Since the jerking off session with Joe, Ann was in a voyeuristic passion. She made love with Tom with more eager wantonness because of the residual thrill from seeing Joe jerk off. She even suggested that she and Tom jerk off together, and they tried it. It was fun, but it lacked the kinky excitement of the first time.
One evening Ann was surprised by a new development in their vicinity.
"Looks like the Apples are moving into their summer place," Tom said as he gazed out the window.
"What do you mean?" Ann asked.
"Didn't you know that the house down the hill belongs to Phil and Sarah?"
"No," said Ann. It was news to her, good news. She remembered watching Sarah Apple fucking that guy in the Taylors' bedroom.
"During the winder they live in an apartment above Phil's office, and in the summer they live over there," Tom explained.
Ann went to the window and looked out. She knew that that house was someone's summer home, but she had never known to whom it belonged. It was strange to see the windows lit and smoke rising from the chimney.
As she looked at the lit windows, she began to feel her voyeuristic lust rising in her. She found that she was wondering what it would be like to walk across the fields that separated the two houses. Then she forced the thought out of her mind. The idea of sneaking up to the Apples' house to peek in the windows was ridiculous. If she tried it, she would probably be attacked by a dog or something.
The Apples' house became an obsession to Ann. She would look across the dark fields at it, and when she was outside, she would plot a course to it in her mind. She hadn't had a chance to wander around their place much; she and Tom had only been there since the fall, and everything had always been covered with snow. But now she could see that all she would have to do would be to go down the bill behind her house, across the field and the small creek, and she would be there.
But it was still out of the question, she told herself. Whenever she caught herself planning a night raid on the Apples' windows, she would force the thought from her mind. She wouldn't even let herself think about the possibilities that were available to her perverted needs a mere quarter mile away.
Then, a few days before the shop was to open, the Apples came over for a visit. It was just after dinner, and they only stayed a little while. They proved to be very nice people, and even though Tom and Ann hardly knew them, they were soon laughing and talking as though they'd been friends for years.
Before they left, the Apples invited Tom and Ann to their place the next evening for cocktails. They said there would be a few other people there too. Ann immediately took the invitation as a chance to look their place over for voyeuristic opportunities, but she drove that thought out of her mind like all the other thoughts on the topic.
Nevertheless, the next day as they drove up the Apples' drive, Ann was looking at the land that led over to her place. She could see her own house across the field, and there didn't seem to be any obstacles to prevent her from strolling over one night. There was no sign of a dog either.
The Taylors were there, along with some people Ann and Tom hadn't met. It was a subdued party compared to the one the Taylors had given, and there was no sneaking off to the bathroom with other people's spouses. The liquor was flowing freely though, and Ann was soon floating.
She began casing the joint like a bank robber even though she still refused to let herself think of coming there to peep. She saw that the Apples' bedroom window was on the same side of the house as the bathroom window. The windows were all equipped with shades and drapes, but out here in the country not many people were conscientious about pulling down their shades, Ann knew.
Then she pulled herself together. She had let her voyeurism run away with her again. She made an attempt to get into the conversations going on round her, and she didn't drink any more.
When they left, Ann refused to even look at the grounds to see what would be the best place to approach from in the dark. For the rest of the evening she kept her mind off the Apples. She didn't even go to the window to look at their windows lighted in the distance.
It was Friday evening, and the shop was going to open the next day. Ann and Tom were very excited, and although Ann didn't realize it, that excitement helped her keep her mind off her perversion.
The opening went well. All their friends came to the shop, and even a few customers showed up. They sold enough to give them confidence that they might make a living from the shop, and become successful.
By the end of the weekend they were both exhausted, but their bodies reacted differently to it. Tom was falling asleep at the kitchen table, but Ann was too excited to sleep. As Tom passed out on the couch after dinner, she was pacing the room, thinking about the shop and hoping they would make it.
The antique business had blocked almost everything else from her mind including her voyeurism. But then, as she went to the window, the lights from the Apples' stuck her like a beacon to a lost sailor. She couldn't take her eyes off those windows, but her brain rebelled. She had told herself she wouldn't go over there to peek, and she wouldn't.
She didn't question her motives for waking Tom ad making him go up to bed. She told him he would catch a cold lying on the couch, and she let herself believe it too. But once he was out of the way, she went back to the window and looked at the brightly lit windows across the fields.
Without thinking, Ann went outside. It was a warm evening, and after a long winter it was wonderful to be outside at night without shivering with cold. The stars were out, too, and Ann looked up at them for a long time. She was almost afraid to stop looking at them.
But she finally lowered her head, and when she did the lights from the Apples' windows caught her attention again.
Suddenly, she couldn't remember why she had forbade herself to make a little foray over to their windows. After all, it was a harmless perversion, and there was a lot of pleasure waiting for her there. Tom was asleep, it was a nice night for a walk anyhow and, most important of all, her cunt was itching and she was dying for another peek at some good action.
As she began to consider a peeking expedition, she got more and more excited until her whole body was humming with lust. By then there was no way she could have prevented herself from making that trip.
There was no danger, she thought. If the Apples' happened to find her out there, she could just make something up to explain what she was doing. Of course, she didn't consider the fact that Phil Apple had almost caught her peeking and must have been suspicious.
Ann ran into the house for a sweater. She chose a black one so she could blend in with the dark. When she went out again, she started immediately across the field.
First, she had to get down the bill, and she found it very muddy. She should have known it would be, after all that melted snow, but being a city girl she didn't think of those things. Her shoes were covered with the thick mud, and she had to descend by going from tree to tree, holding on to each one to keep from tumbling down the slippery slope.
It was rough going. Bushes and branches reached out to trip and scrape her. At one point, she tripped on a rock and hurt her ankle, but not badly enough to stop her. By the time she got to level pound she was a muddy mess and was breathing heavily from the exertion. The rewards of getting to the Apples' windows were great enough to keep her going though.
The field was used to grow hay in the summer, and it was still ridged and lumpy from plowing, and not at all easy to walk on. With every step, her feet sunk into the soft ground and her ankles twisted. She kept walking, but the Apples' house didn't seem to be getting any closer.
Finally, she was able td see the windows more dearly, and she noticed someone walking around inside. That gave her a new surge of enthusiasm and she quickened her clumsy steps through the mud. When she got to the stream she noticed it was running with more water than it had the only other time she'd seen it, but then she realized that that was due to the melted snow too.
The stream was full of big rocks sticking out of the water, and it seemed like a simple matter to step from one to the other. In the dim moonlight, she found a good spot to cross. Carefully, she put a foot on a rock, got her balance, then stepped to another rock. Before long, she was halfway across and was realizing that the rocks were becoming farther apart. She was standing with her legs spread on the rocks, and the next step would have to be a big one. One of the rocks she was standing on was just barely out of the water and her shoe was getting wet.
There was nothing to do but jump. As she sailed through the darkness, she felt that she was almost there, but her foot slipped off the rock she had jumped to and she went sprawling. She caught herself on her hands, her arms going into the icy water up to her elbows, and one leg was submerged.
She got up and noisily slogged through the water to the other bank and climbed up an the muddy slope. Now she was really in bad shape. Her shoes were like sponges as he feet warmed the water in them. Her pants and sweater were covered with mud and her knee hurt. She sat there breathing hard in the mud, holding on to a slender tree to keep from sliding back down the bank.
Ann was pissed at herself for making this perverted bike. She should have stuck to her decision not to go peeking. But by the time she climbed the bank and saw the Apples' windows again, she felt all her lust return. She forgot about her muddy clothes and sore knee, and continued toward the house.
Now that she was that close, she began to feel the excitement of being a prowler in the night, and that was on top of her sexual excitement. Since crossing the stream, she was on the Apples' property, and that made a big difference.
She watched for signs that someone might be outside, but she didn't hear or see anything as she went from tree to bush to tree, creeping up on the house like a cat sneaking up on a bird. When she got to the small pine tree near the house, she looked around carefully. Then she noticed Ted's Jeep in the driveway.
That seemed like a bad sign, she thought. If the Apples had Ted over, they wouldn't be doing anything interesting until he left, and then she would have to hide from him when he came out to get into his Jeep. Once again, she was wishing she hadn't bothered with this trip, but now that she was so close, she would have to try and see something interesting.
Taking up a deep breath, she moved to the side of the house and sidled up to a window. The drapes weren't drawn, and she had to be careful not to be seen. Peeking around the edge of the drape, Ann looked into the living room.
Ted was there and so was Betty. Phil Apple was sitting in an easy chair and Sarah was changing a record on the stereo. Ann began to feel foolish after fighting her way through the field to find herself looking in on an innocent evening among friends. Her lust was evaporating and she was almost ready to go home.
When the record started playing, Sarah began moving her hips to the rhythm. Ann remembered how she looked on the Taylors' bed, fucking, and she wasn't surprised to see that she was a good dancer, too. She was obviously a woman whose body was important to her. Ann watched Sarah dance over to where Ted was sitting on the couch.
She stood over him, shaking her hips, and motioned for him to get up and dance with her. Ted slowly rose until his long body was erect, then he began copying Sarah's sensuous wigglings. He danced stiffly at first, but Sarah put her hands on his hips and moved him more energetically. Ted picked up the beat and began moving with the funky rhythm.
Sarah was a lot shorter than Ted and they looked funny dancing together, but Sarah was taller than Betty. She had short, brown hair and a nice figure. Ann supposed she was a few years older than her, but she was in great shape. Phil was short, about the same height as his wife, and good-looking. He was muscular and athletic-looking.
As Sarah and Ted danced, Betty got up and went to where Phil was sitting and sat down on the arm of his chair. That seemed strange, Ann thought, but when she saw Sarah and Ted bring their bodies together as they moved to the music, things began to fall into place. Ann couldn't quite believe her suspicions until she saw Phil reach around Betty's waist and grab her tit.
Suddenly, Ann realized that instead of her being disappointed, she should be thrilled. She'd stumbled onto a voyeur's dream. It seemed strange that Ted had never told her and Tom about his arrangement with the Apples, but they'd only known him for a short time. Ann wondered if Ted and Betty had ever thought about joining her and Tom for these games.
Ann's lust was returning with more power than ever. She watched Phil's hand move around on Betty's tit, and then saw the girl fall into Phil's lap. They kissed as Sarah and Ted kept dancing in a tight embrace.
Then Ted bent to Sarah's upturned face and they kissed. Watching the two kissing couples gave Ann a rush of perverted pleasure. Were they going to fuck right there in the living room? she wondered.
Phil was already moving his hand up Betty's sweater, and Ann could see his hand under the woven material, creeping over the girl's tit. Betty's hand was out of sight in Phil's lap, but by the movements of her shoulder, Ann could tell that she was rubbing the guy's prick.
Ted was leaning over Sarah and reaching down to her ass, taking the shapely cheeks into a tight grip. Ann could imagine how Sarah could feel his prick pressing into her belly through his jeans. Sarah's tits were squeezed out of the sandwich of their bodies. Then, Ted dipped down, bending his knees, and grabbed Sarah around the waist. When he stood straight again, Sarah's feet came off the floor. She was danced around the room in his strong arms. They kissed again as they moved around the room.
When Ann looked back at Phil's chair, she saw him helping Betty pull her sweater off. Ann moved her face a little closer to the window to get a good look at those boobs. She seemed to be getting more and more interested in women's bodies.
Phil reached around Betty and unfastened the bra. When it dropped away from her tits, Ann saw the lovely things pulled down slightly with their own weight. She gasped when she watched Phil lift one of those hanging globes to his face and kiss it.
Ann grabbed her own tit inside her muddy sweater. This was just what she'd hoped for. To stand outside a window and play with herself while watching others make love. Her cunt was screaming for attention, but Ann let it stew in its juice for a while. She would play with her cunt when one of the chicks in the house had her cunt played with.
Ted finally carried Sarah over to the couch and laid her down on it. Ann had a good view as he knelt beside her and carefully began undressing the woman. She lay still as he unbuttoned her blouse, then moved just enough to let him get the garment off her. She hadn't been wearing a bra, and her tits were spread out over her chest in her supine position.
Ted leaned over her and brought his mouth down on one nipple. Ann saw the skin of her tit rise as Ted sucked it into his mouth and lifted his head. Then he lowered his face onto the pillow of flesh and made his nose and chin disappear into the softness.
When Ted lifted his head again, he moved down to Sarah's waist and opened the button of her slacks. Sarah lifted her ass and helped Ted pull the slacks over her wide hips. Then Ted dragged them off her legs.
Ann watched Ted lay his face on the woman's belly and his hand on the bulge in her bikini undies. He slid his face around, bringing it over her crotch. Ann could imagine what it would be like to snuggle her face against the soft mound under the nylon undies. Ann touched the crotch of her jeans just hard enough to feel the pressure in her starving twat.
Ted pulled Sarah's panties off, leaving her lying naked on the couch. Ted began to undress as Sarah lay there holding her own tits. Ann watched Ted's body come into view with greedy eyes. When he pulled his jeans off, she saw that the waistband of his shorts were held away from his belly by his stiff prick. He pulled off his shorts and his prick stood out in front of him like a battering ram.
Ann hadn't seen a prick to equal that one in a long time. It was like everything else about Ted – big. He sat down on the edge of the couch beside Sarah and she reached for that bat. As she grabbed it, Ann envied her, but she was keeping busy with her own body.
She had unfastened her pants and dug her hand down over her mound. Phil had his hand in Betty's pants, and Ann was pretending that it was she sitting on his lap. She slipped a finger into her swollen cunt and touched the hot interior.
Phil and Betty had joined in a struggle to strip her tight jeans from her ass. Without getting out of Phil's lap, the little chick pulled them off and threw them on the floor. Her undies were next, then she snuggled naked in Phil's arms. Now Phil was the only one with clothes on.
After some kisses and grabs, Betty climbed up and stood with her feet on the seat of the chair. She had her ass toward Phil's face, and she bent over, resting her hands on his knees. Ann had never seen anything like it. Betty's tits hung down in that perverted position, and her twat was thrust right into Phil's face.
Ann saw Phil lean forward and put his mouth in the hairy cunt in front of him. His nose must have been right up the girl's ass, Ann thought. Phil's head moved up and down as he filled her cunt with laps of his tongue. Betty rocked slightly in her bent-over position, making her tits swing like pendulums and pushing her crotch into the face buried in it.
Meanwhile, Ted had climbed on top of Sarah's body, sitting on her tits with his prick stuck in her face. Sarah had her head propped up on a pillow, sucking a mouthful of cock meat. The sight of her mouth stretched wide to accommodate Ted's huge cock made Ann's heart race. Ted was moving his hips back and forth on the loose flesh of Sarah's tin, sliding his prick in and out of her mouth.
Ann didn't know how the woman was taking so much of that prick into her face. Ted was being careful not to choke her, Ann could tell. His balls were resting on Sarah's chest, rolling with his pumping action. Sarah wrapped both hands around the tool, and with both hands and her mouth on the cock, Ann could still see several inches of the shaft.
Then Ted began to rise from Sarah's chest, but his cock remained in her mouth. He slowly began to swivel himself around, pivoting on his cock. Soon, he had turned all the way around, his prick rotating in Sarah's mouth, so his body covered hers. They wiggled around until they were comfortable again, then Ted stuck his head between Sarah's thighs.
Ann watched in a fit of heat as Ted moved his anus into the vee of her legs and spread them wide. Her crotch opened like a clam to his sucking mouth. From where she was watching, Ann could see Sarah reach up to Ted's ass and play with his asshole.
Ann reached higher up her own cunt in an effort to experience some of the pleasures she saw those people having. She bent her knees and spread her legs so she could finger-fuck herself with powerful lunges. She kept playing with her tit with her other hand.
Betty, still bent over Phil with her crotch in his face, was now reaching into his lap and pulling down his zipper. Without too much trouble she pulled out his stiff prick and began stroking it. Ann had to give the chick credit for creativity in choosing positions.
Then Betty lifted her feet from the sides of Phil's ass on the seat of the chair, and brought them up over his shoulders until her legs were sticking out behind his head over the back of the chair. That kept her cunt on his face while bringing her own face down to his throbbing dong. Betty opened her mouth and lowered her head on Phil's meaty pole.
As both chicks ate the guys' pricks, Ann rubbed her cunt, opening her watering mouth. She knew just how those chicks felt, munching on those cocks. Ann loved to suck pricks, too. There was nothing like having a fat, swollen prick-knob in your mouth, Ann knew.
She was twirling two fingers around in her soupy oven, and was separating them to finger every corner of the cavity. The scene in the living room was having a very powerful effect on her. She was swaying in dizzy lust, and if she hadn't been leaning on the house she would have fallen.
Ted and Sarah ate each other for a while as Ann took in the sight hungrily. Then Ted got up, his face shining with Sarah's cunt cream, and his prick wet with her saliva. He nudged Sarah up into a kneeling position and kneeled behind her. Ann watched the expressions an their faces as Ted threaded his prick into her hole. With a push of his hips, he set the pounding prick deep inside her.
Sarah put her forehead down on the couch and looked between her thighs where Ted's balls were swinging. Ann saw her tit hanging down, tile nipples brushing the seat of the couch as they swung. Their hips moved together, then apart, and Ann could imagine the sound of Sarah's ass slapping against Ted's hips with each thrust.
While his wife took Ted's prick up her cunt, Phil got out of his chair with Betty still clinging upside down to him with her legs sticking out behind his head and his prick in her mouth. It looked sort of comical to Ann, but at the same time it was amazingly erotic.
Phil lowered Betty into the chair, pulling his face from her crotch and popping his prick from her mouth. Betty landed in the soft chair with a bounce and scrambled up. As Phil undressed, the little chick covered his emerging flesh with kisses. Phil pulled off his pants and underwear and Betty jumped on his prick like a starving wolf.
She crammed his meat back into her mouth and grabbed the cheeks of his ass with claw-like hands. Phil pulled her off his cock and lifted her to her feet. When he dragged her against him to kiss her, his prick bent to the side and stuck out from between them.
Phil lowered himself to the floor, taking Betty with him, and he climbed on top of her. Betty helped him find the entrance to her tunnel with his prick-tip. Betty arched her back in a pang of ecstasy as the cock slid into the tight channel. They began pumping, slowly at first, but with ever-increasing speed.
With two fucking couples to watch, Ann was going wild. She was ramming her fingers up her drooling cave, squeezing her tit and straining her eyes as she swiveled her head from one scene to the other like a person at a tennis match.
Ted was jerking his hips in a crazy motion, like a broken machine, Ann thought. His face was screwed up in the agony of ecstasy. Ann couldn't see Sarah's face because she was still looking down between her legs, but by the trembling of her body, Ann guessed she was wearing a similar grimace of lust.
Then, through the window, came a savage scream of fulfillment.
"Ye-e-e-e-a-h-h-h-H-H-H! Oh-h-h-h-h!"
It seemed that the window Ann was watching through shook with Sarah's piercing voice. Then grunts of joy came tumbling from Ted's lips. Ann knew that they were both in the realm of perfect bliss as they came.
Ted stopped pumping and leaned on Sarah's back in spent delirium. Sarah collapsed under his weight, and the two of them fell into a heap. Ted's prick slipped from Sarah's twat and landed on her hip, hanging over her like a piece of rope.
Ann shifted her eyes to Phil and Betty, who were still going strong. Phil had risen up as he fucked her, and was looking at his prick as it slid in and out of the small girl's pussy. He could see the thick shaft holding her inner lips stretched wide. From her vantage point, Ann was missing the finer points of the action, but the sight of Phil and Betty chugging their crotches together was enough to drive her into a fit of wild wantonness.
Ann felt her orgasm burst like a Roman candle.
She kept her fingers plunging until she couldn't stand it any longer. As she pulled her hand from her pants, she heard Phil grunting and Betty whine in their climaxes. Phil let his body go limp and rested on Betty, who gave an occasional twitch as the coils of her orgasm cooled.
Now the two couples and the voyeur at the window were washed out with limp bodies and pounding hearts. Ann thought about creeping away, but she felt too trembly and decided to stay where she was until she pulled herself together. When she saw what happened next, she realized that if she'd left she would have missed the best part.
Before long, Betty got out from under Phil and crawled on her hands and knees to the couch where Ted and Sarah were lying. She grabbed one of Sarah's legs and pulled it from the tangle of Sarah's and Ted's bodies. Sarah let herself be dragged into a position where her legs were hanging over the seat of the couch while her body slouched on it.
Ann's head was spinning with the realization of what was going to happen. As Betty leaned into the space between Sarah's thighs, Ann held her breath in passion-frozen suspense. She knew that Sarah's cunt would be full of Ted's gism, and she could see that Betty was going to tap that juicy reservoir…
Ted sat up and looked at the action that was beginning beside him. Phil came over, too, and sat on the other side of his wife to watch. Ann wished that she had a better seat, but the show was going to be a knockout anyhow.
Betty had moved her head slowly into the vee of Sarah's crotch, and Sarah had slid down a bit farther so her loaded twat would be available to the young girl's sucking' mouth. Ann could see Betty's head moving in a nodding motion as she sent her tongue up the parted and dripping snatch. The thought of slurping gism from the vessel of a hot cunt almost made Ann faint, but she held onto the windowsill and stared in disbelief at the spectacle.
Ted and Phil each grabbed one of Sarah's thighs and pulled them open so they could get a good look at Betty's mouth working in Sarah's cunt. If Ann had their vantage point, she would have seen Betty's tongue reaching into the hairy lips of that pussy. The shimmer of gism mixed with cunt squeezings could be seen sliding along Betty's tongue.
Ann's mouth was watering as she imagined what that sexy elixir must taste like. She would love to have been drinking at that well, and swore to herself that she would try it soon. But just watching wasn't bad either. She'd been as limp as a dish rag a few minutes earlier from her orgasm, but now her body was all keyed up again and she was eager to get hr hands back into her pants.
Betty kept her face at the drooling pussy for a few minutes, by the time Ann had her hand on her cunt again, she saw the little pervert crawling out from her position between Sarah's legs. She crawled up over Sarah's body and reached the girl's face with her own. Their mouths came together and Betty shared her treasure of a mouthful of gism with the woman whose cunt she'd gotten it from.
They kissed and pound their faces together with the thick, slippery fluid overflowing their open mouths. When they moved their heads apart, Ann saw their faces shining with the smeared cream.
Then Sarah pushed Betty off her and into a standing position. She slid down to the floor between Betty's legs, and pressed her mouth to Betty's pussy. The guys remained on the couch, watching and relaxing with their pricks standing in their laps.
Sarah's mouth was directly below Betty's cunt, and Ann knew that Phil's gism must be running out of it and right down Sarah's throat. When the cunt was empty of cum, Sarah filled it with her tongue. Betty stood trembling as the older woman squatted between her legs.
Once again, Ann was rubbing herself into ecstasy outside the window. Voyeurism seemed like a slight aberration compared to what was going on in the room she was peeking into. The thought of going to the door and knocking, telling the Apples that she'd been out for a walk and had fallen in the mud, occurred to her. She was sure she could get hers if invited into the games, but she decided not to. She would play it cool, and get invited into their group another way. Besides, she didn't want to give up the pleasure of just watching.
The sight of Betty's gorgeous body standing in the middle of the room with Sarah on the floor eating her was truly monumental. The small chick stood still, her eyes closed, her tits rising and falling with her steady breathing, her legs spread. But as Sarah's head kept moving with the vigorous task of eating the cunt on her face, Betty's body began to sway and rock.
Ann watched with saucer-eyes as the chick's tits began to shake with the ever-increasing quakes of her body. Betty's face began to tighten into a lustful expression, and she steadied herself by holding onto Sarah's shoulders. Ann could see it was getting more difficult for her to stand there with that tongue wiggling round up her cunt, but she must have known what a fabulous sight it was for the guys.
As she neared her orgasm, Betty's body went through a series of wanton movements that showed every bit of the ecstasy she was feeling. She leaned over, curling her body in passion, but forced herself erect again. Her hips were bucking, but she kept her feet firmly planted, on the floor and held her cunt within the range of Sarah's snaking tongue. Her head was thrown back and from side to side, sending her long hair flying around.
As Sarah held on to the chick's thighs and kept her face in her cunt, Betty began to wail with desperation. The sound went right through Ann, and made her rub her clit with all her might. Before Betty stopped wailing, Ann was in a fit of climactic passion. She saw Betty crumble and fall to the floor like a fainting victim. Ann had her climax and gasped in exhaustion as she clung to the windowsill in an effort to remain on her feet.
The guys lowered themselves to the floor and stretched out Betty's crumpled body. Her tits were heaving with her rapid, deep breaths, but aside from that she looked dead. Ted crouched between her legs and lifted her hips to the tip of his hard prick. Sarah and Phil helped him impale the limp girl on his cock, and they held her while he pumped.
Ted kept his prick sliding for a while before Ann noticed his face showing the stress of ecstasy. Ann wondered if Betty could feel the prick in her; she wasn't showing any signs of it. Phil grabbed one of the girl's wobbling tits and his wife grabbed the other. Sarah put her other hand on her mound and made her middle finger disappear.
Ted came with grunts and groans, and relinquished his position to Phil. Sarah kept fingering herself and holding one of Betty's tits. Phil and Sarah came at about the same time. Then they were all content to lie on the floor as the fire in the fireplace kept them warm in their nakedness.
Ann had had enough, and she was getting chilly, what with her wet feet and mud-caked body. As long as there was a nude body in sight she'd be excited, but after what she'd seen it wasn't enough to hold her. She backed away from the house until she was hidden in the brush. The trip back across the field didn't appeal to her, and she thought of walking back along the road, but decided against it. If anyone saw her the news would be all over ton. She didn't feel like having everyone know that she had been walking down the toad late at night, covered with mud.
By the time she got home, she felt like she'd been in a battle – especially her cunt. She took off all her clothes outside so she wouldn't leave any muddy evidence in the house. Hiding her clothes in the basement, she could keep Tom from seeing them until she had a chance to wash them.
After a fast shower, she crawled in bed next to Tom, who'd been sleeping for hours. Her dreams kept the perversions she had witnessed alive in her head all night.