David Crane: Hot peeping wife

In one way, she was shocked and scandalized. Her mother was not only a cock sucker but, far worse, she sucked random cocks, so she was unfaithful, as well. It was a terrible thing to discover, and she felt that she should be disgusted by the knowledge. And yet, it hadn't rally affected her that way, at all.

Quite the opposite, in fact! The sight of her mother sucking the carpenter's cock had made the teenaged girl hungry for the same mouthful of cock. Both his cock and his cum had looked so yummy that her mouth was watering for a taste.

These considerations were all mixed up with the mystery of the spy holes.

She could only deduce one possible purpose. Her mother, at least, and most likely her father, as well, must be perverts who got their jollies by watching other people fuck. What were they called? Voyeurs, she thought. Yes, that was it. Imagine, finding out that your parents were kinky that way!

Yet, again, she could not feel the sense of disgust and outrage that she felt proper under the circumstances, for she had enjoyed looking through that hole, herself. How could she be upset at her mother and father for doing a thing that she, herself, had done?

It was all too confusing.

But one thing was perfectly clear in her mind.

Jeannie was absolutely determined that she was going to suck on a cock the very first opportunity she had. She recalled again how her mother's red lips had pulled and dragged on that fat prick knob and up that thick, veined cock stalk – how her nimble tongue had flared and flashed, laving and licking – how the man's cum had bubbled out. Although she had taken care of her cunt with her hands, her lips and tongue still yearned for a taste of prick.

Who, where and how? She wondered.

She thought of Ronny Parker, the guy she had jerked off some weeks ago. His prick was big, hard and potent. When she tossed him off, he shot plenty of that tasty-looking stuff out, in creamy loops and foaming coils. She knew for a fact that she would get a satisfying drink of cum out of his cock.

So that was who.

Where?

Not at the motel, that was certain. If her parents were truly voyeurs, there was no telling when they might be spying on a cock sucking daughter. Ronny didn't have a car. It wouldn't be private enough in the movie theatre. Why, of course!

The apartment!

The Jeffersons were living at the motel now. As managers, they had to, of course. But they still owned the high-rise apartment in town, and Jeannie still had her key! Why, it would be ideal. It would be just as if she were a grown up woman, inviting a man around to her own apartment to get his cock and balls well sucked and milked dry!

So now she knew who and where!

She didn't have to worry about how.

Jeannie knew exactly how to go about sucking a cock because she had watched her mother do it!

Jeannie hurried through the rest of her cleaning duties, put the cart in the storeroom and went into the office, looking as innocent as a girl could. All the while, she had thoughts of hard pricks in her fevered mind. There was no one at the desk. She wondered why. Then her mother and father came out from the living quarters at the back, and from the flushed and contented looks on their faces, Jeannie had a pretty good idea of what they had been doing. Did her dad know about the carpenter? It was hard to say. Who could tell, with perverts like her parents?

Jeannie said: "I've finished all the units, now. Will it be okay if I go down to the malt shop for a drink?" A nice, hot, creamy drink, she mentally added, just like you just had, Mom.

"Sure, honey," Marlene said.

Marlene smiled, and Jeannie looked at her lips, but all traces of cum were gone from them now.

"Won't be long." Jeannie said.

But plenty long enough to fill my mouth, she thought.

The horny girl left the office.

Marlene and Carl waited, hoping that some sexy young couple might check into the hotel for an afternoon fuck in the special room. They were pleased that Jeannie had gone out. The girl might wonder why they had both rushed down to one of the empty units.

They would not have expected their daughter to understand about such things.

Jeannie telephoned Ronny Parker from the telephone box down the road. The phone rang a few times, and she began to feel disappointed, thinking he was not at home. She was starting to think about other boys, wondering which of them would appreciate an unexpected blow job the most and which would produce the biggest cock and the most cum-filled balls.

But then Ronny answered. He sounded out of breath. "Hi, this is Jeannie," she said brightly. "Hello, Jeannie."

"Hop I didn't interrupt anything."

"Nothing much," the boy said, still puffing a little.

In fact, the telephone call had caught him in the middle of a hand job. He had been looking at the glossy centerfold of a magazine and pulling on his prick as he fantasized about the naked model. When the phone rang, he had been tempted to let it go unanswered because he hated to halt a hand job in the middle. But the thrill had not yet started to grip his prick, and he decided to see who was on the phone, figuring that he could always finish jacking off afterwards.

Now that he realized it was Jeannie Jefferson, who had jerked him off once, he was pleased that he had not pulled his own spunk out – just in case.

"I wondered if you might like to stop around this afternoon, Ronny. I haven't seen you in awhile," Jeannie said.

The boy's hopes soared, as did his prick.

"Sure thing," he said.

"You know where I live, don't you?"

"I thought you had moved to a motel or something."

"Well, yes. My parents are there now. But we still have the apartment, so I'll be there alone, Ronny." Her tone was openly suggestive. She giggled. "We can play records or something."

"I'll be right over!" he said.

"See you soon, Ronny," she said, and her lips made a smacking sound over the phone. Runny thought she was promising him a kiss. Had he been able to see the way her lips had pursed up, he might have had a different idea of what that moist sound promised – and he would have been right.

Ronny had some trouble getting his cock back in his pants.

His prick was hard as a crowbar, and he had to lever it in. Poor cock, he thought. He had jerked hard on it, exciting it, and now he was stuffing it back in his pants.

But he had every hope that Jeannie would empty his prick as she had once before. He supposed that they would neck and pet and she would let him play with her tits a while, then she would jack him off.

He didn't dare expect more.

Jeannie left the telephone booth and stood at the curb to hail a taxi. She felt very grown up, doing this – a woman taking a cab to meet her lover! And she wanted to get to the apartment quickly, too, so that she would have time to change her clothing. Her maid's uniform was kind of sexy, but she wanted to wear something really erotic to greet Ronny in.

A taxi pulled over.

Jeannie, on a whim, slid into the passenger seat up front, letting the driver get a good look at a lot of leg as the silky skirt rode high up her thighs. He wasn't bad looking and not too old, and the naughty girl was thinking that blowing cab drivers wasn't any worse than blowing carpenters. If she wasn't meeting Ronny – but she was.

The cab driver had to go without – but not being a mind reader, he never knew what he had missed.

The cab pulled up in front of the apartment building. Jeannie paid the driver and got out. She was pleased to see that the cab stayed at the curb as she went up the stone steps between the chipped stone lions, knowing that the driver was getting a last look at her ass and shapely legs as she ascended.

She entered the hallway and took the elevator up to the proper floor. She had let a boy grope her tits once, in that elevator, when he had walked her home from school. It had seemed very thrilling and naughty at the time. But now, with her mind absolutely made up to suck a prick, it seemed no more than adolescent foolery.