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     Now she was making him suffer, and wasn't letting up at all.
They hadn't made it once since then, and  she'd  been  stiff  and
unresponsive to him.
     If it hadn't been for the little cunt he'd had while he  was
installing locks on the glass doors last week, he'd have had no pussy at
all since before the party.
     That was a good fuck. The lady had tormented him with her body,
letting him see her both in a bathing suit, and nude, and then he'd
fucked and sucked her.
     If he didn't start getting some pussy pretty soon, he was going
to go back and fuck her again.
     He'd have to look up her name and address again in the receipts,
maybe give her a call and tell her that he needed to inspect her locks
again, and see what she'd say.
     His mind had drifted while he continued counting to one hundred,
curling the small weights, feeling the sweat starting to trickle into
his eyes, past his head-band.
     Thinking about Christy, he wondered if she really had watched
him work out.
     His wife never came into the room while he was working out. She
said she didn't like the smell here. Prissy bitch.
     He always closed the door when he worked out. Glancing at it
now, he wondered if he ought to take off his shorts and work out nude,
like Christy had asked him to.
     He moved to the window, looking at the house next door.  The
lights were on in the living room, but the upstairs windows were dark
and he couldn't see inside the upper rooms. Standing close to the
window, peering down at his neighbors patio, he caught a shadow. Al was
bringing a drink from the bar, and Christy's bare leg was in view,
sitting at the table on a stool. Norm couldn't see any more of her, but
he could hear through his open window.
     Al's speech was slurred, and while Norm idly continued pumping
the small weight in his right hand, Christy's voice carried to his
window.
     "Go on and get some sleep, I'll be up later."
     Al had moved out of his vision and the upstairs bedroom light at
the corner of the house had illuminated moments later. Norm put the
weight down, moved to the hallway, opening their bedroom door quietly,
glancing in, seeing his wife's nude body lying on top of the sheet,
trying to sleep in the heat. Sexy bitch, all tousled from the heat.
     Norm lightly ran down the steps, out the back door, standing on
the cement, lit a cigarette.
     "Hi, neighbor." Christy's low voice from over the fence.
     "Hi, Christy, where's Al?"
     "Drunk, going to bed. What are you doing out here this time of
night? Where's your wife?"
     "Sleeping. I'm just going to work out another half hour or so,
and then I'm off to bed." Trailing the bait, seeing if she was still
interested.
     "Maybe I'll watch tonight!" She was interested. "Are you going
to make it worthwhile watching and take off your shorts?"
     "I will if you will."
     "Deal! See you in the upstairs." She'd grabbed her glass from
the table and went back inside her house, and Norm flipped the butt away
and re-entered his back door.
     He'd slipped off his shorts, leaving his head-band in place,
closed the door to his room and picked up the hand squeezers, springs
clutching in his grasp, corded muscles standing out on his forearms as
he rhythmically squeezed, standing naked square in front of the window,
watching the darkened window next door, only feet from him.
     Was she there watching? He couldn't see anything of her.
     There was only a bit of light from the hallway into her room,
and she was not visible to Norm's scan.
     Where was she?
     He worked out slowly, watching, trying to make out her  form
behind the glass of her window, to no avail. Waiting to see if she was
watching him.
     The time went slowly, waiting for some sign behind the  dark
window that she was there.
     Norm, moved away from his window, trying to draw her forward
into the dim light spilling from his window.
     Finally, pissed that he couldn't see her, he moved to his side.
Opening the door, he snuck down the hallway to their dark guest room,
going to the window, looking out at an angle to see if he could see her
from this dark room.
     No luck in the facing room, but his eyes were  caught  by  a
movement in his neighbor's bedroom.
     Christy was giving her husband a blow job, lights on, blazing,
drapes drawn wide open, the room bathed in light as she crouched over
her husband Al, sucking at the roll between his thighs.
     Norm knew she was putting a show on for him, and his cock rose
level with the window sill, watching her attempting to harden her
husband's meaty cock.
     Too much to drink again, his flaccid dick lolled around in her
hand, the end drooping over her closed fist, dangling.
     Norm moved closer to the window, watching her glance over the
soft meat in her hand at his room, knowing that she was attempting to
see him watching her, but aware now how difficult it was to see him
standing behind a dark window. Christy moved to the near side of the
bed, presenting her rounded ass to Norm, crouched over her husband's
supine body, wriggling the rounded globes of her soft ass at the window.
     Norm could see the dark blonde hair between her thighs,  the
puffy lips of her pussy softly nestled there, and the pink inner lips
parting slightly to show a coral hued band of swelling flesh.
     Her long hair brushing over her husband's belly as she attempted
to suck him to an erect state.
     Finally, giving up her task, Christy, stood away from the bed,
and her passed out husband, standing full in the light and nodding at
his form against the blackness of the dark window.
     Not really knowing if he'd been watching her or not.
     Christy left the bedroom, turning  out  the  lights  as  she
departed.
     Norm hurried, hard cock swinging from side to side, back into
his workout room, closing the door behind him, to see the lights in the
opposite room illuminate the inside.
     Christy standing to the window, looking straight at him. Norm
moved closer, his dick, hard and pounding, pressed the wet tip against
the window, smearing a drop of slippery honey against the cool glass,
staring at Christy's naked body in lust.
     Her fingers dipped into her thighs, moving over  the  curls,
dipping into the sweet wetness of her pussy, then gathering a bit of her
female juices, drew a straight line of wetness on the glass from inside
her room.
     Norm's cock pounded, the tip wetter now,  a  line  of  veins
standing out from the corded shaft as he grasped his cock, pumping
slowly, watching Christy playing with herself, for him.
     His hardened cock, rapidly stroked, drooled more of the slippery
juice to the window, while Christy's fingers toyed with her visible
clitoris, her other hand moving over her breast, peaking the nipple,
fondling the quivering flesh.
     Norm felt his balls tighten, drawing up to the base of his cock,
knowing he was about to spurt his sperm as he watched Christy put on a
masturbation show for him.
     The fiery liquid spurted out the slitted tip, globs catching and
clinging to the middle of the window, running down in streams as his
torrent of sperm caught and held to the cold glass while his eyes were
fastened to the junction between Christy's thighs.
     Her fingers, slippery and wet, glinted in the light as she moved
them rapidly over her clit, then sagging as her orgasm shuddered her
body, moving her breasts in quivers.
     Norm's prick erupted again, more of his hot sperm clinging to
the window, until the force of his ejaculation gone, his cock drooled
the last thin stream straight down, to the floor.
     Grabbing his shorts, Norm wiped the sticky sperm from his cock,
tossing his shorts into the corner for washing later. Raising his eyes
back to the window, he saw the lights go out.
     His voyeur's stint over.
     Norm, still breathing heavily, crawled on top of the sheets in
his bed, staying away from his wife's body, turning over to lie on his
side, still thinking about Christy, her body, and the show she'd made
for both of them.
     Eyes closed, thinking about tomorrow night, and about how to get
Christy alone so he could fuck her.
     His cock slowly began filling again, lying hard against  his
belly as he drifted off into sleep.

- HELEN -
     My pussy still tingled. I ran my fingers over the  hair  and
gently touched inside the lips. They felt swollen and a bit tender. I
pushed my finger inside. The inside felt open, still trying to adjust to
it original size.
                                  * * *
     It had started a week ago. Norman and I had gone to  Al  and
Christy's home for Christy's birthday. I had a couple of drinks and
started talking to Al, feeling kind of relaxed for the first time in
many weeks.
     Al is a nice guy and does not deserve the bitch he has for a
wife. Always flirting with other men. The music was down low and Al was
talking about his work as a car salesman, telling me all the little bits
of gossip that are normal at any place of work. I noticed that Norman
and Christy had been gone for a while. I started to get a bit suspicious
and excused myself, telling Al that I was going to the ladies' room.
     Instead, I walked to the kitchen and  found  Norman  kissing
Christy. I started to get angry, but did not wish to make a scene. I
asked Norman to stop it and walked back to the living room, seething
inside.
     Christy is not one of my favorite  persons.  She  is  always
flirting with other men. I had seen her several times parading around
the house in her panties and bra when the gardener was around.
     Somehow, she had always behaved with Norman.
     Al looked at me when I walked back to the living room.
     "Is Christy flirting with Norman?" he asked. "I was wondering
when she would get around to him."
     "It's just the drinks," I said, hoping to avoid a fight.
     "Don't try to fool me. I know what kind of person she is. She
enjoys walking around half naked and showing all to any man. She's an
exhibitionist. Do you know that she will only make love to me when she
is being watched?"
     "Are you kidding?"
     "No, I'm not. And by the way, they aren't back. Want to go and
look for them?"
     We walked back to the kitchen but found it empty. Al took my
hand and signaled me to be silent. Slowly we walked up the stairs. The
door to the bathroom was ajar. I pushed it and saw Christy and Norman
inside, Christy holding Norman's cock while he pissed.
     "I think you two should go," said Al.
                                  * * *
     Norman and I had spent the week barely speaking. He hadn't even
tried to fuck me during this time. I was glad of this.
     Our love life during the time we had been married had been a
one-sided affair. Norman was a lousy lover, a bum fuck.
     Our lovemaking usually consisted of him jumping on me without
any preliminaries, sticking his cock in me and cumming in a minute or
two, leaving me unsatisfied.
     It had become a ritual for me to  go  to  the  bathroom  and
masturbate to an orgasm after these sessions.
     Today, I was still in bed when the phone rang. It was Al.
     "Listen, we have to have a talk. Why don't you come up to the
showroom at lunchtime and we'll go have lunch somewhere?"
     I quickly made up my mind and agreed to meet him at a  small
place near his place of work.
     Al is a handsome man, in an ordinary kind of way.  5-foot-9,
about 180 pounds, dark-haired with a few silver hairs at the sides. He
drinks a bit more than he should, but seems to be able to handle it.
     Al ordered a couple of drinks.
     "I've been watching you the last week and you're letting this
become too important. What difference does it make if Christy makes a
pass at your husband? It happens everywhere. I'm used to it. Why do you
think I have a few drinks too many once in a while?"
     "You don't understand. This is a problem that has been growing
for a long while -- as a matter of fact, ever since our wedding night."
     "Look," said Al, "you know I'm your friend. If you want to talk
about it, you know you can trust me to keep my mouth shut."
     The drinks arrived then, giving me a bit of time to make up my
mind.
                                  * * *
     "I was a virgin when we got married. Norman and I had been going
together for about two years, but I'm a bit old-fashioned and wanted to
wait. Norman kept trying to get me to go all the way, but I was able to
fend him off, even though we came very close. We would neck in the back
seat of his car at the drive-in. I used to get back to the house with my
panties dripping from these necking sessions.
     "Finally he asked me to marry him. He figured it was the only
way he could fuck me. We'd planned to go to the Bahamas  for  our
honeymoon and had just left the reception to change before going to the
airport. The reception agreement included a room for us, but we did not
have too much time left. No sooner had we closed the door than Norman
grabbed me, threw me on the bed.
     "'You can't say no anymore; we're married.'"
     "I tried to slow him down a bit, but he was too strong for me.
He pushed my dress up over my head, ripped my panties off and, without
even trying to see if I was ready, pushed his cock into me in one lunge.
It hurt so much that I passed out. When I recovered, I felt his cum
dripping out of me. He had fucked me even though I was unconscious."
     "What an asshole! But you can't blame him too much. He was half
crazy with need. There's just so much a guy can take."
     "Yes, I can see that. But it got no better during the honeymoon.
He would jump on me, get his rocks off and go to sleep. Do you know that
I haven't had an orgasm with him in six years? I have to do myself once
in a while."
     "He deserves anything you do. Have you ever thought of finding
yourself a man that will be a better lover?"
     I looked at him.
     "That sounds like a proposition, Al. Maybe if you get a couple
more of these drinks in me I might just take you up on it."
     "That might not be a bad idea. You get even with Norman and I
get even with Christy. You are a beautiful woman, Helen. It's a shame
you're not satisfied."
     "Let's have another drink. This one is all gone."
     "Take it easy on those; they're big."
     I was feeling the drinks by then.
     "Just get me another one and tell me if you are big."
     "I'm not too big. Just average. But there's a guy back at the
showroom who's hung like a horse. His name is Bob. He is our accountant.
Looks like an ordinary kind of guy but is not ordinary there." Al
smiled.
     "Maybe I should take both of you on."
     "If you do, I have to be first. After Bob is through, I wouldn't
be able to feel you. Probably take a week for you to return to normal."
     "Okay. Why don't we skip lunch and invite Bob to join us?"
     Al's looked surprised.
     "Are you serious? I thought you were kidding."
     "When I make up my mind, I go through with it. Either you come
with me or I'm finding someone else."
     "No, I'll do it. Wait here for a minute while I call Bob."
                                  * * *
     Bob did look like an ordinary kind of guy. About  35,  thin,
starting to get prematurely bald. But the looks were deceiving. Bob kept
himself in good shape, playing handball at a nearby gym twice a week. He
arrived about ten minutes after Al had called him.
     "Is this the lady in need?" he asked, looking me in the eye.
     "Are you the guy who is going to solve my problem?" I countered.
"You don't look at all like the answer to a maiden's prayer."
     "If you can take it, I can deliver."
     "Hey, remember I'm first," said Al, "I heard what you did to
Maggie. Nobody's been able to satisfy her since."
     "Are you guys going to stand around talking about it or are we
going to do it?"
     "My house is nearby and there's nobody there. Why don't we go
there? Beats a motel," said Bob.
                                  * * *
     I was nervous. The trip to Bob's had taken but five minutes, but
that was enough to let me think about what I was about to do.
     "Look, you guys, let me think about this."
     Both Al and Bob looked disappointed.
     "You're not going to back out, are you?"
     I took a deep breath. "No, I'm not, just point me to the bedroom
and give me a couple of minutes."
     The bedroom was huge. The largest bed I have ever seen was in
the middle. A bathroom opened to one side, while the stereo and a small
bar took up the other.
     "Do you like it?" said Al behind me.
     "I do, but I thought you were going to let me get comfortable
first."
     "I prefer to do that myself."
     Al's hands reached for me. One closed around one breast, while
the other went around my waist. Gently, Al started to knead one breast,
while the other hand found the zipper at the back of my dress and drew
it down. I felt Al's mouth on mine, his tongue insinuating itself into
my mouth, touching mine. My dress dropped around my ankles. My bra
followed it.
     Al's mouth moved down my neck to my shoulders and then to one
nipple, sucking on it. I felt myself carried to the bed and deposited on
it. His hands pushed down my panties, removing them. I closed my eyes,
just feeling his mouth trace a fiery path over my body. First one
nipple, then the other, up to my shoulders, my neck.
     His fingers weren't idle. They went lower, touching my belly,
lower, to the place between my legs, touching, feeling. I felt his
fingers rubbing at the small bud at the top of my vagina, then move
lower, inside, spreading the wetness. My breath was coming faster.
     "Fuck me -- don't make me wait. I have to come."
     "There's no rush, it is better to wait."
     I felt his lips go lower, kissing my belly. Then his  tongue
stabbing into me, licking, flickering at my clit. His lips nipping at
it. I could feel a small stream of slippery moisture run down my pussy
and down into the crack below.
     My hips were undulating, trying to capture that plateau that had
evaded me for so long.
     "FUCK ME, YOU SONOFABITCH!"
     I felt him lift his head from my pussy,  moving  higher.  He
settled between my legs. I could feel his cock rubbing against me, the
thick undervein moving along my pussy. My hips were bucking wildly,
trying to capture his cock.
     "Slow down -- it isn't going to go away."
     I felt his hand hold his cock, moving the head up and  down,
moistening it, then he notched the head at the hole and pushed slowly,
the head getting in, then an inch more, then two. I could not wait any
longer and arched my back, catching it when he was coming down. I felt
the whole length ram into me, the hairs at the base mingling with mine,
the balls slapping against my ass.
     His hands gripped my buttocks, holding me for a moment, then
lowering me back to the bed. I could feel the ridges along his cock, the
head pressing against my womb. He started to move out, slowly until only
the head remained inside, then reversing and not stopping until his
balls slapped against my ass again. I could feel my orgasm lingering
just out of reach. He was now pistoning in and out, faster and faster.
My hips were gyrating wildly, trying for the climax that I had never had
from a man's cock.
     Al wasn't to blame that I didn't come with him. He tried as much
as he could to get me over that last hump. Suddenly he stiffened and I
felt his sperm jetting against my womb, mixing with my juices and
spilling out of me.
     He collapsed on top of me while I beat my fists in frustration
against his back.
     After a while, he moved away. His now soft cock  hung  limp,
trailing a thin thread of semen from the head to my pussy. A small
stream of cum ran down the crack to my ass and pooled on the bed.
     "I'm sorry," he said. "I wish I could have brought you out."
     "But it's your luck that I'm here."
     Bob's voice behind Al made me look up. My eyes were drawn to his
legs. I could not believe my eyes! No man has a right to be that large.
My hands went to my pussy in a defensive gesture. He would rip me apart,
gut me like a pig! "No! Get away from me! You can't... I can't take
that..."
     It was like a baseball bat, fully a foot in length and at least
two and a half or three inches thick. It reached from the thick mat of
hair to the tip of his breastbone. His hands were wrapped around it and
could barely circle it. From the base hung a pair of balls like small
coconuts. The head on it was the size of an apple and from the slit on
the end shone a drop of lubrication.
     Bob smiled and said: "The little lady is afraid. Little does she
know that hole she has will accommodate anything. Besides I buy this by
the gross."
     In his hand was a tube of jellied lubricant.
     "Be careful, Bob -- you don't want to hurt her."
     "We'll just do it the easy way. Let her come to me."
     Bob laid on the bed and opened the tube of lubricant. Taking a
great gob of it, he placed it on the great head and spread it down the
length. he kept doing that until the tube was empty.
     My juices had started running again. If I got on top, I could
stop anytime I started to hurt. Besides, he was covered with lubricant.
I timidly touched it. It jumped at my touch. My hand could not circle
it. Slowly I moved my hand up and down it. The skin moved easily and a
new drop of juice appeared at the slit.
     I leaned closer and touched the tip of my tongue to the drop.
The salty-bitter taste filled my mouth.
     I made up my mind. Lifting one leg, I straddled him, the big
cock trapped between my belly and his. I lifted myself but found it
impossible to get into the right position. It was just too big.
     Al came to my rescue. Lifting me up by the waist, he lowered me
until I could place the big head on the cum-soaked hairs around my
vagina. Bob moved his hands to my pussy and with thumb and forefinger
spread the lips until the edges lay on each side of the head.
     "Let her down, slowly."
     My pussy opening was being stretched inhumanely. My body lowered
an inch and the great head insinuated deeper into my pussy, the blood-
filled tip stretching the flesh almost to the tearing point. I moaned,
now aware through the pain that my own body was betraying me, that my
own weight would be the momentum working me down the spear that was
slowly piercing me.
     "Nooo, I can't... it's impossible."
     Al lowered me another inch.
     "Uuuuuuuggg!"
     The rubber bands of my vaginal opening began  unknotting  in
adjustment to the monument forcing entry, snapping loose little by
little. It got a bit less painful.
     Suddenly Al laughed and said: "You can take it." And released
the hands that were holding me up.
     Fire sirens went off in my brain, shrieking and alarm. I did not
rush down the firepole. It came to me, tearing up my insides. The
runaway cock smashed through all my resisting flesh, shoving the pink
soft walls aside before its monstrous head. It rushed into me, filling
every crack and pore in the tunnel to my womb, pushing my organs aside.
His wiry pubic hairs cushioned the jolt as my buttocks hit bottom, Bob's
pelvis. His huge member was completely inside my torn pussy, extending,
I thought, through the top of my skull. The expression in my face must
have changed as I stared down to where the cock had disappeared inside
me, expecting a pool of blood.
     I looked at Bob. His arms were behind his head as he looked at
me in amusement. I started getting used to the huge foreign presence
that my body had accepted with such astonishing flexibility.
     "Oh... oh... oh... ohhh..."
     Bob's balls twitched when  he  inflated  his  prick  and  my
responding groan was pained, my teeth clenching and my pussy hurrying to
accommodate the increased size of the large intruder. I repeated the
moan when he shifted the other way, but each sideways move expanded the
walls of my vagina until they fit the giant prick like a glove.
     There was no way he could be any deeper in me.
     "Fuck now," said Bob.
     Like a gymnast, I worked my legs back, my feet against my butt
and tested lifting my torso up the big cock. We were sealed together so
tightly that our meshed flesh was almost as one. I lifted my pussy until
the lips found the ridge of the head, what seemed like ten miles above
the base, and slowly lowered my body again. Bob shut his eyes, as if
being lulled to sleep by the dreamy sensation of a snug-fitting warm
doughnut of softness as it ringed up and down the length of the colossal
cock. Al's hands went to my breasts, cupping them and softly kneading
the nipples. His mouth started kissing my neck and bringing shivers to
my skin.
     I was still pumping up and down, the pain now gone. Up and down,
up and down the unmoving cock, a half smile on my face, a signal of the
full enjoyment of something deliciously wicked. Faster I moved, Bob's
loins now rushing to catch my pussy as it slipped away on each upstroke.
His loins now kicked into high gear and the pistoning cock pushed inside
me with teeth-rattling impact.
     I was riding out the storm, my pussy lashed to Bob's massive
mast. My clit was getting rubbed as I rode it down the cock like the
prow of a racing bobsled. The first blast of hot cum splashed into my
pussy like molten lead, the monstrous shaft swelling like puffed cheeks
as it gushed.
     I was huffing and puffing as if I had swallowed liquid fire. My
screams must have filled the room as Bob's cock continued to fire, its
hot cum filling my womb and backing down the vaginal passage, mixing at
the base with the outpouring of my pussy.
     Finally I was there. My orgasm soared higher and higher. It was
frightening how my body could run away, existing by itself. I climbed
and climbed, my climax like a balloon that suddenly exploded. I felt
that I had been straddling a high tension wire and someone had finally
turned off the juice. I sagged on Bob, aware of my pussy seeping like a
partially plugged drain around the thick stopper.
     I lifted my flowing pussy off the still-rigid cock and watched
Bob's face clear as I threw a leg across his body and collapsed on the
side.
     I rested, my leaking vagina hurting inside while  its  walls
readjusted, trying without success to locate in positions of the pre-Bob
past.
                                  * * *
     Norman is back in bed and I'm starting to fall asleep. But a
smile is on my lips. My thoughts are in the little slip of paper in the
bottom of my purse. The one with Bob's address and phone number.


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