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 Hot Family Next Door By Perry Jones





   Chapter Two



   The apartment next to Peg's had been empty since the building became a
co-op.  Poor old Mr.  and Mrs.  Billings couldn't afford to buy their
apartment, so they moved to a retirement community in Arizona.  Peg missed
the apple and blueberry pies Mrs.  Billings used to make and give her.



   So it was strange to hear voices coming through the living room wall
again.  Peg went right over to the wall and pressed her ear to it.  Sounds
of furniture being set down and men's voices were coming from the next-door
apartment.  Peg was excited.  She couldn't wait to see who her new
neighbors would be.



   But for a week there were no more signs of life.  Peg had almost
forgotten about the next-door apartment.  Then, as she lay on the couch one
afternoon, she heard voices.



   Since she was reading her book on witches again, the voices gave her an
eerie feeling.



   Dave was at the office and Skeet, Peg's son, was in school.  Being alone
and reading about witches- Peg was at the part of the book dealing with
human sacrifices-the soft, unintelligible voices gave Peg the creeps.  But
that didn't stop her from going to the wall and pressing her ear to it.



   Now the voices were clearer, but not clear enough to understand.  She
could tell that it was a man's and a woman's voices, though.



   So Peg's new neighbors had finally moved in.  She was eager to meet
them. Peg went and knocked on their door.  She was bringing them a pie she
had baked, but her main reason was simple curiosity.



   There was no answer.  Peg knocked again.  She had heard voices just
before leaving her apartment, so she must have just missed them, she
thought.  But when she got back to her apartment the voices were still
humming softly through the wall.



   "I think there's something fishy going on next door," Peg said at dinner
that evening.



   "What?" Dave asked.  "Are our new neighbors witches or something?"



   "I knew you'd say that," Peg said.



   "Yeah, I hope they are witches," Skeet said as he shoved a huge piece of
pie into his mouth.  "I'll join them."



   "I went over there to welcome them to the building and take them a pie,"
Peg said.  "But there was no answer.  Then, as soon as I got back, I heard
voices coming through the wall."



   "I think you'd better stop listening at the wall," Dave said.



   "I wasn't listening," Peg said sternly.  "It so happens that when it's
quiet in here, you can hear voices from the next apartment."



   "They probably just want privacy," Dave said.  "I don't blame them."



   "I'll bet they're criminals hiding out," Skeet said.



   "Don't talk with your mouth full," Peg told her son, then dropped the
subject.



   The next day, though, there were voices sifting through the wall again.
Peg couldn't help pressing her ear to the wall even though she knew she
wouldn't be able to hear what was being said.



   The conversation was softer this time.  There seemed to be a strange
quality to the voices, though.  Gradually, the voices became softer, then
they merged into a sing-song chant and grew louder again.



   Peg kept her ear pressed to the wall.  The first thing she thought of
were the scenes of witches described in her book.  Witches had all sorts of
chants and rituals.



   Whatever was going on over there was stirring up a lot of excitement in
Peg.



   But suddenly all imaginings of the supernatural vanished from Peg's mind
as she realized what she was listening to-a woman in sexual ecstasy!  How
could she have been so stupid?  Dave was right all along.  She had let her
imagination go wild.



   Now that the sounds were identified, though, Peg remained with her ear
against the wall.  After all, witchcraft wasn't the only thing Peg was
interested in.  Sex was high on her list of favorite topics.



   Never before had she been so turned on by the sounds of someone else
fucking.  Soon, she was panting, and her cunt seeped juice into the hot
crotch of her panties.  Each cry of sexual joy coming through the wall tore
at her heart and made her long to have her own pussy filled!



   She hadn't even noticed that she had lifted a hand and placed it on her
own tit until she squeezed her fingers into the softness of her tit.



   Then she gasped with pleasure, although she was shocked at her behavior.




   There was no way she could resist bringing herself to a climax now.  If
she didn't, there was no telling what the lust she felt might do to her
health.  So, feeling foolish and silly, she began unfastening her slacks.



   With a hand on her tit and another in her slacks, Peg was on her way to
sexual ecstasy.  She even began to moan, but not loud enough to be heard by
the fucking couple next door.



   With her hand crammed into her undies, Peg grabbed her pussy, filling
her fingers with her pudgy pussy mound.  Her fingers lay on either side of
her tender cunt crack, being heated and moistened.  Just massaging her cunt
mound sent waves of pleasure through her.



   Usually Peg finger-fucked slowly.  But now there was some urgency-she
wanted to come while the woman next door was still moaning.



   So Peg spread the lips of her cunt with two fingers and entered her
gaping cunt gash with her middle finger.  Right up her tight fuckhole she
reached while continuing to massage her soft pussy mound with her palm.



   "Ohhhhh!" she cried.



   The desperate cries from the other side of the wall seemed to be growing
in volume.  Peg stirred her cunt vigorously, bringing herself to the verge
of a climax.  But then she slowed her finger, maintaining her passion but
not reaching for an orgasm.  She would ride the crest of this wave until
the wails of lust next door began to subside.  Then she would trigger her
own bliss.



   Peg could play with her pussy like a musician playing his instrument. 
Being a housewife had given her the opportunity to practice her
masturbatory skills, and she had become an expert.



   It seemed she would have some time to enjoy her passion now, so she let
go of her tit and unbuttoned her blouse.  She toppled one tit free of her
bra and lifted it toward her face.  She took her own erect nipple into her
mouth and began sucking noisily.



   It wasn't easy to stand like that: her ear to the wall, her legs bent
and spread to give her access to her cunt, and her head lowered to her
naked tit.  She looked ridiculous.  But she was also the picture of kinky
perversion!



   So when the door opened and her husband Dave stepped in, he was amazed
at what he found.  Peg, of course, was equally amazed to be caught.  For
several seconds, both of them stared at each other, too shocked to move. 
Peg had let her tit slip from her mouth, though, and it quivered on her
chest.



   "What are you doing home?" Peg finally said as she pulled her wet hand
from her pants and stood up straight.  "I didn't expect you."



   "Obviously not!" Dave said as his eyes remained fastened to the
disheveled woman.



   Then Dave noticed the sound coming through the wall.  His eyes indicated
as much as they left his wife and turned to the wall as though he could see
through it.



   "I couldn't help it," Peg said.  "I heard them and .  .  .  and I got
horny."



   Peg felt humiliated as she stared at Dave, tall, blond, perfectly
dressed in his gray suit and red tie.  She was very aware of how she looked
with her tit hanging out, her slacks opened, her wet hand held behind her
back like a kid hiding the cookies she'd been caught stealing.



   Suddenly, Peg turned and ran into the bedroom.  She threw herself onto
the bed, hoping Dave would leave her alone with her misery.



   When she heard him enter the room, she curled up, trying to disappear.
But Dave came to the bed, sat down and put a hand gently on her shoulder.



   "Come on, honey," he said.  "Don't be embarrassed.  It's nothing."



   But Peg curled up into a tighter knot.



   "I don't blame you for taking the opportunity to masturbate," he
continued.  "It's exciting to hear someone moaning like that.  I used to
jerk off when I was a kid and heard my mother moaning like that down the
hall."



   This was interesting to Peg.  Dave had never mentioned his own private
habits to her, and she found it exciting to think of him with his prick in
his hand.  It didn't cure her humiliation, though.



   "Yeah, but you were just a kid then," she said softly.



   "Oh, I still jerk off once in a while," Dave said.  Now Peg was really
interested!  "When?" she asked.



   Dave cleared his throat.  "Sometimes late at night when you're asleep.
Once I even jerked off in bed with you while holding your cunt in my hand."




   Peg's humiliation was leaving her, and her lust was returning.  What
Dave was saying now was exciting.  Suddenly, Peg saw sexual possibilities
she'd never dreamed of before.  But could she make them come true?



   "At least I never caught you," she whined as pathetically as she could,
still sounding wounded.



   "I know," Dave said.  "If you had, I would have felt as foolish and
embarrassed as you do now."



   Peg braced herself.  "Then let me see you jerk off."



   Still lying face down on the bed, Peg waited with eagerness for Dave to
say something.



   "I .  .  .  I .  .  .  don't think I could," Dave said.  "Besides, I
didn't really see you jerking off.  You stopped as soon as I came in, and
you had all your clothes on."



   There was another silence.  Peg knew what she wanted, and she forced
herself to say so.



   "I'll let you watch me if I can watch you," she said in a little girl's
voice, which was appropriate for the childish request.



   "All right," Dave said.



   Peg rolled over and looked up.  She was smiling wanly at her husband. 
Her tit was still visible, pushed up by her empty bra cup.



   "Take off your clothes," Peg said, her voice suddenly seductive.



   As Dave carefully removed his suit, tie and shirt, Peg stripped off her
tight slacks, her blouse, her panties and her bra.  She leaned against the
head of the bed and spread her legs.  Her pink pussy gash was wet.



   Dave was soon as naked as her, and he sat on the bed with his legs
surrounding Peg's.  His prick towered above his belly, nodding in approval
of Peg's kinky plan.



   "Go ahead," Peg said.  "You start first."



   She was still reluctant to perform her secret exercise in front of Dave,
even after fifteen years of marriage.  Dave, also shy about his private
practices, slowly reached for his prick.  He wrapped his fist around his
cock and began dragging the loose skin up and down over his hard-on.  He
kept his eyes on Peg's face, watching how she stared so intently at his
prick.



   Breathing through her mouth, her eyelids heavy with lust, Peg reached
for her cunt.



   She spread her thighs farther apart, giving Dave a good view of her
yawning cunt slot.  Her cute inner cunt lips opened, revealing the darkness
in her fuck tunnel.  Her hand descended over her tawny pussy hair, and she
dipped the tips of her index, middle, and ring fingers into her spread cunt
gash, covering her clit.  Her pinky remained lifted daintily out of the
way.



   With a lazy circular motion, Peg rubbed her clit.  Her inner pussy lips
and her soft cunt mound moved as they were stretched and pushed.



   Peg and Dave went slowly while feasting their eyes on something they'd
never seen before.  Peg loved the way Dave's balls bounced on his lower ass
cheeks as his fist moved up and down his cock.  His body looked so taut and
lean, with every muscle tensed.



   Peg tried to give Dave a good show.  She exaggerated the motion of her
own body, making her tits jostle.  So far, she had limited herself to the
most rudimentary masturbatory motion- simply massaging her clit.  But she
began fucking her fingers into her pussy, stretching her inner cunt lips as
she buried her fingers into her body as far as she could.  Then, after a
vigorous stir, she pulled them out and began massaging her clit again.



   "Ahhhhh!" She sighed as her lust mounted.



   With her eyes still glued to her husband's prick, Peg caught one of her
quivering tits in her hand and kneaded it just as she had been doing when
he walked in on her.



   She saw Dave's gaze pried from her cunt by the way she played with her
tit.  Having him catch her finger-fucking made this the best masturbation
session she'd ever had.



   Peg decided to show Dave a trick she'd discovered only lately-a kinky
trick that added excitement to her jerking off.  Letting go of her tit, she
switched hands at her cunt.  Then she brought her wet fingers to her face
and slipped them into her mouth.



   Sucking the tasty cunt juice from her fingers brought Dave's eyes to her
face for the first time since she began playing with her pussy.  But Peg
didn't notice because her eyes were still fastened to Dave's swollen
cockhead.



   "Mmmmmmm," she hummed in delight at the flavor of her pussy cream.



   By this time, Dave was forcing himself to go slowly.  Peg could tell by
the way he was panting that he was getting close to sending his jism
flying. And since she wanted to come when he did, she pressed her fingers
more firmly on her clit and rubbed it with a faster motion.



   She stopped switching hands and sucking her wet fingers, too.  Instead,
she grabbed her tit again and lifted it toward her face.  Again she dipped
her head and began sucking her nipple.



   "Aaaaaaah," Peg gasped when her tit slipped from her grasp and popped
from her mouth.



   But she recaptured her tit and held it tighter and sucked harder.  She
was scrubbing her clit with a quick back-and-forth wipe now, as she always
did when she was about to come.



   "Mmmmmmm!" She hummed, gagged by the tit in her mouth as she hit a
fabulous orgasm.



   "Hahhhhh," Dave gasped as the first shot of pearly jism leaped from his
purplish prick head.



   In the grip of dizzying passion, they looked into each other's eyes with
affection.  But they quickly looked down again to where the action was.



   Dave's prick became a Roman candle sending fireballs of jism into the
air above his stomach.  His balls bobbed wildly with the motion of his
pounding fist.



   Peg's body was practically vibrating.  Her arm was a blur and her
fingers on her clit disappeared like the blades of a fan disappear.  Her
free tit danced crazily on her chest.  Her other tit was still held to her
mouth in a claw-like grip of her hand, but with her frenzied shaking she
wasn't able to keep her nipple in her mouth.  Rather, the nipple was wiped
over her lips, cheeks, and chin.  Then, with a wail of ecstasy, Peg let go
of her tit, threw back her head, and went into a fit of orgasmic bliss.



   "Eeeeeeee!" she squealed shrilly.



   When she looked up again, Dave's hand was still, his prick shrinking. 
Both hand and prick were draped with streamers of jism.



   It took Peg a while to stop.  Her orgasms always died long deaths.  When
she was also motionless, satisfied and exhausted, she and Dave looked into
each other's eyes again and giggled like children.



   Peg, her mouthwatering, crawled forward and licked Dave's jism from his
prick, hand and belly.  Then she curled up beside her husband.



   "That was fun," she cooed.



   "Yeah, good thing I came home for lunch," Dave said.



   "Oh, you haven't had a thing to eat.  What time do you have to be back
at the office?"



   "At one," Dave said.  "I've got a long afternoon ahead of me."



   "Oh, Dave, you can't go back without having something to eat."



   "Make me a sandwich," he said.  "I'll eat it on the way back to work."



   Dave quickly dressed while Peg, still naked, threw a few slices of ham
between two pieces of bread.  She hated to see Dave grab the sandwich and
run out of the apartment.



   "Oh, hello," Peg heard Dave saying in the hallway.  "You must be our new
neighbors."



   Peg wanted to run out into the hallway to see who her neighbors were. 
But she was naked, so she had to forgo the opportunity to see those strange
people.


   To Be Continued