, wringing her hands and planning what she'd say to that witch.

By the time she was knocking on the door, her heart was pounding and she was breathing heavily through clenched teeth. She knocked hard. There was no sound within, so she lifted her hand to knock again. But just as her fist flew at the door, it opened.

"Hello," Fran said with a smile.

The short black-haired woman seemed so sweet, so gentle, Peg was surprised at her behavior. But she knew that witches had wiles that she would have to be careful of. And what would be a better defense than sweetness and friendliness?

"I'm Skeet's mother, Peg Bryce."

"Of course!" Fran said. "I saw you the other day and I wanted to introduce myself. But just as I was about to say hello I remembered I had cookies in the oven so I ran back into the apartment. You must have thought I was awfully strange."

"Oh, well ..." Peg said. "I ... I guess ..."

"Come in," Fran said. "I was just going to have a cup of coffee. Will you join me?"

Peg was confused. A normal person wouldn't have thought of such a good answer so fast and effortlessly, unless, of course, it were true.

"Uh, sure, I'd love a cup," Peg said.

She bit her lip as she followed Fran into the kitchen. She was being buffaloed by this witch-just what she had warned herself against. But what could she do?

"I have a second cup of coffee about this time every day," Fran was saying. "After sending Phil off, I like to relax and slow down. I feel sorry for men having to run out into the world so early every morning. Don't you?"

"What?" Peg asked.

Peg had been too busy looking around Fan's apartment to listen. She didn't see anything witchy. In fact, the apartment was decorated with very good taste. But that was just the way a witch's apartment would be decorated, all the better to hide the nefarious goings-on.

Seated at the table, Peg gave Fran her attention. Fran didn't look like a witch. Rather, she looked like a woman would look if she had the power to form herself into any shape she desired. Naturally, a witch would choose to appear as a beautiful young woman, Peg reasoned.

As they made small talk, Peg tried to broach the subject of Skeet's visit. But Fran kept talking about the building and how she liked it better than the last place she had lived.

Fran was wearing the same silk robe she'd worn when Skeet first visited. And soon Peg was getting the same glimpses of Fran's perfect tits that had thrilled Skeet. The strange thing was, Fran's tits were having the same effect on Peg as they'd had on her son. Peg couldn't figure it out.

Now Fran was talking about Phil. She referred to him as her husband, but then said: "He's not really my husband. We've lived together for about three years. It was a good thing he came along. He rescued me from a lesbian relationship I'd gotten involved in."

Peg took that bit of news with an obvious jolt, especially since her cunt was moist from the peeks she'd had at Fran's gorgeous tits.

"You seem startled," Fran said with her customary frankness. "It's not that I'm a lesbian, really. But since college when I used to make it with a roommate, I've enjoyed lesbian sex occasionally. Then I got involved with Beth, the woman I was living with when I met Phil. I haven't made it with a chick since-and I sort of miss it."

Peg couldn't believe her own reaction to this news. She sat frozen with her cup halfway to her mouth. Her crotch was soaked with cunt juice and her eyes were glued to the firm tops of the tits that peeked from Fran's robe.

"Have you ever tried it?" Fran asked. "Oh, sorry. I'm terrible. I ask the most personal questions. I know it's none of my business."

Suddenly, Peg was terrified that Fran would change the subject. She didn't know what lurked at the back of her own mind, but she did know she wanted to explore this topic further.

"No," Peg said. "I never have. But . . . "

Again Peg was frozen. But now, at least, Fran could see her interest in the subject at hand, if she hadn't seen it all along.

"But?" Fran said, peering into Peg's eyes.

"But I've always wondered what it would be like," Peg said, forcing herself to form each word, still not believing what was happening.

"Really?" Fran said with an edge of lust in her voice. "Well, if you're really curious, I can show you exactly what it's like!"

Peg felt as though she'd been punched in the stomach. Until now she'd never had any interest in lesbianism. But now she was desperate to have the sexy creature across the table ravage her body! Still, she couldn't tell Fran that-or even look her in the eye.

Fran got up and came to Peg. Without saying a word, she held out her hand. Like a little girl, Peg took the hand and was led into Fran's bedroom.

As Fran slipped out of her robe, the last echo of suspicion about witches slipped from Peg's mind and was replaced by burning fuck-lust.

Naked, her firm tits wearing erect crowns of dark brown, her pussy hair bristling, a sexy warm odor lingering around her, Fran stepped up to Peg's shaking body and kissed her. Lightly at first, then harder, Fran pressed her opened mouth to Peg's.

The touch of Fran's soft lips was enough to unleash Peg's pent-ups longings. She opened her mouth, too, and the chicks' tongues intertwined. They threw their arms around each other, pressing their tits into a crush of softness.

Holding the naked woman in her arms, kissing her passionately, Peg accepted this perversion like a convert to a new religion.

Just as she had with Skeet, Fran stepped back and told Peg to undress. She undressed quickly, eagerly, knowing she would be in for unspeakable joy when she was nude. Peg soon stood naked in front of Fran. She was slightly jealous of the younger woman's firmer tits and flatter belly.

But when Fran whispered: "You're beautiful," Peg felt better.

Fran lay on the bed and held her arms out toward Peg. Peg, recognizing an invitation, hurried to join Fran.

As Peg's slightly droopy tits felt Fran's firm tits press against them, Peg reached for those treasures of flesh. Her first handful of titflesh was a revelation-nothing in the world felt as good. No wonder men went wild to get their hands on a pair of tits!

The women were exploring each other's mouth with writhing tongues. They each had a hand on the other's tit. Their legs slipped around each other, bringing their cunt muffs into hot contact.

Peg had never kissed or felt up like this. No man made love to her with such skill, with such tender care and delicacy. Peg had never been so hot.

Fran pulled her face back from Peg's. She looked down at the way Peg was squeezing her tit. Peg looked down too as her hand roamed about on Fran's tit. Seeing Fran's slender fingers on her own tit was exciting too.

"Isn't it wonderful?" Fran asked.

"Yes! Oh, yes!"

Fran began wiggling down Peg's body until her face was between Peg's tits. She lifted one of those soft tits to her face as a wino might lift a bottle. Fran's pink tongue covered Peg's pink nipple over and over with wet licks. Then she opened her mouth and began sucking.

"Ohhhh!" Peg sighed wantonly.

Having her tit sucked always made Peg wild, but this was even wilder than she'd expected. Fran's tender but greedy mouth pulling at her tit drove her into a fit of rapture! Peg writhed, throwing her head from side to side and rubbing her cunt mound on Fran's hip, leaving a damp swath of pussy juice there.

As Fran sucked Peg's tit, she ran a hand down Peg's back, raking her long fingernails down Peg's spine. Back and forth Fran's fingers moved, each time going lower until they were traveling down Peg's asscrack. Then Fran kept her fingers below Peg's waist, moving them over the soft expanse of her asscheeks and delving into the warm valley that separated them.

Peg squirmed. "Ohhhh, Fran!" she gasped. "God! I never . . . never ..."

Fran's fingers began creeping lower. Fran reached between Peg's thighs. When she found her liquid-filled cunt slot, Fran became even more gentle. She probed Peg's cunt, and Peg loved it. By going over so slowly and carefully Fran made every touch, every movement pay off with maximum excitement.

Switching her mouth to Peg's right tit, Fran began sucking even harder. Her teeth sank into Peg's tit, producing both pleasure and pain, and Peg found the combination even more exciting than simple pleasure.

"Ahhhhh!" Peg cried.

Now Fran's fingers were dipped into the outer regions of Peg's cunt. They were lined up along Peg's inner cunt lips, wiggling and stimulating those tender pussy folds. Fran's little finger was lightly brushing Peg's clit with just enough friction to raise Peg's joy steadily.

With the expert handling of her pussy and the vigorous sucking of her tits, Peg was becoming wild. She hugged Fran's head with her arms and her body with her legs.

Then Peg felt a slender, feminine finger slowly fuck into her cunt.

What a heavenly sensation! Even when her finger was lodged high up Peg's pussy, Fran moved it carefully. Slowly, her finger made circular trips around that narrow space, stretching the walls of her pussy.

After a while of this treatment, Peg was almost delirious. She'd forgotten all about witches. But even if she did remember, it wouldn't matter. A chick who could make her feel this good could be a witch or any damn thing she pleased as far as Peg was concerned.

Fran was moving down Peg's body again before Peg knew what was happening. Then it occurred to her that her tits were no longer being sucked. She looked down.

Peg knew instantly what was going to happen next and the thought multiplied her ecstasy. Fran was already lying alongside Peg's legs, her nose grazing her hair. Then Fran looked up and they looked into each other's eyes.

Fran rolled Peg over on her back and spread her thighs wider. Holding her face about a foot from Peg's cunt, Fran gazed into her pussy like a fortune teller gazing into a crystal ball.

Now Peg was in contact with Fran only where Fran's hands touched her thighs, holding them wide open. But Peg was as wild as ever. Just having such a kinky chick looking into her pussy was enough to drive her crazy with passion!

Fran looked at Peg's spread pussy for a long time. Peg watched Fran's face, seeing there the joy Fran was getting from the sight.

"You have such a lovely cunt!" Fran said at last.

Then Fran's head began moving toward Peg's pussy. Ever so slowly, Fran moved her face within licking distance. And Peg watched, waiting for the touch of Fran's tongue in her cunt. It was like a slow-motion movie. Fran's eyes slowly closed. Her tongue slowly came out.

"Ahhhh!" Peg gasped at the first contact between tongue and cunt.

Fran had stuck her tongue tip between Peg's pussy lips. Then, moving her head up, Fran dragged her tongue to Peg's clit. It was such a soft lick Peg felt it as a faint tickle, like a tiny breeze. Nevertheless, it sent a powerful spasm of rapture through her shivering body!

Fran placed her tongue at the starting point again and brought it along Peg's cunt gash. When she got to Peg's clit again, she fluttered that knot of sensitive flesh.

"Hhhhhh!" Peg sighed with a deep breath.

Over and over Fran's tongue moved along Peg's loose and slippery pussy slot. And each time, Peg gasped desperately. She was nearing an orgasm, and it was going to be a good one!

"Aaahhh!" Peg began to wail when she came.

That was Fran's signal to attack Peg's clit mercilessly. So, ignoring the rest of Peg's cunt, Fran sucked Peg's clit into her mouth and sucked it as though it were a little cock.

Peg threw her arms to the sides of the bed and held on. Her legs were raised and thrashing the air over Fran's head. Her backbone was arched. Peg was experiencing the most profound bliss of her life!

Fran had done everything so tenderly until her attack on Peg's clit that the attack was- more exciting for being unexpected. And it lasted a long time, too. As long as Peg wailed and writhed, Fran kept squeezing Peg's clit between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, holding it between her teeth. Then, even when Peg's feet dropped, Fran continued.

"Okay! That's enough!" Peg pleaded.

She grabbed Fran's head in her hands and thighs as she begged for her to stop. But Fran stopped slowly, unwillingly. And by the time Peg's clit was free, Peg was near panic.

"Did you like that?" Fran asked as she crawled up over Peg's quaking body.

"God, yes!" Peg said. "But I thought I was going to lose my mind!"

"Sometimes I don't know when to stop," Fran admitted.

Fran was kneeling over Peg, straddling her on hands and knees like a wolf over its prey. Then she began kissing and licking Peg's mouth, giving Peg a good taste of her own cunt juice.

Peg licked and kissed back. She liked the flavor of her own cunt juice. But was Peg ready to eat a cunt, to stick her tongue into another woman's wet pussy? It didn't take her long to decide that she was!

"Do you want me to eat you?" she asked shyly.

Fran's pretty face broke out in a smile that answered the question. Fran moved up Peg's body, sliding her ass right over Peg's tits.

Peg looked at Fran's cunt as it neared her face. Beneath the shining black pubic hair, Fran's cunt lips were spread, and between them Peg saw twin ridges of pink cunt flesh peeking out. Peg could already smell the unique odor of simmering pussy juice.

Squatting over Peg's face, Fran brought her pussy into range. Fran had the sensation of being helpless-and in for an adventure.

Now Fran's pussy was so close, Peg couldn't focus on it. It was merely a massive darkness over her face. The smell of a hot cunt intoxicated her.

High above Peg's face, Fran's body towered. Looking up, Peg marveled at Fran's tits proudly standing from her chest. And higher still was Fran's smiling face looking down at her.

Peg stuck out her tongue and joined the leagues of cunt-lappers.

At first she licked Fran's pussy with a tentative probing. She touched her cunt here and there with the tip of her tongue. But she began to enjoy the tender flesh that her tongue found as Fran's cunt juice seeped into her mouth.

Then Peg began moving her tongue along Fran's cunt gash, pressing harder and harder and enjoying the syrupy liquid that flowed into her mouth and over her face.

"Ohhhhh! Wonderful!" Fran cooed.

It didn't take Peg long to throw herself into this perversion with gusto. After swabbing the juice from the outer regions of Fran's pussy, Peg lifted her head to fuck her tongue right up her cunt. Fran lowered her cunt so Peg could ream her pussy without having to hold her head up off the pillow.

It was a strange but fabulous sensation-having her tongue wiggling in Fran's flowing cuntal chamber. Peg felt so perverted, so kinky, and so excited!

With her tongue up Fran's cunt, Peg's nose was at the front corner of Fran's pussy. Through Fran's pussy hair, she looked up Fran's body to see her grab her own tits and massage them vigorously.

Peg kept her tongue wiggling and began nodding her head to increase the motion in Fran's pussy.

"Ahhhhh!" Fran moaned happily.

Peg loved giving Fran such pleasure. And the more Fran moaned, the harder Peg tried to increase her joy. But her tongue began to get tired and it was difficult to keep her head nodding with the weight of Fran's body on her face. So Peg grabbed Fran's ass and lifted. Fran raised her cunt an inch or so and Peg resumed licking its outer area.

Imitating the way Fran had sucked her cunt, Peg concentrated her licks to Fran's clit when she thought Fran was ready. Pressing her tongue to Fran's clit, Peg diddled it just as she diddled her own clit with her finger when she masturbated.

The effect was instantaneous and powerful! Fran squealed with bliss and wiggled her ass on Peg's tits. Peg held Fran's firm asscheeks and felt them break out into a sweat as Fran came.

Attacking Fran's clit, holding her ass, and watching her play with her own tits, Peg did her best to give Fran a great climax. By the way Fran's voice rose through several octaves and the way she wiggled, Peg judged her orgasm to be a good one, indeed!

Suddenly, when she'd had enough, Fran lifted her cunt from Peg's fluttering tongue. But she remained straddling Peg and holding her own tits for a while, giving Peg a good chance to admire the view. Then Fran collapsed beside Peg.

"Oh, baby, that was wonderful!" Fran whispered as she embraced Peg. "Are you sure that was the first time you ever sucked a pussy?"

But Peg didn't answer. Now that the job was done, she was thinking clearer. She remembered why she had come over in the first place-and it wasn't to become a lesbian. How had this happened? What did it mean?

Peg quickly changed from hot pervert to a cold and frightened woman. She had to get away from Fran before she was dragged into a pit of perversion.

Swinging her feet over the side of the bed, Peg avoided Fran's embrace. Then she grabbed her clothing and began pulling it on as fast as she could.

"I've got to be running," she said.

"Okay," Fran said. "But don't feel bad about what we did. It isn't anything to be ashamed of, you know."

"Good-bye," Peg said as she ran from the room, still buttoning her blouse.

In her own apartment again, Peg was in turmoil. Had she been duped by a witch, or had she merely acted out a secret fantasy that had been at the back of her mind for a long time? Was Fran a witch or merely a sexy chick?

Chapter Seven

"Hold the elevator," a woman's voice called.

Dave quickly pressed the button that stopped the doors from closing. As they opened again, Dave saw his new neighbor standing there in all her sexy glory. She was wearing a shiny gold blouse unbuttoned so her tits were visible almost to the nipples. But even if he couldn't actually see her nipples, he saw the bumps they made on the golden material.

Fran also wore a tight pair of shorts, cut high on her thighs. Dave couldn't help thinking he could stick his finger up her cunt by sticking it into the leg of those shorts.

She stepped into the elevator, smiling at Dave. Her perfume filled the cubicle and aroused Dave further.

"Thanks," she said. "I hate it when I miss the elevator. I guess I should be more patient."

"I hate it, too," Dave said, eager to make conversation.

"Your wife came over yesterday," Fran said. "We had coffee and got to know each other. Phil and I would like you and Peg to come over some evening for drinks."

"We'd love to," Dave said.

The elevator reached the parking garage in the basement and both of them stepped out. Dave felt a powerful attraction to this very beautiful chick and he hated to leave her. She seemed to feel the same, Dave noticed.

"Peg didn't mention that she visited you," Dave said.

"She must have forgotten. Besides, it was just a friendly get-together. She probably didn't think it was important enough to mention."

"Yes, well ..." Dave struggled to think of something to say as he tried to get a better peek at Fran's tits.

She twisted her body back and forth, helping him peek into her blouse and making her tits sway. She was obviously willing to stand around and talk until Dave managed to say what was on his mind.

"Is that your car?" he asked, pointing to a brand-new red Lincoln.

"Yes," Fran said proudly. "It's very roomy. It's as comfortable as my bedroom, almost."

"Yes, I'll bet you could do almost anything in the back seat," Dave said, playing the game he hoped Fran was playing.

"You're right. I've experimented."

Dave cleared his throat. He began rocking on the balls of his feet. He was dying to ask Fran to try her back seat out with him. But he'd been married to Peg for a long time and had never cheated on her. Not that he didn't want to now-he was shy.

Dave felt his chance to fuck her slipping away. The longer he hesitated, the less courage he had. Finally, when all hope seemed lost and he was about to say good-bye, Fran spoke.

"Dave, why don't you say what's on your mind?" she said warmly.

"I'd love to get into that back seat and fuck you," he said hoarsely, forcing the words out.

Fran's pretty face lit up in a devilish smile. Without saying a word, she walked to her car and opened the back door. Climbing in, she made herself comfortable on the plush upholstery.

Dave watched with mounting excitement. Then, after glancing around to see if anyone might see, he hurried to join Fran. He slid into the back seat, closed the door after him, and threw himself into her arms with one fast motion.

"Ummm!" Fran cried as Dave's tongue forced its way into her mouth.

As he kissed her, Dave reached for her tits. What a treat to fill his hands with Fran's big, firm tits! Not that they felt better than his wife's tits. But they certainly felt different.

After a quick exploration of her monumental tits, Dave unbuttoned her blouse and stuck his hand inside for a more thorough examination. He measured her tits by stretching his fingers over them and found they were more than a handful. Then he concentrated on her nipples. He ran his fingertips around the large areolas and pinched her nipples. And, while carrying on this examination, he kept his tongue searching Fran's mouth.

Dave knew this was a hot chick. Still, he was surprised to feel her hand groping at his cock-bulge. He shifted around so she could more easily reach his stiff prick. She found his fucker and grabbed it where it was pressed against his belly by his pants.

Now Dave could try sticking a finger into Fran's shorts to see if he really could finger-fuck her in that sexy garment. So, as Fran squeezed the bulb of his prickhead through his pants, Dave dropped his hand to her thigh.

Just feeling the warm and soft skin of Fran's thigh made Dave gasp. He sent his finger into the leg of her shorts and immediately ran into the cunt hair that fringed her pussy. Another half-inch brought his finger to her pudgy pussy mound. It was a tight fit but Dave pressed on.

"Mmmmmm!" Fran moaned as Dave's finger entered her cunt slot.

Hot, slippery pussy juice greeted Dave's finger as he fucked it into her cunt. He hadn't had his finger in any cunt but Peg's for over twenty years. And while Fran's cunt wasn't much different, Dave found it a hundred times more exciting.

But he couldn't reach much beyond that tiny area of Fran's cunt while she wore her shorts. And the hot, moist depths of her cunt seemed to call for more attention.

But Fran was way ahead of him. She was already unbuttoning her shorts. Then, as Dave took his face from hers in order to watch, she began pulling them down.

It was a struggle to get out of such tight shorts while sitting down. She wiggled her hips and tugged at her shorts as Dave enjoyed the sight of her bare flesh appearing. Then, when the top of her glistening pussy hair came into view, he began helping her. She wasn't wearing undies, Dave saw.

"Is this better?" Fran asked as she swiveled around and lifted her legs over Dave's lap. Then she arched her back, lifting her ass from the seat.

Now Dave was able to get her shorts over her wide hips. Once they were down to her thighs, they slid easily down her legs. Dave stared at her pussy as he helped her remove her shorts from around her ankles.

Fran dropped her ass back to the seat and relaxed her thighs. They sagged apart, revealing her pussy gash. Her velvet cunt lips were parted enough to show Dave the folds of pink cunt flesh within.

"You're gorgeous!" he whispered as his eyes traveled up to her exposed tits and back to her cunt.

There was still one button holding her blouse closed around her waist. Dave opened it, the blouse fell away, and Fran was almost naked. Only her shoulders were hidden where her blouse remained.

Leaning over her, Dave brought his face to her tits and grabbed her cunt. Sucking her tits, Dave began to feel a rising fuck-lust.

Sucking Fran's tits was different than sucking Peg's. Since his wife's tits sagged, Dave usually had to lift one to his mouth to get at her nipple. Not so with Fran's solid tits. Her nipples were thrust forward at the tops of her round tits. And Dave found that it was a very different experience to rest his face on such firm tits.

As for Fran's pussy, it, too, was different from Peg's. For one thing, her cunt mound was fatter and so her inner cunt lips were deeper in her pussy gash.

"Ohhh, Dave!" Fran sighed as her cunt was spread wide by Dave's fingers.

He fucked a finger up Fran's cunt and discovered another difference. Fran's cunt was tighter than Peg's.

Dave lifted his face from Fran's tits, leaving them wet with his saliva. Only a more tasty treat could make him abandon those mounds of softness.

"I've got to eat your sweet pussy!" Dave gasped as he moved down the seat toward Fran's feet.

She moved up and spread her legs. She lifted one to the top of the seat and dropped the other to the floor. Her cunt gaped as Dave brought his face to it.

As he stuck out his tongue, he breathed deeply through his nose, enjoying the hot odor of Fran's delicious pussy juice. Then his tongue began sliding up and down the length of her cunt gash, forcing her pussy lips to part. Next he fucked his tongue up her cunt.

He fucked his tongue as far as he could up her pussy and let his teeth press against her clit and hairy cunt mound.

"Urammm!" Fran moaned in satisfaction. "That's sooo good!"

Spurred on by Fran's encouraging words, Dave fucked her with his tongue for all he was worth! By the time he took his tongue out of her cunt, his whole face was wet with pussy juice.

Dave resumed licking her cunt gash. His tongue protruded from his mouth and he wiped it over Fran's parted cunt lips, bearing down to make her cry out with pleasure.

"Make me come!" she gasped. "Suck my clit!"

Dave grabbed her clit between his teeth and began sucking. He pressed his tongue to that seat of feminine sexual ecstasy and lashed it while tugging at it with his teeth and lips.

"Ahhhhh!" Fran cried with a harsh, hoarse explosion of breath.

Threading her fingers through Dave's hair, Fran grabbed handfuls of it and held on. Her body began bucking with spasms of rapture, knocking her pubic bone into Dave's nose as he ate her pussy. But he kept her clit in his mouth and continued sending jolts of joy through Fran's body.

"Eeeeeeee!" Fran shrieked as her orgasm consumed her.

Dave was amazed at her shrill voice ringing out. Apparently, she didn't care who might hear. One look at the Lincoln with a woman's foot kicking high over the back seat would make it clear to anyone what was going on. But Dave was too preoccupied to care.

When she stopped screaming, Dave lifted his wet face from her cunt. Fran had stopped shaking and bucking. Now she lay with a broad smile on her face.

"What a terrific orgasm! You really made me come!" she said. "Now it's your turn."

She sat up as Dave climbed up from the floor where he'd been squeezed between the back of the front seat and Fran's cunt. She leaned over his lap and quickly unfastened his pants. She soon had his hard cock bared and standing at attention.

"What a nice fat prick," Fran said in a diabolical voice.

First, she moved her hands over his cock appreciatively, stroking its head and caressing its shaft.

Sitting up, Dave could look out through the windshield at the cars parked around them. He felt Fran's hot breath on his prick as she bent over it. Then he saw her head descend and felt his prickhead enveloped in her hot mouth.

"Ahhh!" he cried, tensing his hips and thighs.

He widened his eyes as he kept a lookout for anyone who might come along. He saw the elevator door open and, sinking lower in the seat, saw Peg step out of it.

"Oh, my God!" he gasped, and he tried to sink out of sight.

His prick was pulled from Fran's mouth as he snuggled down out of sight.

"What?"

"Shhhhh! It's my wife," he whispered.

"Oh," Fran said as though they were merely having a casual conversation. "Let's-"

But Fran's words were cut off by Dave's hand which he pressed over her mouth. Until he heard Peg start her car and drive off, Dave held Fran's mouth and cowered behind the front seat.

"She might have heard you!" Dave said to Fran, releasing her.

"So what? Oh, I get it," Fran said. "She doesn't allow you to make it with other chicks."

"Of course not! Who ever heard of such a thing?"

"Phil and I give each other total freedom," Fran said. "And I guess I expect other people to have the same freedom. I was going to suggest that we invite Peg to join us."

"Join us? My God!"

"Well, I don't think we should continue-if your wife wouldn't like it," Fran said. "After all, she and I are becoming good friends."

"Are you kidding?" Dave asked, amazed at Fran's reasoning. "You can't leave me hot like this. I'll explode!"

"Oh, all right," Fran said. "But never again. I'm no home-wrecker."

With that she ducked her head to Dave's lap again. She took his prick into her mouth and continued sucking.

Dave was dazed-both from spotting Peg and from hearing Fran's philosophy of infidelity. But with Fran's mouth sliding up and down on his prick, he soon forgot everything but the pleasure.

Fran was a wonderfully talented cock-sucker. Dave wondered if she placed her tit on his thigh on purpose to increase his excitement-he thought she did, and it worked. The way she crammed her hand between his thighs to cup his balls in her hand was exciting, too.

Peg was good at sucking his prick. But Fran was better! The way she slowly lifted and lowered her head, fucking his prick deep into her throat and wiggling her tongue around under his prick-knob was sensational!

"Ohhhhh!" Dave sighed with delirious pleasure, letting his head loll back on the seat.

Clearly, Fran was going to make this a long, leisurely blow-job. This wasn't a typical back-seat quickie. This was a master cock-sucker at work!

Gauging Dave's passion by the way he moaned and tensed his muscles, Fran eased up on his prick when she thought he was nearing an orgasm. She even lifted her mouth from his prick at one point to let him cool down. As Dave squirmed with ecstasy, Fran gave his fat cockhead quick licks.

When her instincts told her to, Fran began sucking again. Vigorously, she fucked her throat down on Dave's pulsing prick.

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" Dave groaned with every breath now, intoxicated with fuck-lust.

He was amazed at Fran's skill. She knew how to raise him to blinding rapture and keep him there. He thought he would go crazy with an overdose of passion unless he came soon!

But Fran still alternated eager sucking with cooling-off periods. Dave could take no more.

"Suck me!" he begged as he jerked his hips, stabbing his prick into Fran's throat.

Fran wasn't a tease. She wanted to give Dave the greatest orgasm of his life. So she tightened her grip on his prick with her mouth, fucking his cock between her tightened lips.

"Ahhhhh!" he cried as his body stiffened.

Jism surged through his prick with electric spasms of intense pleasure. This was an orgasm to remember!

Fran seemed to know how to make an orgasm last. Dave's prick kept spewing jism into her mouth, he kept writhing on the seat, and ecstasy kept raging through him for an astonishingly long, time.

When Dave finally went limp, drained of strength from the overload his climax had put on his brain, Fran calmly licked all the jism from his prick. Then she sat up and licked her lips.

"I love jism!" she announced. "But you're a naughty man. No more fun behind Peg's back!"

"But . . . but ..." Dave protested, too weak to speak.

"If you want to play more with me, you'll have to bring Peg along." "Bring . . . what?"

"That's right!" Fran said. "Bring Peg along. Either for Phil to fuck or for the three of us to fuck together. Now help me get your pants up. I've got to be at the beauty shop by ten."

Feeling chastised, Dave pulled his pants up and fastened them with Fran's help. Then he said goodbye to her and staggered to his own car.

As he drove to work, Dave thought about what Fran had said. He felt renewed lust as he imagined Peg and Fran together with him in bed. In his mind, Dave played all sorts of kinky games with the two chicks. His prick was stiff again as he wondered what his chances were of seducing Peg into a threesome with Fran. He didn't think his chances were good.

Little did Dave know how easy it would soon become!

Chapter Eight

That evening both Dave and Peg were nervous since they both had something to hide from each other, something to do with the same sexy next-door neighbor. Staring down at their plates at dinner and letting Skeet do most of the talking, it was fairly easy to hide their guilt.

Later, though, alone together in the bedroom, it wasn't so easy. Dave thought Peg was avoiding eye contact with him, but he couldn't be sure because he was afraid to catch her eyes, too.

Peg undressed and wrapped herself tightly in her pink terry robe, then disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door tightly. Dave recognized the signs-she wasn't in the mood for communicating, let alone fucking. That was fine with him. He still wanted to savor the blow-job from Fran without clouding the memory with Peg's less-skilled sex play.

When Peg came out of the bathroom, Dave slipped in. And when he came out, Peg was already under the covers, her back to him, curled up like a hibernating bear. Dave got into his side of the bed, turned his back on Peg, and said good-night.

"Good-night," Peg said.

There was silence. But Dave kept his eyes open, staring into the darkness. He tried to recreate in his mind the glorious sensation of Fran's hot mouth wrapped around his prick. But lying in bed with his wife made that pleasure seem remote.

Peg was wide-eyed, too. She was thinking of the lesbian fuck she'd had with Fran the day before. But she wasn't trying to bring back the pleasure. Rather, she was trying to forget it, to deny it. She was convinced that Fran had caught her in some sort of witch's spell.

Both of them remained lying like that for a while, occasionally shifting around and making the other bounce slightly. Finally, though, Peg broke the silence.

"Dave, I'm worried," she said.

"Why?" Dave asked, fearing she was onto his fun with Fran.

"It's our neighbor," Peg said.

"Still think she's a witch?"

Peg sat up and faced her husband, who slowly turned to face her.

"I know you think I'm crazy," Peg said. "But I'm not. She's put some sort of a spell on me. And I think she's put one on Skeet, too."

"Peg! You've got to forget about this weird obsession you've got."

Dave really was concerned about his wife now. Her voice sounded haunted, frightened. He thought she might be going over the edge. And she was looking at him with wide, scary eyes.

"Would I be willing to go to bed with her if she hadn't put a spell on me?" she asked.

"You mean you are willing to go to bed with her?" Dave asked, caught now between fear and lust.

"I already have!" Peg blurted out, her face crinkling into a grimace before she buried it in her pillow.

Dave was stunned. He watched his wife sobbing silently into her pillow as he tried to make sense of what she'd said.

As he got used to the idea that his wife had fucked with Fran, it seemed less bizarre and weird. After all, he knew from experience what Fran was like. And hadn't she said that she and Peg were becoming good friends? Then Dave noticed he had a hard-on.

He moved closer to Peg, whose face was still hidden in her pillow although her shoulders were no longer shaking with sobs.

"It's all right," Dave said soothingly. "And it doesn't mean you're under a spell. She's a gorgeous chick. I would go for her even if I were a woman. I can understand."

Peg lifted her tear-stained face. "Really? You're not mad at me? You don't think I'm a pervert?"

"Of course I'm not mad at you, and I don't think you're a pervert," Dave said. "I'm a little jealous, though."

"Because you want to make it with her?" Peg asked. "Or just because I did?"

Dave moved closer to Peg, pressing his boner to her hip. She looked down toward Dave's crotch, realizing that her confession was turning him on.

Dave asked when and how often Peg had been to bed with Fran. She told him. Then he asked what they did together.

Peg was silent for a moment. Then, in a quiet voice, she began telling Dave all about her experience.

"I loved holding her tits," she said. "It was the only time I ever felt another woman's tits. Kissing her was exciting, too. Then, when she moved down to eat me, I was hotter than I've ever been. Not that I don't get really excited when you eat me, Dave. I do. But there was something extra about it with Fran. I guess it was just that it was so perverted."

Dave listened quietly, but his mind was on fire. His imagination turned Peg's words into pictures and he was getting hotter by the minute!

"Then when it was my turn to eat her," Peg said, "I was actually dizzy from the thrill. Sticking my face into her pussy was incredible! I felt her pubic hair tickling my face and the smell of her cunt drove me wild! Oh, Dave. I'm either a pervert or she really is a witch."

Dave had pulled his prick back from Peg's hip and had grabbed it secretly beneath the covers as he listened to her confession. Now Peg threw herself against Dave, seeking comfort. Her thigh met his hand wrapped around his cock. Dave withdrew the hand, but too late. Peg knew what effect her story was having on him.

"You're not a pervert and Fran's not a witch," Dave said evenly. "There's nothing strange about it. A lot of women have lesbian flings. It doesn't mean they're really lesbians. It just means they have a healthy curiosity and are adventurous. Besides, even though I don't believe that Fran's a witch, I do believe she has a talent for seduction. She could lure the Pope into bed with her!"

"What are you getting at?" Peg asked suspiciously. "Dave, did she . . . and you?"

"Yeah," Dave said. "So I know what you went through. When she levels those dark eyes at you and her big tits are sticking out, practically bulging out of her blouse ..."

"Oh, Dave!" Peg moaned as she fell back into her pillow.

Suddenly Peg jumped out of bed. She grabbed her robe and opened the bedroom door.

"I'm going to have a talk with that bitch right now!" she hissed.

Dave jumped out of bed and went after her, trying to stop her before she made a fool of herself. But by the time he caught her, she was out in the hall and her fist had come down loudly on Fran's door.

"Peg!" Dave whispered as he grabbed her. "This is no-"

He was cut short by Fran, who swung the door open. Seeing her neighbors standing there-Peg in a robe and Dave in his pajamas-she lifted her eyebrows in expectation.

"I want to talk to you," Peg said threateningly.

"Come on in," Fran said with a smile. "I was just about to go to bed, but I love company in bed."

"That's what I want to talk to you about," Peg said. "I mean, not about going to bed with you. But about going to bed with you."

"Peg, let's go home," Dave urged softly. "We can talk about this tomorrow."

"No! I want to talk about it now!" Peg said. "And what about Skeet?"

Fran went to the end table beside the couch and picked up her cigarette case. The lamp on the table outlined her body under the sheer nightgown she was wearing. In profile, her tits looked sensational and the erect nipple on one tit could clearly be seen. The curve of her ass was the most gorgeous shape Dave had ever seen, and his prick began to rise again even under these difficult circumstances.

"I don't know what gives you the right ... no thanks, I don't smoke ... the right to seduce me and then . . . no, I don't want a drink!"

"I'll have one," Dave said.

"And then seduce my husband. And God knows what you've been doing to Skeet. Are you listening to me?"

"Yes, go on," Fran said calmly as she went to the liquor cabinet and fixed the drinks. "Are you sure you won't have one, Peg?"

"All right. But just a small one."

"Look, I don't know what all the fuss is about," Fran said, handing Dave and Peg a drink. "But I don't think you should blame me for making it with you. After all, I didn't force either of you. You were both practically begging for it."

"Begging!" Peg repeated loudly.

"Shhhh! You'll wake Phil," Fran said.

It hadn't occurred to Peg that Fran wasn't alone. She'd forgotten that Fran didn't live alone. After all, she'd never even laid eyes on Phil. But she certainly didn't want to involve someone else in this mess.

"I know how you two must feel," Fran said, sipping her scotch. "But look at it this way. You've been married for a long time and have stuck to the straight and narrow. Then along comes me, willing and eager to take on all comers, and you both take advantage of the opportunity. It's simple, really. Now all there is to decide is whether you want to go back to the straight and narrow or come into our guest room and have some fun!"

The fact that neither Peg or Dave turned down Fran's outrageous offer gave Fran encouragement.

"Come on," she urged, getting up and standing in front of the lamp again to show off her body. "Let's go into the other room. After we each have an orgasm or two, we'll be calmer."

Peg and Dave looked at each other. Slowly their expressions changed from tense confusion to loose acquiescence. They smiled and stood up.

"Oh, I knew you'd see it my way," Fran said as she hurried over to them and put an arm around each of their shoulders.

They let Fran lead them to her guest room where a king-sized bed awaited.

Setting her drink on a dresser, Fran slowly gathered up her gown, hiking it up her legs, then over her hips, exposing her furry cunt muff. Pulling the gown higher still, Fran revealed her tits. Then her head emerged and she threw the gown to a chair. She stood naked in the warm glow of Peg's and Dave's horny gazes.

Dave began pulling off his pajamas. Then Peg unfastened her robe and discarded it. Her cotton nightgown made her feel awkward and she shed it as quickly as possible.

Fran went to the bed and lay down on her back, her arms and legs spread. "I love having more than one partner in bed," she said.

This being Peg's and Dave's first time for three-way sex, they approached Fran slowly and shyly, but with great excitement. Dave's prick was wagging mightily and the funky odor of cunt juice was emanating from Peg's crotch as they lay on either side of Fran.

They each reached for one of Fran's high-standing tits as they looked into each other's eyes. Still watching each other, Peg and Dave moved their faces toward Fran's.

Their mouths came together in a meeting of three wagging tongues. As they kissed, Peg and Dave began massaging Fran's tits greedily. Fran wrapped an arm around each of her partners.

"Isn't this wonderful?" Fran asked happily as Peg and Dave both moved their faces toward her tits.

Dave caught Peg's eye as they began sucking Fran's dark, big, and erect nipples. But Peg looked away, still shy about her new perversion. Dave, on the other hand, loved watching his wife sucking Fran's gigantic tit.

Peg began by gently nibbling Fran's brown nipple. Her pink tongue covered the nipple with licks as her lips surrounded it. But soon she opened her mouth wider and stuffed it full of tit flesh. Dave watched Peg's cheeks become concave as she gobbled the mouthful of tit.

Dave sucked Fran's right tit as eagerly as his wife sucked the left tit. Fran ran her hands over their shoulders as she threw back her head and sighed with satisfaction.

"Ummmm! How nice to have both my tits sucked at once!" Fran said.

Dave reached to Fran's cunt. Sliding his hand down her smooth tummy to her wiry pussy hair, he was surprised to find Peg's hand already there. She looked up from Fran's tits and met Dave's eyes as she moved her hand to the side of Fran's pussy, making room for Dave's fingers.

He crept his fingers down Fran's cuntmound to her wet cunt crack. Then slipping his fingertips into her pussy gash, he joined Peg's fingers which were already stirring Fran's cunt juice around the slithering ridges of flesh in there.

Even when Dave fucked a finger up Fran's cunt-hole, he had to share the territory with Peg.

Finger-fucking a cunt along with his wife was a new sort of togetherness for Dave, and he loved it! So did Peg! As she grew used to having her husband witness her perversion, she became more and more lusty. She was reaching farther into Fran's cunt and massaging the lining of her cunt more vigorously than Dave was.

"Oh, God!" Fran cried. "You two are wonderful!"

Even now that he'd seen his wife in action, Dave was amazed to see Peg sinking down Fran's body. Leaving Fran's tit, Peg began kissing her way down Fran's belly until she was sticking her tongue into Fran's belly button. There was no doubt in Dave's mind about Peg's destination.

Fran spread her legs wide as Peg moved between them. Dave took his fingers from Fran's pussy to make way for his wife's tongue.

Looking down Fran's body, Dave saw Peg's face half hidden by Fran's bristling pussy mound. He saw Peg's eyes slowly close as her face neared Fran's cunt. Then Peg's head began nodding as he covered Fran's cunt gash with broad licks.

"Ahhhh!" Fran sighed with profound pleasure.

Dave had to get a closer look at the action at Fran's cunt. So he moved down beside Fran's legs and peered into her crotch. He was panting with passion as he saw Peg's tongue fucking between Fran's spread cunt lips.

Peg moved her head closer to one of Fran's thighs so Dave could have a better look at what she was doing to Fran's juicy pussy. The sight made Dave's mouth water. He had to suck a cunt, too!

So he swiveled around on his ass, thrusting his face at his wife's cunt. Peg opened her thighs to accommodate Dave's head. He rested his head on one thigh, and the other came down on his head, sandwiching it and holding it at her pussy.

Now Dave could see nothing but Peg's ass, which was right in front of his eyes. But he could still hear Fran's moans of pleasure, and, most important, he could fuck his tongue into Peg's salty cunt slot!

"Gimme your prick!" Fran gasped. "Dave, let me suck you!"

With his head still trapped in Peg's crotch and his tongue sliding around in her running pussy, Dave maneuvered his body closer to Fran. She grabbed his legs and pulled until she brought his throbbing cock within range of her mouth.

Dave felt Fran's hair sweeping over his thigh. Then her mouth slid over his prick-knob. The delicious sensation he had felt earlier in the back seat of her car was repeated. But now it was even more thrilling because of the added company and perversion.

Blinded by the bottoms of Peg's asscheeks as he ate her pussy, Dave tried to imagine the scene he was part of. Seen from above, they would form a triangle of kinky sucking sex!

In order to have something interesting to look at, Dave spread the cheeks of Peg's ass so he could look into the eye of her ass. He would rather be able to watch Peg lapping Fran's cunt, but Peg's asshole was a nice sight, too.

"Mmmmmm!" Fran hummed on Dave's prick, adding the vibration of her voice to the sensation of her hot sucking.

As she sucked his prick, Fran stroked Dave's ass-one of his most sensitive places. Tickling his asscrack, she wiggled her fingers closer and closer to his asshole.

Dave gave Peg's cunt a good licking even though he was distracted by the mouth on his prick and the sounds of joy filling the room. Peg was moaning into Fran's cunt as she ate it-a kinky sound, indeed!

Concentrating on Peg's cuntlips and fuckhole, Dave avoided her clit. There was no hurry to begin having orgasms; there were many more tricks to perform before the final act. One was to stick his finger into Peg's asshole as he ate her pussy. Tilting his head back so he could watch his finger fucking into her tight ass without going cross-eyed, Dave moistened his finger in her cunt then shoved it up her ass.

Fran took her mouth from Dave's prick. As his prick cooled with evaporating saliva, Dave wondered what would happen next. He felt Fran's lips and teeth travel down his cockshaft to his balls as her hand gripped his swollen prickhead. Then she took his balls into her mouth and held them firmly.

"Hummmmm!" Fran hummed on the balls she held in her mouth.

Fran's humming showed the intensity of her pleasure and the vibrations stimulated Dave's balls, adding to his pleasure.

"Ummmm! Ummmmm!" Fran moaned with a muffled sound, Dave's balls absorbing much of it.

"Aaaaah!" Peg moaned with an open mouth, her tongue still swimming in Fran's fuckhole.

The intensity of the chicks' cries grew louder, more wanton. Dave could tell that Peg was going to come soon, not only by the sound of her voice but by the way her thighs were shaking as they held his head. Also, he felt her ass ring spasming on his finger as he probed her asshole.

His balls were being munched roughly now as Fran approached an orgasm, too. Her hand gripped Dave's prick.

"Ahhhhh!" Peg wailed into Fran's cunt.

Peg was coming, so Dave moved his tongue to her clit and whipped that stiff organ. She was shaking so much now that Dave's brains were being rattled as he kept her thighs clamped on his head. But Dave didn't mind. Having his head shaken helped him tickle Peg's clit.

Fran was coming, too. The way she hung onto Dave's cock and balls and moaned made her condition obvious.

The bed was bouncing now like a trampoline, adding to everyone's pleasure. Fran's hand began jerking Dave's loose cockskin over the hard core of his prick, but not enough to make him come. He was awfully excited, though!

When Peg's orgasm had run its course and she stopped writhing, Dave eagerly pulled his head out from her crotch to see what was happening. The chicks' bodies were glistening with sweat as they shook. Peg's head was still nodding at Fran's pussy, Fran's body amplifying the motion as she clung to Dave's legs. Now she was rubbing her face against the twitching tower of his prick with her teeth gripping the flesh of his balls.

"Eeee!" she wailed at the pinnacle of her lust.

Then Peg stopped lashing Fran's cunt with her tongue and rested her cheek on Fran's soaked pussymound.

The girls had their orgasms and now awaited Dave. They were his to do with whatever he chose.

Where to start? Dave got up on his haunches, poised and ready to strike.

Since he hadn't yet experienced Fran's tight cunt on his cock, he decided to stick it in there. So he climbed over his wife and got between Fran's legs. Peg was in the way, but when she saw Dave bringing his prick to the pussy she'd just sucked, she moved out of his way-but just enough for him to fuck Fran while she looked on.

As Dave brought his fat cockhead to Fran's wet and loosened cunt lips, Peg reached over and helped guide her husband's twitching cock into position.

"Oh, Dave!" Fran gasped as his prick began to stretch her pussy.

Dave, feeling his cock being fed to Fran's cunt by his wife's hand, lowered himself onto Fran's mammoth tits. Feeling those firm mountains of tit flesh meeting his chest was wonderful, but it didn't take away from the sensation of Fran's cunt surrounding his prick!

Fucking his cock to the balls in Fran's cunt made Dave gasp. He let his prick lie still for a while as Fran's cunt tunnel caressed and held his cockshaft.

"It feels like you're reaching halfway to my heart!" Fran groaned as she enjoyed the feeling of Dave's prick throbbing inside her pussy.

Meanwhile, Peg reached into the hot area of their crotches. Her fingers crept about, feeling Dave's balls lying on the bottoms of Fran's ass-cheeks, the base of Dave's prick where it disappeared into Fran's parted cunt lips, and Dave's ass, tensed with lust.

Dave took in all the lovely things that were happening, all the wild sensations that flooded his fevered brain. Then he began pumping, fucking his cock in and out of Fran's tight, gripping cunt!

"Ohhhhh! Dave!" Fran gasped as she felt the force of his prick invading her pussy.

Dave's cock fucked into her relentlessly. He crashed his crotch to Fran's, fucking his prick deep. Then he pulled it so only his taut cockhead remained in her cunt, then lunged again.

Peg tried to hold his balls as he fucked Fran, but he moved too fast. So she left her fingertips at the entrance to Fran's pussy and enjoyed the way Dave's cockshaft slid over them.

"Ohhh! Ohhhh!" Dave began gasping as his orgasm bloomed.

Before coming, he experienced such a rush of pure bliss he knew this climax would be the greatest of his life. And when it hit he knew he was right!

"Ahhhhh!" he cried.

"Oh, Dave! Dave! Fuck me!" Fran chanted as she held onto his churning hips with her legs and ground her cunt around his plunging cock.

Dave kept his prick fucking in Fran's cunt as long as he could. Then he let his body go limp, resting his weight on Fran's tits and hips.

"That was so exciting to see!" Peg said as she pulled her hand from the fuck-site.

"I love the way you fuck, Dave," Fran said. "Lucky you, Peg!"

"Yeah, Dave tastes good care of my needs," Peg said. "He uses his tongue real well, too!"

"I know," Fran said.

Dave rolled off Fran and onto his back. His spent prick landed on his belly with a wet lap. But it hardly lay there a minute before Peg snuggled up, cupped his prick in her hands and began nibbling on it. Gradually, Dave's prick stretched and stiffened again.

When his prick was able to stand unsupported, Peg climbed on her husband and fitted his cock into her cunt. She rocked gently, stirring her cunt with his fucker.

"No hurry, honey," she said to Dave. "I just couldn't let your prick lie around while I felt like fucking."

Dave lay on his back looking at Peg. Then he saw Fran rise to her knees beside him. She moved to Peg and they kissed. The sight of the girls going after each other again made Dave's cock a bit harder.

Then Fran threw a leg over Dave's body, straddling him and facing Peg, who had begun to fuck on Dave's cock. The girls embraced and kissed.

Now Dave was presented with a view of Fran's ass where it rested on his chest, and he saw her back, crossed with one of Peg's arms as she held Fran. Dave imagined where his wife's other hand was-on one of Fran's wonderful tits!

Dave grabbed Fran's hips and ran his hands up and down the beautiful curves of her body. Then he reached around her to her tits which he grabbed. Sure enough, he had to share one of her tits with his wife.

Massaging Fran's tits while his wife rode his prick was a pretty good position to be in. Dave decided.

The girls moaned around their intertwined tongues.

Dave felt one of Fran's arms cross his wrist as he held onto her tits. It was obvious that Fran had reached down to her own pussy, and, when Dave felt her arm move with a scrubbing motion, he knew what she was doing. Again he wished he had a better view, but he certainly couldn't complain!

Having come so recently, Dave was able to last while Peg fucked herself into ecstasy on his prick. She moaned in heat as she continued kissing and feeling up Fran.

"Let me fuck him for a while," Fran said when Peg's orgasm ended.

Peg lifted herself from Dave's cock and backed up, hovering over his knees. Then Fran moved down over his hips with her back still toward him. Dave could no longer reach her tits as she fucked his prick up her cunt. But in that position, Dave had a better target for his hands-Fran's asshole peeked out at him and he fucked a finger into it.

The chicks were still kissing and holding each other's tits just as they had when Peg was fucking Dave. But now it was Fran's moaning that filled the room.

Dave joined Fran in a smashing orgasm.

"Oh, you look so beautiful when you come!" Peg said to Fran, making Dave wish he had a view of Fran's face, too. But it was enough for him to feel her cunt sliding on his cock and her asshole gripping his finger.

After Dave came, Fran climbed off him and the three of them lay side by side, Dave in the middle.

"Oh, Fran," Peg sighed. "This was so wonderful! I don't care if you're a witch or not."

"A witch?" Fran asked.

"Oh! I didn't mean a witch," Peg mumbled. "I only meant, well ..."

"I've been called a lot of things in my time, but never a witch," Fran mused.

"It's so silly," Peg said. "I was reading a book about witches when you moved in and my imagination got the best of me, I guess."

"I know how that happens," Fran said. "I once thought some neighbors of mine were Russian spies. But they turned out to be bookies."

They laughed, then slipped into a sound sleep.

Chapter Nine

After the threesome with Fran, Peg and Dave remained charged with kinky sexual energy. Now when they fucked each other it was as though Fran were still with them. They tried fucking standing up in front of a mirror once-something they had never done before. They liked it so much they tried it again with a twist. Dave fucked Peg up the ass while they stood in front of a mirror and Peg finger-fucked her cunt.

Even when they fucked in the usual ways, there was more excitement and passion. But they were eager for another dose of Fran's company.

They agreed to invite Fran and Phil over for the next evening. First, they made sure Skeet wouldn't be around. Peg called her sister who had a son Skeet's age and got her to invite Skeet over for the night.

It was Tuesday when Peg called Fran to make the arrangements for Wednesday. Tuesday was Phil's night to meet with his business partners, and the day Skeet always went next door to visit Fran.

"Your mom and dad invited Phil and me over to your place for tomorrow evening," Fran told Skeet when he came over.

"Really? I thought something was going on," Skeet said. "I got a call from my Aunt Jane inviting me to stay at their place tomorrow night, and I got the feeling my mom put her up to it. A kid knows when he's being gotten rid of."

"Well, it's going to be an adult evening and you probably wouldn't want to be around anyhow," Fran said.

"Hey, are you and Phil and my parents going to have an orgy or something?"

"Now, Skeet. Let's be discreet," Fran said. "One mustn't ask such personal questions."

"Holy shit! You and my parents really are getting it on!"

"Never mind," Fran said. "Right now, you and I are going to get it on, and that's all that matters."

Skeet was shocked to find out about his parents. But as Fran began unbuttoning her snug-fitting blouse, he forgot about his parents. His own lust blinded him to any other concerns.

Skeet was sitting on the couch. When Fran had stripped her blouse off, she went to him and straddled his lap, thrusting her firm tits into the boy's face. She smiled at the way his eyes followed her tits, shifting from one tit to the other as she approached him.

With the gorgeous sight before him and the warmth of those big tits radiating onto his face, Skeet's passion soared. And although Fran still had on her slacks, he felt the heat of her cunt as she pressed it to his crotch.

He lifted his hands to Fran's melon-sized tits and began enjoying the way they felt.

"You handle my tits so nicely," Fran purred. "Ummmmm!"

After running his hands lightly over her tits, Skeet began grabbing them tightly. He was still amazed at the way a pair of big tits felt.

"Suck them," Fran whispered.

Placing his hand beneath one of her tits and lifting it slightly, Skeet opened his mouth and brought it to Fran's big brown nipple. He began sucking.

"Ohhhhh, yeahhhhh!" Fran gasped, with all the pleasure she felt clear in her voice.

Each time Skeet had visited Fran he had become more aggressive. Now he sucked her tits harder than ever before. His teeth sank into her white tit flesh and left marks when he moved his mouth to her other tit.

"Aaaaaah!" Fran cried.

"Am I hurting you?"

"Nooooo! It feels wonderful!" Fran hissed as she thrust her left nipple back into the boy's hot mouth.

As he sucked her, Skeet grappled with the button on her slacks. When he'd opened her slack, Skeet stuck his hands into them, sliding them down over her ass.

Fran reached into Skeet's crotch and caressed his cock which was throbbing under the material of his jeans.

"Let's get undressed!" Fran suggested even though she had to give up Skeet's sucking mouth to do so.

She got off the boy and pulled down her slacks. Her underpants came down next, leaving her naked.

Skeet jumped up and began stripping, too. But he had only removed his shirt by the time Fran was nude. So she helped him finish undressing. Skeet was more excited by having Fran pull down his pants than he was by just about anything else she did, except maybe taking his prick into one of the hot fuckholes of her beautiful body!

When Skeet was naked, Fran pressed herself to him and they kissed. With her tits on his chest, her cunt muff and his balls in contact, and his prick pressed up against her body, Skeet was in heaven!

They sucked each other's tongue for a while as they grabbed each other's ass. Then Fran sank to her knees and took Skeet's prick into her hands, holding it in front of her mouth.

"I love your prick," she said, before beginning to lick his cock.

Looking down at Fran, Skeet watched her sucking him. What a sight it was-his prick disappearing into her mouth as his balls swung against her cheek. Her tits now touched his thighs.

Skeet lost himself in the pleasure of Fran's skillful cock-sucking. As he stood there, all he was aware of was the way her mouth moved and her tongue wiggled. Then he was vaguely aware of her hands: one on his ass and the other gripping his balls.

Suddenly Skeet sensed something wrong but he didn't know what it was. Fran was still sucking him as she had been. Still . . . something ... a noise!

It was a key in the door! Someone was coming in!

Skeet was alert like a frightened animal now, almost oblivious to the blow-job. Couldn't Fran hear? She was still sucking his cock, unconcerned.

The door swung open and Skeet was face to face with Phil, a man he'd never even met, although he had seen him when he'd peeked at the orgy.

Phil was surprised, obviously, but he merely entered the room and closed the door. Still, Fran continued sucking Skeet's prick.

Skeet was beyond speech. He began to back away, but Fran had a good grip on his prick, so Skeet was trapped. Phil hung up his coat and glanced now and then at the scene of kinkiness in the middle of the living room.

"I ... I ... " Skeet stammered as Phil walked toward him.

"Hello, dear. I'm home," Phil said into Fran's ear as she kept sucking on Skeet's prick.

"Hi," she said, finally taking her mouth from Skeet's cock, which now was barely able to maintain a ninety-degree angle from his body, "Want to join us? You don't mind, do you, Skeet?"

"Huh?" the boy asked idiotically.

"You don't have to," Phil said. "Harrison didn't show, so we canceled the meeting. Don't let me disturb you. I'll go into the bedroom."

"Are you sure?" Fran said. "I'd sort of like a double header."

"Oh, well, that sounds good to me," Phil said. "If you'd introduce me to your friend, we can see what he thinks."

"I'm sorry," Fran said. "How rude of me. Skeet, this is Phil. Phil, meet our neighbor, Skeet."

Phil stuck out his hand and Skeet took it by reflex-he was still too stunned to know what was going on.

"Nice meeting you," Phil said. "What do you say to a double header?"

"That's where one of you fucks me in the cunt and the other fucks me in the ass," Fran explained to Skeet.

"Uh, okay," Skeet said with a shrug, trying to be cool.

The next thing he knew, Fran had resumed sucking his prick and Phil was undressing.

Phil knelt behind Fran as she kept sucking Skeet. He kissed her neck and filled his hands with her tits. As Skeet watched the man joining them, he began to feel the special pleasure of sex with more than the usual number of players.

Fran pulled Skeet to the floor. Then she stretched out, with Skeet's prick still in her mouth. Phil began lapping her cunt. After a while Fran swung around, taking her sucking mouth to Phil's prick and bringing her gaping pussy to Skeet's face.

As he ran his tongue around in Fran's sweet pussy, Skeet thought about what Fran had said she wanted. Would he get to fuck her in the cunt or would he, being the newcomer, be consigned to her asshole? Considering that possibility, Skeet was troubled. Did he want to stick his prick up Fran's ass?

As he mulled this over, he began to see the pleasure in such a perversion. Yes, ass-fucking might be fun!

Skeet was licking Fran's cunt with his head stuck between her thighs from her front side so her ass was right in front of his eyes. By crossing his eyes slightly he was able to focus on her creamy ass-cheeks. Then he reached around her hips and pulled those asscheeks apart.

Staring at her puckered asshole, Skeet was more and more intrigued and excited about fucking her ass. Continuing to lick Fran's cunt, he brought his finger to her asshole and tickled it. Fran tensed at the touch of his finger, drawing her ass away. But then she relaxed and even pushed her ass out toward Skeet's probing finger.

That was all he needed. Now he hoped he would get to fuck his prick up her ass! Let Phil have her pussy.

Skeet was wild with this new idea. So wild he lost control of himself and craned his neck so he could reach Fran's asshole with his tongue. As he moved the tip of it over her asshole, feeling its drawn aperture, he was shaking. Then he pushed his tongue against the center of that tight hole and actually stuck it about a quarter inch in.

"Okay, guys," Fran said as she pulled her crotch from Skeet's face and her mouth from Phil's cock. "Fuck me!"

She got up onto her knees with her thighs spread. She held her own tits, massaging them with her fingers pressed to her nipples.

"I have a feeling Skeet wants to take the rear position," she said. "Right?"

Fran looked at Skeet with the hottest expression he'd ever seen. Skeet nodded his head eagerly as he crawled into position behind the kneeling woman.

"Oh, I love this!" Fran said breathlessly as she reached around and grabbed Skeet's prick.

As she pulled his cock into her crotch, Skeet put his hands on her high, round asscheeks.

"Stick your prick in my pussy first, to wet it," Fran said as she guided his prick to the soaking lips of her cunt.

Skeet gasped as his prick fucked into Fran's cunt. Then he felt her pull his cock out and move it to her asshole. But rather than let him stick his prick right into her ass, she put it back into her cunt again. Back and forth she moved his cock, until her asshole was well moistened. Then she held his prickhead at the target of her ass.

"Come on!" she pleaded.

Skeet leaned forward, bearing down on her asshole with his cock. And when he felt her asshole opening and his prick fucking into that tight chamber, he cried out with excitement. Farther and farther his prick fucked in, but very slowly.

"Ohhhhh!" she gasped with a hint of pain in her voice.

Fran was leaning forward, holding Skeet's prick where it emerged from her asshole. Then she carefully brought her body upright again.

"Come on, Phil!" she called.

Phil had been watching as he waited for his turn. Now he quickly came to Fran and got down on his knees in front of her. She grabbed him and helped him fuck his prick into her pussy.

Skeet was stricken with fuck-lust at the sensation of his prick lodged in Fran's ass. And as Phil fucked his prick up her cunt, Skeet felt it on the other side of the wall that separated those two pits of pleasure.

Now both cocks were crammed into Fran's crotch. Fran slowly began moving her hips back and forth, making the pricks fuck in and out. "Ahhh!" Skeet gasped at the sensation of her ass canal sliding over his prickhead.

She'd started slowly and carefully rocking her hips, but Fran was soon fucking wildly between the men. Skeet kept a good grip on her asscheeks with his fingers as his prick was swallowed deep into her ass.

"Oh, God! I love it!" Fran yelled.

Skeet couldn't believe what was happening. Nor could he believe how good it felt! Her asshole felt completely different from her pussy as it fucked on his prick. It was so much tighter!

It wasn't long before Skeet was filling Fran's ass with jism. And after he'd come, even though his cock cream had lubricated her ass, he had to withdraw his cock. It was just too tender after that fucking to leave it in that wildly thrusting asshole!

Popping his prick free, Skeet lay back on the floor and watched Phil continuing to fuck his cock up Fran's cunt.

As he watched them working at their fucking, Skeet remembered how he had peeked in at their orgy and had been struck dumb by the sight. Now he was part of that kinky life!

Phil held Fran around the waist as they knelt on the floor and fucked. From where he lay, Skeet had a great view of Fran's ass. With the thrusting and crashing of her hips, the firm flesh of her asscheeks quivered heavily with a fascinating motion.

"Ahhhhh, ahhhhhh!" Fran cried every time Phil's prick was fucked into her pussy.

Watching Phil and Fran kept Skeet involved, even though he'd shot his load. And when they were crying out in ecstasy, the thrill of his own orgasm came back to him.

After the fucking, Fran, Phil and Skeet sat around and talked. They even gave the boy a real drink and a cigarette. Skeet had never felt so grown up.

Chapter Ten

The next evening after dinner, Skeet was sent to his Aunt Jane's. He had to smile at his parents' eagerness to get him out of the way, and it was fun knowing what they were up to, when they had no idea that he had already fucked with Phil and Fran.

"How come you're making me go to Aunt Jane's?" he asked for the fun of it.

"We're not making you go," Peg said. "I thought you wanted to go. You haven't seen your cousin Dennis in months."

"Dennis is a nerd," Skeet said.

"Never mind," Dave said. "Have you got your toothbrush? Good. See you tomorrow."

Skeet wandered down the hall and around the corner to the elevators. Before the elevator came, though, he heard his mother and father welcoming Phil and Fran into the apartment they had just practically evicted him from.

Instead of going directly to his aunt's, Skeet went to the drugstore on the corner and called his cousin Dennis.

"You coming over or what?" Dennis asked.

"Meet me at the drugstore on the corner of Second Avenue," Skeet said. "There's something I've got to show you. You'll love it. We'll go back to your place later."

"Timmy Clark's here," Dennis said. "Can he come along?"

"Well, I guess," Skeet said. "Hurry up."

Skeet remembered when Dennis had told him about fucking. Skeet couldn't believe it, and Dennis had laughed at him. Now he was going to show Dennis something!

Waiting on the corner, Skeet eventually spotted Dennis coming. But there were two boys with him-Timmy and Fred. Skeet didn't like having all that company, but it didn't deter him.

"Hi," Dennis said. "What's going on?"

"Follow me," Skeet said without divulging any details.

Skeet led Dennis and Timmy back to his building. When the elevator opened, he found Tony and Boyd in it.

"Hey, Skeet, we were looking for you," Tony said. "But your mother said you wouldn't be back till tomorrow."

"Yeah, well, I haven't left yet," Skeet said. "I was just going to show these guys something interesting."

"Yeah? What?" Boyd asked.

Skeet knew he shouldn't invite any more boys along. But somehow he couldn't help it. Now all five got into the elevator and rode up to Skeet's floor.

The apartment Skeet lived in had two doors leading to the hallway. One was never used, but Skeet had a key to it. It led to the hallway off the bedrooms. Skeet and his buddies could easily slip into that door and hide in his room. From there they could climb out onto the balcony and peek into the living room, where Skeet figured the orgy would be.

As silently as a raiding party of Indians, the boys followed Skeet into his bedroom. He opened the window and climbed out. It was a short leap to the balcony-safe but scary.

One by one, the boys leaped-except for Dennis, who kept looking down at the street and measuring in his mind the distance he would fall if he didn't make it. The rest of the boys crawled to the doors that offered a view into the living room.

Even for Skeet, who knew what to expect, the sight was overwhelming! Fran and Peg were dancing together naked. They had put on one of Skeet's Rolling Stones albums and were shaking their naked tits to the beat. Dave and Phil were naked too, sitting on the couch with drinks in their hands.

"God!" one of the boys gasped. "Holy shit!" another croaked.

Skeet shushed them as they all crouched in a heap, barely hidden by the lounge chair. Dennis was still leaning out the bedroom window, wondering what was making the others gasp.

The naked chicks began dancing fast. Then, rather than holding each other by the hands, they grabbed each other's tits and kept dancing as they laughed happily.

The song ended and before the next began Fran and Peg fell into each other's arms and kissed. In spite of Skeet's admonitions, the boys gasped at the sight.

A crashing beside them attracted their attention, but when they saw that it was only Dennis sprawling on the balcony, unable to resist despite his fear, they gazed back into the window. Now they saw that the men had joined the chicks in a four-way embrace.

The chicks grabbed the men's pricks, sharing each of their cocks.

Slowly, they sank to their knees, then lay on the floor still kissing and groping. The boys on the balcony watched every kinky move.

As the four adults played, the boys watched. They saw things they had never even dreamed of. Mouths wedged into cunts, cocks fucked into the chicks' mouths, and tits were sucked and fondled. They changed partners every few minutes. Then the four fuckers crawled back up on the couch and rested.

The boys remained hidden, too stunned to move. None of them had even considered sneaking away as long as a single tit was exposed, except for Skeet who, now that the show was over, wanted to get away before they were caught.

"Come on," he whispered, and he moved toward the bedroom window.

"Look at that body!" Tony breathed, still in awe even after all he'd seen.

Skeet saw that Fran had gotten up and was dressing. The others remained on the couch.

"Come on!" Skeet repeated as he grabbed the guys and began pulling them away from the view.

Reluctantly, they followed. It was harder climbing back into the window, but they all made it. From there they crept to the unused door and back into the hallway.

"Keep it down," Skeet said as they headed for the elevator.

But just then the other door to the apartment opened and Fran stepped out. She didn't seem surprised to see five boys standing in the hallway. She closed the door behind her and stood staring sternly at the boys. Then she lifted her hand and bade them follow by motioning with a delicate finger as she walked to her own apartment.

They followed her into her apartment, not knowing what to expect. They only hoped they wouldn't get into trouble-except, of course, for Skeet, who had a pretty good idea of what was coming.

"You've been very naughty boys," she said sternly. "You'll have to pay the price."

"Did you know we were out there?" Skeet asked.

"I saw you," Fran said. "But none of the others did. So if you do exactly what I tell you, I'll keep it a secret. Now, all of you take off your pants."

Skeet began and the others followed. Looking at his friends' faces, Skeet saw they expected the worst. But he knew better.

When the boys' pricks were exposed, Skeet's was the only one hard. The others were in various stages of stiffness as their owners tried to make sense of what was happening.

When Fran began stripping, however, the pricks began growing. Soon, Fran was surveying five hard pricks pointed at her as she stood naked in their line of fire.

Then she walked past the boys, grabbing each of their pricks in turn. When she got to the end of the line-Dennis was in that position-she dropped to her knees and began sucking his prick.

The other boys broke formation and gathered around. Now their pricks throbbed around Fran's head like a crown of thorns.

"Uh, uh, uh!" Dennis grunted as Fran's lips slid back and forth on his cock.

Standing at attention, shaking and trembling, Dennis was sucked to a climax in no time. Then Fran swallowed his jism and grabbed another prick, Timmy's.

As she sucked Timmy's prick, the other boys began to understand what was going on. Now, as Fran sucked her second prick, they knew they were all on for the same treatment!

Timmy began groaning in ecstasy. Suddenly the others couldn't wait calmly. Tony dropped to the floor beside Fran and grabbed one of her tits. Boyd dropped to his knees on Fran's other side and grabbed her other tit, then began sucking it as Fran sucked on Timmy's jizz-spewing prick.

Finished with Timmy, Fran grabbed Boyd's head as he sucked her tit. Then she reached down to Tony's stiff cock as he fondled her other tit. She caressed his cock in her unique and sensational way.

"Fuck me, one of you!" Fran said as she stuck her ass out behind her like a bitch in heat.

Skeet was the only one experienced enough to take matters in hand. It seemed that the others didn't recognize Fran's position as an invitation to fuck doggie-style.

Skeet scurried behind Fran and brought his prick to her crotch. Feeling his way with his fingers, he spread Fran's drooling cuntlips and rammed his prick home.

"Ahhhh!" Fran cried, welcoming his cock inside her pussy.

Tony and Boyd now stared at Skeet as he made Fran moan. Dennis and Timmy stared too, the sight stiffening their already-spent pricks.

Even after all the fucking she'd done at the orgy, Fran seemed as eager and horny as ever. And the boys were very glad to be able to provide what she needed!

A cock up her cunt wasn't enough for Fran-not while there were four others wagging at her. So she grabbed Tony and forced him down on his back, his prick below her face. Then she dropped her opened, moaning mouth on his cock and began sucking. Her long fingers wrapped around his balls.

Boyd had to relinquish his sucking now that Fran's tits rested on Tony's thighs. So Boyd waited for Skeet to finish fucking, ready to take over.

Fran's body, bent over as she was, moved with two distinct motions. Her hips churned back and forth, meeting Skeet's fuck-thrusts, slapping her ass loudly against his belly. At the same time, her head bobbed up and down over Tony's crotch, making his prick, shining with her saliva, fuck deep into her throat.

"Aaaaah!" Skeet moaned as he came.

Boyd hovered at Fran's side, eager to fuck his prick up her cunt as soon as Skeet's was removed. Skeet, seeing his friend waiting, abandoned Fran's cunt as soon as his prick stopped firing. Boyd almost knocked Skeet over as he rushed to fill the void in Fran's pussy.

"Ahhhh!" Tony cried as Fran coaxed his jism into her mouth.

She drank Tony's cum as Boyd fucked into her cunt with his blunt prick. And as soon as Boyd began fucking his prick back and forth, Fran realized this was his first time with a woman.

Now each of the boys had either come or was working on it. But Dennis, the first to reach an orgasm, was waiting to take Boyd's place behind Fran's pistoning ass. And Timmy was lined up behind Dennis.

Now that her cunt was full again, Fran lifted her face from Tony's prick. She licked her lips and looked around for another cock to suck.

"Skeet!" she called in desperation. "Bring me your beautiful prick!"

Tony made way for Skeet, who sat down in front of Fran, spreading his legs beside her. When she took his prick into her mouth, Skeet felt the jolts that traveled through her body from where Boyd was fucking his prick up Fran's cunt. Still, Fran was able to give him an expert blow-job. And even though he had filled her cunt with jism minutes earlier, she was able to bring him to another climax, and a very powerful one!

After two orgasms, Skeet limped to the sidelines. He watched his friends swarming over Fran's body tirelessly-he thought they each must have come three times.

Tony was fucking Fran now for the second time after two blow-jobs. But he was panting with the effort and it didn't look as though he would come again soon. Dennis had his prick in Fran's mouth again and she was gobbling his prick hungrily, but Dennis seemed stuck at the threshold of coming without getting there.

Suddenly the door opened and Phil stepped in. As he had the last time, when Skeet was fucking Fran, Phil only seemed slightly surprised.

"We were wondering what happened to you," Phil said. "Dave and Peg are getting horny again. So am I."

"Oh, I'll be right over," Fran said as she lifted her face from Dennis's prick. "Tell them I was looking for my vibrator and that I've found it."

Phil left and Fran got up, popping Tony's prick from her cunt.

"You boys will have to excuse me," she said. "I've got to go back next door. It wouldn't be polite to walk out so early in the evening."

As Fran pulled her clothes on, it was clear she wasn't only concerned about being polite-she was eager for more fucking.

"Come back soon," she said as she left the boys. "All of you."

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Hot Family Next Door ....(61k)    by Brad Logan




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