Ann sat back on the church pew and relaxed. Church pews were good sellers, people liked to put them on their front porches, and Ann and Tom had just bought two dozen of them to sell to the customers they hoped to attract to their new shop. Tom had driven the pick-up to get the stuff they bought at the auction in Jamesville the night before and Ann was getting the shop in shape for the opening.
Spring was already in the air and the tourists would be flowing through very soon. Ann and Tom wanted to have their new antique store opened in time; in fact, they had to have it opened in time. They couldn't afford to lose one sale. It had taken everything they had and more, to come to Owlsport and start a new life for themselves.
It had been a rough winter, but Ann thought things had gone well, and now she was willing to relax a little. She lit a cigarette and rested one hand on her thigh. She and Tom had hardly had time to fuck, they'd been so busy, and Ann had been awfully horny. It had gotten to the point where all she had to do was touch herself on any sensitive spot and her cunt would moisten.
Now she was feeling that tingling again. Looking around the shop, she realized that no one could see her (the windows were covered with brown paper) and she decided to let herself go. There was something about jerking off in a place like that that made it more exciting than doing it at home.
The shop was a mess with half their stock there, scattered about, and more stuff piled in boxes. She stood and looked at herself in the long mirror that was part of an old dressing table. The mirror was covered with dust, but Ann could see her slim but curvy figure and her blond hair sticking out of the scarf she was wearing to keep it clean. She grabbed the bottom of her blouse and pulled down on it, making the material press against her big, firm tits. In her excitement, her nipples hardened and stood out on the rounded domes of her jugs.
Turning one way, then the other, Ann admired the view and was getting homier by the second. Taking a few steps closer to the mirror, she slipped a hand between two buttons of her blouse and touched one stiff gumdrop. Her flesh jumped under her fingers, puckering tighter into a hard knot. Unbuttoning a few buttons, she pulled the curtain of her blouse aside and watched in the mirror as one of her tits peeked out at her.
After a long winter her skin was white as snow, and the nipple looked an even darker brown than usual. Ann slowly wrapped a hand around the boob and squeezed. Her cunt oozed as if her tit were a sponge and she was squeezing love juice from it directly to her pussy. Her tit was very firm and it stood proudly on her chest as she massaged it.
Ann unbuttoned the rest of her blouse with her free hand and slipped it off. Now she filled both hands with luscious tit flesh. She moved those globes around on her chest in circles. Her face wore a wanton expression, her eyelids hanging low and her mouth slightly open, she noticed in the mirror.
Ann held her hands over the blunt tips of her tits, letting the nipples stick through her fingers Then, sliding the hands back and forth, she filled herself with lust by stimulating those brown buttons. Her knees felt weak as she climbed the heights of passion.
One after the other, she pushed her tits up toward her face and stuck out her tongue. She covered the bumpy disks of skin with licks while watching herself in the mirror. When she let go of the knockers they would fall heavily to her chest with a quick quiver, then stand still and proudly again.
Standing steadily with her feet firmly planted, Ann faced the mirror and reached for the button that held her jeans closed. She wore her pants on the tight side so when the button was popped she felt her waist become freed. As she lowered her zipper the pants opened like a banana peel. Ann watched her lower belly come into view, a field of soft whiteness punctuated by her deep belly button.
The pearly shine of her bikini undies stretched across the view of her belly in the vee of her opened pants. Ann grabbed her jeans and pulled them down. Standing in front of the mirror like that made her breathe hard in horny excitement as she peeled herself. Stepping out of her jeans and sneakers at the same time left her with only her tiny panties hiding her nakedness.
With trembling fingers, she lowered that last garment. As the nylon left her crotch, she felt the cool air of the room on the wetness there. Ann's eyes moved up and down the reflection of her nude body and she liked what she saw.
She reached for her cunt and combed her fingers through the dark curly hair that covered the plump mound. As each hair tugged at its root in her twat, Ann felt a wave of pleasure pass through her with the promise of much more enjoyment to come. Then she wrapped her hand around those spongy lips. Hot love juice seared her palm as she gasped in blissful lust.
Aligning her fingers on either side of her crack, she spread the lips and rolled her hips forward to get a look. A vertical, pink smile looked back at her. She could see the inner lips protruding and they glistened with slippery juice.
Holding the gash opened with two fingers, Ann touched the wiggling ridges of flesh within the twat with her middle finger. One touch made her shake with greedy wantonness. She played her finger around in the slot; poking into the cave, running along the inner lips and tickling the sheath of skin that protected her clit.
With her other hand she lifted a tit to her face again. It was easy to look down at the reflection of her cunt and stick out her tongue to lick the nipple of that boob, and the sight of herself in that kinky position added to her pleasure. The thought of Tom walking in on her made her shiver, but the door was locked.
After fingering her pussy and licking her tit for a while, Ann was ready for something a little different. She pulled up an old bent-oak chair and sat down. Slouching in the chair brought her crotch up into view in the mirror. Ann put a foot on each side of the dressing table and pushed the chair back on its rear legs.
Without touching herself, she studied her crotch. The curls stood bristling on her mound, but they thinned out as her eyes traveled down the gash. Her cunt was open slightly from the position of her legs, and a pink swatch shined between the lips. She let her gaze continue down the crack, over an inch of skin to her asshole. The tight ring seemed to be looking back at her.
With a trembling finger, Ann reached around her hips and into her crotch. She touched that puckered hole and felt her flesh tighten with the excitement. The hole was sucked in as her muscles contracted involuntarily.
Leaving the asshole, Ann touched the loose lips of her cunt. Running the finger up and down the crack, she began to slide it deeper with each stroke. Her inner lips were pushed aside as her finger traveled into the cave. Her stroking finger began probing up the oozing tunnel, stirring the tender lining and rising higher and higher up the narrow passage.
As her middle finger was stuck its full length into her pussy sleeve, she brought her ring finger to the crack and wet it with the slippery fluid that was seeping out of that envelope. When the finger was slippery enough, she moved it to the puckered aperture of her ass and pressed it on that dot. Concentrating on relaxing the small hole, she was able to slide the well-lubed finger into that tight chamber.
Then Ann added her index finger to the middle finger in her cunt. With her crotch full of fingers like that she was able to drive herself wild with crazy lust. As she wiggled the fingers in her pussy, she could feel the movement with the finger up her ass. The thin membrane that separated the two passages was stretched and pushed around as she reamed and twisted her fingers.
Looking up from her crotch in the mirror, she saw her body shaking with her efforts. Her face wore an expression of extreme lust as her brain reeled with the power of masturbatory arousal.
Her wrist began to ache in the position it was bent in as she kept her fingers moving. The whitish liquid that was leaking from her twat was running slowly down her hand and wetting the cheeks of her ass under her cunt. She would move the two fingers in her cunt and the one in her ass in and out, then stick them in as far as she could reach and wiggle them with all her might.
Her hips were soon bucking and moving on her fingers as much as her fingers were moving in her crotch. She was beginning to function automatically as her passion took over. It was as though she had a prick up her snatch and was letting herself pump instinctively.
Ann felt the orgasm being born in her belly. It was already sending waves of energy through her body, getting it ready for the explosion that was coming. Her mouth dropped open and low moans began to vibrate through the shop. The sound of her own voice in that sexy pitch made her rise to her pinnacle even faster, and she began to tremble wildly.
As she felt herself about to go over the edge of ecstasy, she put her thumb on her clit and wiggled the hard little kernel. Now, with four out of five fingers working for her climax, it hit like an earthquake. She gritted her teeth with an expression of desperation and kept her fingers working until her head was full of blinding joy.
Ann shook and hollered in ecstasy until her pleasure drained away, leaving her limp and exhausted. Her fingers slowly dropped from the holes they had been plugged into and her hand landed on the chair with a rap of knuckles before falling and swinging like a dead weight at her side.
Ann relaxed her legs and let her chair down flat on the floor. She felt completely limp and spent, but the orgasm had been a great one and it had been just what she needed. Resting her elbows on her knees, she rested and caught her breath while her tits hung slightly and swung with the heaving of her chest.
Before getting up, Ann lifted her wet hand to her face and breathed in the funky odor of her cunt juice. To make the warmth of her condition last as long as possible, she licked the drying cream from her fingers. When she had cleaned her fingers until there was hardly a trace of the odor left, she folded her hands in her lap and smiled to herself.
There was nothing in the world that she liked better than coming, and she was so glad that she could give herself a beautiful orgasm. Of course, she still loved to fuck, but sometimes Tom didn't feel like fucking when she did, and since they had been so busy with the shop, their sex life hadn't been all it should have been. Ann found herself jerking off more lately than she ever had when they still lived in the city.
When she had her strength back, she stood and began putting her clothes on. She was too far gone to do any more work, but she had accomplished quite a bit that day. She had to wait until Tom came with the truck, so she picked up a handful of fifty-year-old magazines and got comfortable on the church pew again and began leafing through them.
CHAPTER TWO
Ann drifted off in a relaxed daze after that orgasm and didn't hear the truck pull up. It wasn't until Tom called to her that she opened her eyes and lifted her head. Then she realized that he was there in the shop, coming toward her. The door hadn't been locked after all and he, or anyone, could have walked in on her as she sat naked in front of the mirror with her fingers in her crotch. She would have to be more careful in the future, she realized.
"Caught you napping, huh?" Tom said with a smile. "Come on. Help me unload the truck, then we'll go home."
Ann's body felt like lead as she lifted herself from the pew. Once she began moving though, she started to feel better. They carried in the two brass beds and boxes of assorted antiques they had bought.
"Well, I think we have enough stuff to get going with anyhow," Tom said. 'We won't have to put out any more money until some starts coming in."
"That's good, because we don't really have any more," Ann said.
They locked the door and climbed into the pick-up. There were still hard crusts of snow on the ground, but the grass was already beginning to grow beneath it. As Tom turned onto the dirt road that led to their farmhouse, he shifted the truck into four-wheel drive and they bounced along.
Life had been nicer since they'd come out here and left the city behind. They'd both had good jobs in the city, and made plenty of money. They were working harder now than they ever did before and they weren't making a cent yet; in fact, they'd spent everything they had saved to buy the old house and start the antique store. But they were glad they had made the move and looked forward to success.
"What do you want for dinner?" Ann asked.
Tom reached over to her thigh and grabbed it. "You," he said.
"That will have to wait until after dinner. I'm starving."
After her masturbatory fun at the shop, Ann wanted to wait awhile before getting herself off again, and she was hungry, but it gave her a thrill in her cunt to have Tom grab her thigh like that, and she could see the lump in his pants.
When they got into the house, Ann immediately began fixing dinner. Tom, munching on a carrot, followed her around and talked about his ideas for the sign he was going to make for the shop. He stepped up to Ann's back and reached around her body and grabbed one of her tits in a strong grip. She felt his hard prick pressing into a firm cheek of her ass, and her cunt heated up.
"Come on now," she said, twisting out of his grasp. "Don't get me all hot and bothered while I'm trying to get dinner ready."
"Oh, shit. I forgot to tell you," Tom said suddenly. "Joe called last night while you were out. He and Jane are going to Jonesville and I told them to stop by and spend the night. They should be here this evening sometime. Don't worry about dinner though, they said they wouldn't be able to make it in time to eat with us."
"Oh, I wish you'd told me earlier," Ann said.
"Well, it won't make any difference," Tom said. "It'll be just like old times. We'll just sit around and have a few drinks."
Joe and Jane had been their best friends in the city, and Ann was eager to see them again, but she was afraid their visit might spoil her and Tom's plans for fucking that evening.
"Maybe we can talk them into moving up here," Tom said. "When they see how nicely you've decorated this place they'll see how good an old farmhouse can look."
"It would be nice if they did move here. I miss them," Ann said.
They finished dinner and were just drying the last dishes when they heard a car come up the drive. Both of them ran out to the front porch to greet their old friends. Joe and Jane got out of their car and ran into the waiting arms of Ann and Tom. After hugs and kisses they all went into the house.
As the guests took off their coats, Tom built a fire. They were soon sitting around a crackling blaze, sipping brandy.
"You've fixed this place up beautifully," Jane said.
Ann offered to show Jane around the house, and as she stood, Tom realized that he'd forgotten how he had always enjoyed ogling Jane. She had a spectacular body and dressed to show it off. He had already taken in the sensuous curve of her heavy tits under the tight wrapping of her sweater, but now as she left the room with his wife, he feasted his eyes on her swaying ass. The curve of those cheeks had the same luscious curve as her tits, and Tom wondered what she would look like naked.
Jane was small, with dark-brown hair streaming down over her shoulders, as different from Ann as a woman could be. He wished he could trade partners with Joe for a night, but that had never come up in their friendship, and he didn't think it would go over.
Joe had known for a long time that Tom enjoyed looking his wife over, and he had as much fun sizing up Ann. Joe was a tall, slim guy with a thin, finely chiseled face, unlike Tom, who was big and broad with a rugged handsomeness.
"This looks like the life, all right," Joe told his old buddy as he reached toward the fire with his feet.
"It really is, Joe. You should think of moving up here. The city is no place to live."
"Yeah, I know. But the job and all. I'm not the type to open an antique store or anything like that," Joe said.
Tom had to agree about that, but he didn't say so. Joe had always played it safe and he wouldn't leave his secure job. Tom liked to take chances, and the antique shop was a big risk.
The girls came back and they all sat and talked. Joe and Jane told them all about their mutual friends back in the city, and what they had been doing. Ann and Tom went on about the shop, the house and Owlsport.
"I've always heard about life in a small town," Ann said. "And now I know it's all true. Everybody knows everything about everybody."
They told them about the new friends they had made in Owlsport and all the funny things that living in a small town meant. Joe and Jane laughed, and Ann could see they didn't believe that they were telling them the literal truth, but then she wouldn't have believed the things that had happened to them either before they moved here.
They all drank a lot of brandy, and they had all had a hard day, so the conversation ground to a halt at about eleven. Joe dragged in a suitcase, and he and Jane went up to the spare room. Tom and Ann went into their own room to undress for bed. Ann could see that Tom was out on his feet, and she gave up hope for any action that night.
Tom dropped right into bed and began snoring. Ann went to the bathroom to wash, but as she passed the door to the spare room, she heard giggling. Then she felt a funny feeling in her guts. She had never felt anything quite like it before. It was a combination of pleasure and numbness.
She went into the bathroom and stood there, concentrating on the feeling. It was centered in her cunt, but it radiated throughout her body. It was a sexy feeling, but she didn't want to get fucked. There seemed to be something in her that kept her from realizing what it was that the feeling was urging her toward. With a great effort, she let herself go and found what was at the bottom of this strange experience.
When she realized that she wanted to peek at Joe and Jane, she was shocked. The realization was too real to dismiss though, and too powerful to resist. Her body was moving on its own, dragging her back into the hallway in front of her guests' door.
She saw that the door wasn't quite closed, and as she drifted by she peered in and saw them standing there. It had been a quick glance, but she had seen that Jane was reaching behind her to unfasten her bra and Joe was standing in his shorts, folding his pants in front of him.
Ann rushed silently into her room and turned off the light, then crept back out to the hall. Now the only light was in the guest room and the guests were in view through that slot between the door and doorjamb. Ann's heart was pounding and her breath was rasping in her throat as it rushed in and out of her open mouth.
She was dressed in her flannel robe, and she grabbed at her tits through the thick material. Her cunt was buzzing with excitement. She couldn't remember ever being so turned on.
She got back to her vantage point just in time to see Jane toss her bra on a chair. Her tits drooped slightly. Huge, brown nipples covered the tips of those mammoth jugs, and as Jane bent down to pull off her pants, Ann saw her tits swing loose and low.
Ann shifted her attention to Joe, who had pulled off his shorts and was standing naked, looking at his wife. His prick was soft, but Ann thought she could see it begin to stir. As she focused on the hanging cock, she convinced herself that it was rising.
Oh, fuck her. Please fuck her, Ann repeated over and over to herself.
She wanted to see those two go at it. That was what had caused that strange feeling to settle in her stomach. It was pure voyeuristic lust. As Joe's cock rose so did Ann's hopes. She'd never seen anyone fuck before, and now she was suddenly dying to.
Jane pulled down her panties and stood naked. She didn't seem to notice her husband's interest, but she was giving Ann a good view. Jane was facing the door, showing Ann the dark patch of curls that hid her crack. Ann was amazed to feel an attraction to that fuzzy triangle.
Joe attracted Ann's attention again as he stepped toward his wife. His prick was almost fully inflated now, and Ann saw it twitching and bobbing its head. Joe came to his wife's side and reached for one of her sagging tits. As he scooped up the flagging boob and pressed his Angers into its softness, Ann sighed with pleasure.
Jane turned to face Joe and they kissed. Joe moved his hand down the delicate curve of his wife's back to her ass, where he grabbed another handful of flesh. His fingertips crept to her deep crevice and disappeared.
Ann couldn't believe how exciting it was to watch this scene acted out. It was better than having a guy caressing and kissing her, she realized, but she was too excited at the moment to think about it. She began to lift the long skirt of her gown to get her fingers busy in her cunt. She knew that she was going to witness a fucking, and she was going to enjoy it.
Joe led Jane to the bed and, standing by it, he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her again. Then he lifted her short body off the floor and together they fell onto the bed. They made a shivering sound as their naked bodies hit the cold sheets. They scrambled under the covers, pulling them up to their chins. Ann felt a profound disappointment fill her, but she was still hopeful of seeing quite a bit.
They began kissing again, and as they rolled around, the sheets and blankets began to be pulled down their bodies until Ann could see one of Jane's tits again. By this time, Ann had her gown pulled up to her waist and her hand on her itching quim. As she watched Joe put his hand around the jellied softness of that tit, Ann poked a finger carefully up her twat.
She wanted to last as long as the fuckers on the bed, so she kept her cuntal ticklings light. Still, her body doubled over slightly with the delicious sensations she was rubbing into herself. She managed to hold up her gown and play with her tit with her left hand. Standing there, playing with herself and watching those two on the bed was the greatest experience of her life, she thought. She was so excited that she had to be careful not to make too much noise breathing.
Joe kissed his way down his wife's neck to her tit. Ann crept closer to the door to get a better look. She could see him holding the tit as he lowered his face to it. His tongue came out and made circles around the hard nipples on the bumpy areola. Ann imitated the motion of his tongue on her own tit with her finger. Jane had her head thrown back in a fit of sexual bliss.
"M-mm-m, that feels so good, Honey," Jane said softly, but loudly enough for Ann to hear.
I'll bet it does, Ann thought silently as she watched that tongue moving around on the nipple.
She let herself pierce her twat deeper with her finger. She knew that as long as she stayed away from her clitoris she could stir herself up to a fever pitch without coming. She let her finger unconsciously wander around in the wet folds of flesh as she kept her eyes glued on the lovers.
Joe had sucked up a huge mouthful of his wife's tit and was munching noisily on it. Ann could see the covers move as he slid his hand down to Jane's twat. It looked like a gopher burrowing under a lawn. Ann wished she could watch that hand attack the cunt under there, but she wasn't doing too badly, and her lust was rising uncontrollably.
Before long, Joe was on his way down his wife's body again. Dragging the covers down with him, he was kissing a path down Jane's belly. Ann knew what was coming, and she crept even closer to the door to peer in. The deeper into their lovemaking they were, the less likely they would be to see her, Ann figured.
Jane lifted one knee and the covers slipped down. Now Ann could see her belly and thigh, and it was only the area between that she couldn't see; the best part. She rose up on her tiptoes, but still couldn't see her friend's cunt. But Joe slipped between her legs and pulled the covers all the way off. Now the sight of Jane's bristling cunt hair made Ann gasp.
Ann's view was from the side and foot of the bed, so she could see right into Jane's crotch now that Joe had uncovered it. His face was moving down her lower belly, and Ann saw his chin move into the hair, followed by his mouth and nose. He passed the hairy triangle and began kissing the tops of his wife's thighs, licking the creases between the thighs and pussy-mound.
Jane moved her body in sensuous grinds and sent her tits swimming on her chest. Ann watched the boobs wobbling around drunkenly, then fastened her gaze on Joe's work between Jane's legs again. He was moving his tongue over the surface of the curls, and when he thought he was at the right spot, he sent his tongue through the hairs to the salty lips within.
Ann could tell the exact moment his tongue entered her gash by the way Jane gave a shiver. She wished she could feel r, tongue in her cunt rather than her own finger, and she envied her friend, but at the same time she wouldn't have traded places. She could get her cunt lapped any time, and Tom was good at it, but the chance to watch someone else getting it was a rare opportunity.
Joe's head moved up and down and in circles as he filled Jane's snatch with licks of his lashing tongue. His wife's body was moving more and more wantonly as her passion mounted. Ann was doing pretty well out in the hallway too. She was switching hands in her twat, licking the juice from the hand she'd just pulled out. Then she went back to playing with her tit with her free hand.
When Ann saw Jane push one of her loose tits up to her face and suck on it, she did the same. Jane was rocking herself with a quick, steady rhythm now, brining her twat down on her husband's tongue with each rock. Faint, weak moans were drifting out of the crack in the door now, and Ann let her own moans out in time with Jane's so she wouldn't be heard.
Both women were getting close to spilling their lust, and Joe's bobbing head was increasing in speed. Ann rubbed her cunt faster and harder to keep up. The smell of her own cunt cream came wafting up to her nose.
Ann saw Jane give her body a violent twist and she knew she was coming. She gave her own clit a few good rubs and felt her own climax descend on her. She had to keep her jaw clenched tightly closed to avoid giving herself away. Even though Jane was making a lot of noise, Ann didn't dare chance spoiling the whole scene.
She had to reach out and grab the doorjamb to steady herself as she quaked in ecstasy. Usually, she closed her eyes when she came, but this time she fought to keep them opened so she could keep watching Jane writhing on the bed. It was a beautiful sight. She had always loved to look up at Tom as he came while fucking her, but she had never seen another woman climaxing. She knew she looked like that too, when Tom sucked her pussy.
Ann and Jane stopped shaking with tremors of rapture at about the same time. Ann stood leaning on the wall and Jane remained on her back on the bed. Joe crawled up beside his wife and rested his stiff prick on her thigh.
The sight of Joe's cock brought back Ann's interest, and she knew the show wasn't over. Before long, Jane began slithering down Joe's body to his prick. Ann saw her come face to face with the pulsing rod, stick her tongue out and give it a curling lick. The cock reacted by jerking more vigorously.
Jane attacked the prick with a flurry of licks, then opened wide and took the fat head into her mouth. Act two was going to be even better than act one, Ann told herself, and she wondered if she could manage to squeeze another orgasm out of her tired cunt. After watching Jane blow Joe for a few seconds, she was sure she could bring herself off once more.
When she tucked her fingers back into her twat the interior was very tender from recent hard use, but the bud of her clit was hardening again. Jane's head was moving up and down, making Joe's prick appear and disappear. She was really swallowing the dong, Ann could see, and she gave Jane credit for being a great cocksucker.
Jane lifted Joe's balls in her hand and slid her fingers under them. Ann could imagine what she was doing under there. She knew what she was doing to her own crotch-sinking three fingers in her flowing cave.
Jane's head began to lower on the fleshy pole until her nose was touching his pubic hair, and Ann realized that the cock head must be going right down her throat. She had never been able to swallow Tom like that, but she would have to try.
Suddenly, Jane lifted her head from Joe's tool, leaving it shining with her saliva and twitching violently.
"Fuck me," Jane said as she rolled over on her back.
Joe covered his wife's body with his own and poked his prick at her crotch. He reached down to guide himself to the wet lips, and Ann could see his ass glide down as he thrust his prick home. He began pumping in the same rhythm Jane had used when his cock had been in her mouth.
Ann could see his prick between their crotches when he lifted his hips. She could feel that prick in her own cunt as her imagination was stimulated by that incredible sight. Once again Jane began crying out in pangs of pleasure. They were both going to come this time, and Joe was already grunting with eager excitement.
Ann was thrusting two fingers up her snatch like a prick fucking her. Every time Joe sent his rod up Jane's cunt, Ann stabbed her pussy with those two fingers, and she gave her clit a jab with her thumb so she wouldn't be left behind when the fuckers on the bed hit their orgasms. Again she had to clamp her mouth shut to keep from giving herself away by screaming in passionate insanity.
Joe's hips began to pump wildly as he groaned in ecstasy. Jane's moans were getting, shrill too, and Ann felt her own orgasm bloom. Ann knew that Joe would be filling Jane's twat with thick cum. Her fingers were doing a good job in her cunt, but she wouldn't feel the searing heat of gism being pumped into her.
The bed under the lovers was creaking and bouncing as they crashed their hips together madly. She saw them collapse in a heap. Joe stayed on top of Jane, still and quiet.
Ann's orgasm melted away, and she backed into the dark. By the time she got into bed she was exhausted and would have fallen asleep immediately if she weren't still excited by the new thrill of having watched her friends fucking. She replayed the scene a few times, then dropped off to sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
The next morning Ann made breakfast for Jane, Joe and Tom. Jane and Joe looked different to her after having watched them fuck the night before. It was as if she were seeing them for the first time. She had never imagined Joe, with his trim and proper appearance, could be such a tiger in bed. Joe caught her looking at him a few times, and Ann was afraid he might know that she had peeked, but, of course, he didn't.
Joe and Jane had to get going early, but they promised to stop again on their way home. Tom and Ann had things to do too. They had to get to the shop and set up their stock.
At the end of the driveway, Tom and Ann, in the pick-up, headed one way, and waved to Joe and Jane, who went the other. Ann was still thinking about the things she'd seen the night before; but she felt a bit guilty for having invaded their privacy, and she didn't talk to Tom. She had a lingering suspicion that Tom knew, too.
"It would be nice if they really moved up here, but they never will," Tom said.
"I know. But if the antique shop really takes off maybe we could make them partners or something," Ann said.
They both knew that they were just talking, but they missed their old friends, and it was nice imagining them being neighbors again. Ann especially would like to have them near by after seeing what they were capable of in bed. And, although she didn't know about it, Tom's interest in them was fueled by his lust for Jane.
As they dragged old furniture and boxes of smaller items around the shop, they began to forget about Joe and Jane. The shop was the most important thing in their lives at the moment; it would mean being able to stay in Owlsport rather than go wherever they could make a living.
As they were working, there was a knock on the door. Opening it, Ann found Ted standing there.
"Hi, Ted. Come on it," she said happily.
Even though they had a lot of work to do, it was impossible not to be glad to see Ted. He carried a glow of good cheer around with him.
"Hi. I hope I'm not interrupting your labors, but I wanted to invite you both to a party," he said as he sat down on the church pew and stretched his feet, his heavy hiking boots out in front of him. Ted was very tall, slim and long wavy hair hung out of his knit cap. He wore a snarled beard and dressed in wool plaids and all the things that were popular out there in the country.
"Whose party?" Ann asked.
"Bert and Madge Taylor," he said. "Very nice people. A little older, but really beautiful. He's a painter, you know."
Ted was about thirty, the same age as Ann and Tom, and they wanted to know what he meant by "older".
"He's almost fifty, I guess. She's maybe forty," Ted said. "Very nice people. You'll like them. They heard about your opening the shop and wanted to meet you."
Ann and Tom hadn't met very many people in Owlsport yet, and they were glad to get the invitation. So far, Ted had been their best friend, and he'd been a good one. He had lived in Owlsport for almost ten years, and knew all about chopping wood and picking mushrooms and all the things that people did in the country. Being from the city, Ann and Tom thought all that stuff was like magic.
"Well, the party's tomorrow night, about eight. I'll stop over first so you can follow me there. It's sort of hard to find. Back in the woods, you know," Ted said. "Well, I'm off. Back to work now. Hey, the place is really shaping up," he said, looking around.
Then he was gone. Ann and Tom laughed at his good-natured enthusiasm, but they had lost the momentum to keep working.
"Let's go to the diner for lunch," Tom said.
They walked to the diner and sat at their usual spot at the counter. Betty came over to take their order.
"Hi. Did Ted invite you to the Taylors'?" Betty asked them.
Tom and Ann had that feeling of living in a transparent world again. It was a feeling they'd had since coming to that small town.
"Yeah. How did you know?" Ann said.
"I'm going too," Betty told them. "I was there when Bert Taylor told Ted to invite you."
That figured, Ann thought. Everybody knew what everybody else was doing; everybody always seemed to "be there" when something happened.
Betty was very nice, and good-looking, and they were glad they were going to get a chance to know her better. They already knew, from the grapevine, that she had two kids and had never been married. Betty was one of the few local people who had anything to do with the big-city refugees who'd moved to Owlsport in the past decade.
As Betty began to fry their hamburgers on the grill behind the counter, Tom watched her cute little ass wiggling inside her white uniform. He would rather have a bite of that ass than the hamburger. Ann noticed her husband looking at the girl, but she hoped to turn his interest to herself as soon as they god back to the shop.
"We got a lot done this morning," Ann said to Tom as they walked back to the shop.
"Yeah. There really isn't much more to do. I think we can open in a week or so," Tom said.
Ann was glad that the pressure was easing up. Now they would have time to pay more attention to each other. As soon as they were in the shop with the door closed behind them, Ann leaned against Tom's side and put her hand around him. She tucked her fingers into the back of his jeans and wiggled them down over his ass.
"Let's make love," she said.
"You mean right now? Here?"
Ann was still buzzing from the excitement of the night before. Having seen their friends in those positions of ecstasy, Ann was eager to try those things again herself. It would be thrilling to have Tom's head between her thighs after seeing how Joe and Jane looked in that funky pose.
Her cunt was already dripping juice into the crotch of her panties. Tom's prick had been stirring all through lunch from watching Betty moving around behind the counter, and he was ready to give his wife what she wanted. Reaching around her with a strong arm, he pulled her to his hard chest and they kissed.
As Tom drove his tongue deep into her mouth, Ann felt like a teenager again. The experience of peeking on Jane and Joe had turned her into a horny, wild bitch. She'd felt as though she'd have to attack Tom if he hadn't come across with what she so desperately needed. But he was right there with his grasping hands and probing tongue.
As her tit was held and squeezed in Tom's hand, Ann felt her cunt contract with hunger. His hard prick was pressing into her belly through their layers of clothes, and she was eager to free that stiff tool.
She pulled her face from his and looked around the shop. There was a big, heavy dinning room table that would make a perfect place to fuck.
"Let's do it on that table," she said to Tom. "Here, we can put these on it."
Ann grabbed two old fur coats that they'd picked up somewhere, and spread them on the table. Tom came over to her, and she reached up and began to unbutton his shirt. He did the same for her, and soon her tits were pointing at him unencumbered by her blouse. He bent forward and kissed one of the brown nipples, feeling it gather into a puckered knot at the touch of his lips.
When he stood straight up again, Ann sank to her knees in front of him and began unfastening his belt. Looking down at his wife, Tom realized he'd been lucky to have married such an uninhibited chick. She was digging into his pants for that dong that he knew she loved. His fly was pulled down and his pants opened by hurrying fingers. Ann pulled down his pants, letting them lay around his ankles. Then she grabbed his shorts and pulled them down, after unhooking them from his stiff prick which had gotten caught in the elastic.
Tom saw his prick hopping in the air in front of Ann's face, and he saw her touch it with a gentle wave of her fingers. Her touch made the cock leap. Tom saw her head move toward the bloated cock head, her tongue came out, then he felt that not wetness on his cock. Gasping with pleasure, he felt her mouth take his prick into a hot grip.
He put his hands on the sides of her head as Ann reached around his thighs and touched the muscular cheeks of his ass. That made Tom shiver, and the shiver made Ann slip her fingers closer to the hole that was hidden in his crack. Her head moved toward Tom's belly, sliding his prick deep into her throat.
Slowly, Ann moved her head back and forth, giving it a twist every now and then as she bathed that prick in her saliva. Her middle finger of one hand wiggled into the valley between the cheeks of his ass and neared the tight asshole. Tom stepped out of his lowered pants and spread his legs so she could reach that puckered hole.
Watching his cock appear, covered with shining saliva every time Ann slid her head back, Tom was climbing to the heights of passion. He knew that his wife would suck him until he was vibrating with lust, then offer her cunt to him for similar treatment. She cupped his sagging balls with one hand while the other was taking good care of his ass.
Tom's noisy breathing told-Ann that he was where she wanted him. She let his prick out of her mouth and slowly stood. When he was in a fit of heat like that, she knew, he would eat her twat with all the skill of an experienced cunt-lapper-which he certainly was.
Ann felt his wet prick touch her belly as she kissed him on the neck. Then she climbed up on the fur-covered table. She knew it was a good idea to throw those coats on the table, but she hadn't realized how good it would be. The thick fur flattened under her asscheeks, but where her body wasn't pressed on the fur, it remained fluffy and soft. It filled her crotch and the area between her thighs, touching her like a million gentle fingers. When she laid back, the fur seemed to catch and hold her in a loving embrace.
Ann. moved back so Tom would have room to crawl up between her legs. He thrilled at the touch of the fur on his body too, and as he got into sucking position, his prick and balls were buried in that animal comfort.
"We should keep these old coats just to fuck on," he said.
"Yes, let's. It feel great," Ann agreed.
Tom leaned over her body and kissed her tits. Taking each blunt tip into his mouth, he licked, sucked and bit those hard nipples. He pressed his face between the mounds and held them tightly at each side of his head. The soft warmth of her boobs always filled him with greedy pleasure, and he knew that Ann loved it too, especially when she was waiting to have her cunt lapped.
When her tits were covered with his saliva, Tom held them in his hands and moved his face lower. Her stomach was like a smooth field to play on as he dragged his face along, kissing and rubbing his cheeks on the soft skin.
Down and down, he went, until his cheek felt the tangle of curls on her mound. The odor of a hot, wet cunt filled Tom's nostrils. He kissed her thighs, and around the triangle of hair, and finally spread her lips and his fingers, exposing the interior of her twat. Lifting his head to take a look at the slot, Tom was treated to the sight of his wife's most prized possession.
Then Tom moved his face forward into the forest of hair. His tongue came out and found the slot. Ann lifted her legs as he began swishing his tongue over the slippery flesh between her lips. Tom loved to eat his wife's cunt, and his love for it showed in his eagerness. His face was soon soaking with her fragrant juice as he wagged his head and lashed his tongue.
Tom could look up over the horizon on Ann's belly and watch her face and tits. The latter were wobbling around with her movements and framed her face beyond, wearing that look of passion that looked so good on her. Tom kept watching her face and saw her lips open as she began moaning softly.
The fur under his prick kept Tom on the razor's edge as he brought Ann up to his level of lust. Ann seemed to be enjoying this cunt-lapping even more than usual, and he attributed it to the fur and his own excitement. If he had known it was because she was thinking of a scene she'd witnessed in their own house the night before, he would have been amazed, if not shocked.
Ann had her eyes closed and on the insides of her eyelids her memory was projecting the sight of Joe eating Jane's pussy. As Ann wiggled her hips in passion, she pictured her friend doing the same, and it increased her pleasure three-fold. When she realized that Tom must look just like Joe had as he wagged his tongue in Jane's twat, she got another boost in her lust.
Ann had the strange desire to step back, out of her body, and watch herself being eaten. She opened her eyes and looked down at Tom's head just beyond the dark patch of her pubic hair. She saw him looking up at her so she tried to smile, but it wasn't easy since her face was already twisted in a grimace of lust. Struggling up into a sort of sitting position, supported by her arms behind her, she peered down at the face bobbing in her crotch.
She could see that Tom's nose and cheeks were wet with her juice, but she couldn't see his tongue or her own slot, so she let herself fall back on the fur. There was no way she could see what he was doing to her, and she would just have to enjoy the way it felt, and satisfy her voyeuristic needs with her memory and imagination.
Tom wondered why she had sat up like that, she had never done it before, but he never would have guessed. He just kept covering her gash with movements of his pointed tongue. Ann was moaning louder now, as she usually did at that time, and Tom increased his tonguing.
"Uh-h-h-h-H-H," Ann gasped with a jerk of her body. "Come on, B-baby. F-f-fuck mm-m...."
She held her shaking arms out toward Tom and he scrambled over her. Her cunt was such a soaking mess that his prick slid up her cave without having to be guided in, and he covered her mouth with his own cuntjuice-smeared mouth. Their tongues met as his prick began to slide in and out.
Ann's tunnel was contracting with spasmic twitches as she was taken over by her orgasm. She pumped her hips and writhed wildly under Tom's hard-working body. It seemed to him that her cunt was trying to swallow his prick, but he kept pulling it back from those sucking lips of her starving cunt.
Since she'd already sucked his prick and it had been swimming in the fur as he ate her, Tom's orgasm wasn't far behind Ann's. As his prick sank in the depths of her cunt, then was drawn out until the head was between the lips, he began to feel the waves of joy that preceded spilling his gism.
Ann passed the peak of her pleasure and looked up at Tom's face as he closed in on ecstasy. She remembered the faces she'd seen the night before as they wore a similar expression, and again felt the pang of perverted pleasure that was part of that strange thrill of peeking. She could see on her husband's face all the passion that was in him.
As his prick jerked inside her, searing her cunt lining with hot cream, it was all written there on his twisted features. Still, Ann would have like to stick her head in her crotch and watch that prick ramming up her tunnel. She wondered if there were any positions she could use that would give her a good view.
Tom was winding down, collapsing on Ann's tits, his chest heaving with great sighs. They lay there like that, as they always did after a fucking, but this time Ann was thinking about something else. She couldn't get the scene she'd seen the night before out of her mind, and it was a constant source of lust. If she thought there was another such scene available to her eyes, she would have thrown Tom off her and run to see it.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next day, right after Tom and Ann finished dinner, they heard Ted's Jeep pull up to take them to the Taylors' party. Ann answered the door and brought Ted in. He had Betty, from the diner, with him.
"Hope we're not too early," Ted said. "There's plenty of time."
"Take off your coat," Tom said. "Come on in, sit down and have a drink."
Tom was already taking sly peeks at Betty's tits, as he mixed four drinks. Ted pulled out a baggie full of marijuana and began rolling a joint. They all sat in front of the fire, sipping drinks and smoking grass.
"Who's going to be at this party?" Ann asked. "Oh, I don't know. Probably the Clarks, the Apples, Arnold Bums. The regular crowd," Ted said.
Ann and Tom had heard of most of those people, but had only met a few of them. This party was going to be a good chance for them to meet the people they'd been hearing about.
"Let's just hope certain people don't show up," Betty said.
Ann and Tom looked at her in surprise.
"Betty's old boy friend is back in town and is giving her a hard time," Ted said. "He told me to stay away from her. Can you imagine? He hasn't even seen her for three years and he thinks he owns her."
This was getting exciting, Ann thought. Since they'd been in Owlsport they seemed to hear about all sorts of problems and fights people had been having. In the city those things were always hushed up, but here everything seemed out in the open. The idea that before the night was over they might see Ted defending his right to go out with Betty seemed exciting.
After another drink and a few more joints, it was time to go. Things started early in the country. In the city, Ann and Tom would go to parties at nine or nine-thirty, but in Owlsport, people went to bed early and got up early.
Ann and Tom followed Ted and Betty in their own car. Before long, Tom was glad that Ted had offered to lead them there. They would never have been able to follow directions to the place. It was on the other side of the lake, off the main road, up the ridge, then off on a dirt road that snaked through the woods.
Finally, they came to a clearing full of parked cars and a beautiful, modern house. It was lighted in every window and seemed strange out there in the black darkness of the woods. As soon as they got out of their cars they could hear loud conversations and laughter. They were glad it was going to be that sort of party. They didn't want to face a bunch of strangers if everyone was solemn and quiet.
Ted kept leading them even though the cars were parked. He opened the front door and walked in without knocking. The house was full. They left their coats on a bed in one of the bedrooms, and began milling about. The people looked like typical transplanted city types. They wore jeans and work shoes or hiking boots, but none of their clothing looked broken in.
A lot of the faces were familiar. After all, in a town that size it didn't take long to see just about everybody on the street or in a restaurant. Ann and Tom lost Ted somewhere and were on their own.
"Hello there. You must be the Gables," A good-looking, older guy said to them. "I'm Bert Taylor."
Tom introduced Ann and himself. Soon, Madge Taylor came over and joined them. She was a very beautiful woman, Tom noticed, and even though she was at least ten years older than him, he couldn't help wondering how a woman her age would be in bed.
"So, you're the young couple opening the antique store." Then she looked around and called a man over. "This is John Cramer, your competition. These are the people opening that new shop, John."
It turned out that John had had the only antique shop in the vicinity until then. He seemed very nice and he gave them some advice. Then he disappeared into the crowd.
Ann and Tom made their way to the bar, but on the way Ann was waylaid by Madge. Tom found himself drifting. He grabbed a drink and spotted Betty standing alone. This would be a good chance to get to know her, Tom thought as he sidled up to her.
"Any sign of your boy friend?" he asked.
"No. I really don't think he would show up here. Ted just likes to exaggerate."
"Are you and Ted, uh, lovers?" Tom asked.
Betty smiled at him but didn't say anything at first. Tom smiled back at her.
"Sometimes," she finally said. "We help each other out once in a while, you might say."
That was an interesting answer, Tom thought. He wondered if she would help him out someday. They made small talk for a while. Betty told him the guy Ted had mentioned was the father of her first baby. He was run out of town for getting her pregnant, and now he showed up with big plans for her and the baby.
As interesting as her story was, Tom was having trouble paying attention. He was distracted by her tits and the way her hips flared. He had never fucked another chick since he'd married Ann, but he was getting restless. He was wondering what the best way to get this chick alone would be.
When Ann found her husband talking to Betty she figured it was normal since she was one of the few people they knew there. She came up to join them. Tom hoped his face didn't give him away. He left Ann and Betty after a few minutes and began cruising. After a few drinks, he was less shy about meeting his new neighbors, and he talked to a lot of people, but he kept track of Betty.
After about an hour the mood of the party seemed to change. Most of the people were at least tipsy, and almost all of them had been passing joints around. Ann had checked out the action in the bedrooms, and found that several times a guy and chick would go into one of them and close the door.
When she saw Sarah, a woman she'd just met, duck into one of the bedrooms with a guy she'd met with his wife, she got too interested to let the opportunity pass. There wasn't anyone else in the hallway, so she strolled over to the door and listened. She didn't hear anything, but noticed that light was coming through the keyhole.
It would be terribly embarrassing to be caught on her knees at a keyhole, but she knew she was going to have to chance it. Taking a look around to make sure she was alone, she crouched down to the keyhole and peered through it. Cool air was streaming out of the hole and it made her eye water, but she kept looking.
The two people were sitting on the bed, the guy holding Sarah's hand. They were talking, but Ann couldn't make out what it was they were saying.
Just seeing them through the keyhole like that was so exciting that Ann's heart was pounding. If anything was going to happen, she wondered what she would do.
"Okay, but let's hurry," she heard Sarah say through the door.
Ann swallowed hard in a grip of hope and passion as they began moving around. She saw Sarah reach up under her skirt and pull her panties off. They guy unfastened his pants and pulled them down. His prick was already stiff.
Sarah pulled her skirt up around her waist and lay back on the pile of coats on the bed. The guy kissed her as he lowered himself between her legs. Ann could see his prick searching for the entrance to the girl's crotch. Soon, they were coupled and pumping.
Ann's throat was dry as she breathed quickly and heavily in the excitement of voyeuristic pleasure. The fuckers were pumping fast in an attempt to get it over with before they were caught. If they'd known they were already caught, in a way, they might have jumped up and hidden from the prying eye, but Ann had a feeling that they wouldn't even have minded.
Then, through her lust-addled brain, she heard a sound behind her. She sprang from the door and tripped. She managed to catch herself on one hand, sprawled clumsily. Her drink had spilled.
"Can I help?" a voice asked.
Ann looked up to see Phil Apple reach toward her with a helping hand. She took his hand and stood up.
"I tripped," she said. Her face burned with excitement and fear that he'd seen her looking through the keyhole. She wanted to get away from him as fast as possible, but she couldn't do that without seeming suspicious.
Phil looked at her strangely, then looked at the door. Ann realized that he hadn't seen her looking through the keyhole, but she could see him figuring out what she'd been up to as sounds of wanton pleasure came drifting through the door. His eyebrows lifted slightly, and Ann looked down at the floor.
"Clumsy of me to have spilled my drink," she said, and picked up the glass.
"Let me get you another," he offered.
Ann thanked him and walked with him to the bar. Anything to get away from the moans of pleasure that could be heard clearly now, giving her perversion away.
Ann got away from Phil as soon as she could and drank her fresh drink down in one long gulp. She was trembling from the close call, and was promising herself never to peek again.
She'd had enough for one night, and decided to find Tom and tell him that she wanted to go home. He wasn't anywhere in sight though, and she began to feel impatient. The only thing to do was to have another drink.
If Ann hadn't been scared to continue peeking, she might have found Tom. He had seen Betty heading for the bathroom and had followed, not knowing what would happen. He saw the bathroom door close and he waited. After all the drinks he'd had he felt that anything was possible.
His head was floating, but he wasn't too drunk to know what he was doing. He was just drunk enough to have all the courage he would need to make a pass at the gorgeous little chick.
The door soon opened and Betty stepped out. She saw Tom standing there and smiled. He moved toward her, and Betty began to move out of his way, thinking he was heading for the bathroom, but she soon realized that he was coming toward her. Tom reached out for her hips, too drunk to worry about what might happen.
When Betty looked up at him and closed her eyes as he bent to kiss her, he felt an exhilaration lift him off the floor. As they kissed, he backed her into the bathroom and closed the door. Holding each other tightly, they ground their faces together madly, wrestling with their tongues.
Tom reached up and took her tit in his hand. The feel of another woman's tit was glorious to him after being so used to Ann's tits. Betty's were saggier, but full and big. He lifted the jug as if he were weighing it, and buried his fingers in its softness.
With his prick hard and throbbing, he pressed himself to Betty's stomach and she moved her body to give his cock a rub. Tom sank to his knees and pulled Betty's sweater up. Under it, she wore a jersey, and he began tugging it out of her pants. Before long, and with her help, he had her tits bared.
He looked at the round, heavy globes resting lightly on the ribs beneath. Her nipples were already hard and tight. She was so short that Tom could reach her tits easily even though he was on his knees, and he sucked in one of those brown berries. Betty held his head tightly to her living pillow of softness.
They wouldn't have much time, so he couldn't dawdle at her tits. As he sucked, he fumbled at her pants, but she had to help him get them unfastened. Tom pulled his head back to watch her lower her pants, and when he saw her cute little patch of brown curls he dove for it.
Betty caught him and pulled him away.
"No. Fuck me," she said.
Tom was too drunk to think of what might have happened if he had eaten her then gone back to his wife with the smell of pussy on his face.
He helped Betty up on the edge of the sink. She spread her legs and Tom moved between them. Betty helped get his cock into her tight snatch. First, she moved his fat head around in her slot to get her nice and juicy. Tom noticed that her hand didn't even reach all the way around his prick and he wondered if it was going to fit in her cunt.
He stood there, swaying slightly as she did all the maneuvering. Putting a leg around each side of his body, she pulled his prick to her cuntal mouth.
Tom leaned forward until he felt his prick moving into the tight sock of her twat. They had to go slow, waiting for Betty's cunt to stretch enough to accommodate Tom's big prick.
When he was all the way in, he realized that he'd never worn such a tight pussy. It was stretched over him like a sausage skin. When he pulled and pushed, he felt the most incredible sensation of wet flesh sliding over his bulging dong. He held Betty's ass as he lunged with faster and deeper strokes.
They were soon grunting, but Betty put her hand over Tom's mouth to quiet him. She could tell he wasn't used to getting quickies in bathrooms at parties.
As he fucked her, he began to lift her from the sink until she was holding on to him around the neck with her arms and around the waist with her legs. Tom was standing, supporting both of them, and swinging his hips to bounce her on his cock. The alcohol slowed him down, and by the time he was filling her with hot gism, he was sweating and panting.
When he put her down, she told him to rinse his face. She dried him off and helped him get dressed. By the time they were both ready to go back into the living room, they'd been in the bathroom for quite a while.
"Wait until I see if the coast is clear," Betty said.
Tom stayed out of sight as she opened the door.
"Oh, just a minute please," he heard her say. Then she closed the door and faced him with a strange look on her face. "There are three people waiting to get in here, and one of them is Ann."
That sobered Tom up. "What'll we do?" he asked.
"You have to go out the window," Betty said.
He knew she was right. They opened the window and he crawled out. It was a small window, and he was a big guy. Betty had to shove with all her might. Tom fell into the snow outside and got up. His leg was scraped and his neck hurt, but he knew he'd better get back into the house before he was seen out there.
He ran to the front door and let himself in. Brushing the snow off him, he walked into the living room with as much nonchalance as he could muster. Betty met him and told him to come into the kitchen. There she helped him dry off with some paper towels, and he soon looked almost as good as new.
"Where have you been?" Ann asked when she finally found him.
"I, uh, stepped out for some air," he said. He thought it was brilliant to make up that excuse since his feet were wet anyhow.
"Outside?" Ann asked.
"Yea," Tom said innocently. Alcohol made it easier to tell a lie, he discovered.
"I'm ready to go," Ann said. "How about you?"
"Yeah, I'm ready," Tom said.
They found the Taylors and thanked them, said good by to the people they ran into on their way-out, and left. As they went outside, they met Phil Apple. He said he hoped Ann was feeling okay, and she noticed that he was with the woman she'd peeked at in the bedroom. Of course, Ann realized, that was Sarah Apple she'd been peeking at when Phil almost caught her.
"What did he mean he hoped you were okay?" Tom asked.
"Got me," she said. "Do I look all right?"
Tom drove home slowly, trying to remember the way to the Taylors. He was hoping for another invitation from them soon.
CHAPTER FIVE
A few days after the party, Joe and Jane came back to Tom and Ann's on their way home. They came for dinner and were going to spend the night. Naturally, Ann was in a passion with the idea of peeking at them again. The promise she made to herself never to peek again when she had almost been caught peeking at the party by Phil Apple, was forgotten as the memory of the pleasure she'd derived from voyeurism far outstripped the embarrassment.
Ann could hardly enjoy the company of her old friends because she was so anxious for them all to go to bed so she could have another chance to peek. Tom was drinking a lot again, and Ann kept filling his glass. If he didn't go right to sleep, her chances would be shot.
In an effort to get Jane and Joe in the mood to put on a show for her, Ann was giving Joe good shots of her tits as they appeared in her low-cut sweater when she bent in front of him to pour him drinks. Also, she had worn a skirt so she could show him her creamy thighs as she sat facing him.
Joe didn't fail to notice the view, Ann was glad to see, and she got a little carried away. She sat with her knees apart, and even hung one of her legs over the arm of the easy chair, showing Joe the white crotch of her panties. She watched to see if Jane or Tom were wise to her, but Tom was too interested in ogling Jane to notice, and Jane was talking and laughing in her usual good humor without suspecting a thing.
Joe and Jane were on their way back from visiting with Jane's parents and they told Ann and Tom all about it. Joe was a good story-teller, and he made it sound like a lot of fun and very funny. Jane kept interrupting him to correct some point of fact, but the correction wasn't as funny as the way Joe told it.
Tom told them that the shop was almost ready to open, and he gave them the usual pitch about moving to Owlsport. Tom even mentioned that if the shop worked out, they could hire them. Joe thanked him, but repeated that he didn't think he could ever leave his good job in the city.
Ann could see that Tom was ready to fall asleep, and she wondered how she could get them all to retire. She didn't really feel like yawning, but she managed one anyhow because she knew that yawns were contagious and they could remind someone that they were tired when they were too high or numb to realize it.
It worked perfectly. After Ann yawned, Tom opened his mouth and pulled in a huge amount of air. Next, Jane gave a diminutive yawn with her hand placed daintily in front of her mouth.
Ann hadn't said a word in a while, and she refused to add fuel to the conversation. She just wanted everything to stop and everyone to go upstairs. Finally, Joe reached over to his wife's knee and gave it a playful slap.
"Well, Honey, are you ready to hit the hay?" Jane said she was, and Ann felt a rush of excitement as if she'd just been offered a rare treat. Actually, she had, or at least the chance of one. She told Tom that they should go to bed too.
"I'll wash up in the kitchen," Ann said. "So you two can go right up and have the bathroom."
Ann knew that Tom would fall right into bed without washing as he usually did when he was stoned. Joe and Jane climbed the stairs and Ann prodded Tom out of his chair and sent him on his way. Then she went into the kitchen and hurriedly washed.
As she climbed the stairs, she felt like a teenage bride on her way to her first fuck. That was how exciting the prospect of seeing her guests fucking was to her new, perverted tastes. The guestroom door was closed, but not all the way, just like last time, Ann noticed with a wave of lust running through her as she entered her own room. Tom had left this clothes scattered around and was in bed. Ann turned off the light and walked to the door.
Someone was in the bathroom, and peeking out, Ann saw Joe leave the bathroom and go into the bedroom. He was dressed, but was already unbuttoning his shirt. Then Jane went into the bathroom. Ann waited until they were both back in the guestroom, then she went to the bathroom, passing the guestroom door and taking a quick look.
Just like last time, the door wasn't completely closed and she caught sight of the two of them in there. Then she crept to their door and listened and peeked. Jane was stepping out of her undies, her curvy, compact body shining in the soft light. Ann felt a jolt of lesbian passion as she watched Jane's tits swing as she stood back up.
But it was Joe's emerging body that she was most interested in. He was just pulling down his pants too, and his underpants followed, giving Ann another look at his big, beautiful cock. It was soft, but she was hoping for the best. Jane slipped under the covers as Joe moved around the room putting things away.
"Do you feel like making it?" Jane asked her husband.
Ann's body tensed. Yes, yes, please say yes, she chanted to herself.
"I'm sort of tired," Joe said. "Let's wait until morning."
"Yeah, okay. I'm tired too," Jane said.
Ann's heart sank. She felt like a kid who'd stood in line for ice cream only to have it run out just as her turn came. How could she have been cheated like that, she wondered, and what would she do with the lust that was already raging inside her?
She watched Joe slip into a pair of pajamas and slide into bed next to his wife. He reached up and turned off the light. Ann silently carried her disappointment to her own bed. She could have cried. Grabbing her tits, she tried to revive the sexual feelings in her that had almost died from her disappointment, but her tits seemed lifeless.
She was too frustrated to sleep and too unhappy to jerk off. It was agony to have been so close to ecstasy only to be left in the dark. Finally, she felt herself slipping off to sleep, but then a noise brought her back to her wakeful unhappiness.
With her eyes wide in the dark room, Ann listened. The sound came again, and there could be no doubting that it was a gentle knock on her door. She sat up, but didn't move. What could it mean? Then she saw the door open slightly, and in the faint light of the hallway a head was outlined.
"Ann?" a voice whispered. It was Joe, Ann realized.
She slid out of bed and went to the figure at her door. She held her nightgown around her in a mock modesty.
Joe moved out of her way so Ann could slip out in the hall with him. She couldn't imagine what he wanted, but she knew that she'd better not wake Tom.
"What is it?" she whispered.
Joe was standing there in his pajamas, and Ann couldn't help noticing that there was a slight bulge at his crotch. His prick was rising.
"Come downstairs for a minute. I want to talk to you," Joe said.
They went down to the living room and sat near the still-warm fireplace.
"I hope you weren't too disappointed when Jane and I didn't fuck," he said.
Ann felt her jaw drop and her cheeks flush. So Joe knew what she'd been up to. Again her perversion had gotten her into an embarrassing position. Should she deny that she knew what he was talking about? she wondered. She decided to say nothing and see what would happen next. Joe didn't seem angry.
"Don't be embarrassed," Joe said. "I dig peeking, too."
"I just happened to notice you stepping out of your pants and it caught my eye," she said. "I wasn't going to watch you and Jane...."
She decided to shut up. If he knew she had watched them fuck the last time they had stayed, she would be making an ass and a liar out of herself.
"Come on," Joe said with a smile. "Let's level with each other. I would have loved to watch Tom slipping it to you. I'm not ashamed to admit it."
"Well, why tell me about it?" Ann asked. She really didn't know what he had in mind.
"I thought we'd have some fun," he said. "If you want to peek at me, I'll do something that'll make it worthwhile. Then, if you want to repay the favor, you can. I'd love to watch you doing something interesting."
Ann was intrigued and excited, but she didn't know exactly what Joe had in mind. It was strange being in this position with a guy she'd known for years.
"What do you want to do?" she asked with interest.
"Want to watch me jerk off?" he asked.
Ann didn't answer right away. The question seemed too absurd, but it wasn't any more absurd than her peeking into Joe's room. Her new perversion had put her in a totally different position. As Joe's words sunk in, she realized that she would love to watch him jerk off. In fact, she couldn't think of anything she'd like better.
Ann wanted to tell him that she'd take him up on his deal, but she simply couldn't say no. After being a normal, proper girl for so long she found it impossible to tell an old friend that she would indeed like to watch him jerk off. She couldn't even nod her head. Fortunately, she didn't have to. Joe realized the difficulty she was having, so he just pretended that she'd said yes.
"Can I watch you jerk off too?" he asked.
Again, Ann was gripped by a fantastic surge of lust. If his words were having such a powerful effect on her, what would happen if she actually did what he was suggesting? Joe saw that she was paralyzed with lustful fear, so he just began the game and let her pick it up when she was ready.
He stood and, ignoring Ann's presence on the couch, began to unbutton his pajama tops. Ann could see that the crotch of the bottoms was standing out like a tent. Her cunt was going wild, leaking juice over the tops of her thighs. She wanted so badly to show Joe how she could take care of her pussy that she trembled, but she was still too shocked to budge.
Joe dropped his pajama tops on the couch, then pulled off the bottoms. Ann's eyes widened as she saw his stiff prick twitching in front of him. She knew that she could have taken that cock and put it in her mouth or cunt, but what Joe had suggested was so much more exciting. She was still trying to gather her courage to join in the game.
Joe lifted the iron poker from the fireplace and poked the red coals. Then he put on a small log and blew on the coals. As Ann watched his balls swinging between his legs, below his ass, she felt her arms loosen and she thought she might be able to pull her nightgown off.
Joe turned to face her again, and Ann glued her eyes to his prick. He just stood there and reached down to the spike bouncing in front of him. Ann watched as he wrapped his hand around the cock. After giving the loose skin a few strokes, he let go of the handle and grabbed his balls. Cradling them in his palm, his prick was free to bob steadily again.
Without taking her eyes from the incredible sight of him playing with himself, Ann grabbed the hem of her gown and began tugging it up over her legs. Lifting her ass from the crotch, she moved the flannel out from under her, then lost sight of Joe as she lifted the garment up over her head.
She'd never felt as naked as she did there on the couch with Joe looking down at her. She didn't look him in the eye, but just kept watching him handling his own prick and balls. She knew what she had to do, and it seemed that Joe was waiting.
He sat on the opposite end of the couch from her, still holding his balls. Resting his back on the arm of the couch, he brought his feet up and faced Ann.
She could look right into his crotch, seeing his balls hanging over the crack of his ass. The way his prick was standing, Ann could see the interesting pattern that guys had on the underside of their prick-head. Joe was running his fingers over the prick, taking his time so he wouldn't get too far ahead of Ann in their mutual masturbation.
Without saying a word, Ann slowly copied Joe's position on the couch. She could feel his eyes on the wet, hairy mound in the space between her thighs. Letting her legs open, she felt the cool air of the room on her exposed inner lips. She shook with excitement and kinky rapture as she realized that she was going to go through with this weird game.
Glancing up at Joe's face, she saw that he was staring into her cunt with as much horny fascination as she'd been watching his prick. Ann saw him slip his tongue out to wet his dry lips, and his eyelids were drooping in an expression of passion.
Ann brought her trembling hands to her thighs, touched the warm flesh and began sliding them down to her cunt. She let herself slide down in the couch, bringing her twat farther up into Joe's view. She'd jerked off in front of mirrors enough to know exactly what he was seeing, and she knew it was quite a sight.
As her fingers neared her twat, Joe grabbed his cock and slowly pumped the skin. It was becoming easier for Ann now, and she spread her legs farther. Then her fingers reached the padded lips and pulled them apart. She knew that the pink interior of her quim would be shining with love juice and the entrance to the cave would be stretched open so he could look right into it.
By that time, the direct joys of handling herself were equaling the perverted pleasure of making herself a display of masturbatory wantonness, and her movements were becoming automatic. As she touched the wiggling inner lips of her snatch, she lifted her other hand to one of her tits.
Now she was jerking off just as she always did. She watched Joe's fist moving up and down the shaft of his prick. She wanted to touch that standing dong, but she knew that would detract from the delicious kinkiness of this perverted sport.
As her finger stirred around in her twat, it also stirred up her lust. She lifted a leg over the back of the couch, giving Joe the greatest possible view, and herself the best possible access to her cunt. She pushed her tit up to her face and began to lick the nipple as she dipped her fingers into the deep tunnel of passion between her legs.
Ann alternated dipping her fingers up her snatch with rubbing the clit and folds of flesh surrounding it. She had done the same thing thousands of times, but the added ingredient of Joe's gaze in her crotch made it a hundred times more pleasurable.
Dropping her tit, she used both hands in her crotch. With one, she would slide a few fingers up and down in her cunt sleeve, and with the other she covered the hard kernel of her clit with quick, light strokes. Every few seconds, she would lift the clit-brushing hand to her face and smell and lick the juice of it.
She knew that she was giving Joe all he could ask for, and he was giving her a good show too. His hand was still moving up and down his pole, but now he had slipped his other hand down to his ass and was tickling that tight hole down there. Ann hoped to see him enter that pit, and to give him some encouragement, she slipped her ring finger up her own asshole.
Joe watched her fingering her cunt and ass with fascinated lust. He began wiggling his own finger up the aperture of hiss ass, but first he drooled some saliva on the finger to lubricate it. He loved to finger his ass while he jerked off, as did Ann, and the thought that that lusty chick was watching him do that kinky thing thrilled him.
Ann's hips began pumping as her orgasm began to make itself felt. It was still in its infancy, but it wouldn't take long to grow into a full-fledged eruption. Ann shook with more and more desperation as her fingers wiggled in the twin holes of her crotch. Her tits quaked and her muscles tensed. In her passion, she had arched her back and brought her crotch up nearer Joe's staring eyes.
She began to moan, and Joe began a wild gasping sound. The couch was getting a real workout as they both felt their orgasms overpower them. Ann shook her hips like a woman shakes a dust mop out the window. Her fingers remained plugged in and wiggling, but her other hand was now needed to hold on to the couch. That gave Joe a better view anyhow.
Then it hit her. The result of that perverted showing and watching was one of the most powerful climaxes of her life. She tried to keep her moaning and groaning down so she wouldn't wake the sleeping spouses upstairs. She shook and drilled her cunt. It wasn't easy to keep her eyes on Joe's jerking prick, but she did, and was rewarded with the sight of his cum spurting. It would have been a shame to miss that beautiful sight after all that.
His gism rose over his body and came down all over his belly. In her last pangs of ecstasy, Ann wished one of those gobs would come flying her way.
They both began slowing down at the same time, letting their asses settle into the soft couch. Then, breathing heavily, they looked at each other with dizzy smiles on their faces. They were both still holding their sexual tools, but they were now breathing hard from exhaustion rather than passion.
"That was fabulous," Joe said. His words seemed to break the barrier of perversion. They were old friends again, rather than displays for each other's stimulation.
"I'm glad you saw me at your door," Ann said. "I thought I was the only one interested in peeking, but even I would never have thought up something like this."
Now that they were finished with the game, Ann didn't see why she shouldn't lean over and slurp up the spilled gism from Joe's stomach. Her tits hung and rested on his thighs as she stuck out her tongue and lifted each white puddle.
When she'd cleaned off his prick too, she sat back.
"We'd better go to bed," Joe said. "It wouldn't look good if we were both knocked out tomorrow morning.
Ann slipped into her nightgown as Joe put on his pajamas. He followed her up the stairs, and she waited to feel his hand on her ass. He slid his hand up her gown and gave her thigh a squeeze. Then, when they reached the top of the stairs, he left her to go into his own room without a word.
Ann was afraid for a moment that she would find Tom awake, but he was snoring softly as she went in. As she drifted off to sleep, she felt grateful to Joe for being so clever and kinky. She had the feeling that there would be a lot of new adventures in store for her.
CHAPTER SIX
Since the jerking off session with Joe, Ann was in a voyeuristic passion. She made love with Tom with more eager wantonness because of the residual thrill from seeing Joe jerk off. She even suggested that she and Tom jerk off together, and they tried it. It was fun, but it lacked the kinky excitement of the first time.
One evening Ann was surprised by a new development in their vicinity.
"Looks like the Apples are moving into their summer place," Tom said as he gazed out the window.
"What do you mean?" Ann asked.
"Didn't you know that the house down the hill belongs to Phil and Sarah?"
"No," said Ann. It was news to her, good news. She remembered watching Sarah Apple fucking that guy in the Taylors' bedroom.
"During the winder they live in an apartment above Phil's office, and in the summer they live over there," Tom explained.
Ann went to the window and looked out. She knew that that house was someone's summer home, but she had never known to whom it belonged. It was strange to see the windows lit and smoke rising from the chimney.
As she looked at the lit windows, she began to feel her voyeuristic lust rising in her. She found that she was wondering what it would be like to walk across the fields that separated the two houses. Then she forced the thought out of her mind. The idea of sneaking up to the Apples' house to peek in the windows was ridiculous. If she tried it, she would probably be attacked by a dog or something.
The Apples' house became an obsession to Ann. She would look across the dark fields at it, and when she was outside, she would plot a course to it in her mind. She hadn't had a chance to wander around their place much; she and Tom had only been there since the fall, and everything had always been covered with snow. But now she could see that all she would have to do would be to go down the hill behind her house, across the field and the small creek, and she would be there.
But it was still out of the question, she told herself. Whenever she caught herself planning a night raid on the Apples' windows, she would force the thought from her mind. She wouldn't even let herself think about the possibilities that were available to her perverted needs a mere quarter-mile away.
Then, a few days before the shop was to open, the Apples came over for a visit. It was just after dinner, and they only stayed a little while. They proved to be very nice people, and even though Tom and Ann hardly knew them, they were soon laughing and talking as though they'd been friends for years.
Before they left, the Apples invited Tom and Ann to their place the next evening for cocktails. They said there would be a few other people there too. Ann immediately took the invitation as a chance to look their place over for voyeuristic opportunities, but she drove that thought out of her mind like all the other thoughts on the topic.
Nevertheless, the next day as they drove up the Apples' drive, Ann was looking at the land that led over to her place. She could see her own house across the field, and there didn't seem to be any obstacles to prevent her from strolling over one night. There was no sign of a dog either.
The Taylors were there, along with some people Ann and Tom hadn't met. It was a subdued party compared to the one the Taylors had given, and there was no sneaking off to the bathroom with other people's spouses. The liquor was flowing freely though, and Ann was soon floating.
She began casing the joint like a bank robber even though she still refused to let herself think of coming there to peep. She saw that the Apples' bedroom window was on the same side of the house as the bathroom window. The windows were all equipped with shades and drapes, but out here in the country not many people were conscientious about pulling down their shades, Ann knew.
Then she pulled herself together. She had let her voyeurism run away with her again. She made an attempt to get into the conversations going on around her, and she didn't drink any more.
When they left, Ann refused to even look at the grounds to see what would be the best place to approach from in the dark. For the rest of the evening she kept her mind off the Apples. She didn't even go to the window to look at their windows lighted in the distance.
It was Friday evening, and the shop was going to open the next day. Ann and Tom were very excited, and although Ann didn't realize it, that excitement helped her keep her mind off her perversion.
The opening went well. All their friends came to the shop, and even a few customers showed up. They sold enough to give them confidence that they might make a living from the shop, and become successful.
By the end of the weekend they were both exhausted, but their bodies reacted differently to it. Tom was falling asleep at the kitchen table, but Ann was too excited to sleep. As Tom passed out on the couch after dinner, she was pacing the room, thinking about the shop and hoping they would make it.
The antique business had blocked almost everything else from her mind including her voyeurism. But then, as she went to the window, the lights from the Apples' struck her like a beacon to a lost sailor. She couldn't take her eyes off those windows, but her brain rebelled. She had told herself she wouldn't go over there to peek, and she wouldn't.
She didn't question her motives for waking Tom and making him go up to bed. She told him he would catch a cold lying on the couch, and she let herself believe it too. But once he was out of the way, she went back to the window and looked at the brightly lit windows across the fields.
Without thinking, Ann went outside. It was a warm evening, and after a long winter it was wonderful to be outside at night without shivering with cold. The stars were out, too, and Ann looked up at them for a long time. She was almost afraid to stop looking at them.
But she finally lowered her head, and when she did the lights from the Apples' windows caught her attention again.
Suddenly, she couldn't remember why she had forbade herself to make a little foray over to their windows. After all it was a harmless perversion, and there was a lot of pleasure waiting for her there. Tom was asleep, it was a nice night for a walk anyhow and, most important of all, her cunt was itching and she was dying for another peek at some good action.
As she began to consider a peeking expedition, she got more and more excited until her whole body was humming with lust. By then there was no way she could have prevented herself from making that trip.
There was no danger, she thought. If the Apples' happened to find her out there, she could just make something up to explain what she was doing. Of course, she didn't consider the fact that Phil Apple had almost caught her peeking and must have been suspicious.
Ann ran into the house for a sweater. She chose a black one so she could blend in with the dark. When she went out again, she started immediately across the field.
First, she had to get down the hill, and she found it very muddy. She should have known it would be, after all that melted snow, but being a city girl she didn't think of those things. Her shoes were covered with the thick mud, and she had to descend by going from tree to tree, holding on to each one to keep from tumbling down the slippery slope.
It was rough going. Bushes and branches reached out to trip and scrape her. At one point, she tripped on a rock and hurt her ankle, but not badly enough to stop her. By the time she got to level ground she was a muddy mess and was breathing heavily from the exertion. The rewards of getting to the Apples' windows were great enough to keep her going though.
The field was used to grow hay in the summer, and it was still ridged and lumpy from plowing, and not at all easy to walk on. With every step, her feet sunk into the soft ground and her ankles twisted. She kept walking, but the Apples' house didn't seem to be getting any closer.
Finally, she was able to see the windows more clearly, and she noticed someone walking around inside. That gave her a new surge of enthusiasm and she quickened her clumsy steps through the mud. When she got to the stream she noticed it was running with more water than it had the only other time she'd seen it, but then she realized that that was due to the melted snow too.
The stream was full of big rocks sticking out of the water, and it seemed like a simple matter to step from one to the other. In the dim moonlight, she found a good spot to cross. Carefully, she put a foot on a rock, got her balance, then stepped to another rock. Before long, she was halfway across and was realizing that the rocks were becoming farther apart. She was standing with her legs spread on the rocks, and the next step would have to be a big one. One of the rocks she was standing on was just barely out of the water and her shoe was getting wet.
There was nothing to do but jump. As she sailed through the darkness, she felt that she was almost there, but her foot slipped off the rock she had jumped to and she went sprawling. She caught herself on her hands, her arms going into the icy water up to her elbows, and one leg was submerged.
She got up and noisily slogged through the water to the other bank and climbed up on the muddy slope. Now she was really in bad shape. Her shoes were like sponges as he feet warmed the water in them. Her pants and sweater were covered with mud and her knee hurt. She sat there breathing hard in the mud, holding on to a slender tree to keep from sliding back down the bank.
Ann was pissed at herself for making this perverted hike. She should have stuck to her decision not to go peeking. But by the time she climbed the bank and saw the Apples' windows again, she felt all her lust return. She forgot about her muddy clothes and sore knee, and continued toward the house.
Now that she was that close, she began to feel the excitement of being a prowler in the night, and that was on top of her sexual excitement. Since crossing the stream, she was on the Apples' property, and that made a big difference.
She watched for signs that someone might be outside, but she didn't hear or see anything as she went from tree to bush to tree, creeping up on the house like a cat sneaking up on a bird. When she got to the small pine tree near the house, she looked around carefully. Then she noticed Ted's Jeep in the driveway.
That seemed like a bad sign, she thought. If the Apples had Ted over, they wouldn't be doing anything interesting until he left, and then she would have to hide from him when he came out to get into his Jeep. Once again, she was wishing she hadn't bothered with this trip, but now that she was so close, she would have to try and see something interesting.
Taking up a deep breath, she moved to the side of the house and sidled up to a window. The drapes weren't drawn, and she had to be careful not to be seen. Peeking around the edge of the drape, Ann looked into the living room.
Ted was there and so was Betty. Phil Apple was sitting in an easy chair and Sarah was changing a record on the stereo. Ann began to feel foolish after fighting her way through the field to find herself looking in on an innocent evening among friends. Her lust was evaporating and she was almost ready to go home.
When the record started playing, Sarah began moving her hips to the rhythm. Ann remembered how she looked on the Taylors' bed, fucking, and she wasn't surprised to see that she was a good dancer, too. She was obviously a woman whose body was important to her. Ann watched Sarah dance over to where Ted was sitting on the couch.
She stood over him, shaking her hips, and motioned for him to get up and dance with her. Ted slowly rose until his long body was erect, then he began copying Sarah's sensuous wigglings. He danced stiffly at first, but Sarah put her hands on his hips and moved him more energetically. Ted picked up the beat and began moving with the funky rhythm.
Sarah was a lot shorter than Ted and they looked funny dancing together, but Sarah was taller than Betty. She had short, brown hair and a nice figure. Ann supposed she was a few years older than her, but she was in great shape. Phil was short, about the same height as his wife, and good-looking. He was muscular and athletic-looking.
As Sarah and Ted danced, Betty got up and went to where Phil was sitting and sat down on the arm of his chair. That seemed strange, Ann thought, but when she saw Sarah and Ted bring their bodies together as they moved to the music, things began to fall into place. Ann couldn't quite believe her suspicions until she saw Phil reach around Betty's waist and grab her tit.
Suddenly, Ann realized that instead of her being disappointed, she should be thrilled. She'd stumbled onto a voyeur's dream. It seemed strange that Ted had never told her and Tom about his arrangement with the Applies, but they'd only known him for a short time. Ann wondered if Ted and Betty had ever thought about joining her and Tom for these games.
Ann's lust was returning with more power than ever. She watched Phil's hand move around on Betty's tit, and then saw the girl fall into Phil's lap.
They kissed as Sarah and Ted kept dancing in a tight embrace.
Then Ted bent to Sarah's upturned face and they kissed. Watching the two kissing couples gave Ann a rush of perverted pleasure. Were they going to fuck right there in the living room? she wondered.
Phil was already moving his hand up Betty's sweater, and Ann could see his hand under the woven material, creeping over the girl's tit. Betty's hand was out of sight in Phil's lap, but by the movements of her shoulder, Ann could tell that she was rubbing the guy's prick.
Ted was leaning over Sarah and reaching down to her ass, taking the shapely cheeks into a tight grip. Ann could imagine how Sarah could feel his prick pressing into her belly through his jeans. Sarah's tits were squeezed out of the sandwich of their bodies. Then, Ted dipped down, bending his knees, and grabbed Sarah around the waist. When he stood straight again, Sarah's feet came off the floor. She was danced around the room in his strong arms. They kissed again as they moved around the room.
When Ann looked back at Phil's chair, she saw him helping Betty pull her sweater off. Ann moved her face a little closer to the window to get a good look at those boobs. She seemed to be getting more and more interested in women's bodies.
Phil reached around Betty and unfastened the bra. When it dropped away from her tits, Ann saw the lovely things pulled down slightly with their own weight. She gasped when she watched Phil lift one of those hanging globes to his face and kiss it.
Ann grabbed her own tit inside her muddy sweater. This was just what she'd hoped for. To stand outside a window and play with herself while watching others make love. Her cunt was screaming for attention, but Ann let it stew in its juice for a while. She would play with her cunt when one of the chicks in the house had her cunt played with.
Ted finally carried Sarah over to the couch and laid her down on it. Ann had a good view as he knelt beside her and carefully began undressing the woman. She lay still as he unbuttoned her blouse, then moved just enough to let him get the garment off her. She hadn't been wearing a bra, and her tits were spread out over her chest in her supine position.
Ted leaned over her and brought his mouth down on one nipple. Ann saw the skin of her tit rise as Ted sucked it into his mouth and lifted his head. Then he lowered his face onto the pillow of flesh and made his nose and chin disappear into the softness.
When Ted lifted his head again, he moved down to Sarah's waist and opened the button of her slacks. Sarah lifted her ass and helped Ted pull the slacks over her wide hips. Then Ted dragged them off her legs.
Ann watched Ted lay his face on the woman's belly and his hand on the bulge in her bikini undies. He slid his face around, bringing it over her crotch. Ann could imagine what it would be like to snuggle her face against the soft mound under the nylon undies. Ann touched the crotch of her jeans just hard enough to feel the pressure in her starving twat.
Ted pulled Sarah's panties off, leaving her lying naked on the couch. Ted began to undress as Sarah lay there holding her own tits. Ann watched Ted's body come into view with greedy eyes. When he pulled his jeans off, she saw that the waistband of his shorts were held away from his belly by his stiff prick. He pulled off his shorts and his prick stood out in front of him like a battering ram.
Ann hadn't seen a prick to equal that one in a long time. It was like everything else about Ted-big. He sat down on the edge of the couch beside Sarah and she reached for that bat. As she grabbed it, Ann envied her, but she was keeping busy with her own body.
She had unfastened her pants and dug her hand down over her mound. Phil had his hand in Betty's pants, and Ann was pretending that it was she sitting on his lap. She slipped a finger into her swollen cunt and touched the hot interior.
Phil and Betty had joined in a struggle to strip her tight jeans from her ass. Without getting out of Phil's lap, the little chick pulled them off and threw them on the floor. Her undies were next, then she snuggled naked in Phil's arms. Now Phil was the only one with clothes on.
After some kisses and grabs, Betty climbed up and stood with her feet on the seat of the chair. She had her ass toward Phil's face, and she bent over, resting her hands on his knees. Ann had never seen anything like it. Betty's tits hung down in that perverted position, and her twat was thrust right into Phil's face.
Ann saw Phil lean forward and put his mouth in the hairy cunt in front of him. His nose must have been right up the girl's ass, Ann thought. Phil's head moved up and down as he filled her cunt with laps of his tongue. Betty rocked slightly in her bent-over position, making her tits swing like pendulums and pushing her crotch into the face buried in it.
Meanwhile, Ted had climbed on top of Sarah's body, sitting on her tits with his prick stuck in her face. Sarah had her head propped up on a pillow, sucking a mouthful of cock meat. The sight of her mouth stretched wide to accommodate Ted's huge cock made Ann's heart race. Ted was moving his hips back and forth on the loose flesh of Sarah's tits, sliding his prick in and out of her mouth.
Ann didn't know how the woman was taking so much of that prick into her face. Ted was being careful not to choke her, Ann could tell. His balls were resting on Sarah's chest, rolling with his pumping action. Sarah wrapped both hands around the tool, and with both hands and her mouth on the cock, Ann could still see several inches of the shaft.
Then Ted began to rise from Sarah's chest, but his cock remained in her mouth. He slowly began to swivel himself around, pivoting on his cock. Soon, he had turned all the way around, his prick rotating in Sarah's mouth, so his body covered hers. They wiggled around until they were comfortable again, then Ted stuck his head between Sarah's thighs.
Ann watched in a fit of heat as Ted moved his arms into .the vee of her legs and spread them wide. Her crotch opened like a clam to his sucking mouth. From where she was watching, Ann could see Sarah reach up to Ted's ass and play with his asshole.
Ann reached higher up her own cunt in an effort to experience some of the pleasures she saw those people having. She bent her knees and spread her legs so she could finger-fuck herself with powerful lunges. She kept playing with her tit with her other hand.
Betty, still bent over Phil with her crotch in his face, was now reaching into his lap and pulling down his zipper. Without too much trouble she pulled out his stiff prick and began stroking it. Ann had to give the chick credit for creativity in choosing positions.
Then Betty lifted her feet from the sides of Phil's ass on the seat of the chair, and brought them up over his shoulders until her legs were sticking out behind his head over the back of the chair. That kept her cunt on his face while bringing her own face down to his throbbing dong. Betty opened her mouth and lowered her head on Phil's meaty pole.
As both chicks ate the guys' pricks, Ann rubbed her cunt, opening her watering mouth. She knew just how those chicks felt, munching on those cocks. Ann loved to suck pricks, too. There was nothing like having a fat, swollen prick-knob in your mouth, Ann knew.
She was twirling two fingers around in her soupy oven, and was separating them to finger every comer of the cavity. The scene in the living room was having a very powerful effect on her. She was swaying in dizzy lust, and if she hadn't been leaning on the house she would have fallen.
Ted and Sarah ate each other for a while as Ann took in the sight hungrily. Then Ted got up, his face shining with Sarah's cunt cream, and Iris prick wet with her saliva. He nudged Sarah up into a kneeling position and kneeled behind her. Ann watched the expressions on their faces as Ted threaded his prick into her hole. With a push of his hips, he set the pounding prick deep inside her.
Sarah put her forehead down on the couch and looked between her thighs where Ted's balls were swinging. Ann saw her tits hanging down, the nipples brushing the seat of the couch as they swung. Their hips moved together, then apart, and Ann could imagine the sound of Sarah's ass slapping against Ted's hips with each thrust.
While his wife took Ted's prick up her cunt, Phil got out of his chair with Betty still clinging upside down to him with her legs sticking out behind his head and his prick in her mouth. It looked sort of comical to Ann, but at the same time it was amazingly erotic.
Phil lowered Betty into the chair, pulling his face from her crotch and popping his prick from her mouth. Betty landed in the soft chair with a bounce and scrambled up. As Phil undressed, the little chick covered his emerging flesh with kisses. Phil pulled off his pants and underwear and Betty jumped on his prick like a starving wolf.
She crammed his meat back into her mouth and grabbed the cheeks of his ass with claw-like hands. Phil pulled her off his cock and lifted her to her feet. When he dragged her against him to kiss her, his prick bent to the side and stuck out from between them.
Phil lowered himself to the floor, taking Betty with him, and he climbed on top of her. Betty helped him find the entrance to her tunnel with his prick-tip. Betty arched her back in a pang of ecstasy as the cock slid into the tight channel. They began pumping, slowly at first, but with ever-increasing speed.
With two fucking couples to watch, Ann was going wild. She was ramming her fingers up her drooling cave, squeezing her tit and straining her eyes as she swiveled her head from one scene to the other like a person at a tennis match.
Ted was jerking his hips in a crazy motion, like a broken machine, Ann thought. His face was screwed up in the agony of ecstasy. Ann couldn't see Sarah's face because she was still looking down between her legs, but by the trembling of her body, Ann guessed she was wearing a similar grimace of lust.
Then, through the window, came a savage scream of fulfillment.
"Ye-e-e-e-a-h-h-h-H-H-H! Oh-h-h-h-h!"
It seemed that the window Ann was watching through shook with Sarah's piercing voice. Then grunts of joy came tumbling from Ted's lips. Ann knew that they were both in the realm of perfect bliss as they came.
Ted stopped pumping and leaned on Sarah's back in spent delirium. Sarah collapsed under his weight, and the two of them fell into a heap. Ted's prick slipped from Sarah's twat and landed on her hip, hanging over her like a piece of rope.
Ann shifted her eyes to Phil and Betty, who were still going strong. Phil had risen up as he fucked her, and was looking at his prick as it slid in and out of the small girl's pussy. He could see the thick shaft holding her inner lips stretched wide. From her vantage point, Ann was missing the finer points of the action, but the sight of Phil and Betty chugging their crotches together was enough to drive her into a fit of wild wantonness.
Ann felt her orgasm burst like a Roman candle.
She kept her fingers plunging until she couldn't stand it any longer. As she pulled her hand from her pants, she heard Phil grunting and Betty whine in their climaxes. Phil let his body go limp and rested on Betty, who gave an occasional twitch as the coals of her orgasm cooled.
Now the two couples and the voyeur at the window were washed out with limp bodies and pounding hearts. Ann thought about creeping away, but she felt too trembly and decided to stay where she was until she pulled herself together. When she saw what happened next, she realized that if she'd left she would have missed the best part.
Before long, Betty got out from under Phil and crawled on her hands and knees to the couch where Ted and Sarah were lying. She grabbed one of Sarah's legs and pulled it from the tangle of Sarah's and Ted's bodies. Sarah let herself be dragged into a position where her legs were hanging over the seat of the couch while her body slouched on it.
Ann's head was spinning with the realization of what was going to happen. As Betty leaned into the space between Sarah's thighs, Ann held her breath in passion-frozen suspense. She knew that Sarah's cunt would be full of Ted's gism, and she could see that Betty was going to tap that juicy reservoir.
Ted sat up and looked at the action that was beginning beside him. Phil came over, too, and sat on the other side of his wife to watch. Ann wished that she had a better seat, but the show was going to be a knockout anyhow.
Betty had moved her head slowly into the vee of Sarah's crotch, and Sarah had slid down a bit farther so her loaded twat would be available to the young girl's sucking mouth. Ann could see Betty's head moving in a nodding motion as she sent her tongue up the parted and dripping snatch. The thought of slurping gism from the vessel of a hot cunt almost made Ann faint, but she held onto the windowsill and stared in disbelief at the spectacle.
Ted and Phil each grabbed one of Sarah's thighs and pulled them open so they could get a good look at Betty's mouth working in Sarah's cunt. If Ann had their vantage point, she would have seen Betty's tongue reaching into the hairy lips of that pussy. The shimmer of gism mixed with cunt squeezing could be seen sliding along Betty's tongue.
Ann's mouth was watering as she imagined what that sexy elixir must taste like. She would love to have been drinking at that well, and swore to herself that she would try it soon. But just watching wasn't bad either. She'd been as limp as a dish rag a few minutes earlier from her orgasm, but now her body was all keyed up again and she was eager to get hr hands back into her pants.
Betty kept her face at the drooling pussy for a few minutes, by the time Ann had her hand on her cunt again, she saw the little pervert crawling out from her position between Sarah's legs. She crawled up over Sarah's body and reached the girl's face with her own. Their mouths came together and Betty shared her treasure of a mouthful of gism with the woman whose cunt she'd gotten it from.
They kissed and ground their faces together with the thick, slippery fluid overflowing their open mouths. When they moved their heads apart, Ann saw their faces shining with the smeared cream.
Then Sarah pushed Betty off her and into a standing 'position. She slid down to the floor between Betty's legs, and pressed her mouth to Betty's pussy. The guys remained on the couch, watching and relaxing with their pricks standing in their laps.
Sarah's mouth was directly below Betty's cunt, and Ann knew that Phil's gism must be running out of it and right down Sarah's throat. When the cunt was empty of cum, Sarah filled it with her tongue. Betty stood trembling as the older woman squatted between her legs.
Once again, Ann was rubbing herself into ecstasy outside the window. Voyeurism seemed like a slight aberration compared to what was going on in the room she was peeking into. The thought of going to the door and knocking, telling the Apples that she'd been out for a walk and had fallen in the mud, occurred to her. She was sure she could get herself invited into the games, but she decided hot to. She would play it cool, and get invited into their group another way. Besides, she didn't want to give up the pleasure of just watching.
The sight of Betty's gorgeous body standing in the middle of the room with Sarah on the floor eating her was truly monumental. The small chick stood still, her eyes closed, her tits rising and falling with her steady breathing, her legs spread. But as Sarah's head kept moving with the vigorous task of eating the cunt on her face, Betty's body began to sway and rock.
Ann watched with saucer-eyes as the chick's tits began to shake with the ever-increasing quakes of her body. Betty's face began to tighten into a lustful expression, and she steadied herself by holding onto Sarah's shoulders. Ann could see it was getting more difficult for her to stand there with that tongue wiggling around up her cunt, but she must have known what a fabulous sight it was for the guys.
As she neared her orgasm, Betty's body went through a series of wanton movements that showed every bit of the ecstasy she was feeling. She leaned over, curling her body in passion, but forced herself erect again. Her hips were bucking, but she kept her feet firmly planted on the floor and held her cunt within the range of Sarah's snaking tongue. Her head was thrown back and from side to side, sending her long hair flying around.
As Sarah held on to the chick's thighs and kept her face in her cunt, Betty began to wail with desperation. The sound went right through Ann, and made her rub her clit with all her might. Before Betty stopped wailing, Ann was in a fit of climactic passion. She saw Betty crumble and fall to the floor like a fainting victim. Ann had her climax and gasped in exhaustion as she clung to the windowsill in an effort to remain on her feet.
The guys lowered themselves to the floor and stretched out Betty's crumpled body. Her tits were heaving with her rapid, deep breaths, but aside from that she looked dead. Ted crouched between her legs and lifted her hips to the tip of his hard prick. Sarah and Phil helped him impale the limp girl on his cock, and they held her while he pumped.
Ted kept his prick sliding for a while before Ann noticed his face showing the stress of ecstasy. Ann wondered if Betty could feel the prick in her; she wasn't showing any signs of it. Phil grabbed one of the girl's wobbling tits and his wife grabbed the other. Sarah put her other hand on her mound and Ted came with grunts and groans, and relinquished his position to Phil. Sarah kept fingering herself and holding one of Betty's tits. Phil and Sarah came at about the same time. Then they were all content to lie on the floor as the fire in the fireplace kept them warm in their nakedness.
Ann had had enough, and she was getting chilly, what with her wet feet and mud-caked body. As long as there was a nude body in sight she'd be excited, but after what she'd seen it wasn't enough to hold her. She backed away from the house until she was hidden in the brush. The trip back across the field didn't appeal to her, and she thought of walking back along the road, but decided against it. If anyone saw her the news would be all over town. She didn't feel like having everyone know that she had been walking down the road late at night, covered with mud.
By the time she got home, she felt like she'd been in a battle-especially her cunt. She took off all her clothes outside so she wouldn't leave any muddy evidence in the house. Hiding her clothes in the basement, she could keep Tom from seeing them until she had a chance to wash them.
After a fast shower, she crawled in bed next to Tom, who'd been sleeping for hours. Her dreams kept the perversions she had witnessed alive in her head all night.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Of all the things Ann had seen in the Apples' living room, the sight of the women sucking each other's pussies was what stayed with her. Every time she remembered that sight, her cunt would get wet and she would feel horny even though she'd been fucking Tom at least once a day.
When they went for lunch at the diner, she would stare at Betty's body with even more hunger than her husband, who, she'd noticed, had developed a case of the hots for the chick. Ann didn't know that Tom had already experienced the joys of that chick's cunt at the Taylors' party, but if she had known, all she could have felt would have been jealousy. She could hardly be angry with Tom for doing just what she longed to do.
After lunch a few days after her peeking in the Apples' window, Ann was determined to talk to Betty. She told Tom to go back to the shop without her because she was tired and wanted another cup of coffee.
They had both been making small talk with Betty, but now Ann wanted to get down to business.
"How tight are you with Ted?" she asked the waitress.
"Oh, we've been friends for a long time," Betty said, remembering a similar question from Tom and what that led to.
"He's awfully nice," Ann said. She could see that it wasn't going to be easy steering the conversation to where she wanted it.
"Yeah, we have a lot of fun together," Betty said. She had been leaning across the counter near Ann, looking at her and appearing to be eager to talk.
"Are you very friendly with the Apples?" she asked.
"Yeah, and it's funny you should ask. We were over there a few nights ago, and we talked about you and Tom."
Ann's ears burned as she heard that. She hoped that she didn't look too shocked.
"We were saying that it would be nice for the six of us to get together some evening. The Apples, Ted and me, and you and Tom," Betty said.
"We'd love to," Ann said, trying not to sound too desperately eager.
An evening with those perverts would be heaven, but Ann wasn't sure Tom would go for it. Somehow, she figured, he just wasn't the orgy type. She wanted to get this little chick to show her the splendors of lesbianism, and she was going to have to get her alone.
"Ted told me you do embroidery," Ann said. "I'd love to learn how to do that."
"Well, why don't you come to my place some evening and I'll show you how it's done?" Betty asked.
Again trying not to appear too eager, Ann said, "When?"
Betty told her she could come over the following evening, and Ann said she would be there. As she got up to leave, Betty called to her. "Did Phil get in touch with you about the prowler?"
Ann froze. "No," she managed to say.
"He found muddy hand prints all over his windowsill, and he wanted to tell you about it because you live so close," Betty said.
"Oh. Gee, I ... I haven't seen any prowlers or...." Ann was almost breathless.
"I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. Probably just some nosy kid," Betty said.
Ann agreed and left the diner. How stupid she'd been to leave muddy hands on the Apples' windowsill, she thought. Of course, at the time she wasn't thinking about such mundane things, but if she was going to be a voyeur, she would have to learn to be careful.
When she got back to the shop she told her husband that she was going to learn embroidery from Betty and was going over there the next evening. She thought she noticed a dark look on Tom's face, and she wondered if he might be suspicious of her motives. It didn't occur to her that it was only jealousy. He'd been wanting to get together with Betty again since their fuck in the Taylors' bathroom.
There was something else she wanted to say to Tom, but it wasn't easy. She took a deep breath though, and made herself ask.
"Did Phil Apples call to say something about a prowler?"
"Yeah, he did," Tom said. "I didn't tell you about it because I didn't want to worry you. There's probably nothing to it anyhow."
"You should have told me," Ann said. "I don't get worried about those things."
She had to smile to herself at the irony of that.
If Tom had known that she was the prowler he was trying to keep her from worrying about he would have been very surprised.
Now that the shop was opened and everything was pretty much taken care of, and all they had to do was hang around and wait for customers, they were able to take turns taking afternoons off. For the first time, Ann had a chance to roam around the town and see what was going on. She found that it wasn't much, but spring was beginning and everything was very beautiful. She only wished she could roam around at night when interesting things were going on behind all the windows in town.
The next day all Ann could think about was her date to go to Betty's. When she and Tom went to the diner for lunch, Betty reminded Ann that she said she was coming over. Ann, nearly falling off her stool, said that she hadn't forgotten and would be there. Since she was the only one who knew just what she wanted from Betty, no one noticed that her face got red and her voice sounded strained.
After dinner, she left the dishes for Tom, and drove to Betty's. She felt like a high school girl going on her first date. She was nervous, not only because she was about to try something very exciting for the first time, but also because she didn't know if Betty would be interested in making it with her. After all, maybe she wasn't her type, or maybe Betty only liked to suck pussies at orgies with guys around. And, Ann would have to be the one to get things going. Betty only expected to give her an embroidery lesson.
Betty lived in the middle of town near the mill. Ann had never even been in that neighborhood before. Everyone she knew, all big-city escapees, lived outside of town or on the main road. The house was small and there were toys and bicycles all around.
When Ann knocked, the door was answered by a little boy about three feet tall. He had his mother's brown, wavy hair and big eyes. Betty appeared behind the boy and opened the door.
"Come on in," she said. "Get out of the way, Bobby," she said as she pulled the child out of the way.
There was another kid, a smaller one, sitting in the middle of the living room floor, surrounded by wooden blocks. Betty introduced her children to Ann. The place looked lived in. The furniture was old and worn, but comfortable. Ann sat down on the couch while Betty disappeared to get her embroidery things.
Ann hadn't figured on the kids. It looked like she would have to sit through an embroidery lesson until the kids went to bed. Betty came back with all the things she needed and the two women sat on the couch pushing needles through cloth while the kids played on the floor at their feet.
Finally, Betty took the kids to bed, leaving Ann alone for a while. She fidgeted and looked through a few magazines, but she was too nervous to relax. It hadn't been easy pretending she was interested in embroidery when her cunt was itching for some of the things she'd seen Betty doing to Sarah's twat through the Apples' window.
Betty came back after about ten minutes that seemed like an hour. She asked Ann if she wanted coffee and Ann said she did, and followed Betty into the kitchen.
"Betty, I was reading an article the other day and I can't get it out of my mind. It said that more and more women were becoming bisexual," Ann said.
She watched for a reaction in the pretty little cunt-sucker, but Betty only said, "Really?" Ann could see that she'd have to be more aggressive if she were going to get anywhere.
"I can't get it out of my mind," Ann repeated. "I never tried making it with a woman, but ... well, I don't know," she said.
She knew she wasn't saying what she wanted to, but it was the first time she had been in that situation. She remembered how boys used to stammer and get embarrassed when they tried to ask her for a kiss, and now she felt the same way.
"Have you ever tried it? I mean, making it with a chick?" Ann blurted.
Betty still didn't get nervous or perturbed. She looked at Ann calmly, but didn't say anything right away. She seemed to be deciding whether to answer her or not.
"I know it's none of my business," Ann said, getting more flustered. "You don't have to answer. It's only that I can't get it out of my mind."
"Did you really come over here to learn about embroidery?" Betty asked.
Ann realized that this little chick was sharper than she'd given her credit for. Ann didn't know what to say, but she could feel her cheeks turning red and she knew that that answered Betty's question.
"Would you like to come to bed with me?" Betty asked.
Ann felt like a little girl. She had been sneaky and cowardly, and in the face of Betty's directness and honesty, she felt humiliated.
"Yes. Yes, I would," Ann said, nodding her head and looking down at the floor. "Yes, very much."
Betty turned off the burner under the coffee pot. She came to where Ann stood and took her by the hand. Ann jumped at the touch.
"I've always thought you were a gorgeous chick, Ann," Betty said. "You didn't have to go through a big deal about making it with me. All you had to do was ask."
"I know," Ann said. "But this is all new to me, and I ..."
She didn't have to finish the sentence. Betty leaned toward her and kissed her lightly on the lips. To Ann, it felt like the most erotic and sensuous kiss of her life. Betty led her to her bedroom.
"Undress," Betty said as she reached for her own buttons.
The word struck. Ann like a hammer blow. This was even more exciting than she'd thought it would be. Even though she'd seen Betty's naked body through the Apples' window, the idea of being within touching distance of it was thrilling. As she unbuttoned, she thought about the things she'd seen this chick doing with Sarah.
Ann's fingers worked automatically at her buttons as she watched Betty doing the same. She watched her pull her blouse off, then reach behind her for-her bra snap. Unfastening it and lowering her arms let the bra fall away from her luscious tits. Ann soon had her own tits bared, but the sight of Betty's held her fast. She looked at the brown nipples, knowing that she would soon have them in her mouth and would suck them just as Tom sucked her tits.
Ann's tits were firmer than Betty's, but to Ann, the saggier pair seemed the more sexy. They looked heavy and pliable, and she was eager to get the feel of them. She was already breathing hard and her cunt would be wet, she knew.
Betty wore tight jeans, as usual, and as she peeled them off, Ann feasted on the sight. Betty's legs were short, but very nicely shaped. She was only wearing a tiny pair of bikini panties now. In another second, she had stripped that last garment from her and stood naked.
Ann had fallen behind in the undressing. She was moving clumsily, preoccupied with the sight of Betty's beauty. But it wasn't long before she was equally naked. The two chicks stood looking at each other, but Ann knew that Betty was letting her take a good look because she was obviously enjoying it so much.
Then Betty came over to Ann, who stood trembling at her approach. Betty was shorter, so when they came together, her tits slid under Ann's. They pressed their bodies together, and Ann felt her tits compress on Betty's chest, as Betty's did likewise on hers.
Their mouths came together and their tongues met. Kissing another woman was a lot different than kissing a man, Ann discovered, and the difference was more than just the feeling of tits pressed to her chest. Betty's lips were delicate and gentle, and her tongue entered her mouth carefully but firmly.
Ann drank Betty's saliva and thrilled at the feminine flavor. When Betty reached up and touched one of Ann's tits, Ann felt the double excitement of having her boob handled and realizing that Betty's tits were available to her inspection. With eager tremblings, she moved her hand up Betty's body until she met the round jug resting on the ribs below it.
Ann had never touched a tit that didn't belong to her, and she found the experience almost too much to take. She couldn't help grabbing the tit too tightly in her enthusiasm, and Betty let out a little squeak of pain. Ann eased up, but kept her fingers moving on the dense softness of that heavy knocker.
They moved together-in their embrace to the side of the bed, then fell on it. Betty put her thigh between Ann's, and Ann loved the way it felt pressing on her twat. It was a nice change to have a leg that was as smooth and hairless as her own intertwined with hers.
They rolled around and continued tonguing each other's mouths. The way Betty's loose tits roll and bounced on her body drove Ann into a fit of rapture like she had never known. She was dying for the rest of the lesbian splendors that were going to be hers.
Ann got everything she could from those tits with her fingers. She squeezed until her fingertips were buried in the flesh, then she shoved the globes around on Betty's chest. They moved more than her own did, she noticed. Taking the nipple between her fingers, she rolled it around like a marble until it was hard and puckered. She pushed the nipple into the tit and pulled on it.
Betty was doing similar things to her tits, too. She was more skillful at tit-massaging than most guys were, Ann thought. Maybe it took a tit-owner to know what felt best. Betty's tit-handling was more gentle than Ann's, but she had had experience and Ann was like a kid with a new toy.
When Ann had done everything she could think of to that tit with her hands, she wiggled down Betty's body until her face was even with the soft, round thing. She studied the nipple while holding it in her fingers. She saw how it was standing erect in the middle of a puckered disk of brown, bumpy flesh.
Then she touched the button with he tongue. She had sucked her own tits before, but this was different. Not only didn't she have to crane her neck uncomfortably, but this nipple belonged to another chick-someone she was going to discover lesbian love with, and that made all the difference in the world.
She opened her mouth and took the tip of that tit into it. Her tongue licked the brown disk, and she sucked on it hungrily.
"You do that like you've had a lot of practice," Betty said.
"M-mm-mm," Ann hummed in answer.
Betty ran her fingers through the hair on Ann's sucking head. With her hands, Ann handled the unsucked tit, and reached around to Betty's ass. But it was her mouth that she was concentrating on. She squeezed Betty's nipple between her tongue and the hard roof of her mouth, then eased up and ran her tongue around the gumdrop.
"You really know how to suck a tit," Betty told her.
Betty's words were spurring Ann on to even more wild tongue-bathing on that hard knob of flesh. Finally, she let the wet nipple out of her mouth and rubbed her face on the wobbling surface of that pile of warm flesh. She stuck her face in the valley between the boobs, just as Tom liked to do to her. And she found out why he liked it so much. With one of those hot pillows at either side of her head Ann felt the security an ostrich must feel when it sticks its head in the sand.
Ann lifted her head from that hiding place and covered the entire area of those mountains with kisses and licks. She thought that the tender undersides of her tits were especially thrilling to kiss. When Betty gave her head a nudge up, Ann obeyed and wiggled back up the small body.
Lesbianism was everything she'd dreamed, and more. How wonderful it was to drag her tits up over Betty's belly and feel them bump into that chick's tits. When Betty grabbed one of her own jugs and touched the stiff nipple to Ann's Ann shivered in perverted passion.
Then Betty moved down Ann's body. Ann just lay there, twisting slightly in perverted heat, waiting for Betty to ravage her. Betty began sucking Ann's tits, and Ann murmured her delight. While she gobbled up a mouthful of Ann's tit, her hand went to the shivering skin of her thighs. With her long nails, Betty scraped the insides of those thighs. With her long nails, Betty scraped the insides of those thighs, getting closer and closer to the furry junction.
"Oh, Betty, Baby," Ann moaned. 'That feels sooooo good, I never ... oh-h-h-h."
Betty's fingers scraped one thigh, then the other until she was brushing the curls on Ann's snatch. Ann felt the hairs telegraphing the movement into the fleshy mound of her cunt, and she shook her hips involuntarily.
When, at long last, Betty covered the hairy lips with her hand, Ann tried to curl up in a grip of pleasure, but Betty held her down flat. She pressed her fingers into the carpet of hair until she felt the damp cleft of the lips.
Ann spread her legs wide in anticipation of Betty's finger entering her. But the little lezzie was taking her time. Ann felt Betty move her fingers down the length of the slot without passing through the mouth. When she reached the rear comer of the slot, right near the entrance to Ann's cuntal sleeve, Betty felt the hot leakings as they spread down over the smooth, round cheeks of her ass.
Ann let her asscheeks go limp so Betty could get her finger between them if she wanted, and she did. She touched Ann's asshole, but only lightly, without entering it. Then she moved her finger to that rear comer of the gash and wet it. Now she was able to move her finger along the slot, but buried to the first knuckle.
In the slippery juice, her finger glided effortlessly. Ann writhed like a woman possessed, and that was what she was, for what could possess a chick like a powerful attack of lust? She pushed down with the muscles in her hips in an effort to get Betty's finger higher up her gash, but the lesbian was making her wait until it was driving her mad.
"Finger my pussy!" Ann cried. "Give it to me! Rub me!"
But the little tease only gave her another quarter-inch of finger. Then, gradually, Betty reached farther and farther up that hot envelope. She let her finger wander up Ann's cave and play with the ridges of squirming flesh. She even gave her hard clit a tickle, causing Aim to magnify the motion of that finger with her whole body.
All the while, Betty had been munching on Ann's tits, but now she began kissing her way down Ann's body. Ann knew what was going to happen next, and she shivered as she waited for Betty's sucking mouth to arrive at its destination.
Betty paused at Ann's belly button and reamed it with her tongue as a preview of what was to come. Then she started on her way again. Ann felt her new lover's face move into her pubic patch, and she spread even wider as Betty snuggled between her legs.
Betty's tongue followed the same route to her twat that her finger had. She first licked her thighs, then slowly closed in on the liquid slot. When Ann first felt the chick's strong tongue touch the interior of her quim, she tensed her body as though she'd been shocked by an electric jolt.
Then, as Betty covered the pink area between the hairy lips, Ann pumped her hips and moaned in ecstasy. Betty's tongue had a subtle difference to it from all the men's tongues she'd had in that crack. It was more gentle and soft, but it was also better in some nameless way. No other tongue had ever traveled the length of her slot like that, vibrating from side to side, flipping the ridges of the inner lips.
Betty pressed her tongue so far up Ann's flowing tunnel that Ann felt the woman's teeth bite into the spongy flesh of her mound. When the tongue was in as far as possible, it was fluttered wildly, giving Ann a totally new thrill.
Ann was throwing herself around in wild passion on the bed under Betty's onslaught, but Betty was avoiding bringing her off. Her tongue seemed to be easing off, in fact. Before long, Betty lifted her had, showing Ann her cunt-juice-smeared face. Then she climbed up over Ann and they kissed. Ann tasted the flavor of her own pussy in her friend's mouth.
"Will you eat me?" Betty whispered.
Ann felt a rush of excitement as she began sliding down Betty's body. This was it, she realized, the culmination of her lesbian lust. By the time she reached Betty's belly, the pungent odor of her twat came to her nostrils and urged her onward.
Taking her position between Betty's legs, she brought her face to the furry triangle. At first, she merely brushed her nose in the tangle of curls. Then she stuck out her tongue and combed it through the army of curly guards that stood watch over that treasure. A few drops of cunt cream that were lying scattered in the hair were licked up by Ann's lapping tongue.
Then, breaking her lesbian cherry, she stuck her tongue into the lips of that little chick's cunt. The feeling of that salty crack at the tip of her tongue sent a wave of perverted energy through Ann. She moved her tongue around, feeling the familiar territory in that unfamiliar way. She had had her fingers in her own cunt a lot of times, and she knew her way around a pussy, but this was different, like trying to dial a telephone with your left hand for the first time.
But it didn't take her long to get the hang of it, and Betty was soon squirming just as Ann had when their positions had been reversed. Ann stuck her tongue up the tunnel and tasted the concentrated flavor of the hot juice running from it. She felt around with her tongue and was surprised how she could feel things with it as well as she could with her fingers.
She found Betty's clit and moved it around in its sheath of skin. Looking up over Betty's belly, she could watch the effects of her tongue on the chick's face. She discovered that covering the pink swatch with broad laps of her tongue had the more powerful effect, causing Betty to open her mouth and howl like a banshee.
She kept up the various tongue strokes, loving every second of it, until Betty grabbed her head and stopped her. Betty sat up with an extreme look of passion on her face, and pushed Ann over.
Then Betty got into a weird position with Ann, with their crotches pressed together and their legs along side each other's bodies. Ann had her legs scissoring Betty and vice versa. She could see how the lips of her cunt were squashed on Betty's, and their pubic bones squeezed their clits in a hard come.
When Betty began shaking her hips, Ann was amazed at the luscious feeling it sent through her. She began shaking her hips, too, and their cunts were ground together, crushing powerful bursts of pleasure from them. Both of their tits were jumping around with the motion of their hips.
Ann could hardly believe this was happening to her; it seemed too wildly wonderful, but the ecstasy raping her brain was the most real thing she'd ever experienced. Both chicks began moaning with joy and before long they were in the grip of ripping climaxes.
The next thing Ann knew, she was lying in that strange position with Betty, sweating and panting, and a full-fledged lesbian.
"That was the greatest thing that ever happened to me," Ann said when she caught her breath.
"I'm glad," Betty said. "You were really great. But, you know this sort of thing is best when there are a few guys around to join in. Maybe Tom would be interested?"
"Yeah, that would be great, but I don't know. I'll have to ask him."
Ann could picture her and her husband in that scene she'd watched in the Apples' living room, and she hoped it would come true.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The antique shop was going nicely. Tourist season hadn't really begun, and they weren't very busy, but things looked good. Ann took off a few afternoons a week, and so did Tom.
One afternoon, while Ann was alone in the shop, Phil Apple came in to see her. Later, Tom told her that he had seen Phil that day as he was walking down to the stream to do some fishing, so Ann knew that Phil came to the shop to see her alone.
"Did Tom tell you that we seem to have had a voyeur at our place?" he asked.
"Tom didn't want to tell me, he was afraid I'd be worried," Ann said, trying to keep calm. "Betty finally mentioned it to me."
"Well, I certainly don't think you should worry, but maybe you should keep your shades down," Phil said.
Ann didn't say anything. She wondered if Phil was keeping his shades down now, though.
"Left muddy hand prints all over the house. What a mess," Phil said.
"Maybe he saw something that was so exciting he forgot about leaving evidence," Ann said, surprised at her courage.
"Could be. Could be," Phil said with a sly smile.
Rather than be afraid of being accused, Ann was rather enjoying this game of cat and mouse.
"Are there really such wild goings on at your house?" Ann asked.
Phil didn't say anything. He smiled, strolled around the shop and picked up a few items to examine.
"Were you really peeking through that keyhole at the Taylors' when I walked in on you?" he asked.
Ann realized how brave she was getting when that question didn't fluster her.
"What a question," she said. "I told you, I tripped."
"Was it Sarah you were peeking at?" Phil persisted. "She told me that she fucked Arnold Burns that night."
"She told you?" Ann asked in mock surprise. She would have been angry with him for not believing her if he hadn't offered that bit of information.
"Oh, sure. We have no secrets from each other," Phil said.
"That's very commendable," Ann said.
"Well, anyhow, the reason I came in was to invite you and Tom to a gathering at our house Friday evening," Phil said. "Sarah was talking to Betty the other day, and she suggested we invite you. We were glad to, of course."
"I see," Ann said with an expression of understanding. She wanted Phil to know that she knew the score. "I'll talk to Tom. I'm sure he'll want to come."
"Fine," Phil said. "Give us a call to let us know, know."
When he left, Ann shivered with excitement. All her dreams of weird sex would come true if she could convince Tom to go to the Apples' orgy, and she would have to talk him into it.
She hadn't gotten abound to talking to Tom about the invitation the next day when she took an afternoon off. She decided to go for a walk around the lake and think about the best way to approach Tom with the topic.
She went to the diner with him for lunch before starting out. Betty waited on them and made small talk, but didn't mention anything about the party Friday night. It seemed strange to Ann to be so nonchalant with the little chick after the time they spent in bed together, but with Tom there, they had to be discreet.
When they left the diner, Ann told Tom that she was taking the car and would pick him up at closing time. She couldn't wait to get away by herself and think things over. Also, it was a beautiful day and the lake would be the perfect place to spend it.
She drove to the lake and parked at the side of the road. There was a path along the edge of the water, she'd heard, and she began looking for it among the dense foliage. Finally, she found a break in the bushes and a dirt path leading into it. Ducking her head, she went down a slight hill into the woods.
It wasn't nearly as muddy as the ground behind her house had been a week earlier when she'd snuck over to the Taylors'. She came to the shore of the lake at a beautiful spot where she could see the whole lake and the cottages on the opposite bank. Suddenly, everything seemed to slow down, and Ann was filled with the calm peace of the spring day.
She pulled a bud from a tree and studied the little leaf curled up within. The sun was warming her from above and below as it reflected from the still surface of the water. Ann strolled along, taking in the beauty with all five senses.
Kids were still in school, the summer people hadn't come to their cottages yet and it was the middle of the week, so there were no men fishing or boating. Ann couldn't see a sign of life anywhere. Being alone like that made her feel like taking her clothes off to let the sun caress her whole body.
She found a nice spot on the rocky bank where the sun was shining into a hollow that seemed to trap the heat. lira minute, she was naked and lying on a smooth rock, facing the sun so it entered her thighs and warmed her pussy. The light coming through her closed eyelids was bright red. Her body seemed to melt in the embracing heat. It wasn't long before she was too hot.
She loved to swim and thought it might be fun, but when she stuck her foot into the water she found that it was still very cold. So rather than jumping in, she lifted handfuls of water and splashed them over her. That felt wonderful; the water cooling her as the sun warmed.
She had come to the lake to think about talking to Tom regarding the invitation to the Apples' party, but she had completely forgotten about that in the bliss of being in that spot on such a gorgeous day. Pouring handfuls of water over her white tits and thighs was more important at the moment.
As she grew used to the cold water, she was able to dangle her feet in it, but only for a little while. She spread out on the bank and lay on her belly, her head resting on her folded arms, and she looked at the water while the sun dried her.
This day made the move to the country worthwhile even if nothing else worked out, she thought. But then the peacefulness was broken by the sound of voices. Ann listened and hoped they would go away, but instead, they got louder. She thought it sounded like young boys.
"I don't care if I do get caught," One of them was saying. "Who could sit in school on a day like this?"
So that was it, Ann thought. A couple of hooky-playing boys. She couldn't blame them for not wanting to go to school, but she wished they had found a different spot to play hooky in. The voices came closer, but Ann just lay there hoping that they would pass by without noticing her. She was off the path and down the bank, so unless they wanted to come right to her spot they wouldn't see her.
Ann perked up her ears to follow the voices. They seemed to pass her, but the voices didn't fade out like she expected them to. The boys must have gone past her little cove and gone down to the water just beyond. A jetty of rock hid her from Ann resigned herself to sharing the lake with the boys. After all, young boys were among her favorite people. As she listened to them, she heard the same sort of talk that boys used when she was a schoolgirl.
"I'd rather fuck Mrs. Bradley," one of them was saying. "She has the biggest tits of any teacher."
"Yeah, but I'd still like to fuck Miss Brown," the other kid said. "She probably blows, too. A friend of my brother's took her out once."
Ann couldn't keep from smiling as she realized that these kids were so obsessed with fucking. But then, who wasn't? She was. The Apples were. Betty was. It seemed that sex was a constant preoccupation of the human race.
Rocks began flying out over the water from where the boys were. Ann saw the flat missiles hit the water, leap up and hit again and again. The boys had a contest to see who could get the most skips from one rock.
Since Ann's solitary reverie was ended, her thoughts began to turn to the boys. Her brain began working on an interesting way to amuse herself. She would love to watch them swimming naked, but that wasn't likely with the water so cold. Maybe they would jerk off. That would be great to watch, but it wasn't likely that they would suddenly pull out their pricks and flog them, unless she gave them something to get their young cocks stiff.
Ann knew that it wouldn't take much to get those kids raving with horny lust, but what could she do? If she could get them to notice her lying there nude, that might do it. But if they stumbled on her now, they would realize that she'd heard their voices. She could wander over near where they were, but it would be hard for her to pretend not to see them.
It seemed that the only way she could show off her naked body to them would be to jump into the water. But that didn't appeal to her. The more she thought about it, though, the clearer it became that that would be the only solution, and it would be perfect.
She could suddenly splash into the water and swim around. The boys, noticing her nakedness, would hide so as not to scare her away. Then she could climb out, grab her clothes and pretend to leave. But she would double back through the woods and watch their reaction to the display of a gorgeous, nude chick.
Ann got very excited thinking about the plan, and the only drawback was the cold water. She remembered how it felt on her feet, and she didn't know what would happen if she jumped in water that cold. But she was a good swimmer, and she would only stay in as long as it took to give the boys a good look at her body.
Ann had gotten so excited about the plan that she would have to go through with it come hell or cold water. There hadn't been any rocks skipped in a few minutes; the boys were talking again, and she could have just walked to the spot and have been unaware of their presence.
Before she had a chance to think about that cold water any longer, Ann got up and prepared to dive. She bent her knees, then straightened them suddenly, propelling herself out over the lake. She entered the water gracefully and smoothly, and her first thought was how the boys would suddenly jerk their heads around to see what had made the splash. Her second thought was that the water was even colder than she'd imagined it could be.
Her head and shoulders popped above the surface, and she gasped for breath, but the water had made her whole body so tense she could hardly draw a breath. She floated on her back, moving her arms and legs rapidly. Her skin had seemed to shrink several sizes as goose bumps covered her, making it even harder to breath. She knew that she was giving the guys a good look at her floating tits and slightly submerged pussy, but she didn't know if she was going to live to enjoy the planned results.
Suddenly, she flipped over on her stomach and began stroking. She had to get out of that frigid water as soon as possible. When she thought how her perversions had subjected her to the danger of embarrassment before, it seemed like nothing compared to the danger of drowning that she felt she was in at that moment.
She still couldn't breath properly, and trying to swim fast made matters worse. Water got into her mouth, then she swallowed a mouthful. That scared her, and as she gulped a breath, she inhaled some water. Now she was no longer swimming, but merely thrashing around wildly, trying to keep her head above the surface.
Opening her mouth to call for help, she swallowed more water and no sound came out. She knew that she should try to keep calm, but the suffocation she was already feeling took over and she was helpless. Now she couldn't even keep her head out of the cold water and she began to relax. She thought about Tom and how sad he would be without her.
Then she felt a hand grab her by the hair. She was barely aware of her head coming out of the water, but then she realized that she was being held around the head and moving toward the bank. Rocks bumped her ass, and she found the bottom of the lake with her hands and feet. It was the greatest thing she'd ever felt.
Hands were clutching her and carrying her ashore. As she lay on the ground, gasping and coughing, she felt a mouth on hers, blowing air into her. She was thanking her lucky stars that one of those boys was a good swimmer. She pushed his head away; the effort to give her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation was actually interfering with her breathing.
She looked up and saw the two boys looking down at her with horror on their faces. She was already beginning to relax because she knew that she was safe, but the boys had had a scare, too. The firm feeling of the ground under her and the sun warming her dissolved the terror of almost drowning, and her original thoughts began to return. As she filled her lungs with huge amounts of air, she noticed that the boys' eyes began to wander over her body. She hadn't planned to give them such a good view, but it would work out to her advantage.
"T-thanks," she said to the boy who was kneeling near her. "I didn't realize it was so cold."
The boy was very good-looking, with long hair and dark-brown eyes. He had stripped to his shorts and was dripping water on her from his hair. The other boy was standing beside his friend, and they were both covering her with hungry glares.
Ann lay there with her tits rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. When she was breathing more or less normally, she asked one of them to get her clothes.
The boy standing above her began to move in the direction from which Ann had jumped into the water, but he moved slowly, reluctant to take his eyes off the exquisite sight of Ann's body. Finally, he ran to get her clothes and was back in a few seconds.
Ann sat up, feeling her big tits settle on her chest with a quiver. She noticed a big lump in the wet shorts of the boy who had rescued her.
"It's a good thing you boys were here," she said as she took her panties in her hand. "You saved my life."
The boys didn't say a word. Ann could tell that they thought they should give her some privacy while she dressed, but she knew that they were powerless; held in the spell of teenage hominess. And she was glad they stayed. There was nothing better for getting her mind off her near-disaster than sharing those kids' lust. She thought of fucking them; it would be a good reward, but she couldn't give up the chance to watch them jerk off. The sight of her naked body stretched out before them would have to be reward enough.
Ann stood and put one foot into her panties. She felt her twat open slightly as she lifted her leg, and saw the boys' eyes move to her hair-surrounded lips. She felt slightly dizzy, so she sat down again, leaving her legs spread.
"I guess I'd better rest a little longer," she said, holding her head in her hands.
She could have gotten dressed if she really wanted to, but she could use the rest and, most important, she was enjoying the boys' horny gaze on her and wanted them to be in a lustful frenzy when she left them.
"Are you sure you're all right?" the undressed boy asked.
"I will be in a minute," she said.
She asked the boys their names, and told them not to mention this to anyone. She didn't want Tom to hear that she'd almost drowned herself.
After a few more minutes of deep breathing, sunshine and the boys' gawking eyes, she was ready to go. She put her other leg into her panties and pulled them up tight against her twat. She knew that the white nylon was letting the dark patch of her pubic hair show through, and she imagined the boys saying goodbye to her cunt to themselves.
Then she stepped into her tight jeans and pulled her jersey over her head. When she was all zipped and buttoned, she gave each boy a hug and a kiss, then said thanks and goodbye.
As she left them, her heart began beating harder again as she put her plan into action. She walked along the path the way she had come until she was sure she was out of sight. Then she ducked into the woods and made her way through the trees and bushes back to the boys.
She went slowly and as quietly as she could. Stopping to listen every few steps, she kept moving in the direction of the voices she could barely hear. She could see the water, then the boys' heads could be seen through the branches of the trees between her and them.
Creeping carefully a little closer, Ann found a tree with some low branches that would make it easy to climb. As silently as she could possibly move, she climbed up the tree until she could see the boys pretty well. They were still sitting where she'd left them.
"... the way her tits were heaving and her legs were spread almost made me cream my jeans," the boy who had remained on shore was saying.
"Yeah, as soon as I realized she was going to live I wanted to jump her," her rescuer said. "Too bad she wouldn't let me give her a little more mouth-to-mouth resuscitation."
"I would have liked to give her cunt mouth-to-mouth," the other boy said.
Then the boy with is clothes on pointed to his friend's crotch and laughed. Ann looked closely and saw that his hard cock was peeking out of his wet shorts. The boy laughed too, and pulled his cock out the rest of the way.
It was a beauty, Ann noticed, and she hoped he was going to do something with it.
"It'll probably be hard for months now," the boy said.
"I, uh, think I'll take a piss," the clothed boy said, and walked toward where Ann was hiding in the tree.
She froze in fear of being caught spying, but the kid didn't get that close. He stopped near a clump of bushes on the other side of the thick trunk of the tree Ann was in. She could peek around and see him, though, and she could still see the boy at the water's edge.
The dressed boy pulled out his prick, but Ann could see he wasn't going to piss. His prong was stiff and hard. He wrapped his fist around it. Ann was thrilled that her plan was going to work perfectly. The boy in the wet shorts moved from where he was and went behind a bush so his friend wouldn't find him when he returned. He pulled off the wet shorts and stood naked with his prick thrust out. When he grabbed his cock, Ann had a good view of two jerking-off teenagers.
The boy closer to her was pumping with a steady rhythm, and looked strange with all his clothes on, but Ann could see the pink head of his cock as he jerked it.
The naked body offered a better sight for Ann's perverted needs. He was standing with his hips forward and his back curved. Ann could see his balls swinging at the base of his cock as he moved the loose skin back and forth over the bone.
Once again, Ann was gasping for breath, but this time it was due to lust rather than suffocation. The boy made such a perfectly erotic picture that Ann wished she had taken her pants off before she'd climbed the tree. She leaned her crotch against the tree trunk and moved her hips slowly back and forth, but any real pussy-play would have to wait.
The boy nearer her was breathing loudly enough for her to hear, and the sound was making her wish she had a finger up her cunt. His hand was moving faster and faster, and Ann didn't want to miss seeing the gism jump, but she wanted to keep her eye on the other bid, too.
The naked one was putting on a good show. His hips had begun to pump in opposition to his fist and his head was thrown back. He was pumping slower than his friend, so Ann shifted her gaze back to the boy nearer her. He seemed to be in a hurry. His whole body shook and Ann heard him groan.
When the white gobs of gism began flying, Ann almost fell out of the tree with longing. But she held on and ground her crotch on the trunk. The boy stopped pumping when he ran out of ammo, wiped the tip of his prick on a leaf and put his cock back in his pants.
Now the other boy was speeding up. He used a much more violent stroke than his friend and was more fun to watch. His legs trembled and his whole body shook. As he neared his climax, his buddy came back to where they had been and found his friend missing.
Then he-walked to where his buddy was still jerking off. Now the naked kid had two onlookers. Ann saw him shoot, his gism landing on a rock where it glimmered in the sun. His hand kept pumping for a while even when the gism stopped coming. Then he bent down and picked up his wet underpants. After wringing them out, he wiped his prick on the wet cotton. His friend discreetly retreated.
The boy who had saved her joined his friend and got dressed, leaving the wet shorts off. The boys seemed to be avoiding each other's eyes, Ann noticed, and thought that it was too bad they seemed ashamed of having jerked off. But Ann felt good to know that both guys must have had her body in mind while they'd stroked their joints.
"Let's go around to the other side," one of them said. "Maybe there'll be another chick who needs saving."
Ann stayed where she was in the tree until the boys were out of sight. When she scrambled down and unfastened her pants. She stuck her hand down in her undies over her cunt and squeezed. The sight of those kids jerking off had made her almost as dizzy as she had been when they pulled her out of the water.
Then she had a kinky idea. She went to where the boy had stood near the bush and looked for his spewings. There, on the branches of the bush, hung his gism in stringy splendor. Ann reached out and lifted the still-warm slime. The feeling of that precious fluid on her fingers thrilled her and made her cunt cry out for the stuff.
She stripped her pants off and brought the cum-smeared fingers to her cunt. Crouching to spread the lips, she smeared the slippery stuff in her pink crack. It made a perfect lubricant to rub her clit with. Then, as she felt desperate lust take control, she walked to where the other kid had left his cream. She walked in a sort of waddle because she didn't stop rubbing her twat with the gism-covered hand.
She didn't have any trouble finding that second reservoir of sperm. It shone like pearls on the rock where the boy had stood jerking off. Ann looked down at the beads of boy-juice and kept rubbing her cunt.
Her mouth watered as she wondered what would be the best way to enjoy that syrup. Watching the boys jerk off, then rubbing one of their loads into her twat, had made Ann a wild bitch in search of more thrills. She was already shaking with the passion that had resulted from those events, and her mind was geared to kinky pleasures.
So, keeping her gism-soaked hand busily massaging her twat, she got down on her knees and bent over. She brought her face down to the white treasure on the rock and stuck out her tongue. She could picture herself there in the weird position, and as she did she got even more excited.
Her tongue dipped into the largest glob of spilled cum, and the flavor immediately gave her a rush of perverted joy. She stirred the thick stuff with the tip of her tongue, thinning it with her saliva. Her slippery fingers were wiggling around in her cunt with frenzied activity as she pursed her lips around the puddle and sucked it into her mouth.
Then she sucked all the smaller gobs up too, until she had a mouthful of gism. The sun had kept it warm and it could have been pumped directly into her mouth from an exploding prick judging by the feel of the mess on her tongue.
When Ann lifted her head there were little wet spots of gism around her mouth, but she had managed to get most of it into her mouth, where she rolled it around and strained it through her teeth.
Her lust was building to the point where she wasn't aware of anything but the intense rapture filling her. Pure pleasure radiated through her from the vibrating clit to her reeling brain as the gism in her mouth and in her pussy helped launch her into orbit.
Her orgasm burst in her. She opened her mouth to moan, letting some of the gism she'd been eating run down her chin. Then she swallowed the remainder. Finally, she toppled over and lay on the rocks, jerking in spasms of sexual insanity.
When Ann pulled herself together, she washed her cunt and hands in the lake and picked up where she'd left off. She spread out in the sun and relaxed. After an orgasm she was always able to take a nap, so she did. When she woke, she began wrestling with the problem of getting Tom interested in going to the A; pies' orgy.
CHAPTER NINE
"The Apples are having a party Friday night," Ann said to Tom at dinner. "Phil asked us to come."
"Oh yeah? When did you see him?"
"He came into the shop a few days ago," Ann said. "You were out."
Tom wrinkled his brow.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" he asked.
"I guess I just forgot," Ann said. "Do you want to go? Phil said we should call and let them know."
"Sure, let's go. Why not?" Tom said.
Ann had trouble swallowing her last mouthful.
She would have to get Tom on the subject of group sex or he would be in for a big surprise at the party.
"You know, I think the Apples might be into orgies," she said.
"What?" Tom said with genuine amazement. "Whatever gave you that idea?"
"I think Betty hinted at it," Ann said. She didn't notice Tom's eyebrows leap at Betty's name. "Phil seemed to be hinting at it, too, when he came into the shop. Also, I saw Sarah go into a bedroom with a guy at the Taylors' party."
That was about all Ann could say without giving herself away as a voyeur. She saw Tom's face take on his thinking expression. He had to admit to himself that, some wild things were going on at the Taylors', but he couldn't tell Ann that he had fucked Betty in the bathroom. Maybe she was right, he thought, but it did seem rather far out.
"I don't know, Honey," he said. "I think you might be reading too much into this thing. I just can't believe the Apples would have an out and out orgy. I mean they might sneak off with someone else's spouse, but an orgy? And why would they invite us?"
"Maybe Sarah has the hots for you, or maybe Phil has for me," Ann said. "The important thing is that we decide what to do if the party does turn into an orgy."
Tom looked at Ann, trying to get a hint of what she wanted him to say. Could she be willing to join in an orgy? he wondered. He'd never thought of his wife as that sort before. If only he had known about her new hobby and what she'd been up to lately!
"Well, what do you think we should do?" he asked.
Ann began to fidget and squirm in her seat. She was dying to get into that orgy and wanted to tell Tom how she felt, but she thought she'd better go slowly.
"I don't know," she said. "The idea does turn me on, I have to admit."
Tom raised his eyebrows again. He kept on eating without saying anything.
"Well, how about you?" she asked. "What would you want to do if the party turns into an orgy?"
"I don't know, but I doubt that we'll have to make that decision anyway. Let's just play it by ... ear.
Ann wished Tom would be more specific. She knew what was going to happen at that party and she would have liked to know what Tom was going to do about it.
They didn't talk about the subject again until Friday afternoon. Ann reminded Tom of the party. He said he hadn't forgotten, but that was all he said. Ann didn't press him for his feelings about being involved in an orgy-it wouldn't have done any good, she realized, and she resigned herself to doing it Tom's way and playing it by ear.
After dinner they sat around in the living room reading the paper. There was plenty of time, especially since they wanted to be fashionably late. Ann couldn't sit still, though. She couldn't get the memory of what she'd seen through the Apples' window out of her mind. She wanted desperately to have her body ravaged by Betty again, but with Tom and Ted and whoever else was there, too. If Tom copped out at the last minute, she would be furious.
They decided to leave at nine o'clock, and for Ann the time dragged. Her cunt was ready for some spectacular action, but there were still forty-five minutes before they would leave. She decided to take another bath to kill some time.
In the tub she had to fight with herself to keep her hands off her cunt. The urge to jerk off was almost overpowering, but she wanted to save every bit of her sexual energy for the party. She dressed in her most alluring outfit-a pair of tight satin slacks and a flimsy blouse that had a plunging neckline.
When she was dressed, it was almost time to go. She spent the remaining minutes pacing back and forth.
"I wish you would relax," Tom said. "You're making me nervous, and you're getting yourself all worked up over nothing. I really don't think there's going to be the orgy you seem to be so excited about."
There was nothing Ann could do to convince Tom that there was going to be an orgy, and she hoped he wouldn't freak out when things got hot.
At about ten after nine, Tom was finally willing to leave. They decided to walk so they could drink all they wanted and wouldn't have to worry about driving while drunk. Tom even suggested that they walk across the field rather than take the road, but Ann managed to talk him out of that.
"Are you kidding?" she asked. "Don't you realize how muddy it will be this time of year?"
Tom had to agreed that his wife was right, and they walked along the road. As they walked, Ted's Jeep pulled up and he gave them a lift.
"I'm glad you decided to come tonight," Ted said.
Betty was with him, and she told them how happy she was that they were going, too.
Tom thought it was strange that they were making such a big deal out of their going to tire party, but then he realized that they might know something that he didn't. Could Ann be right about the orgy?
When they got to the Apples', Phil met them at the door and said, "I'm so glad you came after all."
After all? Tom wondered what that could mean, and he had to give his wife's theory about the orgy a little more credence.
Betty and Sarah took Ann aside and asked her if she explained the situation to Tom.
"I tried to, but he didn't seem to believe me," she said.
"Leave it to me," Betty said.
Ann knew that Betty could handle Tom. Now that her dream was almost a reality, Ann was getting so excited she could hardly sit still.
The Taylors showed up, making eight of them altogether. Ann was already thinking of all the things she would like to do with each person there, and she hoped to get some good views, too.
Everyone was talking and drinking and telling jokes, but there didn't seem to be an orgy in the works. Ann just tried to enjoy herself and not get impatient. But her cunt was leaking and her tits were aching for a good sucking.
Then, after about an hour of typical partying, things began to quiet down. People were sitting on the couch and on the floor near the couch. The music on the stereo became slower and softer. Lights were turned down.
Ann felt like she was about to enter a new realm of experience. Although she'd done some weird things lately, this was going to top them all. She sat down next to Ted and Bert Taylor. She was shivering with anticipation, and she could see that Tom was acting rather nervous, as though he was finally realizing that she had been right all along.
Betty went up to Tom and put her arm around him, leading him to a spot on the couch. Tom went willingly, and he looked at Betty with obvious lust, Ann noticed. He wouldn't be a problem. Ann realized.
"Madge, will you do your dance for us?" Phil asked Madge Taylor.
"Yeah, come on, Madge," Ted said, and everyone else joined in, encouraging the older woman to do it.
Madge got up and began moving to the music. Ann remembered that Madge gave modem dance lessons at the local YWCA, but she thought she would do something a little different now.
The woman's slim body began making beautiful movements around the room to the slow, sensuous music. She was remarkably agile for her age, Ann noticed, and she noticed too that Tom was enjoying it.
As she danced, Madge began unbuttoning her blouse. Ann felt a spasm in her cunt as Madge's tits came into view. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her tits were small but firm. When she had her chest bared, she continued dancing, with her tits doing a dance of their own on her chest.
Tom looked over at Ann and gave her a look that seemed to apologize for doubting her about the coming orgy. Betty was snuggling up to him, running her hand over his leg, and to let him know that it was all right with her, Ann leaned on Ted and made her-thigh brush up against Bert.
Madge began unfastening her slacks. Now her dance was becoming more like a striptease. The woman's hips were moving around and pumping in very erotic movements. She opened her pants and wiggled out of them. As they were pulled down, her body was displayed almost totally, and it was gorgeous. Ann decided to take dance lessons so she would look that good when she was forty.
Madge continued her dance in her bikini undies. She turned and showed everyone the dark crack of her ass as it shook in the confines of the sheer nylon. When she faced the crowd gathered at her feet, her pubic curls could be clearly seen compressed in the skimpy garment.
Then she pulled the panties down ever so slowly. She lowered them to her crotch, turned, and pulled them down below her round, shimmering ass-cheeks. Bending over, she pulled them down over her legs and let her furry pussy peek out between her thighs.
She danced with her back to them for a while, then threw the undies over her shoulder. Phil caught them and held them to his face, breathing in noisily the funky odor. That sight gave Ann a jolt of passion, and when Ted put his hand on her thigh, she thought she was going to burst with wild lust.
Madge spun around suddenly, showing everyone her hairy muff. Her tits were spinning in opposite directions as her hips pumped. Ann wondered what it would be like to make it with a woman who had that much control over her body. She hoped to find out before the night was over.
Now, all the people were grabbing and massaging each other. Ann saw Betty reach into Tom's crotch and rub his stiff prick. Ted was grabbing at her tit and Bert was sliding his hand up her thigh to the damp region of her pussy.
Madge danced up to Phil, who was sitting on the floor. She brought her cunt to his face and he stuck his muzzle right into it. Everyone watched his head moving with the lashes of his tongue in that pussy. It seemed to be a signal that the orgy was officially on.
Ted attacked Ann's chest with his hands and face. She helped him unbutton her blouse, then he was gobbling up her stiff nipples. Bert worked on her pants while Ted thrust his tongue into her mouth.
When Ted left Ann's mouth and tits while he undressed, she looked around and thrilled to the sight of all the guests going wild. Clothes were coming off and hands and mouths were replacing them. Betty's tits were out and bouncing around Ann's husband's head while she helped him get his cock out. When Ann saw Tom's prick handled by that other chick, she was glad to find that she didn't feel the least bit jealous. It was a wonderful voyeuristic sight to see that prick she'd played with for years in the hands of that sexy little creature.
Bert had pulled Ann's pants down and off her legs, giving her a super sensation of being ravaged. Ted was once again smothering himself in the ample piles of tit flesh on her chest, and now Bert was kissing his way up her thigh. She spread her legs as she waited for his mouth to arrive at her soaking, hairy crotch.
Madge still had her crotch pressed to Phil's face, but now she was leaning over him and bringing her face down on Tom's stiff prick. The sight of the woman sliding her husband's prick into her mouth made Ann hungry for a prick to suck on, and the sight of Phil sucking Madge's twat made Ann long for that experience, too.
As Phil's mouth arrived at her pussy, Ann slid down farther and spread wider. She pulled Ted's head from her tits and pushed him into position to eat his meat. She Opened wide and took his fat prick into her mouth just as she'd seen Sarah doing through the window a week before. Ted's huge dong filled her mouth so tightly she could barely move her tongue around the head.
Tom was sucking Betty's tits as Madge sucked his prick, and Ann saw Sarah come to his aid, taking Betty's other tit into her mouth. As she sucked Ted, Ann kept looking around the room at the other action. She didn't know what was more exciting-the tongue in her snatch, the prick in her mouth, or the sight of all that sucking around her.
Pricks and cunts were passed from one person to the next until the eight of them were strung out on the floor in the big circle. Each had their mouth busy on a crotch. Ann was sucking Bert's prick, and Ted was sucking her cunt.
As she looked around at the members of that kinky circle, she noticed that everyone seemed to be sucking gently, and Ted was tonguing her pussy with a lazy stroke, so she assumed that the sucking was just a prelude to more vigorous games which would come later. She moved her head back and forth slowly, sliding Bert's prick over the wet surface of her tongue.
Ann saw Sarah drop Tom's prick from her mouth, then crawl out of the grip Bert had on her hips as he ate her. The daisy-chain began to break up, and Ann was eager to see what would happen next. Tom had been eating Madge, but when he pulled his head from her crotch, she gave a yell and pulled him back into the vee of her thighs. Apparently she'd gone too far to stop.
Everybody else gathered around the last of the chain to watch. If Madge wanted Tom to bring her off, he would, and the others could enjoy the sight. Ann wondered how Tom felt being the center of attention at his first orgy. He didn't seem to mind.
Ann felt the lust that only a voyeur can know as she squatted beside the head of her husband as it bobbed over that older woman's cunt. The others seemed to be enjoying the show as much as she was, and a few of the men were sucking tits as Tom worked on Madge's pussy. Betty reached between Tom's thighs from behind and played with his balls.
The twitching cocks that stood from all the men's laps leant a strange quality to the scene, Ann noticed. Bert and Phil even grabbed their own pricks and held them as they watched. When Madge began moaning in ecstatic bursts, all eyes shifted from Tom's sucking to the woman's face. Her pretty features were turned into a mask of passion. Her lips were drawn back in a sardonic grin and her jaw hung slack. Her eyes were closed, but she opened them every now and then to watch herself being watched. She must have enjoyed the eyes on her, Ann thought.
Watching Madge's body shake and jerk made everyone began grabbing at each other again, so that when she finally settled down in satisfied easy, and Tom lifted his face from her wet gash, everyone had almost forgotten about them.
Ann felt hands on her tits and looked up to see Sarah leaning toward her. It seemed that all the chicks were bisexual, and Ann was thrilled to be getting some lesbian attention. Sarah's kiss reminded Arm of the wonderful feminine way Betty's lips had felt when she'd first experienced the pleasure of lesbian passion.
Ann's and Sarah's tits mashed together in a bouncing collision of soft flesh. They added their hands to the piles of heavy boobs, massaging and squeezing. They were lying side by side on the floor, and Ann suddenly felt the blunt, hot tip of a cock touch her ass. She didn't know who the prick belonged to, and it was exciting to remain ignorant.
The prick was helped between her asscheeks by a gentle hand, and it moved to the oozing slot of her cunt. There, the prick-knob got wet with her juice, then retreated to her asshole. When she felt the spongy head press at that aperture, Ann tried to relax the sphincter muscle so the cock could squeeze in.
Ann stuck her tongue deep into Sarah's mouth as the cock slid up her ass. Higher and higher that prick moved into her ass-channel, until she felt the guy's hips press into the well-padded cheeks of her ass. When the dong began pumping, Ann ground her face on Sarah's with wild lust.
"Let me eat you," Ann gasped as she took her mouth from Sarah's.
Sarah moved into position and spread her crotch. Now with a cock up her bum, Ann stuck her head between Sarah's legs and felt her bristling curls on her face. When she stabbed that twat with her tongue and stirred it around she was filled with lesbian wantonness.
The prick in her ass was moving faster and deeper, causing Ann to grunt into the cunt she was wearing on her face like a mask.
The explosions of Ann's breath in Sarah's cunt made it the best cunt-lapping she'd ever had.
Sarah was shaking her body so violently before long that Ann had to hold on to her ass to keep her face in the gash. At the same time, the prick up her ass was feeling hotter and stiffer. She knew it wouldn't be long before her asshole was filled with thick gism.
Sarah and the anonymous buggerer behind her came at about the same .time, giving Ann the feeling of being eaten alive by a pack of wolves, but this was more fun. The heat of flowing gism filled her ass as Sarah's cunt oozed hot cream over her cheeks and chin.
When the prick was removed from the ring of her asshole, some of the cream it had left behind leaked out, but Betty had seen what was going on, and she was there in a flash to clean up Ann's crotch with her tongue.
With that little lesbian cunt-sucker's tongue in her twat again, Ann was being lifted into the rare atmosphere of ecstasy. She lay sprawled on the floor, only aware of the tongue that was moving like a crazed snake in her crotch. When Bert came over and shoved his dork into her mouth, Ann began sucking automatically, without even being aware of the cock.
With her hands on Bert's shaft and the fat head of his prick in her mouth, Ann prepared for his load, but the exquisite sensations Betty was licking into her were much more important. Betty stuck a finger into the gism-lubricated asshole while her tongue reached up her twat-tube.
Ann's body twitched convulsively, causing her hands to jerk Bert's prick violently. He began to grunt, but Ann didn't even hear him, and only when she felt a hot bullet of scream burst into her mouth did she really understand that she'd been giving a blow job.
As she came, she let her mouth open with a scream of rapture, letting Bert's gism escape and drool down over her tits. Once again, there was a tongue waiting to mop up. Madge bathed her husband's spewings from Ann's tits.
Ann was temporarily fucked-out. She lay there while her body was used by this person and that for weird games. When she was rested, an idea struck her. She climbed up on the couch, then slipped out of the room. Her body was shaky from the onslaught of the cocks and cunts she had encountered, but she wanted to get a slightly different kick.
Slipping out the back door, she went to the window where she had peeked before. There was an almost identical sight. As she grabbed her twat and rubbed it madly, the idea that she had just emerged from that pile of flesh added the only thing that could have made her voyeurism more pleasurable.
Watching her husband and the rest of them slithering in that knot of bodies, Ann gave herself the best orgasm of the evening.
CHAPTER TEN
The next time Joe and Jane came to Owlsport for a weekend they were surprised at the new additions to their friends' house. The king-sized waterbed with the mirror above it was the first filing they noticed when they went upstairs. The low stools out in the hallway near every door seemed peculiar, but if they had sat on any of them, they would have found that they were sitting comfortably at keyhole level. The movie screen that pulled down out of the ceiling wasn't very noticeable when it was rolled up, but they would see it later if Tom's and Ann's plans worked out.
After their first orgy, Ann and Tom had come clean with each other about their activities. Ann knew that Tom had fucked Betty, and Tom knew almost everything that his wife had been up to, including the jerking-off session with Joe.
As soon as they had a chance, they began telling their friends from the city about their new sexual arrangements. Joe was instantly interested, but no one knew how Jane felt.
"How about coming to bed with us?" Ann asked them.
Joe and Jane looked at each other, and they were all glad to see Jane's face break into a happy smile.
"I've wanted to try something like that for a long time," she said.
Joe looked at her in surprised excitement. Oh, if he'd only known.
That night, the four of them rocked on the waterbed watching some films. Jane said she liked the one with the two chicks eating cherries from each other's cunts. Joe's favorite was the chick masturbating with a vibrator.
Ann ran down to the kitchen and came back with a bowl of cherries, and Tom reached into a drawer and pulled out a vibrator. He turned it on and brought it to Ann's twat. As the long white dildo began to disappear up her cunt-sleeve, Ann put her hands on Jane's thighs and spread them, and began poking the cherries up her cute quim.
Jane's eyes opened wide as Ann leaned down and sucked out a red fruit. Then Tom took a turn reaching up her twat and plucking out a cherry. Joe was next. Then they filled her cunt again, and took another round of turns.
Jane wanted to try it, so Ann slipped a few cherries up her own cunt. Jane had never touched another chick's twat before, but she stuck her face right into Ann's hairy cunt and sucked one of those cherries out. The new flavor sent her brain reeling.
Joe took over the dildo duties, sliding the shiny white shaft in and out of Ann's twat. When Ann began moaning from the vibrating toy, Joe and Jane thrilled at the sight of a wanton chick having a crashing orgasm.
Jane had begun tickling her clit to keep her juices flowing. Tom leaned into the vee of Jane's legs, and as her husband watched, he gave her twat a tongue-lashing. Joe grabbed Ann and climbed on top of her. Slipping his cock up her snatch, he began pumping powerfully.
"Let me know when you're going to come," Ann told Joe.
He nodded in agreement. After a short series of thrusts, he grunted that he was going to shoot. Ann pushed him off her and let his prick spring from her twat. Then, scrambling down his body, she took the bucking dong in her mouth.
She was just in time, she found, when she immediately felt that first powerful shot of gism. As the flavor of her cunt juice on his prick mingled with the cream firing out of it, Ann sucked him dry.
Next, both guys got plugged into Jane. Tom from the front and her husband from the rear. They were all on their knees with Jane pressed between them.
"Where are you going?" Joe asked Ann as she got off the bed and walked toward the door with the vibrator in her hand.
"I won't be far," said Ann.
The door closed, there was the sound of a stool being moved and the faint hum of the vibrator.
