Most of us lead two lives--real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury, surrounded by jewels and furs. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, painting or fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of becoming a famous athlete. And then there are sexual fantasies--wild dreams that we seldom expect to come true.
Is it best to suppress our desires and fantasies, or to bring them out in the open and act on them? Does their repression lead to sickness, or does their fulfillment bring shame? No one has yet been able to answer these questions satisfactory.
In this story the characters have decided not to repress their sexual desires and fantasies.
NAUGHTY VOYEUR DAUGHTER--a story that deals with a sexual dilemma that confronts us all in one form or another. We cannot pass judgement on the solutions of others. We can only look at them with an open mind, seeing how some members of our society face the problem.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
When Peter Jarvis came into the bedroom, he found his wife rolling her nylon stockings up her smooth thighs. It was a stimulating sight. He paused just inside the door, to appreciate the view.
Annabelle was in her mid-thirties but her body was as sleek and firm and well proportioned as it had been when Peter first met her years before. Her tits were heavy, but they did not sag. As she bent down to fasten the straps of her black garter belt to the tops of her nylons, the fat tit globes swayed like ripe fruit waiting to be plucked. The nipples were big and taut and the cleavage of her tit mounds was soft and deep. Her torso was slender, her belly sucked in at the waist and then gently rounded as it swept down to her pelvis. She had long, shapely legs. Her fingers seemed to be caressing those smooth thighs narcissistically as she attached the stockings. Peter didn't blame her if she was narcissistic. With a body like that, why wouldn't a woman enjoy herself?
Other than the garter belt and stockings, Annabelle was naked.
Her pussy was hairy, a wide triangle of thick, dark curly hair rising high and spreading wide on her belly while, farther down, the pink lips of her cunt were moist and parted.
Peter licked his lips.
Annabelle noticed him in the doorway and looked up with a smile. She had thick hair which she wore in a mass of coils and curls, carefully arranged so that it looked carelessly unarranged. She tossed her head to one side and the curls sprang and bounced along her cheek. She continued to work on the garter belt but her hips moved just slightly on the bed, so that her crotch was turned directly towards Peter.
He looked at his watch, wondering if they had time to fuck.
Annabelle had already bathed and just started to get dressed. Peter had showered and shaved and was wearing his bathrobe. The Jarvises had been invited for drinks at the neighbors this afternoon and were getting ready to go next door--but they had plenty of time.
He moved into the bedroom.
His prick had started to harden and swell and the front of his bathrobe was tented out by his hard-on. The flaps shifted around his thighs and the head of his cock seemed to be groping blindly for the exit from the loose folds of the garment. As he walked towards her, where she sat on the edge of the bed, Annabelle lowered her gaze, still smiling, noticing the way his robe was sticking out.
She knew that Peter always got excited when he saw her wearing a black garter belt and stockings.
That was one reason why she wore them.
He hated tights--that product of misguided liberation--because they made a woman's crotch look as smooth and sexless as a plastic doll's. He liked sexy underwear and suggestive attire, transparent negligees and scanty bikinis. His attitudes and tastes suited his wife, because she enjoyed wearing such things and, more, she enjoyed the effect that such dress had on Peter--and the results.
Now he stood before her, his legs slightly spread.
Annabelle opened the flaps of his bathrobe playfully.
His big prick leaped from the shadows within.
She didn't look quite so playful, then--more lustful, for she was a woman who truly admired a big, hard cock. Peter's was one of the biggest cocks she had ever seen. It was one of the major reasons why she had married him, years before, when she had had her choice of half a dozen suitors and had turned down numerous proposals. She hadn't been exactly promiscuous, but she had certainly not been chaste, either. Annabelle had started fucking when she was a teenager and, although she had never kept an accurate count, had fucked with over a dozen men by the time that she met Peter. She never fucked on a first date, but generally fucked on the second. That was the sort of woman she was, halfway immoral. But after Peter had pronged her on his huge prick, Annabelle had lost interest in her other admirers. It wasn't that she had deliberately been faithful to Peter, it was simply that she no longer enjoyed a seven-inch cock after she had been stuffed chock-a-block full of his fat nine inches of cock.
Peter felt much the same way about Annabelle and, by tacit agreement, they started dating regularly.
After a few months they decided to get married.
A lifetime with Peter's massive prick suited Annabelle, and Peter was every bit as satisfied with her performance in bed. She had the most delightful pussy that he had ever fucked, a real suction cunt. Peter had been a bit of a cocksman and had fucked quite a few young ladies--but none with a pussy as good as Annabelle's.
Her mouth worked well, too.
They had a happy marriage.
They had a teenaged daughter named Catherine and, basically, they had remained faithful to one another.
Peter had cheated on Annabelle three or four times, but only when he was out of town on business, and always with discretion. He might take a girl he had picked up back to his hotel room for a fuck, but he embarked on no lasting affairs. If Annabelle had guessed that he might have slipped up, while away from home, the idea did not really distress her.
Annabelle had committed adultery twice, herself.
Both times were with men she barely knew, strangers really, and she had enjoyed the fucking but looked for no emotional entanglements--much the same attitude that her husband had. She had never confessed to him about those two affairs and often wondered if he suspected--but felt sure that he wouldn't really mind too much. Their marriage was firm enough to survive such casual things.
The first time she had slipped up had been, classically enough, with a television repairman.
Peter had been at work.
Catherine was at school.
The repairman was young and lean and as he squatted on the floor behind the broken television, Annabelle had noticed the way the front of his jeans was stuffed full of prick. She had watched him thoughtfully for a while, as he labored. Should she? She guessed not. Then she thought some more and figured, why not?
What harm is there in it?
And, speaking before she had a chance to change her mind again, she came right out with it.
"How would you like a blow-job?" she asked.
The repairman gulped and Annabelle blushed, embarrassed by her own boldness.
How mortifying if he turned her down!
But then he grinned and, with enthusiasm, said: "Yeah!"
Annabelle sucked him off right there on the floor beside the broken television. Then she took him into the bedroom and, feeling slightly naughty for doing it in her husband's bed, stripped him naked and sat on his prick and fucked him to an orgasm.
She had never seen him again.
But then, the television had never broken down again, either.
His prick had been big--but not as big as Peter's prick.
The second time she had been adulterous happened when Peter was out of town and she had been feeling lonely and restless. It had been more deliberate than with the television repairman, not a spur-of-the-moment thing. She had gone out with every intention of get- u ting fucked.
Annabelle went to a cocktail lounge and sat the bar and waited and, soon enough, a man bought her a drink and they began to talk and he asked her if she fooled around.
She grinned and said: "Sure."
He fucked her in a motel room.
She never saw him again, either, although his prick had been satisfactory--and she had never even known his name.
Only two stray cocks in eighteen years-- Annabelle felt positively pure and faithful.
Of course, she got a lot of cock at home.
And she was about to get some now...
Peter pushed his hips out, thrusting his cock towards her. Annabelle giggled and squirmed, cupping her tits in both hands and letting the head of his prick touch her nipples, then slide into her cleavage. His cock felt hot as a branding iron. He unbelted the robe and let it fall open in front, so that his balls, too, were exposed. The hairy sac was swollen like an overinflated balloon. Annabelle reached out, palm turned upwards, and cupped his balls, lifting slightly as if she were trying to judge the weight of the cum-load they contained.
Leaning down, she pushed her hot tongue out and fluttered it against the swollen purple slab of his cockhead.
Her saliva steamed on the hot cockmeat.
"Ummm," she purred, as the meaty flavor began to tingle on her taste buds, making her hungry for more.
Annabelle had always loved to suck cocks, having discovered how tasty they were then, as a young girl, she had first sampled a mouthful. Now she began to curl and coil her nimble tongue all around the swollen prick-knob, polishing and laving the head of his cock. She blew her hot breath down his stalk. She tongued the cock tip and pushed into the parted cleft. Then she kissed the knob and, slowly letting her lips part, his prick fed into her mouth.
She sucked his cock lovingly.
Her cheeks hollowed in and her lips dragged on the prick meat and her long eyelashes fluttered.
But then she drew her lips away again.
Usually, once she had started sucking Peter's prick, Annabelle was inclined to keep on sucking until she had milked him and swallowed his hot, thick spunk. But it always made her awfully hot to blow him and, after she had sucked him off, she wanted to get fucked--or, if his cock had gone soft, at least get her cunt eaten out in return. But they didn't really have enough time for that today. They were expected at the neighbors in half an hour and she had to finish dressing and, although there was plenty of time to suck him off, she would have to do without an orgasm, herself.
Annabelle didn't like the thought of being horny and frustrated for the rest of the afternoon. How could a girl socialize when her pussy was steaming? So--reluctantly--she decided not to blow him but to get right on with the fucking so that they could both come.
Peter looked a little disappointed when she dragged her sweet lips off his prick, but he understood her reasoning.
He shrugged the robe from his shoulders.
Annabelle lay back, sideways, on the bed, her nylon-sheathed thighs parted and her knees raised.
Her cunt was wide open now, the pussy slit spread out into a slot and that slot flooded with cunt juice. It looked, Peter thought, like a pool of quicksilver in the thick forest of her pubic bush.
His cock, glistening with saliva, was standing so tautly that it seemed to be humming like a tuning fork, and he was impatient to get his cock buried in her cunt and get his bloated balls emptied.
But still, he thought he might have a little lick, first.
He knelt beside the bed.
Annabelle gave a little wail of delight when she realized that she was going to get some head for starters. She arched her slender back arid tilted her crotch up like a hairy plate on which her juicy pussy was being offered to his lips.
Then, with a sudden thought, she frowned.
"You'd better lock the door," she said. "Cathy--"
"She must have gone out," said Peter. "I looked in her room on my way from the bathroom."
Annabelle smiled.
She was a noisy fuck, she knew--a wailing, panting fuck--and she was glad that the girl was not in the house so that she would not have to try to control those lustful sounds.
In fact, Catherine had not gone out at all.
But they did not know that--and they certainly did not know that naughty little Catherine was watching them!
Peter leaned in and began to run his tongue up Annabelle's cunt slot and across her stiff clit.
She moaned and whimpered at the lovely feeling. She ground her ass and her belly churned as she worked her fiery, creamy pussy against his willing face. He lapped upwards with broad, slurping strokes, then began to stab right up her pussy as far as his tongue would reach. Cunt juice poured from her pussy hole and trickled down her crotch, soaking into the tight crack of her ass. His face was coated with pussy juice.
Now Peter was faced with the same situation that Annabelle had found herself in, while she had been mouthing his prick.
He loved to suck cunt and he liked to do it until he had made Annabelle cream--but again they were confounded by the time factor.
He gave her tasty pussy a final loving lick and then, with a sight, drew back from the feast. He knelt between her thighs, his prick angled out over her smooth belly. Annabelle gazed adoringly at his big cock as it jerked above her pussy. Her talented cunt had started to suck already, even before he had fucked her. Her whole crotch was awash with the lather of her lust.
Peter grasped his prick by the root and aimed the cock-knob towards the hairy target as he mounted her. The head of his cock nuzzled into her open cunt slot, but he didn't fuck into her pussy yet. He moved his prick up and down at the juicy, slippery entrance, stirring her cream bowl with the fat ladle of his cock. She shuddered as his cockhead rubbed over her clit and her cunt lips fluttered open even wider while her fuck hole began to suck like a vacuum cleaner, desperate to be filled by that massive cock.
"Oooooh--put it in," she pleaded.
He fed her another inch of prick.
"All of it!" Annabelle wailed.
Peter reached down with both hands and cupped Annabelle under the ass. He lifted her pelvis higher as she arched her back, writhing and squirming in anticipation. Then he slowly fucked his cock up her creamy cunt, stuffing her pussy to the brim and burying every inch of his long, fat fuck tool in her flooded gash.
He held the full penetration for a moment, savoring the sensation of having his prick fucked balls-deep in hot cunt while Annabelle thrilled to he feeling of being full of hard cock.
Her pussy rippled and clutched on his cockmeat.
She started moving first, pumping against him and turning her hips from side to side so that her cunt was winding around his cock like a nut onto a bolt.
Peter drew back until only the head of his swollen prick remained in her pussy, paused for a moment with his cockshaft bared between them, bolting his belly to her crotch in a fat, fleshy bridge. Then he slid the whole thing back up her smoldering cunt. He began to move slowly and steadily, fucking her full of cock, drawing out, fucking in again with long, rippling strokes. The length of his prickshaft was running across her fluttering clit as he fucked in and her cunt sucked as he withdrew. Her fuck hole was soaking wet with her pussy juices and yet her cunt muscles were so skillful that she gripped his cock as tightly as a virgin. His fat cock slithered up that creamy slot and she cried out with joy when the big, bloated cock-knob pounded into the depths of her pussy.
His prick felt like a heated crowbar up her cunt.
Annabelle was gasping with the thrill, her ass grinding wildly and her hips pumping madly. She threw her stocking-clad legs up and clamped her smooth thighs around his flanks, hooking her heels together behind him. She was riding him from below, frantically fucking under him as the wondrous sensation built in her pussy, nearing the peak. The thrill fluttered across her belly in lateral waves and darted up her thighs in a tingling electric current, shaking the fabric of her being with the spasms.
"Come!" she cried.
Almost ready to cream, herself, she wanted him to come with her, to feel his jism squirt into her cunt as she melted.
"Come--shoot in me, darling--give it to me!" she wailed.
Peter was nearly there, himself. He braced his knees on the bed and began to pound into her cunt faster and harder, his big prick throbbing as it fucked up her pussy hole. Cunt juice sprayed out as the big cock stuffed her pussy to the brim. Her cunt muscles clamped around him in sequence, running up his prick in a series of tightening rings. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened. Her face contorted into a mask of passion.
Her pussy melted around his prick like a soft wax candle around a hard, flaming wick.
A moment later, Peter gasped as he came.
The thick cum rushed up the shaft of his prick and spurted from his cock-knob, hosing her pussy with a jet of jism.
Annabelle felt the hot cum rush into her cunt.
She came a second time, then again, the spasms of joy rushing through her so quickly that it seemed as if she were having one prolonged orgasm, hovering at the heights of sensation.
Peter jolted in, squirting load after load of jism up her cunt.
Her cunt juice gushed out, blending with his cum, filling her pussy with the thick fluids of their mutual release. He fucked in with jolt after jolt until, at last, his cock and balls had been emptied. His fuck-strokes slowed, then he stopped and held himself rigidly above her, his prick still buried up her pussy, while Annabelle squirmed for another moment, working off the final spasms of her own climax.
"Honey--that was lovely," she purred.
She lay back, a contented smile on her lips and a dreamy look in her passion-glazed eyes.
Peter drew his cock out slowly.
Even though she had finished coming, her greedy cunt continued to suck on his cock as he pulled out, as if her cunt were reluctant to be vacated, holding his cock in by carnal suction. The big fuck tool came out semi-hard, bobbing up and down as if unable to decide whether it would shrink now, or snap back into a brand new hard-on.
They often fucked twice--or even three times--before his massive prick softened and diminished.
But they didn't have time for a repeat fuck today.
Annabelle curled gracefully around and took his cock into her mouth, sucking it clean of cum and cunt juice and polishing the fat prick-knob to a glossy luster. Then she drew her lips away. Peter rolled over, groaning, grinning, rather wishing that they did not have to go next door just yet.
But they were obligated.
They began dressing again.
They were both wishing that they were undressing, instead, getting ready to fuck...
And Catherine was wishing the same thing.
She had watched them suck and fuck. She had seen all the juicy details. Catherine, a virgin, herself, had been thrilled.
It was awfully naughty to spy on Mommy and Daddy when they fucked.
And she was already looking forward to the next time.
CHAPTER TWO
The Jarvis family lived in half a house--that is, it had once been a big, single-family home but now it was divided into two separate homes, duplex fashion. It was located on a corner and divided so that each separate unit had a private entrance, one on each of the intersecting streets. From the outside the building still looked like the huge home it had once been, an elegant building from the days when moderately well-to-do people could afford servants to take care of such large homes. Made of wood and brick, the house had dormer windows and mock turrets and cupolas and elaborately carved woodwork under the eaves and sills. Gargoyles would not have looked out of place.
Inside, the two separate homes had been modernized. The fireplaces were still there but no longer functional. Cheery logs no longer burned--instead, there were luminous plastic flames in the fireplaces to evoke more gracious times. The ornate bell pulls which had formerly been used to summon the servants were still there, too, but had been left only as decoration. They no longer worked and, if they had, there were no longer any servants to be summoned. The marble mantle pieces and the splendidly carved banisters still lent a touch of class, the high windows were elegant, and the brass door knockers gleamed.
The Jarvis family lived on Stone Street.
The Bishops lived on Elm Street.
Simply knowing their respective addresses, one would never have guessed that, in fact, they lived back to back, separated by only a wall, in the very same house.
The Jarvises had lived there for several years.
The Bishops had only recently moved in.
They were a young couple, recently wed and without children, and it was they who had invited Peter and Annabelle over for a few get- acquainted drinks this afternoon. With only a thin wall between them, they figured it would be just as well to be friendly.
There was one strange thing about the converted house that the two families shared.
Peter and Annabelle didn't know about it.
Mark and Maria Bishop had not discovered it.
But Catherine had...
%hen the builders had been called in to divide the house into two different units, they had carried the work out as far as the ceiling of the top floor--and stopped there. They had not taken the new wall up through the attic. Thus the long, low area under the roof was still one room, above both apartments.
It had never been more than a storage space and now it was not used at all. If there had originally been a staircase leading up to the attic, it had vanished in the reconstruction and so now the only entrance to the place was by trap doors in the ceilings of the bedrooms. Peter had looked up there once, when they first moved in, just lifting his head and shoulders through the trap door and not noticing how far the attic extended--out over the other apartment. They didn't need the extra storage space and so he had never ventured up there again.
But young Catherine had found a use for the privacy and secrecy of that dusty attic.
She went up there to finger-fuck her pussy.
Catherine was still a virgin but she was also a very hot and horny young lady and she played with her cunt a lot. She had started masturbating when she was quite young and did it more frequently as she got older and her needs became more urgent. At first she had rubbed herself off in her bed, night and morning, or in the bathtub, soaking in the warm water while her hot cunt juice lathered it like frothy soap.
But one morning not long before, she had almost been caught at it. She had been giving her creamy pussy a good going over with both hands and was just about to come when her mother had walked into her bedroom without knocking. Annabelle had meant no harm and certainly hadn't expected to find the girl doing anything naughty. It simply had not occurred to her that her innocent young daughter might expect her to knock before she entered.
Catherine had yanked the sheet up and got her foaming cunt under cover before Annabelle realized what she had interrupted, but it had given the girl a shock.
After that she felt nervous about giving herself a hand-job. She could have locked her bedroom door, of course, but that would look suspicious, and her mother didn't allow her to lock the bathroom door, in case of accidents such as slipping on the soap.
So Catherine decided that what she needed was a perfectly safe place for finger-fucking her cunt.
She was lying on her bed, thinking about it.
Gazing up, she saw the trap door.
She pulled a chair under it and opened the flap and looked into the attic. It seemed the perfect place to go for solitude. The room was dusty, but she would fix that, and it was lighted well enough by the dormer windows. It was almost, she decided, a romantic place, rather like what she thought a garret was. No one would discover her up there and she could play with her pussy to her heart's content.
The girl found an old mattress in a closet and hauled that up to her secret room. She took a candle and a flashlight and some pictures of Burt Reynolds up and arranged a corner of the room into a comfortable masturbatorium. As soon as she got up the nerve to buy a vibrator or a dildo, she could leave that, too, up there, without any worries that her mother might find it in her room.
How handy it was.
Catherine had already frigged off several times in the attic before she realized how long the room was and investigated the whole area.
She soon discovered that the attic extended over the entire top floor of the divided house.
That meant nothing, at the time, because the adjacent apartment was not occupied. But she also found that there were more trap doors than the one in her bedroom.
There was, in fact, a trap door in her parents' bedroom ceiling, through which an interested party could look right down at their bed.
It was through that trap door, open just enough, that the horny teenager had been a fascinated observer, today, while Peter and Annabelle sucked and fucked before going next door...
Belly down on the floor, Catherine stared through the crack and felt the hot rush of lust that her voyeurism brought to her loins. She had been sneaking looks into her parents' bedroom for some time now, hoping to catch them fucking, but this was the first time that she had struck it lucky. The girl, horny herself, was amazed at how lustful her mother and father were.
When Annabelle took Peter's prick into her mouth, Catherine gasped out loud--so loudly that they might have heard her, had they not been panting like steam engines, themselves. She saw her mother's lips pull up that delicious-looking mouthful of cock and her nimble tongue lave all over the sucking purple cock-knob.
Catherine was shocked as well as excited. Cock-sucking, she thought, was not the sort of thing that one expected one's own mother to do! And yet it looked like so much fun that the girl's mouth had started to water with the vicarious thrill and, even as she marveled that her mother would do such a depraved thing, Catherine was looking forward to the first time she got a chance to suck a cock, herself.
She was disappointed when Annabelle stopped sucking Peter's cock.
She had been hoping that her mother would carry it to a conclusion and looking forward to seeing her father shoot in her mother's mouth--and thinking about swallowing a load of delicious cum, herself, as soon as the chance arose.
But then Peter went down on Annabelle and the teenager was thrilled again as she watched his tongue slurp on that hairy, juicy pussy and heard the moist lapping sounds as he tongued away.
Then Peter moved up and mounted Annabelle, and Catherine was treated to her first sight of a fuck.
It drove her wild.
The girl was every bit as sorry when it was over as were the two enthusiastic participants below.
She lingered there until her parents had finished dressing, hoping that they might decided to fuck or suck again. She was already planning to spy on them again when they got home. After they'd had a few drinks, she thought--and hoped--they might be horny again.
Peter and Annabelle left the bedroom.
Catherine crawled back to her mattress under the dormer window, her pussy steaming between her thighs. After that lovely sight, she simply had to bring herself off. She could think of nothing else--which was why it had not yet occurred to her that, with the attic extending over the other apartment, she was presented with the opportunity to spy on the people next door, as well as her mom and dad.
That would occur to her in due course.
And she was going to see more than she had bargained for, too.
But first she had to get her cunt frigged off.
Although she was desperately hot, the girl did not want to rush through her hand-job. Catherine always liked to linger over a finger- fucking, enjoying all the preliminaries and letting the crest build up as slowly as possible to those magical heights.
First, she took her clothing off.
It was always more fun doing it naked.
Catherine had inherited her mother's splendid body, the narrow waist and teardrop shaped ass and firm, thrusting tits. Her pink nipples stood up, stiff and trembling, like little rockets waiting to be launched into space. Her cunt bush was a dark jungle and her cunt was open and full of hot juice. She gazed down at herself, admiring her smooth slopes and curves. She had to remember to bring a looking glass up to the attic, she told herself. It was fun to look at herself reflected in a mirror while she finger-fucked her pussy.
The candle, which was set in the neck of a, wine bottle, was just about the size and shape of a prick, and the girl was tempted to fuck herself with it. But the candle was wax and her cunt was so hot that she was afraid the candle might dissolve up her pussy hole and clog her up. She guessed it would be wise to forego that pleasure until she could get her hands on a proper dildo or phallic-shaped vibrator. She had used her father's electric toothbrush on her clit once. That had been fun, both at the time and later, when she thought about her daddy innocently brushing his teeth with that same juicy bristled brush. Now that she knew he was a cunt-lapper, though, she wondered why he hadn't recognized the distinctive flavor that had mingled with his toothpaste. She began working on her tits, caressing the firm, full tit mounds and pulling at the nipples and purring as she enjoyed this preliminary loveplay, this foreplay of solitude. The taut tit tips seemed to explode like little sticks of dynamite in her fingers. Sometimes she could come just like that, not even touching her cunt but merely playing with her nipples until she creamed. She could lick them, too, she had recently discovered, to her immense satisfaction.
Cupping the plump tit mounds in her hands, she lifted her tits to her face, arching her back and squirming. She lowered her chin and pushed her hot tongue out and began lapping at the rigid nuggets of flesh that capped the spheres. She sucked a fat nipple into her lips. It felt so good!
Catherine wished that it were someone else sucking her tits for her! A handsome, horny young man--or even a girl, for her sexual fantasies were diverse and, although she was no lesbian, the idea of doing a little tit-sucking with a pretty girl was attractive to her. She gurgled with pleasure, running her slurping tongue up her cleavage and circling back to the sensitive nipples. Her saliva trickled down her tits as she drooled over the succulent feast.
Her cunt was so hot by this time that she half expected it to suddenly ignite, smoking and then bursting into flames. But her pussy was too wet to burn.
She ran a hand up the inside of her thigh.
She stroked up to the crease, but didn't touch her pussy yet, enjoying the anticipation, teasing herself by the delay.
Her neck craned down and she tilted her pelvis up so that she could gaze at her pussy. She moved both hands up her inner thighs, fluttering her fingers, caressing. She continued to avoid her burning cunt, rubbing up the junction of legs and loins and stroking laterally across her flat belly.
Then she could bear to tease herself no longer. Her fingertips traced up her open, glistening pink cunt lips and she shuddered. She flicked a finger against her trembling clit and gasped. She began to work on her cunt with both hands, slowly, steadily, lovingly. Tilting her wrists, she began to fuck two stiff fingers in and out of her slippery pussy slot while, with the other hand, she rubbed her clit and stroked her dripping cunt lips.
Her long eyelashes fluttered as she twisted her head from side to side, her face grimacing with passion.
She remembered how it had looked when her mother's compressed lips dragged slowly up her father's fat prick, slurping and sucking with obvious enjoyment, tongue lapping on the hot cock meat. How eager Catherine was to suck a cock! The idea had always been thrilling, but now that she realized that her own mother was a cock-sucker, the horny little teenager was more enthusiastic than ever to try it. That massive slab of purple cockhead and the thick, pounding prickshaft had looked so succulent that her mouth was drooling for a taste. The very thought of it was making her tongue as hot as her clit, and her mouth was longing for a load of jism as much as her seething pussy was. As she played with her pussy, the girl was licking her lips, pretending that she had a mouthful of prick.
Then she thought about how her daddy's tongue had, in turn, slurped up her mother's steaming cunt. How wonderful it must feel. Catherine wondered who she could get to eat her pussy. Surely it would not be hard to find a cunt-lapper. Especially since she was willing to give him a blow-job in return! She would drink his cum and then he would suck her off, and maybe they would do it again--or they might turn around and link up at the same time, sixty-nining together!
And fucking!
As the girl had watched her father's cock vanish up her mother's hairy fuck hole, then come pulling slowly out, the long, fat prick lathered with foaming cunt juice, her own pussy had gone wild with the vicarious thrill, sparking with sympathetic vibrations. She was desperate to know the joy of being stuffed full of prick.
She no longer thought of her cherry as a precious thing to be preserved, but rather as a deformity to be gotten rid of. But which should she do first, suck or fuck? That was just the sort of decision that a girl could have a lot of fun in determining.
Despite her passionate attitude and inclinations, Catherine was an innocent and inexperienced girl--at least, in these permissive times, she was. She knew that about half of the girls in her class at school had already started fucking and almost all of them went in for heavy petting and mutual masturbation with their boyfriends. But something about Catherine made boys nervous. Perhaps it was simply that she was so absolutely desirable and delectable that the young men couldn't believe she might actually be available--that they hadn't the self-confidence to attempt to seduce a girl as gorgeous as Catherine. And for her part, although she had wanted to fuck, she was still rather shy with young men. Had anyone taken the initiative, Catherine would have been more than willing, but she was not the type to make the first move.
Her experiences were limited to a frustrating degree.
Two or three boys had felt her up--but only through her clothing, groping at her fat tits but not daring to slip a hand inside for a bare squeeze. No one had even tried to touch her cunt.
Catherine had felt a few hard cocks.
Whenever she was with a boy, in fact, he seemed to instantly get a big, pounding hard- on.
But she had touched those lovely stiff pricks only casually, too timid to caress them, certainly not bold enough to open the boys' pants and take their cocks out, but simply brushing her hand against the thundering cockmeat as if the contact were accidental.
That, she thought, will have to change!
Now, as thrilled by her imagination and her memory as she was by the touch of her hands, Catherine began to experiment.
She pushed three fingers up her cunt to the knuckles, twisting and scissoring them around inside her pussy. She drew her fingers out, slippery with cunt juice and, keeping them bunched together in a phallic shape, she brought them to her lips. Her tongue flicked out and she began to lick her fingertips, pretending that they were the head of a dripping prick.
Then she pushed her fingers into her mouth and sucked on them, her head bobbing up and down as her mother's head and bobbed as she fed herself a mouthful of cock.
Even while she made believe that it was a cock she was sucking, Catherine was surprised to find out how delicious cunt juice was. She wondered if cum tasted the same way.
She drew her fingers from her lips.
The cunt juice was slurped off and now those fingers were slippery with her saliva. She lowered her hand to her pussy again. Pretending her wet fingers were a tongue, she began to . flick them over her clit. Then she alternated, sucking on the bunched fingers of one hand while she finger-fucked herself with the wet fingers of the other hand.
She was really acquiring a taste for cunt juice.
She wished that she could go down on herself.
If cunt juice was that delicious, even delivered by hand, how lovely the stuff must be when a girl sucked it, all hot and bubbling, right out of a creaming cunt!
In the frenzy of her sexual fantasy and desire, all her wild thoughts were coming together, blurring at the edges, melting into one raging need. Catherine was no longer sure if she was thinking about sucking a cock or sucking a cunt or being sucked and getting fucked--she wanted to know the joy of everything at once.
Then she started to come.
The first waves ran sideways across her churning belly, coming higher with each passing ripple. Spasmodic thrills began to dart up her trembling thighs, joining with the other sensations as they met in her pussy. Her clit began to spark. Deep inside her belly a glowing ember of pure fuck-lust was smoldering.
The girl whimpered and wailed and cried out in the wild ecstasy of it. She was hovering just under the peak. She could no longer seek to delay the heights, to savor the slow build-up, for she was desperate for release.
She used both hands.
One frenzied hand was stuffing her cunt full of fingers while her thumb vibrated on her clit. The other hand was holding her cunt lips spread wide open, caressing the sensitive, nectar-soaked flesh. The thrills came higher, and faster. They flashed through her loins now, each peak coming so quickly upon the one before that they had began to merge into one huge tidal wave of sensations. There was a pounding in her breast and a drumming in her ears. She thought that she might scream. Thick ribbons of cunt juice gushed from her pussy, soaking her hairy crotch and trickling down to seep into the tight crack of her ass. Her hands moved even faster and the thrill came higher.
Her clit exploded.
Her cunt melted.
A flood of juice poured from her pussy.
Catherine, wailing with bliss, kept frigging away as she worked her wonderful orgasm off to the dregs.
Then she lay back on the mattress, smiling joyfully as she stared up at the rafters. A quicksilvery pool of cunt juice spread out between her legs. Her hands continued to stroke and fondle, even after her climax was ended, just in case a last flutter or spasm remained in her pussy. A hand-job might not be as wonderful as a prick or a tongue, but it sure as hell felt wonderful.
She thought that maybe she would rest awhile, recover--and then finger-fuck herself again.
And now that she had come and was no longer gripped by lust, Catherine was having second thoughts.
Maybe she shouldn't really rush out and suck the first prick she could get her hands on--maybe she should preserve her virginity for a little longer, after all.
She always had the pleasure of her hands.
And now she had discovered the pleasure of voyeurism.
She turned her head, looking down the long, low, raftered attic as she wondered when she would have a chance to watch her mother and father fucking again--and as she looked, the naughty girl realized that the attic extended all the way over the other apartment.
The realization jolted her.
Did the trap doors on the other side, too, look down into the bedrooms? It seemed likely. And, if so, what was to prevent her from secretly watching her neighbors?
She had seen the Bishops a few times.
They were young and good looking.
And they had not been married for very long. Why, they were virtually still on their honeymoon. And if honeymooners did not fuck with regularity, who did? The girl was absolutely thrilled by the possibility and her pussy began to simmer all over again.
She decided to investigate.
There would be nothing to see, at the moment, of course, since her mother and father were visiting the Bishops--and even horny honeymooners would not excuse themselves in the middle of entertaining guests in order to fuck. Or so she thought. But it gave her a splendid reason to go over to the other side of the attic and find out just where the trap doors opened on the other side of the house.
She hoped it was the bedroom.
But with newlyweds, maybe it wouldn't matter. They might just fuck in the living room, in the bathroom, or on the kitchen table!
They might fuck anywhere, in fact.
And naughty little Catherine intended to be there when they did.
Curling lithely off the mattress, the girl began to crawl down the attic, with her pussy steaming once again.
CHAPTER THREE
It was true, as Catherine had surmised, that Mark and Maria Bishop were likely to fuck anywhere.
What the girl had no way of knowing was that the Bishops were also likely to fuck anyone.
Although they had not been married long, the Bishops were interested in mate swapping. Even before they had wed, they had enjoyed swapping. It was a taste that they shared, and it had made them an ideally matched couple. As well as straight swapping with different parties, they also enjoyed having threesomes, with either a spare woman or a spare man. The sex of the person who joined them in bed was insignificant because both Mark and Maria were voyeurs and exhibitionists at the same time. Mark loved to sit back in comfort, prick in hand, and watch his sexy wife suck and fuck with another guy--or with a woman, for that matter. And Maria was always happy to look on while handsome Mark poured the prick into some other girl. These visual episodes were inspirational, and they always enjoyed fucking each other afterwards.
Now they were wondering if Peter and Annabelle might be willing to join in a group fuck...
Mark Bishop had made drinks and now the four neighbors were sitting in the front room, making small talk and getting acquainted. The room was an exact duplicate of the front room in the Jarvis home and the familiar setting served to make Peter and Annabelle feel comfortable.
Mark was a tall, lean, good-looking fellow with crisp black hair and a boyish grin. He was a young executive, bent on success, with cultivated tastes and a casual elegance in his demeanor. He also happened to have a whopper of a prick, which pleaded Maria--and which they both hoped would soon be pleasing Annabelle, too.
Maria was a sexy blonde, her hair worn long and straight, falling like melting honey over her shoulders. She had a willowy body with mobile hips and a firm ass and small, pointed tits that jutted out. She had a slightly swaybacked posture, so that when she approached a man she seemed to be advancing tits first, with her pussy tucked in and her firm ass swaying. Her legs were long and well defined. She had studied ballet and yoga at one time and remained supple and agile. Her eyes were blue and set widely apart. They gave her an innocent look. But that innocence was given the lie by the suggestive glint in those pale blue orbs and by her mouth, which was wide and sensual.
Mark, wearing a Harris tweed sport jacket with leather patches on the sleeves, was leaning with one elbow on the mantle piece, a drink in hand. Maria was seated, leaning slightly forward, displaying deep cleavage in her low-cut dress.
They were wondering how to bring the conversation around to matters of a sexual nature.
It wasn't always easy to do that, with strangers, and sometimes it could prove embarrassing.
When Mark and Maria had first discovered that they shared a taste for group fucking, it had been almost accidental--and they had both been delighted at the discovery...
* * *
It had happened shortly after they started dating, when they were both in school. Mark had known from the beginning that Maria was a horny girl, because she had sucked his prick the first time he dated her and they had started fucking on the second date, with mutual enthusiasm. But one afternoon, Mark had brought Maria back to his apartment for a fuck session, thinking that his three roommates would not be home. No sooner had they gotten into bed, keen to get at it, than the door opened and in came the other three college boys with a case of beer.
Mark had been embarrassed--for Maria, not for himself.
But Maria hadn't seemed at all flustered.
The roommates had already had a few drinks and, finding Mark bedded with the cute blonde, began to make suggestive remarks.
"Aw, c'mon, buys," Mark pleaded.
But his roommates were merciless. Cans of beer in hand, they circled the bed like hungry sharks.
"Sorry about this, honey," Mark told Maria.
"It's okay," she said.
What a reasonable girl she is, he thought.
"At least get out of here while my girlfriend gets dressed, huh?" he begged the leering college boys.
"Selfish!" one said.
"Yeah! Let's have a look at her boobs," another suggested.
Mark's jaw tightened and his fists clenched. He was getting angry now, and ready to fight for his girl's honor.
But then Maria giggled.
"I don't mind, Mark," she said.
Mark turned to gape at her in amazement and, as he did so, the girl slowly drew the sheet down and exposed her stiff-tipped tits. Mark's jaw dropped open. The other three men stopped circling and stood where they were, looking at her firm, thrusting tits with so much interest that they even forgot to swill their beer. Although, being college men, they all boasted frequently and at length about their numerous sexual conquests, they were not so experienced that they failed to be impressed by this casual exposure.
Maria smiled at them.
Then she suddenly turned to Mark, her expression worried.
"You don't mind, do you?" she asked.
"Well--not if you don't," he mumbled.
Whereupon Maria amazed them all by drawing the covers down lower and letting them look at her cunt.
The watchers had begun to snort and paw at the floor like rampant bulls by this time, as they came to wonder if there might be possibilities beyond amusement in this situation. They looked at one another, eyebrows raised. They looked questioningly at Mark. They looked with fascination at Maria's frothy pussy.
She squirmed as if their eyes were actually touching her, as if their gazes were shooting in like laser beams. She giggled, obviously enjoying being the center of attention. Her slim, muscular thighs parted. She passed a hand down and stroked her hairy pussy. Her gash was full of cunt juice mad her clit was stiff as a bullet.
The three college men began to get hard- ons.
Mark, too, was getting hot and hard.
Maria, her tone sweet and demure, said: "If your roommates want to have a gang-bang-- it's okay with me, Mark." Her long eyelashes fluttered over her big blue eyes.
Her hand slid across the bed and cupped Mark's cock and balls and when she felt how hard and swollen his prick was, and knew that he, too, had been inspired by her performance, she gave a little whimper of passion. She stroked his cock slowly up and down, making sure that Mark was too excited to protest, any inhibitions that he might have had giving way to the urgency in his balls.
She had been so bold that the three roommates were becoming timid now.
They had never encountered a woman like this and, although they considered themselves seducers, they faltered now.
"Well, boys?" she asked.
She stroked her pussy.
Their eyes dropped--but their pricks continued to rise, since pricks have few inhibitions. They looked at Mark again, wondering how he was taking this strange behavior on the part of his girlfriend.
Mark looked stunned. In fact, he was--but it had nothing whatsoever to do with reluctance. He simply had not expected Maria--or any girl short of a whore--to act in this manner. But he didn't mind at all. Mark had always had a taste for playing the voyeur, ever since he had first spied on his older sister and seen her fucking herself with a banana.
Now he began to realize that sexy Maria had tastes that matched his own. How lucky it had been that his roommates came in as they had-- otherwise he might never have known that Maria was game for such games.
He began to grin.
Seeing this, Maria got even more excited.
Still, she didn't want to alienate Mark, who she liked and who had a lovely big cock.
"Are you sure, Mark, honey? I mean--I don't mind fooling around, but only if you want me to."
"Yeah!" he said.
"You gonna fuck me first, honey?" she asked him.
But Mark shook his head.
"Last," he said. He knew there was a danger that this might make him seem perverted, but he was too excited to give a damn at the moment. "I want to watch you screw my roommates first, then I'll fuck you when they're finished."
Maria's eyes widened in surprise--and realization.
Just as Mark had, moments before, realized that Maria was inclined in the same way he was, so did she now see that Mark was going to make a perfect partner for her.
She turned to the others.
They were still standing around the bed, not sure what to do, jaws hanging open and eyes popping out and pricks hammering wildly in their pants.
"Who's first?" she asked.
There could no longer be any doubts.
They whipped their clothing off hastily, while Maria eyed them, happily noting that all three were well endowed. She was squirming in anticipation of getting all these hard cocks, one right after the other. She still caressed Mark's cock lovingly, not jacking him off but simply assuring him that it was he she loved and that the others were just a passing fancy-- a form of foreplay that would get her ready for him.
The roommates' names were Roger, Melvin and Clyde.
They argued for a moment, then drew straws to see who would fuck her first.
Roger went first.
As he knelt on the bed, Maria took his big prick in her hand and drew it up to her lips. Then, before she sucked the cock, she turned a questioning look on Mark. She knew that some men didn't mind if their girls fucked other guys, but drew the line at the sucking other cocks by their girls, and she didn't want to antagonize him.
Mark winked at her.
Maria sucked Roger's cock.
She didn't let him shoot cum in her mouth, however.
She polished his prick-knob to a gloss and licked his cockshaft and then she pulled her mouth away and lay back. Roger mounted her and fucked the cockmeat up her creamy cunt gash and fucked her with gusto, shooting his wad after a few violent fuck-strokes. Then Melvin took his turn, first fucking her mouth and then fucking her pussy, coming as fast as Roger had.
Clyde, the third in line, having observed the previous action, was so hot that he came the moment her lips clamped around his cockhead.
Maria blinked in surprise, then grinned, with her sweet lips curling up around the fat purple slab of his cock-knob, and sucked him dry.
Mark watched with interest.
Then he threw a super-fuck into her.
They all fucked her again, after that.
Later, lying alone in bed with Mark, Maria became thoughtful. His cock was temporarily limp, his balls deflated, and therefore she had time to think of other things.
"I suppose you think I'm an awful tramp now, huh?" she asked.
"Naw."
"You aren't angry with me?"
"Honey--I loved it," he admitted.
They both could see that, with such shared tastes, there was a future in their relationship. After that, they began to go steady. That is not to say that Maria fucked no one else--but she only fucked other guys when Mark gave his permission, and looked on. The arrangement suited Maria to a tee.
It was infinitely agreeable to Mark.
And all three of Mark's randy roommates were very happy that Mark had such an accommodating girlfriend...
CHAPTER FOUR
Mark had been a junior when he met Maria, and had lived off campus, whereas Maria was a freshman and lived in a dormitory. She shared a room with a girl called Doris, a redhead with huge tits and a wide, solid ass. One day, when Mark was home alone, his roommates off to a football game, Maria brought the redhead around to his apartment. Mark was surprised when he found both girls at the door.
He was even more surprised when, a few minutes later, Maria told him why she had brought Doris with her.
"I was thinking, honey--it doesn't really seem fair that I can't get to fuck all the guys I like, while you've only been fucking me. Anyhow--" she gave him a promiscuous look--anyhow, I kind of like to do a little watching, myself."
Mark gaped at Maria. Then he looked at the other girl.
Doris looked shy but willing.
"You told Doris about--errrr--about the things we do, huh?" He had supposed that Maria was secretive about it.
"Oh, sure. Doris understands these things. And I also told her what a big cock you've got--and she wants it."
Mark grinned. He was willing.
He hadn't dressed yet and, slipping off his bathrobe, he revealed his magnificent prick, which had started to swell and harden in joyous expectation.
The moment she got a look at Mark's big fucker, Doris ceased to look shy and started removing her clothes.
Her tits seemed as big as watermelons. They looked as if they had been inflated--presumably via the valves of her big, taut nipples. Her belly was rounded, although she wasn't fat, and her ass was big and solid as a boulder. She had a bushy cunt mound, the red hair looking as if it had burst into flames. Mark was eager to wallow in that soft, abundant flesh.
The three of them went to the bedroom.
Doris jumped on the bed without invitation, throwing her heavy thighs apart, her pussy running with cunt juice.
Mark started to join her.
But Maria said: "Wait, honey--not yet."
He gave her a puzzled look, but he had a pretty good idea that Maria knew what she was doing.
"I want to show you something, first," she said.
Being a confirmed voyeur, Mark liked to be shown things.
Maria was taking her clothes off now.
"Haven't you ever wondered what we do in the dormitory, Mark? I mean, you know how horny I am. Did you think that I just slept alone and played with my own pussy?"
Mark actually hadn't considered it.
He knew damned well and on irreproachable evidence that Maria was heterosexual and so he had never really thought about it. But he knew, too, that sexy Maria was game for just about anything, and so he was not surprised that she was a switch- hitter.
He sat on the foot of the bed to observe.
Maria curled up on her flank, grinned at Mark, and buried her face between Doris' lush thighs. Her tongue slurped up the redhead's creamy cunt slot and flicked over her stiff clit.
"Oooooh," moaned Doris.
"Ummmmm," purred Maria.
"Ahhhhh," sighed fascinated Mark.
Maria wallowed around in Doris' crotch like a porpoise in a creamy pool, tonguing and sucking. She cupped the redhead's firm ass in both hands and tilted her pussy up and gobbled the thick cunt juice from her hairy bowl.
Doris began to wail. Maria kept sucking until she brought her to a climax. Then she crawled up and squatted on Doris' eager face and squirmed around in ecstasy while the redhead's tongue flashed thirstily up her cunt, in turn.
Maria creamed in Doris's upturned face, filling her open mouth will a slippery deluge of pussy juice.
Both girls grinned at Mark.
Mark was as excited as he had ever been before. This was the first time that he had ever watched two girls in action--but he had a good idea that it wasn't going to be the last time, since he was lucky enough to have a girl like Maria.
Then he fucked Doris.
As he pounded the pork into the juicy cunt of the redhead, he watched Maria watching him. Her face was twisted by passion, her eyes glazed by fuck-lust, her lips trembling with the vicarious thrill. Mark saw that his girlfriend enjoyed a good watch as much as he did. Mark had never performed before, having always been the passive observer, and he found, too, that he was pleasantly inclined to enjoy exhibiting himself while fucking.
The future looked more promising than ever.
He fucked Doris in the missionary position, to begin with. Maria got so excited watching that she had to lean in and tongue his balls and then slide up and rim out his taut asshole. He shot his wad into Doris and when he pulled his cock out, Maria clamped her parted lips to the flooded cunt of the redhead and sucked Mark's jism out second-hand.
Then he fucked Doris again, from the back.
Maria got up real close as she watched his fat prick vanish and reappear, slippery with fuck juice. Since she was that close, anyhow, she found herself within tongue range, and she began to lick Doris' clit. Doris, feeling the double pleasure of prick and tongue at the same time, had another orgasm.
Afterwards, Mark fucked Maria, fucking her long and enthusiastically, while Doris lapped around the edges of Maria's cock- stuffed pussy.
They got together often in the future.
And a new dimension had been added to Mark and Maria's fucking now. When they went out looking for someone to share their bed, they were just as likely to pick up a woman as a man. It didn't really matter.
Mark often speculated about the quirks of his nature, and wondered why he should enjoy watching his girlfriend--and, later, his wife--get fucked by another guy or suck some girl's cunt. He guessed there was something of jealousy involved--for no aphrodisiac is as effective as the green-eyed goddess--and something of possessiveness. He knew that playing the voyeur was a lot more thrilling when his own girl was fucking than if he had been observing strangers. Mark and Maria sometimes went to a local lover's lane where, instead of fucking, they sneaked around and spied on the other fuckers. That was fun, but not nearly as much fun as when one of them was involved. Mark wondered about these kinks and questioned his perverted nature and got faint glimpses of the reasons.
Maria never questioned it at all.
Maria simply enjoyed fucking.
Perfectly matched, Mark and Maria had married shortly after she finished school, by which time he was already a bright young man of commerce. They lived in an apartment for a few months and then they found the lovely duplex on the corner of Elm and Stone Streets. They moved in. Then they noticed the neighbors.
Peter Jarvis was handsome.
Annabelle Jarvis was gorgeous.
How handy it would be if they could get something going with those people who lived on the other side of the dividing wall.
With that in mind, they invited the Jarvises over to get acquainted.
They didn't invite their daughter, of course.
Nor did it dawn on them that the randy little girl might be crawling across the attic over their heads, and that her inclinations were very much the same as their own...
CHAPTER FIVE
Mark and Maria kept the conversation light, casual and not at all suggestive, at first, not wanting to rush into anything that might prove embarrassing, if Peter and Annabelle did not turn out to be likely prospects for their plans. They kept the drinks flowing freely and liberally, however, knowing that alcohol can sink inhibitions and submerge doubts and drown moral qualms.
Peter and Annabelle, never suspecting that there might be ulterior motives, thought that the Bishops were a pleasant young couple.
Peter had not failed to note how sexy Maria was.
Annabelle had covertly glanced at Mark's crotch, as he lounged casually against the mantle piece, and it was obvious from his cock- bulge that the young man was well hung.
Peter was thinking that he would certainly like to fuck the blonde neighbor, and Annabelle was wondering if Mark was as well endowed as Peter, and what it would be like to fuck with him. But despite these thoughts-- which were perfectly normal musings, after all--neither of the Jarvises had an inkling that the Bishops liked to swap partners and indulge in group fucking.
Mark and Maria exchanged glances.
They were not sure yet. They shrugged.
Mark poured more drinks and everyone was starting to get very relaxed by this time. Maria brought the conversation around to a risque film that she had enjoyed and Mark joined in with a comment on blue films. Neither Peter nor Annabelle were shocked by this talk and the Bishops became encouraged, mentioning that they had lived together before they were married and that both had had previous lovers. They talked amusingly of outdated morality. Peter was inspired to tell an off-color joke and Annabelle laughed more than the humor of the punch line seemed to warrant, especially since she'd heard it before.
Maria took Annabelle into the bedroom to show her a new dress she had bought.
As soon as they left the room, Mark said: "Gee, your wife sure is a gorgeous girl, Peter."
"Why, so is Maria," Peter said, returning the compliment.
"Ever thought about--wife swapping with another couple?"
Peter had not expected that and he blinked in surprise.
"Just in theory, I mean," Mark hastily added.
"Well, no-- can't say I have."
Mark shrugged casually.
"I just wondered," he said. "None of my business."
But he had Peter's attention now.
"Have you?" Peter inquired.
Mark was not at all ashamed of it, of course, but he forced himself to look a bit embarrassed.
"Yes, actually," he muttered.
Peter's eyebrows shot up.
"Thought about it--or tried it?" he asked.
Mark glanced towards the bedroom door, as if he were afraid that Maria might overhear him.
"We've tried it once or twice," he admitted.
The two men exchanged confidential winks.
Peter was intrigued. Mark's wife was really a lovely young lady. The couples they swapped with were mighty lucky, Peter thought. Then he began to wonder what he thought about the idea, himself. He would have loved to fuck Maria, of course. But would it be worth it? Wouldn't he feel too jealous of Annabelle to enjoy it?
Mark correctly read Peter's doubts.
He leaned closer, looking sly. "I know that some men don't want to swap because they don't like the idea of sharing their own wives--but I never felt that way. In fact, if Maria meets a man she wants, I don't mind if she goes to bed with him, even if he doesn't have a girl to exchange. I'm sort of kinky that way."
He gave Peter a meaningful look.
Did Mark mean what Peter thought he meant?
Then Mark said: "I think my wife kind of likes you, in fact, Pete--if you know what I mean."
Peter began to feel excited.
"And you don't mind, Mark?"
"Not at all. It turns me on."
"I--I never--"
"Maybe you should come over sometime-- without Annabelle," said Mark, significantly. "We might have some fun."
"I'd like that," Peter croaked.
The groundwork had been laid.
Well, half of it had been laid.
Mark refilled Peter's glass and they stood by the fireplace, exchanging speculative glances while, in the bedroom, unknown to Peter but surmised by Mark, Maria was laying the other half of the groundwork...
"Don't you get restless, sometimes, at home alone while your husband is working?" Maria asked.
"Oh, sure," Annabelle said.
"So do I. Horny, too."
Annabelle looked startled, then began to giggle at the unabashed and brazen confession. "Me, too," she admitted.
Maria lowered her voice and asked: "Don't you ever think about finding a boyfriend? A lover?"
Annabelle blushed.
She felt guilty, thinking of the two times when she had, in fact, committed adultery-- once by chance and once by preconceived plan. But this blonde woman was obviously not the sort who would be scandalized by such behavior. And Annabelle was starting to feel the drinks.
She whispered: "I have--twice."
"Have you? I have, too."
"It's not really wicked, is it?"
"What they don't know won't hurt them," said Maria--although in her case, Mark not only knew about the fucking, but had watched it--and it had not hurt him at all.
"Oh, we are naughty!" Annabelle giggled.
Now Maria was looking at her more seriously- "Maybe, sometime, when we're both bored and restless, we could go out together, huh?" she suggested.
"Get picked up, you mean?"
"Maybe."
"I'm not sure. I'm not really promiscuous, Maria."
"Well, maybe we could just--you know-- fool around some together, in that case?" Maria said, smiling mysteriously.
Annabelle frowned.
It took her a few moments to figure out what Maria meant.
Then she bushed much deeper than before.
"You're not--you can't be--" she stammered.
Maria shook her head.
"Oh, I'm not a lesbian," she said.
"I--I thought--" Annabelle was flustered and uncertain.
"You don't have to be a dyke to fool around a little," Maria explained. "Gee, I don't even like lesbians. They always want to fall in love and have emotional attachments and they get jealous--they're creeps. But I don't mind fooling around with a sexy woman."
Annabelle stared at her, confused by what was obviously a subtle difference of definition, if not behavior.
"Have you--many times?" she asked.
"A few times. It's fun."
"But--if you aren't a lesbian--what do you do?"
Maria grinned impishly.
"Oh, I do the exact same things that a lesbian would do. The difference is in the way you think about it, not what you do in bed."
She paused, displaying a really wicked smile. "The difference is in the mind, honey, not in the tongue!"
Annabelle gave a little gasp.
"I guess I've shocked you," Maria said. "Well--surprised me, certainly."
"I'm sorry I mentioned it."
"Oh, don't be. I--I'm rather fascinated by the idea, to tell you the truth. I've never thought about things like that before. But the way you talk about it, it sounds so natural... "
"Interested, then?" Maria asked, arching her brows.
"I--I'll have to think about it."
"Okay," said the blonde.
They lingered for a moment.
Then Maria said: "We better get back to the men, before they start wondering what we've been talking about, huh?"
They returned to the front room.
Mark and Peter, who had been holding a whispered conversation and grinning, fell silent.
Things had been set in motion on two levels...
And on the level above the bedroom, teenaged Catherine lay belly down on the floorboards, in total shock.
Sure enough, the trap door there had opened down into the bedroom. The little nymph had been waiting there for some time, casually stroking her pussy and trying to overhear the conversation from the front room. She hadn't expected to hear anything titillating, actually--but she was anxious to hear the party break up, hoping that as soon as Peter and Annabelle had left, Mark and Maria might decide to have a fuck.
Then the two women had come in and looked at a dress--and Maria had made that thrilling suggestion!
And Catherine's mother had not refused!
She hadn't exactly agreed, but she hadn't said no, either.
Only a short time ago, Catherine had discovered that her mother was a cock-sucker and now the oversexed little virgin was thrilled to find out that maybe, just maybe, her mother might be willing to fuck with the girl next door! Catherine had been thinking a bit about that, herself, in her fantasies while she finger-fucked herself, wanting to get sucked and not much caring if the cunt-sucker were a man or a woman, and so this new discovery thrilled her.
It was shocking to think of her mother making love to a girl, of course--but, shocking or not, Catherine hoped very much that it was going to happen.
Catherine was damned well going to be perched at the trap door, watching, if any fucking took place.
Then the party broke up.
With the groundwork laid, Mark and Maria didn't think it wise to press it any further at the moment, and both were eager to find out how things had gone when they were in different rooms with their guests.
Very shortly, Catherine was going to have so much watching to do that she would be going back and forth like a yo-yo through the attic...
CHAPTER SIX
As they parted at the front door, Mark gave Peter a conspiratorial wink and Maria smiled meaningfully at Annabelle. Both Peter and Annabelle were having exciting expectations--nothing concrete yet--but there were definite possibilities flitting around in their minds.
Although they lived in the same house, there was no direct passage between the units now. The Jarvises came out on Elm Street.
Annabelle took Peter's arm as they stepped out. They walked to the corner, slowly. Both turned back to wave, in ease the Bishops were standing in the doorway, but Mark and Maria had gone back into the house. Peter and Annabelle turned at the corner, onto Stone Street. They began to walk faster now, at a determined pace. She still clung to his arm and her hip was brushing against his with every stride. She leaned closer so that the outer curve of her plump tit flattened on his arm.
They were almost running when they turned once again into the same house, but now it was their own home, on Stone Street--and they were eager to get to the privacy of that home.
They wanted to fuck.
Each knew that the other was horny, by some tacit understanding between them, some shared sexual sixth sense.
Peter had no idea that Annabelle was horny because Maria had propositioned her, of course, and Annabelle didn't know what Peter was randy because Mark had made a tentative offer concerning Maria.
Nor did reasons matter.
Both horny, they hurried home.
They hoped that Catherine was still out of the house, because they had an idea that this was going to be a loud and energetic fuck.
And Catherine was still out of the house, too--if they didn't count the attic...
As soon as he had closed the door behind the departing guests, Mark turned to his sexy blonde wife and lifted his eyebrows.
"I think so," she said.
"What did you suggest?"
They moved back down the hall as they spoke.
"Oh, just that she and I get together, while you and Peter are working--for starters," Maria said. "I don't think she's ever made it with a woman. She seemed surprised when I suggested it, and she said she'd never thought about trying it--but she was definitely interested."
Mark nodded approvingly.
They crossed the living room.
They went right into the bedroom, automatically. Like the Jarvises, they had both become horny as could be and were mutually eager to fuck, inspired by the potential excitement they were anticipating with the other couple.
Going into the bedroom, of course, brought them under the rapt and intrigued attention of naughty little Catherine, who was still peering down through the partially open trap door, looking and listening and hoping desperately to see some action.
"What about him?" asked Maria.
Mark was unfastening his necktie.
He grinned. "Well, I just sort of hinted that you liked him--and that I didn't mind. He got the idea, no doubt of that, and he liked it. You won't have any trouble getting him in the sack, if you can get him alone. I don't know if they're ready to share, yet--it's a new idea for them. But once we fuck them separately, it'll work out."
This was spicy stuff for Catherine's ears.
Lord! What sort of depraved perverts were those Bishops? The woman not only wanted to go to bed with Catherine's mother, but she intended to fuck her father, as well!
Oh, would there be things to see!
And it looked as if there was going to be a thing to see very soon, for Mark and Maria were both undressing, and it was much too early for going to bed merely to sleep.
Maria pulled her low-cut dress over her head.
Mark removed his jacket and shirt.
They were looking at each other as they stripped, as if even the mild voyeurism of undressing thrilled them.
Maria tugged her panties down, squirming her pelvis as she did so. She tossed her panties on the floor. They fluttered to the carpet like a butterfly with damp wings--and Catherine saw that the crotchband of those panties was soaking wet. Ribbons of cunt juice were running down the blonde woman's lean, smooth thighs. Catherine was fascinated by the sight. She had seen cunts before, certainly, but she had never seen one--other than her own cunt, in the mirror--in such a juicy state.
Was her mother really going to play with that cunt?
Would she--oooh!--suck that pussy?
Catherine found that her mouth had started to water as she gazed at that hairy, soaking cunt.
Then Mark dropped his trousers and tugged his shorts down, and Catherine's eyes focused on his prick.
It was as big as her daddy's cock, and as hard. Mark's prick loomed up before his flat belly, the end extending past his navel, and the cock-knob was wet with pre-cum.
She was already salivating at the sight of Maria's pussy. Now the frenzied girl began to drool and slobber with longing for a mouthful of that cockmeat, a taste of that hot prick.
Oh, hurry, she silently willed them, wanting desperately to see them fucking, to watch that spectacular prick couple with that hot, flooded pussy and squirt the thick spunk into Maria.
But Catherine had to wait awhile for that.
In the meanwhile, she got to watch something else.
And the sight was so rare and bizarre and wonderful that the horny teenager didn't mind waiting at all...
Even when Mark and Maria were alone together, they still appreciated the subtle pleasures of voyeurism and exhibitionism.
Maria was well suited for such a solo performance.
The horny blonde had not studied ballet and yoga for nothing.
Now, naked, she moved to the bed.
Mark started to follow, his cock out before him like a lance and his balls swollen.
But as she came to the side of the bed, Maria turned and said: "Wait, honey--watch me."
Mark's excitement showed in his eyes.
Beads of perspiration dotted his brow, he licked his lips and his cock started to throb. He grinned. He knew what Maria was going to do. It was a thing she had showed him, the first time, when they had started going steady--and it was one of the most exciting performances the man had ever had the pleasure of witnessing. He drew a chair out from Maria's vanity table and straddled it backwards. His cock rose up so high that the flaring crown was elevating above the back of the delicate chair, almost touching his jaw so that he was peering at her over the head of his cock as if it were a surveyor's instrument, lining up the angles of her naked body.
Maria curled gracefully onto the bed.
She sat with her knees up, looking at Mark between her legs--watching him watch her with a shared thrill. Her thighs were parted and her pussy was foaming with the oils of passion. She ran her hand lightly up the inside of her thigh and flicked her fingers across her tingling clit. She shuddered spasmodically.
Mark's prick ballooned.
Catherine, for the moment, she was slightly disappointed.
It was better to watch a woman finger-fuck herself than nothing, but she wanted them to get on with the real fucking.
But then, grinning wickedly, Maria dropped back on the bed and heaved her limber haunches up. Her legs rose and her feet bicycled in the air, then descended behind her head.
Catherine gasped in the attic. Now she realized what this naughty blonde intended to do, and the very thought was electrifying in its depravity.
Maria was bent double, her knees beside her head--and her face positioned right in her own crotch!
Oh! The lucky girl!
Catherine vowed, on the spot, to begin taking yoga lessons.
The girl's eyes were glued on Maria's wet pussy as if her gaze were stuck there by the sticky cunt juice. Mark was looking on from his chair with equal intensity.
Maria's face, flushed and smiling, looking out at her husband from her dripping crotch. Her chin was already resting in her hairy groin. Her pink tongue licked slowly, snake-like, back and forth across her parted lips.
"Watch me, honey," she whispered.
Mark needed no such command.
Maria tilted her face down to her pussy.
She began lapping her own cunt.
Her hot tongue glided up the parted cunt lips and slipped up the juicy fuck hole and laved at her throbbing clit. Catherine could hear the slurping sounds she was making. Maria was purring into her juicy cunt like a cat into a bowl of cream. Her hands came up, gliding over her upturned ass, and she spread her cunt lips wide open with her fingertips, so that she could stab her tongue up the gaping cunt slot with a fucking motion. Her pelvis rippled and churned. The cheeks of her ass were stretched tautly and parted, exposing the tight brown bud of her asshole.
She had been using only her tongue, at first. Now she began to suck, as well, clamping her lips to her open pussy slot and slurping the cunt juice out. Her whole face was lathered with the frothy pussy nectar and her throat bobbed as she swallowed a mouthful of the tasty stuff.
Catherine could see that Maria was an expert cunt-sucker.
What a treat there was in store for Annabelle!
Catherine wished that she could suck her own pussy, like Maria--she even wished that Maria would suck her. The scene was so fascinating that the girl could not spare so much as a quick glance at Mark's huge prick--as lovely as that big fuck tool was. Catherine cupped her pussy with both hands, not rubbing, but simply holding herself between the legs as if trying to keep the thrill contained in her cunt.
Maria's pretty blonde head bobbed up and down as she mouthed her own pussy hungrily.
Mark's chair scraped as he scooted closer.
The man could wait no longer. So much blood had rushed into the building of his towering hard-on that his vision was blurring and he was getting light-headed.
He crossed the room, seemingly staggering under the weight of his bloated cock and swollen balls. He came into Catherine's sight, cock first, as he knelt on the bed. Maria welcomed him with a smile, but continued to suck her cunt. Mark clamped his hands on her thighs. His cock slapped against her upthrust ass. Maria's open mouth was covering her whole cunt now, her lips turned outwards, stuck to her pussy like a limpet to a wet rock.
How was he going to get his cock into her cunt, when her mouth was in the way? Catherine thought it was an intriguing question.
The horny but innocent young girl could not work out the logistics of Mark's approach in her mind.
But Maria understood.
They had done this before and, as they both agreed, variety was the spice of life.
Mark's hands flattened on her bottom and he spread the cheeks of her ass wide apart, exposing her asshole. He leaned down and pushed his tongue out, licking up the crack of her ass and then stabbing right into her brown bud, lubricating her asshole.
They were face to face now, Maria sucking her cunt and Mark rimming her asshole. They grinned at each other. They paused to kiss, lightly, tongues swapping back and forth. Then Mark rose up and wrapped a fist around the root of his prick and guided the cock tip into his wife's asshole.
Now Catherine understood.
Depraved as her fantasies were, the virgin teenager had never even thought of taking a cock up the ass!
She saw that she had a lot to learn.
And that she would learn it by seeing.
Mark's cockhead was lodged in Maria's tight asshole, but he hadn't started to penetrate yet.
Maria, her words muffled on her own hairy cunt, said: "This is how I'm going to suck Annabelle, darling." And she demonstrated with a lavish use of her tongue and lips. "Oh, I'm so looking forward to eating her lovely pussy! I do love sucking cunt!"
Her words, as they were designed to do, excited Mark as much as the sight of what she was doing, for he got turned on aurally as well as visually. His cock expanded like an inhaling lung. He switched his grip back to her upturned thighs and began to wedge his fat fucker up into her tight shit chute.
There was snug resistance, at first.
Then her sphincter muscle relaxed and her asshole parted and the fat slab of his purple cockhead slipped into her ass. That was the broadest part of his prick. It forged a passage and the long, thick cockshaft fucked easily in its wake.
Inch by inch he fucked in, prying and levering with his cock, until his prick was buried to the base in her asshole and his swollen balls were jammed tightly to her ass cheeks. He held the full penetration for a moment, enjoying the thrill of having every millimeter of his cock meat encased in that tight asshole and letting Maria savor the pleasure of having her ass full of rock-hard prickmeat.
He pulled slowly out until only the head of his cock remained stuck up her ass.
Then he fucked in again, his ass corkscrewing as he fucked his long, hard prick up her ass.
He began to fuck the cock meat to her furiously.
Maria was moaning and whimpering with the joy of it, still sucking and tonguing her cunt and clit as she thrust her hips and churned her ass and gyrated in a dance of passion under his fuck-lunges. She could feel his massive prick spreading her asshole. The bloated cockhead was surging into her ass guts like a hot lump of iron. When she fucked her tongue up her cunt, she could feel his cock sliding back and forth on the other side of the slender membrane that divided her two fuck channels.
She began to come.
Wanting him to share the thrill of a simultaneous orgasm, she began to cry out. "Shoot! Shoot up my asshole, Mark! Squirt that thick, hot cum into me!"
Mark groaned and fucked her ass savagely.
The whole bed was rocking perilously under the force of his fuck-thrusts as he slammed down into her asshole. Maria had started to vibrate through her whole body, feeling as if she were going to come apart with the frenzy of her sensations, as if her whole body were going to magically dissolve into cunt juice and pour out of her pussy, leaving her an empty bag of skin collapsed on the bed.
"Come! Come! Come!" she wailed.
The steaming fuck juice gushed from her pussy. She sucked the precious stuff up and drank it down voraciously.
Mark howled like a beast in torment.
As he plunged in, fucking the prick to her, her asshole was sucking and pulling and wringing on his cockmeat. His balls expanded to the bursting point. He fucked in to the balls and his cum spurted out, soaking her hot bowels with a creamy flood. Spurt after spurt of jism poured out. Maria wailed when she felt his cum rushing into her ass. She peaked yet again, coming heavily and sucking it up.
He kept fucking until his balls were drained and his cock emptied. Then he slowed and stopped.
Maria lapped away from fuck slot to clit, working off the final spasms of her own creamy coming.
He drew his soiled prick out of her asshole.
His cock popped from her ass like a cork from a bottle, the long, fat prick still semi- hard and bobbing up and down. Grinning, he pushed the knob of his cock up into her hairy crotch. Maria lifted her head and opened her mouth and took his cockhead into her lips, sucking it clean. Her knees rose and her legs came down from the inverted position. She fed the length of his prick into her maw and polished it through every inch. When he drew his fucker out of her mouth, it was glistening.
Maria lay back, a contented smile on her face.
Mark stretched out beside her...
It was apparent to Catherine that, exhausted for the moment, they intended to rest for a while before they carried on with their fucking. She hoped it wouldn't take long before their passions were renewed, and she settled down to wait, resisting the urge to frig herself off because she wanted to still be hot and horny when she watched them fuck again.
Watching was always fun, but it was more thrilling when she was feeling really randy, herself.
Then another idea occurred to Catherine.
She had at least a few minutes to kill.
Had her mother and father been inspired by the conversation at the party, the way Mark and Maria had?
The girl began to crawl back towards the other trap door to have a look--and she wasn't disappointed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
As they hurried home, both Annabelle and Peter were thinking about what had happened and--more to the point--what might be happening in the near future. Peter had been astonished by Mark's attitude. Never having encountered such a liberal attitude before, he couldn't comprehend how Mark's mind worked.
Why didn't Mark care if his wife fucked with other men? Wasn't he jealous? It obviously wasn't that there was nothing he could do about it and that he was enduring the situation as graciously as he could--because he had seemed to relish the idea. Was he some kind of deviate? A pervert? Would he maybe want to watch when--and if--Peter fucked Maria? Those were disturbing ideas for Peter. He didn't know what he thought of the idea or if he would mind having her husband watch while he fucked her. He guessed it might make him nervous. Might it even make him impotent? Christ, how could he fuck a girl when her husband was looking over his shoulder?
Still, Maria was so desirable--how could he refuse the offer?
As long as Annabelle didn't find out, he thought.
Peter had no intention of letting his luscious wife get involved in any sort of sex club, none at all...
Annabelle was having her own exciting thoughts.
She had been surprised, but not disgusted, by Maria's suggestions. Annabelle had sometimes wondered what it would be like to go to bed with a lesbian. She was merely curious about it, but still it was an erotically exciting idea. Women's bodies were soft and smooth and attractive and she had figured it might be--well, interesting. But she had never before realized that two women who were basically normal might fuck together. She had always imagined herself getting picked up by a confirmed lesbian and lying back, naked and passive, while the woman made love to her-- and made her come. Sometimes she thought of just getting stroked and finger-fucked, sometimes of having a dyke use a dildo on her pussy, but mostly of getting eaten out by an enthusiastic cunt-lapper. She had never thought of doing anything herself, other than to just lie back and spread her legs and enjoy it.
She had an idea that it might be different with Maria.
If Maria was not a true lesbian, but only fooled around for the physical sensation of it, then wouldn't she expect Annabelle to return whatever favors she granted her? If she licked Annabelle's cunt, surely she would want her own cunt sucked, too.
And what did Annabelle think of that?
Letting a woman suck her pussy was one thing.
Doing the sucking, herself, was quite another.
The very thought made her blush.
But it made her flush with a dark desire, as well.
The idea of tonguing a hot, juicy cunt was far from repulsive--on the contrary, her taste buds were tingling and her mouth was watering at the thought of it. She wasn't at all sure if she could ever bring herself to do such a thing, but the idea was certainly inspiring.
And so it was that, returning home, both Peter and Annabelle were ready for some more fucking, and for much the same reasons...
"Cathy?" Annabelle called when they entered.
There was no reply.
Turning to Peter with a lascivious smile, she said: "I guess we have the house to ourselves, honey."
"Let's finish fucking," he said bluntly.
"What a good idea!" she cried.
They were both pretending that they were still randy from their sweet but hasty fuck earlier that day, neither wanting the other to know that there had been a new reason for such fuck-lust.
They went up the stairs, Annabelle first, Peter just behind her with his hand on her ass.
She was wondering what it would feel like to have Maria's hand on her ass like that.
Peter was pretending that it was Maria's ass.
But these were secret fantasies.
Sharing the lust, they did not share the reasons for it.
In the bedroom--under the trap door to which neither of them paid any attention-- they undressed. Annabelle left her garter belt and stockings on, as was usual for an afternoon fuck session. They were taking their time about it.
On the other side of the partitioning wall, Mark and Maria were already naked. Maria had started her solo performance--and Catherine was watching it, entranced.
Annabelle stretched out on the bed.
Peter lay beside her, his cock pressed into her soft flank. He began running his hands all over her belly, tits and thighs. He leaned over her and slurped a stiff nipple into his lips, sucking adoringly on the fleshy nugget. He switched to the other tit. Annabelle cradled his head in her hands, holding him to her and arching her back as she pushed her tits into his face.
Will Maria suck my tits? she was wondering.
Are Maria's nipples this big and hard? Peter mused.
He slid a hand up her inner leg and began to rub her smoldering groin with his palm, working the heel of his hand against the fiery brand of her aroused clit and slipping his fingers along her open cunt gash. Annabelle began to squirm and whimper at this gentle foreplay. She reached down to take his cock into her hand, jacking his prick slowly but with an irregular rhythm that would not make him come.
She didn't want to waste his cum-load on her hand.
The stuff was too precious to milk out by hand.
She loved to feel his jism hose her cunt and she loved to drink it. A few drops of cum were bubbling from his cleft now and smearing her belly, where his cockhead lay, but it was only a preliminary flow. Annabelle worked her thumb against the sensitive spot where the fat ventral vein blended into the underside of his cockhead, massaging him and causing his prick to pulse in her grip. She brought her hand to her lips and licked the silvery mist from her fingers, then grasped his cock again.
Peter continued to mouth her nipples and suck her tits. His hand was on her pussy. They had both begun to tremble now and, as nice as this foreplay was, they knew they had better get on with the fucking proper before, by mistake, they wound up giving each other hand-jobs.
On the other side of the house, Mark Bishop was fucking his fat cock up his wife's asshole while she tongued merrily away on her own flooded pussy, her head clamped between her legs.
Like the Bishops, the Jarvises enjoyed variety.
"Fuck me, now," Annabelle urged, her voice husky.
Peter lifted his head from her tits.
"Let's do it doggy-style," she suggested.
He grinned in agreement.
Annabelle rolled over and drew her knees up under her. Her ass tilted up, her thighs packed like shot in the straps of her elastic garter belt. She lowered her head to the pillow so that her ass was at the apex of her kneeling form.
Peter knelt behind her.
If Peter had known what Mark was doing to Maria, at that very moment, he might well have changed the angle of his approach and stuffed his prick up Annabelle's asshole. But they were not as adventurous as the Bishops, and Annabelle--although she had wondered what it might feel like--had never been buggered. She wouldn't have minded, in fact, if Peter had suggested it, but she didn't want to bring such a sordid subject up, herself, thinking it rather indelicate. Peter, too, had thought about fucking her ass and would have liked to try it, but he didn't realize that Annabelle would be willing. Thus, she was virgin up the ass and, as he pushed his prick toward her from behind, he aimed at her cunt.
The fat cock-knob churned in her pussy slot.
If they had been listening, they might have heard Maria cry out with ecstasy at that very moment, for she had just felt Mark's hot jism splash into her ass guts.
If they had listened even harder, they might well have heard a little whimper of vicarious joy from the attic.
But Peter and Annabelle were listening only to the drumming beat of their own fuck-lust.
He began to fuck his prick up her slippery cunt gash, pushing in an inch at a time, enjoying the first slow, rippling stroke. Annabelle pushed her ass and groin back to meet his prick as it fucked in.
Catherine came crawling through the attic and arrived above their heads just in time to see her daddy bury his cock up her mother's foaming pussy to the hilt, his bloated balls hanging down in her crotch as she knelt submissively before him. Coupled animal fashion, they began to fuck with animal abandon.
Catherine was delighted to find that she had yet another visual treat in store for her. She peered through the slit, wondering if her mom and dad were ass-fucking, too, for in that position it was hard to tell. But then she saw her mother's asshole, vacant between her grinding ass cheeks, and she saw her father's fat cock fucking in and out of the juicy cunt gash below. Peter's hands were clamped on Annabelle's hipbones, holding her by the handles of love. He dragged her pelvis back to him as he lunged, pulling her cunt onto his cock like a tight-fitting boot onto a foot. Cunt juice was pouring down Annabelle's crotch and dripping onto the bed. Streamers of the milky fluid traced the inner slopes of her thighs and his balls were frothy with the fuck cream. His big prick ground in relentlessly. His swollen balls swung in and out.
Catherine held her breath.
She could hear both of them panting and, softer but definite, she could hear the hot, hissing sound that his cock was making as it fucked up her steaming pussy. It sounded like a white hot crowbar being dipped into a blacksmith's tub, boiling her cunt juices.
Without even realizing that she was doing it, the horny teenager had assumed the same position her mother was in. She drew her knees under her and hiked her ass high into the air, while her head was lowered to the crack through which she was staring. Her haunches rippled and her hips rotated and her belly pumped, just as if she, too, were being fucked full of cock from behind. She had one hand cupped over her pussy mound, the fingers trailing up into her crotch, working steadily on the turbulent bud of her fiery clit.
Below, the horny pair were fucking frantically together. Peter jolted in dog-style and Annabelle met his fuck-thrusts, as hot as any bitch in heat. She was whimpering steadily and every few moments the sound was punctuated by a gasp or a moan as a thrill sparked in her pussy. Peter groaned and grunted, heaved and plunged. Her ass went up and down, tossed about on his prick as he stuffed her cunt to the depths.
"Coming!" Annabelle wailed.
Peter came with her.
His spunk blew out with such tremendous force that, had he not been gripping her tightly by the hipbones, he would have blasted her right off the end of his prick.
He hauled her back, jetting a second foaming geyser of cum up into her melting pussy as she dissolved with the thrill of the fucking.
Annabelle cried out with the joy of it.
In the attic, Catherine cried out, too, as her cunt creamed on her hand. The sound she made was masked by her mother's wild cries. The girl's palm filled up with thick cunt juice. The sticky stuff dripped down her fingers and sloshed over the edges of her hand. A creamy ribbon of pussy cream trickled down her wrist.
Peter slowed his fucking, his balls emptied.
Annabelle writhed under him for a moment as she worked out her climax to the dregs. Then she slid forward, belly down, her cunt pulling off his cock. Peter grinned and slumped down beside her. Annabelle and Peter were satiated for the moment and they lay side by side, both face down and breathing hard-- and both wondering what adulterous pleasures the next day was going to bring.
Catherine, still rubbing her cunt, lingered at the trap door for a few minutes, hoping they would fuck again.
Then she wondered what was happening next door.
She grinned ruefully at her own insatiable curiosity and passion. Peter and Annabelle might fuck themselves to exhaustion, Mark and Maria might fuck to satiation, but horny little Catherine simply couldn't seem to get enough of her voyeuristic pleasures.
With her hand between her legs, she crawled away from the trap door and moved on down the attic, leaving a glistening trail of cunt juice, like the track of a snail, on the floorboards in her wake.
She got lucky again.
Maria was sitting on Mark's prick.
Taking it up the ass was a treat for Maria, as was licking her own pussy. But despite the versatility of her lust, Maria was basically a heterosexual girl and she always liked to end up a session with a proper cunt-fucking. Mark lay on his back, spread-eagled, as she slowly fucked up and down on his stiff prick.
Catherine arrived above them in time to witness this, and to hear Maria's exciting, stimulating words.
"Oh, I do hope that Annabelle comes over tomorrow," Maria was saying. She was talking erotically mainly to inspire Mark to passion--but what she said was true, nevertheless.
Mark, who always enjoyed being verbally stimulated, grinned up at the blonde and played the game. "Why, darling?" he asked.
"I want to suck her cunt," said Maria.
Mark groaned.
She said it again, slowly, fucking down on his prick with every word, as if to physically manifest the truth of what she said.
"I want to suck her cunt--I want to make her come with my tongue and drink her hot, sweet cunt juice--and sit on her face--and sixty-nine with her--" Her pussy dragged up and sucked down. She was wild with fuck-lust again, grinding away towards another climax.
"And Peter?" Mark rasped.
"Oh, yes! Peter, too!"
"What will you do with Peter?"
"I want to blow him first," Maria whimpered. "I want to suck his big prick and drink his jism!"
Mark began to heave up off the bed, fucking up into her pussy as she pushed down. His hands gripped her small, firm, big-tipped tits as his loins surged under her groin. She began twisting her slender pelvis from side to side, fucking down on his cockshaft, taking every inch of his prickmeat into her pussy.
"Then I want him to fuck me!" she gasped.
Her lips continued to move.
But no further sounds came out except the panting and whimpering of her seething need, for they were both beyond the stage of verbal stimulation now, their mutual joy beginning. Her whole limber body began to vibrate violently as the thrill laced through her cunt, and Mark was whimpering in the grip of his impending orgasm.
His jism rushed straight up into her cunt.
A flood of cunt juice poured down from her crotch, soaking his belly and balls.
They milked each other dry.
Then they, too, were finished for now. They curled up comfortably together and, like Peter and Annabelle, both of them were wondering what treats were in store for them with the neighbors.
So was naughty young Catherine, as once again she finger-fucked her virgin cunt and glowed with anticipation.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Peter had decided what he would do by the time he dressed for work the next morning.
He intended to visit Maria, but he wanted to see her on her own. He didn't like the idea of fucking her right in front of her husband, and he was also afraid that nervousness might hinder his performance if Mark were an observer. So he had decided to go to the office, as usual, but leave early and call on Maria before he came home at the normal hour. That way, he guessed, Mark would be at work, and Annabelle would have no reason to be suspicious.
It was lucky, he thought, that although they lived in the same building, the entrances were on different streets and out of sight of each other. It made it handy to visit sexy Maria secretly. Peter was hoping, even before the first time, that he might get something steady going with Maria. Nothing really serious, but just casual and physical--twice a week, say.
Thinking about it, Peter got a big hard-on as he stood shaving at the mirror.
He eyed his cock thoughtfully. The big purple prick-knob flared and pulsed, angled up from his groin. Annabelle was still in bed and Peter was tempted to go back for a quick fuck. But then he decided against it. He would save a nice hot load of cum up for Maria.
Peter left for the office.
He still had an obvious hard-on when he got there and his secretary gave him a surprised look--followed by a meaningful smile, as if to imply that she was willing to sit on his lap and take some dick-tation. She was a good-looking woman with a nice ass, too, and again Peter was tempted--and again he resisted the impulse. Maria was what he wanted and he intended to do a good job of it, throwing a memorable fuck into her so that she would want to see him again.
He began to work hard and fast so that he would not feel guilty about leaving a couple of hours early.
Through the work, his prick stayed hard, too.
* * *
Annabelle had remained in bed until Peter left for the office. Usually she was an early riser but today she lingered under the sheets, rubbing her pussy and fingering her clit.
She was thinking about Maria Bishop.
Should she really go over to see the blonde? Would it be as much fun, in fact, as it seemed, in theory? Or would she maybe feel disgusted with herself once it had begun?
Yet she could not deny her desires.
She continued to fondle her pussy, but each time she felt the thrill of an orgasm starting to build up in her crotch, she stopped caressing herself long enough for her cunt to cool down.
If she was going to visit Maria, she didn't want to give herself a hand-job to a climax, because she wanted to go over hot and horny and ready to come. If she decided not to go, there would be time enough to frig herself off. But she didn't want a self-induced orgasm to make that decision for her. If she came, she probably would not feel like going over and, at the moment, she wanted to, but had her doubts.
It was a hard thing for a normal woman to make up her mind about.
Annabelle decided to leave it to the fates.
It was summer vacation and Catherine wouldn't be going to school. Annabelle decided that if Catherine stayed home, Annabelle would finger-fuck her cunt to a climax and forget about Maria--and if Catherine went out, she would go to see the horny blonde.
That, she thought, was the fairest way to decide, taking the matter--as well as her cunt --out of her own hands...
But naughty little Catherine was having no difficulty whatsoever in deciding what she wanted to do.
Finding her mother still in bed--with her hands suspiciously under the covers-- Catherine announced that she was going to the park and would probably be gone all morning. She did not fail to notice how her mother's eyes lit up at the statement. Then Catherine hurried back to her own room, placed a chair under the trap door and clambered up into the attic. She had high expectations...
Mark left for work at about the same time that Peter did, and he made a point of calling good-bye to Maria from the sidewalk and lingering there for a few moments while he lit a cigarette, just in case Peter or Annabelle were watching. He wanted them to know that Maria was home alone. Then he strolled off. But he didn't go to work. He stopped at the nearest bar and drank a beer and phoned in to let the office know he would not be in that morning.
He told them that he had a fever--and that was near enough to the truth, for his cock was flushed and hot.
Mark and Maria had arranged a signaling system.
If Annabelle called, Maria would draw one blind.
If Peter called, two blinds would be down.
Mark didn't care which of the Jarvises were first to fuck Maria, and he hoped that, in time, they both would. It mattered little to Mark if Maria fucked with a man or a woman--as long as he could watch. He had another beer and waited patiently, regarding the barmaid's tits and sporting a throbbing hard-on that towered up so high in his pants that, each time he drank, he bumped his elbow on his prick- knob.
* * *
Maria, as hopeful as everyone else involved, did not bother to get dressed that morning. She pulled on a semi-transparent negligee and poured herself a cup of coffee and waited in the front room. She rubbed her cunt a bit, more out of habit than anything else, to begin with. Then it started to feel pretty good and she opened the negligee and gazed down at her hairy pussy and wondered if she should suck herself off.
In this matter, Maria's indecision was exactly the same as Annabelle's. Maria didn't want to make herself come if there was a chance that either Annabelle or Peter might come over and do the job for her. Nor did she want to dampen her tingling hunger for pussy, satisfying her appetite on her own cunt juice, in case she might get the chance to gobble luscious Annabelle's pussy, instead. Still, she was awfully hot.
She spread her cuntlips open and gazed at the delicious-looking pink flesh of her fuck hole, streaked with creamy ribbons of cunt juice.
If the doorbell doesn't ring in one minute, she determined, I'm simply going to have to give myself some head.
The doorbell rang!
Annabelle, flushed and slightly embarrassed, stood on the doorstep. She was wearing tight slacks and a silk blouse. The fact that she wore no bra was evident because her nipples were standing out in sharp peaks against the smooth silk. Her tight slacks were dragged into a taut vee between her legs.
Maria, smiling delightedly, opened the door wide.
As she did so, her negligee opened wide, as well, and her smooth, willowy body was fully bared to Annabelle's gaze.
"You came!" Maria said, showing her pleasure.
But not the way you're going to come, she thought. And her tongue rippled in anticipation.
Annabelle could not help but stare at the blonde's gorgeous, vibrant body. Maria arched, pushing her tits out, displaying her nakedness without a shred of modesty.
Annabelle still wasn't sure if she wanted to go through with it, but the sight of Maria's lovely tits and bushy cunt was making her tingle all over with desire. 'Tearing her eyes away, she moved past the blonde, into the hallway.
"I'm so glad you decided to come," Maria said.
Annabelle turned to face her again.
"I--I'm not sure that I want to do anything," she stammered.
Their eyes locked.
Maria grinned wickedly.
"Yes you are," said Maria.
And Annabelle blushed deeply. Yes, she was sure.
Maria knew now that she needn't worry. Things were going to turn out just fine. But she still didn't think it would be wise to rush matters with a woman who had no previous experience with other women.
Annabelle was willing and eager, no doubt about it. Her desire could be read in her face, defined by the attitude of her body, revealed by her demeanor. But still, Maria knew, any sudden moves might change her mind. If Maria were to simply and suddenly pounce on Annabelle's pussy and commence to gobble it, Annabelle might well be too shocked to enjoy it. A girl had to be discreet, sort of sneaking up on a pussy before sucking it.
Therefore, instead of leading Annabelle directly to the bedroom, Maria took her into the living room, where the Jarvises had been entertained the day before. Annabelle sat down on the couch, her hands nervously clasped together. She felt like a schoolgirl on her first date and the idea was so absurd that she giggled. Maria brought the coffee pot and another cup in, playing the casual hostess. She sat on the couch beside Annabelle, but not too close--to begin with.
Just like any friendly neighbors, the two horny housewives began to chat. The conversation was casual. Annabelle began to wonder if it had all been a game, a joke. Maybe Maria had just been teasing her. That possibility was most disturbing, and on two levels. It distressed her to think that maybe she wasn't going to find out about lesbian love, after all, and it mortified her to think that maybe Maria hadn't been serious and that she had come rushing over, hot and horny, making a fool of herself. If Maria didn't intend to do anything, that meant that Annabelle was the pervert, some sort of closet dyke.
As she considered these disturbing concepts, the cup rattled against the saucer in her hands. She began to fidget and squirm in embarrassed discomfort. How could she get out of this situation? Could she pretend that she, too, had only been fooling?
But then Maria slid a bit closer on the couch.
Not too close, yet--but close enough so that Annabelle realized that her fears had been groundless.
Whatever it was that two women did to each other when they fucked, Annabelle was ready for it.
She began to relax.
Maria moved closer. She had already finished her coffee and put the cup down beside the couch.
Now Annabelle put her cup down, too, not yet emptied.
They looked into each other's eyes.
"Yes," whispered Annabelle...
Perched above the trap door in the bedroom, Catherine was suffering agonies of suspense. She could hear the soft murmur of conversation from the other room, but she could not make out the words, nor could she see what was going on. How frustrating it was for the voyeuristically inclined nymphette! What was happening there, out of her eager sight? What if they decided to do it--whatever it was they did--in the front room, instead of in the bedroom? The thought was unbearable. To know that Annabelle and Maria were making love just out of her sight was maddening.
The sex-crazed teenager went so far as to wonder if she dared crawl down through the trap door into the bedroom and peer around the corner of the door. But she was afraid that she might be discovered. She had already started to play with her pussy in expectation. Now she wondered if she should frig herself off and relieve the terrible urgency of her lust, or wait and hope to see some fucking.
The murmur of conversation changed subtly.
Catherine heard a soft moan.
Oh my God! she thought. They're doing something! Why, oh, why don't they use the bedroom?
Maybe they would, though. Maybe they were just fooling around, getting worked up. That seemed logical. Normal women--and her mom just had to be normal--probably didn't just jump on each other and start lapping cunt without a few preliminaries.
With nipples like bullets and a pussy like a swamp, Catherine held her breath and waited hopefully...
They had kissed.
It was only a light kiss, more affectionate than passionate, and yet the soft caress had started Annabelle trembling through the fibers of her heated body. When Maria stood up and moved away, Annabelle gasped. She was ready, she wanted it. Why had the blonde left her? But Maria only went to the window and pulled the blind down. Not knowing that such a signal had been arranged, Annabelle figured that Maria wanted to make the lighting more romantic. How thoughtful of her, how endearing!
Then Maria came back to the couch and, as she did so, she slipped out of the sexy negligee and, naked, curled up next to Annabelle. They kissed again, and this time they ground their mouths together in hot desire. Maria's nimble tongue pressed out, licking Annabelle's sensual lips and then pushing into her mouth. Annabelle sucked on it. Annabelle's tongue began to entwine with Maria's. They were panting into each other's mouths.
Annabelle had intended to let Maria make no all the first moves, to let the blonde seduce her.
But now Annabelle, unable to resist the urge, moved her hand onto Maria's small, firm tit and began to caress her. She massaged the tit mound and pulled at the stiff nipple.
Tits are lovely, she thought. She wondered how on earth she had ever gone so long without at least feeling a girl up. She began running her hands all over Maria's willowy torso, then stroking up her lean, smooth thighs.
She didn't dare touch her cunt--yet.
Maria writhed under Annabelle's caress. She drew back slightly and began to unbutton Annabelle's silk blouse. Annabelle's plump tits loomed out, the nipples standing in taut nuggets.
Dipping her head down, Maria sucked on those stiff tit tips, switching back and forth between them. Her tongue circled and swept up the tit globes and lapped at the tips, then slurped up the smooth cleft of Annabelle's deep, soft cleavage.
"Ummm," Maria purred.
She drew back.
Annabelle ducked down and mouthed the blonde's tits in turn, tonguing and sucking with enthusiasm.
While Annabelle sucked her tits, Maria was undoing Annabelle's slacks. She tugged them down. Annabelle lifted her ass up and squirmed her hips, eager to have the garment removed, wanting to be naked with this adorable blonde woman. As she dragged the tight slacks down Annabelle's lush thighs, Maria slipped from the couch and knelt on the floor. She drew the slacks off Annabelle's feet and tossed them aside. She was kneeling right between Annabelle's legs.
Annabelle opened her thighs, revealing her glistening pussy.
Maria gazed at the feast before her.
"Yummy," she sighed.
Annabelle moaned and tilted her pelvis up, her cunt thrusting out towards Maria's face, presented like a meal on a hairy tray. Her cunt lips were unfurled like the petals of a fleshy pink blossom, streaked with the dew of her passion, the open slot filled with cunt juice.
Maria leaned in and her tongue pushed out and she took a single lick at Annabelle's trembling clit.
Annabelle wailed at the feeling.
Maria sat back on her heels, grinning and licking her lips.
"Oh, don't stop!" Annabelle cried.
"I'll do it as long as you like, honey," Maria said. "I'm hungry for your pussy."
"And I'll suck you, too!" gasped Annabelle.
She was really getting carried away by this scene, finding that her tongue was as hot as her clit and her mouth was watering for cunt. She wasn't sure which part of it she would love most, sucking or being sucked. She was wild with enthusiasm and eager to get on with the cunt-sucking.
"But let's go into the bedroom," Maria said.
That suited Annabelle.
It suited Catherine, too.
And it had been arranged to suit Mark, as well...
The timing was important.
Mark had slowly drank two beers and toyed with the idea of having a whiskey but decided not to. He left the bar and walked back to the corner and waited in a doorway, smoking a cigarette, the front of his pants sticking out in bas relief.
He had just lit a second smoke when he saw Maria pull the shade down. He grinned. Only one shade. That meant that it was Annabelle who had called. It suited Mark nicely. He gave it five more minutes, then walked back to the house. He listened at the front door for a moment, then opened it silently and slipped into the hall.
Annabelle heard nothing.
But Maria, who had been listening carefully for Mark to arrive, heard the faint sound-- and suggested they go to the bedroom. The two naked girls stood up. Maria took Annabelle's hand and led her from the room, like young lovers on a stroll.
Mark slipped into the front room and tiptoed across to the bedroom door. He knelt down and peered around the edge of the doorway. They had placed the bed in just the right position for spying and he grinned happily and took his cock out and settled down to watch.
Catherine, too, was watching with rapt attention.
She had gurgled with joy when she saw the two women come into her line of sight, both naked, flushed with desire.
This, thought the girl, is going to be something worth seeing!
Maria hopped onto the bed and drew Annabelle down after her. Annabelle curled onto her flank, then dropped back with her knees raised and her legs apart.
Maria hovered over her, running her eyes over the woman's smooth, curvaceous form with a hungry gaze. She began working on Annabelle's tits, first with her hands and then with her mouth. Annabelle arched, pushing the big tit mounds upwards. Maria moved slowly down Annabelle's body, pausing to lick at her stomach, her belly button, her lower belly. Her tongue rustled through Annabelle's dark pubic hair like a little pink rodent in a forest. Annabelle trembled as Maria's mouth drew near her pussy.
But Maria was in no hurry. Although she was hungry for cunt, she loved to linger over the approaches and appreciate the anticipation. She stared at Annabelle's juicy cunt like a gourmet at a well-laid table, licking her lips and salivating. Annabelle wouldn't have been surprised if Maria had tied a napkin under her chin.
Moving lower, Maria licked up Annabelle's thighs, her tongue running from knee to crotch --but still not making contact with the creamy gash between those parted legs. She lapped up the creases where Annabelle's thighs joined her pelvis, her tongue running parallel with the woman's flooded cunt slit, first on one side and then on the other.
Annabelle began switching her hips from side to side, trying to get her cunt onto that hot tongue. She was desperate for some sucking, her pussy starting to spark towards the peak of passion even before contact had been made.
"Please," she whimpered. "Please!"
Maria used her fingertips to spread Annabelle's cunt lips wide open, exposing the rosy inner pussy flesh. Her face was very close. She blew her hot breath right up Annabelle's fuck hole. Annabelle's clit trembled in the breeze, expanding and fluttering. Maria's tongue snaked out. She took a tentative lick up the juicy cunt slot. Annabelle wailed and heaved, her ass churning and her thighs trembling. Maria gave her a second light lick. Then she began to lap away steadily, running her tongue up the length of Annabelle's creamy cunt slit, stabbing up the pussy hole and, on the top of the stroke, fluttering on her clit.
"Oh! Ohhh!" cried Annabelle, in ecstasy.
She closed her lush thighs around Maria's pretty face, then threw them open wide again, not sure which position felt better--not caring, as long as that nimble tongue continued to lave and slurp on her steaming cunt.
Then Maria began using her lips, as well as her tongue.
She tilted her blonde head to one side and fitted her mouth to Annabelle's flooded pussy and began sucking the cunt juice out voraciously, while her tongue still plied up the fuck slot. Her hands cupped Annabelle's ass, lifting her. Annabelle's pussy juices flowed freely. Maria's mouth was filling with the delicate oils of lust. The stuff poured down her tongue and bubbled over her parted lips. She gulped down a mouthful and purred happily and sucked more cunt juice out.
"Ummm---ummm--ummm," she sighed, adoring the feast.
Annabelle was so hot by this time that she was numb. She wasn't sure if she was having an orgasm or not.
Then her orgasm began to ripple through her in earnest and she had no doubts now.
Long waves of pleasure splashed across her belly and ran up her thighs and her cunt erupted like a volcano, the steaming lava of her lust gushing out into Maria's ravenous mouth.
She peaked, and peaked again.
Maria's skilled tongue and talented lips were giving Annabelle a multiple orgasm, bringing her off like a machinegun. Maria began finger- fucking up Annabelle's cunt hole with three stiff fingers while her lips pulled on the raging nugget of her clit and her tongue slipped and slid wildly around in the whirlpool of that coming cunt.
Annabelle gasped with the ecstasy of it.
She didn't want it to ever end. She wanted to come forever.
But finally she was drained and the last light ripples of her climax passed through her.
Her pussy was satisfied for the moment.
But now her mouth was horny, in turn.
Maria raised her face, her jaws dripping with cunt juice, a contented smile on her creamy lips.
"Nice?" she asked.
"Oh, it was wonderful. You give the best head that I've ever had, Maria--the very best!"
"I love to eat pussy," Maria said.
"You seemed to enjoy it."
"Cunt is delicious," said the blonde.
"I hope I like it, too," Annabelle said, smiling.
Maria narrowed her eyes, purring.
Then they switched positions.
Crouching between Maria's long, lithe legs, Annabelle hesitated for a moment, enjoying those thrilling expectations. She had no last- minute doubts or inhibitions whatsoever.
Annabelle was firmly resolved to suck her first cunt and her mouth was drooling for it, her tongue tingling and her lips starting to suck even before she had buried her head between those shapely thighs.
Then she went down on Maria, tongue-first.
Annabelle hadn't been sure if cunt-sucking took lots of practice or experience, but the moment her lips were glued to that smoldering pussy she realized that it was the most natural thing in the world, the sort of thing that any woman knows instinctively how to do--and that cunt was every bit as delicious as she had hoped.
"Ahhh," she purred, loving the taste and the texture of Maria's pussy and the whole idea of sucking cunt.
With her mouth clamped like a suction cup to Maria's cunt, Annabelle raised her eyes, gazing into the willowy blonde's face to see what effect her efforts were having.
Maria's eyes were narrowed and her lips parted. She was panting. Her face was contorted by the pleasure and the passion in her pussy. She looked down at Annabelle, seeing her head framed by the slopes of her tits and the gentle arch of her heaving belly. She reached down with one hand and stroked Annabelle's cheek with loving affection.
"Keep sucking, honey," she whispered.
Annabelle needed no encouragement to do that, for she was relishing the juicy, creamy pussy.
"Come," she urged, the word echoing up the sounding chamber of Maria's steaming cunt. "Come for me, Maria--cream in my mouth!"
Maria began to move as if she were getting fucked, her pelvis driving and humping as she worked her pussy around on Annabelle's face. Annabelle was soaked with cunt juice from brow to chin now. She slurped and sucked, lapped and laved. Maria's cunt was so wide open now that it had almost turned inside out, and Annabelle seemed to be trying to bury her whole head up that slippery cunt hole.
"Oh!" said Maria, as if startled. "Ooooh!"
The sound heralded her orgasm. She began to cry out and thrash wildly on the bed.
Annabelle kept sucking and tonguing in a delirium of fuck-lust now, her mouth as hot as her cunt had ever been. Annabelle just adored eating pussy.
Even before she had finished sucking this first pussy, she was already thinking of the next time with Maria-or with some other woman who wanted to get her cunt sucked. Annabelle had become a confirmed cunt- lapper in an instant--just as her daughter had become a voyeur the day before.
And Catherine was certainly getting an eyeful now.
She wished that there were someone to give her a cuntful, as well. She was fucking three fingers up her hot cunt hole and her eyes were glued on the scene below as firmly as her mother's lips were glued on Maria's flooded pussy. .
Mark, too, was enjoying the sight.
Kneeling in the front room and peering through the door, he had his prick in his hand, but he wasn't pumping it. He had no intention of wasting his load on a hand-job--not when that sexy housewife from the other unit was in his bed. He could see her cunt and her asshole as she knelt between his wife's thighs, and when she tilted her head he could see her pink tongue flashing up Maria's soaking fuck slot.
Was it time to join them?
Timing was crucial. He decided to wait a bit longer, until Maria gave him a secret sign. And until Annabelle had been allowed to suck her first cunt to a climax without interruption.
That time was rapidly approaching now.
Maria was jerking like a crazed puppet on the strings of passion. Her long blonde hair cascaded across the pillow as her head switched from side to side. Her hips were working like pistons, her ass gyrating. Annabelle whimpered with joy as she felt her mouth fill up with warm pussy nectar and she kept on working merrily away with tongue and lips and hands as she brought Maria to the heights.
At last Maria stopped moaning and heaving.
Annabelle rested her forehead on the blonde woman's cunt mound, her mouth still buried between those sleek thighs. Annabelle was delighted. It was a wonderful thrill, making another girl cream. Her tongue continued to move, but only lightly now, just gently stirring and dragging through Maria's soaking pussy slot.
Maria glanced towards the door.
Mark grinned back at her.
How embarrassed Annabelle is going to be when she finds out that he was watching her eat me out, Maria thought.
Maria would have been embarrassed, herself, had she realized that Mark was not the only observer, but that a sex-crazed teenager was even now peering down from the attic. Embarrassed, but understanding--and interested.
Now Annabelle lifted her face, her eyes glowing, her face radiant with the joy of cunt- lapping.
Mark raised his eyebrows but Maria figured they were not quite ready for him to put in an appearance yet, and she gave a little shake of her head. Annabelle, seeing this negative gesture, looked puzzled. Didn't Maria want to do any more?
But then the blonde smiled lovingly at Annabelle. "That was really great," she said.
"I'm glad--I loved doing it."
"Most girls do, once they try it."
"Can we do it often?"
"Greedy!" said Maria, teasingly. "Sure, Annabelle. I'm always ready for cunt-sucking, whenever you feel horny--or hungry--just come on over and we'll take care of each other."
Annabelle giggled, looking a little ashamed of herself for being such a greedy girl.
She said: "It's kind of a vicious circle, though, isn't it? Well, hardly vicious--but, I mean, hard to get to the end of it. When you were sucking me off, you took real good care of my cunt, but it made my mouth hot. And now that I've been fed I'm not hungry any more, but my pussy is starting to heat up again. One end gets horny, then the other end. How does a girl ever get satisfied at both ends?"
In fact, Annabelle was not really serious about this, and didn't expect Maria to have a ready solution to the problem. It was just a roundabout way to let the blonde know that she wanted to get sucked off again, and then to do some more sucking, in turn. But Maria, experienced in these matters, took the question at face value--and had the answer.
"Oh, that's easy," she said. "We sixty- nine."
"Ooooh!" horny Annabelle breathed.
"That way we both get satisfied at both ends and at the same time, drinking cunt juice and coming all at once."
"Oh! Let's!" Annabelle said with obvious enthusiasm.
She had always liked to sixty-nine with a man, and now she was eager to try it with a girl.
This worked in perfectly with Maria's plans.
"What a good idea," she said. "Let me get on top!"
Annabelle was happy with that arrangement. When she sixty-nined with Peter, she usually got on top. Doing it on the bottom would add a novelty to the position--as well as to the object which she was sucking.
She rolled over onto her back. Her knees raised slightly and her lush thighs parted. Her head was tilted back, mouth open, lips trembling, pink tongue gliding back and forth in anticipation.
Maria threw a leg across and mounted Annabelle in the position of inverted love.
She lowered her juicy pussy onto Annabelle's eager face, and Annabelle started to tongue and suck even before that delicious honeypot touched her mouth.
Maria paused before she lowered her head to the hairy pink delicacy that was spread out before her.
Looking towards the door, she winked at Mark.
Then she buried her face between Annabelle's firm thighs and began to slurp away at her hot cunt.
Mark came into the bedroom.
It was time to add another dimension to the fucking...
Catherine almost fainted when she saw Mark come quietly into view, his huge prick sticking out before him like the prow of a ship.
The girl had been concentrating so much on watching cunts get sucked that a man was the last thing on her. mind--and therefore the sight of that cock took her by surprise.
She gaped at the huge, glistening cockhead.
Her cunt went off abruptly, her orgasm inspired by the sight of cock.
Cunt juice poured in a cascade down her thighs and pooled on the floor, soaking into the cracks between the floorboards. Below, a damp patch was spreading out across the plaster of the bedroom ceiling.
No sooner had she come than her cunt began to get hot again.
And she watched with awed attention as a brand-new scene unfolded in the room below...
CHAPTER NINE
Mark stood beside the bed, his hard cock looming out. The massive slab of his prick- knob was dripping and his pre-cum was splashing onto Maria's heaving ass. He just stood there for a while, glad of a chance to observe the girls from such close range.
Annabelle had no idea that the man was there.
Her face was buried in Maria's smoldering cunt and her eyes were closed in passion, but even if they had been open she could only have seen a crotch and the rim of an ass. Maria had cast a sideways glance up at her interested husband. She had smiled, too, but he wasn't aware of that because her lips were clamped on Annabelle's cunt. Then she turned her face down again and went on sucking pussy.
Annabelle was in seventh heaven.
She didn't know which end of this linkage pleased her more, the mouth on her cunt or the cunt on her mouth. She enjoyed sucking pussy every bit as much as she enjoyed being sucked --having both at the same time was fantastic.
The two women ground together in passion.
Their tits rubbed on each other's belly and they cupped each other around the haunches, hungrily gobbling cunt.
Annabelle didn't know how long it took, whether it was fast or slow, for time had lost all meaning as she reveled in this bliss. She wanted to come and she wanted to make Maria come--and she hoped they would come at the same moment.
Maria's pussy was flooding and her clit was sparking.
Annabelle let her own joy flash unrestrained.
"Come--come with me," she wailed.
"Yes! Yes! Now!" Maria cried from between Annabelle's thighs, the words vibrant with her need.
They both creamed.
Drinking hot cunt juice at one end and spilling it out at the other, it seemed to Annabelle that it was the same load of pussy cream that they were sharing--that the cum she swallowed was rushing right through her body and pouring out her cunt, only to rush through Maria's trembling body, in turn, and gush once more into Annabelle's mouth.
And the thrill they shared might have been the same electric current, transmitted from mouth to cunt, stepped up in the transformers of their clits, racing back and forth in an alternating current through the sockets of their cunts and the plugs of their tongues.
Grinding together, they milked each other dry and fed each other with steaming mouthfuls of cunt cream.
They lay pressed together, panting.
Annabelle was thinking that if Maria did not dismount very soon, she might just start tonguing her pussy again.
But then, with a happy sigh, Maria rolled off.
And Annabelle found herself staring up at Mark!
Mark grinned down at her, looking past the tip of his magnificent prick.
Annabelle gasped.
She looked at Maria, who was grinning, too.
"Did--did you know he was here?" Annabelle asked, her voice quavering, her face flushing with shame.
"Sure, honey. Do you mind?"
"I--I--" She looked back at Mark, who was beaming like a fiend. "Don't you mind? I mean--don't you care if your wife sucks cunts?"
"Not as long as I can watch," he said happily.
"Why--you're perverts!" Annabelle cried.
"Sure," he said. "So are you, come to that, Annabelle. You've been doing your share of cunt-sucking. Right?"
Annabelle lowered her eyes. She just didn't know what to make of this situation. After all, Mark and Maria were married. If they didn't object, why should she? And yet she was mortified at having been under male observation while she tread the lanes of Lesbos.
Maria placed a hand on Annabelle's knee.
"It's okay, honey," she said. "There's no reason for you to feel embarrassed."
"Well, it was quite a shock--but I guess it's all right."
"Sure it is. See, if Mark didn't know what we were doing--why, I'd feel as if I was cheating on him. But as long as he's watching, we can have all the fun we want."
That made sense, in a way.
Annabelle nodded doubtfully.
Now that she had acquired the taste for cunt, she wanted to do lots of cunt-sucking, and if that meant she had to do it while Mark watched--well, there was no harm in it, she supposed.
She managed a feeble smile.
Mark sat on the bed beside her. His prick was standing up like a lighthouse, the cock- knob gleaming like a beacon to warn of the rocky shoals that lay below. Annabelle, who was fond of big pricks, could not help but give that meaty cockshaft an appreciative glance.
"I thought maybe you might like some cock now," Mark suggested with a lewd gaze.
Annabelle glanced quickly at Maria.
"Oh, I don't mind," Maria said. She giggled. "I can hardly object if my husband fucks with you, since I already have. Anyhow --I like to watch some, myself."
Annabelle wasn't sure. She didn't want to cheat on Peter, not with a man that they both knew, anyway, but on the other hand Mark's prick was a wonderful-looking fuck tool.
Mark was looking hopeful, waiting politely.
Maria looked interested.
In the attic, Catherine was silently praying that her naughty mother would decide to get fucked.
Then the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," Maria said, jumping up from the bed.
She figured it would be a good idea to leave Mark and Annabelle alone together for a few minutes. She darted out of the bedroom, snatching up her discarded negligee as she passed through the front room, then went down the hall to the door.
She opened the door.
Peter stood on the doorstep, grinning lecherously, a huge cock-bulge in the front of his trousers.
Peter had been unable to concentrate on his work.
He had intended to wait until the afternoon to visit Maria, but his cock had raged and thundered with such desperation that he could think of nothing but fucking the sexy, available blonde. He simply had to get his balls emptied before he did anything else.
His secretary, who would have been more than glad to do the job for him, had been sorry when he left and she took a dildo out of her desk and fucked herself to a frazzle.
But Peter was interested only in fucking Maria, at the moment.
And now Maria stood before him, wearing only a frilly, semi-transparent negligee, and she smiled at him in a wanton way.
"Hi," he said.
"Come on in," said Maria, thinking that everything was working out perfectly.
She led him to the front room.
"Is Mark home?" he asked, feigning innocence.
"No," she said. "Why? Was it Mark you came to see?"
Peter figured he might as well come right out with it. "No, I wanted to see you, Maria. Mark sort of implied that you were interested in me--and that he didn't object."
"Why, you naughty man--you came here to seduce me!"
"Yeah," Peter said. "I sure did."
"That isn't difficult," Maria told him.
His prick leaped like a bucking bronco.
Maria noticed Annabelle's clothing on the floor beside the couch. She had to hide it. The only thing she had available to conceal the stuff was her negligee. She slid out of it and let it drift down on top of Annabelle's clothing.
Mark gulped and stared at her lithe, naked body.
"Jesus!" he whispered.
He hadn't expected the seduction to be this easy.
Maria turned, letting him look at her from all angles--front, back and profile. She was smiling impishly.
"Let's go to the bedroom," he rasped.
Maria shook her head. "Later, maybe-- let's just make love right here, for starters. Okay?"
"Sure," Mark agreed.
It suited him. Mark didn't give a damn where they fucked, as long as they fucked-- and as long as her perverted husband was not looking on.
In fact, Mark was looking on--from the bedroom.
And so was Annabelle.
But Peter didn't know about that.
Annabelle's first reaction was fury.
"Why, that unfaithful bastard!" she muttered when she saw her husband walk in with a hard-on.
Her next impulse was to rush out and confront the swine.
But then she realized that a certain amount of discretion was in order in this situation. How could she rush out naked from the bedroom without revealing her own involvement? Especially since Mark was there, too, with his big cock sticking out, and her cunt was foaming.
It was annoying that Peter had come over here to seduce Maria. And yet was it any different, or any worse, than what she, herself, had already done?
Her anger began to fade.
She felt a bit guilty, now. But that, too, would fade, she knew. Once Peter had cheated on her, she would have no reason to feel guilty, turn about being fair play and sauce for the goose and all that sort of thing. She began to think that maybe it was just as well that Peter had turned up and revealed his unfaithful nature.
Peter was taking his clothes off in the other room.
Mark, kneeling beside her on the bed, was craning his neck to peer through the doorway.
He looked so interested that Annabelle began to wonder if there might be something to this voyeurism, after all.
Annabelle decided that she, too, would watch the fucking.
The thought of looking on secretly while her husband fucked Maria was thrilling.
But she had to wait awhile for that.
Maria sucked his cock before they fucked...
CHAPTER TEN
Maria had been standing back, watching Peter take his clothing off and looking with approval upon his huge prick. His cock was every bit as big as Mark's and it was making her drool. When he was naked he glanced towards the couch, obviously supposing that they were going to fuck on it, but Maria moved towards him, past the couch.
"I want to suck your prick," she said.
Peter groaned, his face tense with desire.
This was even better than he had hoped for. He had figured he had a good chance of fucking this blonde sexpot, but he hadn't realized that she was an avid cock-sucker, as well.
Annabelle had groaned, too, when she heard those words.
Another twinge of anger and jealousy welled up in her.
How dare that blonde slut blow her husband!
She glanced sideways at Mark, wondering how he was taking this. But Mark was grinning quite contentedly. If he didn't mind if his wife drank other men's cum, why should Annabelle be upset?
She got onto her knees beside Mark, both of them kneeling side by side, peering out into the other room.
She put her hand on Mark's cock, as if for support.
It ballooned in her grip.
But, for the moment, she merely held his prick.
They were both too intrigued by the scene in the other room to think of anything else.
Maria had moved up to Peter now and, standing in front of him, took his cock and balls in both hands. Cupping his swollen balls in her palm, she skinned his foreskin back with her other hand, so that the huge cock-knob flared out, glowing and pulsing. The piss slit was bubbling with pre-cum. Maria looked down at his prick with longing.
Her back was to the bedroom door at the moment and she didn't want that position maintained--for two reasons. First, she didn't want Peter to be able to see the observers, and second she wanted the observers to get a good look at what she was going to do, not just the back of her head as it bobbed up and down on his cock. She turned to the side, moving Peter around with her, by the prick, as if his cock were a crowbar which she was using to lever him into place.
Now they were standing sideways to the door, in profile.
Maria slowly and gracefully sank down on her knees.
She tapped the head of his rigid cock against her stiff nipples and slid the cockhead up her cleavage. Peter pushed his hips out, thrusting his prick at her, eager for the blow-job to begin. His cockhead lunged at her mouth. Maria playfully turned aside at the last moment, so that the slab of hot purple prick- meat skimmed along her cheek, missing her lips. But then she turned after it, lips pursed, and kissed the head of his cock.
Peter moaned.
She kissed his cockhead several times, lightly- Then she began to lick his prick.
Her nimble tongue skimmed and laved all over the bloated prick-knob and she whimpered as the meaty flavor tingled on her tongue. She licked up and down his cock and tongued his balls. Her tongue flattened and swept up with long, moist slurps, then switched back and forth as she worked in a zigzag pattern from balls to crown. His fucker was slippery with her saliva now, and the cocktip was oozing pre-cum.
Maria loved the taste of cockmeat--but it always made her ravenously hungry for cum.
Kissing the tip of his cock again, she let her lips slowly part and fed the huge prick into her mouth.
"Ummm," she purred, sucking slowly and softly, her cheeks hollowing in.
Her lips had collared his stalk just behind the cockhead. She sucked on the meaty mouthful, fairly inhaling it. Then she began to go down farther, feeding his prick into her mouth inch by inch. Her tongue flashed back and forth, bathing the fat, veined underside of the prickshaft and she took his cockhead right back into her throat. Big as his fucker was, the greedy cock-sucker was taking it all in, like a sword swallower.
Peter stared down, loving the sight of his cock disappearing into her hungry mouth as her lips slurped on his prickrod, almost down to his balls. He placed a hand on her head, but Maria required no guidance.
She knew how to suck a cock. She bobbed down all the way, then slowly drew back up, her lips pulling and dragging and her tongue going wild against the underside of his cock. She sucked up until only the cockhead remained in her mouth, worked on it for a moment, then bobbed down again, as if she were ducking for apples in a barrel--as if his balls were those hairy apples, in fact, so far down did she plunge on his cock.
"Ummm," she sighed, going down. She gasped, as his wide, triangular cock-knob lodged in the entrance to her gullet. Then her lips moved up the prick once again.
Little spurts of jism were darting onto her tongue and into her cheeks now, not an ejaculation but a profuse flow of pre-cum. The succulent cock juice was acting as an appetizer, making Maria really hungry for the creamy treat ahead of her. She began bobbing up and down faster and gently squeezing his balls. She slipped a hand between his legs and moved up to probe at his asshole.
Peter began to hump, fucking his prick into her mouth.
"Oh, Jesus, baby! Here it comes!" he howled.
Maria sucked anxiously, eager for his hot cum. His balls pulsed in her hand and his cock- shaft expanded in her lips and then his jism was hosing her mouth and throat in a mighty stream. Maria swallowed the sweet stuff down as fast as she could, to make room for more, and he fed her more cum in burst after dynamic burst. Greedy as she was for the lovely cock nectar, she could not drink as much jism as he fed her. It seemed as if he was pouring cum into her mouth by the bucketful. Cum overflowed her lips and trickled down her chin and dropped, splashing, onto the slopes of her thrusting tits.
He kept fucking her face.
She kept sucking his cum-spurting cock.
She emptied his cock and balls.
Gee, thought Annabelle. Watching is so exciting!
Mark and Annabelle had been keen observers, watching Maria's lips pull on Peter's prick and then, to their vicarious delight, seeing his cum flood from her mouth.
"They'll fuck now," Mark whispered.
"Oh, good!" Annabelle said, wanting to see more.
"Let's move closer, huh?" he suggested.
That seemed like a good idea. They moved from the bed and approached the door, standing off to one side and peering around the corner. Annabelle was in front and Mark was looking over her shoulder. She was very much aware of his rampaging prick as it drummed against the firm globes of her ass, and she reached back between her legs and grasped him by the balls. His hands came around her and began massaging her big tits. Her nipples were hard and hot in his palms.
Annabelle wanted to get fucked.
She needed some prick now. She was being driven wild by the sight of Peter and Maria making it together. Her hand moved from his balls to his cockshaft and she levered his prick down into her crotch, fitting his swollen cockhead into her sudden cunt slot. Mark grinned over her shoulder. He thrust, fucking the full length of his rock-hard cock up her cunt with the first long fuck-stroke.
Annabelle started to squirm on his prick and her cunt muscles began to work on his cock- meat, sucking and pulling.
Mark began fucking her pussy from behind, fucking slowly and steadily.
Both continued to observe the other couple.
When Peter's prick stopped shooting cum, Maria continued to suck adoringly on it, reluctant to spit out such a lovely mouthful--and also making sure that his fucker stayed hot and hard. His cock had softened only slightly after he came, and it hadn't seemed to shrink at all. A few more minutes of cock-sucking by Maria, and his balls began to fill up with another cum-load.
If she had been certain that Peter could manage to come three times in a row, Maria-- greedy girl that she was--would have had herself another drink of jism. But she wanted to make sure that he had a load of cum for her pussy, too, and so she reluctantly drew her lips away from the polished head of his cock.
His prick-knob popped out like a cork.
She looked up at him, cum on her lips and a glowing excitement in her sultry eyes.
"Want to fuck my cunt now?" she asked.
The question was rhetorical.
Maria drew him down to the floor beside her. Once again she avoided the couch because she wanted to present a full view to the observers in the bedroom. She turned so that her cunt faced that way, giving them the best vantage point for their voyeurism. Her legs parted widely and she arched her back, tilting her pussy up into the position of a fucking platform.
Peter knelt between her legs and his hands cupped her ass, lifting her yet higher.
He fucked his huge cock up her frothy cunt slot.
Braced on his knees and holding her thighs high, Peter began to fuck his cock into her pussy furiously. Maria met him, pushing her pussy down as he plowed in and rotating her hips as he withdrew. Her cunt sucked on his prick as if she had a mouth inside her belly. His balls swung like the hairy clappers of a meaty bell.
"Fuck--fuck--fuck!" she wailed.
Peter ground the cockmeat in with long, rippling fuck-strokes, stuffing her cunt brimful of pounding prick, pulling out and then ramming his massive cock up her fuck hole again. She locked her legs around his hips and her heels drummed on his ass, then hooked behind his knees as she rode under him, wailing and whimpering and panting.
Mark had fallen into the same fucking rhythm.
Each time Peter slammed his cock up Maria, Mark drove his prick into Annabelle. Fucking wildly together, they lost control. Annabelle's ass was being driven forward by his fuck- thrusts. His belly slapped on her ass and she was jolted forward. She took a step, then another.
Mark, coupled up from behind, was fucking Annabelle right out through the doorway!
But Annabelle was too hot to care.
"If only Mark could see us now," grunted Peter, as he fucked the cockmeat up Maria's pussy.
Maria began to giggle.
Peter frowned. This was no time for laughter.
Then he saw that she was peering past him, her head tilted to one side. Without missing a stroke, still fucking the prick to her furiously, Peter turned his head and looked back--and saw his wife getting fucked right across the room.
Peter gasped in shock.
Annabelle was lurching directly towards them and Mark was coming right behind her, fucking her forward on his cock. Peter saw the fat cock fuck up Annabelle's cunt, saw her belly heave, saw her take another forced step.
He started to shout out a protest at being cuckolded.
But he bit his lip abruptly.
His own prick was buried in Mark's wife's cunt... and who was he to cast the first stone?
Peter kept on fucking.
Annabelle and Mark moved up beside them. Then Annabelle slowly sank down to the floor and Mark followed her down into a doggy- style position and, side by side, the two couples continued to fuck with gusto.
After that, the die was cast.
With guilt and blame shared equally, there was no guilt nor blame--and it was too much fun to worry about such things, anyhow.
The four happy fuckers linked up in a cluster of flesh and fucked and sucked each other silly.
They agreed to meet again the next day.
Everyone was happy now--except Catherine.
Catherine had seen plenty, but she had not seen the cluster-fuck finale and that left the girl frustrated.
But not for long.
* * *
That night, Mark and Maria lay in bed together, happily talking about how lucky they had been in finding such agreeable neighbors --and planning all the naughty things they would do in the future.
Such speculation made them both horny.
They began to fuck, slowly and steadily.
"I wish we had someone else here to join in," Maria said wistfully. "A man or a woman --I don't care."
"So do I," Mark said.
Straight fucking with a spouse seemed pretty tame and mild, after all the thrilling things they had done with the neighbors.
"Yes, if only some sweet angel would descend from heaven to sit on my face and your cock," Maria said, fantasizing.
And then she blinked in surprise.
Mark turned to follow her line of vision and he, too, gave a gasp at what he saw.
Their dreams had been answered.
Just above their heads and slowly descending--apparently through the ceiling itself-- came a vision of delight.
They didn't know if this nubile girl was real or not, the stuff of dreams or solid flesh, some subtle succuba from regions of darkness or some nymph from sylvan glades.
But they knew they wanted her.
Then Catherine dropped onto the bed and they found that her naked, golden flesh was very solid--and hot--and her pussy was juicy.
And she was willing to fuck.
They sucked her and fucked her, and she returned the favors.
Later she told him who she was.
Mark and Maria were more pleased than ever that they had moved into such a divided house.
