David Crane

Hot peeping wife

CHAPTER ONE

Norman Silvia was talking to his friends in the local bar.

"I mean; you expect milkmen to get fucked, right?" he was saying. "You expect horny housewives to fuck meter readers and gardeners. But you ever hear of a carpenter getting any pussy? I ask you!"

Norman was a carpenter. He was wearing blue overalls with lots of pockets for hammers and screwdrivers and tools and such – tools with a splotch of congealed cum on the fly. Norman was a tall, thin fellow, with the brawny forearms of his trade – the muscles developed by having turned a million screws and pounded a million nails – lank, dark hair and a sallow face. Normally he was unhappy with his lot because he wanted to be an architect rather than a common carpenter, but today, he was bubbling over with enthusiasm.

"So what happened?" one of his friends asked, knowing Norman was going to tell them the tale whether they asked or not. Usually he bored them by talking about the latest fish he had caught, so they figured that this story could only be an improvement.

And they had noticed the cum on his fly, as well.

There just had to be an interesting story behind that.

Looking smug and satisfied, Norman said: "Well, I'm here to tell you that carpenters get some pussy too!"

He gulped some beer and launched himself into the tale.

That morning, Norman, who was listed in the Yellow Pages, had got a telephone call from the Shady Nook Motel. The motel had just come under new management, and some minor carpentry was required. Norman, thinking nothing of it, had driven over and lugged his toolbox into the office. Carl Jefferson, the new manager, was at the desk when Norman came in.

"Oh, yes, the workman," he said.

"Carpenter," Norman corrected.

"My wife will show you what is to be done," Jefferson said. Then he called through to the back. "Darling! The workman is here will you show him what to do?"

Marlene Jefferson came out from the back, and Norman's eyes had popped out like hard boiled eggs. Marlene was a very sexy piece. Norman was divorced. His wife had been fat and had warts, and still she had left him for another man. Norman, although he had a big prick, had never had much luck with the ladies. And he sure wished he could have some luck with a lady like Mrs. Jefferson.

She was tall and willowy.

She had a wild mane of red hair all tousled over her cheeks and neck, as if she had just come tumbling from the midst of some energetic orgy and wouldn't mind tumbling right back in. Her green eyes were slightly tilted up at the corners and her lips looked as if they had been specifically designed for sucking on pricks. They were full, sensual and erotic.

She was wearing a jade-green jumpsuit that matched the color of her eyes, and she had left the zipper undone at the neck so that the full cleavage of her thrusting tits could be seen, almost to the nipples. Those nipples, pressing out in clear definition against the jumpsuit, offered definite proof that she was not wearing a bra.

She knew she was sexy – no doubt of that. The way she looked at him gave him a thrill. He didn't think anything would come of it, of course, but he was getting excited just looking at her. She told him to follow her, and he did so, his tongue almost hanging out, like a dog in pursuit of a bitch in heat. Her heart shaped ass swayed erotically as she led the way across the courtyard to one of the motel units.

A maid emerged from another of the units. She had red hair, too, and green eyes and looked a great deal like Mrs. Jefferson, in a slimmer, younger fashion.

"Hi, Mom," she said.

"Just about finished with the rooms, Jeannie?" the older woman asked, pausing by the roll cart.

Well, that explains why they look alike, Norman thought.

The girl was as sexy as her mother – more so, if anything. The double delight was getting to him, and he felt his cock begin to stir and harden. He hoped that he would be left alone to get on with his carpentry so that he would have a chance to give his prick a good hand sawing. Norman, unlucky with women, tended to jack himself off quite a lot. His skilled carpenter's hands, firm grip and deft touch made him quite handy at the job.

Jeannie moved on, pushing the cart, and Mrs. Jefferson led him on to one of the farther units. They went in. The bed was made. It made Norman feel nervous to be alone in a room with a bed and a redhead. Maybe I'll lie down on the bed when I whack off, he thought.

"I want you to bore two holes through this wall," Marlene Jefferson was instructing him. "Here and – here."

"How come?"

"Is that any concern of yours?" she asked. But she gave him an amused smile as she spoke.

"Well, no – but if I do that, you're going to have holes through into the room next door," he explained.

"Precisely."

"But why would you want that?"

Now her smile was very provocative, and she said: "Why, so that we can look through, of course."

Norman gulped.

"Have you any objections?" she asked.

"What are you, lady – some sort of pervert?" he rasped.

"Ummm," she said, brightly. "My husband and I are both voyeurs." She realized that Norman did not know what the word meant. "That means we get our kicks by spying on other people."

Norman's jaw dropped.

"We need two holes so that we can watch together," she added.

Norman was simply astounded – both that she was a pervert and that she had so readily admitted to her perversion – just as if she didn't think there was anything wicked about it.

"That's why we have taken over the motel, actually," said Marlene. "We have spy-holes and two-way mirrors at home, but we don't always have house guests. Here at the motel, we will have a chance to watch different couples fucking every night."

"Gee, lady – I don't know," Norman said. He silently vowed never to bring a lady to this motel, even if he ever got lucky enough to find a lady to bring.

"Why ever not?"

"Well, it's not ethical," he said. "Carpenters got a code of ethics, just like doctors and lawyers. Just like mailmen and cops – well, maybe not cops."

Norman, arrested for failing to make his alimony payment once, had been whacked with rubber hoses. But it had all been a mistake and they had apologized to him, afterwards, to their credit. They had mistaken him for a hippy.

Marlene put her hand on his shoulder and looked him directly in the eye.

"But surely you will make an exception for me, won't you?"

"I – I don't think…" He was wondering if he could get kicked out of the carpenter's union for being a party to perversion.

Her hand moved down his arm.

Norman flexed his biceps.

"Ooooh!" she said, and her sweet red lips puckered up as she made the sound, moist and inviting.

What the hell, Norman decided. The union is just a bunch of communists, anyhow.

"Okay, I'll do it," he agreed.

"You won't be sorry," said Marlene, her long lashes flickering over her slanted green eyes. "Watching other people fuck isn't the only thing I enjoy."

Norman almost fainted as most of his blood rushed instantly into his prick, leaving his brain starved for oxygen.

Marlene sat on the bed, watching Norman drill the spy holes. There was one hole at eye level and another at a point halfway to the floor – so one of the watchers can kneel down, Norman assumed. It made sense to him – he often knelt down when he jerked off. It was a comfortable position. But he was not comfortable now, with his prick pounding away, and the sexy redhead sitting there on the bed. She was playing with the zipper at the front of her jumpsuit, drawing it down a few inches, then up again.

Norman's cock was so hard, he thought he could use it to bore those holes, instead of a drill. He knew she was looking at the way the front of his overalls stuck out. He hoped she wasn't a cock teaser – that she hadn't conned him into doing this job! He drilled away. Sawdust curled from the holes. The zipper went up and down, showing more and more tit.

Then the job was finished.

Norman placed his eye to the hole to check it out. He could see the bed in the next room, empty now, but right there to be seen. He knelt and checked the lower hole, as if he were being a meticulous workman, making sure he had done the job right. But he was hesitating because he wasn't sure what to expect next and was almost fearful of finding out. Would she just thank him and pay for his services? Or would she fuck him?

Not looking at her, he said: "Won't the – er – people in the other room see your eye in the hole?"

"Oh, we have some prints to hang over the holes," she explained. "Lots of colorful splashes, where a hole won't be obvious."

She's thought of everything, Norman thought. He could delay no longer. Trembling with hopeful expectations, he turned toward her.

And Marlene pulled the zipper all the way down.

Norman moved, prick first, to the bed. He still wore his overalls, and the bib was dragged down from the shoulders, and the crotch was pulled up from between his thighs as his big, hard cock pushed the material out like a tent-pole. He stood beside the bed. She was still wearing the jumpsuit, although it was unzipped all the way down now, and he could see the triangle of her cunt bush, as flaming-red as the hair on her head, as if it had caught fire from the heat of her cunt.

He had never undressed a woman who wore a jumpsuit.

How did you get the damned thing off?

Norman knew how to bore and saw, hammer and screw, but undressing a woman stumped him sometimes.

As it turned out, it didn't matter. Marlene, noticing how very large the lump in his overalls had become, had decided to give him a blow job instead of a fuck. She always enjoyed sucking cock. Fucking was wonderful, of course, but one prick felt pretty much like another when it was up her cunt. But with a strange prick, she could appreciate the subtle differences in shade, color and texture when she was sucking on it.

Norman started to kneel beside her.

"No, stay there," she said.

She smiled up at him, and he saw the pink tip of her nimble tongue slip across her lower lip.

"You've done a good job, Norman," Marlene told him. "You are a workman worthy of his hire, and I have a special treat in mind for you."

Norman gave a little gasp of anticipation. The redhead squirmed a little, letting him look at her tits and belly, exposed through the parted wedge of her one-piece garment. Then she reached out and began to unbutton his fly.

Norman clenched his fists and grated his teeth and rolled his eyes. He had not had a blow job in ages. His fat wife used to blow him once in awhile, but not very often and not very skillfully, and she always spat his cum out afterwards. But Marlene looked like a cum drinker to him.

One by one, she undid the brass buttons on his fly.

His prick sprang out suddenly, snapping to quivering attention, so taut that it was humming like a tuning fork. Marlene gazed at his fucker appreciatively. His cock knob was shiny and tapered and the stalk was long and rock-hard. A fat dark vein ran up the bottom of his prick, and his cleft was parted and already starting to bubble with cum. She reached into his fly and hauled his hairy balls out, wanting all of his sex tackle exposed. She gave a little sigh of pleasure when she saw how swollen his balls were, how stuffed full of jism. When she sucked a prick, she liked to get a nice big drink of cum out of it. It seemed a lot of trouble to go to if she got no more than a trickle in the end.

She looked up at his face through fluttering eyelashes.

"Would you like me to suck you off?" she asked.

Norman tried to speak, but his vocal cords seemed as taut as his prick. No sound came out but a gurgle. Instead, he nodded enthusiastically and jammed his hips forward, pushing his prick towards her. She took his cock-shaft in her hand. She arched her back and touched his dripping cock-knob against her nipple. She stroked it once, her fist skimming. His big cock expanded and pulsated in her hand. She could see that he was about ready to blow his wad, and she figured she had better not fool around very much, or he was liable to shoot before she had the pleasure of sucking on his tasty-looking prick.

"Ummm – carpenters have lovely cocks," she whispered.

Ducking in, she began to lick the head of his cock.

Her tongue fluttered and curled all around the slippery tip, lapping up the pre-cum that oozed from the cleft. Norman groaned. He threw his head and shoulders back and pushed his loins out, his slender body curved into an arc, like a bent bow all set to release the arrow of his prick.

Marlene let his cock slide along her cheek as she leaned in and lapped his balls for a moment. Then she tongued up his cock stalk, slurping from hilt to head with fluid strokes. She tongued his cock-knob some more, then fitted her lips to the tip. She kissed the bubbling head of his cock. She let her lips slowly part and took the fat hunk of cock meat into her mouth.

"Ummmmm," she purred, as she sucked adoringly on his fucker.

Norman whimpered, almost delirious with the sensation.

Her lips sucked and her tongue continued to curl around his bloated prick. Then she began to bob her head up and down, feeding his prick right back into her gullet. She held his cock by the root with one hand and played with his balls with the other. Her tongue washed and laved wildly as her lips pulled and dragged.

Little spurts of jism were shooting onto her tongue now.

They tingled on her taste buds so deliciously that she was wild for the full dose.

"Come – come," she urged. "Shoot in my mouth – I want to drink all that hot, thick cum!"

Norman figured that was a wonderful idea. He looked down at her. It was a fascinating sight. Her sensual lips were writhing as they slid up and down his prick, and there was a look of rapture on her face. His balls expanded as his big load of cum built up. As her lips drew up to the tip of his cock-knob, he saw the pink tip of her tongue glide about on his purple crown. Then she took his whole prick into her mouth again.

Norman wailed like a banshee.

His balls burst with a fury that rattled his hipbones, and the thick sap rushed up his prick and spurted into her mouth and throat. He came with such force that her head was jolted back when his jism splashed in her throat. She swallowed quickly, gulping the succulent cum down to make room for more. Her head bobbed down as his second geyser hosed out, as if she were a salmon fighting upstream against the raging current of his cum.

Marlene sucked his balls dry.

Then, when she was certain that not a single drop of his delicious fuck juice remained in his cock and balls, she pulled her lips from his prick and used her tongue to gather up the drops of jizz that had overflowed her mouth and trickled down onto his balls.

She licked it all up except for the few drops that had run onto the fly of his overalls, and congealed there.

Now, in the bar, Norman finished his story and pointed, as proof, to that jism stain.

His friends regarded him in wonderment.

How had a mere carpenter struck it so lucky?

They decided, although they didn't tell him this, that he had made the story up and that the stains on his overalls were the result of frenzied jacking off that got out of hand.

Still, just in case, they all vowed to themselves that they would never take a girlfriend or a wife to the Shady Nook Motel. Nor did Norman ever have occasion to return there. He had done the job and been paid. He had been sucked off, as well, and that was the best bonus that he had ever got for a job.

And so does Norman the carpenter pass out of our tale.

But the results of his work remained.

Two spy holes had been drilled through the wall of that motel room, and they were going to be used and, although neither Norman nor Marlene had realized it, they had already been used.

By its very nature, a hole in a wall can be looked through from both sides.

Jeannie Jefferson had been looking through one of those handy holes while her mother blew the workman.

CHAPTER TWO

Jeannie had made all the rooms up and was pushing her cart back towards the storeroom when it occurred to her that if they were having some carpentry done, there would probably be some further cleaning up to do. She had no idea what sort of carpentry was being done, of course, nor was she much interested. Her mother and father had taken over management of the Shady Nook on a whim as far as she could see, and she was not at all thrilled by spending her summer vacation working as a chamber maid. Still, it wasn't too bad. The worst part was that she was afraid she would not get to meet any boys that summer, living in these surroundings.

Jeannie had discovered boys the summer before.

She was still cherry, but she had no firm intentions to remain one and had fooled around a little with three different boys. She loved to have horny boys feel her up. They got so awfully excited. She had gone as far as to jerk one stout young lad off, when he was so hot and desperate that she had taken pity on him. It was an act of charity she had convinced herself. He was whimpering with such obvious need that it would have been cruel and heartless to leave him unsatisfied. And once she had started stroking his raging prick, she had really enjoyed it, too. She had simply loved the way his cum spurted out.

But that was as far as she had ever gone.

Maybe, this summer, I'll go further, she thought.

Jeannie was looking forward to her first fuck.

She finger fucked herself every night and most mornings as she thought about the pleasure ahead of her. If her stiff fingers felt so lovely when they slid up her cunt, how wonderful would a big, hard, hot cock feel? And if it thrilled her so much to see jism shoot out from her pumping fist, what would it be like when she felt that thick, hot stuff hosing her cunt?

Yes, she was more than ready to get fucked. But she wasn't thinking about sex now – she was thinking that she had better get the cleaning done while she had the hand cart out, so she wouldn't have to do it later. She had pushed the cart almost to the storeroom when this thought came to her. How long would the carpentry take? She decided to sneak a cigarette while she waited. Her parents didn't know that she smoked, and although they both smoked like chimneys, she didn't think they would approve. She slipped into one of the vacant units and lit up, feeling naughty as she puffed on the cigarette. Then, simply because she felt naughty, she wondered if she should give herself a nice hand job while she waited. It was a pleasant thought. But then she decided against it. She wasn't really feeling at all horny at the moment, and she figured it would be better to wait until her pussy was hot before she played with it. It seemed kind of a waste to finger fuck herself simply to kill time.

She smoked the cigarette down to the filter, then stubbed it out and flushed the evidence down the toilet.

She pushed the cart back.

As she approached, she could hear the sound of a drill.

I wonder what Mom and Dad are having done? She wondered. All the rooms had been redecorated just before the Jeffersons had taken over the motel, so it couldn't be anything major.

Now, which room had they gone in?

She stopped outside, listening. She couldn't tell which of the adjoining rooms the sound was coming from. Well, it was easy enough to find out. She opened the door of the first room.

It was empty.

Jeannie was about to step back out when she saw the point of a drill come poking out through a wall.

Gee, the carpenter must have made a mistake, she thought. There could be no possible reason to have a hole through the wall from one motel unit to the other, could there? She stepped up to the wall, frowning as she saw the sawdust that had curled down on the carpet. Then she saw that there was a second hole, below the first. That carpenter must not have a clue what he is doing, she figured. He must have miscalculated the angles or some thing. But what was the point in drilling holes, anyhow? She stood there for a moment, puzzling over it.

Then, strictly out of curiosity, Jeannie went over and put her eye to one of the holes.

She gasped.

Her mother was sitting on the bed – and the front of her jumpsuit was unzipped, displaying her big tits and her curly red cunt bush! Jeannie was astounded. Was her mother getting senile or something? Didn't she realize that she was exposed?

Then the carpenter came into sight.

Jeannie gasped again.

The front of his overalls jutted out, proudly and openly displaying what could only be a hard-on!

What on earth was going on?

Then she found out.

Stunned and shocked, hardly able to believe her eyes, the girl watched as her mother opened the man's fly. At first, she was far too bewildered to feel sexually aroused by this. But then her mother began to lick the swollen purple head of his prick, and she began to pant heavily, her moist breath steaming out against the wall.

Her mother sucked carpenter cock!

It was no wonder that the girl was shocked.

But, too, it was no wonder that she began to feel stimulated by the erotic sight, for she loved cocks, herself, although she had little experience of them. And to see that delicious-looking slab of hot cock meat slipping in and out of her mother's willing lips was electrifying! She had never realized that cock sucking was the sort of thing that proper women did. She thought only whores did such things. But now that she found that her very own mother was a cock sucker. She began to wish that she had a cock of her own to suck. It certainly did look yummy.

And from the expression on her mother's face, a cock must taste every bit as good as it looked, for Marlene's sensual face was contorted by a look of rapture as her lips and tongue worked so skillfully on the carpenter's prick.

Jeannie's pussy began to simmer.

She saw a trickle of cum run down her mother's chin.

Her own mouth started to water.

Jeannie cupped a hand to her cunt, as if to contain the lust that was starting to rage within her. Her clit felt like a stick of dynamite against her palm, and she knew that hot cunt juice was soaking the crotch of her panties and starting to run down her thighs – just like the jism was running down her mother's chin!

Hardly realizing what she was doing, Jeannie tugged her panties down and lifted the short skirt of her maid's uniform. Standing against the wall, her eye glued to the spy hole in utter fascination, she began to finger fuck her pussy. She ran her fingertips along the unfurled pussy lips and stroked her tingling clit. She slowly pushed her middle finger up her steaming cunt, then began pushing three stiff fingers up while she used her other hand to massage her clit. Her ass and hips twitched wildly, and her belly rubbed against the wall. Her panting mouth was writhing, as if it were full of cock.

She saw the carpenter spill his thick load of cum into her mother's hungry mouth. She saw the woman gulp the stuff down and suck another hot wad out, drinking it with relish.

Jeannie felt ready to faint.

She had never been so hot before – not even when she had jerked off the boy – so hot that her cunt was almost numb, almost unable to feel the caress of her hands.

She watched while her mother used her tongue to lick the cum that had run down the carpenter's prick and pooled on his balls.

Then the performance in the adjoining room was ended.

The carpenter was tucking his spent prick back in his fly, and her mother had fallen back along the bed, smiling with cum-smeared lips, obviously contented and satisfied by cock sucking.

Jeannie knew that she was going to have to give a great deal of thought to what she had seen. Her mother cheated on her father. Her mother sucked strange men's cocks. This was a shocking revelation. But she could not think about it at the moment, for her pussy was on fire with passion, and her mouth yearned for cock and cum.

She staggered away from the wall and moved to the bed she had recently made. It would be no trouble to make it again – she needed it now, for her legs were threatening to buckle and collapse under the burden of her need. The thrill that ran up her thighs like an electric current seemed to have weakened her muscles. She lay on the bed sideways and raised her knees, her thighs wide apart. Frantic with pure lust, she began to work on her cunt with the steady motions that she knew would soon bring her to a dazzling peak of sensation.

She spread her cunt lips wide with her fingers, pushing three of them up her soaking cunt. Her cunt pulled and rippled. Her eyes fluttered open and closed, and her lips sucked as she pretended she had a mouthful of prick.

She brought her hand to her lips and licked, then sucked, making believe that her creamy cunt juice was jism.

Cunt juice tasted awfully nice, too, she realized, a bit surprised to discover the fact.

She was thrashing wildly about on the bed.

She hoped that they couldn't hear the bed springs in the next room. Then it dawned on her that if the carpenter – or worse, her mother happened to look through either of those peepholes right then, they would see exactly what she was doing!

But as terrifying as the thought of discovery was, Jeannie could no more stop finger fucking at that moment than she could have willed her lungs to stop breathing. She was riding the crest of a wave, rising towards the magic heights of release. Her cunt was working with such suction that her hand was glued to it, like a suction cup on a wall. Whimpering and moaning, she shoved all four fingers furiously into her pussy and strummed on her clit frantically.

She came to the peak.

Her thighs clamped over her hands then flew open wide.

Her slim back arched, and her crotch rose up, squirming. Steaming cunt juice poured down into the crack of her ass and soaked the sheets beneath her. The thrill raced across her belly and met the twin thrills that came rippling up her thighs. And as the wild sensations crashed together, her cunt melted in the inferno of her release.

Fulfilled for the moment Jeannie lay panting.

Now that her pussy was satisfied, her mind was able to reason again.

What were those spy holes for?

She smiled. Maybe it was going to turn out to be a very interesting summer vacation, after all!

She got up and changed the damp sheets so that the next guest did not find himself sleeping in cunt juice. She smoked another cigarette. She thought of all the possibilities that those peepholes might reveal.

Jeannie just had to finger fuck herself again.

CHAPTER THREE

Although he had been too preoccupied to think of it while Marlene was sucking him off, Norman realized, later, that he might well have been discovered in that motel room. They had not even locked the door! It made him shiver to think about it. Suppose her husband had happened to walk in to check on the work, and had found them together?

Carl Jefferson was a big fellow, heavier than Norman. He might have beaten Norman up.

He might even have shot him. Irate husbands were well known for such things. So Norman considered that he had been lucky in more ways than one – not for a moment realizing that he had, in fact, been under keen observation through the spy hole.

But although he didn't know it, Norman had no cause to worry.

Carl Jefferson would not have been upset.

On the odd occasion when Norman had caught his ex-wife fucking some other man, he had been jealous and furious. When the man had been small, Norman had beaten him up. When he had been large, Norman had beaten his wife up. That was the sort of behavior he expected in return.

But Carl had never beaten anyone up for a reason like that.

Far from it!

After Norman had been blown and paid, Marlene Jefferson went back to the office, where Carl was working over the accounts ledger. Not looking up from the book, he said: "All done?"

"Um-hum," she said.

Something in her tone caused him to raise his head.

Something in her expression caused him to blink.

He smiled uncertainly. "Why so smug-looking, dear?"

"Guess," she said, teasingly.

"You look like the cat that swallowed the canary."

"That's close," she said. "Marlene! You didn't!"

"I'm afraid so, darling."

"You didn't fuck a common carpenter!"

"Well, no," she admitted. Strangely enough, her husband looked disappointed.

"Oh," he said, frowning. "I thought…"

"I sucked him off," said Marlene, smiling sweetly.

Carl gave a gasp.

His prick began to rise and harden. "He had such a lovely big cock, darling," Marlene said. "And he did need to get his rocks off. I simply had to."

Carl stared at her across the desk, his eyes bright.

"Did he shoot in your mouth?" he asked. "Oh, yes."

"Did you swallow his cum?"

"Ummm. It was delicious."

"You old slut!" he groaned, but he was grinning.

Marlene giggled and leaned closer to him, across the desk. Her tongue came out, sliding across her lips. Carl stared at it in fascination. It was streaked with carpenter cum!

"But I didn't fuck him," she said. "I only sucked him off – and now my pussy is awfully hot, Carl."

"Do you think for one moment that I would fuck a woman who blew a carpenter?" he asked.

"That was the idea," she said.

Carl smiled happily.

"Damn right, I will," he proclaimed.

He stepped back from the desk, and Marlene looked down at the enormous lump in his pants. Carl was – as she had known he would be – tremendously stimulated by her adultery. He always had been, which was why they got along so well together, Marlene being adulterous by nature.

Fueling the fires, she said: "His prick was nearly as big as yours, darling – and he came bucketsful. I swallowed it all. Oh, he whimpered so! And I adored it." Her words drove her husband wild.

"Let's go," he croaked. He took her by the hand and hurried through to their living quarters, which were next to the office.

Marlene wasted no time in wriggling free of her jumpsuit. Naked, she moved toward the bed where Carl, also naked, was waiting.

She stared down at his towering cock.

"Oh, your prick looks good," she sighed.

Her thighs were parted. Gazing up from the bed, Carl could see her cunt. Her pussy lips were unfurled like the petals of a fleshy pink flower, and her open cunt slot was flooded with cunt juice.

"Why don't you sit on my cock?"

"Mmmmm, why don't I?" Marlene replied.

She knelt beside him on the bed, and he could see a ribbon of cunt juice trickle down the inside of her thighs. His big prick lurched, his big cock-knob flaring mightily. Marlene whimpered, seeing this, and she moved across, straddling his thighs.

Her face was transformed with lust now, her eyes narrowed, her lips parted, her tongue flicking back and forth. Her magnificent tits heaved with her labored breathing. She sat back on her heels so that his mighty slab of cock meat rose up in front of her belly, and his bloated balls jammed against her hairy cunt mound.

She began to move her hips from side to side, rubbing her cunt against his cock and balls. He moaned and whimpered as her hot pussy touched his flesh. His swollen cock head was so hot that it felt like a branding iron on her smooth belly.

He reached up and cupped her tits in his hands, kneading and massaging them and working his thumbs back and forth across her stiff nipples. He began to hump up from the bed ramming his prick up and down across her belly.

Marlene moved higher up his body. Her thighs tightened as she moved her pussy up, settling over his prick. She folded her fist around his cock root and began to stir his prick-knob around in her juicy cunt. His fat cock tip ran smoothly through her cunt mouth.

Carl stopped humping and held his body arched and rigid, his ass lifted from the bed, waiting for Marlene to begin fucking. His cock head tingled and burned against her pussy.

Marlene braced herself. She was savoring the last moment before she descended onto his prick.

Then she began to fuck him.

She lowered her cunt onto his towering cock, going down slowly, taking his prick into her pussy inch by inch until she had buried his whole gigantic prick up her cunt. Her cunt was stuffed full of cock meat, and her cunt lips sucked on his bloated balls.

She held that first deep penetration, thrilling to the feeling of being full of hot throbbing cock and letting him savor the thrill of having every inch of his seething prick buried in her her pussy.

Then she began to fuck him hard.

Her thighs tensed as she rose up his prick until only his cock-knob remained jammed up her pussy. Her cunt lips pulled and sucked on the succulent cock meat.

Then she went down again, her cunt milking his prick to the very root.

Carl fell into the fuck rhythm. He humped up from the mattress as she came down, then drew his loins back as she rose up. Her cunt was oiled by her pussy juices, and they glided together fluidly. She began to work her cunt muscles. The rings of her pussy tightened in on his prick so that it felt as if she had a hand inside her cunt, jerking him off inside her fuckhole.

Carl plowed up her pussy with vigor, slamming his cock into her, his balls jamming against her crotch and ass, his belly slapping against her cunt mound. His big cock was so hot that it hissed as it ran up her wet cunt like a red-hot iron dipped into a tub of cool water.

Marlene shifted slightly, positioning herself so that the full length of his prick ran over her burning clit as it forged up her cunt. Her head switched from side to side, her hair cascading around her face. She bit her lower lip; her eyes fluttered open and closed as she was swept along on a tide of passion. She began to moan and whimper.

Carl clamped his hands over her hips, moving her from side to side so that they were corkscrewing together, and her pussy was twisting around his cock like a velvet wringer.

"I'm coming…!" she gasped.

He felt her pussy cream. Cunt juice poured dawn, soaking his balls and belly and seeping down between his thighs.

She cried out in ecstasy, then she gasped and faltered, slowing for a moment, a contented smile on her lips. Then she began to ride his cock with renewed vigor, her passion not at all dimmed by her climax.

Carl began to moan as his own orgasm approached. His balls were threatening to explode, his cock had swelled, and his loins jolted up from the bed, ramming his prick frantically and furiously to the very depths of her hot cunt.

Marlene sensed that his climax was fast approaching, and she corkscrewed down on his cock meat, humping faster and faster, feeding his prick to her pussy. Her cunt drove down, pulling and sucking at his cock, dragging along every inch of his towering fucker.

"Come… come in me!" she cried. "Fill my cunt with your hot spunk…!"

Carl grimaced, grating his teeth. His hands clung to her hips, and his chest heaved up and down in tempo with his pumping haunches, ramming his stout prick in to the hilt.

Marlene reached around and cupped his swollen balls in her hand. She squeezed them, as if she wanted to force his cum out by the pressure.

Groaning deep in his throat, Carl drove up ferociously, slamming his cock into her cunt as his balls erupted. The hot sap rushed up his prick stalk and spurted from the head of his prick in a volcanic blast.

Feeling her cunt fill with jizz, Marlene panted and wailed, her ass jerking against his thighs.

She started to come again, her cunt juice gushing out to mingle with his jism. Long waves of lust passed across her belly, each electric thrill followed by another, each wave rippling along the course of the one before.

Carl blew a second geyser of fuck cream up her pussy, drew back, banged in, and jetted a third mighty jolt into her sodden cunt, coming with such force that her loins bounced, and his ass was jammed back into the bed on the recoil.

He poured a third heavy jet of cum up her pussy, hosing her with the hot cum. Then he slowed his fucking – working in and out gently – as the last drops of jism ran from his cock head.

Marlene continued to writhe and squirm on his prick as she worked off the final spasms of her coming.

Then they snuggled up together, satisfied for the moment. But that satisfaction would not last long.

It never did.

CHAPTER FOUR

Marlene and Carl had known, literally at first sight, that they were made for each other. They had met at a baseball game and in a remarkable way. Carl had been in the grandstand, watching the game through binoculars, and during a break in the action, he had idly turned the high-powered glasses on the open bleachers. Into focus had jumped a gorgeous redhead. She was leaning back, smiling, her face tilted up to the afternoon sun, and Carl had been struck by her beauty. He decided to lower the binoculars onto her legs, to see if her limbs were as sexy as her face and tits. When he did so, he got a welcome shock.

The redhead was sitting on the bench with her splendid, shapely legs wide apart and her short summer skirt pulled up and, aided by the high-powered binoculars, he could see that she was wearing no panties. He could see her pussy quite clearly under her skirt, shadowed but definite.

Carl gave a little gasp. Her cunt lips were unfurled, sparkling with streaky pussy juice. The oval of her open pussy was flooded with fuck cream. Her clit was stiff. As he stared at this succulent sight, brought up close by the binoculars, he felt as if he could almost touch that juicy cunt – that if he were to stick his tongue out, he would be licking it. Then her hand crept into focus. He saw her stroke the smooth flesh of her thigh…! Then her fingertips brushed lightly over her cunt.

Carl was gasping.

His cock began to thunder in his pants, rising stiff and hard.

The redhead continued to lightly strum her pussy.

Carl watched in fascination.

Then he wanted to get a look at her face, to see if her expression revealed what her hand was doing.

He elevated the glasses and got another shock.

For the redhead, too, had binoculars, holding them to her eyes with her free hand and looking through them – directly at him. Their gazes met through the multiple lenses. The redhead smiled, showing that she was perfectly aware of what Carl was looking at that she had been deliberately putting on that display for his benefit. He saw her binoculars lower slightly. He knew she was studying the cock lump that had risen in his pants. Her sweet red lips pursed in a kissing gesture – or had it been a sucking motion?

Carl cupped a hand on his prick and balls. She smiled happily and moved her middle finger along the wet slit of her foaming cunt.

She had the advantage.

Carl could not jack off right there in the grandstand. He could not take his cock out, whereas the redhead was able to slip her hand secretly up under her skirt. It's a shame, he thought. It would have been very interesting to be able to jack off while she finger fucked herself, sharing the sight and the thrill through the distance and the lenses that brought them so close together.

He wondered if he would ever meet that brazen redhead.

And he found her waiting for him outside the stadium.

She smiled as he approached.

"Haven't I – er – seen you somewhere before?" he asked.

The much over-used line was, in this case, appropriate.

"Why, now that you mention it…"

Carl asked if he could buy her a drink. She accepted easily, making no attempt to play hard to get, and they went to the nearest cocktail lounge where, after they had properly introduced themselves, they began to talk of certain likes and inclinations that they shared.

"I often sit with my legs apart," Marlene told him. "In public places. I like to have men stare at my cunt. It makes me feel so warm and wanted. Of course, I like to look at men too, but it isn't so easy for a man to show his prick in public," she giggled. "I've thought about dressing up in a man's clothing and going into public toilets so I could look at all those delicious pricks."

"What a naughty girl you are!" Carl exclaimed.

She lowered her gaze demurely accepting what she took to be a compliment. She said: "The only trouble with that idea is that I just know I'd get carried away and simply have to start sucking on those cocks. And since I'd be disguised as a man, people would get the wrong idea – they'd think that I was some awful pervert!"

Carl was laughing.

He found this sexy redhead stimulating and delightful. They had another drink, and he wasn't at all surprised when she started playing footsies with him under the table, then began to rub his leg.

When he asked her if she wanted to go back to his apartment, she said: "What kind of a girl do you think I am?" Since she had already told him, in no uncertain terms, what kind of girl she was, he was not put out by her remark. They went to his place and fucked up a storm.

After that memorable meeting, Carl and Marlene began to date steadily, finding ways to share their mutual desires. They went to nudist beaches where they stretched out in provocative positions, Marlene with her elegant legs wide apart and her cunt steaming, Carl on his back with a tantalizing semi-erection looping along his leg. They hid in the woods around well-known lovers' lanes, hoping to get a look at courting couples fucking on blankets beside their cars. They used their binoculars from high hotel rooms to look into the bedrooms of unsuspecting fuckers and drilled holes through the knotty pine walls of changing rooms at public swimming pools.

They both came to realize that neither of them would ever find a better mate, nor one more suitably inclined.

In time, they got married.

They fitted their first home out to cater to their tastes. It was a high-rise apartment with a balcony. And on that balcony, they mounted a high-powered telescope. They would take turns at the telescope, looking at bedroom windows, and when one or the other found an interesting sight, they would take turns observing the fucking and sucking that went on in the neighborhood.

They watched husband and wives, both with each other and with adulterous partners. They saw teenaged couples going through the various degrees of petting and necking and moving on to more fulfilling activities. They saw a sexy young girl give her boyfriend a blow job for the first time. They knew it was the first time because she spat the cum out and then sucked his cock again, swallowing the jizz as her taste for the stuff rapidly developed. On one memorable evening, they watched an elegant divorcee fuck her Doberman.

The long-distance spying was not all they did.

They had the guest room in their apartment fitted out with several two-way mirrors and often had young lovers over for the night.

They dabbled in wife swapping and participated in threesomes and foursomes and the odd full scale cluster fuck or orgy. But basically, they remained true to their first loves the visual delights of exhibitionism and of secret voyeurism.

Then Marlene got knocked up, which was not surprising, considering all the fucking they did morning, noon and night. And, in due course, Jeannie was born. Marlene had enjoyed being pregnant since it gave her a good excuse to have doctors look at her pussy, and she enjoyed having the baby so that she could show her tits off while nursing it in public. But as Jeannie grew older and needed a room of her own, they had to move her into the guest room, putting a stop to some of their activities. They could no longer invite couples to spend the night. They still treated themselves to perversion when they got the chance, but they had to do it outside the comforts of their own home.

Jeannie grew up.

She became sexy.

And those mirrors that had for so long gone unused, were still in her bedroom!

One evening, Carl came into the front room, sweating and gasping, with a huge lump in his pants.

Marlene looked up from her magazine.

He silenced her by holding a finger to his lips, then beckoned for her to come with him. Interested, curious and excited by his behavior and his hard-on, Marlene followed him to their room. He pointed at the secret mirror. She gasped. Why, he must have been spying on their daughter! What an incestuous thing to do! And what a good idea! Marlene moved to the mirror and looked through.

Jeannie was sitting naked on her bed.

Her firm tits were capped by the stiff nipples of desire and she was rubbing her foaming cunt! Side by side, father and mother watched in fascination as their daughter finger fucked herself. It was the most thrilling sight they had seen in years. The girl's face was contorted by lust, her eyes narrowed and her lips slack. She was not rushing things. She was lingering over a long, leisurely hand job.

Carl slipped his hand up under his wife's dress, from behind. She wore no panties, of course. Marlene never wore panties, for she could never know when the opportunity to flash her cunt might arise. Carl began to finger her juicy pussy.

She responded by drawing his huge prick from his pants and slowly stroking it.

They pressed their noses to the glass and, panting like dogs, watched their daughter jack off.

She whimpered and vibrated when she creamed.

Marlene and Carl rushed to the bed, and he got his prick in her pussy in the nick of time, spurting his load out on the very first stroke, as Marlene's pussy pulsed around it.

After that day, they spent a lot of time looking secretly into Jeannie's bedroom, and the girl did not disappoint them, for she gave herself a hand job almost every day. Carl and Marlene were reminded of the visual pleasures of former times, which they had to forsake for so long. Now there was the added thrill that it was their own little daughter they were spying on.

But, getting the taste for it again, they began to wish that they could invite other couples to that room, to provide variety. They even wished that Jeannie would have a girl friend aver to stay the night and that the two teen aged girls might fool around a bit together. They didn't want their daughter to be a lesbian, of course, but they would sure have liked to watch her suck a creamy cunt.

It was at this exciting time in their lives, their passions newly aroused again, that Marlene saw the advertisement for a couple to manage the Shady Nook Motel.

The opportunity was too good to pass up. They could fit one room out with spy holes and make sure that the most likely prospects – young couples or, best of all, honeymooners – stayed in that room. They would get a new thrill every night.

Now those spy holes had been bored. But unknown to Marlene or Carl – or Norman – those holes had already been used by Jeannie.

CHAPTER FIVE

Jeannie was in a divided mind about what she had witnessed. At first, she had been too hot and excited to think much about it, beyond the purely physical needs of her body and the visual thrill she had seen, but after the girl had cooled her cunt down with a couple of hand jobs, she was able to consider more carefully.

In one way, she was shocked and scandalized. Her mother was not only a cock sucker but, far worse, she sucked random cocks, so she was unfaithful, as well. It was a terrible thing to discover, and she felt that she should be disgusted by the knowledge. And yet, it hadn't rally affected her that way, at all.

Quite the opposite, in fact! The sight of her mother sucking the carpenter's cock had made the teenaged girl hungry for the same mouthful of cock. Both his cock and his cum had looked so yummy that her mouth was watering for a taste.

These considerations were all mixed up with the mystery of the spy holes.

She could only deduce one possible purpose. Her mother, at least, and most likely her father, as well, must be perverts who got their jollies by watching other people fuck. What were they called? Voyeurs, she thought. Yes, that was it. Imagine, finding out that your parents were kinky that way!

Yet, again, she could not feel the sense of disgust and outrage that she felt proper under the circumstances, for she had enjoyed looking through that hole, herself. How could she be upset at her mother and father for doing a thing that she, herself, had done?

It was all too confusing.

But one thing was perfectly clear in her mind.

Jeannie was absolutely determined that she was going to suck on a cock the very first opportunity she had. She recalled again how her mother's red lips had pulled and dragged on that fat prick knob and up that thick, veined cock stalk – how her nimble tongue had flared and flashed, laving and licking – how the man's cum had bubbled out. Although she had taken care of her cunt with her hands, her lips and tongue still yearned for a taste of prick.

Who, where and how? She wondered.

She thought of Ronny Parker, the guy she had jerked off some weeks ago. His prick was big, hard and potent. When she tossed him off, he shot plenty of that tasty-looking stuff out, in creamy loops and foaming coils. She knew for a fact that she would get a satisfying drink of cum out of his cock.

So that was who.

Where?

Not at the motel, that was certain. If her parents were truly voyeurs, there was no telling when they might be spying on a cock sucking daughter. Ronny didn't have a car. It wouldn't be private enough in the movie theatre. Why, of course!

The apartment!

The Jeffersons were living at the motel now. As managers, they had to, of course. But they still owned the high-rise apartment in town, and Jeannie still had her key! Why, it would be ideal. It would be just as if she were a grown up woman, inviting a man around to her own apartment to get his cock and balls well sucked and milked dry!

So now she knew who and where!

She didn't have to worry about how.

Jeannie knew exactly how to go about sucking a cock because she had watched her mother do it!

Jeannie hurried through the rest of her cleaning duties, put the cart in the storeroom and went into the office, looking as innocent as a girl could. All the while, she had thoughts of hard pricks in her fevered mind. There was no one at the desk. She wondered why. Then her mother and father came out from the living quarters at the back, and from the flushed and contented looks on their faces, Jeannie had a pretty good idea of what they had been doing. Did her dad know about the carpenter? It was hard to say. Who could tell, with perverts like her parents?

Jeannie said: "I've finished all the units, now. Will it be okay if I go down to the malt shop for a drink?" A nice, hot, creamy drink, she mentally added, just like you just had, Mom.

"Sure, honey," Marlene said.

Marlene smiled, and Jeannie looked at her lips, but all traces of cum were gone from them now.

"Won't be long." Jeannie said.

But plenty long enough to fill my mouth, she thought.

The horny girl left the office.

Marlene and Carl waited, hoping that some sexy young couple might check into the hotel for an afternoon fuck in the special room. They were pleased that Jeannie had gone out. The girl might wonder why they had both rushed down to one of the empty units.

They would not have expected their daughter to understand about such things.

Jeannie telephoned Ronny Parker from the telephone box down the road. The phone rang a few times, and she began to feel disappointed, thinking he was not at home. She was starting to think about other boys, wondering which of them would appreciate an unexpected blow job the most and which would produce the biggest cock and the most cum-filled balls.

But then Ronny answered. He sounded out of breath. "Hi, this is Jeannie," she said brightly. "Hello, Jeannie."

"Hop I didn't interrupt anything."

"Nothing much," the boy said, still puffing a little.

In fact, the telephone call had caught him in the middle of a hand job. He had been looking at the glossy centerfold of a magazine and pulling on his prick as he fantasized about the naked model. When the phone rang, he had been tempted to let it go unanswered because he hated to halt a hand job in the middle. But the thrill had not yet started to grip his prick, and he decided to see who was on the phone, figuring that he could always finish jacking off afterwards.

Now that he realized it was Jeannie Jefferson, who had jerked him off once, he was pleased that he had not pulled his own spunk out – just in case.

"I wondered if you might like to stop around this afternoon, Ronny. I haven't seen you in awhile," Jeannie said.

The boy's hopes soared, as did his prick.

"Sure thing," he said.

"You know where I live, don't you?"

"I thought you had moved to a motel or something."

"Well, yes. My parents are there now. But we still have the apartment, so I'll be there alone, Ronny." Her tone was openly suggestive. She giggled. "We can play records or something."

"I'll be right over!" he said.

"See you soon, Ronny," she said, and her lips made a smacking sound over the phone. Runny thought she was promising him a kiss. Had he been able to see the way her lips had pursed up, he might have had a different idea of what that moist sound promised – and he would have been right.

Ronny had some trouble getting his cock back in his pants.

His prick was hard as a crowbar, and he had to lever it in. Poor cock, he thought. He had jerked hard on it, exciting it, and now he was stuffing it back in his pants.

But he had every hope that Jeannie would empty his prick as she had once before. He supposed that they would neck and pet and she would let him play with her tits a while, then she would jack him off.

He didn't dare expect more.

Jeannie left the telephone booth and stood at the curb to hail a taxi. She felt very grown up, doing this – a woman taking a cab to meet her lover! And she wanted to get to the apartment quickly, too, so that she would have time to change her clothing. Her maid's uniform was kind of sexy, but she wanted to wear something really erotic to greet Ronny in.

A taxi pulled over.

Jeannie, on a whim, slid into the passenger seat up front, letting the driver get a good look at a lot of leg as the silky skirt rode high up her thighs. He wasn't bad looking and not too old, and the naughty girl was thinking that blowing cab drivers wasn't any worse than blowing carpenters. If she wasn't meeting Ronny – but she was.

The cab driver had to go without – but not being a mind reader, he never knew what he had missed.

The cab pulled up in front of the apartment building. Jeannie paid the driver and got out. She was pleased to see that the cab stayed at the curb as she went up the stone steps between the chipped stone lions, knowing that the driver was getting a last look at her ass and shapely legs as she ascended.

She entered the hallway and took the elevator up to the proper floor. She had let a boy grope her tits once, in that elevator, when he had walked her home from school. It had seemed very thrilling and naughty at the time. But now, with her mind absolutely made up to suck a prick, it seemed no more than adolescent foolery.

She gave her pussy a squeeze to celebrate that memory, nevertheless. The elevator I wheezed to a stop, and Jeannie got out and went down the hallway. There was no one around. That was just as well. She didn't want her mother or father to hear that she had been at the apartment. They might start to wonder why.

She let herself into the apartment.

It was still fully furnished, and the Jeffersons had left most of their personal possessions there. At the time it had seemed, to Jeannie, that they were uncertain about managing the motel and did not want to burn any bridges behind them. Now she guessed that was not the case, at all. Rather, they were probably only intending to manage the motel for a short time until they had got their kinky spying desires satisfied.

Jeannie went to her own room and began to go through her drawers and closets, looking for her sexiest garments. Soon she became annoyed and frustrated. Most of her things were not very sexy at all. She had been a bit of a tomboy up until the year before, dressing mostly in jeans and sports clothes. Although a pair of tight-fitting jeans was certainly sexy molded to her trim hips and firm ass and tucked into a vee at her plump crotch, that was not the sort of garment she had in mind.

She toyed with the idea of greeting Ronny at the door, stark naked. But she figured that would be going a bit too far. It might shock the boy so much, his prick would go limp.

She took her maid's uniform off, but she still hadn't decided what to put on in its place.

If only I had a real sexy nightie! She thought.

That was it!

Jeannie grinned at the sudden thought. Her mother had a whole lot of sexy negligees and nighties and shortie pajamas. Maybe she had left some of the stuff there.

Jeannie left her own room and went next door to her parent's former bedroom. She looked in the dresser, and sure enough, she found a very appropriate black negligee. It was sheer and semi-transparent. It was just what she'd had in mind. She tried it on, and it fit her perfectly! She could hardly wait to see Ronny's face when she opened the door, wearing that slinky negligee with nothing on under it. The very thought of his expression thrilled her, causing her nipples to stiffen and her pussy to start to really steam.

She wanted to look in the mirror to see if she really looked as wanton as she felt.

She started to go back to her own room then figured there was no point in that, because her mother had a looking glass exactly like her own, fitted on the wall. For some reason, Jeannie recalled, that looking glass had always been curtained, as if it were a window. She had never thought anything of it.

She supposed it was curtained that way to give the illusion of space, of a wall that looked out over open spaces instead of the interior wail of a city apartment.

Jeannie moved to that curtained mirror.

She drew the curtains back and smiled at her reflection – and then she frowned as she realized that there was no reflection in the glass at which she could smile.

She stepped closer.

The roam was reflected, all right – but her own image was not there! A chill ran up her spine. She thought of all the horror movies that she had seen.

Had she somehow turned into a vampire that cast no reflection in a looking glass?

But that was silly.

She had a yearning to drink some cum, certainly – but she had no desire whatsoever to drink blood.

It was a total mystery. Why would the minor reflect the room and not her face? But then she saw that the room was not quite right, either. She looked behind her. Yes, the closet door was closed. She looked at the mirror again. In the reflection, that closet door was open, and she could see clothing hanging up. Jeannie began to get really frightened. Was she losing her mind or was the apartment haunted?

Slowly the truth dawned on the girl.

It was not a reflection at all – she was looking right through the looking glass, into her own room! That was her closet, standing open as she'd left it a few minutes before. The implications of this discovery did not strike her immediately.

Her first thought was that this solved the puzzle of why the mirror should be always covered by curtains, like the window that it was.

But the view from that window – Jeannie froze in shock.

That view was of her bedroom!

It looked into her room at exactly the same place where her own mirror was fitted in the wall – it was, in fact, not a proper window at all, but the other side of Jeannie's mirror.

It was a two-way mirror!

The girl thought of those spy holes bored through the wall of the motel room and the terrible truth dawned on her.

She staggered to the bed and sat down, not sure if she should scream or sob, if she should be furious or mortified. Her own parents had spied on her in the privacy of her own bedroom? Was there no limit to their wicked perversion, their dark deviation?

How many times had she lain on her bed, legs spread, finger fucking herself? Countless times! And how many times had her mother or father been watching her do it?

Why, she had often stood right in front of her mirror, gazing at her image as she rubbed her cunt to a froth!

She blushed bright red with shame. But then it dawned on her that she had no reason to be embarrassed – that it was her wicked, perverted parents who had cause for shame. All girls finger fucked themselves. Everyone knew that. But it was a rare patent who secretly watched them do it. Thinking that way, Jeannie's righteous anger overcame her embarrassment.

She was going to get even with them! She might accuse them of being the filthy voyeurs that they were. She might even tell her mother what she'd seen through the spy hole or tell her father!

The girl was so angry that she forgot why she had come to the apartment.

But then the doorbell rang.

And Jeannie remembered.

She was still determined to get revenge on her mother and father – but she had other things to attend to first.

CHAPTER SIX

Jeannie ran into her own bedroom and looked into the other side of the one way mirror. The doorbell sounded again, as if her caller was impatient. The girl turned slowly, gazing at her reflection from all angles, and then, satisfied that she looked as enticing as possible, she went to the door.

When Ronny saw Jeannie wearing the semi-transparent negligee, his eyes popped out, and the front of his trousers tightened. Jeannie leaned against the open door, smiling dreamily for a moment. Then she stepped aside and ushered the lad in, noting as he passed, how the crotch of his pants was distended.

She took him down the hall, thinking it might be best to go into the living roam instead of the bedroom. She didn't want to be too obvious about it – not at the very start. It might be fun to tease the horny boy for a little while – not a long while, however, for she would be teasing herself at the same time, cock-hungry as she was.

Her bedroom door was open.

Ronny shot a look at her bed as he went past, but he still expected no more than a hand job.

He stood in the front room, looking around uncertainly. Jeannie sat on the leather couch and patted the cushion beside her. Ronny eagerly joined her, excited and almost blushing.

"Want a Coke or something?" she asked.

She wasn't at all sure if there was anything like that still in the vacated apartment, but she didn't think that Ronny would be interested in a Coke, anyhow.

He shook his head.

Jeannie giggled mysteriously.

"I don't, either," she said. "I'm awful thirsty, but I don't feel like anything sweet – I'll have a nice warm drink in a little while."

Ronny eyed her, wondering why she was looking so impish about a cup of hot chocolate or Ovaltine or something.

"Well, then – want to kiss me?" she asked brazenly.

Ronny was surprised. He'd had to really work at it the last time they had necked, before he had got her all hot and bothered. She seemed to have changed.

He slid his arm around her shoulders, and she came up to him, and they kissed – timidly at first, then passionately. His lips ground down on hers, and her mouth opened. Tentatively, he pushed his tongue into her mouth. She began sucking on it immediately. Her own slippery tongue twisted around his as they panted into each other's parted lips. They swapped tongues back and forth. Ronny was becoming dizzy with desire, and so much blood had rushed into his prick that he was light headed.

He began running his hands up her flanks, over the silky black material that sheathed her. After a moment, she took him by the hand. He thought that she was going to push his groping hand away as she had when they necked before, playing hard to get until she was really worked up and unable to resist his caress.

Instead, she guided his hand to her tit and pressed it there.

Ronny began to feel her up, his palm cupped on her plump tit, and his thumb and fingers pulling. He felt her taut nipple. He pulled on it, and it swelled even more. Then he slipped his hand inside her negligee and started feeling bare tit. She offered no objections.

Their mouths were still locked together, and he ran his free hand up her leg. Her thighs slowly parted. He gasped into her mouth. When he touched her bare cunt, she purred with pleasure and squirmed against him. He began to run his fingers along her cunt and brush against her stiff clit. Her pussy opened, the crack widening into an oval. Her whole crotch was soaking with the hot juices of her pussy.

Then she amazed him even more.

Without any coaxing, without even a hint, she reached down and unzipped his fly. It had been like pulling teeth to get her to jack him off the first time – what on earth had gotten into her? But Ronny certainly did not object to her new boldness.

She reached in and hauled his cock out.

She held his prick by the root and slowly stroked up and down. Her lips pulled away from his so that she could gaze down and see what she was doing, what effect her caress had upon him. She watched his foreskin curl up over the ledge of his cock knob, then draw tautly back as her hand descended. His cock head was pulsing. It was flushed purple and throbbing powerfully. The big slab of his prick-knob went in and out like a bellows. The cleft was parted and she could see a sparkling drop of pre-cum lurking just inside. She stroked again, very slowly. She didn't want to get carried away and start jacking up and down, because she didn't want to make him come with her hand.

Ronny started to push two fingers up her cunt now.

His stiff fingers felt so lovely that the girl naturally began to wonder what his prick would feel like.

Should she fuck him, instead of blowing his cock?

She was tempted.

But when she remembered that Ronny was a potent young man at the peak of his fucking powers. There was no reason on earth why she could not have her cake and eat it, too. She had made up her mind to blow him – and blow him, she would. If her pussy got so hot that she needed to get fucked afterwards, well, why not? She had to lose her cherry someday, and what better day than this? In the comfort of own bed, instead of in the awkward confines of a backseat at the drive-in or an ass-freezing episode on a blanket in the woods! Just as earlier, when the horny teenager had made up her mind to suck a cock, so now she determined to get fucked.

All in good time…

She began kissing Ronny again, running her tongue along his lips. He continued to finger fuck her. Her fist was not moving on his prick now, and he reached down to take her by the wrist and guide her movements, thinking that she might have forgotten how to jack him off. But she didn't take the hint. She just held him by the hilt, not stroking.

Then she pulled his hand away from her pussy.

Ronny felt a rush of panic.

Had she changed her mind? Was she going to stop now?

But he couldn't have been further from the truth. His hand had been making her cunt so hot that she was afraid she would not be able to keep from fucking long enough to give him a blow job. She wanted to take it one step at a time.

"Ronny – just sit back for a minute, okay?" she whispered.

Her eyes were glowing wildly, and her pink tongue was swishing back and forth across her lips like the tail of a hungry cat that has sighted a fat and succulent mouse.

Ronny leaned back, panting.

She gave his prick another slow stroke.

She leaned down over his lap.

She wants to watch the jism when it shoots out of my prick, the boy thought.

She leaned lower.

Jeez – if she ain't careful, she'll get a load right in the face, he panicked. But he didn't want to mention it, for fear that the idea might put her off – never thinking for a second that a dose of spunk in her face might be welcome.

She leaned still lower, and he saw that her mouth was open.

What in hell is she thinking of? He wondered.

Then she turned her head and gazed up at his face, smiling.

"Have you ever had a blow job, Ronny?" she asked.

"Jeez!" he squawked.

"Hummmm? Have you?"

"Jeannie – you don't blow, do you?"

Getting some head was one of the horny boy's fondest fantasies. He thought about it as much as he did getting a fuck, when he was pulling his prick. But it's too good to be true, he thought. Surely a nice girl like Jeannie, who had to be coaxed to even give him a hand job, would not be a cocksucker?

"I never have," she said, her eyes taunting him. "I've never even kissed a prick, let alone taken one in my mouth – or sucked on it until the jism shot out."

Her erotic words were enflaming Ronny every bit as much as her caress, as much as the closeness of her mouth to his prick.

"But that's not to say I won't," she added. Turning down again, she blew a stream of hot breath over the head of his prick, causing it to sway like a palm tree in a storm. She giggled. He began to moan with expectation. He reached out, wanting to push her head down onto his cock. Then he drew his hand back, afraid that he might make her angry by the action.

But Jeannie needn't no pushing.

"I hope I can suck your cock right. Tell me if it feels right, okay?"

"Do it," Ronny croaked, pushing his lean hips up.

Jeannie smiled and slid her lips around the bloated head of his prick.

"Ummm," she sighed, delighting in her first taste of delicious cock meat.

She sucked lovingly on his cock-knob, feeling it expand and harden in her mouth. He took her head in his hands and pushed down. She knew immediately what he wanted and began to slide her mouth up and down on his prick, taking his cock head as far back in her mouth as she could, then pulling her lips slowly back up until just the tip of his cock knob remained between them. She began using her tongue, pushing the tip into the parted cleft, then laving his whole meaty cock slab, coiling and curling her hot tongue over and around and behind the rim.

"Am I doing it right?" she asked, removing her mouth from his prick as she spoke.

Ronny moaned and pushed her face back to his prick. Pleased that he was enjoying her cock sucking, she began to slurp away once more.

She licked down his prick and then back up, her tongue lashing back and forth across the surface like a windshield wiper and tracing up a dark throbbing vein. Reaching his cock knob, she concentrated on it with both tongue and lips for a few moments, then, ducking her head down, she sucked his cock into her mouth.

Her cheeks bulged out on his meaty prick as she bobbed down. She moved up and down, running his thick cock in and out of her mouth and taking it as far in as she could, so that the tip lodged against the entrance to her throat. She gagged slightly on the down stroke and made little gurgling sounds, but she didn't stop, continuing to suck down on his cock to the very root, gulping and gasping.

Ronny's prick was throbbing wildly by this time. A droplet of pre-cum oozed from his cock-knob and flowed, onto Jeannie's tongue. She let it slide down her throat and found it to be a powerful appetizer, making her hungry for more. Her mouth watered, and her tongue tingled. It's wonderful to suck a cock, she thought.

She drew her lips away from his cock. She wanted to see his cum first, before she swallowed it. Another drop squeezed out and ran down his bulging prick-knob. Jeannie watched it slide down for a moment and then curled her tongue out and gathered it up. She savored the succulent fuck cream on her taste buds, then, tossing her head back, she let it slip down her throat.

"Ummmm, delicious," she sighed.

Ronny moaned… "Suck it… suck my cock!"

Jeannie began to work hungrily on his prick, alternating between licking and sucking. She slurped up and down on his cock, dipping so far down that his hot cock-knob was again lodged against the entrance to her throat.

Ronny was thrashing and moaning and heaving his ass up from the seat. He was fucking up into her mouth, humping in as her mouth descended and drawing back as her tightly compressed lips glided up his prick. He held her head in both hands, but there was no need to hold her in place, for she had no desire to release her mouthful of simmering prick.

His cock seemed to be getting bluer and hotter all the time, and she had an idea that it would not be long before he shot off in her mouth. Eagerly, she slurped away, enjoying every aspect of cock sucking, the taste, the texture, the moist sounds his fiery prick made as it slid along her tongue and through her lips.

Ronny was trembling violently.

"I'm… I'm gonna blow!" he cried.

Jeannie began to bob her head up and down faster now as she realized that his load of cum was almost ready to spurt into her mouth. She gasped as his drooling cock head jammed into her throat. She sighed as her taut lips dragged back up his throbbing prick on the up stroke.

Ronny wailed with ecstasy.

Jeannie's head went down to the hilt of his prick and, just as she took his cock her mouth, he shot his wad in a tremendous spurt, coming with such force that her head rocked.

She gasped as her mouth was suddenly filled with thick, hot fuck cream. She gulped the creamy cum down ravenously to make room for more. Immediately, a second great spurt was already surging up his cock. She slammed her face down and took his cock deep in her mouth just as he hosed her throat with a second great load of jism.

Again, she swallowed furiously and then slurped back up his prick. Some of the succulent jism ran from her lips and poured down his cock. She jammed her mouth down after it, not wanting to miss a single drop, and he shot again, hosing her tonsils with his quicksilver fuck fluid.

Ronny groaned and heaved and whimpered.

Then he collapsed back in his seat, his whole body quivering.

Jeannie continued to pull and suck on his prick until she was sure that she had milked out every last drop, that not a single solitary drop remained lurking in his cock or balls.

At last, when she was sure that she had sucked his balls dry, she pulled her lips away from his cock head and looked up at him with a contented smile and a dreamy look in her eyes.

Ronny was too overwhelmed to think.

But naughty little Jeannie was thinking: Gee, if a mouthful of cock and cum is so wonderful – what will a cunt full of the stuff be like?

She turned toward the mirror – which was a real mirror, in this room. She gazed dreamily at her reflection. Cum was running down her chin and sparkled on her lips. Her eyes glowed. She could see why her mother loved to suck pricks, and she could understand, now, the thrill that her parents got from watching other people fuck and suck.

She'd wanted to do that sometime, too. But at the moment, Jeannie wanted one thing most of all. She wanted to get fucked.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Catherine and William were married – but not to each other.

They worked in the same office in town and found each other mutually attractive. They had flirted a bit, in a mild fashion, and William had kissed her once, passionately but that had happened at the office Christmas party, when they were both drunk and such things were expected to take place.

William had often gazed at Catherine as she moved past his desk, her splendid ass swaying, and wondered what it would be like to fuck her. And Catherine had often had the same thoughts about William. She was not a promiscuous woman, but he was a very attractive man, and working close to him every day, it was natural that she should have those ideas. They always both went home directly after work and had never met each other any place but at the office.

Today, fate took a hand.

The air-conditioning system had gone on the blink. These were pampered workers, quite unable to cope with a natural temperature and the boss, seeing that no work was getting done, anyway, decided to let the staff take the rest of the day off.

Neither Catherine's husband nor William's wife knew about this.

And it just so happened that, leaving the office building, the two of them wound up together in the same elevator – with no other passengers to hinder fate.

"Well, I don't know what to do with myself, now," William remarked in a friendly and conversational tone. William was a tall, good-looking man with blond hair and a charming smile.

"Aren't you going home, then?" asked Catherine.

Catherine was tall – although not as tall as William – and had curly tresses the color of mahogany. Her face was pretty, and her body was quite spectacular. Her ass was well packed, sweeping out in firm globes and then cutting sharply in to the backs of her thighs. Her legs were long and sleek. Her tits thrust out distractingly.

William said: "Well, my wife works, you know – and I hate to go home to an empty house."

"Yes, me, too," she said.

"I guess I'll find same pleasant bar – air-conditioned, of course – to spend an hour or so."

Catherine smiled as if she found the idea aggreeable.

"I don't suppose you'd care to join me for a drink?" he asked.

She hesitated. She would have loved to, in fact. But she felt a bit nervous about the situation. It wasn't so much that she didn't think she could trust William, who had always been a perfect gentleman, as that she wasn't sure if she could trust herself – especially if she had a few drinks in her. She remembered how nice it had felt when he'd kissed her at the office party. They had both been tipsy. If they were to get tipsy now, their inhibitions submerged in alcohol – well, there was certainly a danger that marital fidelity would not swim.

But the alternative was to go home alone.

The thought was depressing.

After all, this was sort of an unexpected holiday, and it seemed a shame not to celebrate it somehow.

"Why, yes – I'd like that," she said.

An hour later, with three drinks in them, they were eyeing each other soulfully across the table in an air-conditioned cocktail lounge. Their fingers had touched as he lighted her cigarette and again as they both reached for their glasses. The contact was electric. Their feet, too, had made contact, not quite playing footsie under the table, but with both of them fully aware of the casual touch.

Catherine knew that she was smiling seductively at him. She didn't mean to and yet, somehow, she could not seem to help herself. And she was arching her back, as well, so that her big, thrusting tits pushed out towards him, as if inviting his admiration, if not his caress.

"I find you terribly attractive," he said.

"I think you are… attractive too, William."

"Shall we go somewhere else?"

She knew he was suggesting they fuck. Her eyelashes fluttered. "Like where?" she asked, pretending innocence.

William was playing with his glass, nervously, turning it around and making a design of the wet rings on the table.

"A motel?" he asked, not looking at her.

Catherine started to reject the offer. She really thought that she was going to say no, because she was not a promiscuous woman. But when she opened her mouth, the negative word would not come out. She realized that her pussy was creaming for him – that she couldn't say no. For a moment, she felt ashamed of herself. She even blushed slightly. But then she thought: Does it really matter? As long as my husband and William's wife never know about it, what's the harm? And I do want to fuck him.

"An air-conditioned motel, of course," she said.

"Of course," William said, glancing up, not really believing that she would go along with it.

"All right," she said.

Then, with the commitment made, she said: "Oh, yes! I want to go to bed with you!"

And so they left the lounge, got in his car and drove to the highway, and the first motel they came to was the Shady Nook. The sign featured a sleepy beaver, wearing a nightgown and stocking cap, holding a candlestick and yawning. It said: vacancies, day rates, color television and – yes – air conditioning. William glanced at her, his eyebrows lifting. Catherine gave him a nod and a smile. He pulled in and parked alongside the office building. He squeezed her hand reassuringly, then went out to register while she waited in the car. Catherine was amazed at herself for what she was going to do. She half-expected a lightning bolt to strike her down. But the sky was blue and clear, without even a cloud, let alone lightning. She felt sure that she had made the right decision.

Carl came into the living quarters with a big grin on his face and a glow of excitement in his eyes.

Marlene looked up questioningly.

"Our first guests," he said.

"In the afternoon?" she asked, wonderingly. She had assumed that horny fuckers would show up at night.

Carl nodded.

"They asked for a day rate," he said.

"But maybe they're just tired from traveling, Carl – too tired for anything but a nap."

"No way. For one thing, the man came in alone to register, and he looked guilty. Like an adulterer, in fact. And his car has local license plates. And, best of all – he had a hard-on."

"Oh!" cried Marlene, and clapped her hands happily.

"I gave them the special room, of course," said Carl.

Carl and Marlene waited until the couple had gone into the unit assigned to them without luggage, they were pleased to see – and then they slipped down to the adjoining room with merry expectations.

Both Catherine and William were nervous and shy at first, although both were determined to go through with it, since it was what they wanted. William thought that the polite and proper thing to do would be to order a bottle of champagne from room service. He lifted the phone, but got no reply, since both the manager and his wife were not in the office. After a few minutes, he shrugged and put the phone down.

Catherine was wandering around, pretending to inspect the room to hide her nervous qualms.

"What interesting pictures!" she remarked, peering closely at the colorful swirls on the wall and never for a moment realizing that she was, in fact, looking Carl right in the eye.

She turned back and smiled at William.

"Well?" he said.

Catherine could see that he was as uncertain as she was, as reluctant to make the initial moves. Seeing that made her feel more confident, more like a seductress than a woman about to be seduced.

She started to unbutton her blouse.

Had Catherine not been panting, herself, she might well have heard the double gasp that came from behind the wall, through the picture at her back, as two randy voyeurs settled down to enjoy the sight.

Catherine loved the way that William gazed at her as she undressed. His eyes seemed to burn into her flesh, making her feel all warm and wanted. She disrobed slowly and provocatively, and when she was naked, she slowly turned through a full circle so that he could look at her from all angles, front, back and profile. Her nipples were thrusting out, stiff and tingling, and her cunt was melting, creamy ribbons of pussy juice trickling down the smooth slope of her shapely thighs. Her husband was used to her and no longer looked at her with such open longing. A girl needs a bit of strange prick once in a while, she told herself.

William was still fully dressed.

The front of his trousers jutted out, swollen and throbbing.

Catherine moved towards him, her lush hips swaying. His arms encircled her, and his hands cupped the thrusting cheeks of her ass, drawing her loins tightly against his groin. She could feel the massive hardness of his cock, pressing a long indentation into her soft belly. She squirmed on it, rolling her hips so that her belly ground on his prick. He began to kiss her neck and throat, then lowered his head and started sucking on her taut nipples. She stroked the back of his head and rose up on tiptoes, lifting her tits to his worshipping mouth. William groaned and sank to his knees.

"Oh!" Catherine cried, in delight.

He buried his face in her furry cunt bush, and his tongue started to flutter in her open cunt. She came almost immediately as his tongue slid over her trembling clit, washing his face with cunt juice. What a wonderful lover William was! Her husband didn't eat her pussy out very often – not nearly as often as she would have liked.

Again she saw the advantages of adultery as she creamed in William's eager mouth. He continued to lick and suck, quite happily, and she wondered if she should let him suck her to another climax. But then she decided that she would rather have her second come with her cunt stuffed full of prick.

She drew him to his feet, and her hands went down to his fly. She opened his belt and zipper. His big cock hinged out, snapping into her belly like a lever. She leaned back so that she could look down and admire that lovely hunk of cock meat for a moment. Then she squirmed against his prick once more, going up and down on her toes. His cock felt like a heated crowbar, prying at her soft flesh, as if it was trying to plow into her womb by boring a passage into her belly.

They didn't even make it to the bed.

As Catherine rose up on her toes, William dipped down, bending his knees. His prick slid down through her bushy pussy mound and then slipped in between her parted thighs. She twisted her hips, astride his fat prick, working her wet cunt around on it. Then she rose higher, grasping him by the shoulders as she lifted.

His cock went up with her cunt, snapping into a rising angle, the fat head nuzzling into her hot cunt slot.

Catherine gave a little sigh of pure bliss as she felt his massive lump of hot cock meat poking at the entrance to her pussy. She settled don again, and this time, her cunt slipped onto his prick and engulfed it.

They began fucking furiously, belly to belly in a knee-trembler.

She had both arms locked around him, supporting herself as she rose and fell. He cupped her ass in his hands, lifting, then letting her settle onto his cock. She had never been fucked standing up before. She adored it. Her thighs teased and relaxed rhythmically as she rode his cock.

William groaned as he lashed up into her cunt in counterpoint, plowing in to the hilt as she pushed down. Her pussy was working on him, sucking and wringing his prick through every precious inch. As the thrill began to build up again, she threw her legs around him, locking her heels behind his back so that she was completely off the floor, mounted upon his mighty, grinding cock.

She creamed again.

Cunt juice poured down his prick and soaked his balls as he lifted her to the top of his cock.

He plunged in to the root again and blew his wad with such violence that she was almost lifted off his prick by the geyser of jism, almost shot up to the ceiling on that powerful jet. They fucked wildly together as he emptied his balls into her cunt, and she worked off the spasms of her orgasm in wave after creamy wave.

"Oh, my," she said, in awe of such sensation.

When he gently lifted her off his prick, his big cock stayed hard and stiff and upright.

They used the bed to fuck again.

On the other side of the wall, Marlene was kneeling down with her eye pressed to the lower spy hole, and Carl was standing behind her, leaning over her as he gazed through the upper hole. They were both panting so hard that the wall was vibrating. He reached down and opened his pants and hauled his cock out.

Marlene, realizing that his prick was bared at her back, hiked her juicy ass up and lifted her dress. She had changed out of her jumpsuit in anticipation of just such a situation. Now she arched her back and raised her flooded cunt.

Carl slipped his cock to her from the back. He began to pound his prick into her cunt so hard that a spray of cunt juice was forced out by his fat fucker, soaking his trousers and pouring down her thighs. They were concentrating so hard on what was happening in the adjoining room that this was almost a casual fuck, at first. But then the thrill began to build up as they lashed and humped wildly together, so that it seemed they were actually taking part in the scene they were witnessing.

Catherine was spread-eagled on the bed now, and William was throwing a missionary position fuck into her, his ass corkscrewing as he plowed in. Her legs were thrashing about, her feet kicking at the air behind his grinding ass. They both began to vibrate.

William shot his second wad into her cunt.

Catherine's pussy creamed with him.

On the other side of the wall, Carl blew a stream of his red-hot cum into Marlene's cunt, his haunches recoiling from the fury of that creamy explosion.

Four panting, trembling people paused.

Then they all fucked again.

Marlene and Carl were pleased that their daughter had gone out so that they could enjoy this spectacle without any danger of being interrupted. They thought that the innocent virgin had gone to the soda fountain. But it was not soda that was fountaining into Jeannie's eager mouth – nor would she be cherry for much longer!

CHAPTER EIGHT

Jeannie had adored it when Ronny's prick shot that great, foaming fountain of jism into her mouth, and she'd hungrily swallowed every drop and licked up the creamy nuggets that had run down onto his balls. Cock sucking was as wonderful as she had hoped it would be. No wonder her mother sucked cocks! She had hardly finished milking Ronny's prick than she was wondering who else she could blow.

It was as if her mouth had magically become a cunt – her lips becoming pussy labes, her tongue tingling like a clit. But now that she had finished the oral fuck, the girl became aware that her real cunt, too, was desperately in need of some attention. She was no longer hungry – but she was still horny.

She snuggled up to Ronny.

The boy was slumped against the couch, stunned by the extent of his climax, dazed by the pure pleasure of being sucked off. But although he'd poured that huge dose of cum down her gullet, his big prick was still standing rampant and had only softened slightly.

"Did you like that?" she asked, giggling.

He figured that she was fishing for a compliment – and that she deserved to be complimented, too.

"You sure are a good cock sucker," he said. "I never did it before, Ronny," she told him.

He wasn't sure if he believed that. Her mouth and tongue had been awfully skillful, not at all like a novice's. Still, he supposed she could be a talented amateur.

She kissed him.

He almost pulled away, thinking it was not manly to kiss a cock sucker, especially when she still had cum on her lips. But then he remembered that it was his own cum, and he guessed that that made it all right. As they kissed, she folded her fist around his prick and slowly stroked it back to a hammering hard on.

"I never been fucked, either," she whispered.

Ronny began to whimper when he heard that magic word.

Jeannie was licking his lips, panting into his mouth. Should she give him her cherry? Her cunt needed something, but maybe she should just settle for a hand job, or ask him to eat her out. But what was she saving her cherry for, anyhow? Someone was going to have it, and damned soon, and she figured that Ronny deserved it as much as anyone.

"I never been fucked either," Ronny told her.

She had guessed as much, but the admission made her feel bold and inspired. She said: "Think we ought to do it?"

"Yeah!" he said, with total conviction. Jeannie slid down and mouthed his cock head for a moment, nursing on it as if it were a fat nipple, getting it rock-hard and red-hot. She pulled her lips away, slurping. "Let's go into my bedroom," she suggested. "Let's fuck just like gown-ups do! In a bed."

Ronny nodded enthusiastically.

Then she looked thoughtful for a second and smiled mysteriously.

She said: "You go in first, and I'll join you in a few minutes, okay?"

Ronny was curious about her funny smile, but he was not about to argue with anything she suggested. He didn't want to risk changing her mood or her mind. He nodded again. She got up and took him by the hand, leading him down the hall and showing him the bedroom.

"You go in, and take all your clothes off. I'll come in soon."

Ronny went into the girl's bedroom. Jeannie, grinning again, nipped down the hallway and went into her parents' room. She had discovered why her mother was such a devout cock sucker, and now she wanted to see if there was any unique thrill in this voyeur stuff.

She moved to the two-way mirror.

Ronny was undressing, having some trouble getting his pants off because his stiff prick kept getting in the way. Jeannie watched with interest. It was a strange sort of thrill – watching someone like this, when he didn't know he was being observed. She hoped that she would get a chance to use those spy holes at the motel sometime.

Ronny managed to get his pants down past the cumbersome lever of his prick. Naked, he flopped down on the bed. He began to stroke his cock, slowly, not jacking away as if he wanted to make himself come, but just keeping his cock hard and hot while he waited for Jeannie to join him.

Jeannie found it a satisfying sight.

She took her own clothes off and cupped her cunt and fingered her nipples as she watched him. Cunt juice was flooding from her pussy. The stiff tips of her titties felt like little rockets all set to blast off. The delicious jism still tingled on her lips and tongue.

As pleasant as it was to watch Ronny stroke big his prick, she did not dare linger too long over the situation. She was afraid that her cunt was going to cream before she got it full of cock.

She gave her clit a last flicking caress.

Then she went back to her own room to get fucked.

Bonny gulped when he saw her come in, stark naked. He had been afraid to think it was really going to happen, that he was really going to get a piece of ass. But when she came in smiling, he saw that she was as eager as he was to get rid of her cherry.

He lay back, pushing his hips up so that she could see how big and hard his prick was. She curled onto the bed beside him and ducked down, giving his prick-knob a slow slurp. He began to feel her tits, then slipped a hand between her legs. But neither of them needed much in the way of foreplay. They were both more than ready to fuck.

Jeannie drew her lips away from his cock. Damp with slick saliva, his fucker steamed in the air.

She lay back on the bed beside him and opened her legs.

Ronny turned over and knelt between her slick thighs. Jeannie spread her legs wider.

Ronny shuffled forward on his knees, aiming his cock at Jeannie's pussy. She grasped him by the hips, pulling him closer. He braced his thighs and pushed his loins out. His prick glanced off her thigh and bumped against her cunt.

Eager to get fucked, Jeannie arched upward so that her cunt was at the proper angle, and she opened her legs as wide apart as she could. Reaching down, she placed his great bloated cock head against her sodden cunt.

Ronny groaned as his cock head made contact with her tight fuck hole. He took a firm hold on her hipbones with both hands and braced his knees firmly on the bed. He thrust his prick at her with all the power in his thighs and ass.

Jeannie squealed as very slowly, his prick went up her pussy.

She began twisting her pelvis in a corkscrewing motion, fucking herself onto his cock. Her pink cunt lips parted, and his big swollen cock head glided up her pussy. It hurt her a little, but then the pain was overcome by the thrill. Wild with desire, she thrashed about beneath him, squealing with lust, her whole body thrilling to the sensation as he fed his cock to her.

Gritting his teeth and tensing every muscle in his body, Ronny ran the full length of his prick up her hot fuck hole.

His balls jammed against her upturned ass, and his cock was completely buried in hot cunt flesh as they locked together.

Jeannie looked up at him, wide-eyed, as if she could not believe they were actually fucking. Then, slowly, a smile spread across her lips as she began to savor the wonderful thrill of having her cunt stuffed full of hard prick for the first time.

Ronny grinned back as he discovered the joy of having every inch of his fat cock embedded in hot, wet, clinging cunt. Fucking was as good as he had always imagined it would be – far better than a skimming fist and better even than the girl's hungry mouth had been. Her cunt was talented and required no practice or taming or previous experience.

Her hot, wet fuck hole began sucking on his wick, the interior muscles closing in a series of constricting rings that ran up his cock shaft as if trying to milk him off before he had even begun to hump in and out.

Ronny took a slow, gentle stroke.

He drew back, and her pussy dragged at him as his fat prick pulled out until only the tip remained lodged up her cunt hole. Coated with cunt juice, his prick steamed in the air.

Then he pushed back in.

His bloated balls jammed against her up-thrust ass, and his belly slapped over hers. He gave her a second slow push-pull.

Jeannie began to whimper, losing control as the thrill of being fucked drove her crazy.

She began humping and pumping with him and against him, pushing her foaming cunt down to meet his prick as it plowed in and then twisting her lithe hips in a grinding fashion as he withdrew. His sensitive cock felt as if it were being massaged inside her pussy.

Jeannie gasped each time he fucked in.

Then, as the fuck tempo increased, her little cries of joy began to run into one another and became one long, drawn out wail of pure ecstasy. "Ohhhh!" she moaned. "Ahhhhh!"

Faster and faster they fucked.

His hot prick was fairly hissing as it slid up the steaming channel of her slippery cunt!

He changed the angle of approach, fucking in with low, under-slung strokes that dragged his balls up along the bed, then hiking up so that he was driving down and every inch of his hot cock was running directly across her fiery clit as he slammed in and hauled out.

Her pussy creamed.

The waves of ecstasy ripped through her and ebbed for a moment, then began to build up again without delay. In her dazed state of bliss, Jeannie realized that she was, going to have multiple orgasms and was overjoyed to find herself capable of that sustained delight. How had she ever gone so long without getting fucked? She wondered, and why? But that, like her virginity, was in the past. Now she had a whole future of wild and wanton fucking before her – a future spread out just as her loins were going to be spread out in ecstasy, time and again.

Jeannie came three times before Ronny shot his wad.

When the boy came, she felt his thick, steaming cum spurt deeply up into her cunt, soaking her, and the moment she felt his jizz, she came again, her cunt juice gushing out to blend with his jism.

Ronny pulled his prick out.

He was grinning with rapture.

His cock had softened slightly and drooped dawn, but it had not gone completely soft. Jeannie glanced down and, seeing this, grasped him and held him where he was. She smiled and said: "Fuck me again, Ronny fuck me again!"

As if his cock had heard her words and responded obediently, it began to rise to a full hard-on again, jerking up and tightening until it was as big and hard as it had been before he shot his wad. Her cunt was wide open, and a creamy mixture of cum and cunt juice was flooding out and running down her pussy mound, seeping into the tight crack of her ass and soaking the bed under her loins. He put the head of his cock back into her pussy, and her pussy writhed. She seemed to drag his cock all the way up her before he had thrust at all, her demanding pussy just hauling his prick in until it was buried to the balls.

They began another furious fuck.

The fucking lasted longer this time – and was even better.

And this time, as they fucked, Jeannie turned her head to the side and watched their reflection in the looking glass. It inspired her. The naughty little teenager was so worked up now that she actually wished that there were someone on the other side of that two-way mirror, a horny man or woman – or both watching them fuck. Perhaps exhibitionism and a taste for voyeurism are inherited, she thought. Maybe I was born with the traits that Mom and Dad have.

She didn't care.

In fact, she rather hoped so.

They fucked four times.

After the second time, missionary style, Jeannie rolled over and persuaded Ronny to throw a doggy fuck into her, and then she had made him stretch out on the bed while she sat on his prick and rode him to another climax.

She would have liked to fuck again, but by this time, the boy, horny and potent and young though he was, was drained. He had been sucked off once and shot up her cunt four times, and there was a limit to his endurance. He sat on the edge of the bed with his head hanging in exhaustion and his prick drooping down between his legs.

"Want to come over tomorrow?" asked the girl.

"Oh! Yeah!" he said.

"I'll get my work finished early so we can have lots of time to fuck and suck," she promised him.

With his cock empty and limp, Ronny wondered if perhaps they had created a Frankenstein monster – if that insatiable cunt was going to milk his balls bone-dry, day after day. But he knew that such a thought could only occur after he had come, and that he would be as ready and willing and erect again tomorrow.

When Jeannie got back to the motel, her mother and father were back in the office, having just staggered back on watery legs from the room with the spy holes.

Jeannie had been a bit nervous.

She wondered if it showed on a girl's face when she'd just been fucked. Would there be some subtle change in her expression or her body that would stand out, like a scarlet letter, revealing to her parents that she had lost her cherry?

But then she saw that there was a car parked outside the unit with the spy holes. When she walked into the reception area, both her mother and father looked so glazed and smiled with such contentment that she grinned, realizing that they were not about to pay attention to any changes in her appearance in the state they were in.

Jeannie went to her room and sat by the window.

Shortly afterwards, the couple came out from the motel room and they, too, had that glazed look that followed good fucking. The woman was attractive, and the man was handsome and Jeannie figured that her perverted parents must have had a damned good look at them as they fucked up an adulterous storm.

Jeannie wished that she had been there to watch too.

She wondered when, if ever, she would get the chance to peer through those spy holes and watch some fucking. It didn't seem likely that she'd have much of a chance, with both her mother and father so keen on observation. But she was looking forward to it. She stayed by the window for quite awhile, hoping that some other couple would arrive for a day-rate rental. Even if she couldn't watch them, it would give her a vicarious thrill to know that her parents were behind that wall, panting wildly away as they watched the fucking.

But no other guests arrived.

After a while, Jeannie decided to have an early night.

She wanted to be up early and be well rested so she could get her work done and telephone Ronny for another fuck session at the apartment. When she got undressed, she noticed that the smooth inner slopes of her thighs were slippery with cum that had run down from her pussy. She scooped the jizz up and licked it from her hands, and it tasted so good that she decided to blow Ronny again the next day before they got down to some wild fucking.

Jeannie went to bed.

Carl and Marlene waited, hoping for another likely couple to check into the motel. Later, they got lucky again.

CHAPTER NINE

Carl and Marlene were getting impatient. They had so much enjoyed spying on those fabulous afternoon fuckers that they were keener than ever to watch another performance. But it was getting late now, and no likely prospects had arrived. A traveling salesman had taken a room alone, and an elderly couple on vacation had booked into a double. Neither were suitable material for the voyeurs.

The salesman might jack on his cock, but that would be boring after all that furious fucking of the daytime, and if the elderly couple still fucked at all, it was likely to be a creaking performance. They had not been assigned to the special room.

Carl and Marlene were thinking that they might have to have the carpenter bore holes in a couple other rooms. How frustrating it would be to make a mistake to give the room, through impatience, to a couple who did not perform, only to have some horny couple arrive soon after without a chance to watch them fuck!

Then a car drew up at the office.

Both Carl and Marlene peered out from behind the desk, hopefully.

"Aw, it's two girls," he said.

"Local license plates, though," Marlene noticed.

"Yeah, but still – two girls can't do anything."

"Can't they?"

Carl looked surprised.

"You think they might be lesbians?" he asked.

Marlene shrugged.

"I don't know," she said. "But it's possible. And it's getting late, Carl. We probably won't have anyone else tonight. I think it's worth taking a chance."

"Would you enjoy watching two dykes fuck?"

"Oh, yes," she said. She gave him a sly look and, knowing it would titillate him greatly. "I wouldn't mind letting a lesbian suck my cunt, even."

Carl's prick snapped to attention.

He sure hoped those girls were lesbians.

They both came into the reception area. They were both beautiful in contrasting styles. Carl had always figured that lesbians might be ugly women who could not get men to fuck and had to settle for homosexuality. If these two were dykes, there must be something in it, for they were gorgeous.

One was blonde. Her shoulder-length hair was shaded from ash to copper and her eyes were a smoky blue. She had a nice round set of tits and a tight ass and a dazzling smile.

The other had jet-black hair which she wore in a braid, like an Indian. She was taller and thinner than the blonde, but nicely curved, a willowy and soulful-looking girl. Her brown eyes were sleepy looking.

"Do you have a double?" the blonde inquired.

"Sure. Twin beds or…" Carl stammered.

"Oh, one bed will do," she said.

That was a good sign. But still, he was afraid to get his hopes up too high. Lots of women could sleep together without any hanky-panky. Girls were always kissing and cuddling and such.

They registered as Mrs. Martha Avery – the blonde – and Mrs. Samantha Kramer, the dark one. Carl's hopes sank. If they were both married, how could they be lesbians? Even if they were divorced or separated from their husbands, the very fact that they had been married seemed to prove they weren't dykes.

He hesitated about giving them the special room. He glanced at Marlene. Marlene had been studying the two women closely. Now she turned to Carl and gave him a wink and a nod. He booked them into the special room.

When they had left the registration desk, Marlene said: "I'm not sure – but I just have an idea they might be."

"But if they're married?"

"Why, darling – I'm married and, as I told you, I wouldn't mind letting a woman eat my pussy."

Carl's prick hummed like a tuning fork.

He sure hoped Marlene's intuition was right!

Martha and Samantha were both twenty-five years old. They had shared a room together at college, and, after a few weeks, hid begun sharing a bed in that room. Neither of them had ever had a lesbian affair before, nor did they think of themselves as lesbians, but they were both hot-cunted gals, and one night they had been talking about sexy things, and Samantha got a speculative look in her eye.

"You know, Martha we could suck each other's cunt if you wanted to," Samantha had said.

Martha had thought about it for a second and then smiled. "Why not?"

They had both enjoyed.

After that, they sucked each other's cunt regularly.

After they left school, both got married within the same month and for awhile their fucking was suspended. But they lived quite near each other in a fashionable suburb, and one day Samantha phoned and invited Martha over for coffee. They talked about the naughty things they had done at college.

"I kind of miss those times, to tell you the truth," Martha admitted, smiling shyly.

"So do I."

"I guess it wouldn't be right if we fucked now, though, huh? Being married women and all."

"Well – it wouldn't be like adultery," Samantha had reasoned. "It wouldn't really be cheating on our husbands."

"Do you think we should?"

"For old times' sake?"

And so they sucked each other off again!

After that, the two girls began meeting at least once a week, at one house or the other. They truly enjoyed the variety involved and were able to rationalize that it was the best thing for their husbands as well as for themselves. Sucking each other, they reasoned, was a good way to keep from fucking some other man.

This was the first time they'd gone to a motel together.

Fate had taken a hand in this. Both of their husbands happened to be out of town on business trips at the same time, and the girls decided it would add a novelty to their affair if they were to fuck somewhere other than one of their own homes.

So to the Shady Nook they came.

And Carl and Marlene got lucky again.

"Want to shower first?" Samantha asked. "Okay," said Martha, and she went into the bathroom.

Samantha began to undress.

Carl and Marlene held their breath and caressed each other's crotches as they observed. The dark girl had a truly lovely body, not as thin as she appeared in her clothing, with thrusting tits and a hairy cunt that looked like a dark forest at the base of her torso. Her pink cunt lips were parted and moist.

Martha came back from the bathroom, wrapped in a fluffy towel.

Her skin glistened with beads of water. She tossed her head. When she dropped the towel, the two girls gazed at each other, exchanging a look that seemed most promising.

Samantha went into the bathroom then, and Martha stretched out on the big bed, her legs apart. She began to rub her pussy, using only the tips of her fingers as she strummed her golden cunt bush.

Carl and Marlene began to whimper in expectation.

Samantha returned to the room.

When she saw what Martha was doing, she smiled.

"Just getting warmed up for you, darling," said Martha.

"So I see."

"Want to fuck me first?"

Samantha was licking her lips.

"Ummmm," she purred. "I'm hungry for your sweet pussy."

And then the voyeurs knew, without the faintest doubt, that they had assigned the special room to a couple well deserving of their rapt attention.

Samantha lay down beside her friend, and they began kissing each other. Their hot tongues glided back and forth. Their nipples stiffened and shot out, and the women rubbed their tits together. Their cunts were both flooded, and their mouths were watering.

Samantha began to lick and kiss her way down Martha's smooth body. She lingered for a time over the woman's firm, round tits, tonguing up the deep cleavage and sucking on the taut tips. She moved on, licking at her belly and tonguing her belly button. Then she went lower and, bypassing Martha's pussy, began to lick up the insides of her thighs.

Samantha's tongue slid up all the way to the cunt crease, then she moved down again, delaying the delicious main course for awhile and, in the process, making Martha moan and pant and whimper with need.

"Oh, darling – lick my cunt now," Martha pleaded.

Her legs opened wide.

Samantha paused for another moment, gazing hungrily at the blonde woman's wet pussy.

Her cunt lips were folded back and open, revealing the darker inner lips, streaked with ribbons of cunt juice. It was a delectable sight, and Samantha licked her lips.

Then she began to gobble that succulent pussy.

She used only her tongue at first, lapping along Martha's pussy lips and over her throbbing clit. Then she began to use her lips, sucking and slurping, tongue fucking far up her friend's slippery cunt, licking and lapping her whole creamy pussy mound with relish. She used her fingers to spread the woman's cunt open wider so her tongue could slip around deeper up her steaming pussy.

"Ummmm," she purred, relishing the feast. Her whole face was smeared with cunt juice now as she wallowed in the blonde's cunt like a porpoise in a pool.

Martha was wailing steadily – long, low moans of joy and ecstasy. Her lush hips and rounded ass ground and writhed about as she worked her cunt against her lover's eager face. She arched her back and tilted her pelvis up.

Samantha lapped Martha's pussy as if she were licking gravy from a plate. Then she cupped the blonde's haunches in both hands and tilted her higher, her chin sliding out, drinking from the golden-haired cunt as if it were a goblet of nectar.

She began to lick up the taut crack of Martha's ass, her long, moist tongue strokes sliding all the way from the woman's asshole to her clit with each slurp.

"Come," Samantha urged, eager for the creamy culmination, wanting to give her friend the pleasure of a climax and eager to drink the juicy results of that orgasm.

"Ummm – yes," purred Martha.

Her ripe thighs worked like pistons. Her belly pumped up and down, and her hips jolted from side to side.

"Oh!" she cried, as the first wave rushed through her.

That wave was closely followed by a second, and then a third, and she started to spiral up through a wild series of electric discharges, a multiple orgasm tearing her apart. The thrill coursed like lightning up her trembling thighs and rushed across her belly, going off like a stick of dynamite in her clit.

Her pussy creamed.

Samantha lapped the hot pussy juice up happily.

Samantha kept licking and sucking until she was certain that she had swallowed every drop and milked off every spasm of her friend's juicy orgasm. Then she looked up, smiling with cream-soaked lips, her dark eyes flashing with contentment.

Now it was her turn.

Samantha moved up, straddling Martha. She rubbed her belly on the blonde's belly, their gold and black cunt bushes mashing together. She moved higher and sat astride Martha's tits, rubbing her stiff nipples against her tingling clit and pushing them into her cunt. Then she shifted higher still, her wet cunt inches above Martha's parted lips.

Martha was starving for a taste by this time. With her own pussy sucked to a frazzle, her horny mouth had become her primary erotic zone. She began to lick at the air even before Samantha's cunt descended.

Samantha squirmed and lowered her pussy.

Martha began to suck her cunt with gusto.

Samantha was so worked up from the oral delights of eating cunt that her orgasm began to build up at once. Thick streamers of cunt juice poured over Martha's tongue and flooded aver her lips, bubbling like molten lava. Martha's graceful throat worked as she swallowed the precious pussy juice down with hearty appetite.

Samantha's shapely body, long and lean and smooth, began to vibrate as the thrill sparked through the fabric of her being, racing through every vein and darting through her nerves.

Her cunt felt as if it were going to ignite. Then her cunt juice poured out, fanning the flames at the same time it brought relief.

She rode Martha's eager face, and her cunt juice flooded out with such abundance that the blonde's whole face was coated with it. Fuck cream ran down Martha's chin and cheeks and soaked into the pillow under her head.

Samantha's orgasm lasted as long as Martha's and was every bit as creamy, and Martha slurped up every drop.

In the adjacent room, Marlene could bear it no longer.

Dragging her willing husband down to the floor, she hiked up her dress and squatted on his face and got a bit of head for her very own. She came as quickly as the two women, her need raised up to the boiling point by the excitement of her voyeurism. Then, knowing that Carl must be as inspired as she had been, she graciously bent down, still sitting on his face, and took his prick out.

She popped his cock into her mouth.

Carl blew his foaming geyser before she had time to suck.

They rolled apart and, sitting on the floor, grinned at each other. They were tickled pink at having struck it so lucky twice in the first day of their motel management.

They supposed the performance next door was over now, with both of the girls' cunts milked.

But when Marlene pressed her eye to the spy hole, she gave a little gasp of renewed delight.

Martha and Samantha were just getting started.

CHAPTER TEN

Martha and Samantha had discovered, when they first began to suck each other's cunt, that cunt sucking was liable to turn into a vicious circle. They both enjoyed doing it as well as having it done, but they both got hot at both ends. Therefore, if Samantha sucked Martha off, Martha's cunt was satisfied, but her tongue was horny. So she sucked Samantha off, in turn, which took care of the dark girl's pussy very well, but made Samantha hungry.

It seemed a never-ending cycle. For the first few nights, they had not figured out how to deal with this and had been forced to take turns eating each other out for hours before they had achieved the proper balance and managed to get both cunts satisfied and both tongues temporarily sated. But then they had solved the problem very logically.

They always ended their cunt sucking sessions with a bout of 69 so that they could both come at the same time and drink cunt juice at the same time, and wind up satisfied at both ends.

When Marlene looked through the spy hole again, the horny girls were just getting linked up for a 69.

She beckoned Carl to join her.

They settled down to enjoy the sights.

Martha got on top first.

She straddled Samantha's face and lowered her head to the girl's raven-haired cunt bush, and they both began to run their tongues up each other's pussies with wild enjoyment.

Since they had both come once already, it was going to last longer this time and they were in no hurry far the climax. Sucking cunt and being sucked was such a joyful situation that they liked to make it last as long as possible and to eventually come at the same moment.

After awhile, they switched positions, and Samantha got on top.

Then they lay on their flanks and gobbled each other's pussy in that position, bucking, pumping and jolting together. Pink tongues vanished up creamy fuck holes as they tongue fucked and eager lips pulled on steaming cunt flesh as they sucked avidly, fairly inhaling each other's pussy.

They varied it a bit by taking turns tonguing each other's assholes and doing some finger fucking. Then they settled down to the long sucking that would lead to a climax, working in perfect unison, knowing each other's body well enough so that they could manage to get the timing just right and come together.

They were both purring like cats at a bowl of cream.

They began to whimper and moan as the sensations built up with delightful slowness. Then they began to melt. Neither horny woman knew which she enjoyed more – drinking succulent cunt juice or spilling the juice out into the other's greedy mouth. The thrill at both ends got all mixed up together.

They shared the same sensations as they shared each other's nectar. The mutual thrill might have been a high-voltage electric current running through their coupled bodies. The hot cunt juice drank at one end might have been the same creamy deluge at the other. Like a two-headed animal, they ground together. Like a smooth, sleek beast with two tails, they fucked with increasing energy as the thrill built to the heights.

Samantha gasped: "I can't hold it, darling – come with me!"

Her words were muffled by Martha's cunt, so that the blonde girl felt them as well as heard them.

"Yes!" Martha cried. "Oh, yes – drink it; drink my cunt juice now!"

They reached the peak together and held it for a lingering moment, both of them vibrating wildly with the thrill. Their fuck juices surged forth. They eagerly gulped the sweet stuff down in this shared feast of lust. Their simultaneous orgasms were not as frantic as the first of the night, but they kept building steadily, higher and higher, prolonged and wonderful. Their suck-crazy lips and cunt-starved tongues worked wildly with total concentration, while each left her cunt to the attention of the other.

They came for a good two minutes.

At last, both drained and satisfied, they stopped thrashing and clung together in that inerted position. They continued to lick each other's cunt, but with less passion, now that it was over, than with affection and tenderness.

Finally, they moved apart and cuddled in each other's arms.

"That was wonderful," Martha purred.

"Ummm – I can never decide which I love more – sucking your cunt or having you suck mine."

"We're lucky to have it both ways."

"All ways, really – with our husbands for later."

"But not tonight," Martha said. "We'll have to do without cock tonight. But I'm already looking forward to sucking you off first thing in the morning, like we used to do at school."

"Ummm… me, too. Yummy."

"I miss those days," Martha said, wistfully. "Of course, it's nice to go home to a horny husband after an afternoon of cunt sucking. This will be the first time since we were married that we ate each other out without having some stiff prick afterwards."

Samantha looked thoughtful and smiled slightly.

"I'd thought of that," she said.

"Still – there's nothing we can do about it. We don't want to pick up any strange men, not being adulterous wives."

"Well, there might be something, at that."

Martha raised her eyebrows, interested.

"What on earth do you mean?" she asked. "I went shopping in town the other day," Samantha said. She had lowered her dark eyes demurely and was blushing, slightly. "I bought something you might like."

"What is it?" Martha asked.

"I was a little shy about mentioning it, in case you might think it was too – well – too much like what real lesbians would do."

"Why, darling – we aren't lesbians," Martha assured her. "There's a big difference between being a cunt sucker and being a dirty dyke."

Samantha nodded and sat up.

She fumbled in her large handbag on the floor beside the bed. When she straightened up again, she had something in her hand. Martha stared at it, not realizing what it was for a moment.

Then her eyes glowed, and she grinned with joy.

Samantha had brought along a huge rubber prick!

Carl and Marlene looked at each other in amazement. Then, both looked back through the spy holes. They could hardly believe it. It was their first day of playing Peeping Tom and Tomasina and, if all days at the Shady Nook were going to be like this, they might well end up fucking each other to death.

Marlene had never had a dildo used on her. She had started fucking and sucking at an early age. With an abundance of real pricks to fucks, she had never even considered using a rubber substitute or doing any cunt sucking, for that matter. But as soon as she saw that mighty rubber cock, she began to long for it. Not having one, she reached for Carl's cock, instead.

Carl's prick was as hard as iron and as hot as could be, his big, fat cock head pulsing. They began to fuck on the floor, both of them throwing themselves into the fucking with vigor.

They wanted to come quickly, so that they could get back to the spy holes and watch the bizarre action in the other room. And they were so horny again that they creamed together after a few strokes.

They turned once more to the spy holes.

They had been right to hurry their own fuck to a conclusion, for that big rubber prick was truly a sight to behold!

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Martha was on the bed, stretched out on her back with her sleek thighs parted. Samantha knelt before her, holding the big rubber prick out as if it were a wand with which she was about to perform a magic trick or to summon up some demon of desire for their pleasure.

"Oh! How very thoughtful of you," Martha said, tremendously pleased her friend had had the foresight to fetch the big prick, knowing that they might miss getting stuffed after a suck session.

The big cock intrigued her. It was very lifelike, with a mushroom-shaped knob flaring out, a cleft in the tip and heavy veins seaming the underside. The hilt was fitted with a leather harness so the device could be worn by a woman, just as if she possessed a real cock. For a fleeting moment, Martha wondered about that.

Using a dildo between them did seem a bit dykish – the sort of thing confirmed lesbians would do to each other or to normal women. It wasn't the cock itself that disturbed her, but the idea behind it – that one of them might wish to have a cock, to be made like a man instead of a woman. But then she dismissed the nagging doubt. We aren't really lesbians, she assured herself. We're just two very sexy, very feminine girls who like to fool around together.

And, anyhow that big cock looked so lovely that Martha was not about to pass it up.

Suddenly, she felt a pang of jealousy.

"You haven't used it on anyone, have you?" she asked, squinting at her friend suspiciously.

Samantha laughed.

"Of course not, darling – what on earth do you think I am? Some sort of promiscuous pervert? Why, I've never even licked anyone's pussy, except for yours, Martha."

Martha was relieved.

"And I've never sucked anyone but you," she said.

Now those assurances had reaffirmed the fact that neither of them was a lesbian, so that they could get on with enjoying all those lesbian-like pleasures without guilt.

Samantha held the big rubber prick out to Martha's mouth, like an interviewer offering a microphone. Martha giggled and began to lick the big wedge of the head, lips parted, letting Samantha see her nimble tongue lave and slurp. She appreciated the value of the visual in these affairs although she never dreamed that her hot tongue was also being observed by two voyeurs behind the wall.

After a moment, Samantha drew the dildo back and moved it to her own lips. It was slippery with Martha's saliva now. Samantha began to tongue and suck it too.

Both girls had the same thought.

They would have loved to fuck a man together, sharing him between them in a wild threesome. They would suck each other off first, while the man watched. It would be lovely to see how excited the sight would make him and how his prick would start to throb. Then they could take turns sucking his prick and maybe sharing a mouthful of jism, and they could let him fuck them both, and one could tongue his balls while he fucked the other, or maybe lick the other's clit while her curt was stuffed full of cock. But, although the idea was wonderful, they didn't expect it to ever happen because they were both faithful wives who would not dream of cheating on their husbands.

Except with each other – which didn't count.

Now Samantha lowered the dildo and gently moved the big, blunt snout around in Martha's pussy, using it like a spoon to stir the blonde's cunt to a creamy confection.

Martha's pink cunt lips rippled open. Samantha pushed the prick up her pussy and fucked it into her a few times, with slow, rippling strokes. Then she drew the cock out and brought it back to her lips and lapped the foamy cunt juice from the knob.

Both girls were getting as horny as if they hadn't recently sucked each other, inspired by the novelty of the big rubber prick and the variety that it offered them.

Samantha began to strap it on.

She fastened the leather harness behind her hips and then arched her slender back, pushing the fat prick out just as if it were really a part of her body – proud of the stiff fucker.

"Let me suck it first," Martha moaned, licking her lips. "Let me blow you as if you were a man!"

Samantha moved up willingly.

Martha began to suck on the knob of the prick, and Samantha whimpered, just as if it were a real cock, as if she could feel those sweet lips pulling on it. She began to hump, fucking into the blonde's mouth.

Martha gasped as the cock tip lodged in her gullet. Samantha drew back, and the rubber cock came out, slippery and glistening.

"Oh! Fuck my cunt, now!" Martha wailed. Samantha mounted the sex-crazed blonde and slipped the head of the prick into her pussy. She pawed for a moment before she plunged in, the fat cock shaft standing out between them like a bolt that had fastened their loins together. Martha squirmed on the dildo, and her hot pussy sucked and dragged as if to haul the big prick in by pure suction. Then Samantha slowly slid the whole thing up Martha's fuck hole.

They held the full penetration for a moment as Martha savored the sensation of being stuffed full of rubber cock for the first time, and Samantha experienced the kinky delights of sucking a woman. Then they began to move, fucking wildly, for all the world like a man and a woman fucking.

Martha creamed on the dildo.

Samantha unfastened the leather straps and lapped the cunt juice from the prick, then handed it to Martha, who fastened it around her own smooth haunches. She mounted the tall, dark girl and slid the prick into her bushy, dripping pussy.

Her hips corkscrewed as she fucked in and out.

Samantha met the fuck-thrusts, slamming her cunt down to meet and envelop the plunging prick, taking every inch up her fuck hole so that their crotches were jammed tight together on the inward thrust, and their fiery clits rubbed together.

Martha's round tits bounced as she humped. Samantha began fingering her nipples, and Martha returned the favor. This was the best part of dildo fucking, the girls realized. You had all the benefit of a man – a stiff prick – plus the joy of a soft, womanly body to caress. You had tits and creamy cunt as well as plunging prick – and what more could a woman ask?

They fucked all night.

They fucked doggy-style, taking turns kneeling while the other mounted from the back, and they fucked sitting and kneeling and standing, the dildo changing hands and cunts frequently as they shared the pleasure out equally.

Eventually, they were exhausted.

They curled into each other's arms and went to sleep, the dildo on the bed beside them, like a spent prick on an impotent man.

"I guess they're finished," Carl whispered, his voice rasping.

"Thank heavens!" said Marlene. "I don't think that I could have taken much more stimulation."

The happily satisfied voyeurs left the adjoining room quietly, and returned to their own bed, where – thinking of all the juicy fucking they had watched – they proceeded to do some energetic fucking and sucking, themselves. They finally fell asleep at dawn.

Jeannie, too, was awake most of the night, although she was alone in her bed. She was thinking dreamily about how she had sucked Ronny off and then let him fuck her, and she was looking forward to seeing the lusty boy again the very next day.

As she thought of these future pleasures, of course, she gave herself a good finger fucking.

She knew that Ronny must be pulling his prick as he thought of the same wonderful prospects.

Samantha awoke before Martha did.

At first, she did not know where she was, and she blinked sleepily. Then she remembered that she was in a motel room with Martha, and she smiled as she recalled how wonderful the fucking had been the night before.

She turned to the other woman.

As she did so, her trim ass brushed the dildo, and the fake prick slid off the edge of the bed. Being rubber, it bounced.

It bounced like a pogo stick, and vanished under the bed.

Samantha was not aware of it, for she had forgotten she had left the prick on the side of the bed, just in case she got the urge to strap it on again before she got up. She thought that she had returned it to her handbag. And now, in the morning, she didn't feel like doing any dildo fucking. She felt more like some attentive and tender tonguing to start the day off on the right note.

Bending down, she began to lick Martha's nipples.

Martha moaned in her sleep. Her nipples stiffened and distended, but she did not wake up. Samantha wondered if she could manage to bring Martha off without waking her up. It was a welcome challenge. The gorgeous blonde would, no doubt, have the loveliest dreams!

Very gently, Samantha sucked those stiff tit tips into her lips and caressed them. Her hand moved lightly between Martha's thighs. Then she squirmed down on the bed and began to apply her hot tongue to Martha's juicy cunt.

Martha whimpered in her sleep.

Samantha was in no hurry at all, and she worked slowly, enjoying the succulence of slippery cunt on her hot tongue and in due course, Martha's pussy began to simmer, and then it melted. Without waking her friend, Samantha lapped up all of her creamy fuck juice.

Martha woke a bit later.

"Why, I've just had the most wonderful dream," she said.

Then she noticed the way that Samantha was looking at her and she saw how the dark girl's lips were glistening.

"Why – it wasn't a dream, was it?"

"Let's just say that I've already had breakfast," Samantha told her.

"Ummmmmmm now I'm starving," Martha purred.

Samantha grinned and stretched out, spreading her legs and tilting her cunt up, just as if she were laying a succulent breakfast table for Martha.

Martha ate her cunt with hearty appetite.

Then they linked up for a lovely morning 69 so that both would be satisfied at the same time. After that, they showered and got dressed. It had been a wonderful experience, and both girls hoped they would soon be able to spend a whole night together again.

They left the room.

They'd paid in advance, and there was no need to go to the office, so they went straight to the car. Neither of them remembered the dildo, which was still under the bed, lurking there like a dragon in a cave, waiting for a maiden to wander by.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Jeannie was already up and dressed in her maid's uniform by the time that Samantha and Martha drove off. Normally, Jeannie was inclined to linger in bed in the morning, finger-fucking herself, in no hurry to get about her tasks. But today was different. She wanted to get her work done early, so that she could meet Ronny and have lots of time for fucking and sucking at the apartment.

Her parents were still in bed.

Jeannie went down the line of units with her pushcarts changing the linen and emptying the ashtrays. When she came to the room with the spy holes in the wall, she wondered if it had been occupied and, if so, whether there had been any lewd behavior which her mother and father might have witnessed.

She inspected the bed.

Something had sure been happening in that bed, for the sheets and even the pillowcases were damp and sticky. It gave naughty Jeannie a thrill. She knew what cum tasted like now – lovely stuff it was, too! She knelt down and began to lick the moist sheets.

That was funny.

It didn't taste like cum – not quite.

She knew what cunt juice tasted like, of course, because she often licked her fingers while she was giving herself a hand job, and those sticky sheets tasted like that. She guessed that some lucky lady had been fucked to a frazzle and had come time and again while a thoughtful gentleman held his own spurting climax back or poured it so deeply into her pussy so that not a drop spilled onto the sheets.

Then she recalled seeing two women leave. This was the only room that had been occupied at this end of the motel, so it must have been them. Why, they must have shared a bed and finger fucked themselves! Or maybe they had finger fucked each other! Or – gee whiz! Maybe they had even sucked each other off!

These were inspirational thoughts for a horny little teenager, and Jeannie was more eager than ever to get her work done so that she could phone Ronny and arrange to meet.

She knelt down to change the linen.

What was that under the bed?

Jeannie reached under and drew it out. She held it up, frowning. Then she gave a little gasp as she realized it was no wonder those sheets were soaking, if two horny women had been sharing a rubber prick!

And it was a delightful-looking prick, too. Jeannie held it to her lips and licked. There was no doubt that it had been used, for it was basted in cunt juice! Her tongue curled and coiled around it as she tasted the flavorsome stuff. If cunt juice was as tasty when you sucked it out, all hot and bubbling from a cunt, as it was second hand, she could see why some girls liked to eat pussy.

She wouldn't have minded snacking on a cunt, herself.

Maybe she would, someday, with the right girl. But she was more interested in cocks, now. She was mainly interested in Ronny's big cock, of course. But Ronny was not there with her.

And that big rubber cock was right in her hand.

Jeannie grinned impishly.

She decided that she had better find out what it felt like to have a cunt full of the pleasant-looking prick. After all – a cock in the bush was worth two in the hand – if the bush happened to be that curly one that surrounded her steaming cunt!

The girl had an idea that her pussy was going to get awfully juicy in a moment, and remembering how thoroughly those sheets had been soaked, she figured it would be wise to take her uniform off before she got it all wet with pussy juice. She put the dildo on the bed and removed her clothing. Then she lay down on the bed and prepared to give her cunt a nice long fucking.

The girl was so aroused and excited by the prospect that she did not give any thought to the fact that she was in the special room and that there were spy holes in the wall.

She slowly pushed the fat prick up her cunt.

Oh! It felt wonderful!

She began to fuck herself merrily towards a climax.

Carl got out of bed quietly, so as not to wake his wife.

He was wondering if the two women were still in the motel room. He wanted to sneak down and peek in to see if they might be giving each other a morning suck or dildo fuck.

But he also had another idea.

Carl did not understand the psychology involved in such matters. He was rather naive, and he had always figured that the only reason two women would fuck each other was because they did not happen to have a man to stick it to them.

Now he wondered if he should offer his services.

If those gorgeous gals liked a rubber prick – why, they would simply adore his real-life cock!

It seemed logical to him.

He would peek through the spy holes, and when the girls were all worked up and horny from fucking each other, he would knock on the door and very politely offer to let them use his cock!

As soon as he had left the bedroom, Marlene opened her eyes, for she had not really been asleep. Marlene had been having some ideas of her own. They, too, concerned the girls in that secret observation room. Marlene had no experience of lesbianism and, in her way, was as naive about it as her husband was. But she was fascinated, too.

Those girls had obviously been having an awful lot of fun and had enjoyed what they were doing tremendously.

Marlene wondered if they might like to suck her cunt, too.

The idea of lying back with her legs spread while two sexy women took turns tonguing her creamy pussy was thrilling.

She even thought that she might like to suck them, too – just to see what it was like.

Marlene slipped into a robe and, not realizing that Carl had gone there, headed for the observation room with very much the same plan in mind that her husband had.

Jeannie was stuffing her cunt with extreme enjoyment when she heard the door of the ad joining room open and softly close.

She suddenly remembered that she could be seen!

Oh, golly! It must be Mom or Dad! she thought in panic. She didn't know what to do. There was no time to flee. Should she pluck the dildo out of her cunt and try to hide it? Or should she stuff the damned thing all the way up and hope they didn't notice the leather straps dangling out of her cunt? But even if she managed to hide the rubber prick, they would see her naked on the bed! They would assume that she was finger fucking herself.

The she saw the only solution.

Since she was naked, there was no way they could identify her as their daughter unless they saw her face.

Jeannie dragged the soaked pillowcase off the pillow and pulled it over her head.

Now, if she was lucky, her mom and dad would merely think that the occupant of the room was a member of the KKK.

She felt secure now, under the mask.

She even grinned.

Those naughty parents of hers had probably seen her finger fucking herself plenty of times through that treacherous two-way mirror. Now she thought that she might as well put on another show for them. As long as they didn't know who she was, it would be kind of exciting, and anyhow, that dildo felt so good that she did not want to stop using it simply because she was being watched.

The naughty teenager began to fuck the rubber cock in and out of her cunt again, squirming and writhing with pleasure as the fat prick filled her cunt so full.

Carl watched, panting.

The dildo came out slippery with cunt juice, then vanished, squishing, up her juicy cunt. What a sight!

But where was the other girl?

He listened, but he couldn't hear the shower running.

There's only one answer, he thought. The tall, dark girl must have left during the night. Now this blonde – identifiable by her light cunt bush – was all alone and still horny. He did notice that her cunt hair was not quite the same color as it had been the night before, but he merely assumed that was because the curly thicket was so soaking with cunt juice that it had changed its shade.

Why should he think otherwise?

And why should a girl want a rubber prick when she could have the real thing – hot and stiff and full of jism?

He knew she must be a very kinky girl, for why else would she be wearing a pillowcase over her head?

Carl figured he was going to get lucky.

He took a last look through the spy hole, then slipped from the room and went next door. He tried the door. It was open.

He entered the room with great expectations.

Oh, golly, thought Jeannie, when she head her father come in.

She hadn't figured on this.

But what could she do? She couldn't whip the pillowcase off and reveal her identity. Yet, if she kept it on, he was going to try to fuck her. It was a terrible dilemma for a girl to face.

If she let him fuck her, it would be incest! Incest was terribly naughty and it was all the more exciting, because it was so wicked.

Under the safety of the pillowcase, she grinned.

Marlene had just came into the courtyard when she saw her husband emerge from the motel room and go next door. She hesitated, frowning. Carl slipped into the room and closed the door.

Why, that dirty bastard! thought Marlene. He must have sneaked in there to see if he can fuck those women!

But then her frown smoothed out, and she grinned.

Just as I had planned to, she thought.

And how could she be angry at him for doing the same thing that she wanted to do? Marlene hurried across the courtyard and slipped into the room next to the one in which her husband had just disappeared. She moved to the spy hole.

Marlene was not a jealous woman.

But she could sometimes be envious.

And when she saw what was happening in the next roam, she got very envious indeed.

Carl stood just inside the door.

The girl on the bed had a pillowcase over her head and a big rubber prick stuck up her cunt.

"Uh, can I be of service?" Carl asked.

The girl raised the edge of the pillowcase slightly so that she could peer out, but her face was still hidden in the shadows. Marlene wandered why she was masking herself that way. Then she decided that she must be a basically shy girl who, ashamed to be giving herself a dildo fuck, had wanted to bury her head like an ostrich. Or else she had somehow guessed that a man might make himself available and, being a lesbian, was ashamed of that situation.

Marlene figured that was likely. Masked, a lesbian might well fuck a man, as long as she didn't have to look at him – might pretend he was a self-propelled dildo, perhaps, or a woman wearing one of those rubber cocks. She knew nothing about lesbians, but she knew what she liked! Grinning lewdly, she opened her robe and cupped a hand over her burning cunt and settled down to watch.

The masked girl did not speak.

"I noticed that you were… lonely," said Carl. "I mean – I noticed that your friend had left you alone. I've got a real cock here, if you're interested."

The girl still did not speak, but he took that as a promising sign. She had made no protest.

Carl opened his fly and hauled his big cock out.

He thrust his hips towards the bed, putting that towering hunk of cock meat on display.

The girl's eyes gleamed from the masking shadows.

She slowly pulled the rubber prick out of her cunt and tossed it to the side. Vacated, her cunt bubbled and a stream of pussy nectar poured down her crotch.

Standing where he was, Carl whipped his clothing off.

He advanced on the bed, prick first, his big cock before him like the figurehead of a ship. The girl drew her knees up slightly and spread her thighs farther apart.

It's funny that she hasn't said a word, he thought, but it doesn't matter. It won't be possible to kiss her, either, with her head in a pillowcase – but that doesn't matter, either. With a hot, wet cunt all ready for my cock, what do I care about kissing?

He knelt at the foot of the bed and slowly shuffled up into position over her loins.

Has she ever been fucked by a man before? He wondered.

He hoped not. Maybe he could be the man who showed her the error of her way and saved her from a life of lesbianism!

She was clutching the pillowcase around her chin firmly now. He knew she must be a very shy and innocent girl, to be so concerned about hiding her face at a moment like this. He found it touching and endearing and stimulating, as well.

He fitted the big, blunt tip of his cock into her juicy cunt and moved it up and down, massaging her pussy entrance. The girl began to whimper and whine, and her hips jerked from side to side. Maybe she had never had cock before but she sure was eager to get it!

Carl began to push his prick into her cunt an inch at a time, feeding it in gradually and appreciating every inch.

He ran his whole prick in, burying his prick to the hilt, his big, hairy balls jammng against her crotch. His body was angled up, his weight taken on hands and knees, so that they were touching only at the vital point where his cock skewered her cunt.

She began moving first.

Her lithe loins humped and pumped, working her slippery, steaming cunt around on his cock. After a moment, Carl began grinding his prick in to her with log, rippling strokes. Her pussy was a lot tighter than his wife's, he calculated, but every bit as talented. Her soft cunt tunnel had molded itself to the contours of his cock, clinging to every inch of his prick shaft and knob.

They fucked together in frantic need.

Carl felt his balls swell as his hot load of cum prepared to propel itself into her cunt.

He heard the door open.

Missing a stroke in his confusion, he looked behind him and saw his wife enter the room. The girl lifted the edge of the pillowcase mad gave a little, muffled gasp.

Marlene advanced upon the bed.

But, Carl noticed she did not look unhappy. He gave her a sheepish grin, and she winked at him. After all, she had sucked off the carpenter. Why should she resent it if Carl gave a fuck to a guest?

Resentment was not at all what Marlene felt.

Marlene slipped out of her robe.

Carl was still pumping his cock into the girl, but his fuck-strokes had become faltering now, in his uncertainty.

"Oh, don't stop," said Marlene, kneeling beside the bed and leaning close so that she could get a good look at the fuck. Her face was contorted by lust, a mask as true as a pillowcase, in its way. She was leaning right in, her chin resting on the bed, as she watched the fat cock vanish up the girl's hairy cunt, then draw back out, covered with thick, creamy cunt juice.

"Shoot in her cunt, Carl," Marlene whispered, her voice husky with passion. "I want to see you come in her – and then I want to do something else, while you watch me."

Carl groaned, and the mystery girl whimpered.

He began to plow in steadily again, getting back into the fucking rhythm that was going to empty his balls.

"Come – come in her!" Marlene moaned.

The girl squealed, wanting that foaming load.

Carl blew his jism into her cunt in series of creamy spurts, feeling her cunt melt around his cock. Marlene was lapping her lips in ecstasy as she watched her husband empty his cock and balls to the dregs.

He pulled out.

The girl was still writhing and squirming, wanting more.

"Watch!" Marlene said.

And she opened her mouth and dipped her head down and began to suck on the girl's frothy cunt. Carl moaned in fascination as he watched his wife's lips working on the girl's wet pussy.

Marlene was slurping cum and cunt juice out of the steaming cunt and gulping it down, and the girl began to wail, coming again as those lips drew the thrill from her clit and her fuck hole.

"Ummmummmm," Marlene sighed and purred, finding that she loved the succulent flavor of hot, cum-soaked cunt.

It was too much for Carl. His big cock sprang back to a full, raging hard-on. He had to put it someplace. The girl's pussy was not available, for his wife's mouth was stuck to it like a suction cup. Then he remembered watching that girl take a dildo into her moutb! If she would suck a dildo, she would most certainly suck a real prick!

Her hands had moved down, gripping Marlene's head. She was no longer holding the pillowcase in place! Carl snatched it off her head and shoved his cock into her mouth. She sucked joyfully.

Carl was so hot that he shot his wad into her mouth before he realized that it was his daughter! But the joyous look on her face soon eased his shock, and he began to think of all the fucking, sucking and watching the family could do.

Content

David Crane
Hot peeping wife

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE