Harold Davis, a shy eighteen-year-old, slouched down the street with his hands stuffed in his pockets, trying to look tough. A very pretty girl was coming his way. As he passed her, Harold tried to look like Humphrey Bogart. The girl burst into giggles.
"Shit," Harold muttered, blushing clear down to his toes.
His tough-guy act obviously hadn't worked. Harold glanced into a shop window and studied himself. He was five-feet-eight, skinny, with big feet, horn-rimmed glasses, and an unruly shock of thick brown hair. If he looked like any movie star at all, it was Woody Allen. Harold sighed deeply.
If only he'd develop some muscles, if only his shoulders would broaden, if only he had the kind of cool personality that drove girls wild . . Harold felt he desperately needed a girl. He seemed to be horny all the time. But at the rate he was going, he'd be a virgin till he was ninety.
Sighing, he started home. The streets of his small home town seemed to be crowded with girls, or, from Harold's point of view, legs and tits and asses. He could feel his cock growing hard for the millionth time that day. He'd have to stop in an alley and jack off. He couldn't let his parents see him with a hard-on.
By the time Harold slipped into an alley near his home, it had gotten dark. He hurried along, looking for some bushes to hide in. It wouldn't do if some neighbor caught him frigging himself. He wasn't proud of the habit, but what else could he do? With his appearance and his shy, awkward manner, he had about as much chance of getting laid as he did of becoming President.
Halfway down the alley, Harold stopped still and gawked. At first he didn't believe what he saw. It was too good to be true.
He saw a well-lit bedroom window, no curtains drawn. An attractive blonde woman had just come into the room and was starting to take off her clothes. Harold's eyes widened, and his glasses started to steam up. He crept closer. No, his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. The blonde was there, all right, unbuttoning her blouse.
Harold scampered over a low fence and ducked behind a bush near the bedroom window. His heart was pounding. From here he had an excellent view of the woman, who was slowly unbuttoning her blouse and humming to herself. Up close, he recognized her. She was one of many customers he remembered from his summer job at the supermarket.
Her name was Carolyn Masters, and she was recently divorced. Harold recalled the whale neighborhood gossiping about the way she and her husband had fought-screaming, arguing, and throwing furniture late into the night Finally Carolyn had had enough. She threw the guy out and kept the house for herself.
She was tall, leggy, with a curvy little figure that made Harold steam lustily all over. Her hair was very light blonde. She was about thirty-six years old, but her pert face and sexy long-legged walk made her seem younger. Harold thought she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
As he watched avidly, Carolyn Masters finished unbuttoning her blouse and let the silky garment slide down off her shoulders. Harold felt his already stiff young cock give a violent lurch of excitement. Carolyn wore a black lace bra with cups the size of large oranges. Her tits weren't huge by any means, but they were round and jiggly and perfectly shaped.
She went to hang up her blouse in the closet, and Harold allowed himself to breathe. He prayed his luck would hold, that she'd go on undressing and not remember to pull her curtains. He'd never seen a woman undress before. He'd never seen a real live naked girl.
There's been pictures, of course. Harold read and devoured everything he could find about sex, from Penthouse to Masters and Johnson. He figured he must be the town's leading authority on sex by now. He'd come a long way since grade school when he and his buddies thought babies got made by kissing and came out the mother's belly button.
Yes, Harold knew all there was to know about sex. Unfortunately, he had no one to practice it on.
Carolyn turned away from the closet and reached for the zipper of her skirt. Harold froze, not daring to make the slightest sound. He sure as hell didn't want to blow this chance. She unzipped her short skirt briskly and let it fall down around her ankles. She stepped out of it, now clad only in bra and matching black lace panties. Harold's rampant young prick leaked a big hot drop of juice..
Carolyn was certainly a neat and tidy person. She went to hang up her skirt in the closet. Harold's eyes followed her feverishly, adoring her tall coltish figure in the little black lace bra and panties. She wore red shoes with high narrow heels. The whole scene was blowing his mind, and he prayed it would last.
After hanging up her skirt, Carolyn sauntered across the room and stopped at her dressing table. She picked up a brush and began to brush her long gleaming blonde hair. With every movement her plump round boobs quivered delicately, peeping over the top of her tight bra. Her taut round ass deliciously filled her clinging panties.
Yes, it was too good to be true. Surely she'd remember about the curtains before she undressed any farther. He didn't have that kind of luck, at least not with girls, As far back as Harold could remember, he'd been bashful and clumsy, and girls had laughed at him. All the foxy chicks would have nothing to do with him. There was always some dog with a crush on him, usually the fattest girl in the class, but he never encouraged the dogs. He wanted only the beauties...
Carolyn Masters was a beauty, all right. As he watched her brushing her hair, he couldn't help fantasizing how it would be to make love to her.
His fantasies remained vague, though, because he was a virgin and had no idea what making out was really like. He'd never touched a girl before, never even kissed one.
It was crazy, he thought. He knew the anatomical description of a cunt, but he- had no Ida what one really felt like. He knew all the mechanics of sex, yet he didn't know how it felt to fuck. All his book learning only stimulated his lust for the real thing-but, hell, what girl would let him ball her?
Harold sighed deeply and told himself to quit bitching. At least he was getting this exciting private show. Not many people could say they'd watched Carolyn Masters take off her doilies. It was better than nothing-a whole lot better.
She must have given her hair a ritual one hundred strokes, because it seemed like centuries before she finally put down the hairbrush. Now, Harold n sure, she'd come to the window and pull the curtains. He crouched lower behind the bush in order not to be seen.
Instead, standing in plain view in the center of the room, Carolyn reached around and unhooked her bra.
Harold craned forward and fell flat on his face. Gasping, he picked himself up in time to see her remove the bra and toss it onto her dressing table. He saw his first pair of real live naked tits. They were gorgeous. She stood facing him, just standing there as if lout in thought.
Her bra hadn't been padded. Her lovely breasts were orange-size, perfectly round and firm. She had a good tan, but it didn't include her tits, which stuck out like creamy-white knobs in contrast. Her small nipples were a lovely rosy pink.
Carolyn stretched and yawned, raising her round firm tits high, then letting them drop and jiggle, the bright pink nipples dancing crazily, the creamy pale flesh wobbling. Again Harold's painfully erect dick gave a horny lurch and dripped hot juice. He moaned softly.
Christ, what he wouldn't give to cop a feel of those lovely soft tits... Of course, never having touched a woman before, he didn't know if they were soft. They could have been made of green cheese for all he knew. They just looked soft, that was all, soft and warm and yielding and just the right size for his hands.
Carolyn lazily brought her hands up under her pretty pouting tits and caressed them quickly, bouncing and jiggling them a little. She eyed herself in the dresser mirror and turned around slowly, inspecting her figure. She seemed satisfied, giving her reflection a saucy little grin. She had good reason to be satisfied, Harold thought. She was old enough to be his mother, but she still had an excellent body, lithe and slim and unwrinkled.
She was certainly a contrast to his own mother. Mrs. Davis wasn't much older than this woman, but she looked middle-aged, a plump little gray-haired lady who'd never dreamed of flying to look sexy. Mr. Davis, at forty, was like his wife, content to grow old. He was bald and bespectacled and had a pot belly. Harold's parents were nice, decent, dull people. He couldn't imagine them ever fucking, though they must have done it at least once in order to have Harold.
They couldn't have enjoyed it much, though. They were always telling him that sex was evil and dirty, that he should stay away from girls till he was married, and that nice people didn't talk or think about sex. Naturally Harold didn't believe a word of this, but he didn't tell his folk.. They had no idea of the lusty thoughts that crowded his mind day and night...
In fad lust was almost blinding him as he watched Carolyn Masters playing with her on tits before the dresser mirror. His cock ached, and his young balls were swollen almost to busting. He wanted to bellow with horny need, leap right through the window glass, and fuck her like a maddened animal. If only there were sonic way He suddenly suspended his thoughts as Carolyn hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and started tugging down the flimsy black lace garment Oh, God, thought Harold, oh, wow...
It couldn't be happening it was just too much. But right there before his feverish popping eyes he could see the beautiful blonde divorcee taking down her panties. If his luck held, he'd finally see a naked woman in the flesh. He'd finally see what a pussy looked like. He'd seen pictures, .. sure, but that wasn't the same...
Carolyn took her time about removing her panties, humming softly to herself, a dreamy far-away look in her blue eyes. Harold sweated as he watched, terribly afraid that she'd glance up and see the uncurtained window. He saw the creamy flat of her belly, her little recessed belly button. The panties inched down with maddening slowness.
Then he saw it, the first bright spongy hairs popping into view. He crawled closer. He had to risk it in order to get a better view. Down went the panties, revealing half of Carolyn's glossy little muff. Her pubic hairs were the same light blonde as her head, only more curly. She had a lovely snatch, a small thick puff of platinum fur.
At last her panties wafted down her long slim tan legs, and Carolyn stepped out of them with an absent-minded sigh. Harold still wasn't breathing or moving. He was all eyes, gawking hungrily at his first live naked woman. She was absolutely gorgeous to him, all curves and rounds and softness compared to his own bony, angular body.
His hungry gaze slid rapidly up and down between her pouting plump tits with their pointy pink nipples and the lush gloss of her blonde muff. His starved young cock had leaked right through his jeans by now, and he felt like his balls were going to burst. Oh, Christ, it was almost too much to take-that gorgeous naked woman just a few feet away, him so maddeningly horny, and no way in the world they could get together.
Crazily, Harold abandoned himself to a brief fantasy in which he knocked at her front door, displayed his enormous drooling erection, and said politely, "Ma'am, would you care to fuck?" No, no, that wouldn't work. But how the hell did you get girls to ball? There had to be a method ...
Carolyn bent down and picked up her discarded panties. She crossed the room and deposited them in a clothes hamper. She walked slowly back to the dresser and studied herself in the big mirror. Again she cupped and jiggled her tits, as if testing them for firmness. Satisfied with that, her hand trailed down and gently petted her glossy blonde muff. There was nothing wrong with that, either, as far as
Harold could see.
She put her hands on her hips and turned slowly round and round before the mirror, arching her body, cocking her hips, wiggling her butt, trying out various little smiles of invitation. She looked absolutely gorgeous to Harold, who would willingly have lumped through hoops and stood on his head to please her.
Suddenly Carolyn brought her fist down hard on the dresser, burst into tears, and yelled, "Oh, hell!"
Harold was startled by her sudden burst of tears and temper. He couldn't figure out what was bugging her. He watched with some concern. Carolyn jerked open a dresser drawer and brought out a framed photo and set it up. It was a picture of her ex-husband,. Eddie Masters, a big good looking truck driver with all the brains and manners of a gorilla.
Carolyn, quivering and sobbing, glared at the photo. Through the slightly open window Harold could hear her speaking angrily.
"You lousy cocksucker," she hissed, "I hate you, and I'm glad you're gone. You'll never hit me again, your dirty pig. I hope I never see you again, you drunk, you animal, you bastard... But, oh, God, I'm sooo horny!"
At last Harold understood. It had been about three months since Carolyn Master's divorce, and if she hadn't balled anybody in all that time, she must indeed be pretty horny. Again Harold felt the crazy injustice of the situation-a beautiful lonely woman and a ragingly horny boy, separated only by a wall. Why, why, couldn't he just walk in there and offer to help her out?
He had just what she needed, after all. The rest of his growing body might be homely and awkward, but Harold was pretty proud of his cock. Already his erect prick measured eight inches and was very thick. He kept careful track of its growth. He knew he was better hung than most of the guys he observed in the showers at school.
He sighed deeply. His cock was all ready for her, but he knew damned well that if he approached a woman like Carolyn Masters, she'd scream, get hysterical, or call the cops. It was a crazy world ...
Carolyn picked up Eddie's picture, hurled it across the room, and it shattered against the wall. She spat in that general direction but didn't bother to deal with the mess. She stalked over to her bed and threw herself down, sobbing quietly.
"Oh, hell," she wept, "I didn't know it'd be like this. Didn't know I'd be so horny. Oh, God, I need a man . . ."
Harold really felt for her. He'd been needing a girl for about three years now, needing one desperately, and he knew how awful it was to be achingly, constantly horny. He wished there was something he could do for Carolyn, some way they could break through all of society's bullshit and help each other out.
Carolyn sighed loudly and rolled over onto her back. Her pretty pale round tits were heaving with suppressed passion, the bright pink nipples sticking up taut and bumpy. Her pretty platinum bush glowed under the soft bedside light. She writhed and moaned, moving her slim curvy hips in a horny fucking motion.
"Oh, hell," she whimpered, "I have to ... No other way. ."
She drew her knees up and opened her legs very wide.
Harold lurched forward for a bettor look and again fell on his face. He was up again in a second, risking detection by running right up to the window end pressing his face against it. He just had to take that chance. Except for a few partially airbrushed photos, he'd never seen a pussy before.
The view was worth the risk. Carolyn had her legs far apart as she could get them, knees down back, her whole crotch blatantly displayed. Harold stared and stared. He'd seen photos and diagrams, but this was nothing like he'd expected. This real live pussy was so much prettier than he'd dreamed.
Between Carolyn's outstretched legs he saw a glistening circle of fine platinum curls, and inside that a narrow slit of bright healthy red flesh. Her little light brown asshole looked just like his, but the rest was new and strange territory. He saw plump wet scarlet lips of flesh around a tiny dark recessed hole. It had to be her cunt.
Farther up he saw another of plump lips, the blonde-furred lips of her mound. Sticking out between them was a fat little button of pink flesh. Remembering all his reading, Harold concluded that the funny little button was her clit, the most sensitive organ of the female body. But his real attention we focused on her cunt.
That tiny shadowed hole was alive, gasping and creaming, opening and closing in small spasms. It leaked bright thick cream, just the way his cock drooled juice when he was horny. The surrounding flesh was swollen and wet and pulsing, creamy from her steadily leaking cunt. Even the inexperienced teenager could tell that this woman was hotly aroused,
Carolyn lay like that for a moment, till her sobs quieted, and then she gave a deep sigh. She brought her hand down to pet her, pretty puff of golden fur. Her head lolled back limp and her eyes fluttered shut. Her little pink tongue tip nipped out to lick her full red lips. She wasn't crying now. She was breathing heavily, excitedly.
She touched her little pink clit with the tip of her finger and began to rub it.
"Ummmm," she sighed, "ummm..."
Harold didn't have to worry now about being seen. She had her eyes closed, a faint blissful smile playing over her face. Her body relaxed steadily, and she kept her slim legs drawn wide apart. Her fingertip caressed and rubbed and circled the bright pink shaft of her fat wet clit, moving faster and faster.
"Ahhhh," Carolyn moaned, "ahhhh, yesss..." Harold was steaming up the window with his excited breathing, and he quickly took out his hanky and cleared a spot for viewing. He was beginning to understand what was happening in there. Desperately horny, with no man to take care of her, Carolyn Masters was jacking off.
Only he supposed you couldn't call it jacking off when a woman did it. She had no cock to jack off. She just kept rubbing that funny little pink bud, her clit. Harold understood that girls could bring themselves off, like boys did, but not until now was he sure how they did it. The clit was the key, obviously.
As Carolyn rubbed briskly and steadily on her fat pink button, her whole pussy began to change. The red flesh got darker, a dusky-rose, and her cunt lips swelled up even tighter and fatter. Her cunt leaked more and more thick white steamy cream, leaked all over her ripe scarlet slit. Her hungry cunt mouth opened and closed it horny spasms.
"Ooooo," Carolyn whined, "Ohhhh, God, yesss..."
As if the brisk rubbing weren't enough, she suddenly seized her wet fat clit between her thumb and forefinger and began to knead it fast and hard. She worked the fleshy little nub hotly between her fingers, and the plump little appendage swelled and glowed and squirted. Carolyn's whole body flushed a rosy pink, and her slim curvy hips began to move in a helpless writhing motion.
"Yeah, yeah," she panted, "turn me on, baby, get me hot.. ."
Harold wondered what man she was fantasizing. He didn't have to daydream at all, not when he had the gorgeous naked blonde to look at Carolyn's mounting lusty excitement was catching. He knew he was taking a hell of a risk, but he quickly unzipped his fly and took out his red-hot stiff cock. He began frigging himself right along with the moaning woman.
"Oooo, that's good," Carolyn squealed.
Harold pumped his rigid throbbing meat in his hot sweaty fist, but his eyes never left the moaning, writhing woman on the bed. Carolyn was kneading her plump wet button like any, and her gasping cunt mouth was spewing heavy bright cream that trickled down her crotch and puddled on the bed.
Harold eyed her cunt mouth hungrily. He wondered how it would feel inside there, and he had a sense of heat and wetness, a delicious juicy nest for his achingly hard dick. Oh, Christ, if only he could magically fly through the window and fit his bulbous, drooling cock-head into that nipping trickling hole. His cock lurched violently in his fist at the thought of fucking Carolyn Masters.
Carolyn herself seemed to be reaching new heights of sexual frenzy. Her slim body writhed steadily, and her fingers were soaked with her glistening hot cream. Her rosy little clit fattened .and squirted between her busy fingers, and her voice was growing husky with excitement.
"Yes," she moaned, "Ohhhhh... Oh, God, yes, NOW.
She let go of her pulsing pink button and moved her hand down lower into her seething wet crotch. She touched the gasping soaked mouth of her cunt and rimmed it quickly, feverishly, with her fingertip. There was a big gush of cream, soaking her hand. She trembled violently.
"Put it in me," she said homely, breathlessly, "oh, please, stick it in me.."
It wasn't hard for Harold to follow her fantasy, to guess what her invisible lover was doing. Carolyn brought two fingers close together and began inching them up her soaked little cunt, keeping them stiff like an erect cock. Her white teeth showed in a lusty grimace as she slowly penetrated herself
"Uhhhh," she moaned, "UHHHH... Oh, God, yes, do it to meee!"
Harold's cock juiced furiously, making his pumping slick and fast. He watched bug-eyed as the beautiful blonde divorce pushed her two stiff fingers far up her soaked yielding cunt mouth, stretching her pink pussylips wide. Her face was pink and contorted with sensual bliss. Thick white hot cream poured out over her hand.
"Oh, Jesus, YES," she whimpered, "fuck me, PUCK ME!"
Suddenly she began jerking her fingers rapidly in and out of her hot cream-soaked box, just like a big stiff cock. She wailed homely and arched her lovely slim body to take the swift stiff jabs of the imaginary cock. Her teeth were clenched, her eyes open now but rolling aimlessly.
"Uhhh," she gasped, "UHHHH... AHHHHHHHH!"
Her body began to spasm violently, and she wailed loudly and incoherently. Harold realized she was coming. It was too much for him, and with a stifled gasp of pleasure he shot his wad all over her window. It was obscuring his view, but he couldn't stop. Delicious jolts of pleasure melted his loins, and he kept on shooting till his young cock went limp and wet in his fist.
Harold swayed dizzily as he groped for his hanky. He wiped a little space on the window and peered at Carolyn. Her spasms were just ending, her cries growing softer and weaker. She jerked her two stiff fingers a few more times, then let them slip from her satisfied cunt. She gave a little sigh that ended in a sob.
"Oh, my God," she wept, "what's wrong with me?"
Harold could have answered that. Wistfully he stuffed his limp wet prick back in his jeans, wishing with all his heart that he could give this beautiful woman what she really needed-a real live stiff cock. She looked so ashamed of herself now, ashamed of having to satisfy herself in that childish guilty way.
With a small embarrassed sob, Carolyn Masters leaned over and turned off her bedside lamp, leaving the room in darkness. Just then Harold heard a crunch of gravel in the alley behind him. Whirling, he saw the bulky shape of Sam Crocker, the city policeman who usually patrolled this neighborhood. Crocker was staring at him.
"Hey, kid," the cop growled, "whaddya doing there?"
Harold took off like a shot, making for Carolyn's front yard. In his panic he ran like a gazelle, easily vaulting hedges and fences. Sam Crocker was not so agile. He leaped at a low fence, missed, and hit the ground with a thunderous crash.
"Sonofabitch," Crocker wheezed.
Harold made his escape, racing across the street, through another yard, and into his own alley. He was sure Crocker hadn't recognized him in the darkness, and he wasn't much concerned about the fat cop. Next time he'd be more careful to conceal himself, that's all.
Because there certainly was going to be a next time. Harold had discovered an exciting new game, and he wasn't about to give it up. He'd be back again to watch Carolyn Masters, and he'd patrol the whole neighborhood to see if other women neglected to draw their curtains at night. This peeping business was a helluva kick.
Of course he'd rather get laid, but the chances for that were damned slim. Peeping was better than nothing at all.
Chapter Two
At home in his room Harold kept a particularly revealing girlie magazine tucked away under his mattress, and it was his custom just before bedtime to bring the magazine out and jack off while looking at the pictures. The night he watched Carolyn Masters, he found he didn't need-and didn't want-the pictures.
Now that he'd seen a real live woman undressing and playing with herself, magazines weren't enough for him any more. Just plain old jacking off wasn't enough, either. Harold was really hooked on his peeping experience, and he knew it. He could hardly wait for the next time it got dark.
AU day in school his mind kept wandering off geometry and English and biology, and onto the vivid memory of the beautiful blonde divorcee inching down her panties, hoisting and jiggling her pretty little boobs, rubbing her pretty pink clit and getting herself hotly aroused. Now THAT was the kind of thing he wanted to jack off to.
After dinner he started to slip out of the house, when his father looked up from the newspaper and said, "Harold, where are you going? It's dark out."
Harold knew fucking well it was dark out-that's why he was leaving. But of course he couldn't tell his father that he'd discovered a wild new game, spying on women while they undressed.
"Aw, I just thought I'd take a walk, Dad," he said lamely. "Get some fresh air, maybe see a few friends. You know. Don't worry, I won't be late."
His father frowned. "No, Harold," he said, "I don't want you out-after dark. You can do your walking and your socializing in the daytime."
"That's right," Harold's mother chimed in, "you shouldn't be out after dark, son."
Harold's mind worked quickly. If they stuck to this ridiculous idea that he shouldn't go out after dark, his new game would be ruined. He couldn't take that. He was just at the beginning of a fantastic adventure, a whole flew world of fun.
He yawned elaborately. "In that case," he said, "I guess I'll just go to bed."
"That's a good boy," said his mother. "You need the sleep, dear."
Good boy, indeed. Harold hurried upstairs to his room, stuffed some old clothes under the bed covers to make it look like he was sleeping, and crawled out the window. He slid down the drain pipe to freedom. In the future he'd use this method. It saved a lot of argument.
He hurried through the dark alleys to Carolyn Master's house, only to find it completely dark.
Either she'd gone to bed very early, or she's out somewhere Harold's heart sank right down to his socks.
"Fuck," he said.
He began to prowl other alleys, but he didn't have much hope of repeating his enormous good luck of last night. He saw quite a few houses where people neglected to pull their curtains, but there were few things worth watching. He saw people watching TV, people reading in bed, and one old guy doing push-ups. Big deal.
He was just about to give up and go home when he came to Eve Winters' house.
He knew the place. He'd delivered groceries there several times last year, just after Mrs. Winters' husband died and she didn't feel well enough to go out As he approached the place from the alley, he saw that the master bedroom was well lit and the curtains were open.
Harold vaulted into the back yard and drew up under a lilac bush just a few feet from the brightly lit window. He peered out through the leaves, and when he had a good look at Eve Winters, he hoped deeply that he'd be able to see more.
He hadn't remembered how beautiful she was. Eve was forty-five years old, but he hardly thought of her as middle-aged. Tall, with long thick raven-black hair, she had a richly-curved figure and long gorgeous legs and lowly smooth white skin. Tonight she was wearing a black scant-sheer negligee that clearly outlined the breath-taking curves of her voluptuous body.
But the most eye-catching thing about Eve was her mountainous out-thrusting breasts. They were huge, that was all. Harold figured she must have the biggest tits in town. It would be out of sight to watch her take off her bra-if he was that lucky.
As he watched, Eve strolled into the room and began taking pins out of her hair. She usually wore it piled on top of her head, but Harold thought it was much prettier when it cascaded down her back. After the pins were out she began brushing the glossy black mane. Harold moved closer to the window, his heart pounding and his palms sweating.
At last she put down the hairbrush and reached for the thin tie that held her robe together. She gave it a lazy tug, and the filmy black garment parted, revealing her flawless creamy white skin and matching white bra and panties. She slipped out of the negligee and crossed the room the hang it in the closet. Harold's eyes widened hungrily behind his glasses. Her ample round butt wobbled enticingly back and forth in the tight panties.
She turned from the closet, and he could see her enormous pale tits straining in the tight confinement of her bra, threatening to spill right over the top. He figured her bra was at least 44-D, based on his avid study of the lingerie section of Sears catalog. His cock lurched into fierce erection, crowding the crotch of his jeans.
Eve walked slowly toward the big dresser mirror, her mammoth pale jugs bouncing heavily. She looked at herself in the mirror and gave a deep long sigh. If she was unhappy with what she saw, Harold couldn't figure it out. She was gorgeous to him.
Still sighing, Eve reached around to unhook her bra, and Harold stopped breathing. She unhooked the thing, and the strong elastic band practically leaped out of her hands, it was tight. She caught the bra as it shot forward, drew it off, and placed it on her dresser.
Harold just managed to stifle a gasp of amazement and lust. Her breasts were even bigger than he'd dreamed. Each thrusting firm lit was literally as big as a watermelon. Yet those huge jugs didn't sag at all. They stuck straight out, creamy pale and capped with large light brown nipples as big as ice cream cones.
Harold sighed longingly-then damn near jumped out of his pants as he heard footsteps behind him in the alley. He ducked low under the lilac bush and held his breath. Peering out through the leaves, he saw Sam Crocker, the neighborhood cop.
Sam was staring avidly into Eve's bedroom window.
Harold really couldn't blame him. Sam Cracker was seeing the same thing Harold saw, the statuesque black-haired widow naked except for a little pair of white panties, her fantastically large long breasts wobbling gently before her, the golden brown nipples hard and pointed.
"Mother of God," Sam Cracker said hoarsely. "Oh, Lordy . ."
At that point Eve apparently decided that her hair needed more attention. She picked up the brush and went at it, and the effect was devastating for the two spying males. As she vigorously brushed her thick long hair, her huge tits wobbled and bounced crazily, great ripe melons jiggling and swinging
"Jesus, Joseph, Mary, and all the saints," said Crocker, his voice raspy with lust. "I'm only human. And her with no husband..."
The big cop finally wrenched his fevered eyes away from the window and hurried off down the alley. Harold didn't know how he was able to do it. Personally he couldn't stop gawking. With Crocker gone, he was able to get up on his knees and have a better view of the gorgeous widow and her enormous wobbling jugs. It made his hard young cock drool with longing.
Eve finished brushing her hair. She laid the brush down on the dresser, shook her shiny black mane out of her face, and stood back-to look at herself. She seized her panties and started pulling them down.
Harold couldn't help it-he had to get closer. He sneaked right up to the window, only inches from the pane, and watched avidly as Eye Winters inches her panties down. He saw her from the side, and he licked his lips as her full round ass came into view.
Then he saw the lustrous raven-black bush covering her mons. His glasses steamed up. Her snatch was bigger and more awe-inspiring than Carolyn Masters' little blonde puff. Eve's shiny black bush covered the whole lower half of her belly, a lush triangle of ebony fur. Harold gawked at it as she lowered her panties and stepped out of them.
He had the craziest urge to bury his face in that soft expanse of fur. He wondered if Eve would like that. Apparently not, for as she eyed her lush thick puff in the mirror, she frowned.
Then the doorbell rang.
Eve started, muttered, "Damn," and raced for the closet, her huge jugs bouncing crazily, her big round buttocks jiggling. She grabbed the filmy black robe and hastily put it on. There was no time for bra or panties. She raced out of the room as the doorbell rang a second time.
Harold was keenly disappointed. Whoever it was had spoiled his show, just when it was getting interesting He figured his luck had run out, but he decided to wait around for a few minutes just in case. While Eve WOS out of the room, he pushed the window open just a crack and tried to hear who her caller was. All he got was mumbles.
Then Eve was coming back into the room, looking annoyed. Right behind her came Officer Sam Crocker, a flashlight in his big fist and a stupid leer on his face. While Eve had her back turned, he ogled her tall lush body with undisguised lust.
"This is ridiculous, Sam," said Eve. "If there was a prowler in my room, I'd certainly have noticed by now."
"Eve, you can't be too careful," Crocker replied, using his best professional voice. "I saw a young guy prowling the neighborhood last night, and I'm checking up on all single women, just to be sure. We could be avoiding a tragedy, you know."
"Very well, Sam," said the widow.
She stood there with her arms folded across her big thrusting tits, tapping her foot impatiently while Crocker looked into the closet and shined his light around and then got down and looked under the bed. He was a big beefy guy, around fifty, with a large beer belly, and he was panting when he got up.
"Well, I guess you check out okay," he said, sitting down on the edge of the bed and mopping his red sweaty face. "I just wanted to be sure. I get concerned about you, Eve, living all alone here since Edgar died. I hope you're getting along okay."
Eve Winters did not look impressed. She saw where Cracker was staring-right at the ample cleavage of her big creamy breasts-and she wrinkled her nose as if he were some big smelly animal. Which wasn't too far wrong, in Harold's opinion.
"I'm doing fine, Sam," she said coolly, "and I thank you for your concern. Now I'd like to get some sleep."
Reluctantly Croaker stood up, his gaze still helplessly riveted to her big thrusting boobs. By now it was clear to Harold that the beefy cop hadn't come looking for any prowlers. He'd just used that as an excuse to be closer to Eve.
"You sure there isn't, uh, anything else you need?" Croaker said in a horny rasp.
Eve flushed slightly. "Need? Of course not," she said. "I don't mean to be impolite, Sam, but I'd really like you to go now. I'm very tired."
Crocker acted like his size fourteen shoes were glued to the floor. He just couldn't take his little blue eyes off her fantastic body. He finally managed to take a few steps forward, toward Eve. He was breathing so loud, Harold could hear him outside. His beefy face was flushed and glistening with lusty sweat.
"Eve," he said, "it's been over a year now since Edgar died. A beautiful dame like you... You must need a man."
Eve blushed angrily. "I told you I'm perfectly fine," she said. "You'd better leave now, Sam. You're not behaving properly."
"To hell with that," Crocker growled.
He grabbed Eve and started kissing her hungrily, pawing her big curvy body. Eve screamed and pushed him away so hard that he stumbled backward onto the bed. He gave a long, low, mournful howl of lust.
"Aw, Eve, have a heart," he said. "I got the hots for you. I got a hard-on so stiff, it's killing me. Just look."
Lying on his back, Crocker unzipped his fly, and out popped his rigid rosy dick. Harold was not impressed. It was no more than six inches long and of skinny, not as big as his own. It had an effect on Eve, though. Her face went beet red, and her mouth dropped open.
"Come on, baby," Crocker crooned hoarsely, "help me out. I bet you could use a good long fuck, huh? Do us both a favor Eve tore her eyes away from Crocker's stiff-standing reddish dick, as if it were a poisonous make. "Absolutely not," she said icily. "You get out of my house, Sam Crocker, or Ill call the Chief of Police. This is disgusting conduct for a law officer."
Finally understanding that words would do no good, Crocker heaved a big sigh and got to his feet. He unbuckled and unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them and got rid of his shorts. Harold could well understand the horrified look Eve gave him.
Sam Crocker was not a thing of beauty. His big flabby white belly hung down almost to his cock. His swollen balls were wormy white and hairy, his cock a skinny unattractive red rod. He approached Eve snorting like a bull, his eyes little and squinty and lusty.
"Come on, baby," he panted, "you know you'll like it. A woman can't go this long without wanting it. I'll fuck you real good..."
Speechless with shock, Eve backed away from the red-faced cop till she was right against the wall.. Sam came huffing and puffing toward her, his ugly stiff red cock sticking out in front of him. He crushed up against her, growling and snorting, and lifted her negligee up over her big beautifully rounded ass.
Eve's knee connected with his pot belly, and Sam Crocker went flying back across the room with a howl of surprise. He stumbled and landed on his back on the floor, his rosy stiff prick standing up ludicrously and dribbling bright juice.
"Aw, baby," he whined, "don't be mean. I need it so bad."
"Well, I don't," said Eve, "and certainly not from you. You're a married man, Sam Crocker. You ought to be ashamed."
"Just 'cause I'm married don't mean I'm blind," Sam said gloomily. "You're a gorgeous chick, Eve, and I got the hots for you so bad ... Come on, honey, please, give me a little. I could make you like it."
"Hardly," said Eve. "But I understand men. I know you become animals when you're lusty. I know you won't leave me alone till you're satisfied. So to end this extremely tedious scene, I'll put you out of your misery."
She walked firmly across the room to where the big beefy cop lay. She knelt down beside him and, with an expression of distaste, curled her fingers around his stiff rosy cock, nesting it in her fist.
"Hey," Sam said wonderingly. "Whaddya gonna do?"
"I believe it's called a hand job," Eve said coldly. "It's not my idea of fun, but if it'll take the starch out of you, it'll be worth it."
She began to pump his cock in her fist.
Harold drew closer to the window. His own cock was achingly stiff and it leaked a big rush of juice.
He watched the gorgeous widow frigging the red-faced cop. Man, what he wouldn't give to have her do that to him. He bet it really beat jacking off...
"Aw Jesus," Crocker whined.
His fat face got redder than ever, and a lusty grin twisted his mouth. His little blue eyes rolled crazily. His skinny red cock started to drool a steady stream of bright juice onto Eve's pumping fingers, and he began to pant like a freight train.
"Yeah, baby, yeah," he moaned, "jack me off... Yeah, pump that meat... Awww, Jesus, honey, that's good.. ."
Eve watched his fat red face with an expression of utter contempt. She did not watch her own little fist, which pumped briskly and steadily up and down the rosy hard pole of his prick. His dribbling juices made her pumping stick and fast.
Harold sighed and leaned against the window, steaming up the pane. He would have given anything to be in Crocker's place, to have a lovely mature woman pumping his achingly hard dick. That fat cop didn't deserve it, dammit. He had a wife to fuck, but Harold had no one. It just wasn't fair.
"Yeah, baby, go," Crocker babbled, "pump that meat... Frig me fast, doll... Ohhhh, Lordy, AWWWW!"
His fat belly arched up, his cock nosing hard into her fist, and the hard purple head of his dick clenched and shot. Thick white come jetted into the air, several big blasts of it. Eve cringed and ducked out of the way, jetting his squirting cock waggle free. Crocker's glistening jis, sprayed the ceiling, walls, and floor.
"My God, what a mess," Eve said disgustedly. "I hope you're satisfied."
Grinning stupidly, Crocker got wheezily to his feet and put on his pants. "That was swell, honey," he said. "I mean, it was good for openers. I know you're bashful about it, but next time-"
"There won't be a next time," Eve said hotly. "I did that awful thing just to get you off my back, but I'll never open my door again to you, Sam Cracker."
"Aw, now, honey," Sam said.
"OUT," said Eve.
She grabbed a heavy ashtray and charged at him. Crocker fled, as fast as he could move his bulky body. Eve chased him out of the room, and Harold heard the front door slam, then the rattle of a chain lock.
Eve came back into the room, flushed and disheveled, and burst into loud angry tern.
"Bastard," she sobbed. "animal... Oh, God, Edgar, if only you were still alive... You were so gentle . . ."
She collapsed on the bed, weeping, and Harold felt very sorry for her. Obviously she'd liked her husband's love-making very much, and then he had to die. She certainly didn't want a big rough slob like Sam Crocker. Life wasn't very fair at times.
As last night with Carolyn, Harold thought how insane it was that he couldn't do anything to help the lady out There he was, cock stiff and ready, willing to make love any way she wanted it. And there she was, beautiful and lonely. Yet she'd never dream of taking a teenage boy for a lover.
Presently Eve got up and blew her nose and dried her eyes. She went to the dresser, gave her tousled hair a quick brushing, and took off her negligee. Harold longingly ogled her tall lush body as she went to the closet to hang up the gown.
She turned, facing him, and walked slowly over to the bed, her great pale melon tits swaying heavily. Her big black bush glistened. Harold felt his rigid prick twitching with lust, dripping juice again. Christ, if only there were some way he could take her to bed and comfort her.
Eve lay down on the bed with a big sigh, not getting under the coven. She gradually made her body go limp, and then her hand traveled slowly down her body to touch the lustrous jet-black Bar of her mons. She petted and stroked it almost idly, sighing softly.
"Edgar, dammit," she said wistfully, "I need you. Oh, God, how I need you. I'm ashamed to admit it, but even that damned gorilla got me aroused just now. I hate him, hate that type of man, but I couldn't help remembering how it was to . . . to fuck."
She blushed as she said the word, but she went on stroking her pretty black fur patch. It was almost as if she were summoning Edgar's ghost to come out of the walls and fuck her. No such luck: All she had was her own hand.
And she knew it. Gradually she pried open the thick-furred lips of her plump mons and exposed the fat lump of her clit. Harold pressed his face against the window, breathlessly eager for his first glimpse of her pussy. Eve sighed and opened her long shapely legs.
Her crotch was pointed right toward him. Harold's eyes bugged as she parted her creamy thighs. Her slit was a gorgeous bright red, ripe and swollen and glistening with pussy juice. It was encircled by a thick fringe of black curls. Her pussy seemed bigger, redder, and more lush than Carolyn's.
He could see the lift le wrinkle of her asshole, the plump thick lips of her pussy, and the wide dark mouth of her cunt. A steady little river of juice poured out, puddling on the bedspread. Farther up, between the fat furry lips of her mons, he saw her clit. It was bigger, fatter, and more rosy than Carolyn's small pink button.
Eve held her furry mons lips apart with one hand. With her other hand she searched out her plump red clit and began stroking it with a brisk fingertip. The fat nub responded instantly, swelling up and growing richly scarlet, moistening fast.
Eve sighed, "so nice."
Like Carolyn had done the night before, she lay back limp and sighing, steadily rubbing her shiny red button, getting herself rapidly aroused. Harold made a note to himself, if ever he got next to a girl, he'd do that to her clit, rub it gently but steadily and make her hot. Women really seemed to get off on it.
"Edgar, darling," Eve moaned, her eyes closed, "play with meee ... Ummmmm, yes, yes... That feels so good..."
Another fantasy man. Harold sighed. It seemed insane that lovely women like Carolyn and Eve had to frig themselves, fantasize lovers, when the world was full of horny men. The world, in Harold's opinion, was totally fucked.
But watching Eve was a powerful turn-on, and it wasn't long before Harold slipped his swollen hot dick out of his jeans and began pumping it. Eve's excitement infected him, and the faster she stroked her wet red clit, the faster he pumped his hard thick cock.
Just as with Carolyn, she finally got to the point where stroking and rubbing her clit wasn't enough. She desperately wanted something in her aroused dripping box. Carolyn had used her fingers, but that didn't seem to occur to Eve. She looked frantically around the room, and her hot glazed eyes settled on the hairbrush.
She staggered over to the dresser and seized the brush. It's hard plastic handle was about eight inches long and pretty thick. Hurrying back to the bed, she spread her legs shamelessly wide and thrust the rigid plastic handle into her wide drooling cunt mouth. Harold saw it disappear right down to the bristles.
"Ahhhh, GOD," Eve whined.
She started working the brush handle furiously in her molten nipping twat, jerking it stiffly in and out Her tall lush body arched stiffly, and her voice got hoarse and frantic. The brush handle zipped in and out of her hair-fringed hole, wet with her juice.
"Yes, Edgar, yes, she wailed "Ohhh, YESSS..."
Harold came just as she did, spraying the window with his come, stifling a yelp of bliss. By the time he recovered, Eve had turned out her light. Harold sighed, zipped up, and started sneaking back toward the alley. The show was over for tonight.
"Hey, kid!" Sam Crocker growled. "I see you. Stop right there."
Harold had been so involved in watching Eve that he hadn't noticed Crocker coming down the alley. The big cop was only about twenty feet away, shining his flashlight around, trying to get a better, look at Harold's shadowy figure in the bushes. Harold turned and ran, vaulting a high fence between Eve's house and the Anderson's back yard. Too late, he remembered that the Anderson's kept a mean-tempered German shepherd named Fang.
He landed in the Anderson's back yard, and Fang came racing out of his dog house, teeth bared, barking like crazy. Lights went on all over the Anderson house. Harold learned to fly. He went straight up into an apple free and pulled himself up into the concealing leaves just before Fang could reach him.
"Halt! Police!" yelled Sam Crocker, wheezily vaulting the fence. "FUCK," he yelled as the German shepherd bit him in the leg.
Mr. and Mrs. Anderson and several of their kids came pouring out of the. house. "My God," said Mr. Anderson to the howling cop, "what happened, Sam?"
"Your fuckin' dog hamstrung me, that's what," Crocker groaned. "I'll be outa action for weeks."
Unnoticed in the tree, Harold grinned fiendishly. With Cracker out of the way, he could do all the peeping he wanted.
Chapter Three
The next evening Harold explored some new alleys just to see what he could turn up. With Sam Crocker in the hospital, he didn't worry about being interrupted. Sam's replacement was a timid and inexperienced rookie who never came into the alleys.
Before long Harold came upon an unusual, if not exciting, view. At Walter Baxter's house there were lighted uncurtained windows on both the first and second floors. By climbing a tree in the back yard, Harold could see into both rooms.
Downstairs was the master bedroom. Wilma Baxter, Walter's wife, was too fat to climb stain. On the second floor was the bedroom of Kitty James, the Baxter's housekeeper. Harold knew the women of the house from delivering groceries there, and Walter Baxter, a balding mailman, served Harold's block.
Harold seated himself comfortably on a wide branch of the tree, just in time to see Wilma Baxter come waddling into the master bedroom. When he looked at her, Harold felt pity for Walter. Imagine being married to that wheezing tub of lard. Wilma was only of avenge height, but she must have weighed about two-hundred and fifty pounds. She was in her mid-forties, a graying brunette who did nothing to make her appearance more youthful.
Wilma paused to catch her breath, then began laboriously tugging off the huge yellow tent that served as her dress. Harold was certainly now aroused by watching the obese older woman undress, but he did feel a certain curiosity. He wanted to know exactly what horrors poor old Walter faced in bed.
At last Wilma managed to get the big tent-like dress off over her head, and she let it fall to the floor, too winded to lean over and pick it up. She was wearing voluminous pink panties and a severely strained pink bra. Harold winced. You could hardly call that a figure. Huge rolls of wormy white fat jiggled where Wilma's curves used to be After once more catching her breath, Wilma grunted as she reached around to unhook her bra. As she removed it, Harold saw that her tits weren't really very large, just average with small brown nipples. They only looked big under her clothes because of all the fat. Wilma dropped the bra and started taking down her panties.
Harold felt more like he was watching a horror movie than a strip show, but he kept looking, for lack of anything better to do. Wilma managed to tug her pink panties down over her enormous jiggling white ass, and they dithered slowly down her sausage-like legs. With a big wheeze she stepped out of them and left them lying on the floor.
She turned and waddled over to the bed. Harold had a glimpse of her triangular brown and gray muff, almost hidden by the sagging rolls of her belly fat She turned back the covers and hoisted herself into bed, panting from the effort. When she had caught her breath once more, she let out a shout like a wounded moose:
"WALTERRRRR! GET IN HERE!"
Poor sonofabitch, thought Harold.
Walter Baxter came timidly into the room. He was a skinny little guy with almost no hair, wearing gold-rimmed glasses. Harold liked him a lot. He always had a good word or a joke to tell as he delivered the mail. Right now, though, Walter Baxter looked like he was going to his execution.
"Yes, dear?" he said meekly.
"Pick up my clothes and come to bed," Wilma barked.
Walter started picking up her discarded clothing. "I had hoped to watch a program at ten," he said pleadingly.
"Something with half-naked girls in it, no doubt," Wilma said with a menacing glare.
"Oh, no, dearest," said Walter. "It's a survey of the latest developments in botany, quite educational."
"Oh, very well," said Wilma, burrowing down into the covers like a monstrous, bloated worm. "I won't need you tonight anyway."
Walter looked enormously relieved. He put his wife's discarded clothing in a hamper, turned off the light, and tiptoed out of the room. Soon Harold could hear Wilma's penetrating snore. He took his head in wonder. How in hell would you ball a woman like that, provided you even wanted to? There was so much fat in the way, you could hardly get to the target.
He was about to leave and check out Carolyn and Eve, when something caught his attention. Another small window showed a dimly-lit stairway, and Harold saw a figure flitting past. He glanced at the upstairs bedroom window and saw Kitty James enter the room.
Kitty, a twenty-seven-year-old redhead with lots of freckles, was about as skinny as Wilma was fat. She was perhaps five-feet-seven but only weighed about a hundred pounds. She had worked for the Baxters ever since Wilma became too fat to do the housework, about five years now. Harold had always felt sorry for Kitty. She was a nice girl but not too bright, and she, wasn't pretty and classy enough to attract a husband.
Kitty closed her bedroom door with a weary sigh. She kicked off her shoes and started across the room, unbuttoning her blouse. Harold's interest picked up. Watching Wilma strip had hardly been a turn-on, but Kitty was young and slender.
She took off her blouse and hung it over a chair, then unzipped her skirt. This show was not going to be slow and tantalizing like the others Harold had seen. Kitty was tired and eager to go to bed. Off came the skirt, and she stood there in blue panties and bra, yawning.
Harold felt his cock twitching into life. Kitty had a much nicer figure than he would have guessed. She was thin but sweetly curved, with a tiny firm waist and slender rounded hips and really nice legs. Her body was delicately pale all over. As she reached around to unhook her bra, Harold inched closer along the tree branch.
Kitty unhooked her bra with a loud sigh and dropped it over the back of the chair. Again she stretched and yawned, lifting her small pert tits high. They were no bigger than apples, but very round and plump and pretty, with small strawberry-colored nipples. They wobbled enticingly as she lowered her arms.
She skinned quickly out of her panties and just let them drop on the floor. When she straightened up, Harold saw her tiny flame colored bush, just a delicate narrow line of coppery curls. He thought it was quite pretty. His cock evidently agreed, for it lurched into stiffness. His young balls swelled up, crowding the tight crotch of his jeans.
Yes, Kitty might be on the skinny side and a little homely, but she really had a nice body. Harold steamed with lusty longing as he thought of lying next to that sleek soft girl, fondling her pretty tits, petting her silky little red bush. Kitty looked so clean and fresh She wandered over to her dresser as if already half asleep and removed the hair net which Wilma required her to wear while cooking. Her bright red hair streamed out of its confinement, long and straight and shining, reaching almost to her cute little round butt. She brushed it quickly, just enough to get the tangles out.
"Oh, man," she sighed, "I'm beat..."
She stumbled over to the bed and fell face down on it, not getting under the coven, not turning out the light. She just lay there quite still for some time, till Harold wondered if she'd gone to sleep. Then she suddenly rolled over, trailed her arm over the edge of the bed, and reached under the mattress.
Kitty produced a glossy magazine with color photos, one of those liberated magazines for women that show naked men. She turned quickly to the centerfold and pulled it out full length. Squinting, Harold saw that it was a photo of a muscular long-haired guy standing on a beach. He was stark naked and had a huge erect prick.
"Oh, wow," Kitty breathed.
She stared and stared at the photo, holding it close to her face. Maybe she was near-sighted, or maybe she just wanted a better look at his cock. She certainly wasn't looking at his face. She ogled that big thick erect dick, his brown wiry bush, and his swollen dull red nut sacs. She licked her lips.
After staring at the centerfold for a long time, Kitty set the photo-down beside her on the bed where she could watch it, and she slid her pale freckled hand down her slim body to touch the crisp curls of her little flame-colored bush. She petted herself there, sighing softly. Then she slipped her hand between her legs.
Harold had done enough peeping by now to know what the young housekeeper was up to. It amazed him that there were so many lonely lusty women in town, women who had to frig themselves to relieve their sexual needs, Kitty James was obviously one of them.
Lying on her back, her cute round boobs sticking up firm and pouting, Kitty began to play with herself. She kept her eyes on the photo of the well-endowed young man, and she parted her slim legs widely. Harold now saw her slit, a delicate thin pink line of flesh. Her coppery mons lips parted, too, and he saw the tiny pink dot of her clit.
Kitty's clit and pussy were smaller, more delicate, and a lighter pink than those of Carolyn and Eve. She was younger, built on a smaller scale. But she was just as horny as the older women. She slipped a fingertip onto her tiny button and began to rub it briskly, jiving an immediate sigh of pleaser..
"Oh, wow," she murmured, "it feels so good."
Harold had a good view of her crotch, and as she sighed and rubbed her slick little clit, he watched her light pink pussy lips swell up with arousal. Her small shadowed cunt mouth began to leak a little trickle of bright juice. A lusty little grin twisted her snail mouth, and her eyes fluttered shut.
"Ohhhhh," Kitty sighed, "ahhhh..."
Harold's straining stiff dick began to leak juice, and he edged his way even further out on the tree branch, wanting the best view possible of the slim naked redhead. Smiling blissfully, eyes tightly shut, she rub lied and rimmed her little pink clit steadily. Soon her whole delicate pussy was swollen and wet, flushing from light pink into a riper scarlet. Thick cream bubbled from her gasping little Hot mouth.
"Ooooooo," she squealed, "ahhhhh. . ."
Her pale little hand trailed down into her crotch, approaching the leaking cunt mouth with its delicate fringe of red curls. Probably she was going to stick a finger or two up her cunt, like Carolyn had done, pretending it was a cock. Harold wished with all his heart that he could offer her the real thins He sure a hell was ready.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught movement Another figure flitted the little window on the stairs. Someone was coming up to Kitty's room, and there she was, oblivious to danger, happily frigging herself. Harold wished there was some way to warn her. It would be so embarrassing to get caught like that.
He stained forward, worried. Kitty, her eyes still shut tight, slipped a fingertip into her gushing little hole and began to rim the tight wet opening. She sighed loudly, then inched her slim finger farther into her aroused little cunt. Harold saw the doorknob turning.
Walter Baxter opened the door silently and stepped into Kitty's bedroom. He looked flushed and excited, his eyes hot and gazed behind his gold-rimmed glasses. When he saw Kitty naked on the bed, one slim finger thrust up her cunt, the balding mailman blushed scarlet from his shiny dome right down to his toes.
"Ahhhhh," Kitty was moaning, "ahhhhh, yesss . ."
She kept inching her finger deeper into her small slick hole, no doubt pretending it was the stiff cock of the guy in the centerfold. She'd forgotten the rest of the world, her little mouth twisted in a horny leer. At last she had her finger lodged right down to the last knuckle. Her thick white cream spurted around it. She began to frig herself, jerking the stiff finger in and out of her juicy twat like a miniature cock.
"Fuck meee," she whined, "yeah, yeah, fuck meee..."
All the while Walter Baxter stood near the door, blushing scarlet, his eyes riveted to Kitty's lovely slim pale body. His crotch was sharply tented, and he kept licking his lips. At last he gave a shiver, as if waking from hypnosis. Quickly he began taking off his clothes.
The middle-aged mailman wasn't much to look at. Wormy-pale, skinny, bony, he had almost no body hair. His cock was long maybe eight inches, but thin and blue-white. His nut sacs were about the size of golf balls even in their swollen state, little rosy bags covered with wispy black hairs.
Still hot-eyed and licking his lips, Walter Baxter approached the bed. His skinny eight-inch cock was so stiff that it hugged his belly tightly. The purplish hard cock-head oozed little bubbles of juice, and his nuts were so taut they hardly quivered as he walked.
Kitty still had her eyes closed, jerking her finger swiftly in her wet lusty box, her blissful sighs and moans drowning out any noise Walter might have made. He looked at her like she was a huge platter of prime rib done just to his taste.
Swallowing hard, Walter eased himself onto the bed beside her and said hoarsely, "Kitty."
She screamed. She was so startled, she rose right off the bed, then crashed down again, gawking at Walter. Her green eyes went huge when she saw that he was naked. Blushing hotly, she whipped her cream-soaked finger out of her cunt.
"Mr. Baxter," she said wonderingly. "What are you doing here? Oh, my God, you saw me... I'm so embarrassed."
She looked like she wanted to drop through the floor; Walter spoke quickly and soothingly.
"Kitty, there's nothing to be ashamed of," he said. "Everybody gets horny-at least even normal person does. That's what I came up here to talk to you about. You don't have a boyfriend, and I only have that. . . that mountain of fat who calls herself my wife. Naturally I don't like to make love to her.
You see, Kitty, I thought you and I might be able to help each other out. I was just going to talk to you about it, but when I saw you, uh, like that, I guess I got carried away.
Harold liked the guy. He liked his honesty, liked the way he didn't try to maul and force the girl like Sam Crocker had done to Eve. Even though he was desperately envious and wanted to be in. Walter's place, he wished the timid mailman luck. He hoped ol' Walter would score. It would be a good thing for both Kitty and Walter.
Kitty didn't seem so convinced. . Eyes wide, she gawked at her employer, blushing deeply when she caught sight of his ludicrously stiff long prick. She covered herself, a hand over her pretty red bush, and arm across her pretty apple-shaped tits.
"Y-You mean," she stammered, "you mean you wanta get it on with me?"
"I guess that's what they call it nowadays," said Walter. "I want to make love to you, yes. It makes a lot of sense, Kitty. Here we are stuck in this house together, and we have no one else. It would be a secret, of course. I am a gentleman. What do you say?"
Kitty avoided the question, maybe didn't even hear it. She was gawking at Walter's erect cock, unable to tear her eyes away from that long slim rosy rod with its knobby purple drooling head.
"I never saw a real one before," she said.
"A cock, you mean?" said Walter. "My goodness, are you a virgin?"
"Naw," said Kitty. "I did it a few times in high school, but always in parked cars, and it was so dark I couldn't see nothing. It... it's bigger than I thought."
"They come in different sizes," said Walter. "You may touch it if you like."
Kitty blushed hotly. "Oh, gee, no, Mr. Baxter, I couldn't," she said.
Walter took her hand, the one covering tar pretty little snatch, and laid it gently against his stiff standing dick.
"There," he said. "You see it doesn't bite."
Kitty giggled shyly. She gingerly ran her hand up and down the hot throbbing length of his skinny long prick. Walter gave an excited horny shiver but was careful not to touch or alarm her. He played it a lot more cool than Sam Cracker.
"Jeez," said Kitty wonderingly, "it's hot, and so hard, and yet it's kinda like silk." She trailed her exploring hand down onto his taut round balls, petting them timidly, and Walter sighed.
"May I touch you, too, Kitty?" he said.
Again she blushed fiercely. "Oh, gee, Mr. Baxter, I dunno," she said. "I mean, maybe this isn't right. Your wife is right downstairs."
"Kitty," he said firmly, "my wife has given up sex in favor of food. Oh, shell sleep with me occasionally when she wants it, but it's no treat for me. If you were a man, would you want to make love to hen"
Kitty giggled. "No way," she said. "But what if she hears us? She'd shit a brick."
"Listen," said Walter. Wilma's giant snores were almost rocking the house. "She's out for the count," he said. "No problem. What do you say, Kitty? Why shouldn't we help each other out?"
"Oh, golly, I don't know," Kitty said, obviously tempted but fearful. "I mean, I do get awful horny, Mt Baxter, but you're a married man, and it just seems like it's not right. I mean, ain't it a sin to do it if you're not married to each other?"
"Nothing is a sin if it makes you feel good and doesn't hurt anyone else," said Walter. "Now just let me touch you a little, Kitty. I think that might help make up your mind."
Before the freckled girl could answer, Walter slipped his hand between her legs. She had them tightly shut, and Harold couldn't see what Walter was doing to her. His hand kind of sawed back and forth between her clenched thighs, and then suddenly Kitty gasped with pleasure.
"Ohhh," she cried, "oh, my gosh..."
She blushed, trembled, and let her thighs open a little, Now Harold could see what the balding mailman was up to. He had captured her tiny pink clit between his thumb and forefinger, and he was gently but steadily kneading the fleshy little button. Harold made a note of the technique- Kitty seemed helplessly turned on by it.
"Ooooo," she squealed, oooo, Mr. Baxter...
"Call me Walter," he said.
Kitty went limp on her back, letting her long coltish leg open all the way. Her dainty slit was scarlet now, wet and plump with arousal, and her little shadowy cunt mouth drooled a steady stream of glistening juice. Walter skillfully kneaded her clit, making her squeal blissfully. She seemed unable to protest, stunned with pleasure.
"Ohhh, wow, Walter," she gasped. "I can't help it. That feels so nice . .
"I'm glad you like it," said Walter. "Here's something I think you'll enjoy even more."
He held her slim Thighs wide apart and moved quickly to crouch between them, his long swollen meat rigidly hugging his skinny belly. As Kitty gawked at him, he began to lower himself between her legs. She gave a squeal of alarm and thrust her hands out to stop him.
"Oh, no," she squeaked, "don't fuck me. It wouldn't be right."
"I'm not going to fuck you," Walter said gently. "I won't do that unless you want it, Kitty. No, this will be just an innocent little game."
She still looked scared, but she lowered her arms. Walter's shiny bald head dipped down between her slim pale thighs. He thrust his face right into her crotch. His head began to bob up and down, and Harold could hear a loud wet slurping noise.
"Ohhhhhh," Kitty wailed.
A startling transformation came over her. All her fear and tension vanished, and she flopped back limp on the bed, her freckled face twisted in a horny leer, her green eyes rolling crazily. She drew her knees up and opened her legs as wide as she could. She panted and moaned.
With her legs lewdly spread like that, Harold could finally see what Walter was doing to her. It came as a surprise, for he'd never heard of that practice before. Walter was briskly licking Kitty's pussy.
Harold crawled still further out on the branch for a closer look. He saw Walter's slick red tongue flicking and lashing all over Kitty's creamy swollen crotch, from the little light brown wrinkle of her bumhole through the plump lips of her cunt, right up to the fat little lump of her clit.
"Eeeee," Kitty wailed, "ahhhh. . .Shit, that's good... Oh, my gosh, yes, lick my pussy..."
Harold watched admiringly. He'd never thought of turning a girl on by licking her, but it certainly was effective. Kitty was going out of her gourd, wailing, panting, creaming like crazy. She was a lot more excited even than when she'd played with herself.
Walter seemed to be having a good time, too. He licked hungrily in the creamy folds and crannies of her slick pussylips, rimmed and poked the squirting mouth of her little cunt, tickled and lashed the pretty pink button of her clit. Soon his face was soaked with her juice and his glasses steamed up, but he just went on licking.
"Awwwww," Kitty bawled, "so fuckin' good ... AHHHHHH, Walter, don't stop... I just love it . ."
She arched her slim body upward, thrusting her horny wet pussy right into his face. Walter stuck his long red gleaming tongue into her cunt, sticking it m clear to the root. Kitty gave a piercing squeal of joy and began jerking her hips in a helpless humping motion.
"Awww, Christ," she whined, "yesss.. .Stick your tongue in my cunt, honey... Oooo, that's good..."
She panted and squealed, increasingly aroused, while Walter jerked his thick rough tongue in her cunt. Her cream boiled out to puddle on the bedspread. She seemed about to come, when Walter suddenly drew away from her, emerging wet-faced and flushed from her streamy crotch.
"Did you enjoy that, Kitty?" he said, wiping her cream from his face.
"Oh, wow, yes," she said with a shiver of pleasure.
"Well, that's just a sample of the fun we can have," said Walter. "Won't it be betty than lying in our beds alone, bringing ourselves off like guilty kids?"
She blushed but admitted, "Yeah, I got agree with you, Walter, it sure boats masturbating."
"Good," said Walter with a horny leer. "Good. I'm glad you agree. And now we'll do the best thing of all, Kitty."
He lowered himself onto her, directing his stiff purple-headed cock into the creamy little mouth of her cunt. Kitty gasped and started to push at his skinny shoulders, but she was too late to stop his penetration. As he sank onto her, flattening her pert little tits, she gave a squeal of alarm.
"Oh, no, Walter," she cried, "don't... It's not right... Don't put it in me... Oh my gosh... Ohhhh . . .OOOOOOOO!"
Her protests faded into a low husky moan of pleasure, and suddenly she threw her slim legs around Walter's waist and began to jerk her hips in perfect time to the thrust of his tight driving ass. Harold could see Walter's long rosy dick thrust deep into her wet little cunt mouth, moving in her, pounding in and out.
"Go, Walter," he whispered.
The two bodies bucked together on the bed. Walter moaned happily and Kitty squealed with pleasure. The balding mailman finally let himself go and fucked her like a crazed rabbit, his skinny ass flying, their bellies smacking loudly together. Kitty dug her fingers into his narrow shoulders and wailed with undisguised delight.
"Eeeee, YES, fuck me, Walter," she moaned, "do it to me, honey... Awww, Christ, I want it, I want it. . ."
Walter said nothing, only grinned blissfully as he worked his stiff long cock busily in her squirting hot hole. Before long Kitty was coming, clinging to him, her slim body bucking, her voice shrill and ecstatic. Walter just grinned and kept humping away.
Harold sighed in his tree perch. He was glad for Walter and Kitty, glad to see two homely lonely people helping each other out, but he wished someone would help HIM. His young tireless cock ached for release. He unzipped his jeans and began frigging himself, but the pleasure seemed childish and empty compared to what Walter was enjoying.
Harold was no longer content with just watching. He wanted to fuck. But how in the world was he going to manage it?
After a very long time, Walter yelped and came, bringing Kitty off with him. It was about her fifth climax, and afterwards she just lay grinning and babbling on the bed. Walter dressed and left the room with a smug little grin, turning off the light.
Harold climbed down from the tree, restless and dissatisfied. He wanted a woman of his own. There just had to be a way.
Chapter Four
The next night when Harold sneaked out of his bedroom window and into the dark alley, he still felt the simmering discontent of the previous evening. Peeping no longer seemed to excite him. After watching the fun Walter and Kitty had had together, he wouldn't be content until he'd had a woman of his own.
He now knew at least three lonely, horny women, Carolyn, Eve, and Kitty. Somehow, some way, he was determined to fuck one of them. It was just a question of the proper approach. How could a sixteen-year-old boy get close to a grown woman, touch her, make her sexually interested in him?
As Harold was mulling over this problem, he strolled into the alley behind the Baxter house- He saw that the windows were brightly lit and the curtains open, just as before. He decided to have a look. He shimmied up the tree and took his position on the big branch just as Kitty James entered her second-floor bedroom.
Kitty's manner had changed since last night. She didn't seem so tired, and she wasn't so quick to undress. She wandered around the room slowly taking off her clothes, humming to herself, seemingly lost in a daydream. Harold enjoyed the sight of her slim naked body, the long coltish legs, little high firm tits, and flame-colored bush.
Even when she was naked, Kitty continued to pace around, and every now and then she rubbed the puff of coppery curls over her mons. As the minutes passed, however, she lost her day dreamy air and started to get anxious. She rubbed her pretty red bush more often. At last she glanced at her bedside clock and sighed loudly.
"Walter, dammit," she said, "where are you? I'm sooo horny..."
It was a good question. After last night, Walter Baxter would be a fool not, to follow up his advantage. Kitty had let him fuck her and had obviously loved it. Why wasn't the little balding mailman here again in her room, getting more of the same sweet fun? Kitty was clearly dying for it.
"Hell," she said, flopping onto the bed.
She rolled onto her back and slipped a finger down between the curly lips of her mons. She began to stoke the small pink dot of her clit, sighing aloud. She was so horny, she couldn't wait for Walter, but her wistful sighs told Harold that she would have preferred the little man's eight-inch prick to, her stroking finger.
"Damn, damn it all," Kitty sighed. "I was sure he'd be back for morn.
So was Harold. He couldn't figure out what would keep Walter away from his willing young mistress. If Harold had had his chances, wild horses couldn't have stopped him. Already his young cock was swelling in the tight crotch of his jeans, just from watching the slim redhead play with herself.
He glanced down at the master bedroom, and just then Wilma Baxter waddled into the room. She began the same grotesque striptease as last night, puffing and wheezing as she struggled out of her tent-like dress. Harold assumed that she'd detained Walter, and that as soon as his fat wife was asleep, he'd be racing up the stairs to ball Kitty.
As before, Wilma let her dress crumple to the floor. Her huge rolls of fat, as big as inner tubes, didn't allow her to lean over and pick it up. She labored out of her underwear and wheezed over to the bed, a moving mountain of jelly-like- flab. Harold found her utterly repulsive. He wondered how Walter could even stand to share a bed with her.
Wilma turned back the coven and crawled onto the bed, rather like a walrus emerging from the sea. She flopped onto her back with a loud creak of springs, apparently too tired to cover herself. Her smallish tits were nearly lost in fat, and her grey and brown muff was overshadowed by her belly folds.
"WALTERRR," she bellowed, "GET IN HERE."
Walter Baxter appeared in the bedroom doorway like a frightened mouse. "Yes, sweetheart?" he said.
"Pick, up my clothes and come to bed," Wilma wheezed.
Walter started to pick up her discarded clothing. "I'd like to stay up and read for awhile." he said meekly. "That new book on South American wildlife-"
"No," Wilma said grimly. "I need you tonight, Walter."
Walter went pale, almost green. He sighed and rolled his blue eyes toward the ceiling, where he must have known Kitty was waiting for him. He began to undress, looking like he was going to a funeral. Wilma watched him through her little pig-slit eyes, still not covering her enormous pale body.
When Walter was naked, he got onto the bed from the other side. Wilma laboriously opened her fat wormy-white legs, and for the first time Harold could see her slit. It was no more attractive than the rest of her, a flabby gash of dark, almost purple flesh. She was wet down there, though, moist and gleaming. Her wide, cunt mouth was leaking a steady stream of juice.
At last Harold understood what she meant about "needing" Walter-and he shuddered with pity for the poor pussy whipped little mailman. Yeah, imagine having to fuck that woman ...
Walter eyed her with gloomy distaste and began pumping his limp long prick with his fist, working for a mechanical hard-on. He couldn't get it up out of enthusiasm, that was for sure. Wilma wheezed with impatience, and more bright juice bubbled from her wide cunt mouth.
"My dear," Walter said, "are you sure you wouldn't rather have a nice chocolate fudge sundae? I'd be glad to fix it."
Wilma glared at him menacingly. "Walter," she said, "you know I need you to make love to me once a week. It's good for my nerves. Now please hurry."
Walter sighed pitifully, again glancing at the ceiling, no doubt thinking of Kitty's delicious slim young body in contrast to Wilma's mountain of blubber. It was such a sad situation, Harold sighed right along with him. Then Walter crawled over and got between his wife's legs.
The poor guy was dwarfed by her, almost lost in her rolls of fat. His skinny ass jerked around a few times as he got in, and then Wilma gave a high-pitched sustained squeal like an excited pig. Walter's pale butt moved in a steady rhythm.
"Ahhhh," Wilma sighed. "At least five minutes now, Walter. I'm watching the clock."
"Yes, dear," said Walter.
Harold couldn't stand to watch any more. Poor Walter was no more than a living dildo for his fat bad-tempered wife. Harold turned his attention back to Kitty, who was still lying on her bed, stroking her moist pink clit.
She didn't look very excited or happy about it. No doubt she wanted Walter, the real thing, and hat this childish way out of her need. She rubbed her little clit steadily, but her eyes were hr away, probably recalling the fantastic fuck she had had With Walter last night.
"Oh, damnit," she said, "why didn't he come back?"
Suddenly Harold made a decision. It was insane to sit there with a harden, achingly horny, while that lusty girl lay naked and lonely just a few feet away. He was going to try to do something about it, and to hell with the consequences.
Harold began inching out on the wide branch, till he could finally reach Kitty's window. He began tugging the window open, flying to be quiet. His heart was pounding his hands sweating. What if she screamed or called the cops? He was taking a terrible risk, he knew-but it was all worth it on the off chance that she might actually want him, that he could finally get rid- of his accursed virginity.
Kitty didn't notice his efforts even when he started opening the window. Her eyes were fluttering as she continued to rub her moist pink joy button, her little wet tongue darting out to lick her lips. She was finally getting herself aroused.
"Ummm," she murmured.
Harold finally eased the window open wide enough to crawl inside. He dropped silently onto the rug and stared at the slim naked girl only a few feet away. He almost fainted with wonder at his own daring Jesus, he'd actually done it. He'd entered her room. Now what?
He couldn't think what to do next, just to leap on her or to try to talk to her. He knew his cock was straining wildly in his jeans and that he wanted to fuck more than anything in the world. He just didn't know how to go about it. He watched Kitty moaning and frigging herself, and he wondered how in hell he was going to carry it off.
Her fluttering eyes finally brushed over him, returned, and widened. She opened her little round mouth in shock and, horror.
"Holy shit," she gasped. "what're you doing here?"
"Relax, Kitty," Harold said quickly. "You must remember me-Harold, the grocery delivery boy."
"I remember you all right," she said, "but what the fuck are you doing in my room?"
Harold swallowed hard. "I, uh, happened to be walking down the alley," he said nervously, "and I saw you, it, like you are now, and I thought maybe we could do each other a favor. I mean, I'm horny, too, Kitty, so it'd only make sense if-"
She sat up, green eyes blazing. "Well, you got your nerve, you little creep," she hissed. "Just bustin' into my room like that, asking me to screw. Oh, wow, wait'll Mr. Baxter hears about this. I'm gonna call him right now."
She opened her mouth to scream, and Harold made a flying leap at her. He got on sweaty hand on her mouth, stifling her scream, and an arm wound her waist, pulling her down on her back. He scrambled on top of her to pin her. Even though his clothes he could feel the radiating heat of her aroused body, and he quivered with horny excitement.
"MUMPF," Kitty said indignantly.
"Please, Kitty," Harold said desperately, "it was just an idea. If you don't want to get it on with me, I'll leave. There's no need to make a fuss."
He lifted his hand from her mouth, saw that she was going to scream again, and clamped it back down. He saw that he was hopelessly committed to his wild scheme. He'd either have to turn her on or have the whole neighborhood, including his parents, know that he'd tried to rape the Baxter's housekeeper.
"Oh, Jesus," he moaned.
Kitty was writhing under him, trying to escape. She shoved at his shoulders and ground her hips against him. He could feel every exquisite warm curve of her slim body thrusting against him, and it was driving him wild. Obviously Kitty didn't share his arousal, though He had to do something to make her like it...
He remembered ail the things he'd seen in the past few days, the things that turned women on. Quickly he slipped a hand down between his rough jeans and Kitty's sleek belly. He touched the fur of her mons and found the red curls crisp and springy. He felt around till he located the slick hot opening between the furry lips.
He wriggled a finger inside and touched a hard little pea-like lump of flesh. It had to be her clit, that sensitive little organ that could make women so excited and aroused. Praying it would work, Harold laid his fingertip on Kitty's hot moist button and began to rub ...
"UMPF," Kitty exclaimed.
She made one more violent effort to push him off her, and then her whole manner began to change. As Harold steadily rubbed her tiny hot pink chit, Kitty began to flush all over, a mottled rash of arousal. Her long slim body seemed to go soft and hot and melting under his bony weight. She started making purring and mewing sounds, her breath hot and moist against his stifling hand.
"Ummmmm," she murmured, "UMMM..."
Harold felt hot sticky juice streaming onto his rubbing finger. Her little clit swelled up under his touch, getting fat and taut and fiery-hot. Kitty's hips started to writhe in a horny fucking motion, and her green eyes went glazed and aimless. He kept his hand over her mouth in case she decided to scream again-and she started licking his hand.
"K-Kitty," he croaked, "I don't want to force you. I just want us to have fun together. Now I'm gonna take my hand off your mouth if you won't scream. We'll talk about it. If you don't like my idea, I'll leave. Okay?"
She nodded, and Harold removed his hand from her mouth, though with his other hand he kept steadily stroking her hot wet little joy button. Kitty sighed and gave a little lusty whimper. She didn't scream or try to push him away, but she was frowning.
"You gotta lot of nerve, kid," she said sullenly. "You could get into big trouble for this. And what makes you think I wanta get it on with somebody who's still in high school, for chrissake? You're way too young for me."
"Kitty, I know all that," Harold said earnestly, but I wanted you so much, I just, had to take the chain. I saw you through the window, and you looked so beautiful to me"
"Oh, yeah?" she said, flattered but not wanting to admit it "Well, I'll have you know I'm a decent girl, and I don't go around balling anybody who happens to climb in the window. I think you better go before I change my mind and call the cops."
Harold sensed that only her pride was talking. She hadn't tried to removed his hand from her crotch, and her little clit was still squirting and pulsing hornily under his stroking finger. He had to do something to get around that pride-and do it fast.
"Come on, dammit, get off me," she said, starting to push at his shoulders. "You got five seconds to get our of here, kid, or I'll call for Mr. Baxter."
She shoved him half off her, and Harold thought desperately. "Wait Kitty," he said, "let me do just one more thing, something you'll really like "
She sorted with laughter. "You? Are you kidding? I bet you never even balled a girl before.
Harold thrust his tongue up her box clear to the root and felt the red-hot pulsing flesh closing greedily around him. Cream gushed from her cuntal walls, and she arched her body up to take his tongue in even deeper, till he was actually licking her womb. She made shrill mewing sounds.
"Fuck me with your tongue, baby," she babbled, "Move it in me. . Love it... Oh, yeah, I love it!"
Harold would rather have fucked her with something more appropriate, but he obliged for a few seconds, thrusting his thick rough tongue rapidly in and out of her boiling wet twat. Kitty seemed to go out of her mind with pleasure, writhing and shrieking, creaming all over his sweaty, flushed face.
"Eeeeee," she wailed, "eeeee..."
Harold didn't want her to come, though. He wanted to keep her excitement at a fever pitch until she consented to fuck him. He withdrew his tongue from her cream-flooded molten hole and licked upward, till he was tonguing the slick little lump of her clit. Kitty gasped, moaned, and squealed. Her small pink joy button squirted musky juice into his mouth.
"Ooooo, Jesus, that's nice," she panted. "Hey, bring me oft will you, kid? I need it so bad. Just keep on licking me like that, okay?"
Harold jerked his face from her crotch and sat up. "No," he said, "not okay."
Kitty gawked dizzily at him, surprised and disappointed. "Whaddya mean?" she said. "What's wrong? I thought you wanted to get it on with me."
"I do" said Harold, wiping her cream from his face and glasses. "I want it more than anything in the world, Kitty. But not that way. I want to come, too. I want to fuck you."
Na started to shuck his dotes. Kitty gawked at him like she couldn't believe what was happening. He wasn't wearing much, just sneakers and jeans and t-shirt. He was naked in a moment, his thick young cock fiercely hugging his belly, the head fat and rosy and creaming.
Kitty stared wide-eyed at his erect dick. "Jeez," she said, "I never thought you would be so well hung. You even got a bigger dick than- Never mind."
Harold appreciated the compliment, but he was anxious to get on to something more interesting. "Please, Kitty," he said, "I want to ball you. That way we can both have fun. I'll never tell anyone, I wear."
She looked hungrily at his long thick swollen cock, and he saw a bright little trickle of juice coming from her small shadowy cunt mouth. She licked her lips and sighed deeply. Obviously she was very very tempted just to let herself go and thick him, but something was holding her back.
"Gee, kid," se said wistfully, "Pd like to, I really would, but I'm afraid the Baxter's might hear us. Sometimes he comes up here to, uh, check on me."
"You don't have to worry about that tonight," said Harold, reaching out to cup and stroke one of her pert apple-sized tits. It was wonderfully soft and silky and warm. "I happened to glance in their bedroom window, and they were making it.
They're out for the count by now."
"Making it?" said Kitty. She grimaced. "Oh, the poor bastard."
"Yeah, he didn't look too thrilled about it," Harold said, "but she insisted. Anyhow, they won't be bothering us. How about it, Kitty? Could we fuck, please?"
She still looked nervous about it. Harold was stroking both her pretty pert tits now, but she wasn't responding. "Oh, Christ," she sighed, "it don't seem right. I mean, I must be ten years older than you. I can't go around fucking everybody who asks."
"Why not?" said Harold.
While she considered that one, he snuggled down beside her and began to lick one of her pretty little pink nipples. She responded with a loud gasp of pleasure. He slipped a hand into her flooded hot slit and stroked her there, gently but steadily, stimulating her little wrinkled brownie and her fat swollen cunt lips and her tiny hard hot clit. She moaned and sighed and creamed all over his hand.
"Noooo," she whimpered, "not right... Gotta stop..."
Harold paid no attention. Inexperienced as he was, he sensed that her creaming cunt told him more than her faint protests. He went on licking her pert taut nipple and rubbing her cream-soaked slit, and he slowly maneuvered himself between her legs. Kitty whined for him to stop, but she didn't push him away.
Finally he was firmly in the saddle, lying between her slim silky thighs, his hard knobby cock head skidding against the slick creamy flesh of her slit.
His heart hammered. Just another moment and, if his luck held, he'd be fucking a woman for the first time. Silently he addressed a prayer to whoever was in charge up there, promising to get straight A's in algebra for the whole year if he could ONLY GET LAID.
"Nooo, kid, you gotta stop," Kitty whined. "It ain,t right."
A bullet through the head might have stopped him at that point, but nothing less. She started trying to push him away, but Harold thrust his long stiff prick hard against her slick hot pussy, and his swollen cock head popped into her juicy little cunt.
"Oooooooo," Kitty wailed.
"AWWWW," Harold yelped.
He was in at last, no mistaking it. He felt his rigid horny prick slicing swiftly into a sheath of tight molten slick flesh. In a moment, he was lodged clear to his balls, whining with pleasure. It was even greater than he'd dreamed. He followed his natural instincts and began to fuck her hard and fast, working his eager dick swiftly in her juicy tight box.
The hot fast friction of his pounding hard cock quickly changed her tune. She groaned and threw her legs around his waist, her hips bucking, her nipping hot cunt creaming furiously. All resistance was gone. She clung to him hungrily, loving every hard thrust of his thick long cock.
"Ohhhh, do it to me, do it to meeee," she wailed. Harold was glad to oblige. He felt he could have worked his horny hard prick forever in that sweet hot slick tunnel. Compared to fucking, nothing else seemed interesting or important. Panting, moaning, dizzy with pleasure, he humped the squealing girl for long delicious moments.
Kitty kept coming and coming, and each time her fiery box tightened round his jerking dick and blasted it with hot cream. Harold held out as long as he could, never wanting it to end, but at last his swollen cock exploded in a blinding blast of pleasure, flooding her nipping twat with thick steamy come.
"Awwww, Christ," Harold sighed as he rolled off her, it's so great not to be a virgin any more.
Kitty grinned. "Hey, kid," she said, "you're really okay in bed, you know? I guess now that we've done it once, it won't hurt to do it again. I'd like you to come back soon-only be sure to prowl around a little and make sure the Baxters are busy downstairs. Is that okay with you? You wanta come back and see me again?"
"Oh, yes," said Harold, eyeing her hungrily, "oh, Christ, yes..."
CHAFFER FIVE Harold could hardly fall asleep that night, he was so excited, and all the next day in school he could think of only one thing-he wasn't a virgin any mare. He'd actually fucked a woman. It hardly seemed real, yet he remembered the pleasure well enough, so well that he could hardly wait to try it again.
The moment it got dark that evening, Harold stuffed his cloth dummy into his bed and climbed out the window. Kitty James had asked him to come back soon, and he meant to take her up on that offer. He hurried through alleys and back yards, wanting to get to her as soon as possible. Just thinking about her, his young cock went rock-hard and dripping.
He could hot forget that wonderful exciting moment when he had first put his cock into Kitty, the blazing heat of her cunt, that juicy slippery sheath that gripped him so deliciously. Fucking had been enormous fun. It beat peeping and jacking off all to hell. He knew he wouldn't be content from now on unless he could get laid.
He reached the Baxter's back yard and hurried up his spying tree, intending to crawl right out on the big branch and make his way into Kitty's room. Then he remembered that she'd warned him to look around first to make sure there'd be no interruptions from the Baxters. He glanced down into the well-lit master bedroom.
Wilma was just coming in for her nightly struggle to undress. He hoped she'd summon Walter and keep him busy. The fat woman managed to get out of her dress okay, but her bra catch was stuck. She bellowed for Walter, who came scurrying to the door.
"Yes, dear?" he said.
"Can't get my bra off," Wilma panted. "Help me with it, then get me to bed."
Walter complied, helping her off with her bra and panties, leading her over to the bed. He gave her a hoist, pushing at the mountainous fleshy ass, then staggered back panting as Wilma flopped into bed with all the grace of a beached whale.
"How about a nice cup of cocoa, dear?" he said.
"Yes, I'd like that." said Wilma.
Walter hurried off with a funny little smile on his face. In a few moments he was back with the steaming cup of cocoa, and just as he entered the room Harold saw him drop a pill into it and give it a big stir. Wilma didn't notice. She seized the cup in her pudgy hand and started gulping it.
"Good night, dear," Walter said sweetly.
"Uhh," Wilma grunted, intent on her cocoa.
Walter went out and shut the door. Not really thrilled about watching Wilma's gluttony, Harold glanced at the upstairs bedroom, but it was dark. He went back to watching Wilma, and very shortly after she set down the cup she began to yawn, her little piggy eyes drooping. Within five minutia she was snoring loud enough to shake the house.
When she started snoring the upstairs light went on and Kitty and Walter entered the housekeeper's bedroom. They were holding hands.
"It worked," Kitty said gleefully.
"Yes," Walter Uttered. "I gave her enough to knock her out for the rest of the night."
They started to undress, pausing often enough to kiss and cares each other, and Harold's heart sank. Now that the timid mailman had framed to drug his wife so he could spend the night with Kitty, there wouldn't be many opportunities for Harold in that house.
"Shit," he muttered.
When Kitty and Walter were naked, they hurried over to her bed and stretched out beside each other, embracing feverishly. Kitty was writhing with lust, alternately opening and closing her slim legs, and Harold could get glimpses of her pretty pink slit She was thoroughly soaked down there, her pussy puffed and swollen and gleaming.
"Oooo, Walter," she sighed, "I've been wanting you all day."
"I was thinking of you, too, Kitty," he said, happily fondling her pert little tits. "I was thinking of the fun we were going to have tonight. Thank God I thought of buying those sleeping pills. Now we can make love every night if we want to."
"HELL," Harold whispered.
He was glad for Kitty and Walter, of course. They seemed to like each other a whole lot. But what about him? Kitty must be the only girl in town who'd even consider balling Harold, and now she was busy with her boss. Damn it all, it just wasn't fair..
"Some day," Walter was saying, "Wilma will eat herself to death, and then we can get muffled, Kitty. That's a promise. In the meantime we'll just have to enjoy ourselves on the sly."
"That's okay, Walter," Kitty sighed, "as long as we can be together."
Harold began to feel like he was watching a soap opera. The only thing that wouldn't go over on TV was when Walter dived for her muff and started licking her loudly and hungrily. Kitty parted her legs widely for him and made shrill sounds of pleasure as the balding mailman snuffled and tongued between her legs.
"Ooooo," she wailed, "oooo, Walter, that's sooo nice,.. Fuck me now, honey. Hurry. I've been wanting it for so long..."
Walter was quick to oblige. He mounted the slim panting redhead and quickly worked his long slim white cock up her copper-fringed little hole. Kitty's eyes rolled wildly, and she gave a long low moan of excitement as his prick disappeared inside her. Walter grinned blissfully and began to hump her in his best jackrabbit style.
"Eeeee, YES," Kitty wailed. "Ohhh, Walter, I love the way you fuck."
"Thank you, my dear," Walter sighed.
Harold couldn't watch any more. A week ago he would have been thrilled right out of his socks to watch another couple screwing, but after last night peeping was spoiled for him. He wasn't content any more to be just an observer. He wanted to be in on the action.
But, hell, with Kitty and Walter in love, he wasn't going to get much. He climbed down from the tree and gloomily patrolled the alleys, wondering how he was going to find another lover. It scorned hopeless. His hard young cock strained and wept in his jeans, but there was no relief available except his own fist.
Presently he entered the alley where Carolyn Masters lived. He saw that her bedroom window was open and uncurtained and brightly lit He x hurried over into his spying place behind a thick bush. Jacking off to a striptease was better than nothing at all. And he was in luck-Carolyn had just come into the room and was starting to undress.
Harold gave a sustained horny sigh. Carolyn was a knockout, a. raving beauty compared to Kitty. Tall, leggy, light blonde, she moved with the grace of a dancer. And where Wilma Baxter struggled and wheezed out of her clothes, Carolyn Masters seemed to float out of them, letting the garments waft gently to the floor one after the other.
When she was down to a skimpy pair of lace panties and a matching bra, Carolyn pawed and opened the top drawer of her dresser. She took out a small box and opened it. She had a funny anile on her face, and she blushed a little as she reached into the box and removed a device which Harold recognized well.
In his endless quest for information about sex, he'd read about these things, seen ads for them in the lees reputable magazines. Carolyn was holding a thick white plastic vibrator, about nine inches long and shaped like a bullet. Theoretically it was for usage, but Harold knew that women used the things as dildoes.
"Hell, why not?" said Carolyn, as if reading his thoughts.
She flicked a switch at the base of the thing, and it started to buzz and vibrate in her hand. She blushed hotly and turned it off. She set it down on the dresser and eyed it warily as she took off her bin and panties. Harold guessed that she had just acquired the thing and was a Little nervous about using it.
He sighed with longing as he ogled her pretty round wobbling tits and the blight platinum curls of her muff. He wished he could invade her room like he'd done Kitty's, but he was afraid to try. Carolyn was older, more sophisticated, and more respectable than Kitty. She'd probably have him put in jail before he could even get his fly unzipped.
Naked, Carolyn gingerly picked up the long white plastic vibrator and carried it over to her bed. She lay down on her back and opened her long shapely legs, revealing her plump bright red pussy with its delicate circle of platinum hairs. Timidly she started to rub the fat pink button of her clit. In her free hand she held the dildo, blushing as she looked at it..
"Oh, hell," she sighed, "if only I had a man... Hate to resort to this, but I guess it's better than nothing."
As if making a decision, she flicked the thing on and brought the buzzing device down between her legs. Her hand trembled, and she looked thoroughly ashamed of herself. But when the cock-shaped buzzing vibrator touched her naked little clit, she let out a howl of pleasure.
"Oh, m'god," she gasped, "Ohhhh... Hey...
Wow..."
She pressed the humming vibrator more snugly to her fleshy little bud. Her pretty face flushed with excitement, and her eyes rolled wildly. Thick steamy cream started to gush from the small shadowed mouth of her cunt. Clearly that machine was damned good to her. Her little red mouth twisted in a horny grin.
"Ooooo, NICE," she whined.
Harold wasn't at all turned on by watching her. On the contrary, he was furious. He hated like hell to be replaced by a machine. It was bad enough watching women bring themselves off with their own fingers, but this was unfair competition. It was a waste, too. If Carolyn got hooked on that vibrator, she might never want a man again.
Harold stepped boldly out from his hiding place, feeling that he had a mission to perform. He must save Carolyn for himself and for other lucky guys. That damned vibrator had to go. He'd somehow make her understand that even his adolescent prick was better than some crazy machine...
He hurried over and lifted the bedroom window and crawled inside. Carolyn hadn't noticed him yet She probably couldn't see a thing with her eyes rolling around like that. The vibrator hummed and buzzed on her sensitive little joy button, and a steady river of bright cream flowed from her aroused cunt She moaned steadily.
"Ummmmm," she murmured, "oh, God, really good . . . Ahhhhh . . ."
Harold began to undress. He felt he had to get her away from that damned vibrator, and in addition he was so horny he could have screamed. The almost painful lust drove him to this crazy act.
He had to get laid again, he just had to
"Ahhhh, yes, yes," Carolyn whimpered.
She was moving the dildo downward now, through the slick swollen folds of her pussylips, till the bullet-shaped head of the buzzing device was rimming the wet gasping mouth of her cunt. She started easing the thick vibrator into her twat. It must have felt even better than on her clit, for she gave a howl of joy and nearly lurched off the bed.
"Ahhhh, GOD," she gasped.
Harold skinned out of his jeans and looked down at his young erect cock. It was just about the same size as the dildo, eight inches of thick, throbbing pale meat-still growing. His rosy balls, smooth and nearly hairless, were swollen up to the size of oranges. The head of his straining cock was huge and purple and knobby, the dark silt mouth leaking big gobs of juice.
He was ready to compete with that damned machine.
Carolyn mean while was still easing the throbbing plastic prick up her furiously creaming hole, so dizzy with pleasure that she didn't notice the young intruder standing only a few feet from the bed. She had about half the length of the dildo inside herself when Harold cleared his throat loudly.
Carolyn's blue eyes popped open, and she stared at Harold. Very slowly her mouth opened and she blushed scarlet. She let go of the humming vibrator, and it shot from her slippery cunt, fell to the floor, and went quiet. Harold kicked it under the bed.
"Mrs. Masters," he said angrily, "I've got something you'll like a lot better than that damned vibrator."
She found her voice at last "W-What are you doing here, Harold?" she said, remembering him from the supermarket. "Why are you undressed? I don't understand."
Site was so surprised, she didn't even bother to close her legs, and Harold had a hard time trying not to gawk at her soaked swollen slit and bright platinum muff. Her pretty orange-size tits were swollen tight with arousal, sticking straight up, the nipples taut and rosy.
'"I'll level with you," said Harold, "and I hope you'll level with me, Carolyn. The past few nights rye been coming by your place and watching you. It started accidentally when you forgot to close your curtains. Anyhow, I've seen your problem, and I feel like a vibrator is a helluva way to solve it. I'd love to get it on with you, Carolyn, and I don't have a girl of my own. I promise never to tell. We could do each other a big favor."
She was coming out of shock now, understanding what he wanted. She blushed furiously and clapped a hand over her pretty curly muff laid her arm over her naked tits. She closed her long legs tight
"Harold," she said, "that's outrageous. Out of the question. Why, I'm old enough to be your mother."
Harold moaned. "What difference does that make." he said. "Why is everybody so concerned with age? I can fuck just as well as an older guy."
She blushed again and sat up. "Oh, no, Harold," she said, "I just couldn't. I'd feel so strange doing it with you. Please, you better go now. I don't want you to get in trouble, but if you persist,
I will call the police."
Harold braced himself for action. It was just like with Kitty-no one would take a sixteen-year-old boy seriously. His cock was serious enough, though, swollen and aching and drooling. And if his arguments didn't convince Carolyn, he'd just have to persuade her some other way.
"You can go out-the window, the way you came in," she was saying in a motherly tone. "No one will see you. Please don't ever try this again, though, Harold, or I'll have to- OHHH."
Harold dived for her, knocking her back on the bed and roughly prying open her silky warm thighs. She was taken off guard, and by the time she reacted, he had her legs wide open and was thrusting his flushed sweaty face into her pussy. The Walter Baxter Method, he called it. Eat their pussies and blow their minds.
She lay on her back, her parted legs hanging over the edge of the bed. Harold had dropped to his knees on the rug just before her, holding her legs firmly apart. He planted his mouth on the bright fat lump of her clit and started to suck it greedily and loudly.
"HAROLD," she gasped. "Oh, my God, NO. You mustn't do that, Harold, it's not right... Ohhhhh, ohhhhh. Please, s-stop... Way too y-young for meee... Ahhhh, AHHHH..."
Her steamy cream splashed his chin, and he felt her sensitive little clit growing red-hot and throbbing between his lips. He kept on sucking the wet fat bud, kept her long legs held far apart. He prayed that Carolyn, like Kitty, could be stunned with pleasure, eaten into compliance.
"Ahhhh," Carolyn whimpered, "please, Harold, stop... This just isn't right... Never forgive myself... Ohhhh, soooo nice..."
She protested, but she didn't try to squirm away or push at him. Harold popped his mouth from her swollen pink clit and trailed his tongue down lower into her pretty pink wet pussy, tonguing into the tender folds of her cunt lip.. Her slit was riper and more mature than Kitty's, but just as delicious. Slurping loudly and hungrily, he rimmed the gushing mouth of her cunt with his rough, tickling tongue Up.
"Oooooo," Carolyn howled. "Oh, please stop, Harold, before I lose control of myself..."
Like hell he would. Far from stopping, Harold thrust his thick red tongue right up her cunt, clear to the root. She was blazing hot in there, slick and juicy. Her box was a lift le bier than Kitty s, but not much. It would make a wonderfully tight slippery nest for his cock.
"AHHHH" she wailed. "Oh, darling, don't."
Just like Kitty, she kept boning him to stop, but she did nothing to stop him. She seemed torn between pride and pleasure. Harold worked as hard as he could to make pleasure win out, jerking his thick hot tongue roughly in her flooded cunt, tongue-fucking her into shrill squeals of delight.
"Ohhhhh, my God," she whined, "sooo good... You mustn't..."
Harold let her babble. When her slim hips were working in a rapid horny pumping motion and her cunt was bubbling furiously, he slipped his tongue out of her soaked hot hole and tickled even lower down to rim the little wrinkled mouth of her asshole. She responded with a gasp of pleasure.
"Harold, not there," she panted, "not nice..."
Even as she protested, the tightly clenched mouth of her little brownie began to quiver and open. Harold took advantage thrusting his tongue hard into the tiny anal mound. . She shivered and moaned, and her asshole opened a little wider. He pushed steadily into her, till his slick hot tongue was lodged to the root in her pungent tight bumhole.
"EEEEE," Carolyn shrieked.
Hot gushing cunt juice sprayed his face. Obviously it turned her on wildly to have his tongue up her ass. Harold jerked his tongue in and out, plunging it deep and fast, reaming her fiery bowels and making her lurch and scream with pleasure. He kept it up till he thought she was just on the point of coming, and then he quickly whipped his tongue out of her seething asshole.
"Oh, my GOD," Carolyn sighed. "No one ever did THAT to me before..."
She lay flushed and panting, her pretty tits stiff and swollen with arousal, her small cunt mouth leaking helpless juice. Her tiny pink clit was swollen and erect, peeping from the lips of her blonde muff. Slowly her blue eyes fluttered open and fixed on Harold's fiercely erect cock.
"Ohhhh," she said in a kind of horny growl.
Then she was pulling him up onto the bed and pushing him onto his back. It happened so fast, Harold didn't have time to resist. He didn't know what the hell she was up to, fighting or playing. He started to bounce up again, ready to resist-just as Carolyn dived for his lap.
"UHH," said Harold, the breath knocked out of him.
He flopped onto his back, and as he gasped for air, he felt something incredibly pleasurable, a soft wet lapping at his cock and balls. He looked down and saw Carolyn Masters hungrily licking him, her little pink tongue tickling greedily all the way from his creaming cock head down to his swollen nut sacs. She seemed delirious with lust, her eyes glazed and hot, her tongue dripping saliva all over his crotch. He watched in wonder.
"Ummmm," Carolyn babbled, "ummm..."
She thrust her blonde head between his thighs, her soft hair tickling him. Harold gasped and opened her legs wider. She mounted his boils, licking and sucking hungrily, and the pleasure of it damned near wade him shoot his load. Her tongue started to lash and tickle upward again, through his crisp brown pubic patch to the base of his erect throbbing dick.
"Awww, Jesus," he moaned.
He just lay back and let her do it, it felt so good. If she was up to mischief or trickery, he was too stunned to stop hen He whined with pleasure as her slick hot little tongue reached the ultrasensitive head of his cock and dug into his creaming hole. She lapped up his juice with a hungry gurgle.
"Oh, wow, Carolyn," he sighed, "that feels great He shouldn't have spoken. His croaky adolescent voice brought her back to reality, and she understood that she was wantonly and greedily licking the cock and balls of a sixteen-year-old boy. She sat up with a deep blush and stared at him in horror.
"Oh, my God, Harold," she said, "I don't know what came over me. I never did that to anyone before. I'm so ashamed. Please, you'd better get dressed and leave. Obviously I can't trust myself to behave."
"Why bother?" Harold said with exasperation. "We were having a swell time, Carolyn. There's nothing wrong with that. Come on, let's have some more fun."
He reached for her, but she jerked away and burst into tears of guilt and humiliation. "Ohhhh, I'm so ashamed of myself," she sobbed. "I've been like this since my divorce. I seem to have sex on the brain, and I act like an animal.."
Harold wanted to tell her that it was perfectly natural to be horny, that there was nothing to be ashamed of, but he knew his words would do no good with a hysterical woman. He could think of only one way to snap her out of it and bring her to her senses.
"Okay, Carolyn," he said gently, "calm don. You better just lie back and rein. Here, I'll help you."
He took the sobbing blonde gently by the shoulders and cased her down onto her back. He snuggled close to her, patting and soothing her, and gradually he eased himself on top of her. Carolyn was so busy crying and feeling guilty, she didn't even notice when he gently eased her legs open and settled between her satiny thighs.
"You have to understand," she sobbed, "my husband was a brute, but he was quite a stud. I don't miss him yelling at me and beating me up, but I sure do miss getting laid. Oh, God, Harold, I don't know what to do."
"I understand," said Harold.
He knew exactly what to do. He fitted the hard hot creaming head of his cock into the wet little pit of her cunt mouth, wedging it in firmly before he pushed. Carolyn was still babbling any tearfully.
"I suppose I should take a lover," she said, "but I never seem to meet any men. If only I could- Harold, what are you doing? Harold- HAROLD. Oh, OHHH. . ."
Clinging tightly to her so she couldn't roll away, rubbing his face blissfully against her creamy soft tits, Harold thrust his long hard boy-cock deep into Carolyn Masters slick hot hole. It felt just as great as Kitty's flaming juicy box. He pushed till his balls came to rest against her ripe wet slit, till the drooling knob of his cock-head touched her womb.
"Harold," she gasped, "you're fucking me..."
"Yep," Harold sighed.
He began to move his hips, probing lazily and deliciously in her tight silky wet sheath, pushing deep into her, shivering with pleasure, withdrawing slowly. He wanted to draw out the joy of fucking this beautiful blonde. Soon, though, he was getting too excited to go slow. His small tight ass started to jerk roughly, his cock digging ever deeper and harder and faster in her seething soaked Nat.
At first she just lay there limp and shocked, but very soon she was moving with him, jerking her famished hot pussy in time to his swift hard strokes. Her cream boiled around his dick, and she clung to him, digging her nails into his shoulders. She began to make steady shrill noises of ecstasy.
"Harold, nooo," she whined, "not right...
Ahhhh, ohhh... To hell with it... Fuck me, darling, FUCK ME..."
Harold blissfully obeyed, fucking the squealing divorcee into a series of howling writhing orgasms. Each time she came, Carolyn arched her lovely body and shook violently, almost throwing him off. Her cunt blazed and tightened around his jerking meat, almost bringing him off with her. But he managed to hang in for a few minutes, wanting very much to show her that he was a good lay.
At last her nipping red-hot box was too much for him, and Harold groaned ecstatically and shot his load into her. Carolyn took it with hoarse cries of delight, opening her legs wide to him. He almost fainted with pleasure, and even after rolling off her it took him a few seconds to focus his eyes again.
Carolyn lay beside him, flushed and satisfied, giving him a sheepish little grin. "You naughty boy," she said with a chuckle.
"I hope you liked that, Carolyn," he said earnestly.
"Oh, God." she sighed, then broke into a laugh. "Maybe you're right, Harold," she said, "maybe age isn't important. I just know I needed that. And you're a better fuck than Eddie ever was. What the hell. I might as well take advantage of this chance. Do you want to see me again, Harold, make love to me again?"
"I sure do," Harold said eagerly. "How about tomorrow?"
"I'll be out," Carolyn said with regret, "but the next night will be fine."
Chapter Six
The next night Harold was doubly disappointed. Carolyn had already said she wouldn't be home, and when he went by the Baxter's, he saw that Kitty was busy again. Poor Harold was so horny, he could hardly walk, and his adventures of the previous two nights had made him hungry for more action.
He stayed a little while at the Baxters', for lack of anything better to do- Wilma was thunderously sleeping, no doubt drugged by Walter again. Kitty and Walter were fucking blissfully upstairs, a sight which would have delighted Harold only a week ago. Now it just made him envious and sad.
Finally he couldn't watch any more, he felt so bugged. He climbed down from the tree and went over to Carolyn's to see if she'd gotten home yet, but her house was still dark. Harold sighed loudly.
It looked like he just wasn't going to get laid that night.
He started home, thinking wistfully of Carolyn's fiery slick cunt, the way she'd gotten so excited she started licking his cock, all the delicious things they'd done in bed. Tomorrow night he'd be with her again, but that seemed light years away. He wanted a woman NOW.
Then suddenly he thought of Eve Winters. He hadn't thought about the beautiful widow for a while, he'd been so busy with Kitty and Carolyn. Of the three, Eve had been the most exciting to watch. Something about her enormous tits, her obvious last, and her big furry black bush combined deliciously with her reserved manner and great modesty to turn him on hotly. Eve was a lady, no doubt about it. It would be a real thrill to get into her pants..
Harold hurried over to Eve's alley. One the way he was thinking what a hopeless mission it was, how he could never hope to get to a respectable and modest older woman like her. He remembered how she'd booted Sam Crocker out of her house when the fat cop tried to get it on with her. Still he could hope.
He was lucky. Just as he sneaked into Eve's back yard and took his place behind the lilac bush, the bedroom light went on and Eve came into the room. She didn't bother to pull the curtains. She was wearing a floor-length terry bathrobe and crying a book. Wearily she tossed the book on her dresser and untied the robe. Harold craned forward in his hiding place.
With a loud sigh Eve unbelted her robe and removed the garment, going to hang it in the closet Underneath she was wearing her usual prim white bra and panties, but she filled thorn so luxuriously that it was just as exciting to Harold as if she'd been wearing a bikini. Her ample round ass snapped back and forth smartly in the tight panties, and her huge thrusting tits threatened to pop right out of the strained bra.
Turning away from the closet, Eve returned to the center of the room and unfastened her bra. Like before, the tight garment snapped opened almost violently. She gave a big sigh of relief as her heavy melon-shaped breasts escaped the confinement. The enormous creamy jugs wobbled into their natural shape, pointing straight out.
Harold made a horny gurgling sound in his throat. Man, oh, man, what he wouldn't give to play with those fantastic knockers. Each one was as big as his head, yet they were perfectly firm and full, ripe and swollen. Her nipples were light brown, pointed cones big enough to fill the paints of his hands.
There was no slow, lingering striptease this time. Eve was clearly anxious to get to bed. She tossed her bra onto the dresser and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. She skinned the garment down quickly, Harold gawked at the wide thick expanse of her gleaming black bush.
Eve wandered over to the bed, her perfectly shaped wide ass wobbling back and forth with each step. She was a big woman but not fat. She had all the right features, but on a large voluptuous scale. No wonder Sam Cracker had had the hots for her. Just looking at her gave Harold a hard straining cock stand.
Eve lay down naked on her back and started to stroke the thick black fur of her muff. "Oh, Edgar," she said with a loud long sigh. "You were a clutz, but I miss you..."
Harold could guess exactly what she missed in her dead husband. A real cock is better than no cock at all. The same was true of Carolyn Masters, who didn't miss her a-husband's drinking and beatings, but missed his fucking. Harold remembered Edgar Winters as a dull little man whose biggest interest was mowing his lawn, but apparently he'd been okay in bed.
Eve stroked her glossy black bush, sighing and murmuring, and presently she inserted a finger between the thick-furred lips and started to rub her clit. Her handsome face flushed slightly, and her sighs became louder and huskier. Harold's hard young cock responded to the scene with a horny lurch and a big drool of juice. If only there were some way he could approach her...
Well, why not try it just like he had with the others? Sure, Eve was more uptight about sex, more respectable, more concerned with her reputation, but if she was horny enough, she might go for it. Harold wasn't optimistic, but his aching horniness prompted him to try.
"Ohhhh," Eve moaned, "ohhhh, dammit, Edgar, you fool, why did you have to die?"
She was rubbing her fat red clit steadily, her long shapely legs parted now so Harold could see her plump scarlet slit. Juice was leaking from the wide mouth of her cunt. Everything about her was on an Amazonian scale, even her wide red gash which looked so much larger and riper than the others he'd seen.
"Oh, hell," Eve whined, "have to have it..." She slipped off the bed and hurried over to the dresser to seize her hairbrush, the same amateur dildo she'd used before. Returning, she flopped down heavily on her back, her huge pale jugs bouncing lewdly. With a determined sigh she opened her legs wide and thrust the thick long brush handle into her wet gasping cunt.
"AHHHH," she moaned.
She started working the stiff plastic handle in her cunt, her dark eyes fluttering shut in sudden ecstasy. It was time for Harold to make his move-now or never.
He knew he could be risking big trouble, but the sight of the gorgeous naked widow frigging herself with that hairbrush was just too much for him. Even if there was only a chance in a million of fucking her, he had to by it. And he had to try now, while she was still horny...
Heart pounding, palms sweating, Harold went up to the window and opened it. It made no sound. He slipped into the room and crept over to the bed where Eve Winters was briskly pumping the long thick brush handle in her gushing hair-fringed cunt mouth. Her eyes were screwed shut in ecstasy, and she didn't notice Harold.
"Yesss," she hissed, "oh, yesss."
Harold knew she wasn't like the others, that she'd have a fit when she saw him. He had to think of something... He glanced around the room and saw a camera on the dresser. It was loaded with film and even had a flash cube in place. Grinning, he snatched up the camera, aimed at Eve's grimacing face and gushing slit, and pressed the lever.
The camera light flashed, and Eve's eyes popped open. She gawked in horror at Harold, who stood aver her with the camera, grinning.
"Wha-?" she said. "Who-" Wha-?"
Then she looked down at herself, no doubt wondering what had been recorded on film. She Was naked, legs lewdly spread, the hairbrush handle pushed deep into her cunt. Eve slowly reddened, a deep scarlet flush that spread over her whole lush body. Her eyes widened in horror.
"Oh, my God, NO," she gasped. "No, no-give me that camera!"
She snatched the brush from her twat and made a leap at Harold, but he jumped nimbly out of the way. He remembered how she'd handled Sam Cracker with a knee to the gut. He headed for the window as if he were going to flee.
"Oh, no, wait," Eve panted. "At least talk to me about it. I want that film. What can I give you for it?"
Harold smiled blissfully. That was the question he'd been waiting for. She undoubtedly thought he wanted money for the embarrassing photo he'd taken of her, but she was in for a surprise. He turned to face the panicked woman.
"All right, Mrs. Winters," he said, "we'll talk-but I want you to go sit on the bed. No funny stuff."
She obeyed, so concerned to get that photo that she forgot she was naked. She Sat, her huge creamy tits wobbling heavily, and Harold licked his lips, trying not to stare at her gorgeous mature body.
"Mrs. Winters," he said, "my name is Harold. I used to deliver groceries here. I'm not trying to black mail you, and I don't want money. The thing is- I passed your window, saw what you were doing, and it gave me an idea. Seems to me we could help each other out."
Eve blushed hotly. She was no dummy. She saw what he was getting at, but she was too repressed, too modest, to put it into words.
Harold went on, "I knew you'd get uptight about it, so I took out some insurance. I took your picture while you were frigging yourself with that hairbrush. I'll give you the camera, Mrs. Winters, if you'll let me make love to you right now. Just once, that's all I ask. That's my price. Otherwise I keep the picture and show it to my friends."
In fact, he'd never dream of doing anything so ratty, but he knew this respectable decent woman needed extra persuasion.
Eve moaned softly and licked her lips. He could imagine the turmoil in her mind. She'd die if that picture got shown around, but it must seem terribly wicked of her to fuck a strange teenage boy.
"You wouldn't take money instead?" she said.
"No," said Harold.
Another moan, another deep blush. "All right," she said.
Harold started breathing again. He set the camera down next to the window where he could get it if necessary, and he started to take off his clothes. Eve stared at him in horror and disbelief, no doubt flying to grasp the fact that this skinny bespectacled kid was going to be balling her in just a few minutes.
"Please relax, Mrs. Winters," he said kindly. "I won't be rough."
"Oh, God," she moaned.
As he stepped out of his jeans, hex dark eyes focused on his stiff -young prick. He had an incredible hard-on, his long thick meat hugging his belly, the head bloated and purple and oozing big bubbled of cream. His balls were swollen almost to bursting, not even waggling as he walked toward her.
Eve cringed and backed away on the bed, her horrified eyes riveted to his pale blue-veined cock. She crawled all the way across the bed and leaned. against the wall. Harold was beginning to feel like Jack the Ripper. He wanted to do something to mellow her out. He got no pleasure from the idea of fucking an unwilling partner.
"Lie down," he said gently. "Lie down on your back and open your legs."
She did so, staring to cry helplessly. "Oh, please," she sobbed, "don't take long. Just do it and get it over with."
Harold knelt between her soft thighs and indulged one of his fondest dreams, placing his sweaty excited hands on the big heaving mounds of her tits. In spite of their enormous size, her breasts were soft as silk, hot and pulsing. His excited cock drooled more thick juice as he briefly caressed those fantastic knockers.
His hands were dwarfed by the enormous thrusting melons, and even the light brown nipples overflowed his palms. He wanted to go on playing with her incredible boobs, touching, kissing, licking, but Eve cringed from his touch, sobbing. He told himself that if he did his job well tonight, there'd be plenty of other times when he could fool with her boobs.
"Please relax," he said. "I'm not going to hurt you.
"Then do it," she sobbed. "Just rape me and be done with it."
Harold felt like a complete shit, but he couldn't stop himself. Her fantastic opulent body was too compelling, too big a temptation. He was going to fuck her for sure, but first he wanted to get her turned on if at all possible. Time for the Walter Baxter Method..
"Wha... What are you doing?" Eve shrieked as his head dipped into her crotch. "Oh, my God, NO. That's filthy..."
Harold paid no attention. Eye shuddered but did not resist, knowing she had to cooperate in order to get that incriminating photo. He pushed her silky white thighs wide apart, making her bend her knees and draw them back. He had a wide lewd view of her naked red pussy with its lush circle of black curls.
He eyed her wrinkled little bumhole, the creamy lips of her cunt, and the large throbbing lump of her clit. Her whole pussy was larger and fatter and redder than Kitty's or Carolyn's, yet it was enticing, a rich healthy scarlet. He pressed his face deeper into her crotch, stuck out his tongue, and tickled the plump red button of her clit.
"OHHH," Eve gasped. "Oh, no, don't... That's wicked."
"Wicked?" Harold said in astonishment. "Didn't your husband ever do this to you?"
Eve blushed furiously. "My God, no," she said primly. "We made love like decent people. We never touched each other below the waist."
"Oh, wow," said Harold.
He was really up against it. The very best things were all "evil" and "dirty" to Eve Winters. All he could hope to do was change her mind. He bent down again and started to lick the tasty fat button. He started slowly and teasingly, working up gradually to a brisk lashing. Eve gasped and shuddered.
"Dirty," she whined, "unnatural... Please stop . . ."
Far from stopping, Harold rimmed her plump moist bud even faster. He knew she wasn't frigid, not a women who had to fig herself every night. Her clit had to be as sensitive to pleasure as any woman's. It was just a matter of getting her to admit it. He tongued her fast, wetly, giving her fat long pink clit all the tongue-lashing he could.
"Ohhh, God," Eve whined, "noooo."
The tone of her voice was changing from cold resistance to husky surprise. As Harold furiously lashed and tickled her hot fat bud, he felt her cunt start to juice again, leaking hot sticky cream onto his chin. Her body had been rigid with rejection, but slowly she went hot and limp and yielding.
"Nooo," she panted. "How can you do such a wicked, depraved thing? Oh, please, please stop..."
The scene was feeling very familiar to Harold. This was the third time he'd eaten pussy, and each time the woman had protested with, her voice and responded with her cunt. Eve went on whining and moaning about how evil and depraved it was, and all the while her ripe red pussy got hotter and wetter and more swollen with arousal.
Harold's face was soon soaked with her thick fragrant cream. He felt her wide shapely hips moving in a little helpless horny motion. Her voice got shrill, her words less intelligible. He decided to push her even closer to the edge. He jammed his lips onto her swollen wet clit and began to suck it hard and fast.
"AHHHHH!" Eve gasped.
Molten cream gushed from her cunt, splattering his face. Her hips bucked helplessly as she instinctively rubbed her aroused swollen clit against his sucking lips and tickling tongue. Her big lush body felt feverishly hot. She gave wordless husky cries as he sucked her almost to climax. She was panting loudly, right on the edge, when he drew his mouth away, raised his head and looked then
"Oooooo," she sobbed.
Her handsome face was flushed, registering a mixture of wild pleasure and humiliation. She avoided his eyes, weeping softly, ashamed to have gotten so aroused. Harold felt sorry for her. She could have so much fun if it weren't for her puritanical beliefs.
"Please, she wept, "don't do that to me again. Don't make me behave like that again. Just... just do it and get it over with."
Harold had no intention of doing what she asked. Though he was wild to fuck her, his young cock straining and swollen, he wanted to get her hotly aroused first, wanted her to enjoy it. A willing partner was a lot more fun than a rigid, cold, resisting body. He dipped his head into her steamy crotch again, and Eve gave a wail of dismay.
"Oh, nooo," she cried. "No, I can't stand it!"
She must have remembered their bargain, though, for as his tongue tickled out over her swollen wet pussy, she moaned and went limp. She knew she had to endure whatever he did to her, or that awful picture would be shown to a bunch of sniggering teenage boys. She wept softly as he started to eat her pussy again. Harold intended to change those horrified sobs to cries of hot arousal, if he only could This time he licked her plump red swollen cunt lips, tickling into the steamy folds, rimming the juicy wide mouth of her twat. He recalled that Kitty and Carolyn were very sensitive there, tight around the mouth of the cunt. He teasingly jabbed his thick wet tongue in and out of the recessed mouth of her flooded box.. .
"Noooo," Eve whined. "Oh, God, don't torture me like this... Just f-fuck me and leave ... This can't be any fun for you, and you're not going to arouse me; You're wasting your time, Harold."
He knew that wasn't true. She was just trying to save her pride, not wanting him to see her in hot arousal again. Already her sobs had stopped; her voice going husky and horny. Her cunt was creaming helplessly again, leaking hot fragrant juice onto his lapping tongue. Her hips started to twitch and buck.
"Oh, God," she whined, "oh... filthy... wicked..."
Harold made his tongue long and stiff. He started easing it into her juicy molten hole. He went into her slowly, teasingly, inching his way ever so slowly into her seething wet cunt. Gradually he worked his tongue into her all the way to the root. Her mature cunt was wider than Carolyn's or Kitty's, but, if possible, hotter and wetter.
"Nooo," Eve whimpered as she felt his long slick hot tongue sliding up her cunt, "nooo... Ohhhh, OHHHH... OH, GOD, AHHHH..."
Her thighs fell fully open, limp and welcoming. Giant bursts of pussy cream boiled around his probing tongue and flooded out to soak his fact. Her hungry twat tightened around his tongue, greedily nipping and squeezing. She thrust her pussy up in his face-taking his tongue right to the slick mouth of her womb.
"God help me," she panted, "I can't c-control myself... Oh, dear, Ohhhh, OHHH..."
Harold could well imagine why she couldn't control herself, She was a normal healthy woman who hadn't been fucked in over a year. Also she'd never experienced the jay of having her pussy eaten. The whole scene had to be blowing her mind. He took advantage of it, jerking his tongue deep and roughly in her twat, tongue-fucking her furiously.
"AWWWW," Eve shrieked.
She reached down and curled her fingers in his hair, forcing his head even deeper into her steaming crotch, using him like a tongue-dildo, bouncing his head up and don. Harold relaxed, letting her use him, keeping his tongue long and stiff inside her.
He let her do it till she was whining and gasping just on the edge of orgasm. Then he jerked out of her grasp and raised his head.
Eve burst into humiliated weeping. "Oh, why did you do it?" she sobbed. "Why did you let me make a fool of myself again? Do you enjoy that?
Can't you just fuck me and go away?"
"Mrs. Winters," Harold said, "I don't want to embarrass you. I just want you to enjoy yourself. I'm no rapist. I don't wanta ball somebody who doesn't want it."
Her face froze. "Well, I'm afraid you're doomed to disappointment, then," she said coldly. "I couldn't possibly want to make love to you. That's out of the question. Go on, damnit, get what you came for"
Harold wished there was some way he could get her to drop that phony pride and just dig what they were doing, but it looked helpless. Even when she was creaming right in his face and screaming with pleasure, she'd go on denying that she liked it. Maybe she was right after all. Maybe he should just ball her, get his rocks off, and leave.
"All right, Mrs. Winters," he said, sighing, "whatever you say."
She looked grimly triumphant. She lay back on the pillows and opened her legs for him, looking stiff and unyielding and cold. Harold didn't like it one bit, but his erection was damned near killing him by now and he felt horny enough to fuck a sheep. To hell with her, then. He'd just use that juicy hot hole and go home.
"Hurry up," she snapped. "It's late."
Harold crawled between her legs and fitted the swollen purple head of his dick to her soaked little cunt mouth. She stared grimly at him. He pushed into her and sank down, resting his face on her big hot cushiony tits. Slowly he worked his rigid aching prick up the wet molten tunnel of her cunt, digging that slick hot sheath, enjoying himself in spite of her coldness.
"Awwww," he sighed, "you're so hot in there..."
"Don't talk, please," Eve said icily. "Just do it and leave."
Harold sighed and started to fuck her. He'd just have to pretend he had a willing partner, maybe fantasize Kitty or Carolyn. But it was hard to do that with his face pressed against the biggest ripest pair of tits he'd ever seen, super jugs that had to belong to Eve Winters. Her box was different, too, deeper and wider and feverishly hot.
He probed her slowly, deeply, prolonging as much as possible the time he could spend with his horny hard cock in her deliciously juicy hot Nat. She lay rigid and unmoved beneath him, and he could almost imagine her tapping her foot with impatience. It began to get on his nerves. Damn her anyhow, why did she have to pretend not to like sex? Why did she have to spoil it for bath of them? It pissed him off.
"Are you going to take all night?" she sighed.
That did it. Harold decided to show her no more consideration, just to bang her brutally, hard and fast, and to come quick. He'd had more than enough, of this hypocritical puritan. He raised himself on his elbows and started slamming his hard long dick savagely in and out of her cunt. Their bellies met in hard loud smacks, and his swollen nuts slapped loudly against her wet slit.
"OHHHHP" Eve gasped.
A sudden transformation came over her. Napped up like that, Harold saw it happen. Her face went pink, her eyes rolled crazily, and her mouth twisted in a sensual grimace. Her wide lips started to move in time to his brutal strokes, slamming up to take his cock as deep as she could. Her cunt creamed heavily, scaldingly, and gripped his jerking meat. His slow gentle fucking hadn't broken her resistance, but his hard rape-like balling was really getting to her.
"Ahhhh," she wailed, "ahhh, God, AHHHHH. . ."
Harold fucked her even harder and faster, giving it everything he had. It worked. She wailed with pleasure, clung to him, squirted hot cunt juice all over his crotch and the bed. Her deliciously slick box grew lava-hot, tightening more and more greedily around his plunging prick. She lost all self-control. Harold had won at last.
"AHHHH, FUCK ME," Eve Winters yelled. "Yes, yes, YESSS. ."
Harold gladly complied, balling her furiously, slamming his rigid long prick in and out of her squirting box till she creamed with pleasure and went into a writhing bucking climax that nearly threw him off her body. No sooner had she come than she started to climax again, throwing her legs around his butt and digging his cock deep into her squeezing scalding cunt. She was obviously starved for it, making up for a year of deprivation.
Harold managed to hold out for another minute or so, making her come again and again, before he yelped and shot his load. As they rolled apart, she gave him a shy sheepish glance and buried her face in the pillow, blushing right down to her toes.
"Oh, dear," she said in a muffled voice, "I guess I needed that more than I thought. I just, don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything," Harold said gently. "You're a normal healthy woman, and you showed it. I'd sure like to come back and see you again soon, Mrs. Winters?"
She looked at him bashfully. "You may," she said. "I can't lie to you now, Harold. I really need this. But could I have that picture you took?"
Harold grinned impishly. "There wasn't any," he said. "I had my finger over the lens.
Chapter Seven
By the end of the week Harold was feeling rather proud of himself. He had seduced three grown women, and they had all praised his performance in bed. It was quite a step forward from being a horny hopeless virgin, as he had been just a week ago.
On his next night out, he had to make a choice. Both Carolyn and Eve had given him an open invitation to drop in any time they were home, but he couldn't decide which one he wanted to see. Also there was Kitty, a sentimental favorite since she'd been his first woman. He always checked Kitty's place first, on the off chance that she might not be busy with Walter Baxter.
So he started with the Baxter place, climbing up his spy free and peering in the windows. Downstairs he saw Walter helping Wilma into a voluminous coat. Upstairs Kitty was sitting on the edge of her bed looking angry and hurt. Presently Walter escorted Wilma out to the car, and they drove off. Kitty looked out the window after them and burst into tears..
Obviously this was a job for Harold. He wasted no time crawling down the big branch of the tree, missing Kitty's window, and jumping into the room. Kitty, who was pacing the floor, looked dismally at him.
"Oh, it's you, Harold," she said.
"What's the matter, Kitty?" he asked.
She stamped her little foot. "Aw, it just pines me off, that's all," she said. "I mean Walter loves ME, right? He can't stand that fat bitch. But he takes HER to the movies, not me. I said to him, why can't you just give her a sleeping pill tonight like always? And he says, but Wilma insists on seeing that film. Insists, shit."
Harold saw that it was a clear case of jealousy. "Well, Kitty," he said, "you've just gotta console yourself with the idea that Walter really loves you. But there's no reason to waste the whole evening being mad."
"Oh, yet?" said Kitty miserably. "What else am I gonna do while he's at the movies with her? Play checkers?"
"Well, there is me," said Harold. "I recall we had a pretty good time last time I was here."
Kitty stopped pacing. and looked at him, really looked at him for the first time. Slowly she began to smile. "Yeah," she said, "my that's a good idea. If he can spend the evening with her, then I guess I got a right to spend some time with you."
"That's the spirit," said Harold, starting to take off his clothes. "By the way, what movie did Wilma insist an seeing?"
Kitty giggled. "'Invasion of the Giant Toads,'" she said.
"How appropriate," said Harold. "Come on, let's get undressed."
She looked at him a moment longer, still undecided, but when she saw him lower his jeans and reveal his stiff eight-inch prick, her face flushed softly with excitement and she started to undress. Naked, Harold reclined on the bed and watched her.
She was the youngest of his grown-up lovers, and her body showed it. In the face department she was no match for Carolyn or Eve, but her body was straight and slim like a young girl's, a long tail coltish figure that really turned him on. Her small apple-sized tits were perfectly firm, tilting slightly upward. Her little flame-colored muff was dainty and small.
As Harold watched her take off her clothes, he felt his erect young dick swelling up even tighter, the blue veins standing out under the pale taut skin. The big knobby head of his cock turned purple, leaking a large glistening drop of juice. He could hardly wait to start balling the lusty red-haired housekeeper.
Naked, Kitty paused near the bed and arched her slim hips forward, wantonly thrusting her copper muff at the horny boy. She eyed his thick drooling prick as it tightly hugged his belly, and she licked her lips. Harold knew his cock was bigger than Walter's, the same length but a lot Thicker. Maybe. Kitty was thinking that, too.
"You're a strange kid, you know that?" she said, absently caressing her breasts and muff. "I mean, busting into a girl's room like this, balling somebody a lot older than you. You making it with a lotta other chicks, too?"
"Oh, no," Harold lied. "You're the only one,
Kitty."
She smiled with satisfaction. "Well, then, you got a lot to learn," she said. "Maybe I can teach you.
"I'd sure like that," said Harold. He meant it. He knew he had a big cock and that he could move it around okay, but he knew that there were a lot of refinements and variations to love-making he hadn't tried yet. He didn't even know how to begin. Hopefully Kitty would show him some things he could use with his other women.
"Okay," she said briskly, getting onto the bed beside him, "let's start with turning a girl on. You know how to do that?" Harold shook his head. Kitty said, "Well, it starts with kissing her right. You gotta use your tongue, only you don't wanta slobber all over her. Here, I'll show you."
Kitty snuggled close to him, her red hair resting on his shoulder, and pressed her lips against his. Harold felt his mouth gently but insistently pried open, then her little slick tongue snaking inside to tickle his tongue. He felt an immediate sting of excitement in his balls.
"Now you try it," said Kitty.
He did, imitating her technique, and managed to get his tongue almost to her throat. Kitty murmured excitedly and rubbed against him, her fluffy little copper muff tickling Ida rigid drooling prick. Harold wanted to get on to more exciting things, but he restrained himself, knowing he'd profit from learning a few tricks.
"Hey, you kiss good," she sighed. "You got the idea right away. Now, the next step, after a girl lets you kiss her, would be to play with her tits. You gotta be real gentle, though. A girl is as tender there as you are in your balls."
Harold had already guessed that. Gently he cupped and pressed her small soft tits, as smooth and tender as a baby's ass, delicate warm globes of flesh that just fitted his hands. He massaged them steadily cupping and squeezing, being careful never to press too hard.
"How's that?" he said huskily..
"Ummm, nice," Kitty murmured. Already her green eyes were taking on the hot glazed look of horny arousal. She thrust her pert little boobs forward, feeding them willingly into his hat hands, sighing as he molded and squeezed the tender little globes.
"Yeah, that's nice," she sighed, "but the most sensitive part is the nipples. Just rub 'em a little with your thumbs..."
Harold obeyed. Still cupping her round silky jugs, he moved his thumbs gently but insistently over her soft little pink nipples, back and forth, feeling their exquisite softness. Kitty gave a husky moan of pleasure. Before long the nipples began to change, going long and erect and bumpy under his caressing thumbs. They seemed to get even more sensitive then.
"Yeah," she breathed, "that's it. You got a real nice touch, kid. Now lick 'em... Ummm, yes, that really turns a girl on."
Harold obeyed her instantly, for he liked using his tongue on a pretty firm pair of tits. He stuck out his long red wet tongue and used the juicy tip to lash and tickle her taut pink nubs. Each delicate moist touch of his tongue tip on the sensitive bumpy cones made Kitty moan with excitement.
"Ooooo," she cooed, "that's real nice, Harold... Ummm, yeah... Now if you got a girl all excited, with her nipples hard like that, you should suck 'em. Not too hard. You mind?"
"Not at all," Harold said blissfully.
He bent down and sucked one erect throbbing pink nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it fast and firm but not enough to hurt. He tickled and lashed it with his tongue. Kitty gave a prolonged husky moan and snuggled lighter against him, her fuzzy little bush rubbing his dripping stiff cock.
"Oooo, YEAH," she sighed, "that's really good. You're doing great, kid. Oh, wow, yeah, suck my lit . . .
As he sucked her hard little nipple, Harold could feel her whole round clit going hot and swollen and throbbing in his hand. He was learning how really sensitive tits are, how there seemed to be a direct line of sensation between boots and pay. Kitty moaned and wantonly rubbed her muff against his cock.
"N-Now the other one," she whimpered.
Harold popped his mouth off her spit-soaked nipple and sucked in the other one, licking it with his tongue, sucking like a starved puppy. The same thing happened again, her tit swelling up tight and throbbing hotly against his palm. Kitty was squirming her hips writhing in horny need.
"Yeah, that's great," she said at last, moving away from him, her wet hard nipple popping from his lip.. "You learn real fast, kid. I just waits Sow you one more thing about turning a girl on?"
She rolled onto her back and opened her long slim legs, drawing her knees right up to her tits. That way, she exposed her pussy fully and wantonly. Walter gawked hungrily at the wet pink flesh, the tiny dark mouth of her cunt, and the dainty circle of coppery curls.
"Now after you've played with a girl's tits and got her really hot," Kitty said, "the next thing is her pussy. If you can get that far, you've almost got it made. See this thing right here?" She touched the little pink nub of her clit, which was peeking out through the half-open lips of her red-haired mons.
Harold nodded avidly.
"That's my clit," Kitty said. "That's where a girl's most sensitive. You just rub that gently with your finger, and it'll really make her hot. Go ahead, try it."
Harold moved quickly to kneel by her hips. He touched the little pink lump of her clit and rubbed it ever so gently with his fingertip. Kitty gave a shrill excited squeal.
Harold noticed the miraculous effect he was having. As he gently but steadily rubbed her moist little button with his fingertip, cream gushed from the little shadowy recess of her cunt mouth. It was automatic-press the button, out came the juice. The faster he rubbed, the faster her gasping little hole leaked bright steamy juice.
"Ummm, nice," Kitty sighed. "You can touch me other places, too, kid. Just remember to be gentle."
Harold took advantage of the suggestion to explore her pussy. Even though he'd been laid three times now, he still had a lot to learn about female anatomy. He pried open the furry hot lips of her morn and studied the fat twitching lump of her clit and the tiny hole she must pee from. He tickled the pinpoint opening and Kitty gasped with pleasure.
Moving lower, he touched the slick pink swollen lips of her cunt. They were molten hot and very wet. Kitty obviously liked to be touched there, for as he rubbed, she whined ecstatically, and hot cream trickled from her small cunt mouth. Harold rimmed the drooling mouth and felt it nip greedily at his finger tip.
"Ohhhh, nice," Kitty moaned.
He moved even lower to touch and gently rim the wrinkled light brown mouth of her asshole. The clenched opening was sensitive, tool for as he tickled and rimmed it with his fingertip, Kitty sighed deeply. He pressed with his fingertip, and the tight brownie opened a little, allowing him to pop his finger inside. The tiny bumhole was now hot and very tight.
"OOOO, jeez, yes," Kitty whined, "stick your finger up my ass, kid. You sure as hell learn first . . ."
Harold obligingly worked his little finger up her asshole, feeling the searing gripping flesh, wondering how it would be to fuck a girl in the ass. It sure would be deliciously tight. Maybe someday he'd get the chance. He pumped his finger in Kitty's red-hot slick asshole, and she whined with excitement.
"Aw, Christ, that's enough," she said finally. "I'm almost coming... Take your finger out, kid. There's just one more thing I wanta teach you."
Harold complied, popping his finger from her pungent tight little brownie, and Kitty gave a big sigh. She kept her long slim legs wide apart and eyed him feverishly, as if she couldn't wait for the next "lesson" she had to teach him.
"Now here's the last thing you gotta learn," she sighed. "This'll turn a girl on for sure, if you get this far. You gotta learn to eat pussy. You know what that is?"
Harold thought he did. "You mean use my mouth and tongue between your legs?" he said.
Kitty eyed him suspiciously. "That's right," she said, "but how did you know? You sure you ain't been making it with other girls?"
"Nope," Harold said blandly. "I just heard about it from other guys."
"Okay," she said, relaxing, "go ahead and try it. My clit and my cunt are most sensitive, but it feels good almost anyplace. You don't mind doing it, do you?"
"Not at all," said Harold, who was already drooling in anticipation of tasting her hot creamy silt.
He dipped his flushed face into her steamy crotch, stuck out his tongue, and applied the stiff tip to her fat pink clit. He tickled the little bud rapidly, running his tongue tip around and around the swollen wet shaft. Kitty gasped loudly and arched her body upward, jamming her greedy little joy button against his tongue.
"OHHHHH," she wailed, "YEAH... That's perfect, kid... Oh, my God, yes, yesss..."
Harold didn't tell her that he'd already tried this exercise with two other women and had met with great success. He already knew that her clit was the key to her response, the lock that opened her legs to him. He tongued the little hot bud hungrily, making it swell and stiffen just like a miniature cock in arousal.
Harold went one better than that He premed his mouth onto the taut wet bud and started to suck it.
Kitty shot up in the air with a screech of ecstasy, then flopped down limp and yielding and moaning. His fast firm clit-sucking really blew her mind. She spread her legs wider and wider, and she creamed furiously all over his face.
"Awwww." she moaned, "Ahhh... Oh, wow, YES, eat me, honey."
Harold knew enough not to bring her off. He wanted to keep her horny excitement at a fever pitch. He sucked her squirting little bud till she was piping just on the edge of orgasm, then moved on. Kitty gave a sigh of disappointment-which quickly changed to a gasp of delight as his slick tongue started making and tickling into the swollen pink folds of her pussylips.
"Ummm, UMMMM," she whimpered.
Harold wriggled his tongue inside the pink swollen lips and rimmed the cream-filled mouth of her cunt It was like a pool of molten lava, steamy and bubbling. He worked his tongue inside, slowly penetrating her, and Kitty gave a long hoarse moon of bliss.
"Jesus, yeas," she said, "slick your tongue in my cunt, baby..."
Harold noticed that when she got really aroused, she stopped calling him "kid" and started calling him "baby" and "honey." That was an Improvement, but a minor detail compared to her feverish lusty response to his tongue inched up her cunt. He finally thrust it into her all the way to the root, then started tongue-fucking her, working the long slick mobile organ swiftly in and out of her flooded twat.
"Eeeee," Kitty shrieked, "EEEEE ..."
There was no doubt in Harold's mind that she was going to come explosively in a few seconds. She definitely got, off on his tongue working swiftly and deeply in her creamy tight box. He jerked his tongue up and down the steamy hole a few more times, then withdrew, not wanting her to come yet.
He licked and tickled lower, down to the pungent light brown mouth of her asshole. As he rimmed it, he saw the tiny mouth open invitingly. She wanted his tongue up her ass, obviously, and Harold obliged, suddenly driving his slick rough tongue deep into her bumhole. Again she rose right off the bed.
"AWWWW," she wailed. "Christ, yes, stick your tongue up my ass... Oh, Jesus, that's good..."
Harold obliged for a few moments, till she was again panting and moaning on the edge of climax. He worked his tongue as deep as he could up her fiery tight asshole, again thinking how nice it would be to have his cock there instead. He withdrew just as she started to come.
Kitty moaned with disappointment, but she didn't seem to be angry. She seemed to understand his teasing game, the way he was working her up to getting balled, making her so frantically horny that she couldn't refuse. She gave him a wry grin as he took his cream-soaked face from her steamy little slit.
"Well, how do I rate, teacher." he said.
"A-plus," she sighed. "Oh, wow... I'm so horny I could scream. Let's ball, kid."
He wished she wouldn't call him kid, but it wasn't all that important tight now. He leaped eagerly onto her, digging his rock-hard wet-tipped prick into the slick hot pulp of her pussy, seeking the entrance to her cunt. But Kitty started pushing against his shoulders.
"Hey, wait," she panted, "not like that. I'm teaching you, remember? There's other ways to ball. Let's try it with me an top."
Harold hadn't known there was more than one position to fuck in, but he was more than willing to learn. He rolled off Kitty, onto his back, his bloated stiff cock wagging lewdly. It stuck straight up at the ceiling, the head huge and purple and drooling. Kitty eyed it hungrily, licking her lips.
"I think you'll dig it this way, kid," she said.
She crawled aver and straddled him on her knees, positioning her red-fringed wet cunt mouth right over the big hard head of his dick. Panting, impatient, she brought herself down on his long rigid impalement, taking the purple knob of his cock head into her blazing-hat cunt mouth. She started sliding down on it.
"Ooooo," she whined, "ooooo... Jesus, kid, are you hung."
Harold accepted the compliment absently, his mind focused on the delicious searing heat of her small cunt as he slowly glided into her. It was her turn to tease, taking him ever so slowly up her seething wet hole, controlling the action. At last he felt his rock-hard cock head butting the slick mouth of her womb.
"Awwwww," he sighed. "Christ, Kitty, you're so hot in there She grinned. "Hang on, kid," she said. "I'm gonna ball you silly."
She meant it literally. She was balling him, not vice-versa. With her on top, she could do the work, and Harold only had to lie there and provide the stiff pole of his cock while she jammed her slippery cunt up and down the stiff rod. He found he liked it that way.
Not only didn't he have to work, but he had a great view. With Kitty sitting on his prick, he could see her pert little boobs bouncing crazily as she fucked him. He could see her flaming little muff going up and down, up and down, as she slammed her horny little twat on his stiff long pale pole.
He saw her bright thick cum trickling out of her little stretched cunt mouth, forced out by his thick meat, running down to soak his balls. He saw her freckled face twisted into a grimace of lust, her green eyes rolling wildly. He could even reach up and play with her hot jiggling boobs. It was definitely an interesting way to fuck.
"Ahhhh," Kitty moaned... Oh, jeez, this is good... You got such a nice thick cock, kid . . . Ohhhhh . . ."
Harold leaned back on his folded arms, grinning blissfully. A week ago he wouldn't have believed this could happen to him, but here he was, lying back lazily while a violently horny woman fucked him, telling him frankly how much she liked his cock. He felt fantastically lucky.
Kitty was so horny from all his foreplay that she started to come in less than .a minute. She threw her body back, her pouting swollen tits popping from his caressing hands, her flame-colored bush arching toward him. She began to squeal, and floods of scalding cunt juice soaked his balls. He felt her red-hot Cunt tightening around his buried dick.
"Ooooo," she shrieked. "OHHHHHHH.. . I'm coming." Harold helped out by jerking his hard young prick in her creaming hole while she writhed and yelped and came. When she was finished, she paused to catch her breath, then grinned down at him and started fucking him as fast as ever, her juicy little twat grinding hungrily up and down the long stiff impalement of his prick.
"Now I'm gonna bring you off, kid," she said.
That was fine with Harold, but he thought he'd like to make her come again, too, so he did his best to hold out It became a contest, both of them humping like crazy, trying to bring each other off. Harold got the idea of rubbing her wet stiff clit while they fucked, and Kitty gave a screech of joy. She countered by lightening her already snug box around his meat, making him moan blissfully.
Then she was coming again, arching her slim body backwards, squealing with pleasure. Her cream flooded out in steamy gushes, soaking his balls and her inner thighs. In her intense excitement she even peed on him a little, a small yellow arch of piss that sprinkled his belly. Harold found it turned him on. Ho felt his balls clench convulsively, and then he was yelping and shooting his load.
"AWWWWW," he bawled, Kitty kept her thighs spread wide, digging the wet blast of his jism deep in her seething Nat. She took it all, then rolled off him with a loud sigh, her little butt still wriggling in the final spasms of climax. Harold's exhausted cock slipped from her fiery little hole and hit his belly with a limp splat.
"Oh, wow," he sighed.
He felt utterly fulfilled, as if he'd gotten rid of a year's accumulated jism. He sighed contentedly and looked over at Kitty, who was panting beside him. Presently the slim redhead caught her breath, rolled onto her side, and gave him a mischievous grin.
"Let's do it again," she said.
Harold gawked at her. Christ, they'd just fucked, just come like gangbusters, and there she was ready for another round. His limp wet cock felt numb and used up. He'd hardly caught his breath yet. He could only respond with a sheepish grin.
"Uh, I could dig it, Kitty," he said, "only my cock's not hard. It might be awhile before I can get it up again."
"Oh, nonsense," she said. "You're a healthy young boy. You oughta be able to get hard again light away."
Harold looked down at his trusty tool. It was small and wrinkled and out for the count. He felt embarrassed, but what could he do? No matter how hard he willed it, his prick didn't respond. It was ready for a nap. He would have loved to oblige Kitty, but he didn't see what he could do about it.
"Unless you've got a splint for my dick," he said, "I'm afraid we're out of luck."
He expected her to be angry, but she wasn't. She just went on giving him that strange wicked grin.
"Oh, I know how to fix that," she said. "We ain't gonna need a splint, kid. I showed you how to turn a girl on, and now I'm gonna show you how a girl can turn on a guy."
"Oh?" said Harold, his interest picking up. "How do you do that?"
"I'll show you," said Kitty. "I guarantee to have your cock hard in just a few minutes."
Privately Harold doubted that was possible. His poor limp dick seemed drained and useless. It might be interesting to see what she'd try, though. He lay on his back, limp and submissive, while Kitty crawled over to him, her pretty little boobs jiggling.
"You just relax now, honey," she said with a naughty grin. "I'll take care of everything."
"Right on," Harold sighed.
She gently eased his legs apart and knelt between them. Harold watched with growing interest as the slim redhead slipped her hands down and cupped his limp drained balls. She began a gentle massage, squeezing the soft rosy bags rhythmically m her warm soft hands. It felt pleasant, but he doubted it would get him hard very fast.
"Like that?" she said.
"Ummm," he murmured, "Yeah, nice."
"But not enough," said Kitty knowingly. "Well, this is just for openers, kid. Don't you worry. There's plenty a girl can do to get a guy hot."
Harold knew that. In his case, all a girl had to do was walk post him on the street, and he was excited. Kitty was doing a lot more than that. Kneeling naked between his legs, she massaged his nuts deliciously for a while, making him sigh with pleasure. He still wasn't hard, though. She finally abandoned that technique and moved her little warm hand up to fist his cock.
Harold watched as she curled her little soft warm hand around his limp wrinkled prick and began to pump the soft drowsy meat. That, too, felt very nice, much more exciting than when he jacked himself off. She grinned down at him as she swiftly pumped his prick, but if she expected him to respond with a cock stand, she was disappointed.
"Golly, Kitty," he said apologetically, "that feels really nice, but I can't seem to get hard again."
She gave a little chuckle. "Relax, kid," she said soothingly. "It ain't gonna happen right away. Men can't just keep doing it and doing it the way women can. Poor bastards. But I'll get you there, don't worry."
She pumped his prick for a while, but it was no go. Harold was beginning to feel downright embarrassed. What the hell was wrong, anyhow? For three years he'd been continually horny, suffering from thousands of unwanted hard-ons, and now he couldn't get it up. It wasn't fair.
Kitty didn't seem the least bit worried, though. She pumped his soft wrinkled prick awhile longer, then let it slip from her hand to flop limp onto his belly. She eyed it for a moment, licking her lips, and then spoke:
"Like I said, kid, that was just for openers. Now comes the main feature,"
Her red head dipped into his crotch. Harold gasped with surprise. He felt her hot moist breath fanning his balls and stole. Then he felt, the scalding wet tickle of her little tongue tip rapidly rimming the tight wrinkle of his brownie. Suddenly his interest picked up hugely. He felt a rush of horny excitement She started to wriggle her tongue up his ass.
"Awwww, hey, AWWW" Harold gasped. "Oh, wow. . ."
He relaxed his anal muscle to let her in, and. Kitty hungrily thrust her slick little tongue into his asshole, penetrating him swiftly. She stuck her slippery hot tongue in clear to the root, wriggling and probing swiftly in his fiery tight passage. Harold almost fainted with the sharp pleasure of it. It felt fantastic to have her tongue in his ass.
"Awww, Jesus, yeah," he moaned. "That feels great, Kitty'..."
He heard her muffled laugh. She buggered him greedily with her little slick tongue, jerking it fast and deep in his sensitive asshole. Harold hadn't dreamed his brownie could respond sexually, but he found it out quickly. His balls began to fill and lighten. His prick started to twitch into life again.
Presently she popped her wet tongue from his asshole and tickled up his crotch till she was gently tonguing his nut sacs. It felt delicious. He remembered how Carolyn had licked his prick briefly in her excitement. That had felt nice, but it was nothing like the professional job Kitty was doing on him. He had a sneaking hunch she'd been practicing on Walter.
Her hot little tongue moved faster and faster on his sensitive limp balls, making them flop and jiggle. Then he felt her wet lips pressing hungrily against the rosy fleshy bags, and she was sucking his left nut into her fiery little mouth. He kit his tender nut sac swathed in wet hot slick flesh.
"AWWWW, JESUS," he yelped. "Yeah, suck my balls, Kitty... Christ, that feels great..."
She sucked his left nut till it swelled up tight and almost bunting with jism, and then she spat it out loudly and sucked in the other one. She mouthed it hotly and greedily, making a loud lewd slurping noise. By then Harold was yelping uncontrollably and bouncing on the bed in his keen excitement. He'd never felt anything half as exciting as having his balls sucked.
Kitty spat out the rosy swollen bag with a husky wicked chuckle.
"That really turned you on, huh, kid?" she said. "Well, this is gonna feel even better..."
He waited blissfully to see what kinky thing she'd do next. He didn't have to wait long. He felt her fever-hot wet tongue sliding off his swollen balls, into the light thatch of his bush, and onto the base of his soft limp prick. It tickled slowly, teasingly, up the length of his flaccid cock till she was lashing and rimming the sensitive rosy head.
Carolyn had done that to him too. It was nothing new. He felt a little disappointed that Kitty's surprise was nothing more than licking his cock. It was nice, of course, but no big deal. They he gave a gasp of surprise and pleasure as that naughty redhead did something he'd never experienced before.
With a horny gurgle, Kitty suddenly sucked his whole cock into her mouth.
"UHHH," Harold gasped. "Oh, WOW..."
She took it in right to his balls, sucking hard and fast and hot like she was starved for the taste of his dick. Her mouth was blazing hot and deliciously juicy around his meat, and she sucked with vacuum pressure, stretching his dick out like elastic, letting it snap back again. She made a wet slurping noise that excited him sharply.
"Oh, Christ, that's good," he whined. "Yeah, suck my cock, Kitty... Man, I really go for that."
Her wet hot sucking mouth stretched and squeezed his cock. His sensitive molten balls rubbed her soft chin. To complete the effect she wriggled her lift his finger up his tight asshole and jerked it naughtily. Harold gave a yelp of excitement, and his cock lurched into a fierce erection.
Kitty drew her mouth off his hard stiff prick, laughing wickedly. She kept her promise, getting him hard and ready in only a few minutes. Harold sighed blissfully, eyeing his rosy new erection.
"Hey, Kitty," he said, "you get A-plus, too. Where'd you learn all that stuff?"
"None of your business," she giggled. "Let's skip the talk, kid. Now that you're ready, I wanta ball."
Harold found himself in firm agreement with that. His stiff young cock ached for the slick hot sheath of her cunt. It looked like Kitty was going to teach him another new position, too. Grinning wickedly, she rolled onto her hands and knees and stuck her saucy little ass up in the air.
"Let's do it this way," she said, "like animals do it."
Harold thought that was appropriate. He felt like an animal. He crawled over and knelt behind her, seizing his stiff dick gingerly, touching the knobby creaming head to her steamy little Cunt mouth. He pushed into her with aloud sigh of bliss, welcoming the enfolding slickness and heat of her tight little cunt
"Oooooo, yeah," Kitty whined, "stick it in me, kid, all the way... Oh, God, yes... Ummm, yeah, now ball me hard, Harold..."
He had no trouble complying. They humped away happily, making the bed springs creak, not hearing the Baxters' car pull into the driveway. They didn't hear Wilma and Walter come into the house, didn't hear Walter scurrying up the stairs. The first thing they heard was his gentle tapping on Kitty's door.
They froze, Harold's long thick cock lodged to the hilt in Kitty's creamy hot box. "It's me dearest," Walter said. "I finally got back. May I come in?"
"Uh, uh, I'm sleeping, Walter," Kitty said nervously.
"I know a nice way to wake you up," he said warmly.
Just then they all heard Wilma's bellow:
"WALTERRR! GET IN HERE! I NEED YOU!"
"Shit," said Walter. "Tomorrow, then, darling." He went scurrying down the stairs, and Kitty and Harold gave a big sigh of relief.
"Wow, that was close," said Harold.
"Ummm-hmm," said Kitty, already forgetting about Walter. "Ball me, kid, hurry. Oh, wow, do I need it . ."
Harold obeyed, feeling sorry for poor Walter, who had to service the bellowing tub of lard downstairs.
Chapter Eight
It had to happen sometime, Harold told himself. Finally there came the night when all three of his grown-up lovers insisted that he visit them, the night whoa he'd have to take care of three women in a row. Yes, it had to happen, but how was he going to handle it?
As Harold snuck out his bedroom window and shimmied down the drain pipe, he told himself to look upon it as an adventure, not a challenge. He was young, healthy, perpetually horny. There was no reason why he shouldn't rise to the occasion. Still he worried. He didn't want to leave any of his ladies unsatisfied.
He went to Carolyn's house first because it was farthest away, figuring he could work his way back home and then drop exhausted into bed, providing he still had the strength to climb the drain pipe. He didn't dare to sneak in her window any more. He went right to the front door and rang the bell.
"Hello, Harold, darling," she said.
Harold caught his breath. No matter how many times he saw her, he was still impressed with
Carolyn's beauty, her tall lithe figure. He decided he had to be the luckiest guy in the world. He followed the lovely divorcee into her house, watching her pert round butt twitch back and forth.
She was wearing tight white stretch pants and a little pink halter that barely covered her saucy bouncing boobs. Her long blonde hair hung straight and gleaming down her back. Always with Carolyn he felt it had to be a dream and that he was going to wake up before the good tart.
"I'm so glad you could come, dear," she said, giving him a big smile. "I really need you tonight."
Harold sighed blissfully and followed her down the hall to her bedroom. Already his cock was stiff as a board, aching to get at her. They went into the bedroom and started to undress, Harold tripping over himself as he watched Carolyn. She skinned out of the tight white pants and started to untie her halter. She was wearing a tiny pair of pink bikini panties.
"This is insane, I suppose," she said with a sigh. "Here I am balling a teenage boy young enough to be my son. The neighbors would have a fit. I keep thinking I ought to find a lover my own age, but I like you so much, Harold. You really seem to understand what a woman wants."
"Gee, thanks, Carolyn," Harold said, beaming with pride.
He damn well hoped he knew what women wanted-he'd studied hard enough. Night after night for the past few weeks he'd stroked silky bodies, caressed soft tits, eaten fragrant moist pussies, always trying to find out just what turned on his partners most. He knew he'd never be handsome, but he figured that didn't matter if he was a fantastic lay.
Carolyn removed her halter, and her pert tits danced free, pink nipples winking She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and inched them downward. Harold's hot eyes followed their progress, and he felt a flush of excitement as the first platinum pussy hairs popped into view. Soon he could see her whole bright dainty muff. The panties raced down to her ankles, and Carolyn stepped out of them, kicking them side, giving him just a short tantalizing glimpse of her pretty pink slit.
"Harold," she laughed, "are you going to stand there all night gawking at me? Come on, dear, get undressed. I'm impatient."
Harold sighed deeply and hurried to remove his jeans. He still couldn't believe that this gorgeous slim blonde wanted to ball HIM. He still remembered, all too well, the misery of being a horny virgin, and awkward teenage boy in glasses who couldn't even get a date. This new scene was unreal.
Carolyn lay naked on the bed, and Harold stumbled out of his jeans and hurried over to her. As always, he wanted to touch and taste her everywhere at once. He lay down beside her with a horny moan of excitement and began to pew her long silky body, kissing and licking her hot, tits, belly, bush, and inner thighs.
"Ohhh, Harold," she sighed, "older men could learn a lot from you."
"At least your husband could have," said Harold.
"That turd," Carolyn said contemptuously. "He was so rough and quick, so inconsiderate... Ummm, what are you doing, darling? My, that feels nice."
Harold was gently parting her long legs, burrowing her face between her thighs. When she felt his hot moist breath on her hungry pussy, she voluntarily opened her legs to him, showing him the sleek wet pink line of her gash. She had such a gorgeous pussy, it always made him drool.
Harold pressed his mouth to her fragrant blonde muff, stuck out his tongue, and wriggled it between the fat furry lips. He licked around till he found the slick lump of her little clit. He teased the small pink joy button with the tip of his tongue, and right away he felt a hot bust of cream from her cunt wetting his chin.
"Ummm," Carolyn sighed. "If Eddie had done that to me, I'd still be married to him. Oh, God, Harold, I love it when you lick my clit..."
She didn't have to tell him. He knew it from the response of her dainty pink slit. Her whole crotch seemed to swell up tight and hot and glistening, and steamy juice trickled helplessly from her small cunt mouth. He tickled her sensitive clit with the tip of his tongue, slowly working her to a pitch of horny need which could only be appeased by a good hard fucking.
"Ahhhhh, God," Carolyn whimpered, "so nice... I envy the girl who's going to be your wife, Harold. She'll want to spend all her time in bed."
Her clit was fully aroused now, fat and taut and fiery hot. Harold tickled downward over her pinpoint pee hole, into the plump steamy lips of her cunt. He licked and tickled into the hot moist fleshy folds, teasingly rimming the wet mouth of her twat. Carolyn moaned blissfully and opened her legs even wider.
"Put it in my cunt, darling," she said hoarsely, "please, put your tongue in my cunt... I like that so much..."
Harold paused briefly to remove his glasses, which were steamed up from her molten-hot gash, then again stuck his rough slick tongue into the moist warm folds of her cunt lips. He wriggled his tongue down into the bubbling little hole of her cunt mouth and started to inch inside her. Carolyn gave a shrill squeal of delight.
"Ohhh, yesss," she gasped, "yes, you darling . . Oooooo!"
Harold snuffled and snorted with excitement as he slowly worked his long red tongue into Carolyn's steamy hot wet hole. Her hungry cunt nipped and squeezed greedily at his invading .tongue, the silky hot walls contracting powerfully and gushing hot thick cream. Harold penetrated her very slowly, adding to her excitement. At last hip tongue was lodged to the hilt in her flew wet box.
"Ahhhh God," Carolyn whined, "that's lovely, darling... Oh, how I love that, with your tongue way up my cunt... Now move it in me, Harold, please, fuck me with your tongue..."
A week ago Carolyn would have blushed with shame to say any of those words, but now her language was quite free. It turned Harold on to hear her say what she liked, how she wanted it, and what he was doing to her, all in specific crude words. He did as she wanted, moving his thick rough tongue swiftly in and out of her creamy little hole, jerking it like a stiff excited dick. "Eeeeee," Carolyn shrieked.
She arched her slim lovely body, throwing her head back, raising her sparkling blonde muff, allowing Harold to penetrate her as deeply as possible with his driving slick tongue. He could actually lick the pulpy hot mouth of her womb. Her cream boiled out to soak his face, and she panted on the very edge of climax.
"B-Bring me off, darling," she whined. "I want to come so badly..."
Why not, Harold thought. Ordinarily he would have stopped at this point, while she was still hotly excited, so they could fuck. But he had a big night ahead of him, two more lusty women to satisfy, and he might be wise to save his ammunition, keep his hard-on. He gave a snort of excitement and began to tongue-fuck her furiously.
"AHHH, GOD, YES," Carolyn wailed.
She threw her slim legs around his shoulders, locked her little feet behind his neck, forcing his flushed wet face harder into her seething pussy. Harold worked his tongue deep and fast in her red-hot gushing box, and she whined and squealed and rubbed her greedy fat clit against his nose. Then her body began to shudder convulsively.
"Oooooo, I'm coming," she whined, "yes, yesss, UMMMMMM. . ."
It was the first time he'd had his tongue inside a climaxing cunt, and he understood why it felt so great around his cock. Carolyn's small slick tunnel contracted very tightly, squeezing his tongue, trapping it, and her slick cunt walls grew scalding hot. Thick cream bubbled around his tongue, and for long delicious moments she wailed and came, holding his trapped tongue in her hot silky vise.
"Ahhhh," she sighed at last, going limp, her legs falling off his shoulder. "Harold, darling, that was delightful."
He raised his cream-soaked face from her steamy satisfied slit and looked down at her. He could be proud of his work. The beautiful blonde divorcee was flushed and happy-looking, flashing him a naughty little grin of contentment, letting him know how much she'd liked everything he did to her.
"I'm glad you liked it, Carolyn," he said, starting to get up.
"Wait," she said, seizing his arm, "I haven't done anything for you yet, Harold."
"You don't have to," he said.
"But I want to," said Carolyn with a mischievous smile. "There's something I've been wanting to try on you for sometime now..."
Harold had meant to save his cock stand for Eve Winters, but the hot husky tone of Carolyn's voice told him to expect something really delicious from her. He couldn't resist. His cock was hard and horny, his fat young balls achingly full. He settled back limp and submissive, ready for her naughty surprise, whatever it might be.
"That's a good boy," Carolyn purred. "You just relax now, darling, and let me do everything..."
She seized his ankles and pulled him gently into position, his legs hanging over the edge of the bed. She stepped onto the rug and went to her knees, wedging her slim warm body between his parted thighs. Harold felt her fiery moist breath deliciously fanning his swollen balls and rigid cock.
"I always wanted to do this to Eddie," she confided, "but he said it wasn't natural. Poor slob, he didn't know what he was missing."
Harold had to agree, especially when he felt the first hot slick touch of her greedy little tongue on his sensitive swollen nut sacs. She licked him hungrily, rapidly, all over, from his tender rosy balls right up to the hard creaming head of his dick. He'd noticed before that Carolyn loved the taste of cock, but he had a feeling that tonight she was going to go farther than just licking...
He was right. After licking his swollen young prick and nuts into spit-gleaming-wetness, she gave a hungry hoarse moan and fastened her hot little mouth around the drooling head of his prick. Gurgling excitedly she sucked his whole long hard rod into her steamy mouth, taking the knobby purple head right into her throat.
"AWWW," Harold bawled, "YEAH... Oh, wow, yeah, suck my cock, Carolyn... Jesus, that's good She sucked him, all right. . She sucked like she was starved. She growled and snuffled and gurgled in her excitement, pressing her silky hot cheek linings close around his dick, tonguing him, tasting him, applying swift hot vacuum pressure.
"Ummm," she murmured, UMMMMMM..."
It was fantastically good. Harold whined and panted, digging it, feeling her hungry saliva boil around his stiff meat. He couldn't let it go on too long, though, or he'd come. He was so damned horny already. He rode it out as long as he could, till he was almost yelping with pleasure, then warned her.
"Hey, Carolyn," he panted, "it's outa sight, but you better stop now or I'll come... Oh, man, ahhh... I'm not kidding, Carolyn, you better quit before I shoot..."
Carolyn slipped her hands under his taut wiggling ass and held him in place, his long dribbling cock thrust right into her throat. She went on sucking him as fast and hard as ever, and Harold felt the first warning tingle in his balls.
"Carolyn," he said desperately, "stop right now or I'll come... Oh, Jesus, awww... I'm gonna... AWWWW, I'm coming, AWWWW..."
Washed away in a powerful tide of pleasure, Harold shot load after load of thick hot cream into Carolyn's greedily sucking mouth. She gurgled lustily and swallowed every bit of it. When it was over, she stood up, licking the last of his jism from her lips, grinning broadly.
"I always wanted to do that," she laughed. "What a kick."
"You didn't mind me coming in your mouth?" Harold said wonderingly.
"No, darling. I liked it," she said. "Now you run along. It's late, and you have school tomorrow."
Still dizzy from the mind-blowing pleasure of having his cock sucked, Harold dressed, kissed Carolyn goodbye, and went staggering off in the direction of Eve Winters' house. You learn something new every day, he thought. He'd been fucking for a couple of week's now, but he hadn't known a woman might actually want to eat his come.
He wouldn't have missed the experience for the world, but he wondered how he was going to get it up for Eve. His balls felt like Carolyn had sucked them dry, and his cock was limp, exhausted and useless. As he rang Eve's doorbell, he told himself he'd better get with it-and fast.
She opened the door and looked at him hungrily. She was wearing a lacy black negligee and nothing underneath. It was so sheer, he could see the broad dark triangle of her muff and the big brown cones of her nipples. He could even see the glistening trickle of pussy juice running down her inner thighs.
"Oh, thank God you could come," Eve, said huskily. "I need you so badly tonight, Harold."
Oh-oh, he thought.
She led the way to her bedroom, wide curvy hips undulating under the semi-sheer gown. She was flushed and almost panting with need. Though Eve was the most repressed and modest of his three women, she was also the most passionate when aroused. Harold could tell that she wanted a really thorough screwing tonight, a long hard fuck that would totally appease her nagging lust. .He just hoped to hell he could provide it for her.
"I don't know what's come over me since I met you," Eve said shyly as they started to undress. "I seem to want sex all the time. It's so embarrassing."
"You shouldn't be embarrassed," Harold said. "It's only natural. You went a year without it, after your husband died, and maybe you're just making up for lost time."
Eve blushed and smiled. "You're so polite, Harold;" she said. "You make me feel it's not so wrong after all. But it does bother me that my lover is only sixteen. I suppose I really ought to find someone my own age.
"I hope not," Harold said earnestly. "Besides, who would you get . . . Sam Crocker?"
"Ugh," Eve laughed, wrinkling her nose. "No, I guess not. I guess I should be glad it's you. You certainly know how to satisfy me, Harold."
She let the filmy black gown waft down from her ivory shoulders, leaving her totally naked. As always, no matter how many times he saw her undressed, Harold was stunned by her fantastically endowed figure. The big ripe curves, the thick wide patch of black muff, and those huge melon-size thrusting tits-Eve was like something out of a centerfold, almost too gorgeous to be believed.
"Hurry, dear," she sighed, "hurry... I'm sooo-what's that word you told me?"
"Horny," said Harold.
She blushed but giggled. "Yes, horny. That's what I am, all right," she said. "I don't always approve of slang, Harold, but some of the words you kids use are very appropriate."
Harold was trying to buy time, not wanting to take, off his jeans and let her see his limp wrinkled prick, but Eve's lust wouldn't wait. She walked over to him impatiently, huge milky jugs swaying heavily, and unzipped his pants. She tugged them down, then looked up expecting to see his usual fierce hard-on. Her mouth dropped open.
"Why, Harold, dear," she said with concern, "no erection. Axe you feeling all right? I mean, you've always been hard before."
Harold swallowed hard. He couldn't tell her that he'd just been sucked off by one of her neighbors. "Just a little tired, I guess," he said lamely. "I've had a lot of homework."
"Of course, poor baby," Eve cooed. "How inconsiderate of me, asking for you on school nights. But I have to be selfish again. I need it so badly tonight, Harold. Is there anything I can do?" Harold's interest suddenly picked up mightily.
There was indeed something she could do, something he'd been wanting her to do ever since they became lovers. Eve was the most repressed of the three women, the one most reluctant to try anything kinky. Harold's wicked lust was stirred by the idea of getting her to try something different.
"Well, yeah," he said, "I know a way you could get me hard real fast, Eve, if you wouldn't mind. I mean, it's not something you've done before."
"Anything," she said hungrily, looking at his wrinkled limp cock.
"Well," said Harold, praying she wouldn't get mad, "what you could do is suck my cock a little."
Eve blushed a fiery red. "Oh, my goodness," she said, "I don't know about that, dear. I mean, Edgar always said such things were filthy and wicked. As I told you, he and I never even touched each other below the waist."
"Yet, and you missed a lot of fun that way, didn't you?" Harold said. "I mean, you dig it when I eat your pussy, don't you, Eve? Come on, be honest."
"Y-Yes, I do," she blushingly admitted. "I like it very much."
"Well, then," said Harold, "if you like having your pussy licked and sucked, think how good it would feel to me if you did the same thing to my cock and balls. Come on, Eye, be fair."
She couldn't stop blushing, but she sank to her knees before him, her big thrusting tits tickling his legs. "You're right, Harold," she said. "It's only fair that I return the favor. At least I'll try. You must understand that I wasn't raised that way, that
I've been told all my life such things are wrong."
"I understand," said Harold. "Just do you best, okay? At least find out what it's like before you condemn it."
Eve nodded and reached for his poor doughy limp cock. She picked it up gingerly and brought it to her lips, her hand trembling. Out nipped her little red tongue, and she lapped very lightly on the wrinkled head of his dick, then sighed.
"It tastes r-rather nice," she said shyly.
"Good," said Harold. "Now put it in your mouth, Eve. Suck on it. That'll get me hard in no time."
She looked scared and hesitant, but she obeyed, stuffing his soft pale dick into her mouth. She closed her red lips around it, drew in her cheeks, and stalled to suck. Harold gasped with pleasure. Her mouth felt great around his cock, wet and hot and slick. She began sucking him gingerly, like she was tasting medicine.
"Ummm," she murmured wonderingly, "ummmm. . ."
Suddenly she was liking it, getting off on it. She gave a horny gurgle and started sucking his cock like crazy. Harold breathed a big sigh of relief. He was glad to get Eve over one more puritanical hurdle, glad she liked the taste of cock. It was going to mean a lot more fun far them in bed.
"Ummmm, Eve moaned, "UMMMM. . ."
She really liked it. She sucked on his flabby little cock like she was starved, gurgling and slurping, pulling the soft elastic meat clear back to her throat. Her saliva boiled around him, and his tender balls shot to rest against her chin. She sucked faster and faster.
"Oh, wow," Harold yelped, "that's great, Eve... Awww, YEAH... You do it good..."
It was no time at all 'before he felt his cock lurching into hardness on her tongue. Her fast greedy sucking got him turned on faster than he'd dared hope. He'd thought he'd shot his wad with Carolyn, that he was through for hours, but now his young balls filled tightly with another urgent load of come, and his prick grew achingly stiff, butting right into her throat.
Eve coughed and gagged on the suddenly huge dick, letting it slip from her lips. It snapped up with a loud splat to hug Harold's belly, and she broke into a wide grin as she lustily eyed his long, thick, pale boy-cock.
"Well," she said; "that was interesting. I'm astonished, in fact. I really enjoyed it."
"And it worked," Harold said.
Her dark eyes went hot and lusty, focused on his spit-gleaming swollen dick. "Yes," she said hungrily, "it worked... Now let's use it, darling. My God, I can hardly wait."
She hurried over to the bed and assumed her favorite posture, the position he'd recently taught her, down on her belly with her ample curved ass stuck up in the air. Harold galloped right after her and leaped onto the bed with a loud creak of springs, eager to sink his hard horny cock into the fiery wet pit of her cunt. Eve's sucking had really excited him, and he was as horny as he'd ever been in his life.
"Oooo, hurry, Harold," she panted, twitching her firm round ass impatiently, "hurry, put it in meee..."
Harold climbed onto her big warm silky body with a happy sigh, lying flat on her, working his hands underneath to cup her big heavy hot tits. Her firm cushiony ass throbbed under his flat belly. He drove his long stiff cock between her
"OOOOOO, YES, yes," Eve panted, "fuck me, darling... Oh, God, how I want it."
Her cunt mouth felt much tighter than usual, but Harold didn't stop to wonder why. He just gave a fierce hard poke and popped into her, his big bulbous cock head driving in about an inch. Then he began to wonder. Her cunt felt fantastically tight, gripping, clenching-and Eve let out a howl of surprise.
"Harold," she gasped, "you--it in the wrong hole... Oh, my God, you're in my ass..."
That explained it. In his haste he'd driven his rigid rod into her tiny clenched bumhole instead of her cunt. It felt so exquisitely tight, so hat and slick, that he was tempted to push in further, but he figured she wouldn't like that, so he started to pull out
"Wait," Eve gasped, "wait just a moment, dear... Ummmm..." Push in just a little more... Ahhhh, yes, more..." He could feel searing-hot cunt juice flooding over his balls, and her voice got hot and husky. "Darling," she panted, "I like it... Yes, fuck me in the ass!"
Harold was surprised and delighted. This was something he'd really wanted to try, and it was even better than he'd imagined. Moaning happily, he worked his rigid prick deep into Eve's fiery slick bowels, relishing the wonderfully tight fit of her clinging asshole. She moaned softly and creamed all over his nuts as she took his slow penetration. "Oh, my God," she gasped, "I can't believe how good that feels. I know it's wicked, but. Ohhhh, I want it... Fuck me in the ass, darling, fuck meee..."
Harold gladly did so, jerking his creaming cock deep and fast in her tiny tight brownie. The friction was so good that Eve was coming in no time at all, coming again and again, and Harold himself couldn't hold out more than a minute. He yelped joyfully and shot his load up her ass, and Eve took it with a loud groan of pleasure.
He felt as if he'd surely shot his wad for the night, drained his loins completely, when he flooded her fiery bowels with blast after blast of come. He felt exhausted, satisfied, limp. After kissing Eve goodnight, he could gladly have gone home and collapsed into a twelve-hour sleep.
But he still had to take care of Kitty.
Chapter Nine
At the Baxters' house he couldn't use the front door. Walter and Wilma couldn't know that their housekeeper had a teenage lover. Harold climbed his spy-tree and had a look around, making sure it was safe to proceed. No one was in the downstairs bedroom, which meant that the Baxters were watching TV. In the upstairs room, Kitty sat on the edge of her bed tapping her foot impatiently, glancing at the clock.
Harold crawled out on the thick branch and tapped at the window. Kitty hurried to push it open, and he slipped into the room. She was frowning at him.
"Where the hell have you been?" she said angrily. "I've been waiting for hours."
"Sorry," said Harold, but I couldn't get out of the house till now. My folks had work for into do."
He didn't like to lie, but Kitty would hardly be pleased to know that he'd come from making love to- two other women in the neighborhood. None of them knew about each other. He didn't want to make them jealous and perhaps drop him. He wanted them all.
"Too bad," said Kitty. "We won't have much time now. They'll finish watching TV in half an hour, and then he'll slip her a sleeping pill and be up here wanting to ball me." She sighed, sounding happier. "I guess I shouldn't bitch about it. I love getting it on with Walter. But I really dig it with you, too, Harold."
Harold was worried. He doubted he could even get hard in half an hour, let alone ball her. As he took off his clothes, Kitty saw that his dick was tiny and wrinkled and limp. She looked very disappointed.
"Jesus, Harold," she said, "try to get it up. We don't have very much time."
She shucked her clothes quickly and went prancing over to the bed, horny and eager. Harold approached more slowly, wondering how he was going to handle this awkward situation. He decided to start by eating her pussy. That would keep her amused and buy him some time.
He lunged hungrily for Kitty's crotch, separating her long coltish legs and burrowing into her pretty little flame-colored muff. She gave a shrill squeal of surprise.
"Harold," she gasped, "we don't have time for that. Walter'll be up here soon. Come on, Harold, cut it out... Ahhh. . ."
Harold ignored her impatient protests. He wriggled his tongue between the red-furred lips of her mons and tickled the hot little lump of her clit. She couldn't help liking that. She moaned and rubbed her slick little joy button against his tongue. Hot cream gushed from her aroused cunt mouth, wetting his chin.
"Uhhh, hey, Harold, wait," she panted. "Got an idea... If we're gonna do it that way, you might as well have some fun, too."
She wriggled out from under him and reversed her position on the bed, so that she was backwards to Harold. She showed him how she wanted him to crouch, straddling her body, his head poised right over her steamy little crotch. His limp cock hung within reach of her lips.
"Okay," she laughed. "This oughta be real interesting."
Harold agreed. As he lowered his face into her gleaming pink slit, he felt her lips fastening greedily around his limp pale cock, sucking it into her fiery wet mouth. He had to give her credit for thinking up an ingenious game. This way they could eat each other at the same time.
"Ummm," Kitty murmured as she felt Harold's busy rough tongue lapping her sensitive little clit.
"Awww," moaned Harold as Kitty sucked his limp elastic cock clear back to her throat.
The excited couple ate each other loudly, greedily, filling the room with lewd slurping and sucking sounds, making the bedsprings creak, moaning and panting. It felt great to Harold, but he figured he wouldn't get hard very fast, so he tried to bring Kitty off with his mouth.
"UHHH," she moaned, her voice muffled, her mouth stuffed with cock.
Harold was slowly thrusting his thick wet tongue up her cunt, teasingly and gradually filling her slick little hole with the mobile tickling organ. Kitty gave muffled cries of delight, and her cunt nipped and squeezed hungrily at his tongue. Her cream spurted out in hot helpless gushes.
She wasn't content just to lie there and be passive, however. Kitty never was. As she moaned to the slick deep thrusts of Harold's tongue in her seething wet twat, she returned the favor by sucking faster and faster on his limp elastic prick. Her mouth got fiery hot and juicy with saliva.
"Uhhhh," Harold moaned, "UHHHH..."
Shit, he might get hard after all, with that kind of encouragement. Of the three women, Kitty was definitely the best cocksucker. She not only liked it, she was very good at it, using her lips, cheeks, tongue, and palate to tease, bathe, and squeeze his meat. Hot jolts of pleasure streaked through his body.
Kitty was equally excited. Harold worked his tongue furiously in her boiling little box, tongue-fucking her into a squealing frenzy. Her slick little hole got tighter and tighter around his tickling tongue, and her cream flooded around him, squirting out to soak his face.
He tongued her even faster, hoping to bring her off, but she seemed to be holding out, trying not to come. Harold couldn't figure it. Ordinarily Kitty would have loved being eaten to climax. She moaned and panted and kept on sucking his limp meat hungrily, and no matter how fast and hard he tongued her cunt, she didn't quite go over the edge.
Suddenly Harold felt a burst of pleasure so violent he almost passed out. That crazy Kitty had swallowed his dick. At least she'd taken a lot of it right into her slick tight throat. It didn't seem to bother her at all. She gurgled lustily as she worked her throat muscles around the trapped meat, and
Harold howled ecstatically.
"Uhhhh," he yelped, Ummmmmm. . ."
He felt himself getting hard. His cock twitched. swelled, and lengthened. It felt like it was halfway to her belly. Kitty felt him going hard, and with a happy gurgle she released his rigid long prick. It popped from her mouth gleaming with her spit, rosy from her hot fast sucking.
"There," she chuckled, "I knew I could get you hard."
"Well, I didn't," Harold panted, "but I have to admit you succeeded."
The mischievous housekeeper rolled out from under him, wantonly displaying her soaked pink pussy with its fringe of red hairs. She rolled onto her back and spread her thighs wide in invitation. She was ready, all right, her cunt lips swollen, her twat leaking a steady stream of juice.
"Ball me, Harold," she said huskily. "Oh, hurry, please . . . I need it bad, and we don't have much that"
Harold didn't have to be urged. He had an enormous aching cock stand, and he was frantic to lodge it in her slick tight little cunt. He scrambled over and knelt between her legs, hastily fitting the big knobby purple head of his dick to the steamy little pit of her cunt mouth.
"Hurry, hurry," she panted, "oh, yes, yesss... Ahhh..."
Harold pushed his cock into her with a big gratified sigh. He felt the slick hot silky walls of her cunt closing around his swollen meat, her cream bubbling and boiling around him. Kitty held her legs wide open for him, whimpering blissfully his thick -cock slowly stuffed her greedy little box. When he was all the way in, she sighed loudly.
"Oh, man," she breathed, "you are HUNG,... Ummm, yeah, move it in me... Fuck me hard, baby, hard..."
Harold blissfully complied, jerking his rigid long dick in her tight hot box as fast and hard as he liked, knowing it wouldn't hurt her, knowing that Kitty liked it rough and fast. She wailed her delight and slammed her horny little pussy back and forth with his strokes.
"Oooo, yeah, that's good, that's really good," she panted. "Harold, I really dig the way you fuck, you crazy stud, you.
Harold beamed with pleasure. He always liked the compliments he got from his adult partners. "You're not bad yourself," he panted.
They humped away blissfully, forgetting the rest of the world. The room resounded with sighs and moans, creaking springs, and the lewd squishing sound of Harold's thick meat reaming her tight juicy hole. They were making so much noise that it was only by the neatest luck that they heard the swift patter of Walter Baxter's feet on the stairs. They froze in position, Harold's cock thrust deep into Kitty's cunt.
"Oh, my God," she gasped.
"What'll we do?" said Harold.
The question was academic, because Walter was already tapping at the door.
"Sweetheart," he called, "may I come in?"
Kitty opened her mouth, but no wards came out. She and Harold saw the doorknob starting to turn. It was too late to move. They were going to be caught like that, naked, coupled, Harold's long rosy prick thrust fully into Kitty's tight dripping box. "WALTERRR," Wilma bellowed from downstairs, "I NEED YOU!"
"FUCK" said Walter just outside the door. "Thank God," Kitty said. "No, thank Wilma," said Harold. They heard Walter scurrying back down the stairs like a frightened mouse, and Kitty gave a big sigh. "Poor bastard," she said. "When Wilma says she 'needs' him, that means she wants to get balled."
"Ugh," said Harold. "That must be a sight."
Kitty looked up at him with a mischievous grin. "It is," she said.
Harold laughed. "Huh? You mean you've watched them?" be said.
"Yeah," she admitted, "I watch them for kicks sometimes. It's really kind of a turn on, watching another couple do it."
"Even when one of them is Wilma?" said Harold.
"You'd be surprised," said Kitty. "Hey, you wanta watch them?"
Harold thought about it. The fun of peeping still appealed to him, and he remembered how hotly turned on he'd gotten in those first few days of spying through bedroom windows. It might really be fun to watch another couple ball.
"Yeah," he said, "let's do it. Where do you watch from?"
"I'll show you," said Kitty. "Come on. We don't have to get dressed. Just be quiet, okay?"
Harold nodded and withdrew his long rigid dripping prick from her hot little hole. He kind of regretted flopping in mid-fuck, but he figured they'd be getting back to it soon. Kitty rolled off the bed and tiptoed to the door. Harold followed her down the stairs and into the bathroom.
"There's a door connecting with their bedroom," she whispered. "When they get going good, they never look this way."
She swung the door open slowly and silently. They had an excellent view of the big bed, Wilma sitting naked on it, Walter standing in the doorway. Wilma was bitching about something, and poor little Walter looked like he was going to a funeral.
"No, I didn't drink my cocoa," Wilma was saying testily. "I've noticed it makes me sleepy, and I didn't want to go to sleep just yet. You haven't made love to me in a whale week, Walter, and I need it. You know it calms my nerves."
"Uh, I'm a little tired tonight, dear," said Walter. "Maybe we could wait till tomorrow."
"Absolutely not," Wilma snapped. "My nerves are on edge. Hurry up, Walter, get undressed. I won't take no for an answer.
Walter sighed loudly and started taking off his necktie. Harold felt very sorry for him. It was certainly not something to look forward to, making love to Wilma. It had all the attractions of fucking a whale. No doubt Walter had been looking forward to getting it on with Kitty tonight, and he must hate the idea of substituting his fat wife instead.
Wilma was grotesque, there was just no other word for it. Her arms and legs looked like sausage-shaped balloons. Three monstrous rolls of wormy white fat, as big as inner tubes, dominated her body, almost hiding her small brown-nippled tits and the brown-gray fur patch of her muff. She breathed in a labored wheeze.
Walter was as skinny as his wife was fat. His ribs showed, and his limbs were like sticks. The only large or impressive thing about him was his cock, eight stiff inches of swollen meat. Undoubtedly he'd gotten that monstrous erection from thinking about Kitty. He certainly couldn't have gotten it for Wilma.
But she eyed his huge cock-stand with pig-eyed approval. "Well, at least we won't have THAT problem tonight," she said.
"Yes, dear," said Walter miserably.
The balding little mailman approached the bed, looking about as excited as a man going for root canal surgery. Harold and Kitty crowded into the shadowy bathroom doorway for a better view, their bodies snuggled close together. Harold cupped her hot pert tits and squeezed them fondly as they watched. Kitty curled her fingers around his swollen dick and gave it an affectionate pumping.
"I'm sure glad I've got you instead of her," Harold whispered.
"Ssshhh," said Kitty.
Walter climbed onto the bed, his big red nut sac jiggling, his long hard cock waving heavily before him. Wilma's little squinty blue eyes glistened lustily as she focused on that long pale stiff dick. She licked her fat lips and gave a loud sigh of anticipation.
"All right, Walter," she wheezed, "do your duty."
"Yes, dear," said Walter.
Wilma eased her enormous flabby body over to the middle of the bed, flopped down on her back with a groan of tortured bedsprings, and opened her great white thighs as wide as she could. It wasn't very wide. There was just too damned much fat. Harold could see part of her small muff and just a glimpse of her dull rose slit,
"Hurry up, Walter," she said. "My goodness, I wonder if something's the matter with you. Most men enjoy sex. I have to nag you to get it even once a week."
Wisely Walter did not reply to that remark. He could only have said that Wilma was so grotesquely fat that she turned him off, and that he'd rather ball the housekeeper-and Wilma would not have been too pleased to hear that. With a martyred sigh the little mailman crawled between his wife's fat thighs.
The sight boggled Harold's mind. Walter was dwarfed by his huge obese wife, his skinny ass less wide than her thighs, his head coming only to her small flabby tits. He looked like a turtle fucking a walrus. He scrunched his butt around, settling between her legs, trying to work his cock into her.
"For God's sake, Waiter," Wilma snapped, "you can do better than that. Get it in me, why don't you?"
"I'm trying, dear," Walter sighed.
Harold could see the problem. Every day Wilma got fatter, and since last week, the last time they'd fucked, she'd added to her great belly roll. Held back by the mountain of flab, Walter couldn't get his cock far enough between her legs. The poor guy grunted and pushed, and Wilma whined with frustration.
At last he managed to wedge the big swollen head of his dick into her cunt mouth, but no more than that. He pushed, getting in maybe an inch, and Wilma gave a howl of gratification, her huge body flushing a mottled pink, her little eyes going glassy with lust.
"Ahhhh, yes," she wheezed, "yes... Deeper, Walter... deeper, damn you..."
Walter tried, grunting and pushing and wriggling around between her enormous white thighs, but it was no go. Her mountainous belly held him too far away, and he could manage to lodge only the big purple head of his cock in her greedy drooling cunt mouth. Wilma whined and pushed and panted with no better results.
"I want more," she moaned, "more of your cock, dammit, Walter... Why are you holding back?"
Walter looked mournfully at the ceiling, no doubt wishing he was with Kitty instead of his moaning cow. "My dear," he said gently, "I can't get any closer, not this way. Perhaps if you were to assume another position..."
Wilma thought about it. Obviously she didn't approve of doing it any other way except the missionary position, but she saw the logic of his suggestion. With a great wheeze of effort, she lifted her skinny husband and pushed him away, then rolled over onto her hands and knees, her enormous white ass sticking up in the air.
"Jesus Christ," said Harold.
Kitty giggled. "Yeah, quite a sight, ain't it?" she said.
Wilma's huge quivering as was as big as Walter's whole body. She grunted as she hefted it up, exposing the slick dark red pulp of her pussy. She was wet with arousal, her wide cunt mouth spewing a steady river of juice. Her fat purplish clit stuck out from her furry mons lips, erect and gleaming like a tiny cock.
"There," she panted, "that should work. Come on, Walter, get on with it."
"Yes, dear," he said miserably.
He crawled over to kneel behind her, stretching his arms wide to hold her great wobbling butt. He maneuvered the knobby purple head of his long stiff cock into the gushing shadowed hole of her cunt. He pushed, into her, his pale rod slowly disappearing between her fat wet cunt lips. Harold and Kitty had an excellent view of it all.
It was indeed. Doing it dog-style, Walter was able to get all the way into her, pushing till his swollen red balls rested against the wet pulp of her pussy. Wilma got enormously excited, moaning and whining and shaking her big flabby ass. Hot cream gushed from her pussy, oozing out around the thick stalk of his cock.
"Yes, yes, yes," she grunted. "Do it to meeee... Five minutes, Walter, no less. I'm watching the clock."
Again Walter rolled his eyes to the ceiling, as if praying for a bolt of lightning to zap her. He began moving his skinny hips, working his long rosy red briskly in her drooling box. He had a faraway look on his face. Wilma squealed shrilly.
"Eeee," she shrieked, "eeee."
Harold felt so sorry for the poor guy, but he also felt himself getting hotly turned on from watching the other couple do it. His stiff young cock hugged his belly and drooled big gobs of juice. His balls swelled and ached. He slipped a hand down between her thighs, into her molten wet crotch, and began to play with her.
Kitty must have shared his voyeuristic arousal, for she began rubbing her round little ass against his cock, wriggling lustily. Her pussy creamed hotly into his paint, and when he began to stroke her wet hot gash, she had to stifle an excited moan.
Harold watched glassy-eyed as Walter pumped steadily away, thrusting his long stiff rod-briskly in and out of Wilma's steaming drooling box. Harold longed for the same kind of action, wanted to sink his swollen dick in to some tight squishy little hole, get all that sweet friction. Wilma's hot excitement added to his arousal.
"Awww," she bawled, her great fat body quivering like a mountain of jelly, "awwww... God, yes, fuck me ... Puck me, Walter, hard, ... AWWWWW, yes, more, more..."
Her stuffed cunt was gushing like a fire hydrant, bathing Walter's flapping red balls, trickling down her thighs, puddling on the bed. She jerked her big ass, clawed the bedspread, and emitted an astounding variety of noises, grunts, squeals, moans, whistles, wheezes, and shrieks. She sounded like, a one-woman barnyard.
She was not a beautiful sight, but her excitement was contagious. Harold rubbed his swollen dick frantically against Kitty's plump little butt, and Kitty had trouble containing her loud lusty sight Only Walter was unmoved. He humped away like a machine, a faraway look in his eyes.
Harold couldn't stand it any longer. He was so frantically horny, he had to do something about it right then and there. Kitty stood just in front of him, her little round ass rubbing lustily against his belly. He eased his stiff dick downward and poked it between her legs.
"Oooo," Kitty gasped.
Her cry of excitement was fortunately drowned out by Wilma's loud bawling and screeching. Harold's long hard hot cock nosed between her slim thighs, and she rode it lustily, rubbing her blazing wet pussy briskly back and forth over the stiff fleshy pole. Her cream gushed out, soaking his dick, dripping to the floor.
Harold bent close and whispered, "I have to fuck you right now, Kitty. I just have to."
"Okay," she panted. "I have to have it, too. Oh, hurry, Harold, stick it in me..."
It wasn't easy. She couldn't control the horny wriggling of her cute little butt, and Harold had never done it standing up before. His hard slick cock head skidded around maddeningly in her hot slippery slit. Finally he found her steamy gushing hold, popped his dick into it, and barely contained a yelp of pleasure as he felt his stiff meat gliding into the slick furnace of her cunt.
Harold gladly did so, working his long thick prick furiously in her red-hot little twat. Kitty braced herself by clinging to the door frame, taking the deep hard thrusts of his meat with little gasps of delight. Her cream sizzled around his jerking dick, and his fat swollen balls slapped briskly against her pussy.
"Shit, that's so good," she sighed, "but we gotta remember to be quiet. ."
Harold did his best, and luckily Wilma was making so much noise that the other couples panting and sighing was drowned out. The big fat woman was bellowing her joy as Walter briskly fucked her minute after minute. As she neared her climax, her cries got more shrill and prolonged. Warily he glanced at the clock and saw that the five minutes were just about up. He looked relieved- and then he switched into high gear, ramming her furiously, trying to bring her off.
"OOOOOO," Wilma wailed, "OOOOOOO."
It wasn't hard to make her come. Walter's hard brisk balling brought her off within seconds. It was quite a spectacle. Her enormous body shook violently, and her huge ass arched upward, hefting Walter right off the bed. He hung in there grimly, fucking her like a pile driver, as she bellowed and came. His eyes closed briefly as the scorching friction brought off.
At that very moment Harold was jetting his sizzling come into Kitty's hot squeezing cunt, and Kitty was coming with clenched teeth, trying not to squeal her delight As soon as they finished coming, they crept out through the connecting bathroom and hurried upstairs again.
"Wasn't that a turn-on?" Kitty giggled.
"It sure was," said Harold, "but I feel sorry for Walter."
"Oh, it could be worse," Kitty said. "He only has to fuck her once a week. The rest of the time he's with me, and I give him a good time, believe me."
"I'll bet you do," Harold laughed. "It must make up for all the crap he takes from her."
Kitty sighed and stretched out beside him on the bed, idly playing with his limp wet prick. "You know, Harold," she said, "I could dig more adventures like that, balling you while I watch other people-if only we could figure out how to arrange it."
Harold grinned as an idea came to him. "I have a confession to make," he said. "I go around at night and look in people's windows. I see some pretty interesting stuff. Usually I jack off while I watch, but it'd be a lot more fun fucking you instead."
Kitty looked very interested. "Harold, you rat," she said, "why didn't you tell .me sooner? I wanta come with you. I could really get off on that."
"Then get dressed and let's go," said Harold. "The night's still young."
He thought happily off all the fun he and Kitty were going to have peeping together. He was a pretty lucky guy, finding a girl as lusty and kinky as himself, Of course Kitty wouldn't be his only girl, but she didn't have to know that. And she would always be his favorite.
