Hot peeping wife

CHAPTER TWELVE

Jeannie was already up and dressed in her maid's uniform by the time that Samantha and Martha drove off. Normally, Jeannie was inclined to linger in bed in the morning, finger-fucking herself, in no hurry to get about her tasks. But today was different. She wanted to get her work done early, so that she could meet Ronny and have lots of time for fucking and sucking at the apartment.

Her parents were still in bed.

Jeannie went down the line of units with her pushcarts changing the linen and emptying the ashtrays. When she came to the room with the spy holes in the wall, she wondered if it had been occupied and, if so, whether there had been any lewd behavior which her mother and father might have witnessed.

She inspected the bed.

Something had sure been happening in that bed, for the sheets and even the pillowcases were damp and sticky. It gave naughty Jeannie a thrill. She knew what cum tasted like now – lovely stuff it was, too! She knelt down and began to lick the moist sheets.

That was funny.

It didn't taste like cum – not quite.

She knew what cunt juice tasted like, of course, because she often licked her fingers while she was giving herself a hand job, and those sticky sheets tasted like that. She guessed that some lucky lady had been fucked to a frazzle and had come time and again while a thoughtful gentleman held his own spurting climax back or poured it so deeply into her pussy so that not a drop spilled onto the sheets.

Then she recalled seeing two women leave. This was the only room that had been occupied at this end of the motel, so it must have been them. Why, they must have shared a bed and finger fucked themselves! Or maybe they had finger fucked each other! Or – gee whiz! Maybe they had even sucked each other off!

These were inspirational thoughts for a horny little teenager, and Jeannie was more eager than ever to get her work done so that she could phone Ronny and arrange to meet.

She knelt down to change the linen.

What was that under the bed?

Jeannie reached under and drew it out. She held it up, frowning. Then she gave a little gasp as she realized it was no wonder those sheets were soaking, if two horny women had been sharing a rubber prick!

And it was a delightful-looking prick, too. Jeannie held it to her lips and licked. There was no doubt that it had been used, for it was basted in cunt juice! Her tongue curled and coiled around it as she tasted the flavorsome stuff. If cunt juice was as tasty when you sucked it out, all hot and bubbling from a cunt, as it was second hand, she could see why some girls liked to eat pussy.

She wouldn't have minded snacking on a cunt, herself.

Maybe she would, someday, with the right girl. But she was more interested in cocks, now. She was mainly interested in Ronny's big cock, of course. But Ronny was not there with her.

And that big rubber cock was right in her hand.

Jeannie grinned impishly.

She decided that she had better find out what it felt like to have a cunt full of the pleasant-looking prick. After all – a cock in the bush was worth two in the hand – if the bush happened to be that curly one that surrounded her steaming cunt!

The girl had an idea that her pussy was going to get awfully juicy in a moment, and remembering how thoroughly those sheets had been soaked, she figured it would be wise to take her uniform off before she got it all wet with pussy juice. She put the dildo on the bed and removed her clothing. Then she lay down on the bed and prepared to give her cunt a nice long fucking.

The girl was so aroused and excited by the prospect that she did not give any thought to the fact that she was in the special room and that there were spy holes in the wall.

She slowly pushed the fat prick up her cunt.

Oh! It felt wonderful!

She began to fuck herself merrily towards a climax.

Carl got out of bed quietly, so as not to wake his wife.

He was wondering if the two women were still in the motel room. He wanted to sneak down and peek in to see if they might be giving each other a morning suck or dildo fuck.

But he also had another idea.

Carl did not understand the psychology involved in such matters. He was rather naive, and he had always figured that the only reason two women would fuck each other was because they did not happen to have a man to stick it to them.

Now he wondered if he should offer his services.

If those gorgeous gals liked a rubber prick – why, they would simply adore his real-life cock!

It seemed logical to him.

He would peek through the spy holes, and when the girls were all worked up and horny from fucking each other, he would knock on the door and very politely offer to let them use his cock!

As soon as he had left the bedroom, Marlene opened her eyes, for she had not really been asleep. Marlene had been having some ideas of her own. They, too, concerned the girls in that secret observation room. Marlene had no experience of lesbianism and, in her way, was as naive about it as her husband was. But she was fascinated, too.

Those girls had obviously been having an awful lot of fun and had enjoyed what they were doing tremendously.

Marlene wondered if they might like to suck her cunt, too.

The idea of lying back with her legs spread while two sexy women took turns tonguing her creamy pussy was thrilling.

She even thought that she might like to suck them, too – just to see what it was like.

Marlene slipped into a robe and, not realizing that Carl had gone there, headed for the observation room with very much the same plan in mind that her husband had.

Jeannie was stuffing her cunt with extreme enjoyment when she heard the door of the ad joining room open and softly close.

She suddenly remembered that she could be seen!

Oh, golly! It must be Mom or Dad! she thought in panic. She didn't know what to do. There was no time to flee. Should she pluck the dildo out of her cunt and try to hide it? Or should she stuff the damned thing all the way up and hope they didn't notice the leather straps dangling out of her cunt? But even if she managed to hide the rubber prick, they would see her naked on the bed! They would assume that she was finger fucking herself.

The she saw the only solution.

Since she was naked, there was no way they could identify her as their daughter unless they saw her face.

Jeannie dragged the soaked pillowcase off the pillow and pulled it over her head.

Now, if she was lucky, her mom and dad would merely think that the occupant of the room was a member of the KKK.

She felt secure now, under the mask.

She even grinned.

Those naughty parents of hers had probably seen her finger fucking herself plenty of times through that treacherous two-way mirror. Now she thought that she might as well put on another show for them. As long as they didn't know who she was, it would be kind of exciting, and anyhow, that dildo felt so good that she did not want to stop using it simply because she was being watched.

The naughty teenager began to fuck the rubber cock in and out of her cunt again, squirming and writhing with pleasure as the fat prick filled her cunt so full.

Carl watched, panting.

The dildo came out slippery with cunt juice, then vanished, squishing, up her juicy cunt. What a sight!

But where was the other girl?

He listened, but he couldn't hear the shower running.

There's only one answer, he thought. The tall, dark girl must have left during the night. Now this blonde – identifiable by her light cunt bush – was all alone and still horny. He did notice that her cunt hair was not quite the same color as it had been the night before, but he merely assumed that was because the curly thicket was so soaking with cunt juice that it had changed its shade.

Why should he think otherwise?

And why should a girl want a rubber prick when she could have the real thing – hot and stiff and full of jism?

He knew she must be a very kinky girl, for why else would she be wearing a pillowcase over her head?

Carl figured he was going to get lucky.

He took a last look through the spy hole, then slipped from the room and went next door. He tried the door. It was open.

He entered the room with great expectations.

Oh, golly, thought Jeannie, when she head her father come in.

She hadn't figured on this.

But what could she do? She couldn't whip the pillowcase off and reveal her identity. Yet, if she kept it on, he was going to try to fuck her. It was a terrible dilemma for a girl to face.

If she let him fuck her, it would be incest! Incest was terribly naughty and it was all the more exciting, because it was so wicked.

Under the safety of the pillowcase, she grinned.

Marlene had just came into the courtyard when she saw her husband emerge from the motel room and go next door. She hesitated, frowning. Carl slipped into the room and closed the door.

Why, that dirty bastard! thought Marlene. He must have sneaked in there to see if he can fuck those women!

But then her frown smoothed out, and she grinned.

Just as I had planned to, she thought.

And how could she be angry at him for doing the same thing that she wanted to do? Marlene hurried across the courtyard and slipped into the room next to the one in which her husband had just disappeared. She moved to the spy hole.

Marlene was not a jealous woman.

But she could sometimes be envious.

And when she saw what was happening in the next roam, she got very envious indeed.

Carl stood just inside the door.

The girl on the bed had a pillowcase over her head and a big rubber prick stuck up her cunt.

"Uh, can I be of service?" Carl asked.

The girl raised the edge of the pillowcase slightly so that she could peer out, but her face was still hidden in the shadows. Marlene wandered why she was masking herself that way. Then she decided that she must be a basically shy girl who, ashamed to be giving herself a dildo fuck, had wanted to bury her head like an ostrich. Or else she had somehow guessed that a man might make himself available and, being a lesbian, was ashamed of that situation.

Marlene figured that was likely. Masked, a lesbian might well fuck a man, as long as she didn't have to look at him – might pretend he was a self-propelled dildo, perhaps, or a woman wearing one of those rubber cocks. She knew nothing about lesbians, but she knew what she liked! Grinning lewdly, she opened her robe and cupped a hand over her burning cunt and settled down to watch.

The masked girl did not speak.

"I noticed that you were… lonely," said Carl. "I mean – I noticed that your friend had left you alone. I've got a real cock here, if you're interested."

The girl still did not speak, but he took that as a promising sign. She had made no protest.

Carl opened his fly and hauled his big cock out.

He thrust his hips towards the bed, putting that towering hunk of cock meat on display.

The girl's eyes gleamed from the masking shadows.

She slowly pulled the rubber prick out of her cunt and tossed it to the side. Vacated, her cunt bubbled and a stream of pussy nectar poured down her crotch.

Standing where he was, Carl whipped his clothing off.

He advanced on the bed, prick first, his big cock before him like the figurehead of a ship. The girl drew her knees up slightly and spread her thighs farther apart.

It's funny that she hasn't said a word, he thought, but it doesn't matter. It won't be possible to kiss her, either, with her head in a pillowcase – but that doesn't matter, either. With a hot, wet cunt all ready for my cock, what do I care about kissing?

He knelt at the foot of the bed and slowly shuffled up into position over her loins.

Has she ever been fucked by a man before? He wondered.

He hoped not. Maybe he could be the man who showed her the error of her way and saved her from a life of lesbianism!

She was clutching the pillowcase around her chin firmly now. He knew she must be a very shy and innocent girl, to be so concerned about hiding her face at a moment like this. He found it touching and endearing and stimulating, as well.

He fitted the big, blunt tip of his cock into her juicy cunt and moved it up and down, massaging her pussy entrance. The girl began to whimper and whine, and her hips jerked from side to side. Maybe she had never had cock before but she sure was eager to get it!

Carl began to push his prick into her cunt an inch at a time, feeding it in gradually and appreciating every inch.

He ran his whole prick in, burying his prick to the hilt, his big, hairy balls jammng against her crotch. His body was angled up, his weight taken on hands and knees, so that they were touching only at the vital point where his cock skewered her cunt.

She began moving first.

Her lithe loins humped and pumped, working her slippery, steaming cunt around on his cock. After a moment, Carl began grinding his prick in to her with log, rippling strokes. Her pussy was a lot tighter than his wife's, he calculated, but every bit as talented. Her soft cunt tunnel had molded itself to the contours of his cock, clinging to every inch of his prick shaft and knob.

They fucked together in frantic need.

Carl felt his balls swell as his hot load of cum prepared to propel itself into her cunt.

He heard the door open.

Missing a stroke in his confusion, he looked behind him and saw his wife enter the room. The girl lifted the edge of the pillowcase mad gave a little, muffled gasp.

Marlene advanced upon the bed.

But, Carl noticed she did not look unhappy. He gave her a sheepish grin, and she winked at him. After all, she had sucked off the carpenter. Why should she resent it if Carl gave a fuck to a guest?

Resentment was not at all what Marlene felt.

Marlene slipped out of her robe.

Carl was still pumping his cock into the girl, but his fuck-strokes had become faltering now, in his uncertainty.

"Oh, don't stop," said Marlene, kneeling beside the bed and leaning close so that she could get a good look at the fuck. Her face was contorted by lust, a mask as true as a pillowcase, in its way. She was leaning right in, her chin resting on the bed, as she watched the fat cock vanish up the girl's hairy cunt, then draw back out, covered with thick, creamy cunt juice.

"Shoot in her cunt, Carl," Marlene whispered, her voice husky with passion. "I want to see you come in her – and then I want to do something else, while you watch me."

Carl groaned, and the mystery girl whimpered.

He began to plow in steadily again, getting back into the fucking rhythm that was going to empty his balls.

"Come – come in her!" Marlene moaned.

The girl squealed, wanting that foaming load.

Carl blew his jism into her cunt in series of creamy spurts, feeling her cunt melt around his cock. Marlene was lapping her lips in ecstasy as she watched her husband empty his cock and balls to the dregs.

He pulled out.

The girl was still writhing and squirming, wanting more.

"Watch!" Marlene said.

And she opened her mouth and dipped her head down and began to suck on the girl's frothy cunt. Carl moaned in fascination as he watched his wife's lips working on the girl's wet pussy.

Marlene was slurping cum and cunt juice out of the steaming cunt and gulping it down, and the girl began to wail, coming again as those lips drew the thrill from her clit and her fuck hole.

"Ummmummmm," Marlene sighed and purred, finding that she loved the succulent flavor of hot, cum-soaked cunt.

It was too much for Carl. His big cock sprang back to a full, raging hard-on. He had to put it someplace. The girl's pussy was not available, for his wife's mouth was stuck to it like a suction cup. Then he remembered watching that girl take a dildo into her moutb! If she would suck a dildo, she would most certainly suck a real prick!

Her hands had moved down, gripping Marlene's head. She was no longer holding the pillowcase in place! Carl snatched it off her head and shoved his cock into her mouth. She sucked joyfully.

Carl was so hot that he shot his wad into her mouth before he realized that it was his daughter! But the joyous look on her face soon eased his shock, and he began to think of all the fucking, sucking and watching the family could do.