Connie Hansen let out a yelp of surprise as the front doorbell rang. She wasn't expecting any company. She stuffed the rest of the giant chocolate bar she had been eating under the corner of the kitchen tablecloth and hurried to answer the door. Her heart was pounding. She always felt guilty when she was eating fattening foods when she was supposed to be dieting. She licked her lips quickly. She hoped the chocolate crumbs were all gone.
"Well, hello!" she murmured in surprise. Steve Brown, the tall, good-looking photograph her who had just moved in across the street was standing there. He had a big smile on his face and he was carrying a camera.
"Hi, Connie," he answered, following her into the living room. "Sorry to barge right in like this but I'm desperately in need of a model and Tiffany's gone shopping. I wondered if you'd fill in for her. I'd pay you, of course…"
Connie couldn't believe her ears. "Fill in?" she squeaked. "You… you… you mean you want me to model?" Her face turned bright pink with excitement.
Steve smiled. Everything was working out just as he had planned it. He could tell that Connie was thrilled with a little flattery. Now all he had to do was flatter her some more and he was sure that she'd go along with anything he'd suggest.
"You look surprised, Connie," he said, moving over and tipping her chin, up to study her face. He whistled softly. Then he smiled broadly and sighed.
"I wish all women had your bone structure," he murmured, looking straight into her eyes. "You've got the perfect face for a model."
He let his eyes travel down her body, moving slowly all the way down to her feet and then up again, lingering a bit on her plump, rounded tits. Then he smiled disarmingly.
"I don't suppose you'd consider modeling nude, would you Connie? I'd certainly never tell anyone if you would. I'd just love to take some shots of that voluptuous body of yours. I could probably sell the print to a men's magazine. You're the pin-up type, all right!"
Connie gasped audibly. She blinked her eyes, almost afraid that she was dreaming and that when she opened them again, Steve Brown, with his flattering comments, would disappear into thin air.
Connie opened her eyes slowly. He was still there. She wasn't dreaming. This was real. She blushed, her face turning fire-red.
"Oh, you can't really mean that!" she chided. "You're just saying that to make me feel good, aren't you?"
Steve grinned. "Are you kidding?" he teased. "Listen, Connie… I've had my tongue hanging out after that beautiful body of yours ever since we moved in! You just don't know what an effect you have on me, Connie. Just look!"
He patted the front of his trousers. She looked down and gasped again. Her face turned even brighter red. Steve certainly wasn't lying about that. Any fool could see that he had a hard-on. She stared at his crotch. His prick was straining against the fabric so hard that she was almost afraid that the material would split.
Connie held her breath. She had never been so terribly embarrassed. The things Steve was saying were thrilling but they were embarrassing too. She had never had a strange man tell her that her body was beautiful. Even Rod never told her that.
Connie sighed. Then she forced herself to meet his eyes. "Do… do you really think I'm sexy?" she asked in a shaky voice.
Steve laughed loudly. "Do I think you're sexy?" he repeated, reaching out and pulling her tightly against him. "Didn't I just show you how sexy you are? You saw how hard my cock is, didn't you?"
"Steve!" Connie yelped, struggling to get free. "Don't do that! What if someone sees us?"
"Who's to see?" Steve questioned, smiling broadly. "Tiffany's downtown and Rod's at work. There's nobody here but you and me, and I sure won't tell if you don't."
Connie felt the warm flush spread across her face. It traveled lower and lower until it reached her pussy and made it hot and wet. She let herself be pulled closer in Steve's embrace. Her mind was whirling now. It was hard to think. Her pussy was getting hotter and hotter and the demands of her sexy body were almost impossible to deny. She knew that if she didn't break away from Steve's embrace now, she wouldn't be able to at all. She would be caught up in the whirling lust and horny commands of her hot, wet cunt.
"Don't fight it, Connie," Steve soothed her in a low, husky voice. "Just let me show you how much I want you. Let me make you feel good, Connie. I can make you feel better than you've ever felt in your whole life. I can show you thrills that you've never had before. Let me try, Connie. Just let me try!"
Connie shivered with lust. The more Steve promised, the hornier her spasming pussy became. She could feel the hot pussyjuice squish between her puffy cuntlips and coat the whole length of her cuntslit with rich, slippery oil. She could feel Steve's hard cock pressing up against her leg and she wanted to know exactly how big it was. She wanted to touch it and see if he was really as horny as he claimed. She pressed up a little closer to the hard bulge in his pants and heard him sigh deeply.
"That's it baby," he murmured. "See what you do to me? You make my cock big and hot. That's all for you, Connie! Every bit of my hot, hard prick is for you!"
Connie felt the room start to whirl around her. She knew that she was lost in a pool of passion. Her lust was too great. Her needs were too strong to deny. She would have to satisfy her horny, pussy. There was nothing else she could do.
Connie thought about Rod for a fleeting instant. She tried to concentrate on how shocked Rod wouldn't be if he knew what she was about to do. It didn't work though. All she could think about was Steve's immense cock pressing against the warm softness of her inner thigh. She didn't care what Rod would think. Nothing mattered except the crying need in her hot cunt. Nothing counted except satisfying her own horny desires.
Tiffany. Brown was not shopping as Steve had told Connie. She was so close that she could hear everything Steve was saying. She was standing right outside the window, watching Steve seduce Connie.
Tiffany felt her pussy go soft and hot as Steve came closer to success. She heard Steve soothe away all Connie's objections with his promises of horny delights. She really wanted to stand and watch Steve slide his long, hard prick in Connie's cunt, but she couldn't.
Tiffany had work of her own to do. She had agreed to initiate Bettylou into the wonders of woman-love. She had bet Steve that she could suck and lick Bettylou's hot pussy and she didn't want to waste any precious time.
Tiffany straightened her hair and rang Bettylou's doorbell. She smiled as she heard footsteps coming down the hall. Bettylou was going to be mighty surprised to see her standing there. She wasn't exactly the drop-in-for-coffee type.
Ten minutes later, Tiffany was even more confused. Bettylou had served a cup of coffee and then she had sat across the table and stared at her. She acted as if she was waiting for something. Tiffany had the distinct feeling that Bettylou knew exactly why she had come over and she was just sitting there, waiting for the seduction.
There was a long moment of tense silence. Tiffany felt a blush spread over her face. This wasn't exactly working out the way she had planned. Bettylou's whole attitude was making her very uncomfortable. Tiffany cleared her throat nervously.
"What's the matter, Tiffany?" Bettylou asked with a knowing little smile. "You act as jumpy as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs! What's on your mind, anyway?"
Tiffany jumped as if she'd been shot. Now she was sure of it. Bettylou knew. Somehow Bettylou had found out what was happening and now she was sitting there, just waiting for Tiffany to do something. The whole feeling made Tiffany doubly nervous and she licked her lips anxiously.
"Why, there's nothing on my mind at all, Bettylou," she replied, trying to stay cool and poised. It was impossible. Bettylou's big, blue eyes bored straight into hers. Then it happened. Tiffany almost jumped up and ran. Bettylou had winked.
Bettylou opened her mouth and laughed. She knew she had the upper hand. Poor Tiffany looked so apprehensive that Bettylou was afraid she would get up and run for home if she didn't say something to set her at ease. With difficulty, she stopped laughing.
"Oh, don't get all nervous, Tiffany," she said with a giggle. "I'm sorry… guess it's my, humor, getting the best of me again. I just couldn't resist laughing, though. See, I know why you, came over here this morning. Not only that, I know exactly where Steve is too!"
Bettylou sat back with a comfortable sigh. She smiled happily at Tiffany, ignoring her puzzled expression.
"I think you have a great idea!" she beamed. "It's just what this ole stuffy neighborhood needs! You can count me in on any swinging you want to do! You're gonna' have to convince Kenny, though. He's a little bit of a stuffed shirt. I bet you could do it, though, Tiffany. He wouldn't be able to say no if you were to try to seduce him! No, he just wouldn't have any will power at all!"
Tiffany's mouth dropped open. She couldn't believe what Bettylou was saying. It was just too good to be true. Bettylou knew all about their plan for livening up the neighborhood and she was willing to help.
"You're an absolute doll!" Tiffany exclaimed, almost knocking over her coffee cup in her hurry to run around the table and hug Bettylou. "You're a fox, though. You knew all along, and you didn't let on until just now. You really had me sweating!"
Bettylou giggled. Her eyes twinkled merrily. "I wonder how Steve is coming along over at the Hansens'," she mused. "I sure wouldn't mind sneaking over there and peeking in at them. I'd like to see Connie's tits."
"Let's go find out!" Tiffany giggled. "We can watch for awhile and then we can knock on the door at just the right moment. If we time it just right, we can all have a party!"