Chapter 5
Helen Wood, crouched beneath a low window of a Beach Haven motel, shook with passion as the bed inside began to sigh and creak. Her cunt was sopping wet, her tits ached. She had overheard Marci make the date with Carl Holt, and she had followed Marci at a discreet distance.
A row of shrubs protected Helen from the attention of anyone coming along the alley behind the motel; it was a rather dark night, anyway. She had parked her car in a used car lot across the street. From the conversation she had just heard, Marci was now top-riding Carl's prick!
If only she could see inside the motel room!
Her right hand was back beneath her skirt again, she was holding her thinly-pantied cunt in her fingers, and her left hand was inside her blouse, kneading her tender, swollen breasts.
How rotten Marci was, saying all those fuck words and giggling like a whore! What a moment when Marci had lost her maidenhead! Helen had experienced a wild climax then, and she was getting ready to have another one. The window near her hiding spot was slightly raised, so she could hear almost everything. Ohhhh, how she envied Marci! Apparently Carl had a large cock, and Marci was getting it in her cunt again.
"Oh, it is fun up here, stud!" Marci bubbled.
"I knew you'd go for it, baby," he chuckled. "This way I can play with your nice firm tits, and you can do the fucking."
Marci giggled. "I just adore this, Carl!" Creak, creak, creak! Soft whispers Helen couldn't hear. Her hand moved faster on her cunt. Maybe she should take piano lessons from Carl! Marci surely wasn't the only sexy young student he slipped his prick into.
"Come on, get one, Marci!" Carl urged.
"Ohhhh, yesss!" Marci cried. "Uhhhhh, it's coming! Ohhhh!"
The swift jiggling of the bed, Marci's whimpers of delight, fed the fires in Helen's crotch. She started kneading her cunt, her left hand moving faster on her puffed-out breasts. They cleared her blouse now, they stood out sharply.
Come on, cunt! Helen said to herself. Come offf! I need it! Why can't I be in there with them? Marci and I are related so far back it doesn't matter! Ohhhhh, God, my cunt's coming!
Just as Marci squealed her pleasure, Helen had her goodies! The swift pounds of her fun gun hammering in her loins drew a sound from her throat she intended to conceal! It was a fierce animal cry of culmination!
She fell back into the shrubs, rubbing her cunt wildly, still caught up in the throes of her orgasm. It was too good to miss! Panting and straining, she finished; she crept swiftly away down the alley, her legs weak, cunt juice leaking down her thighs. Her face felt hot with shame and embarrassment.
What kind of voyeuristic animal was she, anyway?
Marci ended her swift top-ride, gasping for air, her pussy still twitching in aftermath. She recalled crying out at the peak of her climax, but there had been another sound--from outside. What on earth was going on?
"Did you hear something, Carl?" she asked, slumping forward.
"Yes, baby. I think some woman was outside the window, and she had her fun just when you did."
"How awful!" Marci breathed. She snuggled her tits down on Carl's chest, still trembling with pleasure. "The poor thing must be desperate!"
He cupped her ass cheeks and flexed his huge prick. Sugary thrills tumbled through Marci's loins, rich and delicious. She would never get enough of Carl and his cock! She didn't give a damn what some eavesdropper did; what counted was having Carl's big hunk of cockmeat rammed up into her shivery cunt!
"I wonder who it was," Carl murmured.
Suddenly Marci knew, or at least suspected! Helen! It would be like her, always snooping around. Somehow she had found out about Marci's date with .Carl, and she had followed. What could she gain, except pleasuring herself. She could do that any time.
"I think it could be my 'aunt,' " Marci said. "I think you've heard about what a snoop she is--Is she gone, I wonder?"
"I heard someone running away," Carl grinned. "Which reminds me, sweet stuff. Would you ever consider having a party with Dotty and me?"
Marci shuddered. That kind of 'recreation' was going on, certainly! According to some of the publications she read, it was one of the 'new' indoor sporting activities! Carl could certainly take care of two girls. But Dotty, his own cute blonde wife? What kind of a marriage was that?
"Uh, let me think about that, honey!" she giggled. "Wow! Dotty certainly is sexy--shame on you, on our first date!"
He squeezed her ass. "You're a real with-it girl, Marci. Don't think I don't go for this! I just thought I'd toss it in so you could consider it."
"I'm considering," she breathed. "Now, do I stay up here for another big, hot come, or do you want to try something else?"
He chuckled. "How about me getting it in you from behind?"
"Ohhh, funnn!" she giggled. "But I sure hate to move. I want another one up here, like this!"
"Hey, the more the merrier," he smiled, squeezing her tits, lifting his hips to give her more prick . . .
Carl watched young Marci start another top-ride fuck, and grinned. Utterly delightful! He felt sure she'd go with the Dotty threesome deal. He knew he should look into that Helen Wood thing, too. She really wasn't bad looking, and she might be good humping. Why should be bother, though, with plenty of younger pussy available?
"You're so good to me, Carl!" Marci breathed, thrusting faster. He cuddled her fine, coned breasts, watching the expressions of girlish plea-sure on her sensitive features. He was wise to let her do the motion thing.
If he did fuck her from behind, the movements of his hips could easily bring a big second spurt of semen. He had to save number two load as long as possible. He could get it up again, possibly, but some of the fun went out of it if he strained his nuts too much.
"Ohhh, Carl!" Marci gasped, hunching swiftly. "It's corning! Ohhhhh, you stud! Ohhhhh, it's real goooood!"
He closed his hands on her jiggling tits as her cunt went off. He hadn't run into a girl with no experience who was into fucking so naturally. She had no inhibitions, she was letting it all out! Her busy come hunches and her unabashed squirmings and shakings were superlative!
Her pussy didn't clamp at peak sensation, but it twitched with promising vigor. She'd been sexually active a lot of years. She simply hadn't had her cunt punched until 'tonight. He watched her finish her climax and gave her some encouraging tensings of his cock.
"Ohhhh, I'll never get enough of this, Carl!" she breathed.
"I aim to satisfy," he chuckled.
She sank down with her coned tits pressed to his chest. She was still breathing unevenly, still hunching slowly, having her after-come thrills.
"You devil," she whispered. "Any time you want some of this pussy, you let me know!"
"I will, Marci, I really will . . . "
Helen reached home, still wet in the cunt, still stirred by what she'd heard at Beach Haven. She went quickly to her upstairs room, removed her soppy crotched panties and freshened herself.
Why in hell couldn't she have some of Carl's big hot prick? It wasn't fair! She hadn't had the feel of prick since her husband had split. She was getting so tired of boxing her cunt all the time! She hadn't even found a desirable woman to fuck! She would probably never get into Marci's panties!
Suddenly she remembered a package she had sent for and which had just arrived that same afternoon. She had picked up an advertisement in the local drug store; the object in question was a 'personal vibrator' for 'removing wrinkles: The phallic shape of it had interested her. Now she opened the vanity drawer where she had placed the 'plain brown wrapper-covered' package and ripped it open. The vibrator was quite long, with a plastic body and 'head,' and the batteries fit into the handle.
She recalled a flashlight she kept by the bed, in a night stand. She removed those batteries and placed them in the vibrator. She turned the power in Low and felt the sudden shimmy of the thing in her hand.
It was shaped like a prick, so why not use it as a prick? She realized the real purpose of this gadget, and smiled to herself. She moved to her bed, sprawled out and touched the 'knob' to her still awakened and tender clitoris. She pushed the power to high. The sudden swift jiggly contact with her tender clitty produced a shower of erotic sensations! Ohhhhh! Power off, quickly!
Wouldn't take much of that to produce an orgasm! She trembled, opened her shanks, and pushed the object slowly into her cock-famished cunt.
Oh, not bad! At least she had something in her cunt. She eased the shaft deep into her vagina and turned the power on Low again. The vibrations produced such a swift erotic response she cried out! Ohhhh, beautiful! Ohhhhh!
Power off! She rested, her mind busy with possibilities. The tingling aftermath from only one burst of vibrations was just delightful. This was surely one answer to her raving cock hungers!
She moved he left hand to her tits and began stroking the object in her cunt. Nnnnnn! Yes, it was certainly better than rubbing her clit for her goodies! It felt almost like sliding prick. And that's what she'd been craving.
She stroked slowly, then faster, and tried the power. She gasped as the jiggling object spread stings of erotic delight all through her pelvis! Ohhhh, she was not going to turn the power off now! Ohhhhh, she had to have one or two! She'd held back since leaving Beach Haven. Now it was coming out of her!
Moaning with passion, she felt herself rise swiftly to her peak! The pangs of rapture were simply wild! Wham, wham, wham! Her legs quivered, she curled her crotch upward, her breasts firmed and her nipples stiffened! She could not believe she was coming so hard and good without a man between her legs!
She reached for the switch, couldn't find it, and yanked the dildo out of her cunt. At last she turned it to Off. She rested, enjoying the after pangs of a violent orgasm. Now she cupped both breasts, molding them, fondling them.
There had to be somebody in town, male or female, that she could fuck. She would have to get out more and stop- slithering around at night, trying to watch other people enjoy themselves, or listening for the creak and sigh of bedsprings.
She reached for her new sex toy, pushed it into her cunt, left her free hand on her tits, and began to sound the depths of her cunt. Ohhhhh. She would make this one last a while. Maybe she would try Hi speed next time! Stroke, stroke, stroke . . .
Marci was enjoying her first doggie-fashion fuck.
Braced on the bed, on hands and knees, she felt the delight of Carl's big hard prick pumping slowly in her uptilted cunny. She'd had three wild climaxes on top-, and she knew the festivities were drawing to a close. Carl was breathing faster, his cock was even larger than before, and his strokes were harder.
Still he was delaying, prolonging his fun. She knew she would come again when he did. And one more big one would surely satisfy her for a few days, at least!
Even while enjoying herself, she felt sorry for Helen. The poor thing! She really was fairly attractive for her age, she had a lot to give somebody.
Carl rested, shivering. "Damn, that's good pussy!"
"Your big hard cock is where it's at!" she breathed. "Would you consider dating Helen, my 'aunt?' I know she's nuts about you, Carl!"
"You think it was her, outside the motel, listening in?" he asked.
"I'm sure of it, honey," she said.
"I'll think abdtlt it, Marci. She sounds a little weird, slipping around at night."
"Well, I hate to see her so frustrated all the time," Marci murmured. "Ohhh, Carl, I'm ready! Ohhhhh, fuck me good! Come in me again, please!"
He muttered under his breath, his prick flexed, and he started those heavy, deep thrusts she knew would bring her fun and his fabulous gush of jism!
"Yeahhhh!" he growled. "This is it, baby! Uhhhhh! Uhhhh! Fuuuck! Here it comes, Marci. Get your cunt offfff!"
Marci whimpered as her stinging vagina began to come! It was so different, taking his prick from behind! He was stroking faster and deeper! Yessss! Ohhhhh, her clit began to pulse! She squealed! His harsh groan of culmination followed, and he razed into her so hard she almost lost her balance! The throb of his cock, the last furious jabs at her cuntal deeps, and his shout rang like sweet bells in her feverish senses. Her cunt twitched and fluttered with delicious clasping movements!
Finally her arms and legs did give way, and he followed her down, flattening himself on her back, his prong soaked to the hilt in her shivery cunt. Her jerky breathing, the feel of his big nuts between her thighs, filled her lust cup to overflowing.
"Man, that was terrific, Marci!" he said.
"Oh, beautiful!" she gasped. Again she caught the aroma of his semen, and she felt his wetness oozing down on her lower crotch. His cock was losing its hardness now, and no wonder! He had given her a fantastic fucking!
Later, driving toward the home she shared with Helen Wood, Marci saw a light on in Helen's room. Marci decided she would slip in quietly, as her 'aunt' often did, for eavesdropping purposes. Marci parked in the alley, closed her car door with care, and slipped across the back lawn to the rear door.
A moment later she was in the hallway outside Helen's room. As suspected, some very suspicious sounds were coming from inside. A few bed creaks, then a pause. Helen was having herself some fun. Of course, there was the bare chance that she was entertaining a partner, male or female, but nothing came from the bedroom to indicate this.
"Ohhh!" came dramatically from Helen. "Ohhhh!"
The bed sounds picked up speed. The creaks turned into swift jiggles. A muffled cry of female delight rang in Marci's ears. A series of 'oh's' followed as the bed sounds diminished.
She had a big one! Marci thought, shivering. That poor soul! She followed me all the way to Beach Haven and had her goodies under a window at the motel!
I hope Carl does fuck her. I'll feel jealous, but Helen needs cock, lots of big, sliding prick! The way she looks at me, l think she wants to get in MY panties. I'd hike to watch her masturbate some time! That would be exciting.
Now the sighing of bed springs started up again! Helen was not through yet. Bounce, bounce, bounce . . . pause. Marci felt arousal, even after that glorious time with Carl. It was wrong to eavesdrop on a lonely woman having her sex pleasures all alone.
Shaking her head, Marci drew away from the . bedroom door. She slipped back down the stairs, went outside, and then returned, making her usual noises. Helen would know she was not alone in the house. She could either keep having her fun, or stop-.
Later, in her own bed, Marci lay in darkness, reliving the momentous events of the evening just past. Carl was so smooooth! A girl surely couldn't ask for a better lover! She still seemed to be slightly aglow from all that beautiful fucking. She was more confident of her sexual appeal, her responsiveness; she was no longer a virgin, either!
She went to sleep imagining she had Carl's big cock in her mouth, sucking and stroking and kissing . . .