The facade of respectability often crumbles with remarkable swiftness once its protective armor has been pierced.
The relatively minor investigation into the conduct of one police officer results in the discovery of massive corruption within the force. A routine check by the government of a corporation's finances turns up damning evidence of widespread tax evasion, graft, kickbacks, bribes and payoffs. Insignificant-looking cysts reveal malignant tumors.
And what of the facade of righteousness and Puritan morality in the tree-shaded suburbs of middle-class America?
What really goes on behind those freshly painted doors? Is depravity the exclusive pastime of the poor and uneducated, as many of the more fortunate would like to think?
SPYING ON THE NEIGHBORS is the serious and shocking story of one town, and in particular, one of its residents, Paula Lawrence, an attractive young schoolteacher. Her story reveals in startling detail some of the taboo practices a number of the town's inhabitants indulge in. A novel that reveals a clandestine society. Food for serious thought.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Paula Lawrence was walking home in the dark. She'd heard often enough that it was risky for women to walk alone, but it was a small town, and she wasn't too worried about being raped. I should only live so long, she thought wryly.
She was twenty-eight years old, unmarried, and she taught first grade at the local elementary school. She was a tall leggy brunette with a rather spectacular figure, but she downplayed her looks by wearing boxy suits and a severe hairdo. She was also a shy and lonely person, and tonight, she had to admit, she was achingly horny.
As she walked quickly homeward on the streets of her little town, Paula looked wistfully at the passing couples, especially the ones who were still obviously in love, who could hardly keep their hands off each other. She wanted so much to have a man of her own. Her body was starved for it.
She'd had only one love affair in her whole life, in college, with a guy named Tommy. They'd become engaged, and then Paula felt it was all right to go to bed with him. Unfortunately, Tommy soon got interested in someone else and broke off the engagement. But Paula never forgot those few nights of love-making and the way her untrained body had responded with violent natural passion.
That had been eight long years ago, and she hadn't been fucked since then. She kept telling herself that her work was enough, but she knew it wasn't true. Night after night she tossed and turned in her bed, so horny she couldn't sleep until she did something to appease that insistent need. She was ashamed to bring herself off with her own hand, but what else could she do?
She couldn't stand looking at all those couples any more. Everyone seemed to be in pairs but her. She turned off the main street and into an alley. That way she probably wouldn't run into other people. It was very dark and spooky there, with no street lights, but her eyes soon made the adjustment.
Then she saw something that made her stop still.
About halfway down the alley there was a small house with a brightly lit bedroom window. No one had pulled the curtains. And in the bedroom a young couple were making love.
Paula drew closer as if drawn by a magnet. She knew she shouldn't spy, but she found herself abruptly and powerfully aroused by the scene. She walked to the edge of the back yard, perhaps twenty feet from the window, and stared. The couple were slowly undressing each other, stopping often to kiss and caress.
She knew them. They were Patty and Lester Brown, both in their mid-twenties. Lester drove a bread truck, and their oldest child was in Paula's class. They seemed such a healthy, wholesome, all-American couple that Paula could scarcely imagine them fucking-but it certainly looked as if they were about to do just that.
Lester was a big beefy blonde guy with boyish features. Patty was a petite redhead with a curvy little figure. They both looked wholesome enough to do milk commercials, but here they were pawing each other like animals in heat, faces flushed, hair tousled. When Paula unwittingly arrived on the scene, Lester was down to his pants and Patty was stripped to her bra and panties.
They were kissing hungrily, and Paula could see their jaw muscles working as they thrust their tongues deep into each other's mouth. The front of Lester's pants was sharply tented with a huge erection. Patty clung to him, wantonly rubbing her belly against his hard-on. The window was open a little, and Paula could hear their hard fast breathing.
"Oh, honey," Patty gasped, "I want you so bad, but I'm afraid the kids will come in and see us." Lester grinned. "Not to worry," he said. "They're plugged into the TV. It's cartoon time. But just to be sure...."
He crossed the room quickly and locked the bedroom door. Patty breathed an audible sigh of relief. "Damn kids," she laughed. "I love 'em to death, but they can be a real drag at times."
"Not this time," said Lester, returning to her. "If they pound at the door, we'll say we're taking a nap. Now just forget about the kids, baby doll, and prepare for a good long fuck."
Patty blushed-and so did Paula. She sometimes used dirty words in her thoughts, but she wasn't used to hearing them spoken. Lester was clearly so horny he didn't care what he said. His bright blue eyes swept up and down Patty's enticingly curved little body, and the swelling in his crotch seemed to grow even bigger.
"Let's take off the rest of our clothes, sugar," he said huskily.
Still blushing, but plainly eager, Patty reached around to unhook her bra. She certainly had a delicious little figure, Paula thought. Patty stood no more than five feet two, but she had large round breasts the size of grapefruits, tits so plump and ripe that they seemed about to pop from her tight pink bra. Her waist was tiny, her butt round and firm, her legs good. She had a redhead's extremely white flawless skin, smooth and silky all over her body.
"Come on, baby, take it off," Lester teased, "take it all off ... "
Patty laughed and unhooked the bra. She breathed a big sigh of comfort as the tight elastic band popped away, and she drew the garment off and tossed it carelessly aside. Her ripe round boobs didn't really need the support anyhow. They stuck straight out, firm and jutting, capped with small pink nipples.
Lester reached out to cup and gently squeeze his wife's saucy thrusting tips. Patty quivered and gave a little gasp of excitement. He rubbed his thumbs over her soft pink nipples, and almost instantly the pretty cones went erect and rigid.
"You got the prettiest tits I ever saw," Lester said warmly.
"Oh," Patty teased, "you've seen lots of tits, then?"
He laughed. "Sure, dozens of girls were after me before I met you. I had to beat 'em off with a club."
He fondled her jiggling creamy tits more aggressively, and his breathing got louder. Patty sighed, and her green eyes looked a little glassy with lust. She reached for his belt buckle and got it open quickly. She started tugging at the zipper of his pants.
"Careful," he chuckled. "If you catch my cock in that zipper, we're both out of luck."
Patty giggled. "I'll be careful, believe me," she said.
She inched the zipper down ever so slowly and gently, then tugged his pants down to his ankles. Lester stepped out of them, clad only in jockey shorts. The tight-fitting briefs made his erection even more lewdly apparent. His thick hard prick made an enormous bulge. Patty eyed it longingly and reached for the waistband of his shorts.
"Uh-uh," Lester laughed, holding her hands away. "Your turn."
She blushed and stepped back a little, still looking hungrily at the huge tent of his crotch. Lester seized her pink bikini panties and started inching them down, while Patty blushed and panted. Bright little red hairs into view, and then her whole flame-colored little muff. It was a small thick triangle of springy curls, the same color as the hair on her head.
"Oh, baby," Lester sighed.
He slipped her panties down to her small feet and helped her step out of them. Kneeling before her, he cupped her pert little ass and pulled her against him, burying his face in her pretty coppery muff. Paula heard a snuffling noise, and Patty gave a shrill little cry.
"Ohhh, Les," she moaned, curling her fingers in his hair.
She thrust her belly forward, rubbing her red muff against his face. Paula saw Lester draw back just a little, and then his tongue shot out, red and wet and glistening. He wriggled Iris tongue between the furry lips of Patty's mons and tickled the tiny pink dot of her clit.
"Ahhhh, God," Patty whined.
Paula felt herself going red and hot all over, a strange dizzy melting feeling in her crotch. No man had ever done that to her. Tommy, her only lover, had been very conservative in bed. But Paula could well imagine how delicious it would feel to have a man lick her clit, the most sensitive organ of her body.
Lester's red wet tongue teased Patty's little button for a few moments, while she tugged at his hair and whined her pleasure. Then she sighed and pushed him away. She backed off a little jerkily, and Paula could see bright glistening pussy juice trickling down her inner thighs.
"Your turn," said Patty.
Lester stood up, grinning, and his totally naked wife seized his shorts and started tugging them down. She had some difficulty getting the tight garment over his enormous erection, and they both laughed. Paula found herself creeping closer to the window, actually entering the Brown's back yard.
She approached within five feet, her eyes wide....
At last Patty got her husband's shorts off. Lester kicked them aside and stood there looking at Patty with almost feverish hunger, and she returned his look, her green eyes focused hotly on his long stiff cock. Paula eyed it, too, unable to look away.
Lester's cock was perhaps seven inches long and very thick, a great pale white sausage with small blue veins. The head of his dick was swollen up into a hard purple knob, its little slit mouth leaking a bright bubble of juice. His pubic thatch was blond like his head, and his rosy balls, tight balloons of flesh, had a light covering of blond down.
Patty stared and stared at her husband's huge hard dick. She licked her lips and made a continual sighing noise. More sparkling cream dripped down her inner thighs. She seemed hypnotized by the sight of his cock-and Paula could understand that feeling. She, too, couldn't look at anything else.
"Like what you see, baby?" Lester laughed.
Patty blushed hotly, but she grinned. "Well, I couldn't help admiring it," she said.
"Well, I'm flattered," Lester replied. "You can go on looking at it if you want, but I think it'd be more fun to use it."
As if to emphasize his words, his pale sausage-shaped prick gave a horny twitch, weaving heavily before him, and it leaked another big bubble of juice. His straining long erection was too heavy to stand up and hug his belly. Instead it wagged before him like a lewd flag.
Patty blinked and finally managed to galvanize herself into action. Moaning softly, she walked up to her grinning husband and sank to her knees before him. Her small white hand crept up to cup his large swollen rosy balls, gently and rhythmically massaging them. Her little pink tongue snaked out and tickled the fat hard base of his erect dick.
"Ummm, hey," Lester snorted, "nice ... Yeah, lick me a little, baby, but watch out. I'm ready to shoot right now, I'm so friggin' horny."
"Lester, your language," Patty giggled, giving his balls a playful squeeze.
"Lester, your language," he imitated in a high squeaky voice. "Honey, there's no other word for it. I am HORNY."
Patty laughed and went back to her little game, massaging his big red nut sacs in her little hand, licking mischievously up and down his long rigid pale prick. Her small gleaming pink tongue skipped and tickled from his yellow pubic thatch right up to the tight-swollen purple head of his dick. She even lapped up his bubbling cream and ate it....
Paula stood right outside the window watching it all, her mouth hanging open. She'd never experienced anything at all like what this young couple was doing. Of course she'd read about such things, about oral sex, but it was still very exciting to actually see it being done. She could well imagine how great it felt for both of them. She and Tommy had never tried those kinky variations of love-making. All he'd ever wanted to do was climb on her and ball....
"Oh, hey, baby," Lester whined, "go easy ... Don't wanta make me come yet...."
Once more Patty had lapped and licked all the way up his long pale rod, swishing her bright little tongue around the swollen prick-head, lapping up his cream. Now she was nibbling teasingly at the ripe rosy meat, her little white teeth barely grazing the sensitive flesh of his cock head. She obviously loved licking and tasting her husband's cock, using her mouth on it.
Paula thought about doing that to a man, licking and nibbling and tasting his cock, and again that strange dizzy melting feeling went through her. Her crotch felt flaming hot, and she felt a trickle of hot juice from her cunt, moistening her panties. She realized that she was hotly, wickedly, aroused, and yet she couldn't seem to draw herself away from the window.
"Goddammit, Patty," Lester laughed, "you wanta get a face full of come? Cut it out, already." He was panting and red-faced, highly aroused by his wife's naughty tongue play and greedy nibbling of his swollen dick. He bent and seized her under the arms, lifting her effortlessly to her feet, turned her toward the bed, and gave her a little smack on the ass.
"Hit the sack, woman," he said, "and prepare to do your duty."
Patty giggled and walked over to the bed, still licking her lips for the last lingering taste of his cock juice. She, too, was highly aroused, her pussy dribbling a steady stream of cream, her tits swollen up firm and tight, the pink nipples pointed and hard. She climbed into the bed and assumed a wanton lewd position on her back, opening her legs wide and drawing up her knees.
Patty's slit was lovely, a gleaming healthy pink with a delicate fringe of red curls. Her cunt mouth was tiny and shadowed, just a miniscule hole between the plump rosy lips of her pussy. Between the copper-furred lips of her mons, her tiny clit stuck out, lewd and erect, a wet pink button.
"Hurry, Les," she said huskily. "I want you so bad...."
But now it was his turn to tease. He approached the bed slowly, gawking at her exposed wet gash, and stopped, looking down at his enormous wagging hard-on. He wiggled it at her, the great sausage-prick shaking heavily, dripping juice.
"Now is that a hard-on, or is that a hard-on?" he said. "You sure are a lucky woman."
"Oh, Lester, you show-off," Patty giggled. "I bet you'd dig having an audience."
Paula blushed furiously, right down to her toes. That's what SHE was ... an audience. She'd been so absorbed in the scene that she hadn't considered till this moment exactly what she was doing. She recognized it in a rush of shame and embarrassment. She was peeping. She was spying on naked people who were about to fuck-and she was getting violently turned on by it.
She wondered at herself. She'd read about peepers, but they were always men, lonely messed-up guys who couldn't handle flesh-and-blood women, guys who got their kicks by watching others and jacking off. Was she like one of those creeps?
No, no, it couldn't be true. She was a normal healthy woman who was naturally aroused by the thought and sight of sex. She didn't have a man of her own, so naturally she was horny a lot. But why was she getting off on peeping? It seemed so filthy and degenerate ... Yet she could NOT make herself move away from that window.
Instead she crept closer, her nose almost against the pane, confident that Patty and Lester were too absorbed in each other to glance her way. Her heart pounded at the thought of the wicked thing she was doing, but the attraction was too great. Her pussy boiled with need, and the crotch of her panties was soaked with her hot sticky cream.
"Cut the crap and get over here, Lester," Patty was laughing.
Lester was going through some kind of mock muscle-man routine, posing, flexing his biceps, leering ludicrously at Patty. "Aren't you turned on by the sight of my gorgeous bod?" he said.
"Naw, I only want you for your cock," Patty teased back. "For God's sake, Les, come here...."
She wriggled her little round ass in horny need, and more bright cream leaked from her wantonly exposed cnt mouth. Lester finally stopped posing and went over to the bed, completely serious now. His huge pale prick, wagging heavily before him, leakirfg a big glob of juice. He eyed Patty's tiny wet twat mouth and heaved a big horny sigh.
"Oh, woman," he said, "are you gonna get balled...."
"Talk, talk, talk," sighed Patty, 'all I get is talk ... "
Lester suddenly seized her slim ankles and pulled her toward the edge of the bed, till her pert little butt rested just on the edge. He lifted her legs up and set her heels on his broad shoulders. He leaned forward and poked the huge wet purple head of his dick into her steamy little cunt mouth. Patty gasped with excitement and thrust her hips forward sharply, making the big bulbous head of his cock pop into her flooded little hole.
"Ohhh, Les," she whined, "ball meeee...."
He just stood there holding her legs splayed, his hard throbbing cock only a teasing inch inside her horny little box. He was grinning mischievously.
Lester grinned and suddenly rammed his long thick cock into her, thrusting all the way in one rough poke, his fat swollen balls coming to rest against her wet pink pussy. Patty gave a loud hoarse cry of delight. It was good she was loud, for outside the window Paula gasped, too, her cry drowned out by Patty's.
"Oh, God," Paula moaned.
She watched Lester's deliciously thick hard cock plunging up Patty's tight little hair-fringed hole, splitting her dainty pink pussylips, stretching them widely-and she remembered with a moan of horny anguish how wonderful it had felt when Tommy did that to her, that first delicious thrust of his swollen meat into her wet scalding box.
She swayed dizzily, almost falling against the window, and she whined with need as she watched Lester Brown fuck his wife. Damn, damn it all, she wanted that marvelous big stiff cock for herself ... Her pussy ached with the stored-up need of eight lonely years. She'd have given anything to get laid just then.
Lester pulled Patty's shapely legs farther up over his shoulders, impaling her deeply on his long hard cock. He slipped his hands under her writhing little ass to hold her tight against him, and then he began to fuck her in deep quick hard strokes. Patty seemed to go out of her mind with pleasure, squealing, clawing the bed, her pert little face twisted in a horny grimace.
"Fuck meee," she wailed, "fuck me hard, HARD ... Oh, God, Les, it's sooo good ... Oh, ball me, baby, screw me ... I love it"
Lester fucked her vigorously, almost violently, a smug horny grin on his flushed face as he watched his pretty red-haired wife going crazy with pleasure, writhing and slamming her pussy in time to his strokes. Patty's cream gushed out, reamed from her tight nipping box by his thick jerking meat. The steamy juice soaked his flapping balls and pooled on the bed.
"You dig it, don't you, baby?" he panted. "You really love it when I ball you."
"Oh, Christ, yes," Patty whined. "You're the best, darling, the absolute best ... Ohhhh, don't stop ... Fuck me harder, harder...."
Outside the window Paula was trembling violently, her eyes glued feverishly to the loudly rutting couple. She knew it was wicked and depraved of her to watch such a private and intimate thing, but she couldn't tear herself away. She was shaking all over with need, her cunt juice soaking right through her panties and running down her legs.
"Oh, God," she moaned softly, "why not me? Why can't I have it, too?"
She'd asked herself that question so many times. She knew she was pretty and had a damned good figure, but she never seemed to attract men. They seemed to think of her as an old maid schoolteacher, and her shyness came off as coldness. Still it seemed so insane and unfair. Her body was young and ripe and ready, with no one to take it....
She focused hotly on Lester's jerking rump, his tight small butt slamming back and forth as he furiously fucked his squealing wife. His big rosy balls slapped back and forth lewdly, and his belly met Patty's with a loud smack. Sweat dripped and gleamed on his back. He loved to fuck, and fuck hard-lucky Patty....
Patty had her legs are far apart as she could get them, resting her knees on his broad sweaty shoulders, and her eyes were rolling aimlessly. Her mouth hung open, emitting shrill animal sounds of ecstasy, as she took the repeated hard deep thrusts of her husband's huge erect cock. She clawed the bed and moaned steadily.
"Ooooo," Patty whined, "eeee ... So fuckin' good, baby ... Love it ... Love the way you fuck meeee...."
Paula had never been so uninhibited when Tommy made love to her, never cried out dirty words, never praised his performance. She could understand Patty's loss of control, though. She, too, was at a fever pitch of lust, ready to do or say any crazy thing for gratification.
Her cunt ached so badly. She had to do something about it. Still watching avidly, she slipped her hand up under her skirt and down inside her cream-soaked panties. She blushed with shame. Here she was almost in public, about to frig herself. But, God help her, she just had to have it....
Paula thrust her hand down into her scalding soaked slit and found the gushing starved mouth of her cunt. She estimated how thick Lester's cock was-three fingers at least. She wedged three stiff fingers up her flooded hot hole and began jerking them up and down, imitating the speed and force of Lester's hard rod as he fucked his wife. Violent pleasure melted her belly, and she barely contained her excited yelps.
Lester's tight muscular ass jerked faster and faster, and Patty's cries became shrill and hoarse. The panting squealing redhead was almost cross-eyed with pleasure, slamming her dripping wet pussy furiously in time to his strokes. Then her petite body suddenly stiffened and arched, and she took his long rigid prick clear to her womb and writhed around it.
Lester pumped his huge hard cock a few more times, bringing her off, and then her scalding squeezing cunt was too much for him. He gave a hoarse bellow of pleasure, and his balls tightened and shot. He pushed deep into her, whining as he jetted out his come. It overflowed her tight stuffed twat and flooded onto the bed.
"Awww, God," Lester moaned.
Paula thrust her three stiff fingers rough and deep into her blazing hungry cunt, and a violent orgasm ripped through her body. She clenched her teeth to stifle her cries and swayed dizzily, almost falling to the ground. Jerking her fingers furiously, she brought herself off just as Patty and Lester were coming together.
She was blinded with pleasure for a moment, and when she could see again, Lester was slipping gently away from Patty, his cock sliding from her flooded twat, limp and wet and exhausted. They sighed and grinned at each other.
"Anybody ever tell you, you're a great piece of ass?" Lester said.
"Lester, for heaven's sake," Patty giggled, "your language."
They got up and started to dress, and Paula took her cream-soaked fingers from her wet cunt. She felt guilty and ashamed and miserable. My God, was she so hard up that she had to peer in people's windows and masturbate?
The answer was yes. Yes, dammit, she was that hard up. Moaning, she turned away from the Browns' window and walked quickly down the alley towards her house. Now that her insane lust was temporarily appeased, she felt shocked and horrified at what she'd done. She must have been out of her mind.
If only she had a lover, she wouldn't do such awful things, but no man seemed to want her. How in God's name was she going to find a man?
CHAPTER TWO
The walk to school was quite short, and Paula never took her car unless it was raining. The next evening she was walking home in the dark again, remembering all too vividly her strange adventure the previous day. She blushed to recall it. She felt utterly ashamed of herself. Yet once more she found herself turning off the main street and into an alley.
She told herself that it was to avoid crowds and that it was a quieter and more pleasant walk, but she found her eyes straying to people's back windows. At least she hadn't chosen the alley that Les and Patty Brown lived on. They wouldn't be the victims of her peeping again, she vowed.
Paula hurried her steps, trying to get away from temptation, but before she was halfway down the alley she saw what she'd secretly wanted, a well-lit uncurtained window. She stopped and stared into the room: big king-size bed, expensive furniture, both male and female belongings lying around.
"Go home," she told herself. "You've got to stop this."
She was about to move away, when a woman entered the room. Paula froze, staring.
She knew this woman, too, from P.T.A. meetings. She was Helen Davis, wealthy and prominent, who belonged to damned near every club and organization in town. Her husband Art was president of the local bank. Together they were the social leaders of the town.
Helen Davis started to undress. Paula watched, held by a perverse curiosity. Helen was always so well dressed, so slender and fit, so presentable. Paula envied her and wondered if she had any secrets. Did she wear a girdle? Was her bra padded? Was that good figure really all hers?
Helen began by taking the pins out of her thick black and grey hair.
That much at least wasn't faked. Glossy and abundant, it fell to her shoulders. She must have been about forty-five, Paula guessed, and she didn't try to hide her age. She didn't have much to hide. She was beautiful.
Helen was tall, slender, but nicely curved, with large thrusting breasts and long good legs. She walked with the grace of a fashion model and was always smartly dressed in suits or gowns. Unlike most women she never wore pants, but then she didn't have to hide her legs. They were gorgeous enough to show off.
When her hair was free, brushed, and shining, Helen began to unbutton her prim white blouse. Paula moved closer, into the low-fenced back yard, for a better view. She was leggy herself and had no trouble stepping over the little fence, though she felt rather silly. She moved to within ten feet of the large well-lit window.
Helen took off her blouse and went to hang it neatly in the closet. She was wearing an expensive black lace bra, and her ripe pale tits pouted over the top, too snugly encased, trying to escape. Helen removed her grey tweed skirt and hung that in the closet, too. Her bikini panties matched the bra, dainty and semi-sheer black lace.
Paula gave a little sigh of envy. As far as she could tell, nothing about Helen Davis was faked. There was no girdle to hold in hidden fat, no padding in the bra. Those long perfect legs were real, tan and flawless. Helen's waist was small and firm, her butt round and tight. For a middle-aged woman she was in fantastic shape.
She moved back in front of the mirror of her dresser and started to put some kind of cream on her face. The bedroom door opened, and her husband, Art Davis, walked into the room. He gave Helen a long appreciative glance, and she smiled at him in her reflection.
"Going to bed a little early, aren't you, dear?" Art said.
"I was hoping I wouldn't be going alone," said Helen with a little smile.
Art moved closer. He was perhaps fifty, trim and muscular, his hair going a little thin on top. His hair was white, thick and healthy where it remained. He wasn't handsome, but his strong tall body commanded respect. He kept in great shape playing tennis.
"Are you trying to seduce me, woman?" he said teasingly.
"Yes, I am," said Helen. "It's been a long time, Art, with you out of town on business for the past month."
"That's true," he said. "I've been neglecting you."
He moved over to stand behind her, resting his hands on her bare shoulders, studying her reflected body in the mirror. He didn't look too interested, more like he was taking time to shift mental gears. Art Davis was practically always thinking about money. It was a long-standing town joke that if Art fell over a waterfall he'd be thinking how to sell the water.
Gradually his face relaxed and he began to look more avidly at his wife's body. He unhooked Helen's bra and drew it off, keeping his eyes on her reflection in the mirror. Her big round moon-pale tits wobbled from the tight confinement. Though big and heavy, they were almost as firm as a teenager's tits, forward thrusting ripe, and globular. She had small light brown nipples.
"Ummm," Helen murmured.
She leaned back against her husband as he reached around and cupped her heavy hot jugs, fondly squeezing and molding the silky flesh. Helen's brown eyes grew hot and excited, but she remained passive, letting him play with her. Their eyes met in the mirror, and they exchanged a conspiratorial grin.
"Why don't you take off your clothes, darling?" Helen said lazily.
Art backed off and started to unknot his tie. Paula was becoming increasingly interested in this scene. She estimated that the Davises had been married about twenty-five years. She wondered if there could be any excitement or novelty left in their love-making.
She was also interested in how this prominent respected couple would behave when they thought they were alone. Art was a pillar of dignity and wealth, Helen the perfect hostess and clubwoman. Did they have any guilty secrets, any kinky habits? Paula would soon known.
Art doffed his tie, shirt, and pants, then his T-shirt. His chest was broad, hard, and matted with black and silver hairs. He was in very good shape for a man of fifty. Standing there in his jockey shorts, he had no pale flabby skin or pot belly to be ashamed of.
He stood with his hands on his hips, watching with a faint smile as Helen swung around to face him, her big ripe tits wobbling. She returned his smile and began to inch down her panties.
Heart knocking, Paula moved closer to the window. She'd never seen Helen Davis in such an impish flirting mood. Helen faced her husband and thrust her hips forward like a wanton stripper. She gave him a lewd little grin, her pink tongue nipping out to lick her full red mouth. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her lacy panties and began inching them down ever so slowly.
"I missed you so much, darling," she said huskily. "I was thinking about your cock all the time."
Art grinned but said nothing. His eyes were focused on her flat tan belly, and they gradually moved lower, right along with her slowly descending panties. At last Paula could see the first crisp black pubic hairs popping into view. Helen unveiled her muff with tantalizing slowness.
She had a small round puff of black curls, a few grey hairs, too. The fluffy patch stood out pertly from her flat tan lower belly. She inched the panties down to her knees, then let them skitter to her ankles. She stepped out of them, kicking them aside. Her whole lithe slim body was beautiful, and Paula wondered why Art wasn't more excited.
Of course after twenty-five years together, perhaps even the most beautiful wife or the most handsome husband might fail to excite. Art looked appreciative of his wife's beauty, but he was hardly panting with eagerness. His crotch was flat under the tight jockey shorts, not even a mild erection.
Helen walked over to him, her large pale breasts swaying heavily. "You haven't finished undressing, dear," she said.
She went down on her knees swiftly, gracefully, and seized the waistband of his shorts. She tugged the garment down with the same teasing slowness she'd used with her panties. Art just stood there smiling, mildly amused but not hotly aroused.
Paula moved to within a foot of the window, eager for a glance at his cock. She'd been obsessed with cocks for years, ever since her brief but hot affair with Tommy. Images of them came to her at the most inconvenient and embarrassing moments. Yet until last night she'd seen only one cock, Tommy's, and that wasn't nearly enough to satisfy her wild curiosity.
Slowly Helen inched her husband's shorts down to his black and grey pubic thatch, then down over his cock and balls. Paula felt a pang of disappointment. Art Brown wasn't hard, and his cock was just a little pale wrinkled worm. His balls were small and flaccid, swaying limply, a dull rose color. Limp cocks didn't excite her, only the hard ones....
"Well, well," said Helen, tickling his droopy little prick, "we'll have to do something about that."
"It might be no go, sweetheart," Art said apologetically. "I have a pretty busy time of it in Chicago."
"And no doubt balled every call girl you could find," Helen said with a sudden and unexpected note of venom. "You could have saved some for me, dammit."
Art frowned. "Oh, and did you remain chaste and pure while I was away, dearest? You didn't have anything to do with our lawyer or our insurance man or the real estate fellows? You just sat home and knitted?"
"Women have a greater capacity for sex than men," Helen said defiantly. "We don't have to get anything up, either. It wouldn't matter how many men I balled while you were away-I'd still be ready for you."
"Or in other words," said Art, "you kept busy."
"So what?" Helen snapped. "I needed it. I need more fucking than you can give me, Art Davis, and it's my right to get it. Especially when you waste your energy on those out-of-town sluts. Just remember, buster, I'm no more promiscuous than you are."
Art's arm flashed out suddenly, and he slapped Helen hard across the face. She staggered backwards but did not cry out. Instead she assumed a look of hot excitement. She lunged back and slapped him, raking the side of his face with her sharp red nails. Art snarled and hit her again. Paula was very upset. She hated physical brutality, hated fighting. The Davises really went at it, Art slapping Helen around, Helen clawing and spitting and kicking. She was afraid they might seriously hurt each other.
"Whore," Art hissed, "dirty filthy whore ... You'd lay anything in pants."
"You can't talk, you foul-minded creep," Helen spat. "I know you like to fuck little girls. You're a pervert."
They kept wrestling and hitting and calling each other all kinds of vile things, but gradually Paula came to realize that they were enjoying it. They never stopped smiling the whole time, know matter how vicious their words or how hard their blows. They really seemed to like hurting each other.
She shuddered. So THIS was how to revitalize an old stale marriage.
Certainly it was having its effect on Art. As he battered and scolded his wife, his cock was getting hard and ready. It grew into six rosy inches of slim rod, the head dull rose and swollen. His balls grew and tightened, wagging crazily as he lunged at Helen.
She, too, was getting hotly excited from their struggle. Her large round tits swelled up tight, the nipples taut and erect. Bright pussy juice streamed down her slim thighs. Her dark eyes became glazed with lust.
The Davises got red-faced and panting from their efforts, and sweat streamed from Art's shoulders and back. Suddenly he lunged for Helen, seized her wrist, brought the arm up behind her, and forced her to her knees. He held her there, gasping for breath.
"My dear," he said, "we're not as young as we used to be. This method is getting to be rather a drag."
Helen laughed and twisted her head to look at his fiercely erect prick. "Yes, but it still works," she said.
He chuckled and let her go. They walked over to the big bed hand in hand, as if nothing distasteful had happened, as if they'd never quarreled. Paula was horrified. The whole fight had been faked, the brutality artificial. Its only purpose was to arouse these two jaded people, to replace the novelty and excitement that had gone out of their marriage.
She thought of how the Davises behaved in public, hugging and kissing, Art talking about "my lovely talented wife," and Helen gushing about "my wonderful husband." This dandy couple had to sock each other in the jaw before they could make love, call each other filthy names before they could work up the enthusiasm to fuck.
Well, perhaps now at least she'd witness some good old-fashioned healthy screwing, the thing she'd secretly been hoping for. Helen and Art climbed onto their king-size bed with its lush white fake fur cover. Art's slim six-inch prick was rock-hard and swollen. Helen's ripe red slit, briefly glimpsed, was wet and plump.
They seemed to be all ready to make love-but they didn't. Apparently an elaborate ritual was necessary to make it interesting for them. Paula, trembling and sighing outside the window, would have given anything just to get plainly and simply fucked, but that wasn't enough for this bored and jaded couple. They lay there some distance apart, looking at each other, and then Helen rolled onto her back and opened her legs.
She drew up her knees almost to her full cushiony tits, wantonly displaying her ripe red gash with its thick fringe of brown curls. Juice leaked from her shadowed cunt mouth, and her pussylips were tautly swollen. The fat furry lips of her mons were drawn apart, and Paula could see the fat red lump of her clit, aroused and moist.
"Do it to me," she said in a big husky sigh.
Paula thought they were finally going to get it on, and she moved even closer to the window, breathing hard in her excitement. She felt a little ashamed of her lusty voyeurism, but she figured what the hell, she wasn't any more kinky than THESE people. She admitted frankly to herself that she liked to watch people fuck. It was the next best thing to getting it herself.
So she waited, aroused and curious, for Art to mount his wife's luscious curvy body and stick his hard ready cock into her. Art did nothing of the kind. Instead he reached over to a little beside table, opened a drawer, and took out a big bullet-shaped white plastic vibrator.
Paula blushed right down to her toes. She'd seen ads for those things in the less reputable magazines, pictures of busty girls holding the blatantly cock-shaped vibrators and saying how they could reach "intimate parts." It was obvious that the things were designed for women to masturbate with. So what was Art Davis going to do with that thing?
He flipped it on, and it gave a low steady humming sound. He crawled over to where Helen lay with her slim legs lewdly spread. She eyes the buzzing vibrator with hot glazed eyes, and she licked her lips. A big gush of sparkling cream came from her moist little twat hole.
"Oh, yes," she sighed, "yes, do it to me...."
Art knelt close to her and brought the humming plastic dildo down to touch the fat red button of her clit. As he laid the vibrator on her most sensitive organ, Helen gasped loudly and creamed heavily, her hot steamy juice gushing out and wetting the fur spread.
"Oooo," she squealed.
Art held the humming vibrator on her aroused clit for a few seconds, making her wail with pleasure and cream helplessly. Then he lifted it and said, "Tell me about who you balled when I was gone."
Helen sighed. "The first one was Jerry Henderson, the insurance man," she said. "That was the night you left. He's a big guy, pretty well hung. I'd say his cock is about eight inches, real thick. I invited him to come over that evening and explain our policies...."
She went on, describing in lurid detail how she'd seduced Jerry Henderson and what it felt like to fuck him. As she spoke, Art lowered the vibrator again and massaged her squirting swollen clit. She gasped and moaned and creamed, but she managed to go on telling her story. As she got to the more intimate part, Art's interest picked up considerably.
"How'd he do it to you?" he said hoarsely. "What position?"
"Dog-style," Helen panted, rubbing her gushing clit lustily against the humming plastic vibrator. "It was right here, where we're lying now, and I let him take down my panties and roll me over. He pulled my butt up in the air...."
She went on telling exactly how she'd fucked the insurance man, and Art listened avidly, grinning, licking his lips. His cock began to drool little bubbles of juice. He used the vibrator skillfully, exciting her little red clit till she was gasping and almost coming, then lifting it off, making her continue her story.
"How did it feel?" he said hoarsely. "Did you enjoy it when he balled you?"
He pressed the vibrator down firmly on her clit again, and Helen lurched and shrieked, "Oh, God, yes, it was good ... Ohhhh...."
"Who else did you screw?" he asked, lifting the device away just as she was on the verge of coming.
Helen started to tell him all about it. Paula stood there with her mouth hanging open, wondering whether to sneer or puke. This was certainly not her idea of love-making, a man teasing his wife with a dildo while she told him about fucking other men. She wished the whole town could see its most respected and admired couple conducting their incredibly depraved version of sex.
Yet something about the scene held her. She despised these people, yet she had to watch. She felt growing heat in her starved pussy, the slow moistening of her panties. Even this kinky and distasteful scene was turning her on. That's how hard up she was, damn it all....
Art extracted a full and detailed confession from his wife about the three men she'd fucked while he was away in Chicago. As she was telling about the last one, their lawyer, he began to give her longer and firmer pressure from the humming vibrator. Helen gasped and panted, hardly able to continue, but every time she faltered, he took the machine away. If she wanted the stimulus-and she did-she had to tell him everything, right down to the most intimate detail.
"Then what?" Art demanded, holding the buzzing plastic vibrator a tantalizing inch from her swollen wet clit. "He sticks in it, he's balling you-how does it feel?"
"Good," Helen panted, eying the vibrator longingly. "He put his finger up my ass, too. I loved it. Ahhhh, yes, AHHHH...."
Art was working the thick hard dildo right up her cunt. Helen went wild, barely gasping out the last words of her confession as she writhed lustily around the humming impalement. Cream flooded from her stuffed little box. Art worked the thing deep into her, then started plunging it up and down like a monstrous cock.
"Ahhh, God, YES," Helen wailed, "YESSS ... AAAHHH...."
She came, her slim body sharply arched, her pussy gushing furiously. She shrieked with pleasure, grinding her soaked cunt down on the buzzing plastic dildo. Art jerked it in her almost brutally hard and deep. He watched her come with a lewd leering look on his sweaty face.
Helen collapsed, panting, and he took out the vibrator, turned it off, wiped it with a kleenex and stowed it away in the drawer. He waited till she caught her breath, and then he lay down on his back, his rigid slim prick pointing at the ceiling. Helen sighed and crawled over to him, kneeling between his legs.
She slipped her hand under his hot swollen nut sacs and began to massage them steadily, rhythmically. She bent low, stuck out her moist pink tongue, and started to lick his rigid blue-veined dick. Art sighed loudly and relaxed, his prick drooling big globs of juice which Helen lapped up and greedily swallowed.
"That's nice," he sighed. "Yeah, lick my dick, baby ... Blow me, too. I could really get off on that. Wanta come in your mouth...."
"If you want all that," Helen said wickedly, "you're going to have to confess. Tell me all about the girls you fucked in Chicago...."
Paula reeled with shock. What kind of crazy marriage was this, anyhow? These two weirdos could only get off my describing their infidelities to each other. Helen reversed the ritual Art had just performed on her. She licked his cock and balls expertly, tonguing him into gasping excitement, drawing back just when he was ready to come. She used it as reward and punishment to get the whoie lurid story of his adventures with call girls in Chicago.
"So I got her pants off," Art was saying breathlessly, "and I made her spread her legs. Shi had a pretty little slit, a real blonde. I started licking her pussy ... Oh, baby, don't stop. Go on licking my nuts, please ... Damn you, Helen."
"I'll lick your balls, darling," Helen purred, "I'll even suck them, but first you have to tell me more. You were eating her pussy. Tell me about that...."
It went on and one. Art had been a pretty busy man in Chicago, racking up a total of five girls in his three-week stay. Helen got every lurid detail out of him. As he was describing the last girl, getting close to the end, Helen fastened her lips around the drooling hard head of his prick and started sucking it into her mouth.
"Awwww, Christ, YEAH," Art bellowed. "Blow me, baby, suck my dick...."
Helen instantly drew her mouth away, letting his wet stiff cock wag helplessly in the air. "You have to tell me the rest," she said. "You have to keep talking."
"All right, all right," Art panted. "Suck it in again, baby ... Yeah, yeah, that's good ... Okay, I was frigging her, see, had my finger up her cunt...."
Paula went on watching, alternately aroused and shocked. Helen went down on him, taking the whole hard thick length of his cock into her mouth, till his swollen red nuts pressed against her chin. She started sucking his dick, slowly and teasingly at first, then with increasing speed and pressure as he neared the end of his story.
Paula didn't like what these people did for kicks, but she couldn't help identifying with Helen when she started sucking off her husband. Paula had never done that to a man, but the hot pooling of her saliva told her that she'd really enjoy trying it. She imagined taking a hot hard salty cock into her mouth, and she found herself drooling.
Helen's dark head started to bob up and down furiously over Art's lap. He had gasped out the last of his confession, and now he abandoned himself to the keen pleasure of having his stiff swollen meat sucked in her silky juicy mouth. His eyes rolled crazily, and his face twisted into a leering grimace.
"Suck me, doll," he whined, "suck my cock ... Awwww, God, yeah ... More, more...."
Paula feld incredible excitement as she watched Helen Davis blowing her husband. She could not resist slipping her hand inside her panties and rubbing her moist hot little clit while she watched that kinky performance. Helen's head flew up and down, tousled hair flying, and Paula could see Art's rigid straining prick as it zipped in and out of her mouth, gleaming with her spit.
"Suck me, baby, suck me," he whined, "awww, AWWWW...."
His body lurched, and his tight ass clenched. He moaned loudly and jerked his hips fast, pumping his sizzling thick come right into his wife's throat. Helen's jaw muscles worked swiftly and hungrily as she swallowed his hot sticky jism. Art pumped and pumped till he fell back exhausted and sighing. Only then did Helen release him, his soft wrinkled prick popping from her lips.
Paula felt herself coming. She was rubbing her small hot clit very fast, as fast as Helen had bobbed her head while she was blowing Art. Dizzying pleasure ripped through her body, and for a moment she saw nothing. She swayed, almost falling, and felt her clit throbbing and squirting against her jerking fingertip.
"Ahhhh," Paula sighed.
She staggered back and leaned against a tree, catching her breath, wiping off her cream-soaked finger. Art and Helen had already lost interest in each other, crawling into bed with their reading glasses and a pile of magazines. So much for the town's most admired couple.
Paula pulled herself together and started down the alley towards her house. "My God," she sighed, "what's the matter with me...?"
CHAPTER THREE
The next day Paula woke up feeling disgusted with herself. What on earth had led her to spy on those jaded sick people, the Davises, and how in God's name could it have turned her on? She moaned with shame as she recalled herself frigging away madly outside their window. Surely she couldn't be that hard up.
By evening she knew she was. After she'd dismissed her class and done some paper work, she started walking home, and she found herself once again drifting from the main street into a dark alley. It wasn't the alley the Davises lived on, nor the Browns. She couldn't bring herself to go back and spy on those people again. But she knew she was going to spy if she got the chance....
There was a solution to her problem, of course. She was still young and good-looking. She ought to be able to attract a man, find a lover. But she'd never been able to before, except for Tommy. She was too shy, and she didn't know how to approach men. She seemed doomed to a life of spinsterhood, of endless yearning for sex.
"Oh, hell," Paula muttered to herself.
Just then she came to a house she knew. It belonged to Joan Hagen, a forty-year-old divorcee, whom Paula had met through some kind of political work. A few times she'd been at Joan's house for coffee. She wondered how Joan handled being alone, what she did for sex. And she noticed that the bedroom window was uncurtained....
Paula found herself creeping into Joan's back yard-. If there was any answer to her question, she had to know it. Joan was forty, much older than her, and had been divorced for a couple of years now. She was a lively attractive woman, clearly interested in men. She must have some answer to the embarrassing problem of how to satisfy her sexual needs without a husband. Paula wanted to know what the answer was.
The bedroom window was uncurtained, but no light was on. Indeed, the house was almost dark. Joan must be out somewhere, or perhaps watching TV. Paula crept around the side of the house, crouching low so no one could see her from the street. She peered in the living room window and saw no one there, just one soft lamp lit.
Just then a car pulled into the driveway. Paula ducked behind a bush. Peering out between the leaves, her heart pounding, she saw Joan getting out of the car with a man. He was perhaps thirty, a tall bearded guy in clean blue jeans and work shirt. Paula didn't know him.
'Would you like to come in for a nightcap, Roy?" Joan asked in her distinctive husky voice.
The guy grinned. His strong white teeth showed well in the faint moonlight. "Yeah, I'd like that," he said.
He followed Joan, and she unlocked the front door, let him in, and turned on another light. The guy stood there looking over the living room with its lush and tasteful furniture. He looked poor but clean, and his heavily muscled arms and legs suggested that he did some kind of manual labor.
"Real nice place you got here, Joan," he said.
"Thank you," said Joan. "What do you like to drink?"
"Whiskey, if you have it," he said. "Just ice, no water."
"Coming right up," said Joan, giving him a dazzling smile.
The guy, Roy, sank into a chair and watched Joan as she crossed the room to a small portable bar. Paula couldn't blame him for the look of lust that crossed his face. Even at forty, Joan Hagen was well worth looking at.
She was a tall leggy blonde with large thrusting breasts, a firm well-curved figure. She moved gracefully, enticingly, her round ripe ass swinging back and forth in her tight red skirt. Her honey blonde hair was thick and healthy, falling just below her shoulders. Joan was attractive, all right-and yet no more attractive than Paula.
Paula had inspected herself in the mirror that morning, wondering just what it was that turned men off. Whatever it was, it couldn't be her body. She was built much like Joan, tall, good legs, big firm tits, except that she was a brunette and much younger. The difference between the two women was simple. Joan was warm, outgoing, and bold. Paula was shy and retiring. If only she had Joan's personality....
Joan brought Roy his drink and went to make one for herself. While she was doing that, he gathered his nerve and went to sit on the couch. He patted a place for Joan, and she sat down beside him with a smile. Their thighs were perhaps six inches apart.
"Cheers," said Joan, raising her glass.
"Cheers," said Roy. He took a sip, then said, "You're not married, you said."
"Divorced," said Joan. "And you?"
"Never found time to get married," Roy said. "First there was the Army, then I wanted to see the country. But I'm surprised you're not married again, Joan. You certainly don't seem like the type to live alone."
Joan laughed. "I'm working on it," she said. "That's why I go to bars alone, in case you wondered. It's a way to meet men."
"I was surprised to see you there alone tonight," said Roy. "You don't look the type. I mean, you're such a lady."
Again she laughed, a warm husky tone. "Maybe I'm not as much a lady as you think," she said.
Roy flushed all over, a dusky rose color that betrayed his arousal. "I hope to hell you're not," he said hoarsely. "And I'm glad you let me introduce myself to you. Do you find me attractive, Joan?"
"I find you very attractive, Roy," she said.
He leaned over and kissed her, and Joan returned the kiss enthusiastically. Her jaw muscles worked as she wriggled her tongue into his mouth. Roy moaned and fumbled around for a place to set his drink. He placed it precariously on the coffee table, then slipped both arms around Joan, kissing her hungrily.
Paula felt herself vibrating with arousal as she watched. So that was how Joan did it-she just went to a bar and picked up a man and brought him home. It was so simple-and yet Paula knew she'd never have the nerve to try such a thing.
Roy was very attractive, too, young and trim and muscular, with neat brown beard anti mustache. He was probably a good ten years younger than Joan, but what the hell, she was a single woman and could please herself. The age difference obviously didn't bother Roy. When they broke the kiss, he was breathing loud and hard, his eyes hot with lust.
"You really turn me on," he said. "Christ, I haven't been laid in a long time. You'll have to excuse my behavior."
"You're excused," she laughed.
Roy reached out for the top button of her blouse. As he began to undo it, he looked anxiously at Joan's face, but she only smiled. With trembling hands he began to unbutton her blouse. Joan sank back against the couch, looking like a lazy satisfied cat. Clearly she'd brought this stranger home to make love to her, and she was getting exactly what she wanted.
Paula sighed, wishing she had Joan's nerve. SHE would never dream of going into a bar alone, taking some stranger home. Yet the very idea excited her so much that her pussy got hot and steamy, and sticky cunt cream seeped into the crotch of her panties. God, what she wouldn't give to be in Joan's place right now....
Roy got the blouse unbuttoned and gently drew it off Joan's shoulders. She was wearing a low-cut pink lacy bra, her ripe round tits bulging at the top. He licked his lips, stared hotly at her chest. Joan showed no embarrassment. She just sipped her drink and smiled lazily at him, her eyes hot between thick blonde lashes.
"Oh, Christ," Roy muttered, "you're getting me mighty hot, baby."
"That just shows you're a normal healthy guy," said Joan. "I've brought some real losers to this house, guys who couldn't even get it up. There was one who only wanted to see how I'd decorated my living room. He didn't have much interest in girls." Roy chuckled. "Well, now, you can't say that about me," he said. "I'm real interested in girls. Real interested...."
He reached around her and unhooked her bra. He slowly drew it off, and Joan reacted just as before, lying back and smiling lazily. Roy's eyes widened and grew hotter as her large firm naked tits came into view. They were as big as canteloupes, large ripe round melons of creamy pale flesh, capped with bright rose nipples. Roy moaned softly and reached out to gently fondle them.
"You've got gorgeous tits," he said hungrily. "Thank you, darling," Joan purred. "I'm glad you're pleased."
"Pleased? Christ," he muttered.
He leaned forward, making a low horny moan, and began to rub his flushed face against her gorgeous silky jugs. He slipped his hands under the heavy round melons, hoisted them a little, kissed them all over. Outside the window Paula felt another hot rush of juice soaking her panties. She'd love to have a man doing that to her....
"Ummm," Joan murmured, "You have a nice touch, Roy. Not rough, but not too gentle."
"I'm finding it damned hard to be gentle," Roy chuckled. "Oh, Jesus, Joan, what beautiful tits...."
His red wet tongue snaked out, and he began to lash and tickle her deep pink nipples, flicking rapidly from one to the other. For the first time Joan showed excitement. She'd been mildly enjoying herself up to now, but when she felt his rough hot tongue on her sensitive nipples, her pretty face flushed and her eyes grew bright with arousal.
"Ummm, that feels nice," she sighed.
"You like me to lick s your nipples?" Roy said hoarsely. "Well, here's something even better...."
He drew her left nipple between his lips and he drew her left nipple between his lips and began sucking it loudly, wetly. He got the whole dainty bud into his mouth and part of her tit as well. Joan moaned loudly, flinching once, then sighed and went limp. Clearly she enjoyed having her nipples sucked. Paula writhed with envious longing, knowing how good it must feel.
"Ahhh, that's delicious, darling," Joan sighed.
Roy hungrily sucked the soft pink cone, and when he finally let it slip from his mouth, it was erect and taut and wet. He sucked in the other nipple, still soft and pliable, and mouthed it swiftly, with a loud wet sucking noise. Joan moaned softly, her eyes fluttering.
"Oooo," she cooed, "Oooo...."
Paula could have wept with envy. She was just as pretty as Joan, and a lot younger, but she'd be going home to a cold empty bed, whereas Joan was going to have a long delicious evening of seduction. Joan knew just how to handle it, too, taking her time, drawing out the pleasure. She'd brought the guy home with the clear intention of fucking him, but she let him believe he was doing the seducing.
Roy raised his head at last and admired his work, the two bright pink spit-soaked nipples standing erect and bumpy. In fact his swift hot tit-sucking had aroused Joan so much that her whole breasts were swollen up tight and plump and throbbing. She was looking at him through half-open lusty eyes.
"You have a nice way with a woman, Roy," she said. "You make it fun, but you don't come on too fast."
He grinned. "Well, I sure do like the ladies," he said, "so I try to treat 'em right."
Joan smiled and reached out and deftly unbuttoned his blue work shirt. She drew it off-and she and Paula moaned simultaneously. The guy was magnificently built, broad-shouldered and trim-waisted, tautly muscled, deeply tanned from working outdoors. His hard young chest was thickly matted with brown fur.
Joan licked her lips and then leaned forward, rubbing her swollen sensitive tits against the tickly fur mat of his chest. Paula felt herself swaying with dizzy longing, and she had to lean against the house for support. My God, to make love to that gorgeous young stud ... She envied Joan with all her heart. Her panties were soaked by now, her hot pussy juice trickling right through them, running down her thighs....
Roy was embracing Joan again, kissing her almost savagely, his tongue thrust into her throat. He held her tight against him, her big round creamy tits flattening against his hard hair-matted chest. Joan returned his embrace eagerly, her red-nailed fingers caressing his hard tan back.
"Oh, Lordy," he moaned, "I'm so fuckin' horny I could howl...."
Joan gave a husky chuckle, but she neither encouraged nor protested. She was leaving every step up to him. She liked to be seduced, like to play the passive female role. She just went limp and smiling when Roy eased her down on her back and unzipped her skirt.
He got on his knees to work her skirt off, and Paula saw that the crotch of his jeans was hugely tented, an erection so hard and straining that it bulged even in the tight denim. He was careful not to tear the skirt, but he wasted no time getting it off. Joan lay naked except for pink lace bikini panties.
"Oh, Jesus," Roy moaned, "oh, Lordy, this is too good to be true. You're so damn beautiful. You're sure I ain't dreaming?"
"I'm real, darling," Joan laughed. "Touch me and see...."
He cupped her big up-thrusting tits and massaged them almost roughly, squeezing the creamy warm flesh in his hard tan hands. His look was blatantly horny, his face flushed-yet he still looked uncertain, as if he couldn't quite believe his good fortune. A gorgeous blonde, naked except for her panties, lying there smiling at him, letting him fondle her big lovely tits-it seemed more than the young bearded laborer could comprehend.
"Yeah, you're real, all right," he panted, "but-aw, hell, baby, I've been conned too many times. Take a girl home, get all hot for her, then get turned down. They let you go practically the whole way, then get all angry and virtuous. You sure you ain't just a cockteaser, Joan? Because if you are, I'm gonna be sore as hell."
Joan said with obvious sincerity, "I'm no cockteaser, Roy, I promise. Why don't you just take off my panties and find out?"
His nostrils flared, and his face flushed with eagerness. He seized the waistband of her flimsy pink panties and said, "By God, I will...."
Quickly, almost roughly, Roy slipped the tiny panties off over her round firm butt and then down over her flat belly. Her thick triangle of gleaming blonde curls popped into view. Roy pulled her panties off all the way and dropped them to the floor. He put his hand on her soft golden muff and petted it firmly, looking her in the eye almost defiantly.
"Relax, darling," Joan said soothingly, "it's all for real. Here, I'll show you."
She took his hand and thrust it between her thighs, into her crotch, and held it there a moment. Roy's eyes widened. When he drew his hand out, it was wet and gleaming with her pussy juice. There could be no better proof than that. She wanted him. She couldn't fake the hot heavy creaming of her pussy.
"I guess I oughta believe you now," he laughed, "but, Christ, Joan, it's still so unreal. I mean, you are a gorgeous chick, with real class, and I'm just a hippie who digs ditches. Why did you pick me?" Joan sighed. "Darling," she said, "you're becoming almost tedious. I picked you because you're outrageously attractive and you look like a damned good lay. But maybe I made a mistake. Maybe I'd better just find out."
Boldly, without a blush, she reached out and unzipped his fly. Roy was as surprised as Paula. They both gawked while Joan deftly opened his jeans and tugged them down to his knees. His jockey shorts were grotesquely tented with a huge straining erection. Joan purred and gently petted the long hard bulge.
"Ummm, looks like my instincts were right," she said, grinning. "But let me just make sure."
"Yeah, baby, anything you want," Roy said wonderingly.
She smiled at him, then seized the waistband of his shorts and gently drew them down over his enormous stiff cock-stand. Paula moved so close to the window that her breath fogged it a little. Impatiently she rubbed herself a clear spot and gawked hungrily at Roy's slowly unveiled prick.
It was a beauty, the most attractive cock Paula had ever seen. It was a good eight inches long, very thick, a creamy pale color with just a faint tracery of tiny blue veins. His cock stood straight up, hugging his belly, springing from a thick bush of blue-black hairs. The head of his dick was huge, hard, and purple.
Paula moaned with need. Oh, God, what she wouldn't give to have that gorgeous stiff young cock for herself ... Joan obviously shared her feelings, for she gawked with unashamed lust as Roy's stiff-standing handsome prick. She licked her lips and flushed with arousal.
"Oh, my," she said, "it looks like I really picked a winner this time."
Roy chuckled. "I'm all ready to prove it to you, baby," he said.
"I'll bet you are," Joan laughed.
He knelt there at her hip, just within reach, and Joan slipped one hand under his fat rosy balls and cupped them possessively, squeezing gently and rhythmically. Roy moaned hoarsely, and a big bright bubble of juice leaked from the slit mouth oT his swollen purple cock-head. Joan eyed the bubble hungrily, then dipped her head forward, stuck out her little pink tongue, and lapped it up.
"Ummm," she murmured, rolling the salty droplet on her tongue, then swallowing it. "Nice-tasting cock."
Paula reeled with shock, and Roy's mouth dropped open. The whole thing was so unlike Joan, a well-behaved and respected lady. It was mind-boggling to see that cool self-possessed blonde lick a man's cock juice and tell him she liked the taste.
"Lady," Roy said shakily, "you better be on the level. I mean, you better really like what you're doing, because I can't stop now. You are gonna get balled."
"That's what I had in mind, darling," Joan chuckled. "I didn't bring you home for tea and cookies."
She was still caressing his swollen rosy nut sacs. With her other hand she gently bent his stiff fierce erection, bringing his knobby purple cock-head down to her full red mouth. Her little wet pink tongue snaked out again and tickled his sensitive glans, swishing around and around the bloated prick-head, digging mischievously into the creaming little hole.
Roy moaned and shuddered with pleasure.
"I really dig that," he sighed. "Like to have my cock licked ... Oh, yeah, baby, don't stop...." Joan's eyes gleamed mischievously. She licked faster around his swollen dribbling cock-head, lapping up his juice as fast as it bubbled out. She kept it up till he was panting and his eyes were rolling crazily. Then she drew her head back.
"Why don't you take your pants all the way off, darling?" she said. "Your shorts, too. Then I can do' a better job."
"Why don't we just fuck?" Roy moaned as he quickly stood up and skinned out of his shorts and jeans.
Joan laughed. "Don't be so impatient, dear," she said. "Anybody can just fuck. The night is young, and there are lots of pleasant things he can do."
"Yeah, like what?" said Roy, trying to climb on top of her.
"I'll show you," said Joan. "Ease up a little. Kneel over me-yes, like that."
He straddled her, knees gripping her small firm waist, his fiercely erect cock wagging heavily over her face. A big drop of cock juice fell, and she opened her mouth and caught it, gurgling lustily as she tasted and swallowed it.
"Oh, baby, why can't we just ball?" Roy moaned. "I want you so bad. I thought you said you weren't no cockteaser."
"I'm not, darling," Joan purred. "I'm going to do something nice for your cock right now."
Gently she drew down the stiff fat rod and brought the hard creaming tip to her lips. She opened her ripe red lips, fastened them around the thick purple cock-head, and sucked it slowly into her mouth. As the pale thick stalk disappeared between her sucking Ups, Roy's eyes rolled wildly, and he gave a low sustained moan.
"Awww, Christ," he whined, "Yeah, yeah, that's GOOD ... Oh, Jesus, yeah, suck my dick...."
Joan somehow managed to suck his whole monstrous long cock into her mouth, taking the fat hard head right into her throat. She began to suck it hungrily, with a loud slurping noise. His fat rosy balls rested against her chin. Roy whined and panted with pleasure.
"Aw, shit, YEAH," he wailed, "suck meeee...."
Paula leaned against the window, glassy-eyed and panting. She'd never sucked a cock in her Ufe, but the very sight of it turned her on incredibly. Just like last night when she'd watched Helen Davis blowing Art, she felt wild to be in the other woman's place, tasting that long hard silky pole, sucking hungrily on his dick....
"Oh, God, help me," she whimpered.
She knew what she was going to do. She wasn't proud of it, but she had to do it or go crazy with her wild stored-up lust. She slipped her hand up under her skirt, down inside her cream-soaked panties. She felt her fluffy dark bush, the throbbing swollen lump of her clit, and the gushing red-hot mouth of her cunt.
"Ooooo," Paula whined.
She eased three stiff fingers into herself, thrusting them avidly up her streaming slick cunt. She began to pump her fingers in and out, like a huge erect cock, moaning softly as she frigged herself. All the while she watched with wide hot eyes as Joan Hagen sucked Roy's cock. Hot sticky cream soaked her probing fingers....
Roy was red-faced and panting, his features contorted in a lusty snarl as Joan sucked loud and fast on his erect swollen meat. His long pale prick zipped in and out of her ripe red lips, gleaming with her spit. Joan's eyes shone, and she sucked as if she loved the sensation, taking his rigid dick as far as possible into her greedy throat.
"Awww, Christ," Roy whined, "that's so fuckin' good, honey ... Awww, yeah ... But you better quit now if you wanta get balled ... You do that much longer, I'm gonna come right in your mouth...."
Joan quickly released him, letting his enormous spit-soaked cock pop from her mouth. It snapped up to hug his belly with a loud wet splat. She looked hot-eyed and famished as she gawked at his magnificent stiff young prick. Her voice was husky with need when she spoke.
"Now, do you still think I'm a cockteaser?" she said.
"Baby, I'm just about to find out," Roy said.
He drew one of her long shapely legs up over the back of the coch, then eased the other one off the edge, lewdly exposing her pussy. She had a lovely red gash, ripe and wet, and healthy. Her pussylips were swollen and steamy, encircled by gleaming blonde curls. Her small cunt mouth leaked a steady trickle of juice.
Roy crawled quickly between her legs and, kneeling there, pressed the thick purple head of his cock into the little shadowy pit of her cunt mouth.
As he penetrated her, Joan gave a hoarse lusty moan. He went into her very slowly, his thick pale meat easing gradually into her wet tight hole.
"This what you want, doll?" he panted. "This why you brought me home with you?"
"You better believe it," Joan whined, her eyes fluttering shut. "Oh, yes, yes, darling, put it in me ... Deep, deeper ... Yesss ... Oh, fuck me, fuck meeee...."
Roy obliged, thrusting his long hard dick all the way into her, till his taut rosy balls rested against her soaked red gash. Then his trim hard ass began to fly. He fucked her hard and fast and deep, almost savagely. Joan whined and dug her nails into his shoulders.
"Ohhhh, YES," she wailed, "that's what I want....
Oh, God, yes, darling, ball me HARD ... Ahhhh...."
Paula's fast-thrusting fingers brought her off, and she fell against the window, moaning and writhing. Fortunately Roy and Joan were so wrapped up in their furious fucking that they didn't hear her. She finished coming, whipped her soaked fingers out of her cunt, and burst into tears of shame.
For one more tantalizing moment Paula watched Joan Hagen getting expertly balled-and then she couldn't look any more. Her envy was just too painful. She turned away, weeping, and started for home.
Why, why, couldn't she have a man of her own...?
CHAPTER FOUR
Paula had the terrible feeling that she was getting hooked on her shameful new game. She lectured herself sternly and actually managed to go two nights without looking in anyone's window, sticking to the main streets on her way home from work. But on the third night she found herself drifting irresistibly down the alley where Patty and Lester Brown lived.
She told herself it was to get away from the crowded sidewalks and the exhaust fumes. She told herself that just looking at someone couldn't hurt them, and that as long as she wasn't hurting anyone, it was no one's business what she did. She told herself a lot of things to excuse what she was about to do, but it didn't make her feel any less ashamed of herself.
She knew she was going to do it in spite of her feelings of shame. There was a word for that-compulsion. But what did it matter what it was called? Her pent-up yearning for sex was leading her into a dangerous and disgusting game, and she seemed powerless to stop herself.
Lost in these thoughts, Paula strolled down the alley and got to the Browns' back yard almost before she realized it. It was as if Fate had arranged things to tempt her. The bedroom curtains were open, the light on, the stage set. All she had to do was wait for the actors.
"You've got to stop this," she told herself frantically. "It's sick...."
Her scolding stopped short as Patty Brown walked into the bedroom. The petite red-haired housewife walked over to the dressing table and began unbuttoning her rumpled cotton housedress. Paula found herself moving into the back yard, closer to the window, her eyes bright and fixed.
Yes, she was hooked, all right. To her shame, she knew she wasn't going to move from her spying place until this scene was played out ... She watched avidly as Patty unbuttoned her dress and let it fall to the floor. She kicked it out of the way with a weary sigh. She was wearing an equally grubby white slip, which she started to pull off.
Just then one of the Browns' small children came to the open bedroom door and peered in. "Mommy," he said, "I'm hungry. We don't have anything to do. We're bored."
Patty sighed loudly. "Well, I'm busy," she said. "I'm going to get all pretty for Daddy. You're a big boy-you help make some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and then you can all watch cartoons till dinnertime. Okay?"
The boy's face brightened. "Okay," he said, running off.
Patty smiled wearily into the mirror and said, "Damn kids."
She drew off the soiled slip and followed with her faded bra and panties. Once again Paula admired her flawless milky white skin, her plump firm breasts, and the sweet flame-colored curls of her bush. Patty stretched and yawned, making her large pale tits lift and wobble. She eyed herself in the mirror, obviously with approval. Then she chuckled.
"Time to change from household drudge into sexy bitch," she said.
She opened a dresser drawer and selected a tiny matching set of black lace bikini bra and panties. They complimented her pearly-white skin beautifully. She put them on and paraded around in front of the mirror, thrusting her plump boobs forward, wiggling her firm round little ass.
Paula sighed softly outside the window, wishing she had reason for such a performance-a husband coming home from work, somebody to be sexy for. Instead she'd be going home to her parakeet. She watched wistfully as Patty went to the closet and took out a black lace negligee. She slipped it on and looked at herself in the mirror.
"Oh, you wanton devil, you," she said with a grin.
The negligee was so sheer that her bra and panties were clearly visible underneath it. It certainly wasn't designed to keep anyone warm. Patty stepped to the dressing table again and gave her copper curls a quick brush. The window was partly open, and even Paula could hear the children squealing over the TV: "Daddy's home! Daddy's home!"
Patty started for the door, then stayed right where she was. She started brushing her hair again, smiling slightly. In a moment Lester Brown appeared in the open doorway, still wearing the blue coveralls in which he drove the bread truck. Over the pocket "Les" was embroidered in red.
"Hey, lady," he said, "you wanta buy some bread?"
"Not now, mister," she said. "I'm getting ready to ball the milkman. Shove off."
Lester grinned and closed the bedroom door, locking it. He strolled over behind Patty and eyed her in the mirror. "I'm a much better lay than the milkman," he said.
"Oh, yeah?" said Patty. "Prove it."
Watch this," he said. "You'll go wild."
Lester backed up a little, to the center of the room, and dramatically unzipped his coveralls in one sweeping motion. Moving to unheard music, he imitated a stripper, slowly doffing his uniform, shoes, and socks. Watching him, Patty doubled over with laughter. He managed to keep a straight face, slowly pulling off his T-shirt and flinging it across the room. He started inching down his shorts, still swaying his hips.
"Les," Patty chortled, "if you don't stop, I'm gonna wet my pants."
He paid ho attention. Fluttering his eyes at her, looking deadly serious, he skinned out of his shorts and tossed them aside. He flexed his biceps, then thrust his hips forward and wiggled his pale limp cock, making it wag lewdly. Paula felt the first stirrings of excitement.
"You can't resist me," Lester said solemnly. "Admit it."
"All right, I can't resist you," Patty giggled.
He took a flying leap toward the bed, landing with a loud crash of springs, his pale dick wobbling crazily. Rolling over onto his back, his long muscular hairy legs hanging off the edge of the bed, he eyed his wife in her sheer black gown.
"Take off your clothes, baby," he said.
"Shit, I just put them on," said Patty. "I wanted to get all dressed up for you."
"I appreciate the effort," said Lester, "but I would also appreciate very much getting my rocks off before the cartoons are over and the kids start bugging us."
"You're so romantic," Patty sighed.
"All right," Lester said, "I don't wanta get my rocks off. I wanta make violent passionate love to you."
"That's better," said Patty, untying the belt of her negligee.
She slowly doffed the filmy garment and let it waft like a faint black cloud down from her shoulders and onto the floor. Lester watched intently as she reached around to unhook her bra and let her ripe round breasts wobble from their confinement. Patty grinned as she watched his hungry eyes following her bouncing pink nipples.
"How was your day, dear?" she said sweetly.
"Nothing much to brag about," Lester said. "Seduced a few five-year-olds, exposed myself in the park, peddled a little coke. Just routine. And you, my dear?"
Patty shrugged elaborately as she wriggled out of her bra. "Nothing special," she said. "Fucked the garbage men, all three of them, just after you left. Then, like I said, I was getting ready to do it with the milkman. Not much action today."
"How tedious," said Lester.
Patty grinned and started inching down her tiny black lace bikini panties. They were cut so low that it wasn't long before the glistening red hairs of her little muff started popping into view. Lester watched the downward progress of her panties, licking his lips.
Outside the window Paula focused hotly on Lester's pale limp prick. She saw it slowly coming to life, twitching faintly, swelling and lengthening. She saw it half rise from his crisp blond bush. As she eyed his long thick sausage, she felt her deprived pussy growing hot and moist and swollen. She envied Patty with all her heart....
Patty at last stepped out of her exotic black panties and kicked them aside. She strolled over to the bed, her pretty full tits jiggling delicately, pink nipples dancing. Her lovely flame-colored bush was bright and fluffy. She paused in front of Lester and eyed his semi-erect cock.
"Hard day, dear?" she said.
Lester glanced down at his lazy excuse for a hard-on. "Dumb shit doesn't seem to get the idea," he said. "Maybe you can help it out."
"Maybe it just doesn't start well in cold weather," Patty said. "Probably needs its batteries charged."
She dropped to her knees and gently pushed his legs farther apart. His long limp cock hung over the edge of the bed. Patty nosed against it, tickling it with her hot moist breath, then slipped one small hand under his flaccid rosy balls. She began to massage them gently but steadily, squeezing and releasing. Lester sighed and lay back on the bed, grinning slightly.
"It worked well enough yesterday," he said. "I think it needs a good cleaning."
Patty snickered. She leaned very close to his long fat soft prick, stuck out her wet pink tongue, and began to lap the silky pale meat. At the first fiery touch of her little tongue, Lester gasped with pleasure and lurched a little. Then he sank back again, sighing loudly as his pretty red-haired wife began to lick his cock from base to head with long lazy teasing strokes of her slick tongue.
"Ahhhh, yeah, that's what it needs," he sighed.
Paula watched in longing and envy. My God, how she'd like the chance to do that for some attractive man ... She'd never licked a cock before, but she knew instinctively that she'd get off on it. Her starved gash was getting wetter and hotter by the second. She moved closer to the window, breathing hard and fast. Patty's slick pink tongue was moving more swiftly now, from Lester's blond bush right up to the big purple head of his dick.
"Yeah, baby, yeah," he sighed, "lick that meat...."
Slowly his cock rose to full erection under his wife's lapping little tongue. Paula moaned softly as she watched it twitch, stiffen and point at the ceiling. It was so thick and hard ... She saw the big knobby head swell up tautly, the dark slit mouth releasing a bright bubble of juice. Patty's wicked little tongue lapped up the droplet, and another one formed in its place.
At last Patty sat back on her heels and admired his rigidly standing dick. "I want you're ready for action," she said.
"Then come here, baby," Lester said hoarsely.
Grinning, Patty climbed quickly onto the bed. As she did so, Paula had a quick glimpse of her pretty little copper-fringed slit. The flesh was rosy, ripe and red, swollen and ready-but no more ready than Paula's aching wet pussy. Too bad Patty wouldn't share that gorgeous hard-on of Lester's....
Lester seized his pretty little wife around the waist and quickly rolled her over onto her hands and knees, her pert round ass sticking up in the air. Now Paula had an even better view of her soaked gleaming pussy. Cream leaked thickly from the small shadowed mouth of her cunt.
"Let's try it this way," said Lester.
"Like dogs do it?" Patty said with faint disgust.
"Arf," said Lester.
Patty giggled and relaxed. She kept her cute taut ass raised, and Lester knelt behind her and poked the huge purple head of his erect dick between her tender pink pussylips. The small fleshy lips were stretched so wide, it looked like they would tear-but as he pushed his thick pale meat into her, Patty gave a hoarse moan of pleasure.
"Ohhh, darling," she sighed, "yes, yessss ... Stick it deep in me...."
Paula swayed dizzily as she watched Patty being penetrated. She could almost feel that magnificent thick dick easing into her own starved box. Even after eight years she remembered vividly how great it felt. Cream gushed from her achingly aroused cunt and soaked the crotch of her panties. Her need was so great that she had to clench her teeth to keep from moaning.
Lester's long pale dick slowly disappeared up Patty's small creaming hole. He gave a big horny sigh, then started balling her in deep quick strokes, his juice-soaked cock zipping in and out between her widely split pussylips. He panted hotly, and Patty moaned and whined with undisguised pleasure.
Paula couldn't wait a second longer. Quickly she slipped her hand up under her skirt, down inside her cream-soaked panties, and began to rub the highly sensitive button' of her clit. Fierce pleasure ripped through her belly.
"Ahhh," she whined, "ahhh...."
"Really getting off on it, huh, lady?" a voice said.
Paula gasped and jumped.
The voice came from directly behind her, low and raspy. She stood frozen, unable to think or move, till gradually she was aware that she still had her hand inside her panties. Blushing horribly, she whipped it out and let her skirt fall back into place. Oh, God, who was he, and how much had he seen? Swallowing hard, she turned slowly around to look at whoever had sneaked up on her.
"Surprise," he said.
She'd never seen him before. He was a tall man, over six feet, with powerful broad shoulders, dressed in jeans and denim jacket. His nose had been broken, his face scarred, and his thick black hair was bushy and unkempt. He was leering at her, showing stained but strong teeth.
"Honey, you must be pretty hard up," he said in that same raspy low voice, "watching other people fuck, frigging yourself. Maybe I can help out."
Paula finally found her voice. "W-Who are you?" she said. "How did you see me?"
"It don't matter who I am," he said. "The cops would like to know, but I ain't telling. I was casing that empty house over there, and I happened to see you. Nothing worth taking over there, but the night might not be a total loss after ail."
Paula went cold with fright. There had been a rash of burglaries in the neighborhood this month, the work of a professional. She started to back away from the man, but he reached quickly inside his jacket and produced a gun. Paula stopped still, her heart pounding.
"Play it smart, baby," he said. "Keep quiet and come with me, and you don't get hurt." He glanced quickly in the window where Patty and Lester were still happily fucking away. "You'll have to miss the end of the show-but I can give you the real thing."
He took her arm roughly and started guiding her away from the window. Paula moved along stiffly, not knowing what else to do. She understood all too well that she was about to be raped by this ugly scar-faced burglar, but she didn't know what she could do against a gun. It was probably wisest to submit and get it over with, even give him her purse. It might be humiliating, but it was better than being beaten or killed. She was sure the man was capable of both.
He led her into the darkness of the back yard next door. Paula knew the owners were on vacation. He took her into the concealment of some shrubbery and gave her a rough push. She fell to her knees on the grass. The man towered over her, spooky and shadowy in the faint moonlight.
"Strip," he said. The command was rough and short.
"Please," Paula whimpered, "please don't...."
He gave a snort of impatience. "Look, lady," he' growled, "I'm only gonna tell you this once. You do exactly as I say, and you don't fight or scream. Either that or I'll mess up your pretty face for good. You got it?"
Paula nodded quickly. Perhaps she was being cowardly, but she'd rather have her dignity injured than her looks. She quickly kicked off her shoes and slipped off her pantyhose. She started unbuttoning her blouse as she knelt on the damp grass. The man stood over her, breathing hard and loud.
"I can't figure it," he said, "a pretty chick like you doing a thing like that. I mean, I saw you in the light, and you are stacked, baby. Why should you have to get off in such a weird way? You must be some kind of kook, peering in windows and frigging yourself."
Paula blushed with shame. She knew he didn't mean for her to answer, and she just kept on taking her clothes off, trembling with fright. He'd seen everything, obviously, even her shameful act of rubbing her clit while she watched Patty and Lester balling. She felt humiliated.
Paula took off her blouse and skirt, then reached around to unhook her bra. She glanced up at the man once more, hoping for mercy, but all she got was a lewd grin. Sobbing quietly, she removed her bra, and her full melon-shaped breasts wobbled into view, the nipples large and light brown and cone-shaped. The man sucked in his breath.
"Oh, Jesus, you got great tits," he said. "Really big...."
Her skin felt scorching hot from blushing, yet she was cold with fear. Sobbing, she inched down her panties, hating the moment when he could see her lush triangular black bush. She heard his harsh loud breathing. When she was completely naked, she just squatted there, keeping her eyes lowered. "On your knees," he snapped.
She obeyed, kneeling before him, and he moved up to her, his tented crotch practically in her face. "Take my prick out," he said hoarsely. "Be gentle, too, or you'll be mighty damned sorry."
Paula's hands shook as she reached for his fly. She clumsily unzipped his jeans and saw that he wasn't wearing shorts. His taut erection snapped out at her through the open fly, pressing against her cheek. She gasped and jerked her head back. She hadn't had to take his cock out. It had practically attacked her, lurching stiffly from the confinement of his parts.
His dick was huge, pale and thick in the moonlight, pointing right up at the black sky. Blue veins feathered the taut milky-white skin. She could see just a bit of his wiry black bush. The head of his cock, capping eight inches of hard meat, was bloated and purple and savagely big. Glistening juice bubbled from the dark slit mouth.
"Touch it," he rasped. "Take it in your hand...."
"Oh, nooo," Paula sobbed.
He struck her hard across the face, making her reel with dizzy pain. "You dumb bitch," he snarled, "I told you before-either do just as I say, or get hurt. Now do I hafta tell you again?"
"N-No," Paula said quickly.
"Then do it," he said, "and do it fast."
She reached up and curled her fingers around his cock. It was huge in her fist, scalding hot and throbbing. The skin was silky and taut. As she closed her fingers firmly around it, she felt a sudden jolt of excitement. She hadn't touched a cock in eight years ... My God, she had to be hard up to get aroused by this sadist-but she couldn't ignore the sudden heat and wetness of her starved pussy.
"That's better," he said. "Now bring it down to your mouth ... Yeah, that's it ... Lick it. Lick the head real slow ... Yeah...."
Trembling and terrified, Paula put her tongue to a cock for the first time in her life. She stuck out her tongue and touched the slick tip of it to the taut hot flesh of his cock-head. At his instruction she began to move her wet tongue tip in slow circles around the head of his monstrous hard dick. The man shivered violently.
"Oh, yeah," he gasped, "that's what I like, doll ... Bet it tastes great to you, don't it? You like the taste of cock, lady?"
She didn't dignify his lewd question with a reply, but to her horror she realized that licking his fat purple prick-head was very exciting to her. Juice bubbled from his dick into her slowly circling tongue, and she enjoyed the taste. She hated this brutal man, but she loved his huge hard cock. She felt helpless pussy juice trickling down her inner thighs.
The man swayed before her, moaning softly as her little slick hot tongue aroused and stimulated the sensitive swollen head of his cock. Obviously it gave him extreme pleasure. More and more glistening bubbles of juice came from his prick, and Paula found herself lapping them up and eating them without being ordered. She hated herself for her hot arousal, but she couldn't deny the evidence of it-the taut, almost painful swelling of her pussy, the gushing mouth of her cunt, and the stiffening of her naked tits.
"Okay, that's enough," he said hoarsely. "Now I want you down on your hands and knees, just like that little redhead was taking it. You heard me, dammit-hurry up."
Paula had hesitated for just one stricken moment, realizing that the foreplay was over and she was about to be raped. Then she moved quickly, not wanting him to hit her again. She dropped to her hands and knees and raised her ass in the air. The man chuckled and moved around behind her....
"Don't hurt me," she whined, "please don't hurt me."
"That's the last thing in my mind, baby," he said, kneeling behind her. "I thought I'd give you some fun, give you a real good fuck. You sure as hell must need it, doing what you did."
Paula moaned in humiliation and shame. This was what her guilty peeping had led to-a brutal rape by a coarse stranger. She really couldn't blame the man for assuming that she wanted it. After all, a woman who masturbates while watching another couple fuck must be pretty hard up....
But not for this, she told herself. Oh, God, not this....
She heard him panting behind her, the jingle of his belt buckle as he lowered his jeans. Another moment and she felt his rough callused hands seizing her naked hips as he steadied himself. Then the hard hot head of his cock nosed into the creamy little pit of her cunt mouth-and in spite of herself she trembled with excitement and almost moaned aloud.
"Yeah, you want it, all right," he panted. "You're wet down here, doll, soaked ... Oh, yeah ... I'll give it to you...."
Paula stiffened as she felt his rock-hard thick prick easing into her, but as he pushed steadily up her famished wet cunt, she relaxed and welcomed it, creaming hotly all around his stiff impalement. She hated herself for loving it, but she knew she wasn't going to resist. Her first fuck in eight long years, and she needed it desperately ... She clawed the grass as his huge prick came to rest against her womb.
"Ahhh, Jesus, you're like a furnace in there, baby," he moaned. "Feel good to you?"
Paula didn't answer. She had her jaw clenched to stifle her cries of delight. His huge hard cock felt fantastically good in her. He began to move it, fucking her in deep hard quick strokes, and she was lost. She needed it so much, loved it so much, that she could no longer keep quiet.
"Ahhh," she moaned, "AHHHH...."
He chuckled knowingly. "Yeah, you dig it, all right," he panted. "I feel you creaming. My cock feels great to you, don't it?"
She wouldn't answer his lewd question, but she couldn't stop her wanton starved body from giving every other evidence of hot arousal. Her hips moved with a will of their own, slamming back to take his thick meat clear to her womb. Her famished cunt creamed heavily around his pounding cock, nipping and squeezing greedily. Her voice was hoarse and loud with pleasure.
"Ahhhh, God," she wailed, "oooo ... OOOO...."
He fucked her harder and harder, his huge hard dick raking and stuffing her gushing hot box. She craved that hard brutal balling. She felt a thunderous orgasm building up in her flaming twat, and as it burst over her, she lost control of herself completely.
"EEE," she screamed, "Yes, YES, fuck meee ... AHHHH...."
She writhed and shook with intense pleasure, and as she came the man bellowed and shot his thick steamy load into her. They humped violently together for a long moment, then collapsed onto the grass. Almost at once he stood up and pulled up his jeans.
"You better get yourself a steady man, honey," he said contemptuously. "You're about the horniest lady I ever met."
He walked away swiftly, leaving her naked and sobbing on the grass.
CHAPTER FIVE
She didn't remember getting home. She woke with a start before the alarm went off, before it was even full daylight. As she remembered the events of last night, she sobbed in shame. It came back all too vividly, the burglar's brutal and vulgar use of her body-and her delirious wanton response. She'd been raped, and she'd loved it.
"Oh, God, what's wrong with me?" she moaned.
It was a stupid question, and she knew the answer all too well. That man had been right last night-she needed a steady lover. As she got wearily out of bed and took a shower, she vowed that from now on she'd behave like a normal person. She'd join a club, go to bars, meet men somehow. She wouldn't peep again ... She couldn't live with her conscience if she went on like this.
By late afternoon Paula found her noble resolve melting. Far from appeasing her nagging lust, last night's rape had only intensified her yearning for a man. She'd been reminded of the wild pleasure of fucking, reminded of how badly she missed it. She needed it more than ever. Well, then, she'd better go about it like a decent sane person. No more peeping.
On her way home she determinedly entered a fashionable cocktail lounge and ordered a martini. She tried to look smiling and relaxed. Joan Hagen picked up desirable men this way, so why not Paula? As she sipped her drink, several of the men at the bar glanced at her with obvious approval, and finally one of them slid off his stool and strolled over to her table. Paula's heart pounded.
She looked up and saw, with great disappointment, that he was a little fat man, perhaps sixty, with a face like Porky Pig. He was well dressed and neatly groomed, but he didn't turn her on at all. He grinned at her and pulled out a chair and sat down.
"Hello," he said, "my name's Rex. You don't have to tell me yours-I know you girls just make up names for the occasion. You look a little too expensive for me, to be honest, but I could give you fifty bucks."
Paula slowly reddened clear down to her toes. She didn't know what Joan Hagen would do in a situation like this, but SHE certainly did not like being mistaken for a hooker. She'd never felt so humiliated in her life. Leaving her half-finished drink, she snatched up her purse and fled from the place.
She hurried down the main street of town, trying to stop the tears of shame that trickled down her cheeks. Joan Hagen probably would have laughed the scene off or even accepted the money. Paula wasn't built that way. She was shy, modest, and she had pride. Perhaps it was a silly pride, but she didn't want to fuck that fat little man, and she didn't want anyone to think she sold her body.
She couldn't stop crying, and people were starting to stare at her, so she ducked into the nearest alley. Her intentions were innocent, just to get away from curious eyes, but halfway down the alley she realized she was in a familiar place. She saw the brightly lit bedroom window of Helen and Art Davis.
She stopped as if encountering an invisible barrier. Helen was standing in the bedroom before a full-length mirror, clad only in her skimpy bra and panties, turning round and round, inspecting her figure. Silently, as if drawn by a magnet, Paula sneaked into the back yard and got as close to the window as she dared.
Art Davis appeared in the open doorway and looked coolly at his slender shapely wife. He was sipping a drink and wearing a blue jump-suit, rather ridiculous on a man his age.
"Stop gloating," he said to Helen. "You know damned well you've got a good body."
"Not good enough for you, however," Helen replied with equal coldness.
"Oh, for God's sake," Art said wearily, "what do you expect after twenty-five years of marriage? Naturally I want a little variety. And so do you, dammit. Don't be so hypocritical. You didn't object when I proposed this evening's little party."
"You'd better be damned sure those people can be trusted," Helen said. "It would ruin our reputations if it got out. People would be scandalized to know that the town's most respected couple has started swinging."
"You don't have to worry about the Nelsons," Art said. "Their reputations are important, too. Now hurry up and get dressed, dammit, and stop leering at yourself. They'll be here any minute." Helen scowled at him, then went to the closet and picked out a cherry-red low-cut gown. She was just zipping it up when the doorbell rang.
"Come along," Art said. "That'll be the Nelsons."
Helen and Art Davis left the bedroom, turning off the light. Paula stood there with her mouth hanging open. She already knew the Davises had a pretty kinky sex life, but she'd never dreamed they'd have the nerve to try swinging. And with the Nelsons, of all people ... Dick and Pam Nelson were among the town's social leaders, too, rich and respectable.
Paula couldn't resist. She just had to see how this strange "party" went. She crept around the side of the house till she came to the lighted living room window. There was a convenient tall bush to shield her from the road. She took her place behind it and peered into the room. Helen and Art were just welcoming Dick and Pam, everyone all polite smiles.
"Good to see you again, Dick."
"Pam, darling, how are you?"
And so on-as if they were going to have a barbecue instead of an orgy. Paula couldn't get over the hypocrisy of these people. Even when it came to sex they acted phony. Dick Nelson, owner of a prosperous real estate firm, was a big bluff red-faced man of middle age, a hand-pumper and back-slapper. His wife Pam, a bleached blonde of about forty, minced and simpered and cooed as she greeted the Davises.
Art made stiff drinks for everybody, and they sat around a coffee table, looking a little ill at ease. Dick, who was incapable of not talking for more than a few seconds, finally broke the ice, speaking in a booming falsely-hearty voice.
"Well," he said, "I guess we're all amateurs at this sport, but that's no reason to be shy. Pam and I were pretty excited by your proposal, Art. After all, when you've been married a long time, something like this can liven things up."
"You're telling me," Helen said dryly.
Art flashed her a scowl, but she only smiled, shifting her gaze pointedly to Dick Nelson's crotch. He grinned and said, "Well, why don't we get started? I'm sure as hell ready."
"Fine with me," said Helen with perfect composure.
She set down her drink, rose, and unzipped the back of her dress. As she let the garment slip downward, Dick Nelson gawked hungrily at her, his already beefy face going flushed and horny. He licked his lips, and Paula could see his crotch going tented. He got rather shakily to his feet and started fumbling with his fly.
Art and Pam stared at the other couple, looking more nervous than turned on. Art's fly was flat, no sign of erection, and Pam kept her long legs tight together, sitting stiffly in her chair. They glanced at each other once, blushed hotly, and started looking at Helen and Dick again.
Helen stepped out of her dress, wearing only a ridiculously flimsy matching pink bra and panty set. "Well, come on, you two," she said, "get with it. Dick and I are rarin' to go, aren't we, Dick?"
"Y-Yeah," Dick stammered.
He was standing there with his pants puddled around his ankles, looking ridiculous. He had a slight paunch, and his hairy legs were wormy white. His boxer shorts were obscenely tented with a huge erection. He was gawking at Helen's lush figure andjicking his lips feverishly.
Art and Pam sat rigid in their chairs, and Dick drooled and stared. Helen seemed to be the only one who wasn't awkward or uptight. She smiled serenely at Dick and unhooked her bra, flinging it aside. Her full ripe tits wobbled into freedom, and Dick almost tripped over his pants as he lurched toward her. Helen gave him a slightly impatient look as she started inching down her panties.
"Dick, darling," she said, "we must be more graceful. Why don't you take off your pants before you try to walk? Then come over here. We need to show these two how to do it, it appears."
"Oh, we'll join you in a minute," Art said quickly.
"Yes," Pam said nervously, "we're just, uh, getting warmed up."
Paula was not too impressed so far with this awkward and nervous example of swinging. She'd read about swinging before, but in the books it always went smoothly and excitingly, with roomfuls of people crawling all over each other and taking their pleasure wherever they found it. The idea turned her on in a wicked way. But this roomful of anxious middle-aged people was hardly exciting. Only Helen could save the party. No one else seemed to know what to do.
Dick obeyed Helen's instructions, blushing beet red as he doffed the rest of his clothes. He was a big beefy man, but this erect milky-white prick was only a skinny five incher. It hugged his flabby belly, the head red and hard and shining. His dull rose balls flopped lewdly as he walked over to Helen.
She stood there, hands on hips, stark naked and completely at ease. Dick devoured her body with his hot eyes. Paula thought Helen looked a little disappointed as she eyed Dick's cock, but she seemed determined not to let the party flop. With a resigned sigh Helen stretched out on the deep gold wall-to-wall carpet and parted her slim shapely legs, exposing her scarlet wet pussy to everyone on the room.
"I hope you like to eat pussy, darling," she said to Dick, "because that's my very favorite thing."
Dick opened his mouth to answer her, but nothing came out except a lusty gurgle. With a loud wheeze he went to his hands and knees and crawled between Helen's widely parted legs. His balding head dipped down into her crotch, and Paula saw his long red tongue snaking out. Then she heard an obscenely loud slurping noise.
"Ahhhh, YES," Helen gasped. "My God, Dick, I underestimated you. You really know how to eat pussy. Ummm, that's NICE...."
Helen went limp and yielding on the rug, her legs thrown as far apart as she could get them, knees drawn up. Her handsome face was contorted in a lusty grin, her eyes rolling crazily. Her teeth flashed, and she made husky moans of pleasure.
Dick's shiny head bobbed wildly up and down in her crotch.
"Ahhhh, God, yessss," Helen whined, "LOVE it, darling ... Your tongue feels so good on my pussy...."
Art and Pam, still sitting rigidly in their chairs, were gawking at the moaning women and slowly turning red. Art's crotch gradually K""an to tent, and he licked his lips and snuck a few excited glances at Pam. Paula recalled how he loved to hear his wife tell about other men she'd balled. He must really get off on watching her, too.
Pam's blue eyes were enormously wide as she watched her husband loudly eating another woman's pussy. Her mouth dropped open, and her little pink tongue sneaked out to lick her lips. She began squirming in her chair like a little kid who has to pee. She started making very faint cooing noises.
Paula wasn't sure if Pam Nelson was aroused or hysterical. She watched the bleached blonde writhing in her chair, gawking at Helen and Dick. Finally Pam whirled and stared at Art Davis, a hot glazed look, and Art caught the look and turned red again. Apparently he got her message, for he came bounding out of his chair and started unzipping his jump suit.
"Yeah, come on, you two," Helen groaned, "get with it ... Jesus, Pam, your husband is a great muff diver."
Pam said nothing. She got shakily to her feet, still gawking at the other couple, and started unbuttoning her dress. Art was out of his jump suit, his jockey shorts sharply tented with his fierce little hard-on. He skinned out of the shorts, then hurried over to Pam, who was fumbling blindly with her buttons.
"Allow me," he said.
Pam just stood there, as if in a daze, watching the other couple while Art swiftly opened her dress. His skinny hard prick rubbed her leg. He got the dress down to her feet, then unhooked her tiny pink bra and drew it off. Pam wasn't much in the boobs department, just two pretty little bumps the size of half apples, capped with small rosy nipples.
Art tugged down her panties and exposed her brown fluffy fur patch, incidentally proving that she dyed her hair. Pam hardly seemed to notice that she was being undressed, but Art was hotly aware of her tall slender firm body. When she was naked, he lifted her out of her puddle of discarded clothes and eased her down onto the carpet.
Pam was still staring at the other couple, as if dazed. She submitted limply, like a Barbie doll, as Art moved her onto her back and drew apart her long coltish legs. Snuffling lustily, he scrambled between her legs and jammed his flushed face into her crotch. Paula saw his tongue dart out and wriggle between the furry lips of her bush.
As Art began licking her dainty pink slit, Pam at last showed some animation. Her eyes fluttered, her slim tall body flushed all over, and she made a little shrill bird cry. Art's white head bobbed up and down between her thighs, and he made a loud slurping and sucking noise to add to Dick's lewd sounds.
"Ooooo," Pam squealed.
Her normally dull and vacant face lit up, her red mouth twisting in a horny little grin. She sighed loudly and let her legs fall wide open. She lay not uiree feet from Helen. The two excited women gasped and panted and moaned as the men swiftly and loudly licked their exposed wet pussies.
Paula moved a little outside the window to get a better view. When she could see more clearly what the men were doing, she had to stifle a loud sigh of envy. No man had ever gone down on her, but she could easily see how great it would feel. Dick and Art aroused their partners with long slow sensuous movements of their wet hot tongues, snaking over taut clits and into steamy folds of pussylips and up the dripping welcoming mouths of cunts.
Paula whimpered with frustration. She'd love to have that done to her. She started to slip her hand under her skirt, then blushed and looked around her. If that burglar should come back and catch her again, she'd die of humiliation. She couldn't see anyone, though, so she risked easing her hand inside her panties and rubbing the ever-greedy hot lump of her clit.
"Ahhhh," she murmured.
Meanwhile the hot noisy pussy-eating was going on, full force. Pam seemed utterly content with it, her face flushed and grinning, her voice shrill and excited. Helen, while she was obviously enjoying it, began to look a little bored and impatient. At last she pushed at Dick's shoulders, and he raised his red cream-soaked face from her snatch, licking his lips.
"That was lovely, darling," Helen said huskily, "but it's time to do something different. I love variety. Why don't you just lie back and let me do something different?"
"That's fine with me," Dick said with a leer.
He rolled heavily onto his back, his stiff skinny cock pointing up at the ceiling. Helen crawled over to him, eying his rigid pale dick like a lost man in the desert approaching a water hole. She knelt beside the big florid man and tickled her fingers naughtily up and down the stiff throbbing stalk of his cock. Dick gasped with arousal.
"What a lovely cock-stand, darling," Helen purred. "Mind if I taste it?"
"Be my guest," Dick said eagerly.
Her head dipped down, and Paula saw her pink tongue flick out to wriggle into his pubic bush, a thick thatch of brown and grey hairs. Helen licked her way out of the little jungle and onto the thick base of his cock. Her wicked pink tongue tickled slowly upward, swishing around and around his blue-veined pillar. The closer she got to the naked purple head, the more excited Dick became.
"Ahhhh, yeah," he panted, "yeah, lick my cock, baby ... Ohhhh, Jesus, that's good...."
Helen took her time, savoring the salty juice that trickled down from his bloated purple cock-head. At last she reached the head itself, and she snaked her tongue right into the little cream-hole, lapping up his bubbling juice as fast as it appeared. She swallowed it with a loud greedy gurgle. Then she moved her slick hot little tongue very slowly around and around the fat hard head of his erect dick, making the beefy salesman moan hoarsely. "Awwww, baby, that's good," he whined.
Art and Pam were still at their game, but they were pausing more and more frequently to see what was making Dick pant and whine with such hot excitement. Pam looked at Helen and narrowed-her eyes. She got up quickly and pushed art onto his back. She went to her knees beside him and lunged for his stiff skinny prick, blonde hair flying. She began to lick the rigid pale cock vigorously, and Art gasped with pleasure.
Paula at last understood what made Pam run. She was simply imitating Helen, following her lead, and trying to do even better. Poor Pam was not too bright, and in this new and unusual situation she had no idea how to proceed. So she did whatever Helen did-Helen licked a cock, so Pam licked a cock. Paula had to admit she was a very fast learner.
"Ummmm, great, honey," Art gasped. "That feels great ... Yeah, baby, lick that meat...."
Pam's shiny little pink tongue zipped up and down, around and around, lathering Art's whole stiff prick with her bright saliva. She went one better than Helen, licking and faster and harder. Art lay back and watched her avidly tonguing his cock, and he grinned contentedly. It wasn't enough for the jaded bank president just to have his dick eaten, however. He also had to keep sneaking glances at his wife as she licked Dick Nelson's prick. Obviously it turned him on to watch her making out with another man.
Helen got off on watching Art with Pam, too. The Davises were definitely turned on by each other's infidelities. Swinging was probably the best possible deal for them-infidelity in the comfort of one's own home, plus voyeurism for an added kick.
Paula felt sorry for them, but at the same time she couldn't help feeling wickedly aroused by the kinky scene.. She wished she had the nerve to take part in something like that. She wished she was as bold and uninhibited in her lust as Helen Davis. Helen was having a marvelous time, licking loudly on Dick's rock-hard prick. Her scarlet gash, turned towards Paula, was dripping wet and swollen with arousal.
"Ummm," Helen murmured, "you have a very tasty cock, darling."
"Why, thank you kindly, ma'am," Dick chuckled. "You got a mighty tasty pussy, too."
Art and Pam weren't up to such witty repartee. Poor Pam wasn't bright enough, and Art wasn't much of a talker. Suddenly Helen changed the pace of the game again, and Pam paused to stare. Helen gave a lusty growl and suddenly sucked Dick's whole prick into her mouth, sucked it in till his hairy balls rubbed her chin. She started sucking loudly and juicily on it, and Dick rose right off the rug.
"AWWW," he bawled, "oh, Lordy, yes ... Yes, suck my cock, honey...."
Pam dutifully imitated Helen. She opened her red-lipsticked mouth and brought it down around the fat purple head of Art's stiff little prick. Paula saw the slim pale stalk slowly disappearing between Pam's lips, till Art's small hard nuts touched her chin. Art's eyes got wider and wider as he felt his meat sheathed in her hot saliva. He emitted a shrill horny cry of pleasure.
"EHHHH," Art yelped. "Oh, Jesus, yeah ... Suck my cock, baby ... Yeah, that's great...."
As Art gave his bleating goat noises of lusty enjoyment and Pam sucked loudly and juicily on his prick, Helen looked over at them, and her expression changed to annoyance. She was catching onto the fact that Pam imitated everything she did. She obviously wanted to make some scathing remark, but her mouth was stuffed full of Dick's cock. Her eyes gleamed for a moment, as if she were getting an idea.
Paula watched avidly, envying the women those tasty hard cocks they were sucking. She remembered last night when the scar-faced burglar had forced her to lick the head of his cock. God help her, she'd gotten so hotly aroused by that ... Whining in frustration, she rubbed faster on her soaked joy button. Without a man of her own, it was the only way she could appease her nagging lust.
Helen lifted her head, and Dick's gleaming spit-soaked cock snapped out of her mouth and pointed at the ceiling. Helen had a wicked grin on her face. She got up and marched over to a big overstuffed chair and plumped her firm little ass down into it. She flung her long legs up over the arms of the chair, obscenely exposing her soaked red slit.
Nothing was hidden, from the puckered mouth of her anus to the taut lump of her clit peeking through her brown bush. The others gawked at her.
"Dick, darling," she said huskily, "ball me...."
Dick banged his shin on the coffee table getting to her but didn't appear to notice his injury. Wheezing loudly, he went hard to his knees before her lewdly offered pussy. He gawked at her rosy swollen cuntlips with their fringe of brown curls, at the gushing mouth of her twat. Helen Davis was lewdly wet and ready.
"Darling," she drawled, "are you going to admire it or fuck it?"
Dick was beyond humor. He just grunted and seized his rigidly swollen prick, gingerly bending it down to touch the scalding wet flesh of her pussy.
Panting, he wedged the fat purple head of his dick between the swollen cuntlips. He pushed, and his engorged pale cock slowly eased into Helen's hot dripping hole.
"Ahhhh," she moaned, "ahhh, yes, get into me, lover ... Deep ... Deeper ... Ohhh, yesss...."
As she took his rock-hard cock clear to her womb, she looked up and caught Pam's eye, as if to say, Well, are you going to copy THAT? But her evaluation of the other woman was good. Pam was blushing hotly. Pam was too modest to sit in a chair like that and wantonly expose her whole slit to everyone in the room. Pam obviously could not bring herself to do it.
Art saved the staring blonde from further confusion. Gently he pushed at her shoulders and released his stiff spit-soaked cock from her red lips. He held her by the waist arid maneuvered her over him, till she straddled his loins. Pam stared stupidly at him, not getting the idea. Art grinned encouragingly and slammed his stubby cock upward, neatly impaling her. As Pam felt the hot stiff meat ramming into her wet cunt mouth, she finally got the idea.
"Oh," she said brightly, "you wanta ball, Art?"
"That's the idea, luv," he sighed.
He started to fuck her in quick horny little lunges, grinning happily. After a moment of adjustment, Pam started digging it, too. She made little cooing and mewing noises, and her cunt dribbled hot cream around his poking prick. Pam might be a little slow, but she certainly wasn't frigid.
Dick's flabby ass flew as he hungrily worked his erect swollen cock in Helen's wantonly offered box. Helen lolled back in the chair, eyes rolling, tongue lolling, deep in pleasure. Her ravenous cunt spewed gushing thick cream all around Dick's probing white pole. She was beyond caring whether Pam copied her act.
Paula watched the scene wide-eyed, rubbing briskly on her wet little clit, envying the other women with all her heart. She soon brought herself off, but it was just a little sting of pleasure, a temporary release, nothing like the gigantic body-wrenching orgasm she'd had last night with the prowler rapist.
She watched the two couples humping away and felt strangely empty. A week ago, this scene would have excited her wildly, but now even peeping wasn't doing it for her. It had been a temporary kick, another inadequate substitute for the real thing.
She needed a man, that was all there was to it. But how in the world was she going to find one?
CHAPTER SIX
The next evening on her way home from work, Paula paused outside the cocktail lounge where the little fat man had mistaken her for a hooker. She knew she should gather her courage and go in again, and to hell with what anyone thought. She couldn't do it, though. She was too shy, too scared.
As she was moving away, the door of the lounge swung open and Joan Hagen strode out, grinning, with a man on both arms.
Even Paula had to smile. Surely Joan didn't intend to take both those men home with her? The lush-bodied blonde divorcee was talking avidly to both her partners, and they bent eagerly forward to catch her words. They were both young handsome men, at least ten years younger than Joan. Paula saw them all get into a car.
Paula knew then and there that she was going to walk down Joan's alley and see what happened. She couldn't believe Joan meant to take both men home for a romp-so how did she propose to ditch, one of them without hurting his feelings or causing a fight? Paula had to know. She hurried off the main street. With the heavy rush hour traffic, she'd get to Joan's house just about as fast as the car.
It was dark and spooky in the alley, but Paula didn't think about that. She was burning with curiosity to know how Joan was going to handle this situation. She wondered why Joan had been foolish enough to leave the bar with two men in the first place. Surely it could only lead to trouble. Paula crept quietly into Joan's small neglected back yard and concealed herself in some bushes just as the car arrived. Joan and the two attractive young men got out, laughing and talking animatedly. Joan took both of them into the house and turned on the living room lights. Paula shook her head in wonder. How in hell was Joan going to handle it?
She crept quickly around the side of the house and peered into the living room. Joan was making drinks, and the two young men were sitting and stealthily eying her ripe tall figure from behind. She brought them their drinks and got one for herself, sitting in a chair midway between the two men.
Joan was wearing a very provocative outfit, a short red skirt that hardly covered the tops of her thighs. It showed her excellent legs to advantage, and Paula could see just a tantalizing little glimpse of red panty crotch. The men had to be able to see it, too. Joan wore a matching red blouse cut so low that her big ripe tits were only half covered. One sneeze and her nipples would pop out. The men were leaning forward in their chairs, gawking at her crotch and cleavage.
Both guys were bearded and husky. The blond one was named Dave and the black-haired one was Rick. So Paula learned from the conversation. Joan was chatting gaily away, as if unaware that she was practically making the men fall out of their chairs. But Joan had to be aware, dammit. She had to know she was arousing Dave and Rick to fever pitch and that they'd both want to ball her.
"So you live alone, huh, Joan?" Rick said.
"Yeah, but I don't love it," Joan said. "It gets lonely."
"No need for a beautiful broad-I mean, woman-like you to be lonely," Dave said. "You can have me for company any time."
"Me, too," said Rick.
It was so obvious that they both wanted her, Paula didn't know how Joan could miss it. But the blonde divorcee looked completely calm and cool. She just smiled and sipped her drink and went on chatting as if she didn't have two panting horny young studs practically in her lap.
"So you two are buddies?" she said.
"Yeah, ever since we were kids," said Rick. "We went to school together, and we were in the Army together. We share an apartment."
"And you do everything together?" said Joan. Dave chuckled, "Well, not everything. I mean, there are a few things a guy does by himself."
"Yeah," Rick laughed, "we sure as hell don't screw together."
"Why not?" Joan said lazily.
The two young men looked at her, then at each other, then at Joan again. They both blushed slightly. So did Paula. She could see what Joan was getting at, but she couldn't believe it. Did Joan really mean to ball BOTH those guys?
"You, uh, wouldn't see anything wrong with that, then?" Rick said. "I mean, having two guys at once."
"No, why should I?" said Joan calmly. "Sounds like fun to me."
Both men swallowed hard and exchanged glances again, as if they, like Paula, couldn't believe she really meant it. Dave said a little croakily, "Well, like for instance, if you liked both of us, and we both liked you-you'd, uh, ball us both?"
"Sure," said Joan.
The two young men were obviously excited, but neither seemed to know what to do next. Joan understood the problem, and she created a diversion. Only Paula saw just how she did it. She appeared to be idly caressing a string of pearls around her throat, but without the men seeing, she unfastened the clasp. The heavy necklace dropped down her smooth ripe cleavage and disappeared inside her blouse.
"Oops," said Joan, "there goes my necklace."
"I'll get it," Dave and Rick said simultaneously.
And simultaneously they slipped their hands inside her blouse. The necklace was quickly forgotten, as Joan had no doubt planned. Firm eager hands closed over her big hot braless breasts, eager hands drew her blouse open. While Dave and Rick fondled one tit apiece, Joan leaned back in her chair and grinned wickedly to herself.
Paula swayed dizzily outside the window.
Somehow the Davises' little orgy hadn't turned her on nearly as much as Joan's deft seduction of the two bearded young men. Paula thought of having two men at once, and her famished pussy went immediately wet and scalding. To have two attractive guys playing with her naked tits, panting to get her to bed-it would be heavenly.
She moaned softly and drew closer to the window. Dave and Rick had Joan's big firm tits out and were squeezing and kissing them hungrily. Joan's eyes fluttered, and she licked her lips, getting quickly turned on. When the two men started inching their hands up under her short red skirt, she didn't protest.
"Hey, did you really mean what you said?" Rick asked hoarsely. "I mean, would you really take both of us to bed?"
"I'd love to," said Joan with a big grin.
One thing about Joan, there was no bullshit, no beating around the bush. When she wanted a man, she cheerfully told him so. It was clear now that she'd wanted both these handsome young studs, hadn't been able to choose between them, and so had decided to ball them both. To a woman with Joan's simple and uncomplicated sex drive, it was both, a logical and pleasant solution. Paula envied her with all her heart. She wished she had Joan's nerve.
The men were gawking at her. "You'd take both of us to bed?" Dave said wonderingly. "At the same time?"
"Sure," said Joan, beginning to sound a little impatient. "I've never tried it before, but it's something I've always wanted to do."
"Well, uh, when would you like to try it?" said Rick.
"How about right now?" said Joan. "If you guys will just let go of my tits, I'll show you the way to the bedroom."
They moved back, stunned and still not quite believing her. Joan got to her feet, downed the rest of her drink, and marched out of the room. The two young men followed her, exchanging wide-eyed glances. Paula nipped around to the back of the house and got into position just as Joan flipped on the bedroom light. The tall blonde divorcee looked blissfully happy. She appeared to have no inhibitions at all.
"Come on in, boys," she said. "Don't be bashful."
Dave and Rick entered the bedroom hesitantly, looking shy and awkward. Joan grinned at them and unbuttoned her blouse and drew it off. Out fell the string of pearls, but no one bothered to pick it up. The two men gawked hungrily at her large melon-shaped boobs. The fleshy globes wobbled enticingly, pink nipples dancing, as Joan unzipped her skirt.
The short flimsy skirt wafted down to the floor, and Joan stepped gracefully out of it, wearing only a tiny pair of red bikini panties. She looked right at the men, grinning, wantonly thrusting her huge creamy tits forward. She thrust her pelvis forward, too, and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. She inched the garment slowly down, and two hot lusty pairs of eyes followed. Bright blonde pussy hairs popped into view.
"Oh, man," Rick moaned, "I don't believe this."
Neither did Paula. She was so hotly aroused by the scene that steamy cunt juice soaked right through the crotch of her panties and ran down her inner thighs. She was imagining that she was Joan, and it was driving her wild. If she only had the nerve to do such a thing ... Two stiff young cocks would be her reward.
She couldn't even wait for the action to start. Moaning softly, she slipped her hand inside her soaked panties and started frigging herself, her fingertip busy on the plump eager button of her clit. She watched avidly as Joan Hagen unblushingly lowered her panties in front of the two gawking young men.
"A real blonde," said Dave wonderingly.
"You better believe it, honey," said Joan. "I sure as hell don't dye THIS."
Her panties were down, her bright golden muff wantonly displayed. She kicked the panties out of the way and walked calmly over to the two men, her beautiful big boobs wobbling heavily. Dave and Rick's eyes jerked back and forth as they followed her jiggling nipples, as if they were watching a tennis match.
"You guys aren't with it," Joan said. "You've still got your clothes on."
She seized the zipper tab of Rick's jeans and deftly opened his fly in one clean motion. Before he knew it, she had his pants down. He wasn't wearing shorts. From a thick blue-black bush his pale cock stood stiffly against his belly, seven thick inches of hard ready meat. Joan made a little purring noise and tickled her fingertips over the silky throbbing flesh of his dick.
"Ummm, nice," she said.
"Oh, Jesus," Rick gasped.
Spinning, she unzipped Dave's pants and tugged them down while he reddened and gawked at her. He wasn't wearing shorts, either. His bush was light blond and thick, his cock almost a twin of his buddy's, long and thick and taut. Joan purred and ran her fingers lightly up and down the hard hot shaft.
"VERY nice," she murmured.
Dave and Rick looked at each other, finally figuring out that it had to be for real, that they couldn't be sharing the same dream. They dizzily stepped out of their pants and drew off their shirts while Joan watched. Her greedy blue eyes skipped back and forth between their magnificent stiff young cocks. She looked absolutely delighted.
Paula, busily rubbing her wet tender clit, moaned with envy. That lucky bitch Joan-in just a moment she was going to get both those delicious-looking pricks. Paula could have used them and a dozen more like them, she was so starved for a good fuck. Hot steamy cunt juice ran in thick steady streams down her legs. Again she cursed her shy nature, which would never permit her to pick up men like that nervy Joan Hagen did.
When Dave and Rick were naked, Joan grinned and walked over to her big bed. She didn't turn back the covers, just flopped lazily onto the bed and patted two places beside her. The two men were there in an instant, one on each side of her. Rick seemed to be fixated on her huge swollen tits. He hogged them, gathering them up to his face, kissing and licking and sucking loudly on her tender pink nipples. Joan gave a husky little moan of pleasure.
Her legs were wide open, and Dave zeroed in on her pretty red gash. He gently parted the lips of her blonde muff and exposed the tiny red button of her clit. He stuck out his tongue and lashed the little bud hungrily. Joan gasped with pleasure, and a big bright surge of cunt juice wet her whole swollen gash.
"Ahhhh, God, yes," she sighed. Her voice was blissful-and for good reason. One handsome young man was sucking her tits, another licking her clit. Paula couldn't imagine a greater pleasure.
Outside the window she frigged herself feverishly, her hand soaked with the uncontrollable juicing of her long-denied cunt. She had to masturbate to relieve her overpowering need, but it really wasn't much fun, not compared to the fun Joan Hagen was having. Paula sobbed with envy. Why couldn't SHE get balled, too?
Dave and Rick took their time enjoying Joan's lush creamy body, but finally their stiff swollen cocks urged them to more basic action. They both got the notion at the same time, and they collided as they both tried to mount her. There was an angry exchange of words, but Joan laughed.
"Hey, baby, it ain't funny," Rick said. "How you gonna work this? We both wanta ball you."
Joan said, "Well, dummy, there's more than one hole."
When the two young men looked uncomprehending, she sighed and-reached for Rick, maneuvering him to squat over her swollen ripe boobs. His taut rosy balls brushed her nipples, and she gently brought his rigid pale prick down to graze her lips. She stuck out her tongue and tickled the bloated purple head of his cock, lapping up his bubbling juice.
"Oh, yeah," Rick gasped, "I get the idea now...."
So did Dave. While his buddy squatted over Joan, he scrambled between her legs and thrust his stiff thick cock into the steamy flooded pit of her cunt mouth. Panting, he penetrated her in one long rough poke, his taut red balls coming to rest against her scalding wet gash. Joan gave a prolonged moan of pleasure.
"Ahhhh, God, YES," she cried hoarsely. "That feels soooo good ... Do it to me, darling, do it HARD...."
Rick twisted his head around to see what his buddy was up to. He grinned when he saw Dave's thick cream-soaked meat slicing swiftly in and out of Joan's juicy hair-fringed box.
"Yeah, buddy, ball her," he said excitedly. "I'll take care of this end...."
It was more like Joan taking care of him. She gulped his cock, taking the whole fat length right into her throat, and began sucking loudly and wetly on the tasty hot prick. Rick gave a roar of excitement.
"Oh, Jesus, YEAH," he yelped, "blow me, baby, suck meeee...."
Dave was whining, too, digging the scalding tight fit of her nipping cunt. He slammed his straining hard cock in and out of her without restraint. Joan, her mouth stuffed with cock, could make no sound except a lusty gurgling, but she was clearly having the time of her life. Her blue eyes rolled lustily as she sucked ravenously on Rick's cock.
Paula rubbed her clit steadily as she watched, and presently she felt a feeble little orgasm that did nothing to appease her lust. She sighed with envy and frustration as she started to frig herself again, trying for a more powerful come. It was no use. She wanted what Joan had. She wanted a real cock.
"Oh, dammit," she wept, "why not ME?"
She heard a snigger of harsh laughter behind her, and before she could turn, two big rough hands slipped around her and pressed hotly against her swollen breasts. She felt herself pulled hard against a big rough male body. Terrified, she turned her head slowly and looked into the leering scarred face of the burglar.
"Hello again," he said dryly.
Paula was powerfully ashamed. He'd caught her again with her hand in her pants, wickedly beating off while she watched other people fucking. He must think she was some kind of sickie. She knew what she was in for, too. He'd feel free to do anything he wanted with her....
With one powerful muscle-knotted arm he held her against him, and with the other he reached up inside her skirt and drew her hand away from her snatch. He pulled her panties down to her knees. Paula was too scared and ashamed to move or speak. He slipped his rough hand between her legs and placed a fingertip on the red-hot wet lump of her clit. He started to tickle the little button.
"Ahhhh," Paula moaned.
He chuckled. "Yeah, I figured you'd get off on that," he said in his now-familiar raspy voice. "Just don't be too loud. I wanta watch this show, too."
So now she had a partner in her wicked spying. The burglar worked his rough thick fingertip on her squirting hot clit, and together they watched Joan Hagen fucking and sucking the two young men. Paula felt incredibly depraved and wicked-and hotly turned on. Her conscience faded to a whisper as melting pleasure ripped through her belly. She watched Joan and her two lovers while the burglar obligingly rubbed her clit. She felt herself creaming all over his hand.
He didn't talk, just breathed harshly against her hair as he, too, observed the hot fucking and sucking on Joan's bed. His big rough thumb idly stroked Paula's left nipple through the thin material of her blouse, and she felt the tender nipple going rigid and erect. She pressed against him, whining softly with almost unbearable pleasure as his finger steadily stroked her greedy little clit.
"UMMM," Joan moaned.
Rick's taut ass was flying as he came, and Joan was eagerly gulping his thick steamy come. Then a body-rocking climax hit her, too, and she arched her lush body to take Dave's stiff hard fucking. Dave whined and shot his load into her steamy grasping cunt. All three people rocked and gasped together in one blissful climax.
Moaning with excitement, Paula ground her greedy clit against the man's stroking finger. She was just on the verge of coming when, to her great disappointment, he jerked his hand from her crotch and pulled her back into the concealment of the bushes.
"They're finished now," he said, "more likely to glance out that window and see us. I don't like to take chances."
Paula knew he was right, but all she could think of was getting off. Her poor starved cunt was so hot and empty she wanted to scream. Greedily, like a rutting animal, she tugged at his hand, trying to thrust it between her legs again. He laughed harshly.
"Easy now, baby," he said. "Why settle for a hand job when you can get balled? Let's get your clothes off, and then I'll make it real nice for you." Paula eagerly cooperated, forgetting her fear and horror of the man, wanting his cock so desperately that she could have done anything he asked. He tugged off her skirt and panties while she removed her blouse and bra. He pushed her down on the damp grass and hungrily pawed her silky body for a moment, grinning lewdly at her.
"For God's sake," Paula whined, "hurry ... I need it ... "
"Baby, you are really something else," he said wonderingly. "I can't figure how a beautiful girl like you has to beg for it. But whatever you want...."
He knelt beside her and quickly unzipped his pants. Paula almost drooled at the sight of his enormous pale cock. His cunt creamed hugely, wetting the grass beneath her. Oh, God, how she wanted that huge hard dick inside her. She knew she'd be ashamed of herself later, but right now she could think of nothing but getting balled.
"Hurry, hurry," she panted, falling onto her back, spreading her legs lewdly wide.
"Not like that," he said. "I wanta go in from behind. I really dig in that way."
Paula was so dizzy with lust, she didn't understand what he wanted, and with an impatient grunt he rolled her over onto her hands and knees. He pulled her round firm butt up in the air till he had her just like he wanted. So they were going to do it dog-style. Paula didn't care. She would have done it standing on her head if necessary.
Shaking with need, her butt raised and her dripping pussy lewdly exposed, she waited for him to penetrate her. She didn't have to wait long. She heard his raspy breathing behind her as he lowered his pants, and then she felt the thick hot head of his cock stretching the swollen lips of her cunt. As he went into her, she whined piercingly, almost fainting with pleasure.
"Ball meeee," she babbled, "fuck meeee...."
He fucked her brutally hard, his belly slapping loudly against her ass, his thick hard cock battering her womb. Paula loved it. She whined and clawed the grass and creamed helplessly all around his huge slamming prick. She began to come almost instantly, wailing shrilly, wailing so loud that the nervous burglar reached around and clapped a hand over her mouth. She didn't blame him. She could have been heard two blocks away.
"UMMMPH," she gasped. "UMMM...."
He let her ride it out, but he didn't come. His long savage cock remained wonderfully thick and hard inside her. Completely out of control, avid to make up for eight years without a man, Paula greedily ground her soaked box around the delicious impalement of his giant dick and came again and again. Each rime he had to stifle her screams of pleasure.
At last he pulled out, his cock still hugely swollen and rigidly stiff. "You got yours," he said roughly. "Now I get mine."
"What?" Paula said dizzily.
He flopped onto his back, panting, his milky-pale prick pointing up at the sky. "Blow me," he snapped.
Paula gawked at him, a little shocked. Though she'd secretly wanted to suck cock for a long time now, she hadn't meant to go all the way with it, to actually eat a man's come. She felt a little repulsed by the idea. But when she hesitated, the impatient burglar seized her head and brought it down over his straining erect meat, his wet bubbling cock-head grazing her lips.
"Open your mouth, dammit," he growled. "Suck my cock...."
"Noooo," she whimpered.
"Look, you greedy bitch," he said angrily, "I balled you good. I brought you off plenty of times. Now I want a blow job-or I can mess up your face, like I told you before."
Paula opened her mouth fast. He grunted and thrust his thick wet cock between her lips, jamming it clear up to her throat. She gagged for a moment, then made herself relax. His bristly swollen nuts came to rest against her chin. Her lips were painfully stretched by the huge thickness of his cock, her mouth grossly stuffed.
"That's better," he panted. "Now suck it, doll, suck it good ... Bring me off...."
Paula had never sucked cock before, and she hoped her clumsy efforts wouldn't anger him. She started off slowly, fearful of gagging on the enormous hard cock-head, but gradually she began to enjoy it, to get very turned on by it. She became looser, making lewd sucking noises, tasting his strong juice on her tongue. She sucked faster in her growing excitement.
"Awwww, yeah," he whined, "yeah, that's good, baby, real good ... A little faster, okay? Ahhhh, nice ... Just a little more ... Gonna come real soon...."
Paula's dark hair flew as she got more and more aroused. She found she adored sucking on his long hard prick, loved the strong salty taste of it, didn't even mind taking it into her throat. The burglar was having a good time, too, grinning wickedly up at her, panting, making a steady low hoarse noise of lusty pleasure. She sucked his cock ravenously for about a minute, and then abruptly he gasped and flooded her mouth with thick sticky jism.
"Eat it, baby, eat it," he whined.
To her surprise, she got off on that, too, greedily gulping the thick blasts of his come. His cock finally went limp, and he pushed her away, sighing. Like last time, he got up quickly and pulled up his pants, not wanting to linger.
Paula could have gone on all night. She was hot and ready again, sharply aroused from sucking his cock. She lay on the grass with her legs spread in helpless lewd invitation.
"Please," she said hoarsely, "please fuck me again...."
He sneered at her. "Sorry, baby, I'd like to oblige, but I'm splitting his town for good tonight. The cops are just too damned close to catch me. Like I said before, you better find yourself a steady man. You could get in real trouble carrying on like you do."
He turned and left. Paula buried her face in the grass and wept with frustration.
CHAPTER SEVEN
She had to stop, that's all there was to it. Her filthy and disgusting habit of peeping must end. The burglar was right about one thing-peeping could get her into real trouble. What if the police caught her doing it? Her, a first grade teacher. Her reputation would be ruined, her career over. She was simply going to have to find some other way to amuse herself.
Paula told herself these things all day Friday, on her way to work and during her classes. She reminded herself that if the burglar had been able to spot her as she peered into windows, other people could see her, too. She put herself into a cold sweat imagining how the police would treat a pervert like herself.
She finally managed to scare herself so much that she avoided all the familiar alleys on her walk home. She put herself away from the temptation. She kept to the main street-that is, until she was accosted by a loud annoying drunk who staggered from one of the taverns. He almost knocked her over lurching out the door, and he leered at her and began stumbling after her.
"Hey, baby," he called in a slurred voice, "hey, honey, lemme buy you a drink. Jus' wanna talk...."
Paula walked ahead of him as fast as she could. It was ironic, she thought, that she only attracted the kind of men she didn't want-the drunks and the bullies and the losers. This guy was pretty smashed, but he had long legs and was able to keep up with her, muttering obscene endearments, making people turn and stare. Finally in desperation Paula ducked into a department store, hurried through the aisles, and went out the back door into the alley.
She'd lost the drunk, but she didn't dare return to the main street, not for a few blocks at least, in case he was still there. She continued down the dark alley, leaving the commercial district and entering an area of new apartment buildings. She'd heard that all the young swingers lived in this area. That certainly didn't include her, she thought bitterly.
Lots of windows were uncurtained in the different apartment buildings, and she thought what a field day she'd have if she lived across from them and owned some binoculars. She imagined herself as a dirty old woman, cackling and spying. Probably end up that way anyhow ... She saw young people in various stages of undress, a few necking couples, and even a bespectacled young man jerking off while he read a girlie magazine.
Get out of here, she told herself sternly, go home....
But the alley was all too tempting for someone like her, a lonely person who had to get all her excitement and gratification from watching others make love. Her walk slowed, and she peered into many windows. Her conscience urged her to move along, go home, take no risk of getting caught. Slowly she approached the end of the alley, almost proud of herself for not stopping, yet wistfully regretful of the possible excitement she'd missed.
On the ground floor of the last apartment building there was a very large uncurtained window, well lit, and Paula paused to look in. What she saw made her stop at last and stare. She knew the man who was standing at the wet bar concocting two martinis. She ought to know him-she'd lusted after him for years.
Brad Harper was in his middle thirties, a bachelor, and one of the leading attorneys in town. He was a damnably attractive man, in a rugged way, and just about every young teacher at Paula's school had a huge crush on him. Paula had met him at various meetings, but she was sure he wouldn't remember her. He was always surrounded by more bold and showy women.
He stood at the bar wearing skin-tight jeans and a snug polo shirt that showed off his superb physique-the muscular arms and legs, the trim waist and ass, the powerful broad chest and shoulders. His reddish brown hair was thick and moderately long but just starting to thin at the temples. Paula found him dizzyingly attractive.
With a little pang of jealousy she wondered who he was fixing that second martini for. It was Friday night, and no doubt he had a heavy date with some socially prominent young girl. She got her answer when the doorbell rang and Brad opened the door to Stacy Young, a tall willowy ash-blonde of twenty. Stacy's father owned half the town.
"Darling," Stacy cooed, throwing her arms around Brad's neck and kissing him hard.
It was more than a kiss-it was an outright invitation. Stacy clung to Brad as she kissed him and wantonly rubbed her crotch against his. Her hand trailed down to cup and squeeze his small muscular ass. Paula reddened. She was only eight years older than Stacy, but she felt of another generation. When she was twenty, only a tramp would have greeted a man that way.
"Hello, Stacy," Brad said mildly, escaping her embrace.
He certainly didn't seem aroused by her effusive approach. He took her coat, then brought their martinis to a small low table between two big chairs. Stacy sat down, pouting. She was a lovely girl, and no wonder. With a rich father, she didn't have to work. She could spend all day making herself pretty.
"You're not very friendly this evening," she said sullenly. "And surely you're not going to wear jeans to the party?"
"I don't want to go to that damned party," Brad said. "It'll be the same old thing, a lot of ass-kissing and boring drunks."
"Oh, I agree, darling," Stacy said quickly. "Let's just stay here and have our own private fun."
With a funny little smile, Stacy began to take off her clothes. She sat right across from Brad, only a few feet between them, so he couldn't very well miss the show. She kicked off her eight-inch heels and slithered down her sheer suntan pantyhose. She was wearing a skimpy blue minidress that barely covered her ass, and she shrugged out of it after one smooth pull on the zipper. She wore no bra.
"Come on," she said, "cheer up. We're going to have fun."
Brad only looked at her with mild boredom, sipping his martini. She had very pretty breasts, little apple-size jugs that stuck straight out, ripe and pouting. Her tiny pink nipples were saucy and pointed. She began inching down her little blue lace bikini panties. She looked right at Brad and licked her lips in lewd invitation.
"Stacy," he said wearily, "how many men have you done this with?"
"Oh, golly, I don't know," she said impatiently. "I like men, and I've dated a lot. But you're the one I really want, Brad."
He chuckled, rather bitterly. "No, you want what you think I'm going to become," he said. "Senator or governor or some damned thing."
"Oh, don't be silly, darling," said Stacy. "I love you just the way you are." She kept inching down her panties, looking at him pointedly.
"Sure you do," said Brad. "Yod love me and my Porsche and my bank account and my beach cabin and my name in the papers. I know you love me madly, Stacy."
"You're in a terrible mood, baby," she said, smiling, "but I'll change all that in just a moment." She slipped the panties down over her taut tan belly, over the cute little rounds of her ass, down her long slim legs. Her muff was as light blonde as her hair, a sweet little puff of curls. Her slit, briefly glimpsed, was dainty and pink-and very wet. Stacy wasn't kidding him about one thing-she was ready for action.
"Darling," she said in a husky voice, "look at me.
He looked, and the wanton young girl threw her legs up over the arms of the chair, lewdly exposing her pretty pink gash. Paula didn't know how any man could fail to be aroused by that sight. Stacy's narrow gold-fringed slit was almost virginal in its delicacy, moist and glistening. Her tiny shadowed cunt mouth wept a little pearl of juice.
"It's all for you, darling," she cooed, "any way you want it."
Brad yawned. "Stacy, go home," he said. "It isn't going to work with us. Go marry John Appleton, the banker's son. He's got all the looks and money and ambition you want, and he's crazy about you."
"But he's a lousy lay," Stacy whined.
"It doesn't matter," Brad said. "You wouldn't be faithful to him anyhow."
She lurched angrily to her feet, pretty face flushed, pert little boobs jiggling. "You bastard," she said. "What's the matter with you, anyhow? Any other guy in town would be glad to marry me.
"Just crazy, I guess," said Brad.
"That's not as funny as you think," Stacy said hotly. "I really think there's something wrong with you, mister. You're thirty-five years old and you never married. I'm practically pushing this great pussy right in your face, and you're not even interested. Maybe you don't really like girls, baby. Maybe you prefer the boys-"
She got to him at last. Brad's face darkened with anger, and he smashed his martini glass on the table. He rose and stalked toward her, glaring, his big fists clenched.
"Now listen, you little bitch," he snarled, "that's one remark I won't ignore. There's nothing wrong with me in that department."
Stacy was grinning wickedly. "Then prove it," she said.
Brad began to undress. He hardly looked aroused. He looked more like he wanted to murder her. Paula wasn't too concerned with his feelings toward Stacy. She was much more interested in his body. She drew closer to the window, stepping over a low fence and easing between some bushes. Brad had always turned her on. She couldn't resist this chance to see him naked ... He pulled off his polo shirt and angrily tossed it aside. Paula sucked in her breath sharply and felt the first hot excited moistening of her pussy. His hard tan chest was thickly matted with reddish brown hair. Muscles bulged without effort in his powerful arms and shoulders. He was a magnificent animal, a gorgeous stud.
His powerful body had the same effect on Stacy Young. She stood naked before him, quivering with horny excitement. Her little pink tongue tickled restlessly over her lips as she watched him lower his pants. In jockey shorts his tight ass muscles bulged and trembled. He skinned out of his shorts, and Paula felt a steamy rush of cunt cream soaking the crotch of her panties.
Brad's cock, still more from anger than from lust, hugged his flat belly tautly. It was the biggest cock Paula had ever seen, nine hugely thick inches of swollen rosy fleshed capped by a purple head almost as big as a doorknob. His balls were greatly swollen, too, big bloated rosy sacs thatched with auburn hairs.
"Oh, God," Paula muttered.
She risked getting closer to the window, moving within inches of the glass. She just had to get a better look at his superb stiff cock. Stacy was moving closer to him also, her blue eyes wide and glazed with longing. Paula could see a light sheen of pussy juice trickling down the girl's inner thighs.
"Oh, Brad," Stacy said hoarsely, "oh, darling...."
The slim young blonde suddenly sank to her knees before him, moaning softly. Her trembling hands went out to tickle feverishly up and down the rigid hot length of his huge erect cock. Stacy leaned forward, and her pink tongue snaked out to swish rapidly, hungrily, around the huge knobby purple head of his dick.
"Ummmm," she moaned, "ummmm ... You know I can't resist your cock, darling ... Love to taste it ... "
Brad stood there quivering just a little with unavoidable pleasure as the eager young girl ravenously licked his gleaming cock-head. She made obscene slurping sounds, and Paula was sure her passion wasn't faked. My God, what normal woman could resist a prick like that, especially when its owner was so damned attractive? More bright gleaming juice trickled down Stacy's thighs as she avidly licked and lashed his enormous dull red cock-head.
Paula swayed outside the window, overcome with longing, her panty crotch completely soaked with horny hot juice. She would have given anything to be in Stacy's place, to have a chance to lick and suck that gorgeous stiff dick. Brad didn't seem terribly excited, though-Soon he touched Stacy's slim shoulders and pushed her away.
"All right," he said, "you win. You got me horny. Let's get it over with."
He picked her up effortlessly and carried her over to the couch. Stacy was grinning triumphantly. Brad dropped her almost roughly over the thick padded arm of the couch so that her wobbling tits rested on the seat, her cute little ass was high in the air, and her long slim legs hung over the edge.
"Ooooo, hurry," she squealed. "I want it, Brad, I want it ... "
He roughly pried open the succulent white cheeks of her ass and exposed her tiny wrinkled brownie. Paula had an excellent view of the girl's dainty pink slit and its fine circle of light blonde hairs. Stacy's small girlish cunt mouth was drooling heavily, and her small pussy lips were swollen tautly.
Brad's big stiff cock jerked homily and oozed a big bright droplet of cream. He sighed loudly. He gingerly bent his rigid prick down till the engorged purple head tickled the gushing little mouth of Stacy's cunt. The girl squealed in happy anticipation, creaming all over his knobby cock-head.
"For God's sake, HURRY," she whined. "Wanta get balled so bad...."
Brad took his time, wedging his enormous purple cock-head into the steamy little pit of her cunt mouth, while Stacy squealed and writhed in hot impatience. Paula could well understand the girl's feelings. In Stacy's place, she, too, would be whining, writhing, begging for it. As she watched, she felt steamy cunt juice soaking right through her no panties and running down her legs.
"UHHHH," Stacy gasped. "AHHHH, GOD, YESSSS...."
Brad was slowly easing his hugely thick pale cock into her small wet box. As he penetrated her, the girl cried out shrilly and bucked her hips to take his great sausage-like prick deep into her belly. Her cream literally squirted around it, splattering his auburn pubic patch. She clawed the couch in her excitement.
"Fuck meee," Stacy whined, "fuck me hard, HARD ... Come on, motherfucker, prick, bastard, get with it ... Don't torture meee...." Brad scowled at her words, then shrugged. He seized her slim writhing hips to hold her in place, and then he proceeded to give her the most brutal fucking Paula had ever witnessed. That burglar was a pussycat compared to the powerfully-built young lawyer. He slammed his enormous thick cock savagely in and out of Stacy's delicate hugely-stretched pussylips.
Far from feeling pain, the girl loved it. "Yeah, yeah," she panted, "that's the way, lover ... Rape me. Brad ... OOOO, YEAH...."
Brad didn't seem to share her excitement. He slogged away, skillfully bringing her off several times, fucking her deep and fast and hard, but his face remained almost blank. Stacy made all the noise in the room, filling it with her shrill cries of delight, her grunts and moans and howls. Brad looked almost bored.
Paula was far from bored. She was so close to the window now that her breath was fogging it, but she had to take the risk. She had to watch him in action, pretend she was in Stacy's place. It was driving her wild. She rubbed frantically back and forth on the puffy mound of her mons, stimulating her clit. That wasn't good enough. Feverishly, forgetting the dangers, she raised her skirt and thrust her hand down inside her panties.
At that moment Brad Harper looked up and met her eye.
Paula gasped and staggered backward in her haste to get out of the light. She tripped and sat down hard on the grass. Oh, my God, had he really seen her? Terror made her go cold and sweaty. Had he seen her gawking wide-eyed and horny into his window, thrusting her hand inside her panties to frig herself? It would be too awful....
Paula got shakily to her knees and glanced in the window again. She breathed a big sigh of relief. Brad wasn't looking her way. He was busily balling Stacy, continuing as if nothing unusual had happened. He hadn't seen her, then. It only looked that way. He'd been glancing idly around, that was all.
Suddenly his rugged face contorted into a grimace of brief pleasure, and he shot his load deep into Stacy's nipping hot cunt. The girl took the hot wet blast with a strangled cry of pleasure. Brad jerked his hips helplessly for a moment as he came, then almost immediately withdrew, his huge prick limp and wet.
"Thank you, darling," Stacy said evilly. "I have no more doubts about your masculinity. That was a fantastic fuck."
"Thanks a lot," Brad said grimly. "Now will you leave? It's over with us, Stacy. We don't want the same things."
She shrugged and started to dress. "You're crazy, you know," she said. "With my father's money and influence, you could go a long way in politics."
Brad laughed harshly. "Yeah, and you could be First Lady or something. We don't love each other, Stacy. It would be an empty marriage."
"Darling," she said dryly, "aren't they all? But if that's how you feel, I'll just drive over to John Appleton's and see what he's doing. He's been dying to get into my pants."
"Fine," said Brad, getting into his clothes, "why don't you do that? And be sure to invite me to the wedding."
He opened the door for Stacy and went out with her. Paula assumed he was walking the girl to her car. She stood still for a moment, catching her breath, rubbing the sore spot on her butt where she'd fallen. She was genuinely scared over how close she'd come to being seen this time. That did it. She HAD to stop peeping.
She gave a big sigh and was just about to turn and leave, when powerful arms grabbed her from behind ...
* * *
Brad Harper was sick of rich beautiful young girls. He knew that sounded crazy, but he'd been pursued by them ever since he came to town and made a name for himself as a promising attorney. None of them loved him, but they all wanted to get married. They tried every trick in the book to hook him, including trying to get pregnant. He was sick of their lies and games, their ruthless pursuit of rich husbands. That was why he'd never married. He never found a girl he would really like or trust.
Stacy Young was just one of the dozens of pretty young chicks who'd gone after him in his five years in town. She was no different from the others except in being more beautiful and more ruthless. He knew she didn't care a damn for him, that she didn't love anyone but herself, so it annoyed him that he loved to ball her. No matter how bitchy she got, she could still turn him on.
Tonight he'd been determined to break off with her, and he'd ended up balling her again. He was annoyed at his weakeness, but now the annoyance was pushed into the background and replaced with hot excitement at the crazy thing that had happened while he was fucking Stacy.
TTiat girl at the window....
He grinned to himself as he helped Stacy into her car. He recalled how he'd idly looked up while balling Stacy, trying not to get too excited over a girl he didn't love. Glancing at the window he'd seen a beautiful tall brunette staring at him. She was in an obvious state of arousal, face flushed, eyes glazed, mouth open. She was just in the act of slipping her hand inside her panties to frig herself when her eyes met Brad's.
For a moment he couldn't believe it. A female peeper? Why would a girl so attractive have to resort to that kinky way of getting her kicks? But she was real enough-gasping, staggering back into the shadows, falling. She'd been watching him and Stacy, getting off on it. In a perverse way that excited him hotly....
"So long, asshole," said Stacy Young.
Brad awoke from his daydream and grinned down at her in her little red sports car. "So long, Stacy," he said. "I know you'll make John Appleton a wonderful little wife."
"Fuck you," said Stacy, racing the motor.
As soon as she drove off, Brad snuck around the side of the building, to where the girl had been watching through the window. He was as quiet as possible. He stuck his head around the comer-and there she was, still standing there looking in the window. She was quivering, making an effort to control her breathing.
She was gorgeous, about five-seven and stacked, maybe in her late twenties. She had thick glossy brown hair that fell to her shoulders, big thrusting tits, good long legs. Her face was beautiful but strained. Whatever compelled her to peep, he was sure she wasn't proud of it. She was moaning softly, choking back tears.
Brad came up behind her very slowly and carefully. Just as he reached her, she started to turn. He lunged quickly and grabbed her, one arm around her waist, one over her mouth. She made a muffled noise of panic and tried to break loose.
"Better keep still," he whispered. "I won't hurt you. But I saw you spying on me and my friend, and if you don't do just as I say, I'll call the police. I'm sure you wouldn't want that."
She went limp, sobbing quietly, and Brad took her hand and led her around to the front door of his apartment. He didn't like to scare and threaten her, and he had no intention of calling the cops. But he wanted to know this girl better. He wanted to know all about her....
This was the end, Paula thought, the absolute pits. She'd been caught in the act. Brad Harper, of all people, knew her shameful secret. She wanted to die, she felt so miserable, and ashamed. Since he'd threatened to turn her over to the police, she had no choice but to do as he asked. Anything was better than having it announced in the town paper that Miss Paula Lawrence, a first grade teacher, had been caught peeping and beating off while she watched.
Brad took her into his apartment and had her sit down in the chair Stacy had occupied. He fixed both of them a drink, and Paula almost gulped hers, desperate for anything that might soften the horror she felt. Brad sat down opposite her and looked at her intently.
"Don't I know you?" he said.
"We've met," Paula said shakily, "but I didn't think you'd remember me. I wish you hadn't."
"What's your name?" he said.
Paula broke into sobs. "Oh, please," she said, "just let me go. I'll never do it again. I don't want to be arrested or lose my job."
Brad felt sorry for her, but he was determined to find out what made this girl tick, how she came to indulge in such a kinky hobby. He looked stem.
"You'd better tell me the whole story," he said. "Maybe I can help. Wouldn't you rather tell me than the cops?"
Paula knew she had no choice. Slowly, with tears and shame, she told him all about it-her painful shyness, her one love affair, her overpowering lust, and her accidental discovery of peeping.
"I-I guess I just got hooked on it," she said. "I'm not proud of it, but I can't seem to resist. I just don't know what to do."
Brad allowed himself to smile for the first time. "Paula," he said gently, "the solution to your problem seems obvious. You need a lover. You're a normal healthy young woman who needs a steady sexual outlet. If you had it, you wouldn't peep."
"I know that, Brad," she said wearily, "but I'm just too shy to meet men. How would I ever find one?"
"Well," he said, "there's me."
She gawked at him, blushing furiously. He didn't know just when it had hit him, perhaps from the moment he saw her-but he had a powerful lust for this girl. He had to have her. She turned him on far more than all the pretty little chicks who'd been chasing him. It wasn't just her looks that aroused him. He was turned on by the kinky things she did-because in his heart he wanted to do them, too.
"W-What do you mean, Brad?" she said shakily.
"I mean I want to ball you," he said.
Paula rose from her chair, trembling and blushing. She figured he must regard her just as the burglar has done-as fair game. Any woman who peeped must be up for all kinds of kinky sex, they would think. She didn't want to be used like that. And she didn't want Brad to know how powerfully and wildly she could be aroused....
"N-No," she said, "oh, no...."
Brad leaped from his chair and grabbed her, pulling her roughly down the hall to his bedroom. His lust was suddenly so great, he couldn't control it. His cock had gone rigidly hard, straining at his fly, and it gave him the strength to overpower this rather tall strong woman. She screamed and bit and kicked, but he didn't feel it. He got her into the bedroom and pushed her onto the kingsize bed.
"We're gonna ball, baby, whether you want it or not," he said, panting, "so why don't you just relax and enjoy?"
Paula sobbed bitterly. It was just too ironic. She'd wanted this man for years, lusted for him, and now he was going to fuck her, just like she'd dreamed. Only she didn't want it to be like this. It was more like a rape. Brad was obviously aroused because he thought she was depraved and kinky....
"Oh, please, no," she said.
He walked over to her and started tearing at her clothes. Paula sobbed and resisted, but he was far too strong for her. He had her stripped and naked in minutes. He eased her back on the bed and pulled her long legs wide open. He left her that way, scarlet wet slit exposed, as he stood by the bed and quickly removed his clothes.
Paula didn't have the will to fight any more. She kept her legs lewdly open and let him stare. He gawked at her dark-fringed gash and licked his lips, breathing harshly as he undressed. He approached her naked, and she felt the first hot stirrings of arousal as she saw his enormous stiff cock....
No, she mustn't let him know she wanted it. That would be the final defeat, to have him find out how immorally lusty she really was. She lay stiff and quiet on the bed, trying to control her horny trembling. Brad moved next to her, his brown eyes hot with desire. He reached for her great long quivering boobs and caressing them roughly.
"You've got great tits, Paula," he said hoarsely, "the prettiest I've ever seen."
He wasn't kidding. This woman was magnificently built. He wanted to touch and kiss and taste every bit of her, from her big ripe tits to her glossy thick black muff. He knew from her story that she must be full of repressed desire, that she would respond wildly to him if he treated her right. He wanted that response.
She lay stiff and cold beside him, like a corpse. He gently caressed her cool swollen tits, licked the light brown nipples, but she did not respond. Dammit, he wanted her to turn on to him, return his touch, his excitement. He thought he knew something that would get the desired results.
"Do you like having your pussy eaten, Paula?" he said.
She flinched and blushed. "N-No," she said quickly, "no, don't do that, please...."
Brad grinned. She was obviously lying, and he proposed to find out why. He jerked her legs open roughly and dived for her crotch, pressing his face against her steamy slick slit. He stuck out his thick red tongue and wiggled it into the scalding folds of her cuntlips, teasing and tickling all around the soaked mouth of her cunt.
"Ahhhh, GOD," Paula wailed.
It was the first time a man had ever gone down on her-and to her horror, it was even better than she'd dreamed. She'd longed to have it done to her, but she hadn't imagined the dizzying pleasure, so strong it almost made her faint, as Brad's slick red tongue explored every sensitive fold of her easily aroused gash.
"Stop, oh, please," she sobbed. "I don't want to be like this."
"But this is the way I want you, Paula," he said hoarsely. "I want to fuck you, and I want you to love it."
Paula thought miserably that he was going to get his wish very soon if he kept on tonguing her pussy like that. He lashed the tender pink bud of her clit with the fiery tip of his tongue, and then he pressed his mouth hotly onto the little bud and started sucking it. Paula was so excited, she couldn't hold still. Blushing with shame, she felt herself wantonly creaming all over his face.
"Noooo," she whimpered, "no, Brad, don't make me want it ... Ahhhh...."
Brad chuckled wickedly and thrust his thick tongue deep into her cunt. Paula rose right off the bed with a shrill cry of pleasure, then settled back, legs opening helplessly, to moan steadily as he reamed and tickled her scalding tunnel. He could hardly wait to get his dick in there. She was deliciously tight and steamy and slick inside.
"Awwww," she gurgled, "awwww ... Noooo...."
She felt ashamed of the spectacle she must present, bucking and howling, clawing the bed, slamming her famished wet pussy against his face. She just couldn't help it. His thick probing tongue deep in her cunt was the most exquisite pleasure she'd ever felt in her life. She was starved for this....
Brad compounded her torture by suddenly wriggling his little finger up her asshole, even while he went on tickling and tonguing deep in her boiling wet twat. A brief moment of shock and outrage was succeeded by stunning pleasure. His finger snaked deep into her tight bumhole, and it felt fantastically exciting.
"Oh, God, stop, STOP," she shrieked, "you'll make me come...."
To her surprise, he did stop, raising his grinning cream-soaked face from her crotch, jerking his finger out of her tight little brownie. He moved to kneel between her legs, his monstrous cock drooling big bubbles of juice. Paula gawked hungrily at it but vowed to die before she'd ask for it. She'd behaved shamefully enough already.
"I stopped because it's time to fuck," he said breathlessly. "You know you want it, Paula, and God knows I'm ready."
"Oh, God, no," she cried. "I'm so ashamed."
"Ashamed of what?" Brad said. "Of being normal and healthy? Come on, honey, knock off the bullshit. Get rid of that Victorian morality. Balling is fun, and it's good for you. Don't be a hypocrite, Paula. Admit you want it."
"I-I-Yes, I want it," she stammered, "but-" He seized her trembling hand and brought it down to touch the red-hot throbbing pole of his prick. Unwillingly, still sobbing with shame, she curled her fingers around it. Brad pushed her shaking hand downward, bringing the huge purple head of his cock against the gushing hot mouth of her cunt.
"Put it in, Paula," he said quietly. "Put my cock in your cunt."
She was lost. She had to have it. If she didn't get that superb big cock inside her, she'd die of frustration. Hating herself for her weakness, she wedged the thick hot head of his prick into the drooling mouth of her cunt and left it there. She took her hand away, sobbing, and Brad grunted and pushed into her.
They both held their breath as he slowly penetrated her, overcome with the pleasure of it. Brad was delighted with her tight scalding box, the hottest and wettest cunt he'd ever been into. It tightened hungrily around his stiff meat. Paula almost fainted with joy as she took the biggest thickest cock of her life, a dream cock, the hard monster she'd been praying for. It stuffed her so full she could hardly breathe.
"Ahhhh, God," she sighed at last, feeling the huge knobby head of his dick against her womb.
"Yes, you do want it, baby, don't you?" he said hoarsely. "My cock feels good to you, doesn't it?"
"God help me, yes," Paula whined.
He began to ball her in deep hard quick strokes, and she gave up all pretence of not wanting it. It was the best fuck of her life, and she decided to enjoy it thoroughly, to worry later. Brad Harper no doubt thought she was a wanton whore, a sickie, but that didn't matter now. She lived only for the delicious deep strokes of his huge hard prick.
"Ohhhh, yesss," she whimpered, "yes, fuck meeee ... Oh, God, I love it ... Need it ... Don't stop...."
He didn't. He balled her literally for hours, till she was sore and exhausted and had lost count of how many times she came. He drove her home at sunrise, and she staggered into her own bed and fell into a heavy sleep. As she drifted off, she felt terrible guilt and shame about the way she'd given herself, the way he'd seen her peeping. But she'd think about that tomorrow.
Perhaps she was hopelessly depraved, an incurable slut, but sleep temporarily spared her from thinking about it....
CHAPTER EIGHT
The next morning was a Saturday and, not having to get up for work, Paula slept a long time. When she finally staggered out of bed and into the shower, she was so drugged with sleep that it took her several minutes to remember clearly just what she'd done the night before.
When she did remember, a huge blush spread over her from head to toe. "My God," she murmured, "was that really ME?"
Unfortunately it was. She recalled all too clearly the awful moment when the handsome lawyer, Brad Harper, caught her peeping in his window, and she remembered all too vividly how he'd made love to her and she'd responded violently, wantonly, begging for more. She'd utterly degraded herself last night.
Moaning with shame, Paula dried herself off after her shower. At least she wouldn't have to worry about facing Brad, she thought. He wouldn't want to see her again. What did he need with a crazy spinster teacher who peeped, when he could have all the young rich girls in town? No, she'd only have to face her own conscience-but that was bad enough.
She put on a long light kaftan and forced herself to drink some coffee. She didn't feel like eating. She seriously considered resigning her job at the end of the term and moving away. Perhaps in another town she could make a new start, control her behavior. She didn't want to be walking down the street some day and pass Brad, to see him look at her and remember ... No doubt he'd be telling all his friends about the crazy woman he'd picked up and fucked....
The doorbell rang. Paula went listlessly to answer it, expecting it to be the paper boy wanting to collect. She opened the front door of her apartment-and there was Brad Harper. She gasped and blushed furiously.
"Paula," he said, "I want to talk to you."
"Oh, no, please," she said, "leave me alone. Can't we just forget last night? Please don't bring the police into this."
"Police?" he said. "Oh, for God's sake, no, I wouldn't do that. I never intended to turn you in, Paula. I want to talk to you about something else. It's very important to me. Please?"
He was so polite and so gentle, and so obviously anxious to speak to her, that she finally let him in. She brought coffee to the living room, and they sat on the couch. Paula was very nervous, wondering what he could possibly want with her....
Brad looked her over carefully before he began his speech. He wanted to make sure his feelings were real, that the wild night hadn't distorted his judgement. He found that nothing had changed. She was still beautiful, and she was a lady, in spite of the powerful sexual drive he had discovered in her last night. Yes, Paula Lawrence might well be the woman he'd been looking for all his life, the answer to his peculiar problems.
"What is it you wanted to talk to me about?" she said nervously.
"Paula," he said, "I'll have to trust you to keep my secret, just like you have to trust me to keep yours. When I was a teenager, I got into trouble-for peeping. Also there was this girl I got involved with. We liked to do pretty kinky things, and we got caught. Anyhow, it created quite a scandal, but I managed to leave it behind me after college. Nobody here knows about my past. It's just that I can't forget. I-I keep wanting to do those things."
Paula stared at him. "And that's why you've never married?" she said.
"Yes," he said. "I never found a woman I thought could understand, a woman who might be able to take care of those needs. I'm thinking maybe you're that woman, Paula. I'd like to find out. I'd like to have an affair with you."
Paula blushed deeply and lowered her eyes. For a moment she felt indignant. Here was some kind of closet weirdo, masquerading as a successful attorney, who wanted to gratify his perversions with her. Then she remembered her own odd behavior the last few weeks-my God, wasn't she a weirdo, too?
Maybe Brad was right. Maybe they'd be good for each other. And if they had an affair, it certainly would solve the problem of her incessant lust. She needed a lover so badly ... But she was shy and modest, and she couldn't bring herself to consent to an illicit love affair. She wanted so much to be a decent woman.
"Brad, I don't know," she said. "I was thinking of moving away, seeing a psychiatrist, trying to do something about myself."
"Please don't," he said urgently. "I need someone like you. I don't think we're sick, Paula. We're just-well, different."
She laughed bitterly. "Oh, yes, we're different, all right. I make myself sick, I'm so ashamed of that peeping. No, Brad, being with you would just encourage me. I think I should move away and-"
"NO," he said firmly.
He suddenly moved close to her and put his arms around her, kissing her hungrily, driving his hot tongue deep into her mouth. Paula made a muffled sound of protest and pushed at his powerful shoulders. It wasn't that she didn't want him. She wanted him all too much. If Brad were always there to gratify her every lusty whim, she might never try to cure her deviant sexual behavior.
"Please, Brad," she gasped, "it isn't right ... We shouldn't encourage each other."
"Paula, listen to me," he said urgently, "we'd have a wonderful time, and we wouldn't be hurting anyone. How can that be wrong?"
She shook her head and started crying. Brad saw that words weren't going to sway her. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. She was a tall strong woman, but he had no trouble lifting her. He set her down on the bed and started taking off his clothes.
Paula stared at him, wanting him so badly that she was tempted just to strip and give herself up to him, and to hell with her conscience. He was right-they wouldn't be hurting anyone if they indulged their kinky needs together. But the thought persisted that she ought to have psychiatric help, get herself cured. Surely no normal woman would be so continually and helplessly lusty?
Paula started to get off the bed, and Brad pushed her back again. He'd managed to remove his shoes, shirt and pants before she tried another escape. She gawked at him in his shorts, at the huge hard tenting made by his erect prick, and when she remembered that monstrous cock and how great it had felt inside her, she knew she had to run-or be lost forever.
"Paula, no," Brad cried, seizing her as she again attempted to get off the bed. He pinned her down with his superior weight and strength. "I need you," he whined. "I have to have you. You're the only woman who could possibly understand me-because you're like me, Paula. Ordinary sex isn't enough...."
She blushed deeply. It was true. She seemed to need bizarre forms of sex to gratify herself. But she meant to be cured.
"No, Brad, no," she said, struggling.
Brad thought of something that might change her mind. It had certainly worked last night. Avoiding her kicks and blows, he rolled her over onto her belly and unzipped her gown. Paula screamed and tried to get away, but she only succeeded in crawling out of her dress. Brad let her get to the edge of the bed before grabbing her ankle and pulling her back.
"Relax, Paula," he said, "let me turn you on. I know you love it when I go down on you."
"Oh, nooo," she whimpered.
It was all too true. Last night he'd defeated all her fear and xesistance by eating her pussy. The moment she'd felt that expert slick tongue on her horny wet gash, she'd been lost. She couldn't let it happen again. She fought desperately, but Brad managed to seize her panties and pull them down over the pretty pale rounds of her ass. His breathing and pull them down over the pretty pale rounds of her ass. His breathing quickened at the sight of her scarlet slit and its glossy fringe of black curls.
"Paula," he said hoarsely, "let me eat you, baby...."
"NO," she said.
Brad was losing patience. He ripped the skimpy panties right off her and roughly rolled her over onto her back. The breath was knocked out of her, and in that dizzy moment she felt him prying her long legs apart, diving for her crotch. She felt his hot moist breath on the tender flesh of her pussy-and her wicked cunt responded, growing hot and wet and needy. She knew that if his tongue touched her there, she'd be lost. She writhed and struggled and pulled his hair, but Brad was violently determined to have her.
"Oh, please, no," she wept, "no, don't turn me on...."
He paid no attention. He thrust his flushed face into her crotch, and then she felt the first delicious tickle of his wet hot tongue in the tender swollen flesh of her pussy. He licked rapidly, hungrily, from the light brown wrinkle of her asshole right up to the sensitive pink button of her clit. The pleasure made her shudder violently.
"You want it," he panted, "you know you do."
"Stop," she whined, "don't do this to me."
Brad was determined to arouse her. He knew he'd never find another girl like this, one both beautiful and highly sexed. He needed her. His strange urges had been bottled up too long. He just had to convince Paula that their unconventional love-making was good for her, too. He applied his tongue to the tiny hot pink lump of her clit and began lashing it furiously. She flinched, moaned, and creamed all over his face. He was getting to her-if she'd only admit it.
"Ooooo," she moaned.
She felt herself slipping down into helpless lust, wanting to forget everything but his delicious swift tonguing of her horny little joy button. She felt her body yielding, going limp, and her legs falling open. Her aroused cunt leaked hot juice all over his chin, and she couldn't stifle the soft moans of pleasure that came helplessly from her throat. God help her, she loved having her pussy eaten....
"Yes, baby, relax," Brad crooned, "relax and enjoy it ... We've got the rest of our lives...."
Her conscience urged her to struggle, but his tongue felt so damned good on her clit, so lovely ... Her eyes rolled dizzily, then closed. In her stupor of sensual pleasure, Paula started to remember something that happened long ago, something she'd managed to blot out until now.
She blushed and trembled as the whole thing came back to her.
She was thirteen, and her Uncle Jim, a handsome salesman, had been visiting. One evening when her parents were out, little Paula happened to pass by the open door of the guest room-and there was Uncle Jim taking off his clothes. Overcome with curiosity, the child stood and watched. She saw the big pale dangling organ between his legs, and she experienced a strange hot stinging between her thighs.
She stared and stared-until suddenly Uncle Jim turned and looked at her, grinning. He'd known all the time that she was watching! Little Paula burst into tears of shame, but Uncle Jim said it was all right. Naked, he took her into his room, sat her on his lap, and caressed her through her clothes, touching her sensitive newly-budded breasts, making her crotch grow hotter and hotter.
At last Uncle Jim had soothed her into a sensual stupor much like the present one. When the child was lolling against him, breathing heavily, he slipped his big hot hand inside her panties. He touched her little button and rubbed it-and thirteen-year-old Paula remembered how pleasure dizzied her, how the crotch of her panties suddenly went wet.
Uncle Jim told her it was okay, that they were just having a little fun together. He got her to curl her fingers around his funny thing, which he called his cock. It was hard by then, huge and hot and pulsing. He told Paula to move her fist up and down the stiff fleshy pole, to pump it rapidly. He went on rubbing her virgin clit.
Suddenly she seemed to explode with pleasure.
Uncle Jim's finger rubbed her tiny pink clit into sudden violent release, and she had whined and writhed on his lap, creaming right through her panties, not knowing it was her very first orgasm. At the same moment his big hard cock lurched in her fist and shot creamy goo into the air....
Paula moaned as she remembered it all. Uncle Jim had left the next day, and she didn't see him again for years. But now she knew the source of her peeping. Long ago, when she was thirteen, she'd learned that spying brought pleasure ... But not as much pleasure as Brad's slick expert tongue on her ultrasensitive clit....
"Ahhh," she whined, "AHHHH...."
Brad moved his tongue off her soaked erect bud and tickled into the swollen steamy folds of her pussylips, making her moan hoarsely. As he did so, he was having his own memories, recalling the time twenty years ago when he'd been initiated to sex in a most unusual way. He'd been fifteen, constantly horny, and insatiably curious about women.
One night he happened to pass the lighted bedroom window of the neighbor woman, Alice, a forty-year-old widow. She was undressing. Young Brad Haper simply couldn't resist the golden opportunity to see a naked woman for the first time. His eyes widened at the sight of her plump swinging tits and her big brown fur patch. He'd felt his young cock straining at his jeans, painfully stiff.
Then came the horrible moment when Alice suddenly turned toward the window and flung it open, staring at him-she'd been aware of his peeping the whole time. The guilty boy froze, not a foot from the window. Alice said quietly and sternly, "Bradley Harper, I saw what you were doing. You better get in here right now, or I'll tell your parents."
Young Brad obeyed quickly, for anything was better than a whipping from his stem father. Alice took him into her bedroom and said he'd have to do certain things to make up for his wicked behavior. Brad was too scared to refuse. Alice made him take off all his clothes and get on the bed with her. She made him lick between her legs, lick all that tasty red female flesh he'd been so curious about....
It was a long night. She had him lick her fragrant red gash till it was wet and swollen, and then she told him to lie down on her and put his cock in her hot juicy hole. She told him what to do, how to move. When he got into her, Alice began to moan and buck, and soon he was doing the same thing. It felt terrific. Afterwards she told him that his "punishment" wasn't over. He'd have to come back again....
Brad's affair with the lusty widow went on for six months, till one night another neighbor saw them through the window. There was hell to pay.
"His father beat him almost senseless, and then they sent him away to college a year early because everyone in town knew about his shameful behavior. But young Brad had learned that peeping led to fun....
Unknown to each other, Paula and Brad had both been set on their path by childhood peeping incidents, early seductions by lusty adults. It added to their excitement as they now made love....
"Ahhhh, Brad, nooo," Paula moaned.
She no longer meant it, no longer wanted him to stop tonguing her wildly aroused wet gash. She was just babbling. He snaked his wet rough tongue even lower in her crotch till he was tickling the small beige wrinkle of her asshole. Paula moaned and trembled with excitement. It was thrilling to be licked there, though she knew it was wicked.
Brad felt her horny trembling, and he quickly thrust his stiff right up her tight searing asshole. Paula wailed and arched her body to take it, creaming violently onto his flushed face. He worked his tongue up her pungent bumhole clear to the root. Her voice was no longer human. It was the wordless howl of a rutting animal.
"Eeee," she wailed, "EEEE...."
His tongue felt fantastically good in her tight sensitive asshole, and as he began to probe and tickle in her bowels, she screeched her pleasure. Perhaps she'd be sorry later, guilty as she recalled her lewd offering of her asshole to his tongue, but right now she couldn't resist. Her body had been waiting eight years for this kind of release.
"Yes, yes, yes," she panted, "ahhhh, God, YES...."
Brad felt the last of her resistance melting away, and he roughly tongued deep inside her scalding tight brownie till she was whimpering and trembling just on the verge of orgasm. He didn't want her to come yet. He wanted to keep her need at a fever pitch. He jerked his tongue from her gripping bumhole, rolled away from her, and quickly took off his shorts.
Paula, panting for breath, watched dizzily as Brad removed his shorts and unleashed his enormous hard-on. His nine-inch rosy cock looked ready to burst, the little blue veins standing out, the head huge and purple and knobby. Thick cream leaked from the slit-mouth of his big cock-head. Her cunt creamed furiously at the sight.
Brad crawled over to her quickly and straddled her chest, his muscular ass resting lightly on her big swollen tits. He gingerly bent his achingly stiff prick downward till the hard creaming tip grazed her lips. He gave her a glazed hungry look.
Paula didn't need to be told what to do, not now. Her resistance was gone, her lust out in full force. Now she wanted everything he wanted. She looked at that huge shining purple cock-head, and saliva pooled hotly in her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and started to lick swiftly around and around the tasty squirting prick-hole.
"Awwww, yeah, baby, lick my cock," Brad sighed. "Yeah, that's what I want, Paula, your tongue on my prick ... I knew you'd understand...."
She understood, all right. She understood every little way he wanted to be touched and stimulated and teased. She hadn't done much cock-tasting, only with that burglar, but she magically sensed just what Brad needed. She reamed his creaming hole with her greedy little pink tongue tip, lapping up his juice and savoring it with a lusty gurgle before swallowing it.
"Oh, Christ, yes, baby," he crooned, "eat me ... Lick me all over, Paula ... Everywhere...."
He didn't have to be more specific, for Paula was already obeying her wild horny urge to lick and tongue and taste every part of his crotch. Her tongue wriggled and lashed rapidly downward, from his hard hot cock-head down the rigid pale shaft to the bushy base of his dick. Her famished tongue tickled through his thick pubic patch and onto the big swollen red globes of his balls.
"Ohhhh, baby, yes," Brad whined, "lick my balls...."
She lashed the hot taut nut sacs till they gleamed with her spit. Brad whined and quivered. But her naughty exploration of his crotch had just begun. She licked greedily lower and lower, behind his balls, till she was tonguing the pungent wrinkle of his asshole. He was shaking with lusty excitement.
"Lick my ass," he moaned, "eat it, honey, taste my asshole...."
She didn't have to be urged. Licking hungrily, rapidly, she saw the small clenched hole gasping, opening, and she quickly stuffed her tongue into it, thrusting clear to the root. As her slick hot little tongue pierced his asshole, Brad bellowed hoarsely.
"AWWW," he bawled, "YEAH ... Ream me, baby, eat my ass...."
Drooling and gurgling in her excitement, Paula thrust her tongue again and again up his fiery pungent bumhole, cleaning it, probing and tickling and lashing. Brad crouched above her, teeth clenched, face flushed and twisted in a horny grimace. He was barely breathing as he experienced the exquisite pleasure of having his asshole tongued. No woman had done this to him before.
But he didn't want to come yet. He wanted both of them to delay their release till they couldn't stand it a moment longer. His cock felt ready to burst, but he denied himself, gently pushing Paula down till her greedy slick tongue popped from his bumhole. Panting, he took his cock and bent it down to mb her feverishly hot lips.
"Now suck it for me, Paula," he rasped, "please ... Want you to suck my cock a little, okay?"
She would have done it more than "a little" if he'd asked, but she was ready to do anything he wanted. She willingly opened her lips and let him wedge the huge hot head of his cock inside. Then she took over. Greedily, moaning, she sucked the huge fleshy sausage all the way into her mouth. It was so long, she had to take the big knobby head right into her throat-but that only excited her more.
"UMMM," she moaned.
"AWWW," Brad yelped, "yeah, all the way, baby, take my whole cock ... Aw, Christ, Paula, that's good...."
She wasn't sure just how she managed to get all of that giant dick into her mouth, but somehow she did, sucking hungrily till his bristly balls rubbed her chin and the giant cock-head was stuffing her throat. Her lips were hugely stretched by his thickness, her mouth fully occupied by this fat throbbing pole. She sucked him ravenously.
Brad moaned and panted as he felt the fiery wet heat of her mouth and throat all around his hugely erect prick. Other women had blown him, but not like Paula. Those other girls knew all kinds of expert techniques, but they didn't really get excited about it. Paula was an amateur, but she loved doing it. Sue sucked his cock with violent enthusiasm and real enjoyment. That made it the best ever.
All too soon, though, he was on the verge of coming, and he didn't want to do that yet. Sighing, he gently pushed her back again, and the long slick pole of flesh popped from her mouth, gleaming with her spit. His hugely erect cock snapped up to hug his belly. He had taken Paula through all the kinky games he loved-all except one. It was time for the last game now.
"Paula, honey," he panted, "wanta put it in you ... Please, roll over for me ... Yes, that's it."
Paula obeyed quickly and willingly, not caring what position they fucked in, so long as she got his wonderfully long thick cock inside her. She was so ready, she would have jumped through hoops to get it. All their kinky foreplay had built her need to a fever pitch. She rolled over onto her hands and knees, stuck her round shapely ass into the air, and waited blissfully for him to fuck her.
Panting and shaking with excitement, Brad knelt behind her and parted the plump crease of her lovely pale butt. He eyed the pretty beige pucker of her asshole. All his life he'd wanted to ball a woman in the ass, but till now he'd found no willing partner. Perhaps even Paula wouldn't let him, but he had to try. If she was really the woman of his dreams, the perfect sexual partner for him, she'd not only let him stick it in her ass-she'd love it.
Paula waited, trembling with need, sighing lustily Brad gripped her trembling hips to steady himself. Then she felt the big hot hard head of his cock skidding around on her slippery soaked gash. She waited blissfully for it to pop into the wet little pit of her cunt mouth. Instead he steadied his creaming cock-tip right over the tiny wrinkle of her bumhole. He grunted and pushed.
"B-Brad?" she said dizzily. "What ...?"
"Easy, baby, easy," he said hoarsely. "We'll do it this way. It's okay, just relax ... Wanta put it in your ass...."
Paula's whole body flamed with a sudden blush, and she whimpered a low protest. It didn't seem right to fuck her there ... Still her need was so great, her lust for him so strong, that she didn't move. She felt the enormous scalding head of his cock stretching the tiny mouth of her ass almost to bursting as he penetrated her about an inch.
"Nooo," she whined, "no, Brad, it's too big ... Hurts...."
"It'll work, baby, I promise," he panted. "You've just gotta relax as much as you can ... Please...."
Because he wanted it so much, she tried. She made her tiny tight asshole go as slack and open as she could. She grunted and whined with fear as he slowly eased his huge thick hard prick into her bowels, but in a moment she knew it was all right, it wouldn't hurt her as long as she relaxed.
"Awwww, Jesus," Brad moaned, "so tight...."
He finally managed to work his rigid thick meat all the way into searing-hot clinging asshole. The pleasure almost made him come. He began to bum-fuck her in long slow deep strokes, whining with excitement. After a moment she joined him, her cries husky and prolonged.
"Good for you, baby?" he panted. "You like it in the ass?"
"Yes, Brad, darling," she crooned, "yessss ... I love your cock in my ass ... Oh, God, it's GOOD...."
He fucked her ass for a long time, and she began to come in a steady series of violent orgasms that shook her body and almost made her faint. She knew then that she belonged to this man no matter what he asked of her, no matter what wild kinky things they did. She would never be "cured" now, never go back to her old modest ways....
She took the searing blast of his jism deep in her asshole, accepting it as she accepted him and whatever strange life they might have together....
CHAPTER NINE
Six months had passed. It was summer, the days were longer, and Paula couldn't peep on her way home from work because it wasn't dark yet. That was all right with her. She and Brad preferred to wait until after dinner anyhow. She wondered how she'd ever gotten any kick out of peeping alone....
They'd been married for several months, living in a small but pleasant house near Brad's old apartment. Lots of people in town were astonished when Brad married a twenty-eight-year-old spinster schoolteacher whom nobody'd ever heard of. But, then, they didn't know the special appeal Paula had for him.
The marriage was working out fine. They liked to do everything together, even looking in other people's windows. It was safer with the two of them. If anyone happened by, they'd just start necking, as if they'd snuck into that particular yard to make out, not to peep. Besides, no one even dreamed that a couple so obviously in love would need voyeurism to keep them happy.
They liked to stroll around in the alleys till they found a particularly good scene to spy on, and then Brad would make love to Paula as they watched. They did this a couple of times a week. But peeping wasn't their only source of excitement. Together they could participate in a lot of other games as well. That summer their very favorite game was swinging.
One August evening Paula stood before the bedroom mirror brushing her long thick shining brown hair, humming to herself, as she waited for Brad to come home. Supper was in the oven, and she had only to dress before the little party they'd planned. They'd found another couple who wanted to swing, too, really nice people. They'd be coming for dinner-arid some interesting games afterwards.
Paula finished brushing her hair and began to take off the casual clothes she'd worn during the day. When she was down to her bra and panties, she began to get a strange feeling-almost as if she were being watched. She whirled quickly to look at the uncurtained window, and she thought she saw a blurred shape moving away, but she couldn't be sure.
Frowning, she went back to her preparations. She was mistaken, no doubt, and she'd better hurry and get dressed before her company arrived. She unhooked her bra and drew it off, letting her full ripe breasts tumble free of their confinement. In the mirror she watched the quivering melons of flesh-they were ripe, firm, and thrusting. Thank God for that. She knew they drove Brad wild.
Smiling at the thought, she slipped her hands under her full heavy jugs and hoisted them gently, then let them quiver back into their natural shape. Yes, she still had very nice tits-but she also still had the uncanny feeling that someone was watching her. Again she whirled quickly to stare at the window-and again she just couldn't be sure if she saw a moving shape.
"Oh, to hell with it," she laughed.
She must just be imagining things. It was getting late. She hurriedly skinned out of her panties and tossed them into the clothes hamper. She paused again before the mirror to look at her naked body. She was satisfied with what she saw, a woman tall and busty and exquisitely curved. Her dark brown glossy bush stood out against her pale flat belly. Idly she rubbed it.
She still had a few minutes, and she couldn't resist playing with herself just a little. She liked to do that sometimes to build up her excitement before Brad came home. The more she lusted for him, the better the release when he finally took her. Smiling dreamily she gently separated the furry lips of her mons and uncovered the slick red lump of her clit.
"Ummm," she murmured as she began to rub her sensitive little joy button.
She watched herself in the mirror, watched her finger rubbing briskly back and forth over the hot little bud of her clit. She was no longer ashamed of her kinky habits. Brad had taught her that all kinds of sexual variety was fine, normal, as long as it hurt no one else. She watched her lush mature body flushing a mottled pink with arousal.
She seized her little pink button between thumb and forefinger, kneading it, giving herself sharp pangs of pleasure. Her pussy began to swell and heat and moisten. It felt so nice to play with herself. She wasn't going to come, though. She'd save that for the party. She just wanted to get lusty and hot and eager....
"Ahhhh," she said softly, "Ummm...."
She made a spectacle, all right, standing naked before her mirror, her big-full tits slowly growing taut and stiff-nipples with horny excitement, her face flushed and grinning. A little trickle of cunt juice ran down her inner thighs. Yes, she thought wickedly, she really ought to be ashamed of herself-but she wasn't. She frigged faster on her soaked little joy button, and her horny grin widened.
Then in the mirror she saw it clearly-a human figure peering in her window.
Paula stopped still, her squirting clit still tightly held between her fingers. Her eyes slowly widened. God, yes, there was someone-or something-peering in her window. She couldn't tell whether it was man or woman, because it wore a stocking over its head, flattening and distorting the features. It looked grotesque....
Well, what to do? If it had just been an ordinary peeper, some timid guy who got his rocks off like that, she knew she'd have gone right on frigging herself, giving him a treat. That would have been fun, and she could have gotten off on it. But this THING in the mask looked so sinister, it scared her. The smart thing to do would be to call Brad and ask him to come home early and the window began to open.
Paula, frozen with fright, watched in the mirror as the peeper slowly raised the window and crawled into the room. It was a tall husky man in jeans and black turtleneck, his features expertly disguised by the distorting mask. He had a gun. He caught her astonished eyes in the mirror and spoke to her in a low raspy voice.
"You do just as I say, lady, and you won't get hurt."
Paula licked her lips, tried to keep her voice calm. "All right," she said. "My purse is right over there beside the bed. That's all the cash we have in the house."
"I don't want money," he said. "I want you."
Paula shuddered. That voice sounded so familiar somehow. Where had she heard that low raspy tone? She recalled the burglar who'd raped her six months ago, and she blushed" hotly. But, no, she didn't think it was him. He'd been taller, bigger....
"Me?" she said nervously.
"Yeah," he rasped. "I been watching you, lady. I saw what you were doing. Playing with yourself, Jesus. That's little kid stuff. I can give you the real thing."
As if to illustrate, he used his free hand to unzip his fly, and out sprang his thick pale erect cock, the head large and purple and creaming. Paula saw it in the mirror, and she felt a sudden excited blazing of her pussy, a rush of hot juice down her thighs. It was wicked of her, but that naked hard cock was turning her on.
"My husband will be home very soon," she said.
"Lock the door," he growled. "This ain't gonna take long. You got me real turned on, baby."
He gestured with the gun, and Paula hurried to lock the bedroom door. Something about this scene was getting her so aroused, her knees were rubbery. She turned and came back to the center of the room, and the intruder watched her big bobbing breasts. He gestured with the gun again, towards the bed.
"Get over there," he said. "Lean over the edge, on your belly. Yeah, that's it."
Paula went to the bed and lay half on it, her ripe round ass and long legs hanging over the side. She was trembling with arousal by now, hardly able to conceal her lust. She didn't really want the guy to know she was eager-he might get the notion that he could go around raping other women, normal women who wouldn't get off on it like Paula did. She intended to stay limp and quiet-but she sure as hell was going to dig it when she got that huge hard cock inside her eager wet box. Just the brief glimpse she'd had of it told her that his prick was bigger than average.
He approached her, breathing hard and loud, and then Paula felt the enormous rock-hard head of his cock skidding over the wet slick flesh of her pussy. She clenched her teeth, stifling an eager moan. The man grunted and wedged the thick cock-head into the steamy little pit of her cunt mouth. As he slowly penetrated her, stuffing her aroused wet twat with thick hard cock-meat, her self-control shattered and pleasure overwhelmed her.
"Oooo," she wailed, creaming furiously all over his dick-.
He chuckled harshly. "You dig that, huh, doll?"
"Ohhhh, God, YES," Paula whined, clawing the bed. "Put it deeper in me ... Ohhhh, yesss ... Ball me, ball meeee...."
He did, slamming his huge hard prick brutally in and out of her juicy squishing box, fucking her deep and fast and savagely. Paula gave up all pretense of not wanting it. It was just too damned good. She wailed and creamed and writhed, loving the hugely thick stuffing of his big sausage-like cock.
"You really like to fuck, don't you, lady?" he said harshly.
"Love it," Paula babbled, "love it ... Oh, God, keep fucking me, please ... That's sooo good...."
In another moment she was coming explosively, her fiery cunt tightening hard around his jerking meat, her cream splattering out onto his belly. As her exploding box gripped him like a velvet vise, the man howled excitedly and began to shoot his load into her. She opened her legs wide, taking the blast of his come deep into her womb.
"OHHH," she wailed, "AHHHH...."
They panted, bucked, and moaned together in a long sustained mutual climax, till at last she felt his squirting cock go limp and small inside her. She sighed happily, not bothering to hide the happy smirk that twisted her lips. It had been a damned nice fuck. The intruder sighed, too, as he stepped back from her, his limp wet prick popping noisily from her tight gripping box.
He pulled off his stocking mask and said, "Surprise."
Paula twisted to look-and saw her grinning flushed-faced husband.
"Brad, you rat," she said, breaking into helpless laughter.
He laughed, too, barely able to get the word out. "I'd like to try that again sometime," he said. "I really got off on it."
"Me, too," Paula admitted. "I never guessed it was you. darling. I thought you were still at the office."
"I left early," he said, starting to take off his peeping clothes. "I got this idea a couple days ago, and I couldn't wait to try it out. But we'd better hurry and get dressed, honey. Our guests will be here in fifteen minutes."
It was a pleasant dinner, relaxed and friendly. Paula really liked the couple they'd decided to swing with. It would be the first swinging experience for all of them, but she'd worked hard to make it relaxed and natural. She remembered watching Art and Helen Davis the first time they tried it-it had been so awkward and embarrassing. She meant to learn from their mistakes.
After dinner Paula had them all sit on the thick soft living room rug before a blazing fire. They had after-dinner drinks, and Brad got out some excellent pot and rolled a joint for each person. As the marijuana got to them, they relaxed even more. Paula could tell they'd just drift easily and naturally into mutual caresses when the right moment came. In the meantime they chatted languidly.
"I damned near crapped when I heard Brad married you," Stacy said, chuckling. "I mean, I was really pissed off, Paula. I thought, what does he want with an old maid schoolteacher when he can have ME?"
Everyone laughed, and the former Stacy Young went on, "But I can see he made a really wise choice. You two are good for each other. And I made a smart choice, too."
"Thanks, darling," said John Appleton. "I'm forced to agree. Personally, I was delighted when Brad married Paula, because you married me right away out of spite."
"It's more than spite now, sweetie," said Stacy, trailing her hand mischievously over his fly.
Paula and Brad secretly exchanged grins. They both remembered the night Stacy had urged Brad to marry her, complaining that John Appleton was a lousy lay. Obviously she'd changed her mind. Paula hoped he wasn't lousy-because he sure as hell was turning her on. Tall, lanky, sandy-haired, the young businessman had a sexy grin that literally made her pussy go hot and wet.
The Appletons, like Paula and Brad, loved each other dearly but didn't deny each other the fun of getting it on with other partners. They believed it just added to the excitement of their marriage. After some discussion, they'd agreed to come here tonight and try a little swinging. Paula and Brad had just been waiting for the right couple-someone young and attractive and not afraid to experiment.
Now, well-fed and a little high, they were all drifting into a lazily lusty mood, just about ready to get started....
Stacy began it all when she started playing with her husband's cock. As they chatted, the slim blonde mischievously unzipped his fly and drew his semi-erect dick out into the soft glowing light. Paula felt a jolt of excitement. John Appleton was really hung, almost as well as Brad. In Stacy's pumping tickling hand, his pale prick quickly ballooned to a thick stiff eight inches.
John grinned as his pretty young wife played with his erect cock. They all watched as the head of his prick grew purple and suffused, a big bright tear of juice oozing from the dark slit mouth. Paula couldn't contain herself after that. She crawled over to where John was sitting and stuck out her tongue and lapped up the little tasty droplet of cock juice.
"Stacy," she said huskily, "I hope you don't mind sharing this gorgeous cock."
"Not at all, darling," Stacy laughed. "There's another one available, after all. But let's get ol' John worked up first."
"You're on," Paula chuckled.
"I'm already worked up," John protested feebly.
The two young women paid no attention. They started stripping him, and John blushed and laughed nervously, not used to such attention. Stacy drew off his pants and shorts while Paula removed his shirt and shoes and socks. Lanky John Appleton found himself stretched out naked on the rug, being eagerly pawed by two pretty girls, blonde and brunette.
"Man, this is living," he sighed.
"Looks like it," Brad chuckled.
Brad observed the scene as he smoked a joint, getting slowly and powerfully turned on both by the pot and the action. Stacy and Paula quickly removed their own clothes, then bent eagerly over John, kneeling side by side. Stacy started tonguing her husband's rosy swollen nut sacs, while Paula licked greedily up and down the rigid throbbing stalk of his prick.
Brad licked his lips. The girls had their upturned butts toward him, and he could see two lewdly exposed ripe red pussies. One was fringed with platinum curls, the other with lush brown hairs. It was quite a sight. He decided to join the fun. It didn't take him long to get out of his clothes.
"Ahhhh, Jesus, too much," John moaned.
It was fantastically exciting to have two women going down on him at once. Stacy's hot expert tongue lashed and tickled all over his sensitive swollen balls, and Paula's hungry tongue tip wriggled deliciously around and around his hard pulsing cock. He lay back gasping and grinning, his face flushed with arousal.
"Ummm," Paula murmured, "great-tasting cock."
"Nice balls, too," Stacy chuckled.
Their glossy heads bobbed up and down over John's lap, and their upturned asses and exposed gleaming pussies presented a delightful target for Brad as he crept up behind them. He suddenly slipped his hands between their silky thighs and captured two hot slick clits between thumbs and forefingers. He started kneading the two fat little joy buttons, and the girls shrieked with surprise and sudden pleasure.
"Ooooo, Brad, you devil," Stacy squealed. "Yeah, frig my clit ... That feels great...."
"Ummmm, yes, darling," Paula purred, "play with me ... "
Not to be left out, John reached up with sweaty eager hands and got himself two hot fistfuls of tit. Paula's big ripe jug overflowed his hand, but Stacy's sweet little boob fit just right. Squeezing and fondling, he felt the silky hot tits going swollen and aroused, nubby nipples poking his palms.
Paula felt herself rapidly spinning out of control. With one expert hand fondling her tender tit and another tweaking her greedy little joy button, she was getting so aroused she could hardly hold still. She looked at Stacy and saw that the slim blonde was having the same reaction. Her face was flushed and grinning, her breathing hard and fast.
"Let's get Brad," Paula whispered to Stacy. Stacy grinned at her and winked in agreement.
"What are you two whispering about?" John demanded.
"Yeah, girls, no secrets," Brad said.
With squeals of laughter, Stacy and Paula suddenly whirled around and tackled Brad, pushing him down on his back. Before he knew what was happening, he felt deliciously hot slick tongues on his cock and balls and saw two glossy heads, blonde and brunette, bobbing briskly over his lap.
"Ahhh, Christ," he moaned, "yeah ... Get me hard, girls ... It won't take more than a second." His estimate was just about right. With Stacy greedily licking the sensitive head of his cock and Paula loudly sucking on his soft rosy balls, it was just a moment before he felt his prick going almost painfully stiff, his balls swelling up tight with their eager load. As his big prick lurched into erection, the girls squealed happily.
"Ooooo, look at that," Stacy cooed. "I sure wouldn't mind taking a ride on that monster."
"Be my guest," said Paula. "I'm sure John can supply whatever I need."
At that particular moment John was wondering how to supply both of them. He'd crept up behind them, just as excited as Brad had been by the sight of two lewdly exposed wet red slits. He didn't just want to use his fingers, though. He wanted to taste both those gorgeous fragrant pussies. Two bad he didn't have two tongues.
He decided just to skip rapidly back and forth between his two enticing wet targets. He leaned forward and stuffed his thick wet tongue hard up Stacy's drooling little cunt. She gave a shrill squeal of pleasure. He moved quickly, jerking his tongue from her flaming-hot box and ramming it up Paula's thirsty slick twat.
"Ooooo, John, you wicked thing," Paula squealed happily.
"John does love to eat pussy," Stacy laughed. "This is like a banquet for him."
John confirmed her remark with lusty gurgles and loud obscene licking noises as he reamed first one cunt and then the other with his long eager tongue. Squealing with pleasure, the two young women went on tonguing Brad's enormously swollen balls and cock, making him gasp blissfully. Excitement reached a fever pitch, cocks and cunts creaming heavily and helplessly.
"Ooooo, GOD," Stacy gasped, "I'm soooo horny I could scream."
"Funny you should mention it," Brad panted. "I feel the same way."
"Then let's get it on," Stacy said impatiently. "Hurry, hurry ... Christ, how I want a stiff cock."
John and Paula chuckled and moved aside, leaving the panting flushed-face blonde kneeling on the rug. Stacy's pretty little ass twitched impatiently and heavy hot cream gushed from her aroused little box. Brad, flushed and grinning, rolled onto his hands and knees and crawled over to her, seizing her slim hips to steady himself. He wedged the huge hard purple head of his cock into her slick little cunt mouth.
Paula squeezed John's hand and said hoarsely, "Let's watch."
John nodded eagerly, and they moved over beside the other couple and watched with hot interest as Brad slowly pushed his enormously thick pale cock into Stacy's gushing little hole. The huge hard prick stretched her dainty pink cunt lips almost to bursting, but she was clearly feeling no pain. She moved with delight.
"Ooooo, Jesus, YES," Stacy panted, "yes, push that big thing into me, darling ... All the way ... Ahhhhh, God, that's good...."
Her hugely stretched cunt mouth oozed a heavy load of cream onto Brad's big swollen red balls as he thrust completely into her. He paused for a moment, groaning with the pleasure of her red-hot juicy box gripping his erect dick, and then he started to fuck her in slow deep strokes.
"Eeeeee," Stacy crooned, "EEEE...."
Her slim body flushed pink with horny excitement, and her long red nails clawed the mg. Helpless thick cream gushed from her probed little box, and her pretty little boobs swelled up taut, the pink nipples erect and nubby. Her eyes rolled crazily, and she moaned deliriously as she took the countless deep hard thrusts of Brad's monster prick.
"Looks like fun," Paula teased to John. "You ever try it?"
"No, I'm a virgin," he laughed, "but it looks like it might be mildly pleasant."
He slipped his hand between her thighs and wickedly rubbed her wet swollen gash while they watched Brad and Stacy balling. Paula sighed happily and opened her legs wider, creaming onto his palm. John felt the sizzling gush of juice and looked at her, cocking an eyebrow.
"Madam," he said, "I believe you're horny." Paula gave him an exaggerated leer. "You bet I am, buster," she said. "I could use a good hard fuck."
"I'm terribly shocked," John said, "but I'll do my best."
Then all the kidding was over. Paula hurriedly kneeled close beside Stacy and raised her ass eagerly in the air, dying for the first hard thrust of John Appleton's thick eight-inch cock. Just as eager, John kneeled behind her and stabbed clumsily with his impatient prick till he managed to ram it into the blazing-hot mouth of her cunt.
John's trim hard hips flew as he jerked his swollen meat in the deliciously tight juicy sheath of her cunt. He grinned wickedly, for he'd been dying to get into Paula Harper's pants for months now. She was every bit as good as he'd guessed, a tall hot-blooded woman who clearly loved to ball. She wailed her delight and creamed furiously around his plunging dick.
The two couples fucked side by side for long delicious moments, the men panting and bellowing, the women squealing and moaning. As the dizzying pleasure of orgasm came over them again and again, Paula and Stacy bucked and writhed, and their partners had to cling to keep in the middle. No one was in a big hurry. They wanted this exquisite pleasure to last the whole night if possible.
After awhile Paula snuck a glance at her husband to see how he was doing-and she found Brad looking her right in the eye. They exchanged a long lusty look that told a lot more than words.. Paula knew he was sharing her feelings, her gratitude and wonder that they'd found each other. They were so uniquely suited with their strange sexual urges, so perfectly able to satisfy each other's kinky whims....
Yes, she was very lucky that she'd met Brad, that he'd talked her out of seeing a psychiatrist and being "cured" of the very thing that gave her such intense pleasure ... Her strange and powerful desires had found permanent fulfillment with Brad.
She saw he was starting to come. So was she. Paula twisted her head and kissed him hotly as they both received orgasms from other partners. Brad thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. They held the kiss, moaning, as they came.
She certainly hoped the young Appletons weren't shocked.