The pounding continued, and Warren called out. "Just a second, Ed, I'll be right there!"
He and Jamie straightened their clothes.
"Damnit all to hell," he sighed, "I forgot I was going to play tennis with Ed this noon. You better hide in the closet till we leave. I'll see you again as soon as possible."
Jamie was terribly disappointed. She'd counted on losing her cherry during the lunch hour, but she was still a virgin. A very horny, frustrated virgin – and she didn't know when she could see Warren again. He finally ducked into her classroom after the last bell.
"I checked my calendar," he said, "and I've got a date every night this week. But maybe we could meet during lunch tomorrow."
"I don't know, Warren," Jamie sighed. "You're a very busy man. Maybe you don't have time for my little project."
"I'll make time," he promised. "Don't get anyone else for the job. I'll find time somehow, and you'll be glad you chose me, I promise."
Jamie believed him. She was sure Warren was the ideal choice for her first sexual experiences, but she wondered how long she could wait for him. She was seething with lust, her pussy on fire. Their lunchtime adventure had just whetted her appetite for more sex. She didn't feel like she could wait twenty-four hours to continue.
But what choice did she have? She agreed to meet him again the next day, then went home to her lonely apartment. She thought about beating off, but the idea just didn't appeal to her much. Now that she'd made out a little with a man, masturbation wasn't so thrilling.
So what would thrill her? The young teacher blushed as she found the answer. She'd been so excited, so turned on, when she spied on Erin and Phil. She wanted to do some more peeping. It was wicked and outrageous, but she couldn't resist.
As soon as it got dark, Jamie slipped out the back door of the building and wandered down the alleys. She came to the motel where she'd peeped on the newlyweds, but their room was dark and empty. Peering through the window, she could tell that they'd checked out.
There was nothing to do but keep searching. She walked for another half hour and came to a neighborhood of single family homes. She spotted a brightly lit, uncurtained window at the back of a house, and she hurried over to investigate. Sure enough, it was a bedroom, with a king-size bed. The window was even open a little.
Jamie made sure she was totally in the shadows, then waited. A few minutes later a young woman came into the bedroom and started taking off her clothes. She was tall, slender and blonde, very pretty. But she didn't look very happy.
"Ron," she called, "are you coming to bed?"
A male voice called back, "I wanta watch the rest of this basketball game, honey."
"Oh, shit!" the girl muttered.
She stripped naked and paraded in front of her dresser mirror. She looked very good, firm and sleek with small high-riding tits. Her tiny bush was naturally blonde like her hair. She must have been pleased with what she saw, but she was still frowning.
She stood squarely in front of the mirror and cupped her round ripe tits. She began squeezing and molding them, and she gave a horny little sigh that Jamie could hear clearly through the open window. This girl was horny, no question about it.
"Goddamn basketball!" she moaned, her voice husky with longing.
Jamie knew just how the girl felt. She felt the same way, achingly horny but unable to be with her man. She wondered what the girl would do. Now the slim blonde was thumbing her nipples, working them into taut nubs. Her eyes were hot with desire.
She stared in the mirror at her swollen stiff nippled tits, then gave another big sigh. She trailed a hand down her sleek body and slipped it between her legs, rubbing her needy hot pussy. Glistening trails of cunt juice ran down her thighs.
"Ron!" she bawled. "Skip your damned game and come to bed!"
"Anita," he called back, "give me a break. Just a few more minutes. The score's really close."
Anita groaned, then walked over to the bed and stretched out on her back. She bent her knees and spread her legs wide. Using her middle finger, she began rubbing her clit, a determined look on her face. Obviously she'd given up waiting for her husband.
Anita wasn't going to be left high and dry, though. If he wouldn't get her off, she'd do it herself. She looked like she'd had practice. She jerked her finger stiffly over her engorged clit in a fast eager rhythm, and soon she was flushed and panting. Her finger dripped with her spurting twat cream.
Jamie wished she could masturbate right along with Anita. She felt the girl's impatience and lust. She ached to get off right now. She glanced around to make sure she was alone in the alley, then slid her hand down inside her panties.
She found the throbbing nub of her clit and started caressing it, imitating Anita's technique. It felt damned good, and she gave a low gurgle of excitement. Her finger was soon soaked with her seeping cunt juice. Her pussy throbbed and burned.
Meanwhile Anita was rubbing her clit faster and faster. Her pretty face was twisted into a horny grimace, and she was flushed all over. She was moaning steadily and hoarsely as she worked herself toward the orgasm she needed so badly. Her slit was drenched with her spurting cream.
"Unnnnnhhh, shit, ooooooh!" she cried.
Jamie's flying finger kept pace with Anita's. She had the crazy urge to come at the very same second the horny housewife got off. There was something wickedly exciting about peeping, especially when she played with herself. Was she some kind of pervert?
She really didn't think so. She was just a woman who'd ignored her body too long, a woman who'd tried to bottle up all her natural needs for sex. Now she was letting those urges out, and she had a lot of time to make up for. No wonder she was horny all the time.
Now Anita was going into the final stage of her act. She slid her finger off her clit and into her cunt, stuffing it into herself as deep as it would go. Her eyes rolled, then closed tight, and she finger-fucked herself like crazy. Jamie imitated her.
"Unnnnnnhhh, fuck, unnnnhhhhh!" Anita sobbed.
"Oooooooh, shit, ooooooh!" Jamie gasped under her breath.
But though Anita had her eyes squeezed shut in lust, Jamie kept hers open. She wanted to watch. And that was why she saw Ron coming into the room but his wife didn't. He walked in the open door, saw what Anita was doing, and froze.
"Oooooooh, shit, fuck, oooooooh!" Anita howled.
She was finger-fucking herself with lightning speed, oblivious to everything but her frantic need to come. Ron watched her, and the fly of his jeans suddenly grew tented. He began to grin as he moved closer to the bed. He walked right up to the foot of it.
He leered at his frantically masturbating wife and said, "Anita, what in hell are you doing?"
Anita gave a yelp of surprise and snapped her eyes open. When she saw her husband standing right there watching her, she blushed deep red. She snatched her soaked finger out of her smoking little cunt, cheated of her orgasm.
"Oh-uh – hi, honey," she stammered. "How'd the game turn out?"
"My team lost," Ron grinned.
"Oh, you must be very disappointed," Anita said.
"Actually I don't give a shit," Ron said. "Not since I walked in this room."
He began taking off his clothes. Anita stared lustily at him, and so did Jamie. The young teacher stood there in the shadows, her finger lodged deep in her aching cunt, and ogled Ron's hard muscular body. She shivered with desire as he peeled his shorts down over his hard-on.
Now Anita was leering.
"Why Ron, you naughty boy," she gurgled, "your cock's hard!"
"It happened when I saw what you were doing," he chuckled. "Gosh, honey, were you really that horny? You couldn't wait just a couple of minutes for me?"
"No, I couldn't wait," Anita said. "Honey, since that basketball tournament started we haven't fucked at all. You're glued to the tube."
"I'll make up for that right now!" Ron leered.
He walked naked to the bed, his massive prick wagging stiffly and leaking big globs of hot cream. Anita was shivering with longing, her hot blue eyes focused right on his cock. He lay down on his back and reached for her.
"Back up on me," he said.
Jamie's eyes widened. Here was something she hadn't heard of, not even in her sex manual. Anita was on her hands and knees, backing up over her husband till she was almost shoving her pussy in his face. Her head was right over his stiff-standing cock.
"Perfect!" Ron growled.
He grasped her hips and tugged them down a little, till her cute pink cunt was within reach of his tongue. His tongue flashed out and contacted the swollen flesh, and Anita gave a hoarse sob of excitement. He began whipping the wet meat up and down her hungry pussy.
"Ooooooh, baby, yesssss!" she wailed.
Then she dipped her head down, stuck out her tongue, and began lashing it all over the hard purple head of his cock. Ron groaned and shivered. They went at each other like hungry animals, snarling and panting, gobbling each other's hot cream.
Jamie almost sobbed with lust and envy. She'd have given anything to be doing that with Warren. She was so fascinated with the double head job that it took her a few seconds to realize that she still had her finger stuffed deep into her horny hot cunt.
She started working that finger up and down stiffly, giving herself hot stabs of pleasure, but she never took her eyes from the window. She didn't want to miss a second of that kinky scene. There was so much she had to learn, so much she wanted to try out with Warren.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmmmm!" Anita gurgled. She was tonguing up Ron's hot cock juice as fast as it oozed from his piss hole. Meanwhile he was lapping up the tangy juice that gushed from her aroused cunt. The young couple seemed starved for each other's cream. They tongued each other faster and faster.
Jamie kept pace, working her stiff finger steadily faster in her burning famished box. She was soaking her whole hand with her uncontrollably gushing cream. She just hoped nobody came down the alley right now, because she couldn't bear to stop finger-fucking herself.
Then Ron suddenly crammed his whole tongue into Anita's cunt. Her head jerked up, and she bowled with pleasure. Her eyes rolled crazily, and her face contorted with lust. He tongue-fucked her fast and loudly, and she went crazy with excitement.
"Ooooooh, honey, fuck, oooooooh!" she babbled.
Jamie seethed with lust as she spied. She wished she had Warren's thick tongue in her cunt instead of her slim finger. She could hardly wait to have him go down on her. But that was a long time from now, and she needed to get off right away.
The kinky scene was driving her wild. She could hear the obscene sucking noise Ron's tongue was making as it reamed deep and hard in his wife's juicy cunt. She could hear Anita's hoarse wails of bliss as she rocketed towards orgasm. The slim blonde stiffened for a second, and then her body convulsed.
"Unnnnhhh – you're doing it to meeeee!" she screamed. "I'm cominggggg, unnnnnhhhhhh!"
Jamie almost came, too. She jerked her finger furiously in her dripping twat as she watched Ron tongue-fuck Anita through a long violent climax. The moment she finished coming, he slid out from under her and knelt behind her. He grasped her slim hips and socked his huge hard cock as deep as he could into her slick steaming cunt.
"Unnnnnhhhhh, yesssss, fuck meeeee!" she howled.
Ron was grinning like a maniac as he hammered his engorged cock into his wife's greedy cunt.
"You getting off on this, baby?" he panted.
"Shit, yes!" Anita moaned. "I'd like to do it more often, but I don't suppose you're gonna give up watching those games!"
"Nope," he said. "But I've got an idea. I could fuck you every night before the game comes on."
"And how about doing it again when the game's over?" Anita asked.
"Deal!" Ron growled.
They shut up then and just fucked like bunnies. Jamie watched and ate her heart out. She just had to have a man of her own. She couldn't lead the lonely sexless life of a spinster any longer. She worked her finger hard and deep in her cunt, but she knew a cock would feel a thousand times more exciting.
Anita and Ron were both groaning as they fucked each other to the brink of climax. Jamie could hear Ron's flat belly smacking Anita's ass, and she could hear the lewd sucking noise his cock made as it reamed out her cream. They fucked at each other so hard that their bodies became a blur to the spying schoolteacher.
"Ohhhhhh, honey, ohhhhh, I'm comingggg!" Anita suddenly howled.
"Take my load, baby, aaaagggghhhhh!" Ron roared.
"Unnnnhhhh, shit, unnnggghhhhh!" Jamie gasped.
She was bringing herself off hard, hoping her helpless gasp hadn't been heard by the young couple. When she looked up again, they were snuggling under the covers, and Ron turned off the light. Jamie headed for home, more determined than ever to lose her virginity.
Tomorrow could be the big day, if only she and Warren had the time and the place.