By the time he reached his place, the rain had begun to fall fairly hard. Pete scarcely noticed it, so engrossed was he by what he had just witnessed, so conscious was he of the condition of his underpants. As he moved up onto the front porch, he managed to grin and relax somewhat, which was probably a good thing because when he bent down to look through one of the tiny windows in the door and into the house, he saw Mary sitting on the sofa, nude from the waist up. She was not alone. Mark was very much still about the place. He was, in fact, standing directly in front of Mary, his prong out, very hard-looking and very definitely in Mary's mouth. Mary was sucking the man off. Pete blinked. This was something she rarely had done even to him, her husband.
"What a crazy night," he murmured softly. "The things I'm seeing this evening are just…"
He ceased murmuring momentarily because his wife had just grabbed Mark by the hips and pulled him down on top of her, all the while going down on the man's stiffened dick with a frantic, wild wantonness that astonished Pete. He watched her as she sucked Mark's prong with great relish.
"Must be he's got something I don't have," Pete murmured, smiling as an eerie excitement coursed through him. "Look at her gobble it up. Maybe I'd better go back to Cindy's. They sure don't want me here." And saying this softly, he crept down from the porch and walked swiftly away from the house and headed back towards Cindy's.
When he arrived there, he noted the lights were off in Cindy's house, but this didn't concern him too much. He tried not to glance at Rose's front windows for fear she might be sitting there in the dark looking out at him. He wondered what he would do if she were to dash out of the house and beg him to enter, as she had done before. Would he be willing to follow up a… dog? Pete shook his head and a moment later was astonished at the way his prick had grown hard.
"Maybe there's something wrong with me tonight," he muttered. "Or it could be I'm just having a hell of a fine time."
He was up the driveway of Rose's place even before he realized he had moved. He found the second window quickly and bent down to peer into the room.
"I'm getting to be a first-rate Peeping Tom," he murmured very softly. "Never thought I'd do a thing like this."
He could see a form under the sheet but could only guess that it was Rose. Probably it was. Hadn't Cindy said she lived alone? He grinned. Maybe it was the dog. Pete shook his head, wondering if he were going off the deep end or something and, shifting his weight a bit, he tapped lightly on the window. The form under the sheet – the dim light was still on – moved quickly and he saw Rose sit up on the bed, brush her long brown hair out of her eye and glance nervously about the room. She did not see him at the window, apparently, for a moment later she lay down, kicked the sheet off her body, pulled up her nightgown and rubbed her cunt gingerly.
Pete wanted to laugh but managed to hold it back. Rose's pussy undoubtedly itched because of the tremendous pounding and prodding it had recently taken from the stiff whang of the big dog. Should he tap on the window again and ask her to let him in? He no more than had the thought that he did exactly that – he tapped on the window loudly.
Rose covered her body in a flash and looked straight at the window. She got out of bed, holding the sheet around her and walked apprehensively to the window.
"Rose," he said through the crack of the window, "will you let me in, please?"
She jumped back from the window, her eyes wide.
"Rose," he said more loudly. "It's Pete. I just came back, saw the light on in the room and you on the bed. Let me in, will you?"
She nodded and ran from the room. His heart hammering now, he walked to the front of the house and waited for her to open the door. Finally she did so and he stepped up on the porch and entered. He instantly caught a whiff of her. She had bathed because she smelled clean and nice. There was, he thought, the scent of soap about her.
She surprised him by standing on her tiptoes and impulsively kissing his mouth. Then she broke away from him and turned her back, her hands dabbing at her eyes. He could see her shoulders shaking.
"What is it?" he asked guardedly. "What's wrong?"
She ran from the room, leaving him standing there in a state of perplexity. He waited for her to return, but she did not do so. His prick became stiff, for no apparent reason, and he crossed the room to look for her. It might be nice to have her suck him off. Surely she could do that, couldn't she?
He grinned and rubbed his stiffened cock through the cloth of his trousers. Something was making him unduly hot this night. He knew he should leave this house with its strange female occupant and go next door and waken Cindy to use his hard-on on her. That was where he should be, but there was something so fiercely intriguing about Rose that he found he could not move towards the door. He instead walked out of the room, entering the room Rose had gone to, and immediately saw her lying nude on the floor. There was no carpet, no rug, nothing beneath her but the hard wooden surface.
"You see, Pete," she said almost whimpering. "I've got my courage up for you. I'm ready to be man-fucked."
He pretended he didn't know what she meant specifically by the term "man-fucked".
"What did you say, Rose?" he asked, moving closer to her inert form on the floor.
"Don't talk… please? Get on top of Rose and stick in your stiff prick and take her. She needs to be fucked so very, very badly."
The hell you do. You've had it twice tonight, but not from a man. Before he could reply she was on her feet, her eyes flashing, the room being somewhat better lighted than when he had stared through the window at her.
"You don't want to fuck Rose? Is that it, Pete?"
"What's happened to you?" he asked, stalling for time. He didn't want to lay her but preferred that she go down on him. In fact, he was going to insist on this. "The other time I was here, you seemed not to want to do it. Now you're practically begging for it. I don't understand."
"I got over my foolishness," she said. She flopped on the bed, belly first.
He looked at her box from the rear and thought about how the dog had licked her and later fucked her as she lay on her back, her legs spread far apart. "Rose," he said. "I came back to have you suck me. If you don't want to do that, I'll leave again."
She flopped over on her back. "Don't you think I have an attractive enough body?" she asked.
"It's not that, Rose. You're a beautiful woman. You know that. It's just that I seem to have this urge to be sucked off. Can't you understand that?"
She nodded. "Yes, of course. Will you come closer to me, please, and let me kiss your cock?"
He became tremendously excited at hearing her say this. There was no question about it – this was one of the most exciting women he had ever known. She had hangups, but who didn't? As he moved close to her, she reached out and took his prick daintily between thumb and forefinger, holding it at its base, and, leaning forward, planted a wet kiss on the head.
Pete nearly blew off. He wondered if she could feel the wetness of his drawers, if she could smell the spent sap he had shot when watching her fuck with the dog. Apparently, she hadn't noticed; at least she made no remark about it. She kissed the head again and ran her tongue lightly over it.
"Pete…" she said slowly, hesitantly. "I'm a very hot woman. I become so terribly passionate at times that I frighten myself."
He waited for her to go on, but she said nothing more then. Instead she kissed his quivering cock for the third time.
"Take it in your… mouth, baby," he urged. "You're driving me crazy."
"Oh, but I want to make you as hot as I am," she murmured. "I have to."
This irked him slightly. "How do you know I'm not?"
She paid no attention to his question. "Piss on me, honey," she begged. "Please piss on me."
Pete felt his scalp tightening. This woman, more and more, was sounding and acting as if she were not merely quirky but a mental case of some kind. He wondered if she really was or if he was letting his imagination get out of hand.
"Why," he asked, "do you want me to piss on you?"
"I want to be degraded," she confessed.
"But I don't want to do that. That's no thrill for a man. I want to shoot my jizz in you, not urinate."
She sighed. "I know. I'm sorry. Guess I'm kind of nuts. Will you forgive me for what I said?"
Pete felt better at hearing this. "Sure. Everyone gets carried away at times by passion. God knows I have often enough."
She kissed his cock again but did not take it into her mouth as he wanted her to do. "Tell me," she said. "What was the dirtiest thing you ever did?"
He frowned slightly. "I don't know, Rose. I don't dwell on such things." He knew the moment he said the words that he was sounding like a stuffed shirt, but he was damned if he would retract the sentence.
"Of course you don't, Pete." She paused briefly. "You know, I feel I've known you for a long time, but I haven't, have I?"
"I don't know. Only you would know that."
"Would you like to fuck me now, Pete?"
He hedged. "I'd like you to suck me off, baby. I told you that before."
"You don't want to fuck Rose?" Her brows had shot up.
"Certainly I do," he said. "But right now I want to be blown."
"Oh, if you put it that way, I don't mind doing it. It's the word 'suck' that turns me off for some reason."
"Really?" He could not for the life of him think of anything else to say to her at this precise moment. What the hell difference did a word make? Suck. Blow. Either one would do. Same difference.
"Bring your cock back to me, baby," she said, sounding almost exactly as Cindy had earlier.
He wondered if she listened at Cindy's window as he had at hers, for sounds of spoken words, grunts and so on.
"Sure," he said, clearing his throat and sounding like an insurance salesman just being asked if his company was solvent. "I mean, I'm happy to do so," he added. He could have kicked himself – he was sounding like an idiot now.
She took his prick in her hand and ran her fingers up and down on it, causing a bead of sap to appear on the very tip. Much to his astonishment, she made a face and averted her eyes. Pete felt disappointed, angry. He pulled his cock away from her and turned away from the bed.
"Think I'll go home and this time stay there," he muttered savagely. Imagine. This Goddamned woman was repelled, evidently, by a bead of his sap while she took all the jizz a dog could pour into her. Once again he could have kicked himself. Striding from the room without saying another word, he found the front door, opened it and stepped outside. Immediately, he heard his name being called and thought it was Rose.
It was not.
The voice came from behind him and off to his right.
"Pete," Cindy called over. "Come here, you nut. What are you doing in that yard?"
He saw her then. She was standing in her front doorway; there were no lights on in her house, but the fact that she was wearing a white robe helped him to spot her. He walked slowly over to her door, stopped and looked at her.
"I went home, Cindy," he said slowly, "but Mark and Mary were still at it, so… so I came back."
She pushed open the screen door. "Come in, baby. Maybe we can start something going again."
He entered the house swiftly.
"What were they doing, Mary and Mark?"
He wondered why she added the two names. What were they doing would have been enough to ask. Did she mean something else, like maybe the dog and Rose? He tried to see her expression, but it was too dark in the room and the light from the streetlamp did not help much even though the door stood open.
"Mary," he said, smiling, "was sitting nude from the waist up on a sofa, and Mark was pumping his prick into her mouth."
Cindy giggled. "It makes me hot all over again."
Pete grinned in the dark. "Can't we turn on a light?" he said, wanting Rose to see him in Cindy's house. It might be good to have Rose watching him through a window, as she said she'd done when he screwed Cindy, and they had sixty-nined. How would that be for a thrill – take one woman while another secretly observed? He found the idea appealing.
"Please," he went on, "turn on some lights. I'm not an owl, baby."
Cindy laughed softly and did so. When the room was lighted, he looked at her and noted the long, beautiful, white nightgown she was wearing. It was transparent, or almost so, and he could easily see her tits, hairy muff, even her navel, when he glanced at her more closely.
"How do you like it, Pete? Does it show up my good points or not?"
"You have nothing but good points, Cindy," he said.
"Oh… I love you for that, you darling man." Cindy was fairly squealing now, much in the manner of a schoolgirl. "Keep talking like that and I'll do anything for you."
Before Pete could say a word, Cindy had crossed the room and parted the drapes that hung over the side windows.
"Hey," he said, finding his voice at last, "why did you do that?" He knew, of course, but wanted to hear her put it into words.
"Poor Rose," she said. "I want her to be able to watch us, if you don't mind, Pete. She's so hard up for sex and a guy, baby."
For a guy, maybe, Pete thought, but not for sex. "I'm not sure I can operate as an… er… exhibitionist, Cindy," he said lamely.
"Oh, gee, baby, give the poor girl a break."
Pete glanced at his watch. "Do you know it's past midnight? Won't she be sleeping now?"
"She's a very light sleeper. When she sees this light shining, she'll wake up, I'm sure. She never misses watching Mark and me."
"And you don't mind her doing that? Mark doesn't either?" he asked.
Cindy giggled. "We did at first, when we first found out about it, but then we found we liked it. Something about knowing a sex-starved person is watching makes you enjoy your performance more. Can you understand that, Pete?"
Pete was very careful about his words. "How do you know she's sex-starved?" He cleared his throat noisily. "Maybe she sneaks away and spends nights with guys in motel rooms."
Cindy shook her head and smiled. "Not Rose. She'd be much too terrified to go to a motel with any man."
"I'll bet," Pete murmured softly.
"Pardon me. I didn't hear you, baby."
"Nothing. I mean, I was just clearing my throat."
"Oh… well… what do you want to do, get undressed and expose your hard cock to our sex-starved neighbor?"
He shrugged. "I guess so. That is, I'll undress if you'll take off your nightgown."
She removed it and stood naked in front of him. His dick became hard immediately, and he grinned self-consciously.
"You are the darnedest girl I ever saw," he said, shaking his head.
"Take off your pants, baby. I want to see your hard-on again."
Pete glanced quickly at the window and thought he saw a movement outside the house. Grinning, but trying not to, he slipped off his trousers and, folding them by the crease, placed them over a chair. He turned about and faced the naked Cindy.
"Want to suck in front of the window, Cindy?" he asked. "That way your neighbor can see the entire bit."
Cindy blushed slightly. "Gee, you make it sound so deliberate, as if we were putting on a peep-show."
Pete laughed. "Well, aren't we?"
Cindy dropped to her knees in front of him, her eyes filled with wanton lust. She wrapped her arms about his thighs and buried her face between his legs, making Pete's cock become super hard. A moment later she had tugged his balls while kissing the end of his prick lovingly.
"Do you like it, baby?" she asked softly.
"Are you kidding?" he replied. "It's enough to drive a guy crazy."
"You taste so good!" she cried. "I could eat your cock up."
He was perspiring now. "I wish you would," he replied unsteadily.
"Don't look at the window," she said, her face turned slightly away from it. "My neighbor is watching us. Doesn't that excite you, baby?"
"Y-Yes," Pete said, wondering why he wasn't mentioning a word about having been in Rose's place. Cindy was certain to find out about it eventually. He would have to tell her soon. "Suck me off good, Cindy," he said. "Let's entertain your neighbor royally."
"Yes," Cindy agreed. "Let's get her in a state where she's fit to be tied."
"I have a better idea," he said tensely. "Let's get her in a state where she's willing to be laid."
"Would you lay her, Pete? Oh… that would be wonderful! It would be most kind of you."
Pete tried to figure out if Cindy was putting him on. She could have been, he felt, but probably she was not. "Hey," he cried. "Is she that good a friend of yours that you're willing to let me fuck her and gratify her?"
"Oh, would you, Pete?" As Cindy asked the question, she kissed his prick wetly again. A bead of sap appeared quickly on the end and she lapped it off quickly, smacking her lips with apparent relish. Cindy stood up.
"I'll go to the window and call Rose into the house. The poor thing, standing out there having to be content with merely watching us."
"Wait," Pete said, but Cindy already had the window raised and was calling to Rose. Pete couldn't hear what Rose said, but a moment later Cindy put the window down, straightened up, turned about and frowned.
"I'll be darned," she said softly. "Rose turned us down flat. I wonder why? How extremely odd."
Pete started to move away from the spot he had been standing, but Cindy dropped to her knees quickly and wrapped her arms about his legs and took his cock between her full, red lips again. This time she didn't just play with him, but began to bob her head back and forth frantically while clutching to his butt fiercely, her nails once again digging deeply into his flesh. Pete couldn't stand much of this and, stretching high on his tiptoes, holding her head to support himself, he shot a long, hot stream of male goop into her mouth. She sucked his dick harder than ever and, when his jism had finally ceased to flow into her, she licked his cock off carefully until it was clean. Then she kissed the prickhead again lovingly, got to her feet and walked hurriedly to the window.
"Did you like what you saw, Rose?" she called out.
Pete could scarcely believe what he was hearing. He had thought Rose had run off, had gone back into her own house, but apparently she had not. He saw Cindy nodding her head as though Rose were calling through the glass to her and she could hear but he could not. He squinted his eyes and tried to see Rose through the window but could not.
Cindy returned to him. "Poor Rose. She gets so embarrassed about watching. She's so afraid you will catch her doing it. She's a very strange girl. Do you know what she does every time she gets all worked up, baby?"
Pete pulled up his briefs and slipped on his pants before answering. "No," he said carefully. "Naturally, I know little or nothing about your neighbor, Rose. What does she do when she gets all worked up?"
Cindy giggled. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you, Pete."
He tucked his shirt in his pants and stared at her expressionlessly. "Maybe I would believe you. Try me and see. What does Rose do when she gets worked up, as you put it."
Again Cindy giggled. "She goes out back of our house and feeds my big Great Dane. I never get to feed him, myself."