Chapter 1

She was there again, standing naked in the big picture window. Watching from the smaller window in the house across the driveway, Jim Harris got a big fat hard on.

He knew for sure now that she was performing for him. She knew he was there, and she was deliberately presenting herself naked to his view. His pulse raced faster at the exciting thought that a beautiful exhibitionist lived right next door to him.

He was alone in the house. His wife Betty would probably be out of town for another few days. Was she alone, that voluptuous nude woman across the drive? She and her husband had moved in just a few days ago. Jim had seen them only briefly on the day they moved in.

Then last night.. .Betty was taking a long bubble bath. She would have to get up extra early to catch her plane. She was visiting her sister again. She had been visiting her sister a lot lately, too damn much to suit Jim. Jim turned on the lamp by the bed and the room was bathed in a soft light.

Just the right kind of light for fucking.

He started to crawl right into bed. But he decided to open the window a little wider. It was early summer and the room felt a little stuffy. When he got to the window he drew in a short quick breath. She was standing there in the big picture window, the woman next door.

She was wearing a see through black negligee. And it was opened all the way down to her navel. Her room was also bathed in a soft, bedside light. But the night was bright with moonlight and Jim could see her big, heavy breasts clearly. And the big rosy tits that were hard and pointed.

She drew in a long slow breath and her big boobs lifted higher. Jim could hear her heavy sigh as her breath expired. With slow, careful deliberation she removed the negligee. Her body was stunning, creamy, soft looking. Her heavy breasts looked even bigger now that she was completely naked.

She was looking in Jim's direction but she seemed to see nothing. She seemed to be looking right past him. Yet, how could she not be aware that he was there?

He ogled the fantastically sexy sight another long moment. Her dark hair tumbled down to the sloping soft shoulders. Her big titties rose and fell slowly with each deep breath. Her hips flared and curved voluptuously. Her belly was flat and white.

And his eyes roved down to the dark triangle of pussy.

At that moment Betty called his name. He jumped, startled, as if she had tapped him on the shoulder. What if she had walked up behind him and seen what he had seen?

But when he turned he saw that she was in bed. They had made love earlier. But he had another hot erection. That woman next door.. .

He removed his pajama bottoms before he got into bed. He turned off the light. When he moved Betty's hand to his hard on he could sense the familiar withdrawal.

"Not again, honey," she said in the slightly whiny tone Jim had come to hate. "I just bathed. And I have to get up early tomorrow. There won't be time to "

"Okay," Jim said dryly. "You could at least go down on it."

"I'm surprised at you, Jim Harris," Betty said. And she giggled in that little girl way he had once loved.

Betty was a dutiful wife. She never had "headaches". But she always gave Jim the nagging feeling that she was simply doing her duty.

Dutifully, she went down on him.

She carefully unbuttoned his pajama top. She took such a long, agonizing time. But thinking of that fantastically sexy looking woman, naked in the window next door, kept Jim's cock bone hard and twitching.

Was she still standing there?

He felt Betty's damp little tongue lick at one of his nipples. On the rare times she gave him head she sucked at his tits a little first, which he liked. She took the nipple into her mouth and drew deeply at it. Her tongue glided across his hairy chest and she sucked briefly at the other tit.

He felt her hair, still a little damp from the bath, glide down his chest. He could feel her hot breath at his hard cock.

"My goodness!" she said softly. "I haven't seen you like this in ages.. . twice in such a short space."

He couldn't tell her, of course, the true reason why he had heated up so fast again after their earlier, leisurely fuck.

"Damn it, Betty," he whispered urgently. "Take it.. . I can't stand any teasing."

"Oh all right," she pouted.

And her lips encased the thick pink head of his prick . . . slid slowly, tongue entwining down. A dutiful blow job. Not an impassioned one.

But he didn't think of Betty. He thought of her, the woman next door, naked in the window, just a few feet away. She would never suck his cock merely as a duty. She would never have to be asked. She would somehow know. And the full sensual lips would glide down, down, down, and he would feel the long soft hair on his chest, gliding down. Her tongue would be sensitive, licking at his balls, at all the sensitive areas on his prick. She would suck deep at his cock, exulting in it.. .

He began to moan loudly. Maybe she could hear him. Maybe she was playing with her pussy.

She would drain his cock of cum. She would swallow down every drop . . . loving every drop of his creamy jism.

He sighed wearily, feeling spent and dry. Betty took her mouth from his cock. She went into the bathroom. He heard her gargle her throat. When she returned to bed she gave his cheek a brief peck.

"That satisfy you, sweets?" she asked girlishly.

"Ummmm," Jim muttered. And turned over onto his side and went to sleep.

He thought about the woman next door all the next day at work at the Auto Tire Shop where he was Sales Manager. He didn't even know her name. Yet he'd had that intimate view of her. What was her husband doing while she stood nude like that?

And where was he tonight?

She hadn't been wearing even the negligee when she appeared at the window this second time. Jim had sat in the dark, waiting. The bedroom across the way was again dimly lighted. But the night was even brighter with moonlight than the previous one had been. A full moon.

She strolled languidly to the window, stark naked. Jim caught his breath. The big picture window gave him an almost complete view of her. She was even more beautiful than he remembered. Her body was perfection. She gazed up, as if looking at the moon.

Then she stared straight in his direction. He could see that her eyes were wide and dark. Her full, sensual lips seemed to tremble.

Jim lit a cigarette so she would know for certain that he was there at his window . . . so that there would be no doubt in his mind that she was fully aware he was watching her.

As if in answer to his signal she arched her back, lifting her breasts high. The moonlight shone on the found, creamy smoothness of the delectable boobs. Jim's hard cock pressed against the constriction of his cotton pajamas: His breath quickened.

She placed her hands beneath the heavy breasts, lifting them up, as if offering them up to the moon for she was looking up at the sky again now. Then she began to pinch gently at her tits, making them swollen and taut. And slowly she swayed from side to side.

Jim stood transfixed for several long moments. He was hardly aware at what point he took his cock from the pajama fly and began stroking it slowly.

She ceased the languorous gyrations of her body, the slow pinching of her tits. And when Jim saw what she did next he caught his breath loudly again.

She thrust her hips forward. And slowly she eased a vibrator into her coozie. Jim could hear the whir of the vibrator above her soft moans. She rolled her hips in little arcs, her moan becoming steadily louder. Then it seemed her hand was nearly flat against her pussy. So she must have that vibrator pushed nearly all the way to the hilt up her cunt.

He felt a tingling in his balls and knew he was nearly ready to cream his hand with his cum. He held back. She began to move her hips back and forth fucking the vibrator, her moans louder and more ragged.

At that moment the phone rang, loud and sharp. There was an extension in the bedroom. Jim swore under his breath. He wouldn't answer it. But it kept ringing and ringing. The woman across the drive was still now. She stared up at the moon again, an ecstatic expression on her face. She still pressed the vibrator deep into her cunt.

Ring, ring, ring. Damn . . . what if it was Betty? What is something had happened? Reluctantly he left the window to answer the phone.

"Yes?" he said, unable to keep the irritation from his voice.

At first there was only silence. Then he heard the voice of a woman, husky, sensual, undoubtedly the tone of a woman in heat.

"What are you waiting for?" the voice almost whispered.

"What?"

"The back door is unlocked. What are you waiting for?"

He heard a click as the other party hung up. He stood stunned, holding the receiver in his hand. Without a doubt it was an invitation from next door. But how could she have possibly made that phone call, that naked beauty in the window next door? Somehow he was sure it was her voice he heard on the phone. A sexy voice to match the fantastic body. But he had been watching her when the phone rang. So how could it possibly have been her who called?

There wasn't time to puzzle over that right now. He'd been given an invitation. The wildest kind of invitation, and in the strangest way. But an invitation he couldn't resist. If he could manage to get over there, that is. He felt weak with excitement.

What are you waiting for? The back door is unlocked.

And right next door.. . a hot naked beautiful woman . . . almost literally panting with passion.. . a vibrator shoved up her coozie . . . Waiting.. . What are you waiting for? Somehow he managed to walk back over to the window. She was still there. But it had been her voice on the phone. He was sure of it. Yet, she had not left her place at the window. He was sure she was looking right into his eyes. He read a hot invitation there. Her lips quivered. The night was so still he could hear the faint whir of the vibrator that was still buzzing in her cunt.

It was all so wild.. . so crazy. But he was overwhelmed. No, he couldn't possibly resist. What are you waiting for? Feverishly he tore off his pajamas, top and bottom. Crazy, crazy, he kept thinking. But he would go to her naked . . . cross the small area of ground that separated them, naked as she was. There was no one around to see. And even if there was, what did he care? How could he possibly be concerned with what people might see at a time like this?

He stepped closer to the window so that she could see his hot cock in the moonlight. His long thick meat bobbed back and forth. His balls were tight, aching. But she did not lower her eyes to his crotch, she still stared straight into his eyes.

He hurried from the bedroom and on out the back door. The warm summer air caressed his naked flesh. At her house he pushed at the back door. Yes, it was unlocked, just at the voice on the phone promised. Feeling he was walking in a dream, he entered.

He walked slowly, cautiously. He walked right to the bedroom as if he had been here many times. Yet it was the first time he had ever been in this house. The door was slightly ajar. He pushed it open wider. She was still by the window. He drew in his breath, ogling her elegant backside . . . the curve of tight, creamy white buttocks.

She didn't move, gave no indication that she was aware that he was in the room with her. A wave of panic swept over him. What if this were some sort of joke someone was playing on him? What if the invitation really hadn't come from her? After all, she couldn't possibly have phoned him. It was all just a silly notion he had that it had to be her voice he heard on the phone. Suppose she started screaming?

Or suppose it was a trap? Some kind of trap? After all, he didn't know her, or her husband.

But despite his misgivings his hard on would not go down. That body was just too fantastic. And the way she stood was so sensual, so inviting. She was surely waiting for him with as much hot desire as he had for her.

With catlike agility and silence he walked up behind her. With a feverish and slightly trembling hand he reached out and caressed one of the white, shapely buttocks. She wasn't startled at all. He heard her shivery sigh of pleasure and relief that he was there.

He squeezed the ass flesh tenderly. Ummm, so soft and smooth. She turned to him. The tip of her tits brushed against his chest. He breathed in the lilac and womanly smell of her body. Her eyes were half closed. A little smile played across her full moist lips.

"Yes," she whispered.

His body felt aflame. He pulled her tight against him. Her big boobs crushed against his chest. He squeezed her buttocks holding her fast against him. His crotch ground against her pussy, pushing the vibrator into her cunt to the hilt. She laughed softly the most femininely sensual laugh he had ever heard, he had ever heard.

She held tight to his shoulders and placed her feet atop his. Grasping her buttocks tighter, his lips tight against hers, sucking at her tongue, he walked her slowly over to the king sized bed. Her voluptuous body was so full, yet she seemed light as a feather, her feet atop his, as he maneuvered her across the room.

She fell back onto the bed and he was right atop her. He went for her titties like a hungry ruttish animal. His sucking mouth on her tits was obviously what she wanted. She moaned softly as he took one of the swollen tits between his lips and sucked deeply at it, He molded the other big breast as he deep sucked tit.. . The biggest set of boobs he'd ever had. I must be dreaming, he thought. He felt the full, feminine body writhe beneath him. If it was a dream he hoped he would never wake up.

He glided his tongue down the deep ridge between high rising knockers . . . down the flat belly, swirling the tip of his tongue in the indented belly button. The whirring sound of the vibrator was louder down there at her snatch. He chewed gently at the dark cunt-hairs that were bathed with pungent, delicious womanly secretions. He lapped up the pussy juices from around the deeply embedded vibrator.

She laughed softly, her back arched, offering up her cunt to his pussy eating mouth. His wife, Betty, always balked at his efforts to eat her out even though, reluctantly, she sometimes went down on him. He hadn't had a good pussy feast for ages. He'd forgotten how much he missed it.

His nostrils flared at the heavy, cunty smell. Slowly he eased the vibrator from the soft embrace of cuntwalls. She gave a little whimper when it slid free of the outer lips.

Jim ran his tongue along the end of the vibrator that had plunged deep into the juicy pussy. He lapped up the delicious pussy juice. He heard her soft laughter. She rolled her hips in little arcs. Jim hungrily licked the entire vibrator clean of the delectable sticky strong smelling cunt secretions . . . moaning softly, smacking his lips. It was so fantastically delicious.. . so succulently pussy tasting.

Jim's balls stretched tighter as his cock throbbed and twitched fully. He had the most sensational hard on he could ever remember. He felt he could shoot his load without even touching his dick.

Her legs were spread wide. Her back was arched, lifting her hot pussy up to him. Her moans were sweet, lusty, passion charged.

"I loved what your tongue did to that vibrator," she said. The sound of her voice startled and excited him. It was the first time he'd heard her speak except for the whispered, "Yes!" when their bodies first had met. The voice was husky and sexy as he knew it would be . . . Just like the voice on the phone.

"It was delicious," Jim said hoarsely. "The taste of it."

"What did it taste like?" she teased. "Pussy," Jim said, his voice thick. "Pussy pussy pussy."

She laughed softly, spreading her legs wider. She pried apart her cunt lips.

"Put your tongue there," she invited.

Jim dove his head down to her snatch. His nostrils flared again at the heavy female odor. He twisted his tongue into the tapering hole. He wrapped it around the twitching clit. She squealed and laughed both at the same time.

He lapped at her pussy mound.

"Ooooh," she moaned. "I love having my cunt lapped."

And he loved the bluntness of her words . . . the whorish tone of it.. . the lusty life embracing sexiness of her voice. He sucked the damp, sticky cunt-mound into his mouth. His hands grasped the silken buttocks as he lifted his pussy feast to his lips.

She moaned and muttered, "Oh yes, yes, eat my hot pussy!"

He growled and chewed cunt-hairs, sucking up the delectable juices that clung there. He ate deep into squishy, gooey cuntwalls that seemed to flow with an endless supply of spicy pussyjuice. His tongue was bathed with it.. . it dribbled down the corners of his lips.

He speared his tongue deep, deeper into the tapering hole. She cried out and he pulled her cunt tighter against his face as her body rocked through a body twitching orgasm that bathed his tongue with fresh hot pussy cum.

He felt her body go limp. But he kept on eating her pussy . . . slower now, holding her snatch up to his lips with the upward pressure of his hands beneath the slick buttocks. She lay inert, whimpering softly. Then he felt her snatch begin to heat up again.

"Please," she said. She laughed seductively. "I need some meat.. . My mouth needs some meat."

Jim opened his mouth wide, clamping his lips around the furry, damp triangle of pussy. He scooted his body around to the sixty nine position. He felt her lips, smooth as hot velvet, sink slowly down, down each hot inch of his pulsating dick. He moaned around her cunt mound, sucking gently.

Her lips sank down on his cock to the balls. She held his meat down her throat for a long hot moment while he sucked cunt. The heady odor of fresh female secretions filled his nostrils. And he went after her cunt again with mouth and tongue with all the ruttish, hot fervency that she gave to his cock.

Two overpowering sensations: taste of juicy spicy pussy and feel of fantastically damp warmth of tongue and lips on his burning, throbbing dick. He pushed his lips tight against the cunt as if trying to get his whole head inside. He stretched his tongue out as far as it would go and tongued it deep into squishy hot and vibrating walls. Oh man, that pulsating cunt would really feel terrific around a deep plunging dick!

But how could his cock feel any better than where it was now, encased between soft feminine lips that hungered for cock meat, that really knew how to suck.

The warm wet tongue swirled around his slick cock meat with slow agility as the caressing lips inched up from the base. And the puckered mouth lunged back to the base again. And Jim breathed deep of pussy odor and his tongue lapped cunt juice from slick membranes of pussy lips. And his tongue nudged her twitching little clit, making her squeal around his big fat dick down her throat.

He was coming . . . yeah he was coming.. . Party's over. But he felt the spongy lips caress his dick tight just beneath the head . . . blocking the rising rush of spunk. His balls tingled. His whole body tingled.. . at that heightened pitch just before the jism shoots. Only it did not shoot.. . That tight embrace with spongy lips prevented it, prolonged that overwhelming, wild pre-cum feeling.

He heard her soft chuckle around his throbbing dick . . . chuckle of understanding at the intense plateau of pleasure she held him at. Jim growled gutturally as he ate deeper into her cunt.

She released the embrace of her lips from around the base of his cockhead. The ejaculation of jism had been blocked . . . the wild pleasure prolonged. Slowly she sank her lips to the dick base again. And began those long, slow, tongue entwining up and down movements again . . . Building him up . . . up again.

The spongy embrace held him back again. Jesus . . . He couldn't stand it! But Jesus . . . don't let it go . . . don't ever let it go!

While he was at that dizzy, frenzied pitch she let just the bare tip of her tongue glide down the underside of his dick . . . just that bare tipend of tongue with a feathery touch. But it drove his sensitive, full to throbbing hot cock wild. And he sucked hard at her cunt-mound, feeling her body tremble and shiver, just as his was.

That feathery touch of her tongue was at his balls now. And one of her warm long fingers was moving up and down the crack between his ass cheeks. She stretched her tongue to lick back' under the scrotum. And he understood the destination of her tongue now and thought, "Wild!"

And he lifted his leg so she could get her head back further. And for just the second time in his life he felt a tongue move along the thick cord between scrotum and anus. And, felt the hot pointed little tongue dig into the hair ringed pucker of ass hole . . . felt it swirl around the rim.

"Jesus!" he breathed into the cunt hairs at his face.

He heard her sensual, satisfied little chuckle again. She pushed her tongue deeper into his anus. His heavy, cum filled cock bobbed back and forth.

With soft guttural growl he licked along the little ridge between pussy and ass. She had one long shapely leg lifted for him. He lapped at the tiny puckered little hole. He pried the hole apart and got his tongue into it. It was almost as slick as the membranes of her pussy. He rimmed around it. He worked his tongue up into it where the spicy taste was.

She was obviously more experienced at rimming that he was. She was sucking at his hole, blowing sensational feeling hot air up it. And he followed her example, puckering his lips to blow into her hole, driving his tongue into the soft slick tightness, then sucking at it.

Soft laughter at the exciting game . . . she at his hairy ringed bung.. . he at her slick, pink little hole, exploring pleasure he had barely known before.

And before he had his fill of it, still exulting in feel of tongue up his ass and taste of pink asshole beneath his tongue, she was dragging her tongue slowly up that thick cord again. And she drove her lips back onto his cock that was hotter than ever now.

He pushed his nose back into the heavy smelling, sticky cunt hairs. His tongue dove deep into the pulsating, rich flowing pussy hole. Jesus, his balls tingled again . . . That clever, hot blockage with the spongy lips . . . Jesus, his dick was about to burst!

He began sucking at her cunt.. . sucking deep, sucking up juices from inner cunt walls . . . growling, his dick throbbing with fantastic trapped fullness . . . growling and rubbing his face in the hot cunt smelly pussy. Jesus . . . jesus . . . it had to shoot.. . balls aching now . . . balls about to break!

She knew. Yeah, she knew. She was popping again, too. The flow, the taste was sensationally strong. It seemed to him his nostrils flared to the heavy odor of a hundred hot pussies, all popping at the same time beneath his face that pressed hard against the searing damp cunt-hairs. And he was digging his tongue deeper to lap up the hotter juices.

And his nuts popped.

And his balls and his spine tingled. It was the most intense and complete cum he'd ever experienced. He heard the gurgle in her throat as he flooded her mouth with his jism. He heard the gulping sound and the soft, satisfied murmur as she swallowed it down.

His body twitched as another weak spurt of his punk shot into her mouth. Then he lay still, his face still pressed against the delicious sticky cunt. He slowly pulled his tongue from the tapering hole. He savored the heavy pussy taste there on his tongue. He would carry that taste around with him for days.

His cock was still in her mouth. He felt it grow slowly soft. Gently she slid her lips from it and kissed it. Tenderly she kissed his balls. He lapped her cunt with the flat of his tongue. He dragged his tongue up her white belly. The sight of those big boobs got him all excited again. He lapped at one of the big knockers with the flat of his tongue that was sticky with cunt juice. He lapped at the smooth, big roundness of the other knocker. He sucked one of the big tits between his lips. His cock began to stir to life again.

"Wait," she said softly. "Just a little while. Relax a moment. We have all night.. . Don't we?"

"We have forever," Jim said.

"Nice."

She propped her head up with two big pillows. He buried his face in the deep canyon between the high rising titties.

"By the way," he said. "What's your name?" She laughed. He loved her laugh, rich and throaty.

"My name's Mira," she said. "Mira Douglas. And you?"

He told her.

"Jim," she said. "I'd like you to meet my husband."

Jim lifted his head from her breasts, startled. Yet at one point in their love making he had sensed that they were not alone in the room. Then he had forgotten about it.

"Hello, Jim," a deep masculine voice spoke from across the room.

Jim looked in the direction of the voice. He could see the shadowy outline of a man, sitting in a straight backed chair in a darkened corner of the room.

"I'm Kevin," the man said.

Jim laughed shortly. He felt no shock at all. Nothing could surprise him on this fantastically unreal evening. He was going to wake up anyway and discover it was all a dream.

"Pleased to meet you, Kevin," he said casually, as if they were introducing one another at a business lunch.

He laughed again. And this time. Mira and her husband joined in the laughter.