The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on the stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, while appearing to be staid members of the Establishment, are secret members of the neighborhood mate-swapping group.
Cindy Lane is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her lies a perversity that even she at first refuses to recognize, a perversity that haunts her dreams and eventually forces her to act.
BALLING VOYEUR WIFE-the story of one woman haunted by the perversity of the passion seething within her. Hers is a serious tale, and a reflection on the many problems facing our society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Oh, God, that feels great ... I'm gonna come!" Kevin Lane roared. "You suck cock too well for your own good!"
At that moment Kevin was crouching naked on his bed, with the head of Cindy, his pretty blonde wife, wedged tightly between his thighs. He had promised to save his wad of jism for her cunt, but her soft, gently sucking lips just felt so damn good on his throbbing prick that he decided to let go and come in her mouth instead. He lurched forward as
if he had been punched in the stomach and seized Cindy's bobbing head in his hands to make sure that his cock would remain buried up to the balls in her mouth when his climax struck.
Oh, no ... not again! Cindy thought wildly through the erotic fog which had- shrouded her brain. Damn you, Kevin! You swore you wouldn't do this to me tonight!
She tried to straighten up and take her husband's prick out of her mouth, to beg him to delay his climax until he was fucking her hot, wet cunt, but it was too late. From inside his low-hanging balls, which were brushing lightly against her lower lip, she could detect the first faint, telltale tremors of orgasm. A split second later his already rigid prick swelled like a garden hose filling with water, and then the familiar, heady flavor of male cum flowed across her tongue. A powerful rush of jism instantly filled her mouth and spilled down into her throat.
"Fuck, you give good head!" Kevin bellowed, grinding his asscheeks into the bed. "You must like to blow me if you suck this hard!"
For the moment Cindy forgot her anger and concentrated on swallowing the thick stream of jism which was squirting from Kevin's exploding cock. She couldn't deny that she enjoyed sucking her husband off, and now that his salty cum was sliding down her throat, she was almost glad that he had gone ahead and shot his wad into her mouth. But the knowledge that the evening's sexual activity was probably almost over stuck in the back of her mind, and she attacked Kevin's cock with the reckless abandon of one who knows that the end is near.
"Yeah, go for it!" Kevin yelled approvingly.
He no longer had to clutch Cindy's head in his hands, as she was now shoving her face deep into his crotch. She forced the head of his erupting prick into her throat, and she was able to pinch a loose fold of his ball-sac with her lower lip and draw that into her mouth as well. The hot, manly taste of Kevin's cum was turning her into a wild, passionate animal who couldn't get enough prick in her mouth or jism in her belly.
"Drain my balls!" Kevin shrieked, his face contorted almost beyond recognition by the incredible sensation of climax. "Blow me right away!" His slender, six-inch prick was tailor-made for being sucked. Its slight size and shape made it easy for a skillful cocksucker like Cindy to fit the whole thing into her mouth. This she did eagerly, wrapping her lips tightly around the hairy base of his squirting cock and poking the tip of her tongue against his sticky ball-sac. She could feel her facial muscles becoming cramped as she sucked on her husband's prick as hard as she could, and the loose skin underneath her chin alternately flexed then relaxed as she frantically gulped down each fresh burst of sticky jizz. The loud, slurping noises which were coming from her hard-sucking mouth seemed to fill the entire room as she gave Kevin another of the spine-tingling blow jobs he found so hard to resist.
"Damn, can you suck!" he wailed, his voice strangled with emotion. "I love you when you eat me!"
And Cindy loved him when he fed her his cum. The problem was, a wad of Kevin's jism was nothing more than a little snack to Cindy, and she was hungry for a full-course meal. In a desperate attempt to keep him hard just a little longer, she spat out his nearly spent prick and began jerking him off with her left hand. But it was all in vain. The harder she stroked his rubbery prickshaft and licked his spongy cockhead, the softer his meat became. Once again, she had sucked all the lust and cum out of his balls in less than five minutes.
"Okay, okay ... I think you can stop now!" Kevin panted agitatedly. His wilting prick felt like a piece of putty as Cindy squeezed it tightly in her hand, wringing out every last drop of jizz.
"Please, honey ... can't you stay hard just a little longer?" Cindy begged. The aftertaste of Kevin's cum was driving her crazy with desire and making her drool all over his cock.
"Sorry, kid, but you're just too damn thorough," Kevin chuckled. "You could suck an elephant dry!"
"Maybe so, but at least an elephant could keep it up for more than three minutes!" Cindy snapped.
She then released Kevin's droopy prick and curled up on their double bed like a pouting child.
"Hey, don't be such a bitch!" he scolded lightly. "Okay, maybe I can't fuck you now," he continued, cupping his hand over the womanly curve of her naked waist, "but I can still eat you out."
With that, Kevin repositioned himself so that he was facing Cindy's bare back, and then he kissed her lightly on the ass. He proceeded slowly at first, flicking out his tongue and gently tickling his wife's tender ass-flesh. He knew that she wouldn't be able to resist the feel of his wet tongue on her bare ass for very long.
"Feel nice?" he asked, pausing briefly between licks.
Cindy didn't answer, but her trembling body betrayed her feelings. Gaining confidence, Kevin allowed the fingers of his left hand to creep down into her wiry thatch of cunt hair while he slipped his tongue into the upper portion of her asscrack.
"Oooh!" Cindy gasped involuntarily. Slowly, her body began to relax and uncoil as she surrendered to the sensual desire which was welling up inside her. Almost against her will, her right hand sought out Kevin's left hand and she grabbed him by the wrist. With one quick, deft movement, she guided his fingers down from her cunt-mound to the tender mouth of her thick-lipped pussy. At the same time, Kevin's tongue was dipping into the puckered opening of her naked asshole.
This one-two punch of erotic stimulation effectively shattered Cindy's defenses and changed her from a whining bitch into a writhing goddess of love. "Oh, yes, darling ... I do want you to eat me out!" she moaned in a husky voice. She flopped down onto her back, squashing Kevin's face beneath her buttery ass, while she rubbed his hand hard against her steaming cunt. Her unusually large clit suck out like a sore thumb inside the slit of her pussy, and Kevin's fingers immediately singled it-out for special treatment. Grasping her clit firmly between his thumb and forefinger, he turned it like a key in an automobile ignition.
"Eagh, I love it!" Cindy squealed, pinching her asshole closed on her husband's darting tongue. "But I want you to eat me, not give me a hand job!"
Since he was practically suffocating beneath Cindy's big, hot ass, Kevin was more than willing to move on to her cunt, instead. All the while squeezing her clit, he carefully slid his head out from under her asscheeks, then quickly rolled over until he was staring straight down at her raw, red pussy. Only then did he remove his hand from her cunt to make room for his drooling tongue.
"Now, my pretty ... I'm going to prove to you that I can get you off just as well with my mouth as with my cock," he breathed heavily, inhaling the musky fragrance of his wife's naked crotch.
"I'm ready ... give it to me!" Cindy answered with a sob of passion. "You got it!"
Kevin then followed through on his promise by flicking out his tongue like a switchblade knife and skewering Cindy's pussy squarely in the middle. Her saturated cuntmeat was as easy to penetrate as partially melted butter, and it tasted just as rich. Kevin really didn't even have to move his tongue. Cindy's quivering pussy immediately began to shift and reshape itself, guiding his mouth right to her throbbing clit.
"Shit, I'm aching!" Cindy mewled. "I'm aching to come in your face!"
Her orgasm was still quite a way down the road, however. At that point, all she felt was a dull, queasy excitement in her crotch, a sensation of impending ecstasy. The feeling increased sharply the moment that Kevin's mouth made contact with her sultry cunt, and then it made a huge leap when his tongue flicked against her tingling clit.
"Yes, right there!" Cindy gushed, raking his fingers through her husband's dark, curly hair. "Punish my clit!" Her legs flew apart as if a spring were uncoiling between her thighs and she thrust her crotch up toward Kevin's face making her cunt as exposed and vulnerable as it could be. Her entire body bucked and jerked like a fish out of water as she wantonly fed her naked pussy to the man she loved. Her clit felt twice as big as it actually was, such was the skillful touch of Kevin's agile tongue.
He wasn't actually licking her clit, overwhelming it with pressure; rather, he was tickling it with a feather-like touch. This made his wife's hairtrigger clit fairly bristle with sensation, as if a bumblebee had stung her in the cunt.
"Oh, my clit ... it's so hot!" Cindy gasped. "Cool it off with your tongue, honey."
Kevin happily smothered Cindy's erect, blood-red clit with his tongue, but that really didn't cool it down any. In fact, it made it even hotter, and Cindy instinctively closed her silky thighs around her husband's head like a vise, locking his mouth in place directly over her pulsating clit. This movement also forced a gush of salty juice up from the depths of her simmering pussy, and Kevin attacked her weeping cunthole even more savagely as the taste of his wife's pussyjuice filled his mouth.
"That's it, dig right into my cunt ... eat me!" Cindy cried, squeezing her thighs even tighter around Kevin's head. She could feel him scooping her syrupy juice into his mouth with his tongue, and the undulations of his lips sent shivers through her aching pussy. If she could have, she would have stretched her elastic cunt-mouth open far enough to shove his entire head right up inside her.
Suddenly Cindy felt a sharp surge of pain sizzling through her body. In his passion, Kevin had accidentally bitten her clit with his front teeth. She screamed like a hyena in ecstatic agony and writhed convulsively on the bed, tugging insanely at her long golden hair. She looked like a child throwing a tantrum, but in reality she was simply a woman half out of her mind with delight.
"I love that ... do it again! Bite my red-hot clit!" Cindy coaxed maniacally, gyrating her hips and fucking her husband's mouth with her cunt. She reached down toward her crotch with the intention of grabbing Kevin's head, but her hands only got as far as her tits. As her fingers brushed across her nipples, they instantly became tingly and erect. Cindy decided she wanted to make them harder still.
"Please, honey, squeeze my tits!" she begged. "Make my nipples as hard as my clit!"
Her pleas fell on deaf ears. Kevin couldn't hear a thing with Cindy's legs wrapped so tightly around his head. And even if her legs had been apart, he wouldn't have been able to hear her over the racket he was making as he noisily sucked on her juicy cunt-meat.
"Here, give me your hands!" Cindy groaned, talking more to herself than to her husband. She then reached down to where his hands were locked around her legs to pry his fingers loose from her thighs. Kevin was reluctant to release her warm legs at first, but he quickly gave in when he realized what she was up to.
"There ya go ... work my nipples over good!" Cindy sighed as she placed his hands atop her heaving tits.
It wasn't long before Kevin was devoting as much energy to feeling his wife up as he was to eating her out. At first he allowed his hands to remain open, using them like a couple of rolling pins to flatten out Cindy's buoyant tits and fold her nipples back on themselves. Then he released the pressure all at once, allowing her floppy tits to return to their natural shape. Her nipples were now as hard as pebbles, and Kevin was determined to make them stay that way. He quickly scissored his fingers around each of her pointed nipples, tweaking them as sharply as he could.
"Ee-yes!" Cindy squealed in response. "Crush my fucking nipples ... and don't let up on my clit!"
Kevin had no intention of doing so. In fact, he was just getting warmed up. Once he had established a rhythm for fondling Cindy's tits, he returned his full attention to her clit, sucking it into his mouth. He then pursed his lips around her clit like a pair of pliers and began to crush it while he poked her sensitive clit-tip with his tongue. Cindy's response was sudden and violent.
"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna come!" she screamed, thrashing on the bed like a cat in a bag. It was all Kevin could do to keep her clit in his mouth as she bounced her ass up and down on the mattress. But he managed it, all the while egging her on still more by squeezing her nipples.
"Oh, yes ... God, am I ever gonna come!"
Cindy shrieked. "Oh, fuck ... ugh ... this is it!"
Suddenly it felt as if a bomb had exploded inside her pussy. The walls of her boiling cunt shuddered uncontrollably as a rush of damned-up pussy cum bubbled up into Kevin's face. A thousand prickles of delight danced through her crotch and fanned out to all parts of her writhing body. Cindy was off and running on an incredible roller-coaster ride of an orgasm.
"Jesus, this is unreal!" she wailed, snapping her long tresses of golden hair from side to side on the pillow. Placing her hands on Kevin's hands, she shoved them down hard onto her tits, determined to feel this climax more than she had ever felt any other. All she could think of was her clit and how fucking good it felt to have Kevin suck it. Each time he varied the pressure of his lips on her clit even slightly, her cunt would expand again, discharging more slippery pussy cum. The juice in her cunt seemed to spring out of nowhere, and the excess spilled out of her climaxing pussy like a pot boiling over. Little streams of her cum trickled down into her asshole and her pubic hair. It was almost as if Kevin had ruptured something by biting her on the clit.
"Keep it up, honey, keep it up!" Cindy urged frantically. As much as she loved to come, it always filled her with a sense of desperation. She knew that the electrifying sensation of orgasm was all too brief, and she would do anything to make it last longer ... even if it meant half-strangling her husband in the process.
"Damn it, get me off again!" she shrieked in an almost inhuman voice. At the same time, she clenched her thighs around Kevin's head with all her might, pressing his face down deeper and deeper into her erupting pussy.
The sensation of penetration was incredible, but it was also short-lived. Soon Kevin was clawing frantically at Cindy's legs and trying desperately to pluck his face free from her hot, wet crotch. She had squeezed him so tightly with her thighs that she had cut off his supply of oxygen.
"No ... don't stop!" Cindy protested, locking her feet together. But it was futile. Her mind-blowing orgasm had completely drained her body of its strength. She was no match for Kevin, and he easily pulled his head out from between her legs.
"What the fuck are you trying to do?" he demanded, panting like a racehorse.
"I ... I was only coming!" Cindy wheezed. The sudden end of Kevin's muff dive had cut her climax short, and already she could feel a post-orgasmic depression coming on.
"Well, from now on try to contain yourself a little bit!" he growled. "Jesus Christ, you could have choked me, you fucking cunt!"
Cindy instantly recoiled and her body became as cold as if someone had poured ice water on her.
She couldn't believe that her husband was angry with her for losing control of her emotions during sex.
"Oh, I see!" she sneered sarcastically. "It's okay for you to force me to swallow your cum, but when the situation is reversed you get all pissed off!"
"Yeah, well, it's different when you're sucking my cock," Kevin replied.
"How is it different?" Cindy challenged. "Look, the man is in charge in the bedroom," Kevin answered. "It's always been that way. The husband leads the way and the wife is just supposed to follow. Women just don't get as horny as men."
"You keep telling me that, but I still don't buy it!" Cindy countered viciously. "In fact, one of these days I'd really like to watch another couple fucking so I can see how they do it!"
Little did Cindy realize in the heat of the argument that her wish was about to come true!
CHAPTER TWO
After their little spat, Kevin and Cindy turned out the lights and went to bed without even saying good-night. The fight didn't seem to bother Kevin much--he was asleep within ten minutes--but the same couldn't be said for Cindy. She tossed and turned for nearly two hours without becoming the least bit drowsy. Finally she gave up and got out of bed altogether. She was going to go downstairs and get a cup of coffee, but she had to go to the bathroom first.
As she entered the darkened bathroom, Cindy-noticed that the lights were on next door, in the home of Paul and Linda Stevens. She didn't think anything of it at first, but she froze in her tracks when she heard Linda's voice drifting into the bathroom through the still air of the warm summer night.
"Lower, Paul, please!" the beautiful redheaded wife was moaning. "Kiss my tits ... I wanna feel your mouth on my nipples!"
Cindy had been about to turn on the light in the bathroom, but after hearing Linda's passionate cries, she decided to stand in the dark and listen a little while longer. She felt like a louse, eavesdropping on her neighbors while they were making love, but her curiosity was too strong to resist.
"Oh, baby, you don't have to twist my arm to get me to kiss your tits!" Cindy heard Paul growl. "I could lick your nipples all night long!" This boast was followed immediately by the unmistakable sound of a tongue dancing onto bare human flesh.
Shit, it sounds like they're really going at it! Cindy thought enviously. I don't suppose they were good enough to leave the blinds open so I could catch some pictures to go with this sound!
Cindy then crept to the window to try to sneak a peek into her neighbors' bedroom. At most, she expected to see a couple of shadowy silhouettes through the curtains. What she saw instead was a clear, unobstructed view of Paul Stevens sucking his wife's bare nipples. They had indeed left their blinds wide open!
Cindy had to stifle a groan of desire as the erotic spectacle of Paul nursing on Linda's tits came into focus. Linda looked absolutely striking in an unbuttoned flannel shirt and powder-blue bikini panties. Her head was thrown back and her long, copper-colored hair was dancing crazily across her shoulders. Her eyes were shut tight as she clutched her husband's head to her naked tits like a newborn baby. Paul, a handsome, dark-haired man, was still fully clothed in jeans, a tee-shirt and socks. Apparently, the show had just started!
"Oh, it feels so good!" Linda murmured, thrusting her tits forward to meet Paul's probing mouth.
"I'll bet it does!" Cindy whispered. Kevin was the only man she had ever fucked, and a strange, exciting sensation warmed her nude body as she watched two other people fucking for the first time in her life. Instinctively, her hands traveled up to her own naked tits, as if she could duplicate the feel of Paul's lips on Linda's nipples.
"Here, why don't you take off your shirt?" Paul gasped, momentarily withdrawing his head from Linda's tits. He then slid the light cotton nightshirt from his wife's shoulders and waited impatiently while she tugged her arms out of the sleeves. Once Linda was naked except for her panties, she swung her legs out from underneath her and lay down on her back.
"Okay, darling, I'm all yours ... lick me all over!" Linda hissed.
Paul then proceeded to do just that. He began by molding his body onto Linda's and kissing her full on the mouth. The sound of their heavy breathing and their lips smacking together sent a lusty shiver through Cindy's body. She tried to relieve some of the erotic tension which was building up inside her by reaching down between her legs to fondle her damp pussy with her left hand. With her right hand, she continued to massage her tits.
"I don't care if this is perverted or not ... I love it!" she cried softly, sinking two fingers into her burning cunt.
The action in the Stevens' bedroom became even steamier as it went along. After French-kissing his beautiful wife for a full five minutes, Paul finally tore his mouth from hers and began to travel downward across the rest of her naked body. The creamy skin of Linda's neck was too tempting to resist, and he gave her a big hickey before moving on to her heaving tits.
"Yes, that's what I want!" Linda groaned. "Suck my fucking nipples ... suck 'em until they bleed!"
Paul wasn't quite animal enough to actually draw blood from his wife's tits, but he came pretty close. He fastened his mouth over the erect nipple of Linda's left tit and buried his face in her bare flesh like a hungry infant, sucking and licking and driving her crazy with delight.
"Come on, darling! Don't be afraid to use your teeth!" Linda whimpered, tugging at her husband's hair.
Shit, she really wants him to chew on her tits! Cindy thought to herself. And Kevin says women don't get as horny as men!
Seconds later, Linda got her wish. Paul gripped her rubbery nipple firmly between his teeth, giving it a little nip. This slight pressure was enough to send Linda into a howling fit of passion. At the same time, she began raking her fingernails across his back, scratching his skin right through his shirt.
"Oh, fuck, I love it!" she shrieked. "Bite the other one ... bite 'em all over!"
Like a dog attacking a piece of raw meat, Paul began to gnaw on his wife's tits with his front teeth. He bit first one nipple, then the other, and then he began chewing on the rest of her tit-flesh. Soon Linda's lovely white skin was dotted with angry red teeth marks and completely drenched in spit. Back and forth went her husband's mouth, sucking folds of loose skin and twisting them sharply, sending electric charges of raw exhilaration throughout her body. Linda wrapped her arms and legs tightly around his body and held on for dear life.
"Oh, honey, you're sensational!" she sang, grabbing two handfuls of his shirt for leverage. "You're just kissing my tits, but even that's enough to make me ... come!"
At first Cindy thought Linda had to be kidding. She couldn't imagine reaching a climax without a cock, a tongue, a finger, a dildo, something actually being inside her pussy. But she could soon tell by the way that Linda writhed on the bed that the young redhead wasn't bullshitting-she really was coming.
"Oh, yes, Paul ... get me off!" Linda howled. She had her legs wrapped across the backs of his thighs and she was furiously gyrating her hips, mashing her crotch against his. Even though she was still wearing her panties and he still had on his underwear and jeans, her orgasm was just as powerful as if his cock had been buried in her cunt.
"That's it, baby ... let yourself go!" Paul coaxed. "Just go ahead and come right into your panties!"
Linda needed no such encouragement. Even if she had wanted to, she wouldn't have been able to stem the flow of cuntjuice which was rushing into her panties. The heat of Paul's body pressed so close to hers, the feel of his rock-hard cock bulging in his jeans, the raw, burning sensation in her ravaged tits, all these things were just too much for her body to stand, and she joyfully opened up all her senses to release her pent-up tension.
"God, it's so good!" she squeaked. "Oh, darling, I love you!"
For several seconds longer, Linda continued to rub her body against Paul's, basking in the delightful friction between her crotch and his. Wave upon wave of orgasmic impulses rolled through her compact frame, creating pure euphoria in her mind. She clutched Paul tightly against her the whole time she was coming, then finally she relaxed all her muscles at once as her stormy climax blew over.
Next door, Cindy was on the verge of her own, self-inflicted orgasm. She had stuffed all five fingers of her left hand into her gaping cunt by this time and was energetically playing with her clit. She was just about to come, but she decided to back off and wait until Paul and Linda did something that was a little more exciting to watch before she got herself off.
"Come on, Paul ... take off your clothes!" she muttered, slowing her probing fingers almost to a stop. "I'm dying to see that cock of yours!"
But Paul wasn't going to get undressed just yet-he still wasn't finished eating Linda.
"I hope you still have some energy left in you, baby, 'cause there's still a lot of you I gotta taste!" he murmured, gently stroking his wife's pretty face.
"By all means, go ahead!" Linda sighed in response. "I sure as hell ain't goin' nowhere!" Paul began to work his way downward from Linda's tits to her cunt-mound, kissing and licking her bare skin every inch of the way. Her stomach was still hot from the fire of her orgasm, and it made Paul feel feverish as he gently skimmed his lips across her silky flesh. Gradually, he zeroed in on her belly button, using his tongue to ream out the little dimple. The faintly ticklish sensation produced by his probing tongue slowly caused Linda to stir once again and come back to awareness.
"Oooh, you got the touch!" she breathed contentedly. "Now how about using it where it counts ... on my cunt!"
"My, my ... we certainly are horny tonight, aren't we?" Paul chuckled, winking up at his wife. "But if you want me to lick your pussy, the least you could do is take off those wet, smelly panties!"
He was only half joking. Linda's panties were completely saturated with her cuntjuice, and they were giving off a powerful scent. Eager to bare her cunt to her husband's skilled tongue, Linda quickly slipped her thumbs under the elastic waistband of her dampened panties and she began rolling them down over her quaking thighs. Paul momentarily assumed a push-up position in order to give her enough room to strip naked.
"Ah ... love is in the air!" he quipped as the scent of his wife's pussy musk wafted up into his face.
"And there's a fire in my crotch!" Linda replied as her panties slipped off her feet. "Put it out for me, honey!"
Without answering, Paul dived face-first between Linda's legs. Her body jerked convulsively as his mouth fused to the wet opening of her pussy, and she closed her legs around his head in a scissor lock. Trickles of her leftover cum dribbled down into her rust-colored cunt hair, making it feel sticky and matted. But Linda didn't really notice. All she was aware of was the dynamite feeling of Paul's mouth on her cunt.
"Yes, kiss me, honey!" Linda cried. "French with my pussy!"
That's exactly what Paul was doing. His tongue snaked out of his mouth and darted into his wife's pussy, seeking out all the cum her body had produced during her first orgasm. Her tender cuntslit opened like a ripe tomato to allow his tongue and his lips to enter her.
"That's more like it!" Cindy whimpered from her bathroom window. "Eat her good, Paul!" Her fingers immediately began to pick up speed inside her own steamy cunt, folding open the leaves of her pussymouth and massaging her aching clit.
And just as Cindy's fingers were caressing her clit, Paul's tongue was swooping down to attack Linda's clit. He used his tongue to poke her sensitive fuck button, driving it hard against the delicate flesh of his wife's pussy. Sticky strands of cunt-honey formed between his tongue and her clit, and still more of the womanly fluid seeped from the walls of her pussy as the tension in her crotch began to build once again.
"Shit, I'm your slave!" Linda moaned. "My cunt is at the mercy of your tongue!"
Sensing that his wife was already approaching another climax, Paul decided to slow the pace a bit. He plucked his tongue from her cunt, smacked his lips, and then he proceeded to take a slower, more subtle approach to eating her out. Rather than poking his tongue right inside Linda's pussy, he contented himself with licking the ridges of her leathery cuntlips, using the tip of his tongue to trace the outline of her splayed pussy. This produced a ticklish sensation in Linda's crotch that soon had her squirming on the bed.
"Oh, God!" she said with a shudder. "I'm melting inside!"
Paul could believe it. Linda's pussy seemed to grow wetter and more jelly-like with each lap he made over her salty cuntlips. From the look of it, she was ripe to be fucked.
"Are you ready to feel my cock in your pussy, instead of my tongue?" he breathed, leering at his attractive young wife.
"You bet I am!" Linda hissed. "Get naked and fuck the daylights out of me!"
Once again, the action in her neighbors' bedroom ground to a halt before Cindy could make herself come. Reluctantly, she stayed her trembling hand in her mushy cunt and took a deep breath. She felt like she had gotten something up her nose but just couldn't force herself to sneeze.
"Damn, you two sure know how to build up the suspense!" she said with an excited rush of breath. "But it'll be worth the wait to see Paul Stevens naked!"
Cindy then withdrew her hand from her cunt altogether and leaned against the window sill, straining her eyes for a better view of the Stevens' bedroom. She could see the whole erotic scene clearly enough, but the distance made it difficult to pick out all the details of her neighbors' naked bodies.
Suddenly, just as Paul was pulling off his shirt, revealing his muscular torso, Cindy got an idea. There was a small pair of binoculars in the bureau downstairs. She could run down and get them, and still be back before Paul finished undressing.
Like a small, silent cyclone Cindy bounded out of the bathroom and down the stairs. She could feel her naked tits bouncing with each step, and the rush of cool night air over her bare pussy sent a thrill of anticipation through her body. Fortunately, she knew her house like the back of her hand, and she was easily able to locate the bureau in the darkened living room. In a flash, she was back in the bathroom, binoculars in hand.
Her timing was perfect-Paul was standing by the bed wearing nothing but his shorts. And they too would be gone in a matter of moments.
"Oh, Christ, I can't wait!" Cindy panted. She lifted the binoculars to her eyes and quickly tried to focus them on Paul's crotch. This proved to be a difficult task because her hands were trembling so badly, but she was able to see a sharp, clear view of his waist before he dropped his shorts.
"Come on, you hunk ... take it off!" Cindy whispered. Her voice sounded like escaping steam. "Take it all off!" Her mouth was all pasty from the unbearable anticipation, her heart was beating like a drum, and a steady stream of pussyjuice ran from her cunt-mouth down her shivering legs.
Almost as if he knew he had an audience, Paul took his sweet time pulling down his shorts. He went through a whole series of bending and stretching exercises first, puffing out his chest and flexing every one of his bulging muscles. Finally, just when Cindy was about to scream in heated agony, he tucked his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts and began to slip them down over his brawny thighs.
A lengthy gasp of desire and disbelief escaped Cindy's lungs when Paul's stiff, erect cock snapped free from his briefs and into her view. It was almost twice as big as Kevin's prick, and more than twice as fat. It's sheer size was almost grotesque and, magnified by the binoculars, it assumed even larger, more incredible proportions. Cindy wouldn't have believed such a monstrous prick existed, and she simply couldn't imagine how it would feel inside her smoldering pussy. If she could have been granted just one wish at that moment, it would have been to trade places with Linda.
"You lucky fucking cunt!" she whined. "You don't know how good you got it!"
But Linda did. She, too, was panting and drooling at the sight of Paul's tremendous prick, and there was a dull, expectant throb in her weeping pussy. She had seen his cock countless times before, but she never got tired of looking at it, sucking it, or feeling it in her cunt.
"P-please, darling!" she stuttered excitedly. "Give me your prick ... put it to me before I go out of my mind!" Linda was lying flat on her back with her legs bent at the knees and spread apart, giving her husband an eyeful of her delectable pussy. Her glistening pink cunt resembled a deep, fresh wound between her open thighs, and it seemed to be inviting Paul's cock inside.
Paul decided to accept the invitation. "Brace yourself, baby ... here I come!" he drooled, crawling up between Linda's splayed thighs. He grabbed his cock by the root and guided his pulsating prickhead into his wife's waiting hand. She immediately clutched her palm around the underside of his massive cockhead and began exploring the familiar ridges with her fingers.
"I can feel it throbbing!" Linda gasped. "It's so hard and hot ... just like my clit!"
"Well, maybe we should introduce the two of them ... they seem to have a lot in common!" Paul chuckled dryly.
"Good idea! ... Mr. Cock," she giggled, slipping her husband's bulbous prickhead into her juice-slicked cunt, "I'd like you to meet Mrs. Clit!"
Linda's cunt practically gagged on Paul's cock, and her distended clit was pressed deep into her spongy pussy by the incredible bulk of his intruding prick. A powerful current of delight jolted her body, as if something in her clit had short-circuited. A similar feeling of exhilaration quickened Paul's pulse as his wife's elastic cunt stretched around his prick, bathing it with her gooey lubricant.
"God damn, it feels so good, it almost hurts!" Linda wailed, clawing at Paul's brawny upper back.
"You got that right!" he replied with a snort. "I think Mr. Cock and Mrs. Clit are gonna get along just fine!"
"You bet! Mr. Cock is welcome inside anytime ... I love having him!" Linda half laughed, half cried.
For her part, Cindy was a little disappointed that Paul had buried his cock in Linda's pussy. She could no longer drool over his massive prick now that it was hidden inside his wife's cunt.
Why didn't Linda blow him instead? Cindy thought to herself. There's no way that the redhead could fit his entire prick into her mouth, so at least I could have seen part of it!
But the the sight of Paul and Linda Stevens fucking was still extremely arousing, and soon the fingers of Cindy's left hand crept back into her dripping cunt. Holding the binoculars unsteadily in her right hand, she began fingerfucking herself at a pace that matched Paul's thrusts into Linda's pussy. She zeroed her field glasses in on Paul's ass and quickly became mesmerized by the way his asscheeks methodically clenched then relaxed with each stroke of his massive cock.
"God, what a man!" Cindy wheezed. "He can turn me on from fifty feet away! I can't even imagine how Linda feels!"
Linda, herself, could barely get a handle on how she felt. Each new advance of Paul's gigantic cock stretched her pussy to the limit, providing every nerve in her crotch with the maximum amount of stimulation. Her husband's twelve-inch prick overwhelmed her cunt with its immense presence, making her feel stuffed and hot. Her head was swimming in ecstasy, and her nervous system was overloaded with dozens of erotic impulses.
"Shit, you don't waste an inch of that cock of yours!" Linda moaned. "I can feel every fucking bit of it inside my pussy ... and I love it!"
"I love it, too!" Paul rasped. "Not many cunts could handle my prick, but yours fits me like a glove!"
"I bet I could handle your prick!" Cindy whispered huskily. Then, as if to prove that she really could accommodate a cock the size of Paul's, she decided to wedge her entire fist into her cunt. Proceeding very slowly, she sank all five fingers of her left hand into her twitching pussy, then she began to curl them closed. Her thumb slipped into her palm easily enough, but the pressure her fingers exerted on the walls of her cunt was tremendous. It also felt awfully damn good.
'Come on, just a little more!" Cindy gasped. "I know I can do it!" Tears were welling up in her eyes from the pain, blurring her vision and transforming the sight of Paul's churning ass into a weird, abstract geometrical shape. She felt intoxicated with lust, and the thrilling new experience of watching two other people fucking made her feel hornier than she had ever felt in her life.
"Ahhhh!" Cindy sighed when her fist finally settled into her pussy. "Now I know just how you feel, Linda!" Well, not quite. There was just no substitute for Paul's enormous cock. It wasn't just fat, it was long, which enabled it to plumb the very depths of Linda's straining pussy. His big, wide prickhead sliced through his wife's tender cuntmeat like a shark through the sea, creating a sensation that was sharp as the sting of salt in an open wound, but infinitely more pleasurable.
"Oh, this is heaven!" Linda mewled, biting her lower lip. She placed her hands over the rounded curves of Paul's asscheeks and began churning her body in time with his. Her nipples were as hot as glowing coals, partially from the friction created between her heaving chest and Paul's, partially from the flames of passion which were fanning higher within her pounding breast. She could feel every muscle in Paul's body surging with tension as he methodically fucked her hungry cunt, and this in turn made her own bloodstream course with a horny vitality.
"Oh, baby, you're so fucking soft," Paul murmured, struggling to draw breath. "It's like fucking a pile of goose-down." The silky texture of his wife's cunt was gradually bringing the cum in his balls to the boiling point, and he knew it wouldn't be long before he was squirting powerful jets of his thick, white jism deep into her pussy.
"Are you ready for the stretch drive?" he whispered, nibbling Linda's earlobe.
"You bet your sweet ass I am!" Linda responded, sinking her nails into Paul's asscheeks. "Let's go for it!"
All at once, the pace of the action increased dramatically. Cock in cunt, Paul and Linda set off down the road of pleasure toward a meeting with orgasm. Whereas before, Paul was only withdraw ing his prick about halfway out of Linda's pussy on each stroke, now he was bringing his cockhead all the way up to her cunt-mouth before slamming it home again. The sounds of sweaty, passionate fucking instantly filled the air-grunts, groans, stomachs slapping together, the sweet music of a stiff, hard cock fucking into a pussy saturated with juice.
"Put a little more weight on my clit!" Linda begged, gyrating her hips in an effort to steer her clit directly into the path of Paul's on-rushing cock.
One subtle change in Paul's rhythm successfully brought the full weight of his bulging prick into searing contact with Linda's clit, touching off a feeling of impending orgasm.
"Direct hit!" she screamed, flinching as if she had been stabbed. "It's all over now!" All at once, it felt as if a violent chemical reaction was taking place inside her squirming body. Her cunt became flushed and hot, and seconds later it went into spasms as her climax bubbled to the surface.
"Yes, Paul, get me off!" Linda squealed. "Make me come like never before!" Her hair shimmied and shook with life as she thrashed her head on the pillow, struggling with her orgasm. Paul's cock was like a cattle prod that was zapping her protruding clit with a thousand volts of electricity. His overgrown prick displaced Linda's pussy-cum as fast as she could discharge it, and the excess ran down her inner thighs and onto the bedspread. A crazy-quilt pattern of stains on the rumpled covers indicated that this was a nightly occurrence.
"That's it, baby!" Paul grunted. "Work my cock over with your pussy ... make me come, too!"
Linda's reply came in the form of one long, piercing scream of ecstasy. Her face turned as red as her hair, and long streams of spit drooled down over her chin as she howled like an animal, releasing all her scorching passion. Her fingernails raked deep furrows in Paul's asscheeks as she clutched his ass and held on.
"Oh! Oh! Oh, honey, I love you ... eagh!" she grunted, raising her ass up off the bed and meshing her bursting cunt with his intruding cock. Her wriggling pussy smothered Paul's prick like a jellyfish, massaging and holding his cockshaft firmly in its grip. This sudden increase in the amount of stimulation that his cum-bloated prick was receiving pushed Paul to the breaking point.
"Here comes my jizz!" he barked like a drill sergeant.
The moment these words left Paul's lips, a huge wad of thick, hot cum blew out his piss slit and splattered into the inner recesses of Linda's pussy. His cock throbbed as if it had a tourniquet wrapped around it, swelling with blood and cum one instant, then discharging a prickful of jism the next. His balls seemed to have developed a nervous twitch, quivering and jerking in rapid-fire fashion as they foced their load of cum into his spastic cock.
"Suck my prick with your cunt!" Paul bellowed. "Milk my balls!" He began fucking his spurting prick into Linda's pussy like a drill, boring as deeply into the depths of her cunt as he could. It felt as if a valve had blown open inside his crotch, and now all his energy and cum was spewing out into his wife's cunt.
"Yes, yes, Paul ... this is the best ever!" Linda shrieked. "My clit feels like it's on fire!"
Linda wasn't the only one whose clit felt like it was on fire. Cindy, too, felt as if there were flames in her cunt by that time. It was just her own fist, of course, but that was more than enough to make her come, especially when it was combined with the sight of Paul fucking Linda.
"Good God, this is incredible!" Cindy moaned, turning her wrist like the agitator in a washing machine. Her hard, bony knuckles were dragging across the sensitive tip of her clit with each stroke, sending lightning bolts of excitement through her veins. Her arm was drenched to the elbow with the juice of her own cunt, and she was biting her lip so hard that it was almost bleeding. She wasn't coming quite yet, but it would only take a couple more good, hard churns of her fist to get her off.
"Oh, shit ... Paul!" she gasped, as if it were she, and not Linda, who was impaling her cunt on her neighbor's twelve-inch cock. Cindy's eyes then became as big as saucers and her mouth opened like a damp, red cavern, but no sound came out. She knew she had to come quietly or risk waking up Kevin.
But that didn't stop her body from spasming. All at once, Cindy's muscles went limp as a tidal wave of climax exploded inside her cunt. Her right hand began to tremble violently, and it was all she could do to keep from dropping the binoculars onto the bathroom floor.
What the hell is happening to me? she thought, momentarily panicking.
She was experiencing the orgasms of her life. Dozens of erotic images swirled through her mind all at once as her climax struck. She remembered the way Paul's huge cock had looked when it first snapped free from his underwear, the way his handsome head had looked buried between Linda's legs, the way the sexy redhead's tits had looked spotted with teeth marks, the way Paul's ass had looked as it rose and fell above his wife's crotch. All these vivid memories joined forces with the raw sexual impulses radiating from her clit to reduce her to a quivering mass of lust.
Jesus Christ, I can't believe this is happening! Cindy thought, almost unable to cope with the sheer fury of her orgasm. She was on the verge of passing out from the excitement and, still, her overstuffed pussy continued to rage like an erupting volcano. The tremendous discharge of cunt-juice made her pussy as slippery as a banana peel, which in turn allowed her whitened knuckles to glide across the tip of her swollen clit even faster. Her first orgasm melted directly into a second, then a third explosive climax. Cindy momentarily forgot who and where she was as she furiously ground her fist into her pussy. All she knew was that she had never felt so exhilarated in her life.
A sensation of falling rapidly brought Cindy back to reality. Her body had become so weak from her jolting triple orgasm that she had begun to lose her balance. She quickly plucked her cum-drenched fist from her cunt and clutched onto the window sill for support. She also just managed to grab the strap on the binoculars before they slipped out of her right hand. For a long while, she could do nothing but gasp for breath, trying to hold her voice down so that Kevin wouldn't hear her.
"Wow, that was something else!" Cindy whispered to herself when she regained her senses. Checking the Stevens' bedroom, she saw that they, too, had finished coming and were now drifting off to sleep, gently hugging and stroking each other.
As the orgasmic fires began to die down in her pussy, Cindy was seized by a sense of guilt and shame. Fist-fucking herself while spying on Linda and Paul went against everything she believed in. Five minutes after it happened, in fact, she couldn't believe that she had actually done it. Yet as she crept quietly downstairs to put the binoculars away, one nagging, undeniable thought stuck in her head: as perverted as her actions may have been, they had provided her with the most satisfying climax of her life.
CHAPTER THREE
After her initial experience with voyeurism, Cindy decided to cool it awhile. For a couple of weeks, she contented herself with her usual sex life with Kevin. Several times she was tempted to sneak into the bathroom late at night for another peek into the Stevens' bedroom, but she always managed to conquer the urge, usually by fucking her husband with as much energy as she could muster.
But after two more weeks of the same old routine in bed, Cindy began to crave a little freshness and excitement. She enjoyed fucking Kevin, but somehow he just couldn't seem to give her the same kind of satisfaction she had derived from fist-fucking herself while spying on her neighbors. It was difficult for her to accept, but Cindy finally admitted to herself that she simply liked watching other people getting it on more than she liked fucking her own husband.
Then one boring Tuesday night, Cindy just knew she had to indulge in her peculiar pastime or go out of her mind. She had been feeling particularly horny all night, but unfortunately, Kevin hadn't. He dozed off while reading in bed, leaving her all wound up with nowhere to go.
Nowhere, that is, but the bathroom. As soon as she was certain that Kevin was sound asleep, Cindy shut off the bedroom lights, stripped naked, and crept into the bathroom with her trusty binoculars in hand. Now she could really have some fun!
There was one problem, though: like Kevin, Paul and Linda were already asleep. Bitterly disappointed, Cindy put away her binoculars and went back to the bedroom. She knew that she was too worked up to sleep, so she decided to get dressed and go for a little walk. She thought that the exercise might burn up some of her excess energy and take her mind off sex.
The strategy worked, at least for a few minutes. The cool night air and the deserted streets were just the thing to help Cindy relax. But as she approach- ed the small, one-story home of Kurt and Nancy Smith, located about three blocks away on the same street, Cindy immediately found her thoughts returning to sex when she overheard the remark which emanated from a rear window of the Smith's house.
"Are you just gonna stand there all night and comb your hair or are you gonna come over here and suck my fucking cock?"
Cindy instantly recognized the voice as that of Kurt Smith, a handsome, wiry-haired young man whom she knew only casually. His voice was husky and horny and, of course, his use of the phrase, "suck my fucking cock," caused Cindy to freeze in her tracks. Maybe she would get to see a little action after all!
After quickly glancing around to make sure no one was watching, Cindy sneaked around back of the Smith's house, toward the one room which was still lit up. If everything worked out all right, that one room would be the bedroom.
It was. And not only that, but the blinds were wide open. Cindy's heart skipped a beat when she saw the flood of light which was pouring into the backyard from the Smith's bedroom window. Creeping like a cat burglar, she inched up to where she could see and not be seen, and then she slowly raised her head to take a look inside.
What she saw was Nancy Smith standing naked in front of a mirror, carefully brushing her long, lush brunette hair. She looked sensational with her coal-black mane trailing across her sensuous white shoulders and her firm, round ass quivering each time she so much as moved a muscle. And because Nancy was standing before a mirror, Cindy was able to see the reflection of her big, naked tits as well. Like her ass, the sexy brunette's tits were bouncing and shaking like pudding as she energetically ran her brush through her hair. Slim, healthy and naked, Nancy Smith was a beautiful woman by anyone's standards.
But what Cindy really wanted to see was Kurt, not Nancy. By simply craning her neck a little and looking to the left, she got her wish. Kurt Smith was reclining lazily on the bed with his hands folded behind his head and his legs crossed. He, too, was completely naked, but because of his position, Cindy wasn't able to see his cock. She could see the rest of his body, however, and she certainly liked what she saw.
His arms and shoulders were bulging with plenty of well-developed muscles, his stomach was firm and fat-free, and his waist was slim and trim. His thighs were just the opposite, though. They were large, round and encased in muscle. It was the kind of body that a girl could really sink her teeth into, and Cindy had to restrain herself from climbing through the window and doing just that.
Nancy, of course, didn't have to exercise any such restraint, but that was hardly apparent from her behavior. The way she stood before the mirror, carefully primping her beautiful hair, it was almost as if she was unaware that Kurt was in the same room.
"Jesus Christ, honey! Will you come on, already ... you look fine!" Kurt growled, growing anxious with lust. "I mean it's not like you're gonna be eating out or anything!"
"No, I'm not ... but you are!" Nancy replied, betraying for the first time the randiness that she also felt. "I want to make sure my hair looks just right for you ... all of it!" As she spoke, Nancy turned quickly around, giving both Kurt and Cindy a look at her incredible body in glorious full-frontal nudity. She was still brushing her hair, only now it wasn't the brunette tresses on her head she was teasing, it was the dark, wiry bush above her cunt. Using both the brush and her long fingernails, Nancy deftly fluffed her triangular tuft of pubic hair into a fuzzy cloud. Her black cunt hair looked even blacker set against her white skin and pink pussylips.
"There! How do I look?" she asked at last, stepping back and spreading her legs.
"Good enough to eat!" Kurt drooled in response.
"Ah, ah, ah ... not just yet!" Nancy teased, wagging a finger at her handsome husband. "First I have to blow you!"
With that, Nancy scrambled across the room and leaped onto the bed, landing right at Kurt's feet. He immediately spread his legs apart to allow his wife to crawl up between his thighs. Without knowing it, he had also given Cindy her first glimpse of his bulging cock.
Cindy responded to the sight of Kurt's stiff, eight-inch prick by involuntarily releasing a gush of pussy juice into her underpants. As a reflex action, her left hand wormed its way under the waistband of her jeans and inside her panties to the warm, moist mound of her cunt. A sigh of contentment whistled softly from her trembling lips as she began fondling her pussy while watching Nancy positioning herself to blow Kurt.
"Go to it, bitch!" Cindy hissed in a barely audible voice. "Suck him good!"
Nancy was fully prepared to do just that. After she had curled up between her husband's thighs like a dog in front of a fireplace, she tossed her lush brunette hair over her shoulders and lowered her head between his legs. Grasping Kurt's hard-on firmly by its hairy root, she leaned forward and gently planted a kiss on the very tip of his cockhead. A droplet of sticky pre-cum glossed her ruby lips as a result.
"Mmmm! I love using your jizz as lipstick!" she giggled, swallowing heavily.
"And I love using your mouth as a cunt!" Kurt wheezed. "Go on, suck me off!"
Without another word, Nancy slowly parted her sensuous lips and slipped them over the spongy ball of her husband's cockhead. At first, that was as far as she went, gently nursing on Kurt's bulbous prick-tip like a baby on a nipple. She sucked him very softly and quietly, with only an occasional cluck from her throat or rush of hot, fragrant breath from her flared nostrils to indicate that she was giving head.
Gradually, however, Nancy began to gain momentum. After working up a generous mouthful of her own spit and Kurt's salty pre-cum, she parted her lips slightly and allowed some of the mixture of slippery fluids to trickle down the length of her husband's prickshaft. She then brought her delicate fingers into play, using them to spread the makeshift lubricant all around the entire surface of Kurt's stiff cock and hairy balls. She worked with extreme concentration at greasing up her husband's prick, like a little girl doing a finger painting.
Once she had completely covered Kurt's throbbing prick with pre-cum and spit, Nancy slowly began to draw more and more of his cockshaft into her mouth. Her lips proceeded very gradually in their descent onto his cock, blanketing it by degrees. Finally, nearly ten minutes after she had first taken his swollen prick into her mouth, her lips hit bottom and fanned out against the fleshy skin of his ball-sac. All eight inches of Kurt's pulsating cock were now buried in Nancy's mouth, and the tip of his prick was lodged securely in her throat.
"There we go!" Kurt shuddered, clutching Nancy's head in his hands. "Stay right there until I come ... damn, you make me horny!"
"Me, too!" Cindy added under her breath. She had grown hot and flushed with excitement from playing with her pussy while watching Nancy's skillful blow job, and her body had broken out in a feverish sweat. She had put on just a casual outfit of a tee-shirt, jeans, panties and sneakers for her evening stroll, but even these light garments were making her feel uncomfortable and confined. She desperately wanted to peel off her clothes and allow her body to breathe, but she felt awfully funny about undressing in a neighbor's backyard.
Minutes later the issue was decided when Nancy began sucking Kurt's balls. The resulting noise-a loud, harsh, ragged sound-sent a wave of desire through Cindy's body that made her grow faint. Her dripping-wet cunt felt as hot and muggy as a tropical rain forest inside her confining jeans and panties, and she knew then and there that she just had to get a little relief from the unbearable warmth and excitement.
"What the fuck ... nobody's gonna see me, anyway!" Cindy whispered huskily, plucking her hand from her pants. With the speed of a Hollywood quick-change artist, she began pulling off her clothes in the quiet darkness of the Smith's backyard. Within seconds, she was totally naked, standing in the cool, wet grass under the summer moon. The chilly night air sent a shiver through her nude body that contrasted sharply with the fire in her cunt. She felt queasy with excitement.
But not half as queasy as she felt when she returned her attention to the Smith's bedroom. By this time Nancy had worked up a full head of steam in her attempt to suck Kurt off, and the energy and passion with which she sucked her husband's cock almost made Cindy melt with envy and lust. The beautiful brunette had gradually sucked Kurt's entire ball-sac into her mouth along with his prick, and in the process she had buried her head deep into his crotch. She had thrust her naked ass lewdly into the air as she pressed her face downward, and she was clawing at the bed like a caged lioness. Her face had by now disappeared from view, but the pile of shimmering black hair which blanketed Kurt's crotch was just as thoroughly erotic a sight as that of his cockhead slipping between her parted lips.
"Oooh, give it to me!" Kurt moaned. "Gimme one of those good head jobs!" With both his cock and his balls inside his wife's mouth, there was plenty of stimulation assaulting Kurt's nervous system. He was writhing and jerking around on the bed as if he had poison ivy, only it wasn't himself he was clawing and scratching, it was Nancy. His right hand was cupped across the back of her churning head, driving it even deeper into his crotch, while his left hand played with her ass. His middle finger was buried up to the second knuckle in her narrow asshole, leaving his remaining four fingers free to scratch her asscheeks hard enough to break the skin. Kurt looked like a man possessed as he maniacally pawed at his beautiful, cocksucking wife. He was a man possessed by a mad desire to squirt his cum down his naked wife's throat.
"Come on, baby, you can do it!" he snarled. "You can make me pop my rocks in your mouth!"
And if she can't do it, I can, Cindy thought from her vantage point just outside the bedroom window. Once again, she was gingerly trying to force her entire fist into her cunt as the perfect accompaniment to the exciting sight provided by her obliging neighbors. She was having a little more difficulty this time than the last for some reason, and her elastic pussy lining felt like it was in danger of tearing as it strained to accommodate her small, bony fist. But the pain only made it feel that much better when her hand finally sank up to the wrist in her soupy cunt. A familiar tingle of delight danced up Cindy's spine the moment that she began scraping her knuckles across her swollen clit.
"Yeah, this is what I want!" she whistled. "A fist up my cunt and a good show to go with it!"
The good show got even better a few moments later when Kurt reached his climax. He signaled the approach of his orgasm by throwing his head back, so shutting his eyes, and roaring like an animal.
"Get ready, Nancy ... here I come ... ugh!" he bellowed, bucking his hips and fucking upward into his wife's wide-open mouth.
Cindy couldn't see Kurt's jism streaming down Nancy's throat, but she could tell that he was coming by the way his wife's body suddenly became still while he thrashed even more furiously on the bed. With her mouth wrapped around both his cock and his balls, Nancy had to concentrate hard on swallowing his eruption of jizz or risk choking herself. At first she couldn't taste his cum, but she could feel his cockhead expanding inside her throat, releasing jets of warm, thick jism. The flood of jelly-like cum soon became so powerful, however, that Nancy's overtaxed throat muscles simply couldn't keep up. A backwash of jism bubbled up into her mouth, and she began to gag. Panicking, she quickly spat out Kurt's balls and prick and raised up her head, coughing and choking.
"Oh, fuck, don't stop now ... I'm still coming!" Kurt roared. He tried to grab Nancy's head and force her mouth back onto his squirting prick, but she flung herself backward onto her haunches, out of his reach. Her face was as red as a tomato, her eyes were watering, her nose was running, and a glistening .mixture of jism and spit drooled obscenely from her lower lip. She had taken on Kurt's eight-inch prick and lost, as she conceded with a three-minute attack of hacking and sniffling.
"That'll teach you to bite off more than you can chew!" Kurt laughed. He really didn't mind that his wife hadn't sucked him completely dry. The sight of her flushed, cum-glazed face had been more than enough to ensure a powerful orgasm.
"Guys are lucky ... they never have to worry about choking when they go down on a girl!" Nancy replied, smiling. Now that she was over her fit of coughing, she was able to laugh the incident off.
"Maybe we don't choke, but there's always a big mess to deal with when a guy sticks his face into a girl's crotch!" Kurt retorted.
"Yeah, well, guys' crotches can get pretty fucking messy, too, ya know!" Nancy shot back. "I mean, look at all this cum I still have to lick up!" As she spoke, Nancy brought her hand up to her chin and began wrapping the strands of Kurt's leftover jism around her finger. She quickly sucked up all the cum she had missed the first time around, then she lowered her head between her husband's legs and began lapping up the jism which had spurted from his prick after she pulled her mouth away. She worked very slowly and diligently now, gently trailing her tongue up and down Kurt's limp cock and occasionally dipping down to his balls and inner thighs.
"Hey, you missed a spot!" Kurt chuckled, pointing to a single drop of jism which was glistening on his stomach.
"Shit, you got good eyesight!" Nancy replied, craning her neck in an effort to reach the droplet of cum.
Kurt's eyesight may have been good, but Cindy's was even better. Even though she was standing way out in the backyard, she had seen every little detail of Nancy's aborted blow job. She had seen the terrified look in her eyes when she had first pulled her head away from Kurt's crotch, the long ribbons of cum which had hung from her lips, the final spurt of Kurt's jism shooting into the air like a geyser, and the precision with which Nancy mopped up every last drop of his spent cum. The sight of the man's jizz glistening on that woman's lips was indeed an arousing one, especially when coupled with the feel of a fist up her cunt. Cindy had brought herself almost to the point of climax during Nancy's blow job, but as she had done while watching the Stevens, she decided to slow down and wait until the action picked up again before getting herself off.
"Go on, Kurt ... return the favor!" Cindy wheezed. "I wanna see your tongue on Nancy's cunt!" Cindy wheezed. "I wanna see your tongue on Nancy's cunt!" Cindy's fist had come to a dead stop inside her pussy, but she could still feel the lining of her soggy cunt twitching with expectation and shifting around her trembling hand. Her clit was throbbing like a toothache, and her entire crotch was simmering with desire, waiting impatiently for the moment when it could erupt into orgasmic fury.
"Well, darling, are you ready to return the favor?" Nancy suddenly asked, mimicking Cindy's words without realizing it. She had finished licking up Kurt's cum by this time and was now flopping down onto her side, preparing to bare her pussy to her husband's mouth.
"Just he back, spread your legs and say 'Ah!,' and I'll take it from there!" Kurt slobbered.
Obediently, Nancy settled onto her back and spread her legs, revealing the wet, pink interior of her cuntslit. Her pussy was the color and texture of raspberry jam-red, oozing, and semi-solid. The excitement of blowing her husband, coupled with the aftertaste of his pasty cum, had made Nancy horny as hell by this time, and a constant trickle of lubricant dripped from her pussy like a leaky faucet. Her entire body was trembling as she lay with her legs apart and her hands on her thighs, waiting for Kurt to fuse his lips to her cunt-mouth.
Drawn to his wife's glistening pussy like a bumblebee to honey, Kurt eased himself down between her parted thighs and placed his hands on the curves of her hips. Her dense muff of cunt hair was still combed into a perfect triangle, and he couldn't resist the temptation to bury his nose in her bush before he started licking her pussy.
"Ahhhh!" Nancy sighed. "That tickles!"
The heady aroma of his wife's fragrant pubic hair instantly filled Kurt's nostrils as he gently nuzzled her cunt-mound. A little farther down, the heat from her gaping pussy warmed his neck, making his temples pound with a lusty intoxication. Nancy's bare crotch was a basket of sensory delights, and he had barely begun to sample the sweetness of her raw femininity.
"How do you get your muff to smell so fucking good?" Kurt asked, looking up over Nancy's tits at her hauntingly beautiful face.
"I dunno," Nancy shrugged. "I guess it's 'cause my muff is so close to my pussy!"
"I'll buy that!" Kurt laughed. "And I'll also lick this!"
With that, he turned his attention from Nancy's curly pubic hair to her cunt. He slipped his thumbs inside her pussylips, then he folded back her cuntlips as if he were splitting a fig.
"Damn, if this tastes half as good as it smells, I'm in for a real treat!" he growled, smacking his lips like a hungry wolf. Then he flicked out his tongue and began lapping away at the juicy inner lining of Nancy's cunt.
"It's about time!" she squealed, flexing her abdomen and thighs in an attempt to open her pussy even wider. "Go on, honey ... dig in!"
Her words could just as easily have been directed at Cindy, for the moment that Kurt started licking Nancy's cunt, Cindy began grinding her fist even deeper into her own pussy. Her clit felt like an exposed nerve as it brushed against her knuckles, and the walls of her cunt threatened to rip open from the strain.
"If you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself!" Cindy moaned, reeling from the overwhelming rush of erotic sensations. From deep inside her crotch, she could feel a thunderous orgasm brewing as she methodically beat herself off.
Nancy, too, could feel the first faint sensations of impending climax tingling inside her pussy, but in her case the feeling was much more subtle, due to the light touch of Kurt's tongue. He was reaming out her pussy as if he were eating an ice cream cone, gently skittering his tongue across the very surface of her satiny cunt. Occasionally he would pause to swallow a mouthful of her salty pussy-juice, but for the most part he just flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth on her wedge of cunt-meat like a tiny paintbrush.
"Ooooh, that feels nice ... I'm on pins and needles!" Nancy sighed. "But how about doing it a little harder ... you know, use your tongue like a cock!"
"Whatever you say!" Kurt laughed. He then removed his thumbs from Nancy's pussy and closed her cuntslit by pressing the two folds of her pussy-mouth together with his fingers. There was now just a narrow seam through which he could increase his tongue, and when he did so, there was a noticeable increase in the amount of pressure it exerted on Nancy's inner pussy.
"Yeah, that's better!" she mewled. "Now if you'll just lick my clit, everything'll be perfect!"
Again, Kurt was more than happy to oblige. Using his tongue like a depth-finder, he probed the soggy interior of his wife's pussy until he located her clit. The instant he touched it, Nancy's entire body flinched and she let out a high-pitched, barely audible wail.
"Fuck me, fuck me ... fuck me with your tongue!" she sang, begging her husband to push her to orgasm. "Come on, darling, make me come in your mouth!"
Kurt could feel himself becoming quite horny again as he sawed his tongue back and forth in Nancy's cunt. Her wet, slippery pussylips felt lovely and soft against his fingertips, and a constant flow of her cuntjuice kept his tongue coated with a salty flavor. There was just something extremely satisfying about poking his wife's clit with the tip of his tongue and seeing the way she squirmed around as a result.
As for Cindy, she was doing more than merely squirming around at that point. The muscles in her legs were quaking as if she had inhaled nerve gas, and her face was contorted into an almost grotesque shape. She had reached her orgasm.
"Heree I goooo!" she whispered softly as her cunt began to unleash a flood of cum.
All of a sudden it felt as if someone had shot off a flare gun inside her head, and another one inside her pussy. Wave after wave of pure delight rolled through her quivering body, reducing her to a pile of twitching, naked flesh. Rivers of hot, greasy oil ran down her arms and her legs as she continued to ream her pussy like a little boy hollowing out a pumpkin. Her clit was so hot and raw and tingly that it felt like it might burn right through the thin inner flesh of her cunt. The triple orgasm which the Stevenses had inspired was great, but this was something else!
It was also too much. With her eyes shut tight and all sensation but that of her numbing climax blotted from her mind, Cindy didn't realize that she had begun to topple over until it was too late. She was able to break the fall somewhat with her free right arm, but the full weight of her body still thumped hard against the side of the Smith's house. In the quiet summer night, it sounded like an earthquake.
Dazed by the fall and the aftermath of her orgasm, Cindy momentarily forgot where she was. The sudden commotion inside the Smith's bedroom quickly reminded her, however, and she realized that she was in a rather compromising position, to say the least. Mortified, she grabbed her clothes and dashed around the side of the house. There was no time to get dressed.
"What the fuck is going on out there?" she heard Kurt demanding from inside the house.
Out of the corner of her eye, Cindy saw the porch-light on the Smith's mouth come on as she made her frantic dash along the street. Fortunately, she had just entered a darkened area beyond a street light at that moment. All Kurt and Nancy Smith were able to see was the faint, fleeting image of a beautiful blonde girl running naked down the street, her bare ass glowing, like the moon overhead.
CHAPTER FOUR
Cindy was able to run the entire three blocks to her house with no one but the Smiths seeing her, and they hadn't seen her well enough to recognize her. Considering the circumstances, she had gotten off lucky. She certainly would have had a tough time explaining herself had she suddenly come face to face with a cop.
With a large dose of adrenaline surging through her veins, Cindy made quite a racket as she burst through the front door of her house. As soon as she was inside, she realized that she should have sacrificed a little time in the interest of quiet. She could hear a rustle in the bedroom upstairs, indicating that her noisy entrance had apparently awakened Kevin.
It had. The sound of footsteps in the hall confirmed this moments later.
"Shit! I just escaped from one crisis and already I've gotta deal with another!" Cindy cursed under her breath, sorting out her wad of wrinkled clothes. Egged on by the sound of Kevin's footsteps descending the stairs, she frantically pulled on her panties-backwards-followed rapidly by her jeans and her tee-shirt. She was trying in vain to straighten her tangled hair when her husband entered the living room in his undershorts and switched on the light.
"What the hell is going on down here?" he asked sleepily. Being awakened by the sound of the front door and discovering that his wife was not in bed had been puzzling enough, but Kevin became downright concerned when he saw how Cindy looked. Her clothes were a mess, her usually gorgeous hair was unkempt and disheveled, her skin was flushed and sweaty, and she was still panting heavily from her sprint down the street.
"Oh, uh ... well, I couldn't sleep, so I went out for a walk," Cindy replied, trying to sound casual.
"A walk?" Kevin scoffed. "It looks more like you just got done competing in the Boston Marathon!"
"Well, I was jogging part of the time," Cindy admitted. "I had a lot of excess energy to burn off."
"Oh, really? Why's that?" Kevin pressed, examining his wife closely.
"Uh, well ..." Cindy faltered, trying frantically to concoct a convincing story. "Okay, I'll level with you. I was feeling horny as hell all day and I really wanted to fuck you tonight, but you fell asleep. I tried beating myself off, but that didn't work, so I went out running to try and make myself exhausted enough to fall asleep."
Kevin's furrowed brow began to relax as he listened to Cindy's tale of woe, and finally he burst out laughing.
"Come 'ere, you dumb fucking cunt!" he chuckled, drawing Cindy into his arms. "If you wanted to fuck me that bad, you should have told me!"
"Well, I didn't want to wake you," Cindy murmured, immensely relieved but scarcely able to believe that she had gotten off the hook so easily.
For several minutes, the two of them held each other in a gentle hug, giggling like children. Gradually, however, the silliness faded as their desire for each other began to grow. The heat from Cindy's warm, sweaty body easily inflamed Kevin's nearly naked frame, and he could feel her heart pounding furiously within her breast. Slowly, his prick began to stiffen in his shorts and the grogginess and fatigue left his mind. He was now wide awake and anxious to give his wife the satisfaction she claimed to crave.
"I hope you didn't burn off too much energy!" he growled, nuzzling Cindy's soft, creamy neck. " 'Cause all of a sudden, I'm in the mood for love!"
"I thought you were tired," she whispered in reply.
"Well I was, but what the hell? I'm up now!"
"Yes, I can see that!" Cindy quipped, massaging her husband's pulsating hard-on through his thin cotton shorts. She giggled softly, but her laughter was quickly stifled by Kevin's lips as he pressed his mouth to hers.
Cindy's hands began to roam up and down the length of his broad, muscled back as they kissed, exploring every inch of his well-built upper body. Rather than dimming her sex drive, her close call at the Smith's and subsequent nude run in public had actually increased her burning desire. Nearly getting caught had made her adventure that much more exciting. That excitement, coupled with the vivid memory of Nancy blowing Kurt, soon had Cindy in a randy frenzy as she stabbed her tongue into Kevin's mouth. Her aggressiveness surprised him somewhat, and he suddenly pulled his lips away as if he were a little afraid of her.
"I think I'd better take you up to bed!" he breathed raggedly.
"No, let's do it right here ... right now!" Cindy gasped. In the same instant, she fell to her knees at Kevin's feet and whipped down his shorts. The vivid mental image of Kurt's jism smeared on Nancy's lips had made Cindy ravenous for her husband's cum.
As soon as she had tugged Kevin's shorts down to his ankles and off his feet, Cindy focused her attention on his hard, throbbing prick, which was bobbing obscenely and pointing directly into her face. Dispensing with all preliminaries and restraint, she immediately sucked his cockhead and the upper third of his prickshaft into her drooling mouth and began jerking him off with her left hand. She wanted to feel his jism spurting onto her tongue, and she wanted to feel it as soon as possible.
"Jesus, slow down!" Kevin stammered. "You can't just wake a man up in the middle of the night and start sucking his prick as if it were a lollipop ... it's a shock to the system!"
But there was no stopping Cindy now. She was still riding high on the adrenaline produced by her experience at the Smith's, and it was causing her to be much more aggressive with her husband than usual. She was rapidly turning her head from side to side, pivoting with her mouth on Kevin's cockhead, while she stroked her hand up and down on his veiny prickshaft.
All this frenzied movement caused his balls to jump and jiggle like a couple of sleigh bells, and Cindy couldn't resist the temptation to bring them into the act, too. As she continued to stroke and suck Kevin's cock, she reached into his crotchband with her right hand and began rolling his squishy balls around in her palm, feeling his fleshy ball-sac with her fingers as she did so.
The feeling of softness in her hand contrasted sharply with the feeling of hardness in her mouth and drove Cindy absolutely mad with desire. As an additional incentive, a few droplets of Kevin's pre-cum had seeped out his piss slit and onto her tongue, causing her mouth to water even more for the taste of her husband's jism.
Kevin couldn't quite understand what was happening. Usually Cindy was reluctant to suck his cock because she didn't like to waste his cum in her mouth, but tonight she seemed hell-bent on blowing him. This seemed unusual in light of her earlier pleas for him to fuck her.
"If you keep this up, I don't think I'll be able to resist coming in your mouth!" he cautioned, trying to stay her bobbing head with his hands.
But Cindy just kept right on sucking Kevin's prickhead, jerking him off, and playing with his balls, oblivious to his warnings. Her eyes were as wide as silver dollars, and her face wore a strangely vacant appearance. Kevin assumed that she was merely concentrating on sucking his cock, but in reality Cindy's thoughts were focused on a different prick. All she could think of was the way Kurt Smith's cock had looked squirting its little geyser of jism into the air, and the way Nancy's tongue had looked swirling around on his limp cock a few minutes later, licking up his excess cum. It made Cindy crazy with lust to think that the balls she now held in her tight hand contained a similar load of milky cum, and that soon it would be rushing through the cockshaft she held in her hand and out through the prickhead she held so tightly between her lips. Her cheeks, lips, and tongue were all getting sore from sucking her husband's spongy prick-tip so vigorously, and her two hands ached from jerking him off so rapidly. But this muscular tension only served to build her anticipation to a fever pitch.
Kevin's anticipation was also building to a fever pitch by this time. His initial puzzlement at Cindy's aggressiveness had dissolved into a feeling of hot, raw desire as she continued her inspired blow job, and now he could think of nothing but coming in her mouth. He was softly stroking her silky hair as she sucked him off, and his eyes were riveted to the spot where his twitching hard-on disappeared between her red lips. He was mesmerized by the way her dainty hand methodically jerked back and forth on his rigid prick, alternately brushing against his tuft of dark, wiry pubic hair and smacking against her own taut, undulating mouth. In the bright light from the lamp in the living room, he was able to see very clearly every detail of his wife's beautiful, angelic face, her soft, blonde hair, her tiny, delicate hands, and his own fat, fleshy hard-on. The sight of his gorgeous young wife kneeling at his feet with her face pressed so close to his naked crotch made Kevin feel extremely virile and masculine, and he could sense that his climax would arrive sooner and with more force than usual. Already he was itching with anticipation.
"You seem bound and determined to make me come in your mouth tonight, and I don't see why I should stop you!" he snarled, with a savagery in his voice that made Cindy's skin crawl. Evidently, he was about to reach his orgasm.
He was. Cindy could sense the impending explosion, and she made the necessary adjustments. First, she withdrew almost all of Kevin's cock from her mouth, leaving just the very tip of his prick-head between her pursed lips. That way she would be able to taste every drop of his thick, warm jism before it disappeared down her throat. At the same time she began stroking him even harder and faster with her left hand, since she could no longer rely on her mouth to provide ample stimulation. And finally, she cupped her right hand tightly around his dangling balls so that she would be able to feel them twitching and jerking as they released their load of cum. She was now ready for Kevin's climax.
So was Kevin. As he felt his orgasm welling up inside him, he bent his knees slightly, clutched Cindy's head firmly in his hands, and concentrated all his attention on her sweet young face. Then he simply let himself go and allowed his wad of jism to squirt between her pursed lips and onto her tongue.
"There ya go, doll!" he hissed in a passion-strangled voice as his cum spurted into his wife's mouth. "You wanted to eat me? Well eat me!"
Cindy's whole body instantly became much warmer from the excitement of bringing her husband off, just as surely as her tongue became warmer from the presence of his hot jism. Since he hadn't fucked her for a couple of days, Kevin had an unusually large load of cum stored up inside his balls, which suited Cindy just fine. The big wad just made his balls twitch that much harder as they pumped his cum into his cock, and Cindy was able to feel these powerful tremors with her sensitive hands. And each spasm was followed immediately by the feel of another glob of jism entering her mouth. Rather than swallowing each individual spurt, Cindy was saving all her husband's cum to form one big, overflowing mouthful. Soon so much jism had spewed from Kevin's cockhead that her mouth was filled beyond capacity, and a flood of the white, jelly-like liquid spilled from her lips and dribbled down her chin.
"Go on, swallow!" Kevin ordered, tugging his wife's flaxen hair.
But Cindy refused. The mouthful of heavy jism was making her senses reel, and she was determined to prolong the feeling for as long as possible. Her tongue was completely coated with the masculine taste, and her nostrils were filled with the unique, pungent aroma of her husband's cum. And still his cock continued to throb in her hand, forcing out every last drop of jizz. Cindy removed his prickhead from her mouth altogether and simply allowed these last few bursts of cum to spatter onto her tightly sealed lips.
"Come on, you still haven't swallowed it yet!" Kevin roared. "I wanna see you eat my jizz!" His powerful orgasm had begun to subside, and it fizzled out altogether when Cindy relaxed her hold on his balls and his prick without warning. This sudden release of tension nearly caused him to lose his balance, and he staggered drunkenly backwards a few steps.
"Jesus, that was quite a little head job!" Kevin panted after regaining his balance. "What's gotten into you tonight, anyway?"
Cindy didn't answer. She was still holding Kevin's cum in her mouth. She was swishing it slowly from one cheek to the other, making plenty of loud, obvious noises as she did so, and the jism which hadn't made it into her mouth was glistening on her chin. On top of her already disheveled appearance, this made her look downright slutty.
"Ahhhhh!" she sighed at last, after finally swallowing Kevin's jism in one big gulp. "Thanks, honey ... I needed that!" Cindy then wasted no time in wiping the spillage from her chin and licking that up as well. She looked like a cat cleaning its paws as she meticulously lapped every drop of jism from her fingers.
"So, are you ready to go to sleep now?" Kevin asked suddenly, breaking the erotic spell.
"Now?" Cindy replied in disbelief. "But we're just getting started! You haven't even fucked me yet!"
"Yeah, well, you insisted on sucking me off, and now I'm all spent," Kevin explained.
Cindy didn't respond immediately. Instead, she slowly settled down onto the floor and began unbuckling her jeans. All the while she was licking her lips and fixing Kevin with a dreamy, inviting gaze.
"All I ask is that you stay awake a little longer and keep me company!" she purred seductively as her jeans began slipping down over her creamy thighs. Her pussy was still soaking wet from the fist-fucking she had given herself earlier and the excitement of blowing Kevin, and there was a big, wide stain clearly visible in the crotch of her panties as a result. Her underpants were so wrinkled and saturated with juice, in fact, that neither she nor Kevin noticed they were on backwards.
Despite his earlier protests, Kevin found himself becoming aroused once again as he watched his wife go through her impromptu strip-tease. This was a peculiar situation for him. Usually he called all the shots when it came to fucking, and he was surprised to find himself giving in to Cindy's advances. It was almost as if she had him under some kind of erotic spell that night.
What Kevin didn't realize, of course, was that Cindy was still feeling the thrilling effects of her second experience with voyeurism. The excitement of her encounter with the Smiths had given her the aggressiveness, motivation, and confidence she needed to seduce her husband and make him respond to her wishes for a change.
"Uh, I can't promise anything, but maybe I will be able to fuck you after all," Kevin stammered, moistening his chapped lips. Cindy had finally removed her jeans and was now sitting cross-legged on the floor, preparing to take off her tee-shirt. She did so in one fluid motion, pulling her clingy cotton shirt over her head so quickly that her tits seemed to pop out of nowhere like a couple of air bags.
She then lay back on the floor without missing a beat and began pulling off her juice-drenched panties, rolling them down over her thighs as if she were peeling the skin off a couple of plump, meaty sausages. As soon as she was completely naked, Cindy lay flat on her back, put her hands on her head, and spread her legs, giving Kevin a clear look at her moist, gaping pussy.
"Do you still feel like going to bed?" she breathed, twitching her cuntlips lewdly in her husband's direction.
The question needn't have been asked. Cindy could tell by the way Kevin's prick had stretched back out that he was just dying to fuck the shit out of her.
"Well, actually I do still feel like lying down," he murmured, forcing a twisted smile. "Only now I feel like lying down on top of you!"
"Well, what're you waiting for?" Cindy shot back. "Lie down between my legs and make yourself comfortable!"
Kevin was still feeling a little threatened by his wife's newly found aggressiveness and, as a result, he approached her a little more cautiously than he normally would have. He ambled slowly over to where she was lying on the floor, knelt down between her legs, and tentatively positioned himself above her nude body. There was still a slight problem, though.
"I'm still not quite hard enough to fuck you yet," he chuckled, grinning sheepishly.
"I believe I can take care of that!" Cindy drawled, bringing her left hand down from behind her head to her mouth. She quickly moistened her fingers and her palm with her tongue, then she reached up between Kevin's thighs. He was hovering over her with his prick hanging at half-mast between his legs, which made it easy for Cindy to feel him up.
"Just relax, and I'll have you hard as a rock in no time!" she purred, wrapping her fingers around his spongy fuck-tool. She then began to jerk him off very slowly while fixing him with a wanton, seductive gaze that Kevin had never seen before.
"I don't know what you did on that walk of yours tonight, but whatever it was, I hope you do it more often!" he growled. He could feel his strength and virility returning as Cindy methodically stroked his cock and fucked him with her eyes.
Cindy's response to Kevin's remarks consisted of a mysterious smile. Oh, if Kevin only knew what she had done on her walk that night!
The realization that her husband knew nothing about her peculiar new hobby made Cindy hornier still. Her cunt felt unusually spacious and pliable from accommodating her own fist a short time earlier, and she almost felt like she could swallow Kevin's entire body right up inside her pussy.
"Well ... I'd say you were just about ready to fuck me!" she whispered, craning her neck to brush her lips against Kevin's cheek. His cock was now throbbing and fully erect within her hand.
"You go right ahead, then. Plant my prick in your pussy!" he rumbled. He seemed quite content to allow Cindy to lead the way for the rest of the evening.
And she was quite content to do so. Her next move was to place her hand on Kevin's ass and press downward until his cockhead brushed ever so slightly against her velvety cunt-mound. She tightened her grip on his pulsating prick and began working it in circles, trying to break the imaginary seal of her pussy. Suddenly she felt her cuntlips give way, and she knew her husband's prick was inside her pussy. In unison, they breathed a sigh of satisfaction as his straight, slender cockshaft sank into the slippery envelope of her pussy.
"Shit, I'm really glad you talked me into this!" Kevin moaned, relaxing all his muscles. He was enjoying his new role as the passive partner. All he had to do was lie on top of Cindy and bask in the warmth of her soft, naked body.
"I don't think you're half as glad as I am!" Cindy hissed. "I really want this!"
Despite the fact that she was on the bottom, it was Cindy who initiated the fucking motions. She ground her ass hard against the living room rug, working the deep, snug tube of her pussy in circles on Kevin's prick. Next she arched her back and raised her ass into the air a few inches. Then, just as suddenly, she allowed her body to flop back down onto the floor. In this way Kevin's prick was remaining fairly still, but she was moving the slippery walls of her cunt up and down the outside of it. It required a lot of energy to fuck him in this way, but Cindy had a lot of energy to spare.
"God, I love your cock!" she moaned. "It's so big!"
Actually, Kevin's prick was fairly small, only about six inches long, but the memory of Kurt Smith's fat, eight-inch prick was still fresh in Cindy's mind, and she imagined that it was in her cunt as well. She could feel the spongy lining of her pussy shifting and yielding with the slightest movement of her hips, alternately swallowing Kevin's prick up, then disgorging it again. Her clit was protruding into the opening of her saucy cunt like a small, fleshy tooth, and it was in constant contact with Kevin's hard, erect cock. Her clit felt raw and chafed from being subjected to her own brutal fist-fuck, and this made it burn even hotter than usual as it rubbed against her husband's intruding prick. Not even the steady flow of her pussyjuice could deaden the erotic sting which was radiating from her clit.
"Oooooooh, you make feel so alive!" Cindy purred, patting Kevin's ass like a little girl making mud pies. "C'mon, kiss the shit out of me!" While she continued fondling her husband's asscheeks with one hand, Cindy used her other hand to press the back of his handsome head down until her lips met. But she didn't kiss him at that point; instead, she more or less bit his mouth, using her teeth to grip his trembling lower lip.
Initially Kevin flinched a little from the pain, but then he also became caught up in the rising tide of animalistic passion which had overcome his normally sedate little wife. Like a couple of dogs fighting over a piece of meat, they began attacking each other's mouths, each trying to assume the dominant position. Finally they settled into a rhythm whereby Kevin stuck his tongue as far out of his mouth as he could and Cindy rubbed her lips up and down the outside of it, as if she were sucking a small, pink cock.
At the same time, she stuck the middle finger of her right hand up her husband's asshole and began using it to butt-fuck him. Soon she was finger-fucking his asshole, sucking his tongue, and impaling her cunt on his cock in the same fluid, undulating motion.
"Damn, you sure are a bundle of energy tonight!" Kevin gasped, momentarily withdrawing his tongue from his wife's hungry mouth.
"Well, I just think we should involve all parts of our bodies in a good, solid fuck!" Cindy snarled in reply.
No longer content to remain passive, Kevin was now raising his ass into the air of his own accord and slamming his cock into Cindy's cunt with all his might, burying his twitching hard-on into her gooey pussy like a stick in the mud. It was a bonus that this movement also succeeded in impaling his asshole on his wife's outstretched finger.
"God, you feel good inside!" Cindy panted, wiggling her finger around inside her husband's asshole. "I almost wish I had a cock so I could fuck you up the ass!"
"No way, cunt!" Kevin snarled. I'm the one with the cock in this family, and since that's the case, I'm the one who'll direct all the fucking!" His earlier tentativeness had now completely disappeared, swallowed up by a tidal wave of desire. He was glad that Cindy had initiated the fuck, but he now felt it was his duty to take charge and bring the proceedings to a successful, explosive climax.
"Okay, baby, you just lie still and I'll take it from here!" Kevin growled, swarming all over Cindy's squirming body with his massive, muscular frame. She tried to raise her ass off the floor, to continue mashing her cunt against his cock, but he quickly overwhelmed her with his sheer strength.
"Yes, yes, take me darling!" Cindy squealed, accepting the role reversal. "Take me to the limit!" She could feel one hell of an orgasm building up deep down in the depths of her cunt, and she began streaking toward it with blinding speed when Kevin kicked his prick into high gear. All the sensitive nerve endings in her pussy seemed to be firing at once as her husband's cock zipped in and out of her cunt, and her clit felt like someone was holding a match to it.
"This is just what you wanted, isn't it?" Kevin rasped, grinning wickedly. "You were hoping I'd take over and start fucking you like there's no tomorrow, weren't you?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" was all Cindy could scream in reply. She was losing control of her body as her climax inched nearer and nearer, stirring her senses into a frenzy.
"Well, I didn't really want this at first, but I sure as hell want it now!" Kevin roared, slamming his prick home in Cindy's cunt like a sword. Since he had shot his wad just a few minutes before, it was taking a little extra oomph to get him off. He had to fuck Cindy's cunt harder, faster and longer than normal, which only increased the enjoyment for them both.
But especially Cindy. Since Kevin's cock usually didn't stay hard too long once it got inside her cunt, she had learned to come pretty fast during her three years of marriage. On this occasion, however, it appeared that his prick was going to remain stiff for a good, long time. That meant Cindy could have an almost unlimited number of orgasms, and the first one was just starting to erupt inside her seething pussy.
"Oh, God, it's so good!" she shrieked, reaming out Kevin's asshole with her finger. "Eah, shit ... I'm coming!"
All at once a surge of golden pussy-cum bubbled up from the inner recesses of Cindy's cunt like water seeping from an underground spring. The gooey liquid instantly coated Kevin's churning prick with a thin, slippery film and matted down all the hair on his balls. Cindy could feel her temperature changing rapidly as her body lit up like a telephone switchboard with the sensory overload of orgasm. Her clit seemed to be vibrating like the clapper on a fire alarm, such was the speed with which Kevin's cock was rubbing it back and forth.
"Fuck me, honey, fuck me!" Cindy screamed, thrashing on the rug as if she were drowning. "Come on, let's do it all fucking night!" All the exciting events of the evening-the fist-fuck she had experienced while spying on the Smiths, her run through the neighborhood without a stitch of clothing on, and the inspired blow job that she had given her husband-were replaying themselves in Cindy's mind like a short film, and all that excitement was compounded now during her explosive climax. She felt almost disembodied as she jammed her finger up Kevin's ass and massaged his rigid prick with the walls of her pussy. Never before had her husband's cock generated so much heat, so much excitement, so much feeling in her soft, tender cunt.
"God, you're comin' like a fuckin' mule!" Kevin marveled, trying to hold his wife's slithering body steady within his powerful arms. "But that's good ... I'm gonna need something special to get me off!"
"And I'm gonna give it to you!" Cindy bellowed. She meant it, too. As always, Cindy wanted still more. Her first thunderous orgasm was just beginning to subside when a second, equally devastating climax materialized with the suddenness and intensity of a tornado inside her churning cunt. Another wave of girl cum rose up from Cindy's seemingly endless reserve of pussyjuice and washed onto Kevin's prick.
"Christ, I've heard of lube jobs, but this is ridiculous!" he grunted, slipping his hands under Cindy's shoulder blades for support. Her fuck-hole was so wide and slick by this time that his cock was going almost a little too fast as it sliced in and out of her cunt-meat. As a result, he was beginning to develop a backache. He tried to slow down the pace just a little bit at that point, but Cindy wouldn't hear of it.
"No, don't stop!" she screamed. "I need it, I need it ... I need your fucking prick!"
Like a hole in the head! Kevin thought to himself. He was amazed at how absolutely berserk Cindy was going, but at the same time he couldn't deny that her frenzied reaction was making him feel pretty damn horny, too. He could detect a faint prickling sensation in his balls which indicated that his cum had begun to rise up into his cock, and he knew that his climax wasn't too much further down the road.
Meanwhile, Cindy was already starting her third nerve-jangling orgasm. Her cunt was just a big, numb blob of jelly by this time and her mind was almost completely blank, except for the constant, hypnotic signals which Kevin's cock was sending it. All Cindy knew for certain at that point was that she was naked, her legs were spread, and there were six inches of hot, hard cock boring into her receptive pussy.
"Ooooh, I wanna come forever!" she screamed, snapping her long golden hair back and forth like a whip.
Kevin, on the other hand, would have been satisfied to come just once inside Cindy's churning pussy. His cock was gradually getting warmer and more prickly as he relentlessly fucked it in and out of his wife's cuntslit, but he was beginning to wonder if he had enough energy left to reach a climax. His muscles were growing extremely fatigued and he was beginning to feel faint from the exertion of his efforts.
"I ... I don't think I can make it!" he panted between tightly clenched teeth.
Cindy immediately jumped in to help her husband in his time of trouble. She plucked her finger from his asshole, placed both hands firmly on his upper back, and wrapped her legs across the backs of his thighs. She then reverted to the same bumping, grinding, gyrating motions she had been using earlier in the evening to rub her cunt up and down on Kevin's prick.
It worked. With all the stress taken off his body, Kevin could relax and concentrate on the way his wife's warm, wet pussy felt as it massaged his aching cock. He was quickly able to recover his wind, and then he took a deep breath and prepared to shoot his wad.
"I'm almost there!" he gasped, clinging to Cindy's body like a leech.
"Hurry!" Cindy mewled. "Come on and join me!" She was still coming like a bitch in heat, releasing a stream of juice from her simmering pussy. Minutes later her cunt became filled with another kind of fluid as Kevin finally succeeded in popping his rocks.
"Bingo!" he roared, delirious with the exhilaration of a climax that was long overdue. There was very little jism left in his balls after the ravenous sucking Cindy had given him earlier, but his cock was still pumping away as if it had a full load of cum to shoot. This produced a sharp, burning sensation in his crotch that traveled throughout his entire body and made him feel hot, flushed, and alive.
"Congratulations!" Cindy cried joyously. Even though her cunt had become fairly well desensitized by that time from her incredible multiple orgasm, she could still feel Kevin's cock jerking and flexing inside her cunt, spitting up the last dregs of his milky jizz.
The young couple continued to grunt and groan and blow their cum for a little while longer, bouncing up and down on the living room floor like some kind of perverse trampoline act. But as soon as Kevin's cock had spurted the last few drops of his jism into Cindy's cunt, his prick began to soften and recede. The effect on Cindy was similar to having a splinter removed from her skin. All at once the sharp tingling sensations in her cunt ceased and were replaced by a slow, dull throbbing. She collapsed into a heap under the dead weight of Kevin's exhausted body and immediately began drifting off toward sleep.
CHAPTER FIVE
Nothing that Kevin and Cindy did in the bedroom over the course of the next several weeks could match that night they had spent fucking on the living room floor. Kevin figured that the events of that evening had been a fluke, that Cindy had just been feeling unusually horny that night and that, therefore, she had become more aggressive than usual.
He was partially right on that score. Cindy had been feeling unusually horny that night, but what Kevin didn't realize was that her horniness had been inspired by watching Kurt and Nancy Smith fucking. Cindy knew this, of course, and on a number of occasions she was tempted to tell Kevin about the joys of voyeurism in the hope that he would join her on her night-time excursions to other couple's bedroom windows. But somehow she just knew that her husband would never approve of the idea, and she resigned herself to leading a dull, normal sex life. All she could do was wait until she got another opportunity to sneak out by herself and look for people to spy on.
That next opportunity came one Friday night toward the end of the summer. Kevin called Cindy during the day to tell her he was going to be going out drinking after work with some of his friends. Usually she hated it when he went out without her on the weekend, but this time she was more than happy to let him go. If things followed their usual pattern, Kevin wouldn't be home until the wee hours of the morning, and when he did arrive, he would be roaring drunk and anxious to fuck. Normally Cindy didn't like to get near him on such occasions, but tonight was going to be different, for she was going to be good and horny, too ... from watching other people fucking!
As soon as she got off the phone, Cindy put on her coat and headed downtown to the local adult bookstore. Instead of relying on her fist that evening, she was going to go all out and buy herself a king-size dildo. She quickly selected a fat ten-inch latex model and headed back home, barely able to contain her excitement. Now all she had to do was pray that some young couple somewhere would be good enough to leave their lights on and their blinds open while they fucked.
As luck would have it, Cindy didn't have to travel any farther than her own bathroom to find a show to watch. As dusk fell she was relaxing in the tub, enjoying a bubble bath and gently probing her cunt with her new dildo in an effort to prime herself for the exciting night ahead. She had left both the bathroom window and the door open to allow the air to circulate and prevent the room from becoming too steamy. What this also did was allow the sounds of some hot and heavy action to drift into the bathroom from the bedroom of Paul and Linda Stevens.
"Oh, honey, I can't wait to suck you off!" an excited female voice whimpered.
Since Cindy was doing quite a bit of whimpering herself due to the presence of a dildo in her cunt, she wasn't sure at first if she had really heard a voice or if it had been her imagination playing tricks on her. She immediately brought the dildo to a halt inside her pussy and pricked up her ears, listening for a follow-up remark. Her heart began to pound wildly in her chest and, aided by the warm, soapy water, her body broke out in a feverish sweat as she listened intently for the telltale sounds of passion.
No more words were spoken right away, but after a few seconds Cindy could detect a series of wet, slurping noises that could only mean one thing. Scarcely able to believe her good fortune, she leaped out of the tub, ran to the window, and peered across the alley into the Stevens' bedroom. Sure enough, Linda was curled up on the bed with her head between Paul's legs. They were both totally nude, and Linda was trying her damndest to force the head of her husband's twelve-inch cock into her panting mouth. Apparently the Stevenses had decided to concentrate on fucking that night, too!
"Oh!" Cindy gasped, a rush of raw desire sweeping over her body. "I gotta get the binoculars and take a look at this!" She then turned and flashed out of the bathroom as if her life depended on it. She was still soaking wet and she was leaving a trail of soap bubbles in her wake, but all she cared about was getting her field glasses and getting back to the bathroom window.
This she accomplished in a matter of seconds. To her surprise, it appeared as if Linda had made absolutely no progress in fitting her mouth over her husband's mammoth prickhead.
"C'mon, cunt!" Cindy heard Paul Stevens growl. "Quit stalling and start sucking!" He was kneeling on the bed with his enormous cock sticking up from his crotch like a flagpole. Cindy had almost forgotten just how big his prick was, and she felt her body growing hot and her pussy growing damp as she focused her binoculars on his stocky prick.
"I'm trying!" Linda mewled in reply to her husband's harsh commands. "But you know it always takes me awhile to get my mouth over your cock. I gotta loosen up my jaws and get your prick good and wet first ... just relax!"
"How can I relax with a hard-on like this and you sitting with your head in my lap?" Paul returned.
Linda did look awfully erotic curled up naked on the bed with her pretty face hovering just inches above Paul's gigantic cock. Her long red hair was spread across her husband's lap like autumn leaves, both her hands were wrapped around the base of his cement-hard prick, and her bare ass was pointing directly at Cindy.
But what was most arousing of all was the way her red lips molded themselves into the shape of Paul's cockhead each time she kissed the tip of his throbbing prick. As yet she still hadn't taken his prickhead into her mouth; instead, she was merely kissing his bell-shaped cockhead, flicking her tongue out and bathing it in spit. Occasionally she would stop licking and purse her lips over the slit in the end of his prick to suck up some of his clear, salty pre-cum. Her tongue covered every bit of his massive cocktip, from his piss slit to the groove on the underside of his fleshy cockhead. But the entire shaft of Paul's twelve-inch cock still had to be greased up before Linda could even attempt to go down on him, and she soon moved on to the root of his bulging prick and began licking that, too. "That's it, get my prick good and wet!" Paul murmured, caressing the back of Linda's head.
"And make my cunt good and wet, too!" Cindy added under her breath. Her pussylips were glistening like strawberry jam, courtesy of the countless droplets of cuntjuice which had beaded up on her pussy in the short time she had been watching Linda blow Paul. Cindy was still clutching her new dildo in her left hand, and as Linda began swirling her tongue around even faster on her husband's cockshaft, Cindy lifted her plastic prick up to her mouth and began lapping away at it.
But then Linda did something that Cindy couldn't duplicate. She ducked her head way down into Paul's crotch and started sucking his balls. She held them very lightly on her tongue, rolling them around in her mouth like a couple of pieces of candy.
"Hey, easy with the family jewels!" Paul chuckled. "If you damage them, I won't be able to make any more cum to squirt in your mouth or up your cunt!"
Just hearing Paul talking about squirting his cum into Linda's mouth or up her cunt made Cindy want to melt. Her own mouth began to salivate like a dog's as she tried to imagine what his jism would feel like sliding down her throat. She wished she had a pair of round, hairy balls to suck on, too, but since her dildo wasn't equipped with balls, she had to content herself with nursing on its spongy cockhead. That was still very stimulating, however, because the tip of her dildo felt just like a real prickhead inside her mouth. And with her binoculars focused on the big, fleshy cap of Paul's cock, it was almost as if she was actually going down on him.
But only Linda enjoyed that privilege, and the beautiful young redhead was making the most of it. She had taken every bit of Paul's supple ball-sac into her mouth and was rubbing her nose against the base of his stocky prick as she noisily sucked his balls. It was a real turn-on for Paul to be able to see the look on his wife's face as she gently ball-blew him. He especially liked the way the wrinkled flesh at the top of his ball-sac looked as it rubbed against her delectable lips.
"Mmm, that feels nice!" he moaned. "I can almost feel the jizz in my nuts getting warmer by the second ... you better hurry and put your mouth back on my cock before I squirt it into the air!" This was an attempt to coax Linda into finally taking his prickhead into her mouth, but she was just about ready to do that anyway. After shifting her husband's squishy balls from her left cheek to her right a final time, Linda spit his balls from her mouth and straightened up. She paused momentarily to pluck a few kinky prick hairs from between her teeth, and then at last she was ready to suck Paul off.
"Now, remember ... twelve inches of cock can easily choke a girl, so let me do this at my own pace!" Linda cautioned, playfully wagging a finger at her grinning husband.
"I promise I'll be a perfect gentleman," Paul answered, pressing his hands together in an innocent little angel pose.
"Well, okay, but just don't get too carried away with the good manners'." Linda replied. "I mean, please feel free to come in my mouth when the time comes!"
"If you insist!" Paul laughed. "Now, if madam will please begin sucking my cock ..." he went on, gesturing toward his huge, twitching hard-on.
"With pleasure!" Linda sang, bending her head down into her husband's lap.
The pleasure began for both of them the moment Linda parted her lips and lowered her mouth onto Paul's spit-shined cockhead. Her lips encountered some resistance as they approached the unusually wide ridge at the base of his prick-tip, but by turning her head quickly from side to side a few times, she was able to screw the whole of her husband's cockhead into her mouth. She then paused briefly to allow her jaws, lips and tongue to loosen up and settle onto the head of Paul's prick in a blanket of warmth.
"I know I promised to be a gentleman, but it's awfully hard for me to control myself once you start blowing me!" Paul moaned, running his fingers through Linda's soft red hair. Almost against his will, he began churning his hips slightly, forcing his cock a little farther into his wife's open mouth. In addition to the delightful feeling of Linda's lips undulating on his cockshaft, his senses were also assaulted by the hot, fragrant breath which was rushing out of her nostrils and the sucking sounds which were coming from her overstuffed mouth. With a prickhead the size of Paul's lodged in her mouth, Linda couldn't help but make a lot of obscene noises as she tried to suck him off and breathe through her nose at the same time.
But Cindy couldn't hear any of those juicy smacking sounds. She was too busy making plenty of her own as she hungrily nursed on the soft plastic head of her dildo. She had bought the artificial prick with the intention of fucking herself, but she soon decided that it was more appropriate to suck it while watching a blow job take place. The problem was, with the binoculars in one hand and a dildo in the other, there was no way Cindy could rub her cunt.
Or was there? After all, there was a small broom in the bathroom closet, and a broom handle did have just about the same shape and girth as a stiff, erect prick.
It took some effort, but Cindy was finally able to tear her eyes away from the Stevens' bedroom and her dildo away from her cunt and scamper over to the closet. She quickly grabbed the little broom, then returned to her position at the bathroom window, scarcely able to believe what she was about to do. Giggling fiendishly, she wedged the broom handle between her knees and raised the rounded tip of it up until it was just poking into the mouth of her cunt. Then all at once, she squatted down and impaled her twitching pussy on the unyielding wooden handle.
The effect was better than she'd hoped for. The broom handle was so long, straight and stiff that it instantly sliced through her elastic cunt like an ice breaker and stretched the sensitive flesh of her pussy to the absolute limit. It almost felt as if the wind had been knocked out of her as an electric charge of pure, erotic exhilaration jolted her body.
"Holy shit! Now I know why witches like to ride brooms!" Cindy squealed, bouncing up and down on the solid wooden handle. She quickly became so wrapped up in fucking herself with her broomstick that she almost forgot about Paul and Linda. Then, suddenly remembering the couple next door, she grabbed her dildo and binoculars and returned her attention to the bedroom across the alley. It required a lot of effort for her to suck a plastic cock, focus her binoculars, and hold a broom handle between her knees at the same time, but it was an effort that Cindy was more than willing to make.
It was a good thing Cindy hadn't waited much longer to return to watching the Stevens couple, for Paul was rapidly approaching a climax. Linda had forced almost half his immense prick into her mouth by this time, and she was furiously stroking the other half with her left hand. And Linda wasn't merely sucking her husband's prick, she was bouncing her head up and down on it like a pile-driver, laving the satiny flesh of his cockshaft with her tongue and raping it with her lips. Paul's face which had been creased by a smile the last time Cindy looked, was now flushed and contorted from all the delightful impulses which were flooding his brain.
"Keep it up, honey!" he murmured. "Just a few more strokes oughta do it!"
Over in the Lane's bedroom, Cindy began sucking her dildo and fucking her broom handle with renewed energy as she anxiously awaited Paul's climax. She figured a big cock like his just had to contain a big wad of cum, and she was hoping to see some of his thick, white jizz spilling out of Linda's mouth.
She was going to get her wish. The Stevenses had purposely gone without fucking all week so that they would have plenty of energy for their weekend in bed, and Paul had quite a reserve of jism stored in his balls. Also, it was a habit of Linda's to pull her mouth away at the last second when she blew him so they could both watch his thick jets of cum rocketing into her face. Without realizing it, she was about to allow Cindy to enjoy that same thrilling sight.
"Okay, baby, this is it ... lift up your head!" Paul roared, sensing that his orgasm had arrived.
Obediently, Linda plucked her husband's pulsating cockhead from her mouth, then raised up her head so that her face was positioned directly over he top of his rigid prick. Long strands of her gooey spit hung between her glistening lips and the tip of his cock, and her gaping mouth was just inches away from his piss slit, waiting to catch his first spurt of cum. With her mouth no longer sucking on his prick, she began jerking him off even harder in order to maximize the intensity of his climax. Her hand was just a blur as it streaked up and down on his prick, from his balls to his cock-head.
Finally Paul's prick erupted. His pent-up jism was the temperature and consistency of lava as it blew out of the tiny slit in the end of his prick and shot straight up into Linda's waiting mouth. His big glob of cum made an audible plop as it splattered onto his wife's tongue, and she immediately gobbled it right up. This required her to close her mouth, with the result being that the next jet of Paul's milky jism exploded against her lips. Two more spurts of cum hit Linda in the face before she was able to re-open her mouth and start drinking from the fountain of jism.
"See what you did!" Paul bellowed. "You made me come right in your face!" It felt as if a pipe had burst inside his crotch, and now all the tension, pressure and cum were allowed to escape out his piss slit. He became lightheaded from gazing down at his wife-at her sexy red hair, at her sensuous white shoulders, at her bare back, at her well-rounded ass, at her lovely young face-and seeing the rich bursts of cum which she had coaxed up from his balls and out into the open air. It was this sharp contrast between his own fat, veiny prick and Linda's fragile feminine body that always made it especially satisfying to come in her face.
"Okay, go for it!" Paul growled. "Suck the rest of the jizz out of my prick!" He then cupped his hand over the back of Linda's head and shoved it downward, forcing her mouth onto his convulsing prickhead. She eagerly inhaled his cock like a sword swallower and began gulping his jism. Seeing her husband's thick, white jizz shooting out of his prick-slit had only increased her appetite for it, and she herself almost came as she filled her mouth with his bitter cum.
"Eat me! Suck me! Drink me! Taste me!" Paul chanted, holding his wife's head steady in his hands and shoving his cock in and out of her mouth. Like a skyrocket, his orgasm was brilliant and intense, but it was also very short-lived.
Already the spasms in His balls were beginning to subside, and he could feel every muscle in his body growing limp.
But just as Paul's climax was beginning to wind down, Cindy's was starting to build up. Huge gobs of spit drooled from her mouth as she frantically sucked her dildo, trying her best to duplicate the blow job that Linda was giving Paul. She was also raping herself with the broom handle at a furious pace, lewdly squatting on the stiff, solid pole and swallowing it up inside her- yawning pussy at the rate of two times per second. The rough wooden handle was now as smooth as silk, due to a thick coating of Cindy's slippery cuntjuice. She was certain that the sight of Linda lapping up the remnants of her husband's cum would be sufficiently stimulating to help her reach a climax. It probably would have been, too, but Linda never got to finish the job. Just as she was swallowing the final spurt of Paul's jizz, the Stevens' doorbell rang. Paul immediately scampered off the bed, wiped his cock with a handkerchief, threw on his robe, and hurried out to answer the door.
Shit! Cindy thought, slowly grinding the broomstick to a halt in her hot, mushy cunt. Why do they always finish before I can get myself off?
Feeling a sudden letdown, she slowly dismounted the broom handle and plucked the dildo from her mouth. She decided to take a little breather and hope that Paul would quickly shoo the visitor away and return to fucking his wife. Without his big, fat cock to look at, Cindy knew her climax wouldn't be completely satisfying.
CHAPTER SIX
The visitor to the Stevens house turned out to be Debbie Collins, a pretty teenaged brunette who sometimes babysat Paul and Linda's infant son. But rather than shooing the teenager away, as Cindy had hoped, Paul invited her in and led her directly to the bedroom. This totally perplexed Cindy, for with Paul wearing nothing but his bathrobe and Linda lying naked on the bed, it was obvious that they had been right in the middle of fucking. She couldn't understand how they could be so immodest around their babysitter.
"Jesus, that poor kid must be embarrassed as hell!" Cindy whispered in disbelief. "I mean, you can still see Paul's cum on Linda's chin, for Christ's sake!"
But it soon became obvious that Debbie was anything but embarrassed. In fact, as soon as she entered the bedroom, she kicked off her shoes and jumped up onto the bed beside Linda.
"Hiya, Mrs. S.!" she squealed, putting her arms around Linda. Then, to Cindy's utter amazement, she leaned over and kissed the sexy older woman full on the mouth. The kiss was short but passionate, and when it was over, Debbie began smacking her lips like a wine taster.
"I can tell you've been giving head!" she laughed. "There's no mistaking the taste of Paul's cum!"
Finally it dawned on Cindy what was happening. Paul and Linda had invited their babysitter to join them in bed!
Initially Cindy was outraged by the idea, but just as quickly she began laughing at herself. She realized how silly it was for someone who liked to spy on her neighbors while fucking herself with a broom to question the morals of others.
"Oh, well, the more the merrier, I guess!" she giggled, readjusting her binoculars. She couldn't wait to see what Paul and Linda planned to do with Debbie.
She didn't have to wait long to find out.
"Okay girls, since I just came, why don't you two get it on while I take a little rest?" Paul suggested, pulling up a chair beside the bed.
"Sounds good to me!" Linda bubbled, tightening her grip on Debbie. "I love to eat this kid's cunt!"
Debbie didn't say anything, but it was obvious that the idea appealed to her, too. She immediately started kissing Linda again, driving her tongue deep into the gorgeous redhead's mouth in an effort to locate more of Paul's leftover jism. Her hands began roaming up and down Linda's bare, supple back as they kissed, and soon Linda was lying flat out with Debbie on top of her. The aggressive teenager was really getting carried away with lust as she quickly jammed her knee into Linda's crotch and rubbed it hard against the woman's wet, mushy cunt. Since Debbie was still fully clothed, she stood to make quite a mess of her jeans by pressing them against a moist, bare pussy.
Linda seemed to realize this, and she tried to undress the feisty little girl. After several false starts, she was finally able to untuck Debbie's light cotton tee-shirt, then pull it upward, revealing the teenager's bare back. But Debbie just kept right on kissing Linda, right up until her tee-shirt was bunched up around her neck, half strangling her.
"I guess you want me to get naked, huh?" she panted, finally pulling her mouth away from Linda's. In a flash she sat up so that she was straddling Linda's nude body on her knees, then she crossed her arms in front of her and finished removing her shirt. Underneath, she was wearing a lacy black bra that was the same color as her lustrous hair, and in an instant she had brought her arms up behind her and unhooked that as well. It fell away from her shoulders like bark from a tree, revealing her firm, round tits. They were fairly small, and each was capped by a soft, pink nipple that was barely distinguishable from her surrounding white skin.
"God, I'd kill for a set of tits like yours!" Linda whispered, raising her hands to caress Debbie's twin mounds of tit-flesh.
"What, with the tits you got?" Debbie scoffed. "You're crazy! I mean, your mountains put my little molehills to shame!" To illustrate the point, Debbie grabbed Linda's melon-sized tits in her hands and she began kneading them like gooey blobs of dough.
While Linda continued fondling Debbie's tits, the young brunette reached up to her waist and she began unzipping her jeans. Careful to keep her tits within arm's reach of the redheaded woman, she slowly undid her pants, then dropped them to her knees. She was trying to figure out how to wriggle out of her jeans and still allow Linda to feel up her tits when Paul stepped in to lend a hand.
"Lift up your leg," he directed, grabbing the left cuff of Debbie's pants. The young brunette instantly responded to the command, and in seconds Paul had pulled her jeans off as easily as he would remove a table cloth. Debbie was now wearing only a skimpy pair of white bikini panties, which were straining to contain her round, well-formed ass. She had a dynamite figure, with broad, womanly hips, a slender, supple waist, and firm, athletic legs.
"Would you take my underwear off, too?" she asked Paul in her sweet, innocent voice. "I love it when guys undress me!"
"I'd be happy to!" Paul chuckled, slipping his thumbs into the waistband of Debbie's panties. He then tugged her panties down in one brisk motion, revealing her beautiful ass in all its splendor. It looked so utterly mouth-watering that Paul couldn't resist planting a kiss on each of her soft, snowy asscheeks before finishing the job of stripping her panties off her feet.
"Damn, your ass is as soft and smooth as pudding!" he crooned, removing Debbie's panties from her feet. "I'd really like to kiss it some more, but I guess I'll just wait until you girls are finished." Still, Paul yielded to the temptation to sniff Debbie's panties as he made his way back to his seat. The scent of womanhood hung heavy in the light fabric, and there was a noticeable stain in the crotch. Debbie's pussy had gotten pretty wet while she kissed Linda.
Debbie's cunt was as red and juicy as a slice of fresh watermelon, and a few droplets of juice hung from the thick outer lips of her pussy. Because she was so young, her dark pubic hair was rather sparse and soft, but it had still grown into a perfect triangle which seemed to be pointing down at her tender, weeping cunt.
All in all, Debbie had just about the best-looking cunt a girl could hope to have. It looked so good, in fact, that Linda's mouth began to water as she raised her head up for a closer inspection of the high-schooler's cunt.
"So, you wanna eat me, Red?" Debbie purred, in a voice that was surprisingly gruff. As she spoke, she gently lowered her splayed pussy onto Linda's bare stomach.
"You bet I do!" Linda sang. "C'mon, kid ... feed me that sweet young pussy of yours!"
"In time!" Debbie answered playfully. She had begun to work her cunt in circles on Linda's belly, gradually moving up toward the voluptuous redhead's tits. Behind her she left a trail of pussyjuice on Linda's skin that resembled the slime that a slug would leave on a leaf.
"Oh, yeah, squat on my tits!" Linda coaxed.
That's exactly what Debbie had in mind. Slowly she slid her pussy up the side of Linda's right tit until the trembling redhead's sharp, pointed nipple dipped into her moistened cuntslit. Then Debbie halted her advance and began rocking back and forth, massaging Linda's tit with the warm, squirming mound of her cunt. "Oh, God, that feels good!" Linda moaned, Debbie's bare, flat tummy was only inches away from Linda's face, and she could feel the heat radiating from the young girl's body and smell the musky scent wafting up from her naked cunt.
"Yeah, it does feel kinda nice, doesn't it?" Debbie agreed. Linda's tit felt as soft and cushiony as a pillow beneath her gaping pussy, with the exception of her rigid nipple. Her hard, pointed tit-peak was sticking up into Debbie's cunthole, rubbing against the sensitive inner flesh of her pussy. By shifting her cunt a little to the left, the teenager was able to bring her clit into direct, scorching contact with Linda's throbbing nipple.
"Oooh, Christ!" Debbie squealed. "That almost made me come!"
"No, don't!" Linda replied. "Save your climax for my mouth ... c'mon, squat on my face!"
"Anything you say!" Debbie answered. "After all, my mother always says I should obey my elders!"
After rubbing her clit against Linda's nipple a few more times, Debbie raised her ass up into the air and crawled the rest of the way up the bed. Her wet, runny cunt made a noise similar to the sound of a suction cup being pulled from the wall as she removed it from Linda's juice-smeared tit. The petite brunette's arms and legs were trembling violently with excitement as she positioned her crotch directly over Linda's quivering lips.
Linda's senses were instantly whipped into a delightful frenzy as Debbie's cunt molded itself to her face. The warmth and wetness of the young girl's pussy made Linda's cheeks grow flushed with excitement, and her nostrils flared involuntarily as the pungent aroma of a bare, aroused pussy filled her nose. Her tongue darted out of her mouth like a charmed snake and began worming its way up into the tender confines of Debbie's dripping pussy, searching for the source of all the cunt juice which was raining down into her face. Unlike Linda's own pussy cream, which was fairly salty and bitter, Debbie's cunt juice was mild and almost sweet, due to her freshness and youth.
"Lick me clean!" Debbie hissed, grinding her pussy onto Linda's face as if she were settling into a saddle. "Make me come like a rabbit!"
"Me, too!" Cindy whimpered from across the alley. She was awestruck by the sight of two girls fucking, and she was overcome by a strange mixture of desire and revulsion. The idea of one girl eating another girl's cunt used to disgust her, but now that she was actually seeing it with her own eyes, she found herself utterly fascinated and just as utterly turned-on. She had abandoned the broomstick in favor of her dildo by this time, and she was energetically working the ten-inch plastic cock back and forth in her cunt as she watched Debbie feeding her pussy to Linda. Linda's face was completely, obscured by the younger girl's crotch, but her brilliant red hair looked sensational as it spilled out from between Debbie's widely spread legs.
"Shit, I had a hunch that little bitch was screwing around with Paul, but I never dreamed she was fucking Linda, too! Just think of all the good shows I've missed!" Cindy mumbled ruefully, grinding the head of her dildo hard against her clit.
A love triangle with their babysitter had been a regular weekend feature of Paul and Linda's sex life for nearly a year. Linda had licked Debbie's cunt dozens of times, but it was an experience she never grew tired of. She was always amazed at how juicy and edible the girl's pussy was, and tonight was no exception. She eagerly pressed her face upward into Debbie's crotch, undulating her lips against the youngster's leathery pussylips and swirling her tongue around inside her pulpy fuck-hole.
A steady flow of juice dampened Linda's face and dripped into her mouth, fueling her burning desire. She knew that somewhere in the dark, swampy mess which was squashed against her face, Debbie's clit was standing rigidly at attention, and she was determined to find it with her probing tongue. Finally, after one particularly deep, long sweep through the saucy brunette's cuntslit, Linda's tongue brushed against something small and hard. She could tell by the way that Debbie suddenly flinched that she had located her clit.
"Yeah, right there!" Debbie gasped, sliding a little lower onto Linda's face so that her clit would be right inside the sexy redhead's sucking mouth. "Okay, go to it ... chew me up!"
Linda's mouth immediately swarmed all over the tiny nub of Debbie's clit, surrounding it with the warm, squirming softness of her puckered lips. She also sucked in some of the teenager's pliable cunt flesh and began chewing that lightly. Her nose was firmly embedded in the indentation at the top of Debbie's cunt, her cheeks were rubbing against Debbie's thighs, and her forehead was nuzzling Debbie's fleecy pubic hair. She couldn't have dug any deeper into the babysitter's crotch if she had tried.
"God damn it, make me come!" Debbie whimpered, thrusting her hips lewdly and driving her splayed pussy into Linda's face. Her asscheeks flexed and quivered uncontrollably each time Linda nipped at her hot, throbbing clit. She felt as if there was a big bubble welling up inside her crotch, and she couldn't wait to burst that bubble and give birth to a mammoth orgasm.
Then Linda released Debbie's clit from her mouth and began fucking straight up into the randy girl's cunt with her unusually long tongue.
Her penetration was amazing-she was reaching almost the same depth that a cock could have-and the sudden renewed friction against her pussy walls was all Debbie needed to reach a climax.
"Ugh, God ... I'm gonna come!" she squealed, clutching Linda's silky red hair. She almost looked as if she was riding a horse as she began bucking and jerking wildly on Linda's face, impaling her cunt on Mrs. Stevens' fully extended tongue.
"Ream me good!" Debbie yipped. "Fuck me with your God damn tongue!" Her cunt was rising and falling around Linda's open mouth, releasing gush after gush of hot, tasty cum. Debbie felt like she had walked into a giant spider web as hundreds of little prickles of delight danced along her bare skin. She was nearly in tears, and she was biting down so hard on her tongue that it was almost bleeding. She looked as if she was in agony, but she felt like she was in ecstasy.
So did Linda. She loved swallowing Debbie's cunt cum, and there was always plenty to spare when the horny little bitch reached a climax. Debbie's pussy was shifting and simmering around Linda's pistoning tongue, bathing it with the potent, telltale flavor of a climaxing pussy. It was extremely close and hot and sticky down there in the babysitter's tight little crotch, but the stifling atmosphere only increased Linda's enjoyment, intoxicating her with the smell, the taste, and the feel of a naked teenaged cunt.
And even though they weren't directly involved in the heated lesbian fuck, both Paul and Cindy were getting awfully aroused by that time, too. Cindy had zeroed her binoculars in on Debbie's crotch and was absolutely fascinated by the way the acrobatic teenager bumped and ground her pussy onto Linda's face. With her other hand, Cindy was stabbing her dildo into her own soggy pussy, burying almost the entire ten inches of latex cock in her cunt with each stroke. Her distended clit vibrated and tingled every time the smooth, sleek dildo grazed its sensitive tip, and she knew that she would be coming just as wildly as Debbie in a matter of moments.
"Jesus, this is unreal!" Cindy panted. "What a fucking turn-on ... keep it up, girls!"
And while Debbie and Linda kept it up, Paul was just getting it up. His immense cock had just about assumed a full hard-on again due to all the erotic action that was taking place before his eyes. From his vantage point, he could look right up between his wife's legs at her glistening cunt, and he could also see her frantically kicking her feet as she drank in Debbie's pussy cum. And he could see Debbie's lithe young body jerking and convulsing through her powerful orgasm. The babysitter's lush brunette hair was dancing and shimmying across her smooth, shapely shoulders, her thin, fragile arms were flailing crazily in the air, and her hips were churning like a belly dancer's as she mashed her cunt onto Linda's mouth, milking her climax for all it was worth. But what Paul found most alluring of all about Debbie was her ass. He was mesmerized by the way her firm, round ass-cheeks clenched then relaxed as she thrust her hips, and he was just dying for an opportunity to shove his bulging cock up her asshole.
He got his chance moments later when Debbie's violent orgasm blew over and she began sliding down toward Linda's crotch to return the favor.
"Shit, what a good come!" Debbie panted, slowly easing her spent pussy off of Linda's face. "You're a real pro, Mrs. S.! You do a better job eating my cunt than any of the guys I've gone out with!"
"Believe me, honey, the pleasure's all mine!" Linda panted in reply. Her hair was a tangled mess and her face was covered with pussy-cum and cunt hairs, but her big, beaming smile made it obvious that she meant what she was saying. "But the best part about eating your pussy is knowing that you're gonna do the same for me when I'm through!" she added, spreading her legs suggestively.
"You bet I am!" Debbie squealed. She then slithered down over Linda's naked, sweaty body like a snake until she came to rest between the other woman's quaking thighs. "God, you have a great cunt! I wish I had red hair on my pussy!" She sighed, running her slender fingers through Linda's wiry muff of auburn pubic hair.
Then, just as Debbie was slipping her fingers into Linda's cunt, she felt a pair of hands caressing her exposed, protruding asscheeks. Paul was getting ready to fuck her up the ass.
"I've wanted to do this for a long, long time, and with you bending over like that, it gives me the perfect opportunity!" he growled, massaging Debbie's buttery ass-flesh with his strong, rough hands.
"Jesus, Paul, I don't know if your cock can fit up my ass!" Debbie remarked uncertainly, looking over her shoulder at the tall, powerful man who was leering down at her, prick in hand.
"Well, there's only one way to find out!" he rumbled, fingering Debbie's brown, rubbery asshole. "Now you just go ahead and eat my wife, and I'll worry about things on this end!" With that, he lightly shoved Debbie forward, pressing her face into Linda's waiting pussy. The teenager automatically began lapping away at the redhead's raw, tangy cunt-flesh, causing Linda to jerk spasmodically and close her legs around Debbie's head, encasing it in a vise-like grip within her creamy thighs.
"Oooh, what a touch!" Linda purred. "Your tongue feels as light as a feather!"
The same couldn't be said for Paul's thick, bulging hard-on. He was gently stroking his throbbing prick with one hand while he probed Debbie's asshole with the index finger of the other. Occasionally he would pluck his finger from her ass, put it in his mouth, then reinsert it into her asshole. He was swabbing the muscular opening of her rear passage with spit, making it loose and slippery enough to accommodate the huge head of his twelve-inch prick. Of course, it also allowed him to sample the pungent flavor of Debbie's asshole.
"There, that oughta do it!" Paul grunted, once again removing his finger from Debbie's ass. "Now I'll just shove my cockhead in and start fucking that sweet little asshole of yours!" As he spoke, Paul leaned forward onto the small of Debbie's back and guided the throbbing head of his rigid prick into the outer ring of her twitching asshole. The sensitive muscles of Debbie's shitter immediately flinched when they came into contact with his bulbous prick-knob, and her asshole pinched shut.
"Open sesame!" Paul chuckled, fucking his meaty cockhead into Debbie's asshole. Gradually the constricted passage began to yield, opening up enough to allow the first few inches of Paul's prick to enter her.
But as far as Debbie was concerned, the entry was anything but painless. She was squirming and shaking violently the whole time, and a series of muffled whimpers could be heard down in Linda's crotch. The tough little brunette was weathering the agonizing storm, though, and the main beneficiary of all this was Linda. She could feel Debbie's tongue skittering along the surface of her glistening pussy like a water bug, and the energetic teenager was fucking Linda with her nose as her body undulated in time with Paul's rear thrusts.
"Fuck her good, honey!" Linda moaned. "She's goin' nuts down there in my crotch ... I love it!"
Meanwhile, over at the Lane's house, Cindy was just starting to come. The sight of Paul's gigantic cock sinking into Debbie's asshole had finally set off the orgasm which had been building up inside her from the moment she had first looked out the window. She rammed her dildo all the way up inside her simmering pussy, then she let go of it and began holding it strictly with the lining of her cunt. The sensation of being filled instantly triggered an enormous climax, and Cindy's knees grew weak as her pussy went into convulsions of ecstasy.
"Holy fucking shit!" she whimpered, clutching the window sill for support. She then began squirming and writhing, engulfing the dildo within her elastic pussy. Only an inch and a half of the plastic prick was sticking out of her cunt, and it was covered with syrupy gobs of Cindy's pussy-cum. She had shut her eyes when her orgasm struck, but when she opened them again, the sight of Paul fucking Debbie's ass, and Debbie, in turn, eating Linda's pussy sent her once more into the throes of ecstasy.
As Cindy's cunt continued its wild orgasmic spasms, it began forcing the dildo out of her pussy an inch at a time. Her legs were spread and she was squatting in a slight deep-knee bend as she came, and the artificial prick looked positively obscene as it slowly descended from her churning cunt. Finally, the slippery dildo dropped out of her pussy altogether and bounced onto the bathroom floor, relieving the tension in her crotch and cutting her climax short.
"Fuck!" Cindy cursed, nearly losing her balance. "Now I'll have to start all over again!"
But that wasn't really such a bad fate. After all, there was still plenty of hot and heavy action going on next door, which made it easy for Cindy to maintain her level of arousal. But in order to avoid a repeat of her mishap with the dildo, Cindy decided to go back to fucking herself with the broom handle and sucking the artificial prick.
This provided an unexpected advantage. With the dildo covered in her own cuntjuice, Cindy was able to taste the same strong, feminine flavor in her mouth that Debbie was currently enjoying. It was therefore much easier for her to imagine that she was in Debbie's position.
See kid, you ain't the only one who can take it at both ends at once! Cindy thought as she put the dildo back in her mouth and mounted the broomstick.
US But there was one big difference-Debbie was taking it up the ass, not the cunt. And considering the sheer size and girth of Paul's cock, this was no mean feat.
"God damn, that's tight!" Paul grunted, thrusting his hips. His cock had now passed the halfway point in its journey up Debbie's ass, and the pressure on his bloated prickshaft was almost unbearable. He could feel his prick throbbing like a headache as the blood vessels in his spongy cock-meat became constricted from the pressure exerted by Debbie's ass.
But the pressure Paul felt on his prick was nothing compared to the pressure Debbie felt in her asshole. The strain of accommodating his mammoth prick in her narrow shitter canal was incredible, and the pain was absolutely excruciating. In an effort to relieve some of the tremendous tension which was building up inside her, Debbie was attacking Linda's pussy like a rabid dog, licking, biting, and worrying the tender meat of the redhead's split cunt.
In particular, Debbie was venting her wrath on Linda's clit. She was furiously laving the fleshy fuck button with her tongue and nipping it with her teeth, sending powerful shivers of delight through Linda's body. She felt helpless and vulnerable with her delicate cunt exposed to the snapping jaws of a passion-crazed teenager, and this awareness that she was completely unprotected was rapidly inspiring Linda to let herself go, and come like an animal.
"Shit, you're hot tonight!" Linda hissed, gazing down over her tits into Debbie's face. The look of wanton desire in Debbie's soft brown eyes made it appear that she had taken leave of her senses, but in fact her senses were heightened considerably by the presence of Paul's cock in her asshole and Linda's cunt in her mouth. A steady flow of lust had given her an almost superhuman amount of energy, and she was transmitting some of that energy through her dancing tongue, into Linda's receptive pussy.
"Uh-oh, you did it that time!" Linda wailed. "I'm gonna come ... now!"
All at once, her cunt expanded as if to swallow up Debbie's tongue, and it released a gush of musky cuntjuice. This sudden stream of pussy-cum into the mouth of Linda's cunt made Debbie that much hungrier for her moist, tender pussy-meat, and she began burrowing deeper and deeper into Linda's crotch.
"Yes, yes ... dig it all out! Eat me alive!" Linda shrieked, squeezing Debbie's head between her thighs and hugging the teenager's face to her boiling cunt. She was thrashing madly about on the bed, and as she did so, her hands brushed against her own tits. She immediately gripped her nipples between her fingers and began twisting them sharply, turning them into tingling, throbbing knobs. Debbie's lips and tongue were slithering around so hard and fast inside Linda's cunt that it felt like a small living creature had crawled right up inside her pussy.
"Ergh! God, this is the greatest!" Linda cried, riding the crest of her orgasm the way a surfer rides the crest of a wave. The only sensations she was aware of were the undulations of her own cuntlips and those of Debbie's hot-sucking mouth.
From his position at Debbie's rear, Paul had an excellent view of his wife as she writhed and screamed through her climax. Her frenzied reaction made his own blood boil, and he could feel the cum in his balls getting ready to rush into his cockshaft and launch into Debbie's asshole. He knew that he could get no more than half his prick up the young girl's narrow ass tube, so he contented himself with ramming the head of his prick and the first five inches of his cockshaft back and forth in her asshole. The tightness of Debbie's asshole and the lack of lubrication made his cock feel chafed and raw, but it also seemed to make the jism in his balls get hotter and hotter. Finally, the thick, milky fluid reached the boiling point and began shooting out of his piss slit, deep into Debbie's asshole in long, wet spurts.
"There goes my jizz ... right up your ass!" he roared, slapping Debbie's asscheeks with the heels of his hands.
Debbie didn't have to be told. She had just finished licking up the last of Linda's pussy cum when she felt Paul's cum burning into her tender asshole like acid. Grimacing in pain and pleasure, she tore her face away from Linda's crotch and began whimpering like a puppy as she milked Paul's jizz into her asshole.
Even though she had just come through a brain-boiling orgasm, Linda wasn't about to relax and pat herself on the back. When she realized that her husband was coming in Debbie's asshole, she scrambled off the bed and knelt down on the floor, waiting like a vulture for Paul's climax to blow over.
She didn't have to wait long. Since Paul had already shot one big wad of jism into Linda's I mouth that night, he had only a little left to squirt up Debbie's ass. After a few seconds of straining and groaning and blowing his cum, he slumped over onto Debbie's arched back, totally exhausted. That's when Linda made her move.
"Move over, honey!" she barked, practically shoving Paul off the bed. He fell drunkenly backwards, wrenched his wilting prick from Debbie's asshole, then toppled onto the floor.
In an instant Linda had taken her husband's place on the bed. She grabbed Debbie's asscheeks and spread them wide, baring the young girl's raw, raped rear passage. The brown outer ring of Debbie's asshole was now pale and milky-looking, due to the presence of Paul's cum.
That's what Linda was after. Like a hungry cat, she buried her face in Debbie's asscrack and began lapping away at the exposed rim of her shitter, drinking in Paul's salty jism. Of all the things that had happened that night, this one sight was the most thoroughly arousing, a beautiful redheaded woman eating her husband's cum out of the asshole of an equally beautiful teenaged girl.
Over in the Lane's house, Cindy couldn't believe her eyes. She had resumed the position she had started with that night-binoculars in one hand, dildo in the other, and a broomstick up her cunt- and she was completely absorbed in the goings-on in the Stevens' bedroom. She was so wrapped up in the sight of Linda's tongue dancing around on Debbie's cum-filled asshole, in fact, that she didn't even hear Kevin coming in the front door.
Down in the front hall, Kevin immediately knew that something wasn't quite right. He had returned early from his night out on the town to find the house completely dark, as if no one was home. At the same time, however, he could hear some strange moaning sounds coming from upstairs. His suspicions growing, he quietly crept up the stairs to the bathroom. He hesitated momentarily, then he stepped inside and switched on the light.
What Kevin saw when the lights came on was beyond anything he had imagined. The shock he experienced when he saw his wife sucking a dildo, fucking herself with a broom handle, and looking out the window with a pair of binoculars was unlike anything he had ever felt before.
"What in the fuck do you think you're doing?" he demanded, his voice choked with disbelief. Cindy was absolutely speechless. She cringed like night crawler when the lights came on, embarrassed beyond words that her husband had caught her red-handed. She immediately took the dildo out of her mouth, climbed off the broomstick, and lowered the binoculars, but there was just no way she could hide the evidence or explain it away.
"What're you doing with the binoculars?" Kevin asked. Almost immediately, he figured out the answer himself. "You're spying on Paul and Linda, aren't you?" he spat, his voice laden with disgust.
Cindy didn't answer, but the look of utter humiliation and shame on her face confirmed her guilt.
For several long, awful moments, neither Kevin nor Cindy could think of anything whatsoever to say. Finally, after he composed himself a bit, Kevin broke the silence.
"Look, I'm a little too drunk to trust myself right now, so if you know what's good for you, you'll get the hell out of my sight," he said ominously. "Just get your ass into bed and we'll discuss this in the morning ... Jesus, I need another drink."
Cindy was glad to escape from the bathroom, the scene of the most humiliating experience she had ever been through. She couldn't bring herself to look at Kevin as she slunk wordlessly out the door, and she was wondering if she would ever again be able to meet his eyes.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The following morning Cindy awakened from a fitful, restless sleep to find herself alone in bed. She was hoping that Kevin had gone out for the day, but she discovered upon coming downstairs that he had passed out on the couch. The nearly empty fifth of bourbon on the coffee table indicated that he was going to have one mean hangover when he awoke, which would put him in an exceptionally foul mood. In light of what had happened the night before, Cindy had no desire to be in the same house as her husband when he came to.
There was only one thing to do-leave. Acting with extreme urgency, Cindy got dressed, packed a small suitcase, and wrote a brief note of explanation for Kevin. She then hustled out of the house and headed across town to the apartment of Jim and Patty Austin, her best friends.
This proved to be a wise move. Jim and Patty were more than happy to take Cindy in, and they respected her feelings and didn't ply her with questions about her problems with Kevin. Instead, they kept her mind off her troubles with a steady stream of light conversation and simple diversions like card games.
By bedtime that night, Cindy was exhausted. She sacked out on the couch while the Austins prepared to retire to their bedroom. Within minutes she was sound asleep.
She didn't stay asleep long, though. About half an hour after she dozed off, she was awakened by the sound of a female voice whimpering with emotion. At first Cindy was a little disoriented and frightened, but then when she remembered where she was, she figured out what the sound was- Patty Austin fucking her husband.
Cindy tried to go back to sleep, but her curiosity had been aroused. She could hear soft murmurs and whispers coming from the Austin's bedroom, and she was straining her ears in the quiet of the living room in an effort to hear what was being said.
"Ow! You're biting me, honey!" Cindy heard Patty cry. "What's gotten into you tonight?"
"I don't know," came Jim's reply. "I guess looking at Cindy's gorgeous body all day has made me horny as hell!" "Shhh! She might hear you!" Patty cautioned. "Nah, she's out like a light," Jim answered. "But I'll tell ya something ... I almost feel like waking her up and inviting her to join us! Damn, what I wouldn't give to have her blow me just once!"
Her jealousy aroused, Patty immediately changed the subject, but Cindy didn't hear a word she said. Her mind was still reeling as she tried to digest Jim's remarks about her gorgeous body and how he wanted her to blow him. Cindy and Jim had been friends for ages, but never before had he expressed any feelings of lust toward her. And although Jim was good looking, Cindy had never been sexually attracted to him. But the more she thought about his remarks, the more she found herself trying to picture what it would be like to actually suck his cock. Her body grew warm and her pussy became wet as she imagined herself taking Jim's prickhead into her mouth, feeling its spongy surface with her tongue and tasting his colorless pre-cum. Since he had been merely a friend for so long, it certainly would be an odd and exciting experience for Cindy to suddenly find herself curled up between his legs, giving him a loving, passionate blow job.
Cindy was wide awake now, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep unless she made herself come first. As she tried to form a mental image of Jim Austin with his clothes off, she slipped her hand down into her panties and began massaging the raised, hairy mound of her cunt. Using two of her fingers like a pair of scissors, she peeled open the sinewy outer lips of her pussy and inserted her middle finger into the soft, mushy opening of her cunt. Her clit was sticking out from the slot of her cunt like a big, hard wart, and she immediately began poking it with her fingertip, inciting a riot in her senses. Her own soft whimpers of lust were now drowning out the murmurs which were coming from the Austin's bedroom, or at least they were until Jim practically screamed.
"Oh, Christ! Well, if I can't get Cindy to blow me, this is definitely the next best thing!" His voice then trailed off into a low, guttural grunt that was followed immediately by a series of easily recognizable mouth-on-cock noises.
The flames of desire instantly began burning much hotter in Cindy's molten pussy as the sweet, wet sounds of a blow job in progress filtered through the Austin's bedroom door. These slurping, clucking noises made it much easier for her to form a mental image of herself sucking Jim's cock, but it still wasn't as good as actually being able to see his bare, erect prick.
Just then Cindy noticed that a crack of light was visible around the frame of the Austin's bedroom door. And not only that, but the lock on the door was equipped with a big, old-fashioned keyhole that would allow her to look right into the bedroom if she so desired.
She so desired. After her humiliating experience the night before, Cindy had sworn off voyeurism for good, but her sheer horniness was now causing her to chuck her resolution. Shaking with excitement, she crawled off the couch, then sneaked quietly up to the keyhole in the Austin's bedroom door.
Cindy's body received a severe jolt when she peered in through the keyhole. There was nothing bizarre or unusual about what the Austins were doing-Patty was simply caressing Jim's cockhead with her big, soft lips-but just seeing her two oldest and dearest friends completely naked for the first time was much more stimulating than Cindy had thought it would be. The fact that they were engaged in oral sex added considerably to the impact.
Almost at once Cindy began wriggling out of her large flannel nightshirt and tight bikini panties. If she was going to watch Patty blowing Jim, she had to allow her body to breathe or risk suffering heat stroke! In a flash her light summer night clothes were in a heap on the floor and Cindy was nude.
She was now kneeling at the keyhole of the Austin's bedroom door with her legs spread and her left hand cupped over her hot, drooling pussy. Meanwhile, she twiddled her nipples with her right hand as she settled down to watch her old school chum suck her husband off.
"Mmm, yeah, I love it!" Jim crooned. "Get my prickhead good and wet ... suck it like a gum-drop!"
"Actually, I'd rather suck your cum drops!" Patty quipped, drawing a bead of Jim's pre-cum out into a long, thin strand with the tip of her finger. She then attached the little thread of jizz primer to her lips and sucked it up like a piece of chewing gum.
"Don't stop to talk ... just keep sucking!" Jim admonished, guiding Patty's mouth back onto his spit-dampened, helmet-shaped cockhead.
That was all the coaxing that Patty needed. After swallowing Jim's droplet of pre-cum, she once again fastened her mouth over his bulbous prickhead and began blowing him eagerly. She was holding his big, stiff prick steady with both hands, and since her fingernails had recently been painted with some bright-red polish, this in itself was quite a stirring sight.
But the mere sight of Patty's fingers wrapped around Jim's prickmeat could never match that of her mouth descending onto his cockhead. Her lips were proceeding like an inch-worm down over his m ivory prickshaft, engulfing it an inch at a time. Her cheeks were already bulging from the presence of his cockhead, and as she took more and more of his prick into her mouth, her face began to look truly bloated.
"That's it, keep going till you get it all in your mouth!" Jim wheezed. "I don't even wanna be able to see my balls when you're through!" In order to get a better view of his wife's mouth enveloping his prick, Jim began combing her shiny chestnut hair up over her shoulders with his fingers. Without realizing it, he was also giving Cindy a clear shot of his naked, throbbing cock.
Damn, I almost wish Patty would stop sucking Jim's cock so I could see the whole thing! Cindy thought. Her mouth was hanging open, her jaws ached, and a big streamer of spit drooled from her lower lip as she tried to imagine that it was she, and not Patty, who was blowing Jim. She wished that she had her dildo to nurse on, but she was still making do pretty well with what she had-her own two hands. Her left hand had almost completely disappeared inside her cunt by this time, and her right hand was decorating the soft white skin of her tits with numerous red welts as she maniacally attacked her own chest. She wanted to scream, to release some of the erotic tension which had gripped every cell in her body, but with Jim and Patty just a few feet away, complete silence was important.
Once she had taken the whole of Jim's prick into her mouth, Patty began to gain momentum. She quickly skimmed her puffy lips back up to the tip of his prick, only to plunge right back down to his balls again. Now that her jaws had relaxed and her husband's cock was coated with a thin film of her own spit, it was much easier to admit his throbbing cock into her throat. Soon his nine inches of thick, solid cockmeat were racing in and out of Patty's mouth like a piston and her sexy hair was snapping around like leaves in the wind as she methodically bounced her head up and down on Jim's prick.
"Damn, your mouth is even more slippery than your cunt!" Jim moaned, folding his hands behind his head. Rather than shoving Patty's head into his crotch or crushing her head between his thighs the way Kevin always did to Cindy, Jim was just going to relax, spread his legs wide, and allow his wife's mouth to do all the work.
Patty's mouth was more than up to the task. Her soft, pink lips were very versatile and extremely skilled in the art of coaxing jism out of an erect prick. On the downward strokes they fanned out like a couple of big, wet sponges that skimmed along the waxy surface of Jim's cock, bathing it in saliva. It was almost as if they were hydroplaning on his prick, and this created an odd, ticklish sensation that made Jim's flesh crawl with delight. Then on the upward strokes, Patty curled her lips over her sharp teeth and bit down fairly hard on her husband's cock, using her mouth to skim off all the spit she had left on her way down into his crotch. This created a lot of friction that made Jim's cock swell with blood and lust. It was this constant switching from subtlety to aggressiveness and back again that kept Jim's prick off guard and constantly feeling as if it were about to blow up inside his wife's undulating mouth.
"Up and down, up and down, up and down!" Jim sighed lazily, concentrating all his awareness on his crotch. In addition to the sensation of Patty's lips, tongue, and throat massaging his bulging cock, he could also feel her scratching his thighs with her long, sharp fingernails and caressing his drooping balls in the palm of her hand. And without even trying, Patty was stimulating him still further by trailing her soft, silky hair over his legs and stomach, and also by filling the air with the sound of her heavy breathing and grunting, slurping, cock-sucking noises. The steady, predictable rhythm of all these sensations was causing Jim's prick to pulsate like a heart inside his wife's mouth.
And on the other side of the bedroom door, Cindy's cunt was also throbbing at the same steady pace. The thrusts of her fingers in her pussy matched those of Patty's bobbing head, and her entire bloodstream was surging with lust. Her mouth was dry and cottony, her legs were quaking violently, and her heart was beating rapidly as she methodically fingerfucked her way to a climax. If all went well, Jim would start coming in Patty's mouth just when Cindy's pussy was beginning to erupt.
C'mon, Jim, pop your rocks! Cindy thought. I wanna see you pumping your jizz into Patty's mouth! Her cunt was aching with desire, and she knew that she had to slow her hand down a little or she would beat Jim to the orgasmic punch.
But fortunately, Jim didn't have much farther to go in his steady climb toward a climax. He was now fidgeting about on the bed as the pin-prickles of delight grew stronger in his pulsating cock. Patty's head continued to build up speed as she ravenously sucked her husband's stiff, straight prick, and soon there was just a single constant, scorching sensation of stimulation radiating from Jim's crotch to his brain.
"Steady, baby, steady!" he gasped, struggling to draw breath. "Just a couple more seconds . . ." Jim's voice then disintegrated into a banshee wail of ecstasy as his molten cum began bubbling up into his rock-hard prickshaft. The moment she felt her husband's cock swelling to pre-orgasmic proportions, Patty dived way deep down into his crotch until his prickhead was embedded in her throat and his ball-sac was pressed flat against her lips like cellophane. Her already straining jaws were rocked by a single powerful spasm as Jim's nine-inch prick unloaded its first spurt of hot, heavy jism into her throat.
The thick, creamy glob of masculine jelly burned the walls of her throat like a shot of whiskey as it slid down into her stomach. Instantly a warm, tender glow of satisfaction began radiating through Patty's svelte, naked body with the realization that she was filling her belly with her lover's cum.
The feeling that Jim was currently experiencing was anything but warm and tender. All he felt was a sense of wanton, reckless abandon as he furiously fucked his wife in the mouth like a crazed animal. Every inch of his exploding cock was surrounded by Patty's gaping mouth, and he could feel his soft, squishy balls bobbing against her lips as they frantically pumped their load of milky jism into his prickshaft. Jim always preferred a blow job over a regular fuck because his wife's mouth was so much tighter than her cunt, and also because he didn't have to waste a lot of energy thrusting his hips. All he had to do was sit there and enjoy the incredible sensation of his cum squirting out of his cockhead and straight down Patty's throat.
"Go on, baby, eat me for lunch!" Jim roared, grinding his teeth and wincing as if he were in severe pain.
With Jim making so much noise, it permitted Cindy to squeal softly under her breath and blow off a little steam. This was fortunate because at that exact moment her sweltering cunt was rupturing like a big, fat boil, releasing a flood of orgasmic fluid. Although she couldn't see Jim's cum shooting out his cock, Cindy knew that he was climaxing by the way he writhed on the bed and also by the telltale undulations of Patty's throat muscles. For that reason she decided to allow her own orgasm to erupt at the same time.
Cindy couldn't believe that she was actually watching Patty swallowing Jim's cum as she violently stroked herself through a nerve-scorching climax. She had never seen Jim look so emotional before, and she wouldn't have believed that a laid-back girl like Patty could be so aggressive when it came to giving head.
Wave after wave of exhilaration surged through Cindy's veins as her climax reached its height. The fact that she was forcing herself to be relatively quiet while she came seemed to increase the intensity of her orgasm somehow, as if she were bottling all the pleasure and tension up inside her.
And someone else had a lot of pleasure and tension built up inside her at that moment-Patty. As soon as the flow of jism from Jim's prick began to subside, the tore his cock from her throat and bolted upright, panting like a diver coming up for air.
But Patty hadn't come up from Jim's crotch merely because she wanted a breather. What she really had in mind was getting his nine inches of cock into her cunt while his prickshaft was still good and hard.
"Quick, honey, lie down on your back!" she barked, placing her hands on her husband's muscular chest, then shoving him down onto the bed. She then shimmied up on top of his prone, heaving body and positioned her dripping cunt over the head of his spit-and-cum-smeared prick. Without missing a beat, she guided the tip of his glistening cock into the mouth of her splayed pussy and thrust her hips, meshing their two wet, hairy crotches.
"Come on, baby, stay hard!" Patty snarled, raising her ass into the air and then impaling her pussy on her husband's twitching cock as hard as she possibly could.
Since he had just come in Patty's mouth, all the jism and tension had been drained from Jim's prick. But the sheer softness of her shifting, squirming cunt-meat was keeping his cock firm and erect inside her hot, slippery cunt. His prick continued its post-orgasmic percolations as she gripped it with the walls of her cunt, but no more cum came out. It was almost as if Jim's cock had the dry heaves.
"Holy fuck! I don't know how much longer I can keep it up!" he grunted, writhing on the bed and raking deep furrows in his wife's smooth, bare back with his fingernails.
"Please stay hard!" Patty wailed. "If I don't. come, I'll go crazy!"
From the look of it, Patty had already gone crazy. Her face was now completely obscured, as her lovely chestnut hair had spilled down over her forehead and clung to her sweaty cheeks and drooling lips. She was supporting herself on her arms, and as she furiously rocked her hips back and forth, her big, ripe tits jiggled and shook like a burlesque dancer's. She was also pressing her legs firmly against Jim's, which made them look unusually large and masculine, and each time she raised her big, round ass into the air, she inadvertently spread her cheeks and bared the puckered brown ring of her naked asshole. And on top of all that, her voice had a strange, husky quality.
"God damn it, get me off!" she roared. "I need a good come!"
Meanwhile, on the other side of the keyhole, Cindy was going ape-shit. She couldn't believe that Patty Austin, sweet, gentle and easygoing Patty Austin, had assumed the dominant sexual position and was now fucking her husband like a bitch in heat. Cindy had always gotten the impression that Patty wasn't all that keen on sex, but now she could see very clearly that she had been dead wrong.
It was this element of surprise that was really turning Cindy on. Her first orgasm had just begun to wane when Patty pulled her head up from Jim's crotch, but her climax immediately came back when Patty mounted her husband from the top and began impaling her cunt on his cock.
Shit, no wonder those two always seem so happy! Cindy thought enviously. I wish Kevin and I had a sex life as good as theirs! All coherent thoughts were then swept from Cindy's mind as yet another climax erupted inside her soft pussy. She was squatting on her haunches with her hand buried up to the wrist in her cunt, clawing and scratching and pulling the orgasms out of the depths of her pussy the way a magician plucks rabbits from a hat.
All of a sudden a piercing, blood-curdling scream made Cindy's entire body start in fright. It sounded like a murder was being committed in the Austin's bedroom, but it was only Patty reaching a climax.
"Oh, fuck, I love to feel your cock in my cunt!" she whined. "It's so fucking big and hard and good!" Sucking Jim's cock had gotten her primed for her own orgasm, and it had taken only a few good, hard thrusts of her hips to send her pussy into fits of ecstasy.
"That's it, baby ... let it all hang out!" Jim murmured tenderly, pulling Patty's soft, squirming body down on top of his. He had begun to match each thrust of her hips with one of his own in order to help her more fully enjoy the delightful friction between his prick and her cunt.
Patty's big, beautiful ass continued to rise and fall for another thirty seconds as she gagged her cunt on her husband's cock, forcing it to spit up all its hot, sticky pussy-cum. Jim wasn't able to reach another climax, but he was able to keep his prick good and hard for the duration of his wife's orgasm. Finally, when no more energy or tension or cum was left in her sweaty, glistening body, Patty crumpled onto Jim's sturdy frame as if she had been mortally wounded. She didn't speak or stir for a long time, and Jim didn't even attempt to move her. All he did was switch off the bedside lamp and shut his eyes, all the while stroking Patty's bare, supple back and patting her ass-cheeks.
As soon as the Austin's bedroom went dark, all the erotic excitement left Cindy's body and her crunching multiple orgasm fizzled out like a damp firecracker. Almost at once a feeling of guilt and remorse descended upon her as she plucked her hand from her sore, spent cunt. She couldn't believe that she had stooped to spying on her best friends while they made love.
Jesus, I must be really sick! she thought dejectedly as she gathered up her clothes and silently returned to the couch. She knew that, from that point on, all she would be able to think of when she was around the Austins was the way Patty's mouth had looked as it sucked Jim's nine-inch cock. It just seemed that lately Cindy felt that she was becoming more and more obsessed with sex, and she was beginning to wonder if something was wrong with her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The Austins persuaded Cindy to stay with them the entire weekend, and just as she had guessed, she felt uncomfortable around them after watching them fuck without their knowledge. She only stayed because the thought of returning to Kevin made her even more uneasy.
But then Monday morning arrived and Cindy had to face the fact that it was time to go home. She hung around until the early afternoon so that she would be certain that Kevin would be at work when she got home, then she packed her bag and set out on her return journey across town. She felt miserable and depressed when she got home, and she immediately trudged upstairs with the intention of taking a nap. She got a severe, nasty surprise when she encountered Kevin at the doorway to the bedroom, however.
"What are you doing here?" Cindy gasped, half in surprise, half in fright.
"Well, I thought it was my duty to be here when you got back. I was worried about you," Kevin answered, his voice tender and compassionate. "Besides, I had a couple of odd jobs to take care of around the house!"
Cindy was puzzled. She knew that a few minor chores had to be done to ready the house for winter, but there was certainly nothing worth taking a day off work for.
"Uh ... so what kind of odd jobs have you been doing?" she asked, partially because she was genuinely curious and partially because she wanted to avoid the subject of their Friday night showdown.
"C'mon, I'll show you!" Kevin replied with a smile. He then took Cindy by the hand and led her into the bedroom.
Cindy emitted a gasp when she saw what her husband had done to the bedroom. All four walls and the ceiling had been adorned with large, brightly lit mirrors, and there was a collection of smaller hand mirrors piled up on the bedside table. Then, as she was inspecting Kevin's redecorating job, Cindy noticed a bottle of champagne and a small card sitting on the bed. Still overcome with wonder and surprise, she picked up the card and read its brief message: I thought this would be a good way for us to reflect our love for each other. Welcome home, baby!
Love, Kevin With tears of joy welling up in her eyes, Cindy turned and faced her husband. But as happy as she was, she was still a little perplexed.
"I'm really touched that you went to so much trouble to prepare a welcome-home present," she sniffed. "But why mirrors?"
"It's very simple!" Kevin laughed. "Saturday night when you were gone, I decided to take a peek into Paul and Linda's bedroom to see if I could figure out what it was that you found so exciting. Well, I got so horny watching them fuck that I ended up jerking off! I still felt like a bit of an asshole spying on them, though, but then I got the idea that we probably looked every bit as good fucking. So today I got a bunch of mirrors and ... well, you can see what I did! I figured if we're gonna watch two people making love, it might as well be us!"
The idea had never even occurred to Cindy before, but as she glanced around the room at all the mirrors and tried to envision what she and Kevin would look like getting it on from all angles, she immediately began to grow hot and randy.
"So, you wanna give it a try?" Kevin asked, fixing his wife with a look of intense desire.
"You bet I do!" Cindy panted. Already her mind was cooking up ways to put the mirrors to good use. She had begun to loosen her light, clingy blouse as she spoke, and she caught herself glancing into one of the huge wall-length mirrors to see what she looked like undressing.
She had to admit that she liked what she saw. As her blouse fell open in the front, it exposed her deep cleavage and the lacy fabric of her bra cups, snowy white against her deeply tanned skin. Her cunt began to throb when the blouse slipped away completely, revealing her soft, round shoulders, draped with her shiny, golden hair. Cindy was so wrapped up in her own reflection that she didn't even notice that Kevin had also begun undressing.
Cindy's shoes went next, followed quickly by her, jeans. She felt the first trickles of her pussy juice soaking into her tight blue panties when she bared her firm, white thighs. Her cunt felt so damp and hot that she decided to pull her panties down along with her pants. Keeping her jeans bunched around her knees, she slid her panties down to where she could grab the waistbands of both garments at the same time, then she quickly slipped them off, leaving herself naked from the waist down.
Vanity got the better of Cindy for a moment, and she found herself using the mirror to comb her thatch of blonde cunt hair into a nice, neat triangle. Then, satisfied that her pussy looked as good as it possibly could, she reached behind her back, unfastened her bra, and bared her big, buoyant tits as well. She was now completely naked, and she was also completely absorbed in how beautiful and alluring she looked. What really fascinated her was the way the bright, bikini-shaped areas of untanned skin around her waist and chest highlighted her tits, her cunt, and her dense tuft of curly pubic hair. Glancing into the mirror behind her, Cindy saw that the same effect had also emphasized what was perhaps her best feature-her snowy white ass.
"Now you know why I love to fuck you so much!" Kevin murmured, moving over to Cindy's side. The sight of his naked body next to hers really got Cindy's blood circulating. His slender six-inch cock was sticking straight out from his hairy crotch. It was throbbing slightly, and a thin ribbons of colorless pre-cum hung suspended from his piss slit.
"You wanna see how my mouth looks on your cunt?" Kevin asked, nuzzling Cindy's neck.
"You bet I do!" Cindy answered, her voice ragged with lust. "But first let me offer you a drink of champagne!"
"Fuck the champagne!" Kevin growled. "Let's save it for the post-fuck celebration!"
"If that's what you want," Cindy replied coyly, settling onto the bed and taking the bottle of champagne in her hands. "I just thought a little drink of the old bubbly might put you more in the mood!" She then unscrewed the plastic stopper in the bottle, spread her legs, raised her cunt into the air, and poured a few ounces of champagne into the gaping mouth of her pussy.
"On second thought, I guess I could use a drink!" Kevin slobbered, licking his lips. With trembling legs, a pounding heart, and a twitching cock, he crawled up between his wife's legs and prepared to drink the champagne out of her cunt.
Cindy had poured the wine into her pussy merely as an added incentive for her husband to eat her out, but she soon discovered another unexpected advantage. The sparkling beverage bubbled and fizzed as it settled down into her cunt, creating an odd tingle in her crotch that made her squirm with randy agitation. It almost felt as if a colony of ants was crawling around inside her pussy. In addition, some of the champagne had spilled onto her cunt hair and matted it down, and as a result it looked as if her fuck-hole was overflowing with the hot, sticky juice of her pussy.
"Okay, honey ... drink up!" Cindy hissed, settling back on the pillow. She could see the reflection of her husband's handsome head in the large overhead mirror as he lowered his mouth to the moist, twitching lips of her cunt.
Right away Cindy could tell that this was going to be the most exciting fuck of her life. She felt the same thrill she had always experienced when watching a man eating a woman's pussy, but this time the sensation was much stronger, for it was her own hot, aching cunt that was being kissed. It was the best of both worlds. She was both spectator and participant. A muff dive had never felt-or looked-any better!
And from Kevin's point of view, cunt-licking had never tasted any better. Intoxicated by the heady fragrance of champagne and pussy musk, he pursed his lips over Cindy's cuntlips and took a long, slow drink. Instantly his mouth became filled with a delicious mixture of wine and pussyjuice, a cocktail with a kick stronger than anything he had ever tasted. The addition of champagne to Cindy's pussy had been sheer genius, for it provided ample liquid to savor and swallow, rather than the usual drop or two of girlie juice. Like a man too long deprived of water, Kevin began gulping down the sweet nectar of his wife's delectable cunt, driving Cindy crazy with delight in the process.
"Oh, God, your mouth feels so warm!" Cindy gushed, thrashing on the bed. "And you look so good with your head in my crotch!"
The problem, if any, with the addition of so many mirrors to the bedroom was that Cindy simply couldn't decide where to focus her attention. It was as if she was watching a film of her husband licking her pussy, and each of the mirrors represented a different camera angle. By looking directly overhead, Cindy was treated to a full-length view of Kevin's naked body-his dark, handsome head, his broad, rippling shoulders, his tensed, meaty ass-lying between her legs. Then, by glancing into the mirror at the foot of the bed, she could look right up between her husband's legs at his dangling, hairy balls. They were bouncing and shaking like a punching bag each time she shifted his mouth in her elastic cunt-meat. And, of course, all Cindy had to do was glance to either side of the bed to see a profile of her own heaving tits as they rose and fell in time with her racing heart.
And Cindy hadn't even begun to utilize the hand mirrors. Suddenly remembering them, she grabbed one off the bedside table, then lowered it to her crotch for a close-up view of Kevin's tongue dancing on her bare, champagne-soaked pussy.
"Damn, my cunt is so red inside!" she gasped as her splayed fuck-hole came into view in the little mirror. "It's hard to tell where my pussy ends and your tongue begins!"
Kevin's tongue had snaked way deep down inside his wife's glistening cunt in search of every last drop of succulent champagne. The taste of Cindy's wine-and-pussy cocktail had made him so horny that he wasn't going to be satisfied until he had drunk her cunt dry. Around and around his tongue went inside her moistened fuck-hole, slurping up every droplet of fluid it could reach. He had pried her leathery pussylips open with his fingers and inserted his nose into her cunt along with his mouth, sniffing the exotic aroma of her spiked pussy. Soon his entire face was pressed flat against the raised, hairy mound of Cindy's cunt as he gorged himself on her naked crotch.
"That's it ... dig right in!" Cindy bellowed approvingly. Her gaze was fastened to the little hand mirror, and it provided her with a unique thrill to have such clear pictures of her husband's cunt licking to complement the hot, raw sensations of animal pleasure which were shooting through her crotch like lightning bolts. Cindy was thrusting her hips now, raising her ass off the bed and encouraging Kevin to take his fill of her tender, tasty cunt-meat. She wanted him to keep going deeper and deeper into her pussy until she came right in his face.
But suddenly and without warning, Kevin removed his head from Cindy's hairy, sweaty crotch and sat upright, panting heavily.
"No, no ... don't stop!" Cindy wailed. "I was just about to come!"
"Don't worry, baby, I ain't through licking your cunt yet," Kevin assured her. "I just wanna freshen my drink, that's all!" He then grabbed the bottle of champagne and lowered it to within an inch of Cindy's simmering cunt. He was just about to pour some of the wine into her receptive pussy when a strong, savage desire overcame him and he shoved the neck of the bottle right up inside her cunt.
"Jesus Christ! What the fuck are you doing?" Cindy screamed. At first she was a little worried that the bottle might harm her delicate pussy, but she quickly abandoned her protests and spread her legs wide to admit the big, solid glass cylinder when she felt its sheer hardness boring into her. The bottle neck was every bit as stiff and straight as her dildo, and with a torrent of champagne pouring into her pussy, it was like having a big, hard cock squirting a quart of cum up her cunt.
"Oh, my God, that's incredible!" Cindy shrieked. "I think I'm gonna come!"
At the mention of the word come, Kevin tore the nearly empty bottle out of Cindy's cunt, then dived back down between her legs. Her pussy was absolutely brimming with champagne, and he immediately began chug-a-lugging the clear, sparkling wine from her saturated cunthole.
That was all Cindy needed to reach a climax. The contrast in feelings that she experienced in those few seconds-from having her pussy filled with bubbly champagne to having a vacuum crated inside it by Kevin's gulping mouth-made her head spin, and she felt her orgasm hitting her system like a powerful, mind-alerting drug.
"Oh, God, I'm going crazy!" she wailed. Glancing up into the overhead mirror, she was shocked by how wild and demented her facial expression was. Her eyes were wide and vacant, her cheeks were flushed, and her entire body was gyrating through a series of acrobatic orgasmic convulsions. And the sight of Kevin's head buried in her crotch only made her climax grow stronger.
"Take me, Kevin, take me!" Cindy screamed. "Oh, God, how I love you!" As she gazed down again into the little hand-held mirror, her eyes met Kevin's and he gave her a lewd wink. He still had his tongue buried in her cunt, and he was energetically lapping up the combination of champagne and pussy-cum which was gushing out of his wife's cunt. He loved the way Cindy's wine-soaked cunt tasted as it climaxed into his mouth, but he was getting anxious to replace his tongue with is cock inside her boiling pussy.
"Harder! Faster! Lick my clit!" Cindy shrieked, pressing the hand mirror even closer to her rupturing cunt.
Kevin immediately followed the command, but he was now just biding his time until his wife's climax blew over. He was really looking forward to fucking her. But in the meantime he concentrated all his energy on licking Cindy's clit as she had so passionately requested. He peeled open her cunt-lips with his fingers to allow her to see her own clit in the mirror, then he began stabbing her little fuck button with his tongue, triggering a second thunderous orgasm in Cindy's crotch.
"Oh, fuck, I can see you licking my clit!" she bellowed.
Kevin patiently continued to lick his wife's clit for a little while longer until he sensed that her climax was ebbing. Only then did he remove his tongue from her cunt and prepare to fuck her.
"Are you ready to feel my big, hard cock in your pussy?" he asked, licking his lips. Now that his face was no longer buried in his wife's crotch, he could also look into the mirrors which surrounded them on all sides. The sight of his wife's pussy-cum and cunt hairs clinging to his sweaty face filled him with an almost unbearable surge of lust.
"Yes, yes ... put it to me!" Cindy answered excitedly. "I wanna feel your cock in my cunt, and I also wanna see it going in!" She was still holding the little mirror beside her pussy, and she was waiting impatiently for her husband to shimmy up into the classic fucking position. This he did in a frenzy, and soon the light-purple head of his throbbing prick was pointing straight down at the mouth of Cindy's cunt.
"Okay ... watch this!" Kevin rumbled, taking his cock in his hand. He and Cindy both had their eyes glued to the little hand mirror for a close-up shot of his prick sinking in to her wet, receptive pussy.
Almost immediately Cindy began climaxing again. Simultaneously seeing and feeling her husband's cock in her cunt was just too much stimulation for her to handle.
"Oh, God, this is the greatest!" Cindy cried, turning her attention to the large overhead mirror. "Honey, I think we've found the secret!"
Kevin had to agree. As he furiously pounded his cock into his wife's cunt, he began glancing around at all the mirrors, taking in the sight of his body slamming against hers from all angles. These multiple reflections of their naked, churning bodies assaulted his mind with hundreds of erotic impulses, and he could feel his cock tightening up like a railroad spike inside the velvety glove of Cindy's pussy. Every one of his senses was overwhelmed by his wife's sheer beauty and femininity. He could still taste and smell the champagne he had drunk from her pussy, he could see her gorgeous body everywhere he looked, he could hear her groaning and whimpering as she came, best of all, he could feel the soft, tender walls of her cunt jerking off his churning cock.
"Come on, baby, drain the jizz out of my balls!" Kevin panted, kicking into high gear. "I just wanna ... come!"
Moments later he was doing exactly that. His prick suddenly swelled up like a blowfish inside Cindy's soft, searing cunt, then it exploded, releasing streams of thick, hot cum. Warm, gooey jism coated the inside of her pussy and the outside of his cock like honey, frying their senses and sending them into a screaming fit of orgasmic ecstasy.
"Oh, shit. . ." was all Cindy could scream.
"Son of a fucking bitch!" Kevin roared, echoing her sentiments.
Neither of them had ever felt anything like it. Being able to watch themselves in the mirrors as their bodies intertwined in passion added a new dimension of intimacy to their lovemaking that they wouldn't have believed existed. The reflection of Kevin and her in the overhead mirror suddenly seemed to grow to incredible proportions as a multiple climax unfolded inside Cindy's cunt, and she completely forgot where she was. She wasn't sure if she passed out or not, but she did know that her orgasm seemed to last forever, with the mirror images of her husband and herself floating around in the room like a dream. When at last she came down from her orgasmic joyride, she found herself totally drained, with a smiling, panting Kevin crawling off of her.
"Wow!" he said, shaking his head. "I could use a drink!" He then grabbed the nearly empty bottle of champagne, took a slug, and handed it to Cindy. "A spot of wine, my dear?"
"Please!" Cindy gasped, taking the bottle in her trembling hand. She savored a sip of the champagne, then she smiled contentedly at her naked, handsome husband. "Here's looking at us!" she laughed, toasting their reflection in the overhead mirror.
