As he passed the house next door, the porch light came on and he blinked, startled by the suddenness of its glare. He glanced quickly at the brown-haired woman standing in the doorway, her lips pursed. Immediately it occurred to him that her lips were formed just right for a suck job, and just as immediately he tried to put the absurd thought out of his mind. He considered saying hello to her, but instead walked on a few paces, stopped and turned around. He ran back to the in-walk and up onto her porch.
"Rose," he said, "please let me come inside."
Much to his astonishment, she pushed open the screen door and stepped aside to allow him to enter. He did so and she closed both the screen door and the main one. She did not quite meet his gaze, but he did not try to stare her down. He was too interested in the phone that stood on a stand nearby. Stepping over to it, he dialed a number that he knew heard the person answering at the other end, and without speaking, hung up and turned about to face Rose.
"Why?" he asked.
"Why?" Apparently she knew he meant why had she made believe she wanted to use the phone next door.
"I don't know," she said. "I saw you sitting there naked… and something wild came over me… I don't know what… such a thing has never happened to me before. It is true my phone's working, and I didn't want to use Cindy's. It is also true that I wanted to see your… nudity close up."
"May I ask you a question, a rather personal one, Rose?"
She nodded hesitantly.
"Do you need a man?" he asked bluntly.
She flushed and averted her eyes. "I don't know. I don't know much about such things. I'm… terribly embarrassed… would you please leave now?"
"Certainly," he said. "If you insist on it."
"I'm afraid of… myself."
He smiled kindly at her. "Sure. I understand that, I think I'll go now. My name is Pete. I live nearby. I'm married, but…"
"I know you are," she said. "I've seen you before, many times."
Now he was slightly embarrassed. "Oh… have you?" he asked. "Well, good-bye for now. Nice talking to you, Rose."
"You're a very handsome man," she said softly, but boldly, apparently, for her.
"And you're a very pretty woman. Good night."
"Good night… Pete."
He had no more than stepped outside than the porch light was turned off, leaving him in darkness. He groped his way down the two steps to the in-walk and had not gone more than five feet when he heard a sound behind him, the sound of light running steps. The next moment he felt her arms go about him from the rear while she snuggled her head against his back.
"Pete, don't go… I saw what you did to Cindy… on the bed… Come back. Do that to me… please."
He was astonished but elated, though he knew he had better play his cards carefully, or she might turn and run back into the house like a frightened creature. Only sheer desperation had caused her to rush out of the house and cry out those impassioned words after she had flung her arms about him. Without question the woman was in great need and this great need had momentarily thrown to the winds her shyness and reticence toward men, things that Pete probably would have known instinctively even if Cindy had not told him.
He turned about slowly and, even as he did so, her arms continued to hug him fiercely. Once he glanced quickly at Cindy's place and was mildly surprised to note there were no lights on in the house. His attention, however, was strictly limited to Rose's manner of standing close to him. Her body was quivering like a frightened colt's, she was half sobbing and perhaps even slightly hysterical. One thing, the most important thing, he now discovered even though it was pitch-dark outside, was that her upper body was unclothed. She must have stripped off her blouse and bra the moment he had stepped through the doorway and followed him with the definite purpose of pressing her tits against his body.
"Rose," he said very softly. "Do you want me to make love to you?"
"Y-Yes. Everything you did to… Cindy."
"We must go back inside," he told her gently.
"Y-Yes… of course. Come."
He walked up onto the porch and pushed open the door, which stood ajar. She kept both arms wrapped about him as though fearful he might leave her. Her body was still quivering. Obviously, the woman was scared and shaken up by what she was doing, but her passion was overriding all her other feelings.
Pete closed the door and kissed her almost in the same motion. She clung to him more fiercely than before, and it crossed his mind that he had told Mary he would be back home immediately after laying Cindy as per agreement between the two couples, but here he was in another woman's house, a sex-starved woman at that. Pete was not worried about this, but he was concerned that Mary might think an accident had befallen him if he didn't return within a reasonable period of time. Probably she would call Cindy, who would tell her he'd left at an earlier hour and…
"Talk dirty to me, Pete… Please make me feel… you know…"
Pete knew. She wanted him to make her feel like a wanton and then when the morning came, she could excuse away the whole business by kidding herself he had unduly excited her and driven her to do… whatever it was she had in mind to do. However, he inwardly shrugged and whispered in her ear.
"You're a hot bitch, aren't you, baby? You want me to stick my tool up your cunt and give you a spray job. You want to be fucked, baby, and you don't care who does it so long as he's got a big, stiff cock. Right?"
She didn't answer him and he hadn't expected her to. She simply pressed her body up to his all the more fiercely and spoke two words. "Say more."
"More dirty words, baby? All right. After I've fucked your cunt, would you like me to eat your box and run my tongue up and down and in and out of it the way you saw me do to Cindy?"
This time she answered him. "Y-Yes, Pete. Do all of those things and I… I'll… do something to you… maybe."
"What do you mean 'maybe'?"
"I don't know. Take me to the bedroom. That door right there."
There was a dim light burning in the front room, but still he had to look about him before he saw the door she meant. Then he picked her up, her great boobs pressed against his face maddeningly, and carried her into the bedroom. There was another dim light burning in this room which gave off just about enough illumination to allow him to see her. Her body was unbelievably beautiful, and he wondered why such a lovely woman would have to resort to window-peeping for her kicks. Perhaps she liked that sort of thing. If she did, and could get away with it, he was all for it. Take your kicks where you find them, was one of his staunchest beliefs.
He turned his back to her and took off his shirt and pants, following the removal of his jacket. He tossed these over a chair and yanked his T-shirt over his head and did the same with it. He stood now in front of her wearing only his shorts. His cock was hard and standing erect despite the cloth of his shorts. Rose stared at his crotch and wet her lips, her great bosom heaving passionately.
"Will you take it out of your briefs and let me… see it?" she asked her voice sounding scared and hollow.
There was something odd about her that was turning Pete on. He slipped his shorts down a few inches, exposing his hard-on to her. She gasped and blinked her eyes.
"Do you like to look at it?" he asked, his own voice sounding strange now.
"I'd like to take it in… my… mouth. May I please?"
Pete felt the hair on the nape of his neck standing, or thought he did. "You… may," he said, his voice almost cracking.
"And do you… will it send out… juice… if I do?" she asked in a monotone.
"If you keep it up long enough, a lot of juice will come out of it," he told her tensely.
"Wonderful," she murmured. "How wonderful. And what do I do with the juice? Swallow… it?"
Pete himself swallowed now out of sheer nervousness. "Of course," he said. "Of course you should swallow the results of… love." He knew this sounded thick, but it was the only thing his mind presented to him. "If you want to, that is," he added.
"Pull your briefs down farther. I want to see all of you."
Pete had a tough time to keep from grinning at the way she was talking. It sounded so… old-fashioned, out of touch, something. He complied with her request and went her one better by removing his shorts altogether. Moving closer to the bed, he took his hard-on between thumb and second finger and lowered the head of it so that it was, in effect, pointing straight at her face, only inches away.
"Want to suck it, Rose?" he asked softly. "Want to suck off a man's prick?"
"Oh… yes…" she breathed. "Let me remove my lower garments." She did so and he watched her, noting that she kept her panties on.
He motioned towards her crotch. "Why keep 'em on? I might want to stick you there between the legs, you know. That's what your cunt is for, Rose, to receive the offerings of a male cock." He knew he was deliberately attempting to put words in such a manner that they would drive her nearly crazy with desire, and wondered if he were being successful. She seemed no hotter now than she had been, but possibly she had already reached the zenith of her passion when she had run after him to the street and it was impossible for her to get any hotter.
"If I remove my panties," she asked hesitantly, "will you promise to… suck me there?"
"I'll do it to you all ways, baby. Just take 'em off. I hate superfluous clothing. Yes, I'll suck your slit. Of course I will. After I…"
"After you what?" she asked when he did not go on.
"Nothing, really," he told her. "I don't know what I was about to say. Nothing important, I suppose."
"But you were going to say something."
"I have something to say. You can bet on that, Rose."
She looked up at him lustfully, her parted lips only inches from his stiffened prick. "Yes? What is it, Pete?"
"Suck!" he cried, and tried to shove his cock into her mouth. "Suck me off, you hot bitch."
She sprang out of the bed, grabbed up the sheet and held it in front of her shaking body. "What's the matter with you, Pete?" she asked. "You've suddenly turned into a… a… I don't know what."
Pete sighed, picked up his briefs and pulled them on. She watched him as he slowly, carefully dressed himself, and he was aware she was doing this, but he paid no attention to her. When he was fully clad, he stepped to a mirror, looking at his reflection – what he could see of it in the dim light – and left the room, crossing the front room and opening the door. As he did so, he felt her arms shaking about his middle again.
"Please, don't leave me, Pete! I'm so sorry for what I said. You scared me by your… by what you tried to do. I wasn't ready."
He grabbed her wrists and easily pulled her arms free from his body. Turning about quickly, he looked down coldly into her frightened eyes.
"When you figure you've grown up sufficiently, let me know. I'll see you, little girl."
He stepped out of the house this time and, turning left on the walk, proceeded towards home. His heart hammered savagely all the way to the house, but by the time he had reached the front door, he was relaxed. Entering the house, he saw that their bedroom door was closed, something that seldom if ever happened unless he and Mary were inside and fucking. This must mean that Mark was still here. Pete felt slightly foolish. What should he do? Should he clear out and wait to see if Mark would then leave or should he tap on the door and make his presence known? He shook his head, at a momentary loss to know what to do. This was the first swapping of mates between the two couples and no precedent had been established. Finally, Pete turned and walked quietly out of the house, closing the door after him with great care, not wanting to make any sound that would indicate he was home. They, the four of them, would have to work out some system for this sort of thing, this exchange business, this thing about getting up and going home, but this definitely was not the time to attempt it.
He moved slowly along the street with the darkness all about him. There was a slight wind blowing on this May evening and a hint of rain in the air. The wind, the breeze really, felt good as it brushed over his warm body. Pete had worked up considerable perspiration earlier, and now his flesh was sticky and somewhat uncomfortable. However, the breeze through the cloth of his suit alleviated this a little, enough so that it pleased him to continue walking from one block to the next. He was astonished to find himself standing directly in front of Rose's place. He glanced at the house almost guiltily and saw there were no lights on in the house. He breathed a sigh of relief, for he didn't want the woman to think he had stolen back to… to what?
"To fuck her," he said aloud but softly. "That's why I came here. Why kid myself."
He found himself walking up her driveway in a rather furtive manner, as if he did not want Cindy, next door, to accidentally discover him – as if he did not want Rose to, either.
"This woman bugs me," he murmured softly. "She bugs me because she's strange."
He moved to the rear of her house and, seeing a window, stopped nearby, trying not to make a sound in the still of the night. He peered through the window and discovered there was a dim light on in the room.
He discovered something else, also.
He saw a dog.
A Great Dane, he thought.
A male dog.
A Great Dane male dog.
And he was doing something.
Something that excited Pete Braden more than ever before.
Rose was in the room, too.
She was on her hands and knees.
The Great Dane dog, the Great Dane male dog was above her.
He was also behind her.
He was, Pete saw, in the process of fucking Rose.
His body shook like mad. He had never seen a thing like this in his entire life, though he had heard about such things in a vague sort of way. Such things were done by old bags in a certain type of place, and for money he had heard, but never, never had he witnessed such a thing as was taking place in this woman's bedroom.
The dog was humping the woman at a furious rate.
Rose was almost naked, having on black stockings, a garter belt to match, and a black bra. The dog had a long, fast-stabbing tool.
He was using it on Rose's cunt.
Pete pulled himself away from the window and staggered up the driveway. He had gone no more than twenty steps when he stopped, felt his prick, discovering it was tremendously hard, and turned about to retrace his steps to the window. He glanced in again at the unbelievable scene.
It was the same, except that the large dog was fucking more quickly now. He was also drawing his tool farther out with each thrust. Pete could see the red, angry look of it. The skin covering the dog's tool fell away, exposing it completely to Pete's view. The only time he could not see it was during the quick inward jab when the dog made his fuck-motion. The look on Rose's face was one of supreme ecstasy, the like of which Pete had never before seen. He wondered if she had resorted to the male dog because of him, because he had walked out on her when she had been desperately passionate. A supposition such as this seemed far out but also quite likely. Again, as he studied her wanton expression, he wondered about her, how she could have behaved as she had with him and then, later, to turn around and allow an animal to fuck her. He thought about this last bit and grinned grotesquely. Animals, even dogs, do fuck. Period.
Animals were much smarter about the matter than humans.
Humans considered it necessary to kid themselves. They insisted, at least most females did, that it was love. Pete wanted to walk away from the scene, but he also wanted to remain and observe it. He pressed his face against the pane, wishing the window were up just a bit so he could hear the sounds of the bestial fucking. Glancing by chance across the room, he saw there was a window there that was up a few inches. Moving carefully, trying not to make a sound that would alert either Rose or the dog, he moved away from the first window and made his way slowly through the darkness until he saw light shining faintly through the second window. He crouched down low, listened and watched. He heard the grunts, the snorts of the male dog as it apparently tried to go off in the woman's cunt. From this vantage point Pete could see everything clearer, better, much more graphically than from the other window. The dog's cock was long and extremely swollen, it appeared. Pete had seen male dogs fucking females before, female dogs, that is, but he could not recall having noticed that a dog's cock could be so large and long. The red shaft looked as if it were about to explode in all directions. Of course, Pete could catch only fleeting glimpses of it, and these occurred when the dog pulled back, his prong extracted partially, as he sought to breed the female. Pete wondered if the dog really cared that the female he was prodding so savagely was not of his species.
A terrible urge to sneeze came over Pete, and he had to duck out of sight, crawl away, practically on his hands and knees, and press his upper lip fiercely. When he thought he had the urge under control, he started back for the window for another look at the exhilarating scene.
"If I were a woman," he murmured so softly that no one could have heard him, "I think I'd try this at least once myself."
When he reached the window, he peered over the edge and knew a momentary disappointment. The dog was not fucking the woman. They had finished. Rose lay across the bed, her feet touching the floor, and the big male dog was between her legs, lapping her cunt at a frantic rate.
Pete could not help it.
The scene was just too hot for him.
He shot off in his pants.
He filled them with male cum.
He made no sounds, however, and the dog continued lapping the woman's cunt.
Suddenly Rose began to moan and beat the bed with both fists. The dog seemed to recognize this as a sign.
He hunched both of his forefeet over the woman's hips and began to frantically dart his long, wicked-looking whang in the direction of her cunt.
Pete saw it enter the woman's hole and disappear all the way to the hilt.
Pete shot off in his pants again.
He turned and stumbled out of the driveway as quickly as he could.