Chapter 5

When it was announced at the office that Bill Johnson was being transferred out of state, Ann went to the women's restroom and cried. No, she wasn't in love with the guy. But God knows she could have fallen for him. He'd been the first male in years who'd been understanding enough to bring her pleasure. He'd shown her affection and made her feel like a woman again. He'd wanted her! When at last she'd dried her eyes and fixed her face and gone out into the office again she saw Bill at the coffee urn.

She started past him but he took her arm and pulled her close enough to whisper.

"You've been crying."

His look told her he knew why.

"I'm okay."

"Listen, darling, I damn near told the boss what he could do with his promotion. But hell, I'm not getting any younger. If I don't get ahead in this company in the next year I might as well..."

"You don't have to explain," she said, gently squeezing his hand. "I wouldn't allow you to stay on my account."

"I like you very much, Ann. You're different than most women your age. You have a certain youthful vitality about you."

Ann shook her head.

"I'm just a divorcee with plenty of hangups. And you know it." She squeezed his hand harder. "After the other night with you I thought there might be hope for me. But that's life after all. We can't have everything perfect, can we."

Bill hugged her shoulders.

"I'll be coming back. We'll get together."

"Yeah, sure."

She gave him a brave smile and hurried past so he wouldn't see the tears in her eyes. She finished the day without speaking to him again. She knew that to prolong the painful parting would only make her feel more rotten.

The following week Ann found excuses to miss work. She had plenty of sick leave saved up and she found she wanted a drink around one o'clock. A little wine wasn't going to hurt her was it? She burned up another set of batteries in her vibrator. She used the damn thing so much that it was starting to get expensive. And to make matters worse, Hayley was starting to act strangely.

A young girl was supposed to enjoy the summertime. She was supposed to go swimming and hiking and bicycling. But Hayley seemed content to hang around the house. And the way she hung around disturbed Ann.

The family had always been fairly modest when it came to dress. Ann had allowed Hayley her bikini of course, all young girls her age wore them. But now Hayley had gotten into the habit of lounging around the house in her nighty until noon... sometimes even later. Hayley's fondness for jeans and shorts had suddenly faded as well. Now when Ann could get her daughter to put something on, Hayley invariably chose a short skirt with a tight-fitting blouse or pullover. But what had shocked Ann more than any of this was the time she found her daughter prancing around the house without panties.

"I guess I just forgot them today," was Hayley's answer. Ann switched from wine to brandy as she felt herself growing more tense with every passing day.

Ann considered talking to Roger Brewer about her daughter. After all Roger had a daughter and seemed to manage her pretty well. And she knew that Hayley liked Roger. She could speak to Betty too and maybe between the two of them, the Brewers could give her some information that would help. One thing was for sure, Hayley was just not acting herself.

"But why didn't I think of Mr. Robertson!" she said aloud. It was ten o'clock on a Saturday morning and the Robertsons were surely up by now. Mr. Robertson, who lived in the house north of hers, was a counselor for the state youth program. If anybody would know, he would. And she was sure the man wouldn't mind talking with Hayley on a very casual basis.

Ann was already having her morning brandy but she put it on the kitchen table as she started over to the Robertsons' house. It was a sunny, slightly windy day and when she tapped on the back screen, she thought she heard someone tell her to come in.

But when Ann entered the kitchen, she heard voices, voices that told her she had entered the Robertsons' house without their knowledge. She turned as if to leave. But the next words she heard made her stop to listen.

"You're like a damned goat," Barbara RobertA-son said. "You want it morning, noon and night."

"That's an exaggeration," Russ Robertson replied.

He sounded angry but in control of himself. Again Ann started towards the kitchen door. It would be embarrassing to be discovered and besides the conversation she'd accidentally over heard had nothing to do with her. Or did it? The brandy in her blood made her think of Russ Robertson and his sexual need. Did it gnaw at him like her desire chewed at her? Ann pushed a hand down her belly. Her tennis shorts were tight and the material had forced her panty crotch up into her slit. She dug a finger over the spot, feeling the hot tingles that spread through her loins. Barbara Robertson was saying something to her husband again. Ann perked her ears. She could still make it to the back door easily if anyone came out of the bedroom.

"If you've just got to have it, well come on then," Barbara said. "But hurry up and get it over with. I've got an appointment with the hairdresser.

The bedroom the Robertsons shared was at the end of a long hall. Ann felt she was taking a chance as she sneaked down it because now if someone should suddenly come out of that room, she would be trapped. But the booze had made her feel like taking chances. And her own libido was throbbing at an exhilarating rate. She was so starved for sex that even her neighbors' troubled intimacies interested her.

The door was cracked open enough for her to see clearly into the room. And the bed was placed so that unless they made a special effort, neither of the Robertsons could see her watching them. Feeling guilty but too horny to pull out now, Ann watched Barbara Robertson fold her dress over a chair, add her blouse and bra and then get into bed. Russ was already undressed and for the first time Ann saw his cock.

He was a tall man, not overly endowed with muscles but trim and in good shape. Ann was surprised at the size of his cock though. It was long and slender and the cockhead was very large in relation to the rest of it. A shudder went through her as she watched him climb between his wife's legs. Barbara Robertson was a very flat-chested woman and she wasn't all that sexy either. The way she was behaving didn't help.

"You could at least open your legs," Russ said.

Barbara turned her face to the side as her husband lowered his body onto hers. He had a tremendous erection. Ann watched breathlessly as he rubbed the enormous tip up and down between the lips of Barbara's cunt. A little juice made the dusky blue flesh glisten and he pushed under and up, pumping his hips in an effort to penetrate her.

Barbara didn't move a muscle. She lay there breathing evenly, her hands at her sides, her eyes closed. She could have been thinking of a movie she'd seen or a book she'd read. She surely wasn't concentrating on the matter at hand.

For an instant, Ann wished she could change places with her next-door neighbor. It was unthinkable, yet she'd let it into her thoughts. If there was anything that disgusted her it was adultery. Her former husband's philandering had broken their marriage and she'd always sworn she'd never consider going to bed with a married man herself. But here she was lusting after Russ.

"Can't you put your arms around me?" he said to his wife. She did what he wanted as he forced his cock a little ways into her. There was a juicy smack as he began to thrust in and out and Ann knew that Barbara had to be getting a little excited. How could she not feel his desire? How could she not respond just a little bit.

"Ohhhh," the woman sighed, "ohhh damnit, hurry!"

Ann couldn't guess what Barbara's problem might be. She was too interested in Russ. The way his fingers dug into his wife's flesh. The way his hips moved and jerked as he forced more of his long prick up into her pussy. And his balls! They looked swollen in their loose sack. Again Ann wished she had her hot fingers around those potent eggs. She wished she could show Russ what a real woman could do! But no, that was a terrible thing to want. She softly whimpered and began to rub her cunt through the damp material of her tennis shorts.

Russ was pumping faster now. He was gasping and hugging Barbara hard. But it was plain to Ann that the woman was feeling the lust almost as strongly as her husband. She had an agonized look on her face and she kept writhing under him. Suddenly, with a squeal, she pushed him to the side and wiggled away as his juice-smeared prick bobbed stiffly in the air.

"Barbara ... wait, just a few more seconds."

"You were about to make me come," she snapped, frowning at him. "You know how I feel about that."

Russ watched her helplessly as she put her clothes back on. His cock looked as stiff as it had in the beginning. Ann couldn't get her eyes off of it. But she couldn't stare much longer. Barbara would be leaving the room any second and she didn't want to be discovered peeking at the door.

Ann hurried quietly down the hall and let herself out the back door. She still wanted to talk to Russ about Hayley's odd behavior. But she couldn't just now. Not after watching that perverse little scene between husband and wife. It was ironic that a man so well versed in psychology had a serious problem in his marriage. Ann let herself into her own kitchen and grabbed the glass of brandy she'd left on the table. Her cunt was a squishy, overheated mess. All she could think of was how to give herself pleasure. How to release the tension that never ceased to grow inside her. On her way to her bedroom Hayley passed her. "I'm going over to Tammy's," Hayley told her. "I thought Tammy was taking swimming lessons on the weekend."

Ann glanced at what her daughter was wearing. A long, Hawaiian-type skirt and a skimpy little halter top. Her feet were bare and her light brown hair dangled over her shoulders in soft waves. "Oh, she'll be back in a little bit."

"Are you sure you won't be a bother to Roger? He likes a little privacy on weekends, I would think."

"Naw, I won't be a bother to him," Hayley said. She was out the back door before Ann could get in another word. She finished her brandy with a gulp and closed her bedroom door behind her. Then she stripped off her clothes frantically and dug her vibrator out of her dresser drawer.

As she lay on her back and began to apply the humming tip of the thing to her vulva, she thought of Russ again.

"Ohhh, Russ, I wish you were mine to play with. I'd let you fuck me all you wanted." Ann closed her eyes and pretended that the plastic phallus was attached to the tall man's body.

Roger was lounging on the sofa with the paper when Hayley came in the back door. He was wearing a pair of skivvies, that was all. He smiled at her and threw the sports pages aside. Hayley beamed back and glanced sideways at the sound that came from the back of the house.

"Betty's in the tub," he told her. "She always takes a bath on Saturday."

As Hayley came softly over the carpet, she thrilled to see her lover rise and open his arms to embrace her. His underwear bulged out in front where his cock had suddenly grown stiff. It excited her past reason to know that she had such an effect upon a male. Her long dress sighed around her ankles and she let him hug her close. She could feel that thing poking her tummy.

"I dreamed about you last night," she whispered. And it was true. She'd awakened in the night in a terrible passion, her hips lunging, her heart pounding. The dream had been of her and Russ on a honeymoon. They'd done it under a tree in a tropical lagoon. Even as the dream had ended and Hayley had come awake, she'd continued to rock her hips. Keeping her thighs pinched tightly together, the friction had caused her clit to explode and she'd had a glorious, mind-bending climax as she'd hugged her pillow and pretended it was Roger.

"What's this get-up?" he smiled, gesturing at her long dress and halter top.

"It was in the dream. We were on an island somewhere."

She shrugged.

"So I thought I'd dress the part today."

"I like it," he breathed, hugging her again. His hands searched down her back where the halter ended and her flesh began. It felt good. She moved her hips against his body.

"Oh, Roger, I want you so!"

"That second time was a little too risky for comfort," he said. Hayley remembered how it had been. She'd had to wait almost a week for her poor little twat to heal enough to even consider sexual intercourse again. But when it had, she'd crept over to Roger's place late one afternoon and they'd managed to fuck standing up in the kitchen while Tammy was taking a nap and her mother had gone down to the market. Betty Brewer had returned a little sooner than expected and Roger had been forced to hurry to the bathroom, a cum-filled rubber swinging from his fingers. Hayley had composed herself enough to make things seem perfectly normal, but it had been a strain.

"This will be the third time we've made love," she breathed against his ear.

"Who said I want to?" he teased. "Oh, you want to alright!" She slid a hand down to squeeze his erect cock.

"Listen, baby, we've got to be careful."

"Roger, I've been thinking about you all morning. It was all I could do to wait this long."

She dug her nails along his bare back. He was so big, so strong, so mature! She still felt as if in a dream to be desired by a grown man. She put one of her bare feet across his instep and then slid her toes up the inside of his leg.

"Don't I look pretty? Don't I smell good?" She passed her small wrist near his face. Hayley had stolen a drop or two of her mother's most expensive musk. It seemed to combine with her own youthful odors in a way that made her reek of sex! And the look on Roger's face told her he was getting the message.

"You lovely little cunt! Ohhh God, this is wild!" His fingers felt her roughly. "You said it was your dream to have somebody like me."

"It is, it is."

Hayley's green eyes flashed excitedly.

"Can't we play a little while Betty's in the tub?"

The words came out in a tremble of uncertainty. Hayley was experimenting with new roles and wasn't quite sure what worked best on a male. But her girlish seductiveness seemed to work, clumsy as it was. Roger growled happily and threw her down on the sofa.

"Ohhh, ohhhhh you're awful!" she gasped as his hand reached under her long skirt.

Her pantyless cunt was suddenly invaded by searching fingers. She arched her back, rubbing her mound up and down against Roger's deep probing. He entered her with his middle finger and then drew it slowly out again. Kissing her young face softly, he finger fucked her with excruciating slowness. Dimly Hayley could still hear Betty splashing in the bathtub.

' "Nhhhuuhh, ohhhh yess! Ohhhh if you keep doing that I'm gonna ..."

"Let me find a rubber," Roger gasped, getting up.

"There isn't time," Hayley whimpered, grabbing his wrist with both hands to keep his finger inside her. She flopped her head around on the sofa cushion as Roger bent over her. She was so horny from her wet dream of the night before that his finger was exciting her as much as a cock might. Her hips danced and bucked and see-sawed as she bit her tongue and began to grunt softly deep in her throat.

"Mmmmuuhh, mmmmuuuuhhhh," she groaned, pumping frantically.

"You're beautiful to watch, did you know that?"

"Roger ... uhhhh ... darling ... ohhhh!"

Her eyes went out of focus. Her small tits wanted to break out of her halter top and seeing how ecstatic she was, Roger read her thoughts and jerked one cup down. As his mouth went around the feverish nipple, Hayley felt the first hot tickle of her come.

"Uh, uhh, uhhh, uhhhhhh!" she babbled, squirming wildly under the sliding friction of his finger.

He was pushing as deeply as he could reach and as her hot feverish insides closed down on his knuckles, he eased back. And as he pulled out of her, his touch brushed slickly across her clit. With one final shudder Hayley came. She came in a frenzy of clutching fingers and smothered gasps. Roger nursed at her young tit as he rubbed the turbulent pleasure from her body.

The splashing sounds coming from the other part of the house signaled that Roger's wife was getting out of the tub.

"Ohhh shit, you wrecked me!" she sighed, smiling weakly up.

Roger was busy licking her adolescent juices from his middle finger. His erection threatened to tear a hole in his skivvies. Hayley felt a little bad that Roger hadn't been able to join her in a climax.

"I'd better get on some jeans," he grinned. Hayley watched him head towards his bedroom and then straightened her mussed hair and smoothed her long skirt down. In a few minutes Roger and Betty both entered the room.

"Oh, hello, Hayley," Betty said. "Tammy won't be home for a while but why don't you have lunch with us. I've got plenty, so don't think it's an imposition."

They all sat down at the table while Betty busied herself at the stove. Hayley felt guilty as the food was placed before her. She'd just been intimate with Betty's husband and now the nice lady was feeding her! But Roger's wink wiped away all that. She knew that having sex with him was the most important thing in her life now. And no amount of guilty feelings would stop her. She was in love, or at least she thought she was. "Pass the butter," Roger said. He gave Hayley a meaningful look when she handed the dish to him. Under the table she rubbed his foot with hers. He was still looking at her in the oddest way. She let her toes sneak up his ankle and he nodded almost imperceptibly. Hayley blushed, realizing what he wanted her to do.

"I'm certainly pleased that Tammy is taking swimming lessons," Betty Brewer remarked.

She poured herself more coffee and added cream and sugar while Roger continued to exchange hot looks with Hayley. She frowned, trying to warn him to be more careful.

"Yes ma'am," Hayley put in. "Maybe I'll enroll for the next session. I can swim, but not very good."

She'd slipped her foot up Roger's leg now and he'd grabbed her ankle and guided her heel into the heat of his crotch. With shock Hayley realized that he had opened his fly and slipped his jeans down a little. While dressing, he must have left off his skivvies. Because she could feel only his naked cock and the soft sack holding his balls. She caressed his hot shaft with the ball of her foot. Roger liked what she was doing. But he was signaling her to put her other foot up against his prick too. She obeyed, wondering if Betty noticed the blush on her cheeks. Roger turned to his wife.

"Get me another piece of bread, will you, darling?"

As Betty turned to wait on her husband, Hayley watched with shock as Roger dug a pat of butter from his knife and slipped his hand under the tablecloth. She started breathing faster as he rubbed the stuff over her feet. Then he was buttering his cock too! The heat of his body made a runny, slippery mess.

With her heels squeezing gently against his balls, Hayley used the bottoms of her feet to massage Roger's erection. He leaned forward with his elbows on the table as the friction made his penis start to pulse. Hayley hadn't thought it would be exciting for her to do something so weird. But the bottoms of her feet were surprisingly sensitive. And feeling the bumps and hollows of Roger's cock with her buttered toes was making her own cunt leak juice. Betty went on babbling about this and that, totally oblivious to the sexual encounter taking place just a few feet away.

Roger made a sound in his throat and covered it with a cough.

"You eat too fast, darling," Betty scolded. "That's why you choke."

"I'm okay," he said, wiping his lips with a napkin. Watching his expression, Hayley fluttered her long toes rapidly against his cock. The butter made everything feel so slippery and warm! Poor Roger was having a hard time looking composed. She found herself enjoying this little scene more than ever. She put a spoonful of macaroni in her mouth and chewed slowly, her eyes on Roger. She had stretched his foreskin back as far as it would go with her big toe while she used her other foot to tease the swollen lumps that grew from the underside of the tip. Roger was coming unglued, but he was trying to keep up a solid front.

"Are you alright, darling?" Betty asked, putting her palm on Roger's forehead. "You seem flushed."

"I've been getting a lot of sun lately," he managed to get out. Hayley grinned with soft malevolence as her toes flew over the rigid flesh of his cock. The butter made slick little noises but the sounds were hidden by Betty's continuing conversation.

"Would you like any more butter beans?" she asked.

"No thanks," Hayley replied. "But the butter beans were really good."

Her eyes were on Roger and he gave her a weak smile. He was having a hard time hiding his excitement now. She knew he was dying to breathe faster but didn't dare.

Hayley slid down in her chair a little so she could use the bottoms of her feet better. With a back and forth movement, she rolled his cock between her soles as the butter dripped down her ankles. The sudden fury of this new friction made Roger grab his coffee cup. But he didn't get it to his lips. He began to tremble and his eyes blinked rapidly. Luckily, Betty had gotten up and was running a sinkful of water to wash the dishes in. She hummed happily as she squeezed soap from a plastic bottle and searched in a drawer for a scrubber.

"Ohhhh," Roger grunted, coughing again to cover up the intensity of the pleasure he was experiencing. Hayley's nostrils flared as she rubbed her feet back and forth, his throbbing prick trapped tightly between them. His cock was swollen to a huge size now and the buttery flesh slid easily against her equally buttery toes. She had increased the tempo of her excitation again. Though she had a slight cramp in one calf, she wouldn't have stopped for anything. Roger had started this little game. But she wanted to finish it. Her cunt was being excited almost as much by her own see sawing movements under the table.

Coffee spilled suddenly from Roger's cup and he grasped the cup as if he wanted to break it by squeezing it. Hayley could feel his cock throbbing against her feet as she masturbated him. He smothered another groan and she knew that it wouldn't be long now.

"You will mow the yard today, won't you dear?" Betty asked, her arms deep in sudsy water.

"Sure ... will," he gasped and Hayley felt a shower of hot cum spattering onto her ankles and legs. She sighed in sympathy for what he was feeling and continued to massage his blood-packed erection. Hayley was blushing now as she realized what an unbelievably erotic thing she'd just done. She was beginning to understand what the term nasty old man really meant. Roger was a nasty old man. And an exciting one too.

Roger quickly blotted his spilled seed with his napkin and cleaned the butter from Hayley's feet as well. She enjoyed his gentle touch. Again she was reminded of how sexually responsive her feet were. But then hadn't he already given her a taste of that the first night they'd frolicked? She wished that he could suck her little piggy again right now. She wished that he could lick the butter from every one of her toes and then put on a rubber and fuck her brains out. She wished ...

"Here, give me your plate," Betty said, reaching across the table. Hayley prayed that Roger's wife wouldn't get a whiff of the sharp aroma of his cum. But he'd lit a cigarette to mask any possibility of that. When she excused herself from the table and walked by him, he gave her a quick pat on the rump. Hayley stuck her tongue out. Betty, never picking up a clue, continued to splash soapy water around in the sink.

While she sat reading a magazine, Roger came over to her to whisper in her ear.

"I want to see you tonight. I'm going for cigarettes at eight sharp. I'll pick you up down by the corner market."

"Okay," she whispered back, already tingling inside at what she knew would be waiting for her when she met Roger that night. "Okay my darling."