"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.