It was well past midnight when Pete arrived home and stepped onto the front porch. He noticed that a light had been turned on in the front room, but he had seen none in the bedroom. Wondering if this meant that Mark was still fucking Mary, he entered the house quietly and stole across the front room to listen at the door of the bedroom. There were no sounds, not even the slight, soft sounds of breathing coming from the room. He pushed the door open carefully and spoke Mary's name softly. She did not answer, and he hesitantly turned on the light. The bed was made up and there certainly was no Mary and Mark lying on it. The pillows looked fresh and clean. Pete frowned, flicked off the light and returned to the front room where he poured himself a small drink. It was perhaps ten minutes later that he decided to call Cindy to see if Mark had returned home. She told him over the phone that she had not seen Mark and had been about to call Pete. Pete hung up after telling her that Mark and Mary might have gone somewhere, possibly even to a motel, just to see what it was like – for the kick of it. He didn't believe this for one moment, but he had to tell Cindy something.
"Pete," she said at length, "why don't you come back here? I don't like being alone for long periods of time."
"I'll wait a little while and, if I don't hear from Mark and Mary, I'll come back to your place."
"Good," she said. "Don't wait too long. I'm scared of being alone at night."
He hung up and waited for over an hour, then called Cindy again. "They haven't returned. I'm sure they must have gone to a motel for some reason. As I said before, probably for the kick of it. Do you still want me to come to your place?"
"Yes, Pete. Please come over. I hate being alone at night. I think Mark is mean for doing this and not telling anyone."
"My car is gone, so we at least know they went somewhere in the car."
A note of alarm crept into her tone as she spoke. "Do you think they might have had an accident, Pete?"
"We would have been notified by now, Cindy. I know that Mary carries plenty of identification in her purse when she goes somewhere."
"So does Mark. At least, I think he does. Maybe we'd better call the hospitals, Pete. What do you think?"
"Tell you what," he said to reassure her. "I'll call the hospitals and then call you back. Okay?"
"Okay, Pete."
They both hung up at the same time, and Pete called several hospitals, all there were in the city, but no one named Mark Alexander or Mary Braden had been involved in any accident. He called Cindy back immediately and told her this. He could hear her breathing a sigh of relief.
"I don't care for things like this, Pete," she said. "I'm going to give Mark the devil tomorrow."
Pete laughed, even though he didn't quite feel like a laugh. "I know what you mean. I'll be right over to your place. Won't take long. I'll walk fast."
"All right. Bye." He heard Cindy hang up at the other end of the line. He replaced his own phone on its cradle and frowned.
Ten minutes later he was at her front door and she was in the process of opening it, sliding bolts and making all sorts of similar sounds.
Pete looked at her when the door was open. "Hey," he said. "Are you that afraid of being alone? How many bolts did you slide back?"
Cindy laughed tensely. "Just two. One was stuck, the small one there." She pointed at the door, but Pete barely glanced at it.
He was far more interested in the shortie nightgown she was wearing. There were no panties to it, either, which made it interesting. He reached out his hand and placed it directly over her warm cunt. She moved closer to him, her arms stealing about his neck as she kissed his mouth, darting her tongue in and out quickly.
"Were you really afraid of being alone?" he asked.
She giggled a bit. "Yes. I also wanted you here just in case."
"Just in case of what?"
"In case I got hot pants again." Once more she giggled.
"Aren't you worried about Mark and Mary any longer?"
She looked at him oddly. "The hell with them," she said. "Doing this to us and not telling us and making you call up hospitals and everything. I think that's very mean of them, both of them."
"Does seem a bit…" He did not complete the sentence.
"Well, the hell with them!" Cindy cried. "They've gone off somewhere, so you and I'll have fun. Hey… I have something really wild to tell you. It's about that nutty Rose. Do you know what I caught her doing a while ago? You won't believe it, but I found her…" Cindy's face had reddened – "I don't know how to say it."
Pete felt a chill pass through him as he soberly regarded her. "Just say it right out," he told her.
"Rose must have gotten so hot that she went nuts, Pete. I caught her with my Great Dane on top of her. In her kitchen, for heaven's sake. She untied the dog and took him into her kitchen and got him on top of her. She was on her hands and knees, and, boy, was that dog of mine socking it into her."
Pete again regarded her soberly. "I have a confession to make, Cindy. I knew about Rose and your dog. I saw her and… him. I was even inside her house." He then proceeded to tell her all about the event. When he was through, he looked at her closely to note her reaction. There was nothing he could detect. Cindy was calm.
"I knew you were there, Pete. I saw you from my bedroom window."
He laughed nervously. "This must be true-confession evening."
"I figured you'd tell me about being at Rose's place when you got around to it. However, I didn't know you knew about her and the dog."
"I didn't want to say anything about that," he said quietly. "I thought it was none of my business. That is, to talk about what she did."
Cindy nodded approvingly. "There should be more people with that attitude, baby. I like you for it."
Pete had removed his hand from her furry twat while he had been talking about Rose, but now he placed it back and felt the thrill of touching her wet gash.
"We're quite a group, aren't we, Cindy?" he said, for want of anything better to say. "I mean, all five of us."
"Better make that six. My Great Dane has to be counted in."
"What is the name of your dog, Cindy?"
"As of now, I have a new name for him. Want to hear it, Pete?"
He nodded.
"I'm calling him Man from now on."
"Man? Odd name for a dog."
"Not for this one, Pete."
He stuck his finger into her cunt. "I see your point, baby."
She pressed her body closer to his. "Point? Put your finger in as far as you can point it, Pete. Jerk me off, can you?"
"Jerk you off? I never heard it called that, not for a woman."
"Finger-fuck me then. Do you like that better?"
He darted his finger in and out of her hole rapidly while she moaned and leaned against his body. "You like that, Cindy?" he asked. His rod was growing harder by the moment.
"Love it. Anything that has to do with sex I love. Anything. If you can ever think of something entirely new and different and need someone to try it on, come for me. I'm willing."
"You're quite a gal," he said approvingly. "I like you." He removed his finger from her twat. "Come with me, baby. I've just thought of something new."
She pulled away from him, a look of strangeness in her eyes. "I think I know what you want me to do, baby. You want me to let the dog… do it to me, don't you?"
Pete grinned. "You said if I ever thought of anything to come and get you for it. I've just thought of the dog."
She averted her eyes. "Please, Pete, not that. I'm not… ready for that. Not yet. Maybe if you get me a bit high or something."
He laughed. "I was simply calling your bluff, Cindy. I wasn't going to ask you to have sex with the Great Dane. Don't you understand? I was pulling your leg."
"Put me on a bed," she sighed, "and pull my leg. Pull my everything."
"You're not even concerned about Mark and Mary now, are you, baby?"
She looked serious momentarily. "The way you were finger-fucking me a moment ago I thought you weren't worried, so that tended to relax me. Do you think we should go looking for them, Pete?"
He shook his head. "We'd never find them, baby."
She laughed lightly. "Have you noticed how you're using my word so much of the time?"
"You mean the word 'baby'?"
"Yes. Did you pick it up from me?"
"Probably. But why are you asking me this? Is there something important about it that escapes me?"
"No, nothing. I just feel complimented that you would… well, pick up my favorite word of endearment, or whatever it is, and use it." Pete noted she had pulled still farther away from him as she talked. Now she was at least seven feet away. He was puzzled and decided to ask her when another thought hit him. "Cindy," he said without changing expression, "is Rose watching us through the side window? Right now, I mean?"
She came somewhat closer to him, picked up a blanket and held it over her body, twisting about, stamping her feet, and turning this way and that as if she were a Spanish dancer.
"Let's get out of this room, Pete," she said softly, smiling all the time. "Make believe you're a dancer or something and follow me to the bedroom."
"Are you nuts?" he asked, perplexed.
"Rose has someone else out there with her, I think. I don't want to put on a stag show for the whole neighborhood."
Pete did the thing that came to his mind. He stepped to the light switch and gave it a flick, plunging the room into darkness. "There," he said, "that's better than making believe I'm a dancer."
"I didn't want to offend Rose, Pete," she said softly from across the room. "She'll never forgive me for turning off the lights."
"Tough." Pete spoke the word very softly.
"What did you say, baby?"
"Nothing," he replied. "Now I can't see a thing. Where are you?"
"Walk straight toward me, baby. I can see you."
He chuckled. "That's great, but I can't see you."
"Turn the lights on for just a second, then turn them off again."
Again he chuckled. "Hell, I don't know where the switch is now. I can't even touch the wall. I've moved away from it. This is a hell of a dark night."
"Poor Rose and her friend. They aren't getting to see much of us, are they?"
"Who cares? I'm beginning to think your neighbor is crazy. Is she?"
"No, just hot and awfully strange."
"She certainly does nutty things, you'll have to admit."
"So does everybody when you stop to think of it. What we're doing is pretty nutty, Pete. Whispering across a dark room, both of us nude. Why don't you find your lighter and flick it on so you can see the light switch?"
Her voice had sounded much closer to him, so he reached out, grabbed and by chance touched her tits.
"There you are, Cindy! I thought you sounded closer. Hey, is it ever nice to touch your body again."
He pulled her up to him and kissed her titties wetly. Knowing the room was in darkness seemed to do things to him. Dropping to his knees, he kissed her tummy, ran his tongue about in her navel and then went quickly lower, darting his tongue into her hot box. She squealed and pulled his hair so hard it hurt. At the same time she bent her knees slightly and widened her stance so that he could by twisting his head sideways a bit, get his mouth directly over her cunt, which he promptly did and began to suck savagely. She stiffened her entire body, squealing with delight and jerking her crotch about so much he had difficulty keeping his mouth over her cunt, as well as darting his tongue deeply into the wetness of it. He pulled his mouth away from her gash.
"Hold still, baby," he told her. "Let me do the moving."
"Yes, Pete!" she cried. "Yes, yes, yes!" She spread her legs even wider and the next thing he knew she was sitting on his face, her wet crease over his lips and grinding down on his mouth.
Pete let her move her body in a circular fashion even though he had just told her to remain motionless, because the thrill of having her cunt hole nipping his tongue was wonderful, new and different.
"How do you like it, Pete baby?" she asked, her voice tight and hoarse.
He patted her butt with his hand and instantly she began moving her cunt about and across his lips in the most maddening way imaginable.
Pete went off, his cum flying all over the carpet.
It ran down his legs and even dripped from his hands and arms.
His sap seemed to be all over the place.
"Suck me off, Pete, baby!" she cried as if she didn't know what happened.
He pushed her away by the use of his superior strength. "Wait a minute," he said hastily. "Didn't you feel what just happened to me?"
She ran her hands over his prick and let out a squeal. "You blew off, baby! Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know. Why, your legs are covered with the stuff! Here, let me clean it up with my tongue. I love the taste of you, Pete, love it so much."
She began to run her tongue over his cock, his nuts, his thighs, every place she could find the sticky stuff. Soon she had cleansed his body thoroughly.
"Now, baby," she said. "Suck me a little, please?"
Her voice was pleading, so he bent his head. Her cunt was very wet now, much more than it had been. As he darted his tongue into the slit, she clamped down on it with her cunt muscles. Once again he felt his prick growing hard and once again things threatened to happen to him, but nothing did.
At least not for a while. Her body was very warm and he placed one hand lovingly on her butt, another passionately on her abdomen, and pressed them together, holding her body firmly in position so that he might better lap her cunt. Her body stiffened and broke out in sudden and excessive perspiration; her frame shivered and shook at first, and then with a long sigh she shuddered and he felt the rush of warm, thick female cum pouring over his lips and down his throat. He drank it eagerly and at the same time felt her lips once again enveloping his cock as she sucked it in that frantic manner, making him come freely into her mouth. She swallowed his jizz and cleansed his dick once again with her lips and tongue, then fell over on her back, exhausted.
After considerable time she whispered to him. "Pete baby, will you see if you can find the light switch? I'm sure Rose and her friend are gone. We need light in the room."
He stumbled about the room as though half-drunk, which he was not, and accidentally touched a light switch. Flicking on the light, he blinked as he saw Cindy squatting like an Indian on the carpet, her long blonde hair wet with sweat but looking very sexy, nevertheless. This woman would look sexy riding an elephant, in his opinion.
"Hey!" he cried. "We certainly have a ball, don't we, baby? How would you like to get drunk with me?"
Cindy's large blue eyes gleamed. "Do you go weird when you drink a lot, Pete? Unless you do, I won't get drunk with you."
He grinned. "That's a switch. Usually a woman says the opposite. I don't know if I get weird or not. Mary never told me."
Cindy got to her feet, her nicely shaped boobs jouncing about entrancingly. "We don't need to get drunk, Pete. We have fun without it. But what'll we do now?"
He scratched his head thoughtfully. "I don't know. Got any ideas?"
She bit her lips, frowned prettily, looked at him searchingly. "There's one thing we haven't done… I mean, you haven't done, Pete, baby. Want me to tell you what it is?"
"I'm game," he told her, grinning. "Tell me what I haven't done."
"I'm fairly sure," Cindy said slowly, her eyes filling with lust, "that the other person watching us through the window with Rose was a young, simple-minded boy. He's about fifteen, I think. Rose knows him and I suspect she plays around with him whenever she can. I'd like to see you, Pete, go down on the boy."
Pete stared at her hard. "Are you kidding?"
She returned his stare. "No. I'm not kidding, baby. I've gone down on Rose. Now it's your turn to… put on a show. How about it. Are you game?"
Later, Pete was not quite certain how it had all been arranged, but he and Cindy were inside Rose's house, along with a young boy who looked as if he were not quite with anything, which is to say, he was simple-looking. Both Cindy and Rose were dressed and both were conversing in low tones with the boy who sat on a low hassock, his hands clasped together over his knees. Pete thought the posture a somewhat homosexual type of thing; it looked to be at least, but he was not jumping to conclusions about such matters. Only stupid people did this sort of thing, in Pete's opinion.
One thing was certain in his mind – he definitely did not want to do what Cindy had suggested. The problem was how he could get out of it without appearing to be a spoil sport. Going down on a male was the last thing Pete Braden was interested in, unless, of course, the cock was his own and there was a female interested in performing the act.
Cindy moved over to where Pete was sitting. "The boy says he'll let you suck him off, baby, if Rose and I stay in the bedroom and watch you. He won't do it otherwise. It seems the boy likes women all the way, but he's willing…"
"Hold it," Pete said quickly, interrupting. "Forget the deal, Cindy. I don't want to be a wet blanket, but I don't want to… do this thing. It goes against my grain."
Cindy looked at him strangely. "Really, Pete?"
"Yes," he said hurriedly. "I've been trying to tell you this ever since you first brought it up, but the words seemed to get stuck in my throat."
She moved away from him, her eyes cold. "All right. I don't want to try to talk you into doing something you don't want to do, baby. Tell you what. You just sit there, and maybe Rose or I will suck the kid's cock. Would you like to watch something like that?"
Pete didn't like the cold look in her eyes or the cold manner in which she spoke. "No," he said flatly. "I mean no thanks. If you gals want to fool around with the kid, help yourself. Me, I'm going home."
Cindy came back to him immediately and placed her hand on his arm. Her eyes were not quite so cold as they had been. "Did I offend you, baby? If I did, I'm terribly sorry. Cindy didn't mean to." She pouted a bit and looked very pretty doing it.
Pete laughed. "Never mind. Forget it. I've just changed my mind again. Go ahead and suck the kid off. I'll stick around and watch. Who knows? Maybe I have a hidden homo urge in me somewhere."
Cindy kissed his cheek. "There's no homo urges in you, baby. You're all man, but I do wish you'd watch me go down on the kid. Don't worry about him. He's simple and won't tell anybody anything. Not unless Rose tells him he can, which she won't, of course. You might even be interested in fucking Rose while I suck him off. How does that strike you, baby?"
She had no more than said the words when the boy got to his feet and, apparently because Rose had told him to do so, walked to where Cindy was sitting. The boy unzipped his pants and took out a long, slim prick. He held it between thumb and forefinger and pointed it at Cindy's mouth.
Without a word, Cindy bent her head and began sucking the boy's cock, while Pete watched in lustful fascination.
Then Rose walked over and silently got down on her hands and knees, facing Cindy and the boy, her eyes never leaving them.
With a deep groan of passion, Pete fell on top of her, sinking his prick into her hot cunt in one fierce stab, his eyes also glued on the other couple as he fucked Rose and himself to a frenzy.