Ivan Cutdick - Sapphic Flames

Quickly, Jocelyn lay down on the bed. If she had not known the glass walls separated her on each side from the other beds she could have sworn it was all one big bed with herself in the center! Three carefully adjusted ceiling mirrors over her bed increased the impression. She could imagine how exciting it would be to watch a couple in one of the beds and at the same time watch herself frigging!

Getting to her feet, Jocelyn got the key to Apartment C. and went to the bedroom. She had left the lights on in her pleasure room. Not a thing could be seen through the mirrored wall!

Returning excitedly to the unusual room, Jocelyn began to remove her clothes. She couldn't help it! She just had to see herself naked on that bed! Besides, the pornographic photos got her terribly hot each time she went up or down the stairs!

She was down to her panties and bra when the telephone rang. Already starting to go down the steps, she suddenly stopped. It was the phone in the Palmer's bedroom that was ringing!

It sounded just as if she were in the room with the ringing phone! The room was made for audiovisual observing! From the sound of the phone, she knew she would be able to hear every sigh and groan, every murmur and panting, and probably the actual swish of pricks fucking cunts and the exciting sounds of a cocksucking!

She wondered if her room was soundproof. After all, she might like to moan and groan a bit herself! Getting her transistor radio, she turned it as loud as she could (which sounded like loud shouting), threw on a bathrobe, and went back to the bedroom of apartment C. Not a sound came through the wall! It was soundproof.

Later that day, after she had come off and put her clothes back on, she looked up the Livingston’s in the phone book. They were just the kind of tenants she wanted now! Every time the attractive young couple shut themselves in their bedroom for a hot time, she would be right in there with them!

The newlywed couple returned to look at apartment C again the next evening.

"How much were you thinking of, Mrs. White?" the young husband asked. "You said over the phone you might be willing to lower your offer."

"Well, I got to thinking I was trying to squeeze too much money out of it." Jocelyn smiled. "So, if you two really want the place, I'll let you have it for $500 per month, which is what the Palmer's pay."

"Oh, wonderful!" said the girl. "Oh, thank you so much! We just love the furnishings and everything!"

"I'm so glad you do," Jocelyn murmured. "Now, why don't I leave you two here to get acquainted with the place on your own for a while and then come over to my apartment and sign the lease. When would you be moving in?"

"Oh, a couple of weeks, I guess," said the young man. "Unless that's too soon?"

"Oh, no!" laughed Jocelyn as she was walking out the door. "That's perfectly fine!"

Shutting the apartment door, she hurried to her own apartment and raced into the hallway, flicked the switch under the table, and quickly climbed the stairs to her viewing room. She had been right! The Livingston’s had gone into the bedroom. Reaching under her bed, she found the audio-control panel she had discovered earlier that day and tuned in the Livingston apartment.

"Oh, Kit!" the young bride was exclaiming. "What a mirror! We'll be able to see everything!" “That gets you hot, honey?" grimed Kit. "Mmmmm! Doesn't it, though!"

"Well, let's see, now. Mrs. White is on longer here, so let's have a nice, long tongue kiss together!"

"Yes, let's! If we get a little closer to the mirror, we could even see our tongues!" Amanda giggled.

At the sight of the young married couple kissing, Jocelyn wiggled out of her panties and lay on her bed, with her skirt pulled up around her tits and her legs well spread. Plunging her hand into her yearning pussy, she began to give herself a good time!

"Mmmm, darling!" breathed Amanda. "Your tongue is so naughty and exciting!"

"How about fucking, honey?"

"You mean, right now? Here!"

"Sure. Why not?"

"Oh, Kit, I’d love you to fuck me! You know how much I love to have you fuck me! But, not yet! Not until we move in. Then, I want you to fuck me every night for a year! Oh, I love your fucking so!"

"Okay, honey, we'll wait. But, give me a feel of your hot cunt!"

"Here!" the young bride cried, hoisting up her skirt and pulling her panties down. “Here! Feel it! Oh, feel me up, darling!"

Kit clamped his hand on his wife's cunt and Јrigged her much the way Jocelyn was doing to hers ell as she bore witness to the lewd fondlings of the sensual young husband.

"Oh, Kit! Suppose Mrs. White comes back? Stop frigging me, darling, please!"

"Then, stop pressing your hand on my prick! Yes, I know you knew it was hard and hot right under these pants!"

"Mmmm! It certainly is big and hard!"

"I'm saving it for later to better fuck you with, my dear!"

"Oh, yes! I wish you would! Yes, yes!"

"Cool it, my love! I'll ram my big, hard tool up your frothing, little pussy as soon as you beg for it and not before!"

"Wait 'til tonight, Kit! Oh, God! Will I beg for it!"

Eagerly, Jocelyn stretched stark naked upon her bed in the pleasure room, her hands thrust into the hairy juncture of her thighs, playing nice and easy with pussy! The Palmers had returned from their vacation at last! The forty-odd-year-old couple had spent the last hour or so unpacking and putting away their clothes.

Brad Palmer, Jocelyn saw, was an unusually large man. His heavy, muscular frame was at least six feet two or three inches tall, and he certainly weighed far over two hundred pounds! Jocelyn intuitively knew he had a big dong!

As she slowly massaged her cunt, Jocelyn waited for the couple to strip. Brad skinned himself to the waist while he worked, and, Jocelyn murmured in her admiration of the older man. His belly was round and big, and his breasts were like soup plates, but he looked the opposite of being soft and flabby. He was one big man! Jocelyn felt her lips moisten as she thought of the prick and balls he must have dangling between his thick thighs!

Phyllis, for her part, took off her skirt and went in her brief panties and blouse-as tempting a sight as could be, Jocelyn thought! Anxiously, she listened for any scrap of conversation the sexy couple might engage in. Finally, after all the bags were unpacked, she was rewarded.

"Honey!" whispered Brad, slipping his hands around his wife's waist, but up under her blouse where he could feel warm, bare flesh, "I feel hot for you!"

"Mmmm! Mmmm! Good!" she laughed. "It's about time, you big, lovely prick! I want it bad, darling! Oh, Brad! Give me a lot tonight!"

"Oh, yes, baby! I'll give you every inch I've got of good, solid prick! Like that idea?"

"Mmmmmm! Oh, shit, darling! I love it! You know how much I love big, fat prick!"

By this time, Brad was feeling his wife's big tits all he wanted with both hands! Phyllis squirmed in sheer delight at the wonderful sensations coursing through her at the skin-feel! She obviously loved to have her titties played with, and, Jocelyn, who loved the same, played with her own large pair as she watched!

Soon, Phyllis was stripped, her big, bushy cunt as pretty a female organ as Jocelyn ever drooled over! Then, the wife started on Brad and pulled his clothes off him with evident relish. Jocelyn gasped at the size of his red, fat prick! The fucking thing was over ten inches long! What a wang!

"Lap my cunt, darling! Please, just a little!" pleaded Phyllis.

"Get it naked, honey, and feel my tongue eating you a second later!"

This was exactly what Jocelyn saw happen as the large-pricked, handsome man draped over his lewd wife's nude body, sucking and licking and lapping at her oozing organ!