Clint? She'd almost forgotten about him as she brought herself off. Dizzily she crawled over to the fence and peeked over it, just in time to see her handsome teenaged son shooting thick wads of come into the air. Some of the glistening globs were caught in the streaming light from the house and Teddi froze, positive that Angie and Greg would notice.
"Awwww, shit, awwwww," Clint softly groaned.
To Teddi's relief, the young couple didn't see or hear him. Angie still had her eyes tightly closed as she moaned and climaxed, and Greg's flushed face was buried in her smoking gash.
Finally she went still, and he raised his cream soaked face and grinned at her. Angie had a big satisfied smile on her rosy-checked face as they locked glances.
"Mmmmm, honey, you're the greatest," she grinned.
"Do I deserve a treat?" Greg leered.
"You sure do," she said. "Just name it."
"How about rolling over for me?" he said, rising to his knees and showing her his stiff drooling cock.
Angie eyed his hard-on and licked her lips. Teddi felt her own lust rushing back, even though she'd just climaxed violently. That was what she really needed and craved right now, a thick hard cock to ream and cream her neglected cunt. She'd have given anything to trade places with Angie.
No chance of that, however. Angie was already rolling into the doggie position, shoving her cute little ass in Greg's direction as she crouched on her hands and knees. Greg grinned broadly as he knelt behind her and plugged the fat purple head of his cock into her moist and steaming cunt mouth.
"Ooooo, yes, baby, shove that big thing into me," Angie squealed, clawing the bed.
Stretching her delicate cunt lips wide, Greg pushed into her, easing his thick prick deeper and deeper into her velvety hot cunt hole. Angie
gurgled with delight and thick hot cream spurted out around his cock and ran down her legs. Teddi could have screamed with lust and envy. She ached to feel Jim's massive prick invading her cunt and throbbing deep inside her.
There was more harsh excited breathing from Clint, too. As a virgin he was probably wondering just how it felt inside a girl's cunt, just what Greg was experiencing as he sheathed his cockmeat in his wife's juicy pussy hole. It was safe to bet that Clint was getting another hard-on, just as Teddi's pussy was flaming with need again.
"Ooooo, shit, ooooo," Angie squealed.
Greg was pistoning his cock in and out of her cunt, doing it to her fast and urgently. His flat belly slapped rhythmically against her ass and her petite body shuddered with the impact of his fucking. But she wasn't complaining about his roughness. She seemed to love it. The faster and harder he fucked her, the more she squealed and moaned.
"I love it, Greg, honey, don't ever stop fucking me," she sobbed.
Teddi fought the urge to play with herself again. Nothing could replace what she really needed tonight. She needed her man, and she needed his iron-hard cock pounding in her cunt. Sadly she zipped up her jeans and ignored the ache in her pussy, an ache she couldn't ease
alone.
She fought her blazing lust as Greg fucked Angie toward a body-blasting climax. The littie blonde whimpered as the first delicious shockwave shook her, then broke into sustained hoarse moans. A second later Greg was yelling with lust and blasting his load.
"Oooooo, Greg, whaahhhhhh!" Angie screamed.
"Ahhhhhh, fuckin' Christ, aaagggghhhhh!" Teddi saw more glistening wads of jism shooting up from the other side of the fence; a sign that Clint was getting himself off yet again he was tireless. She sure could use a lover like that, she thought dryly, somebody who could fuck her till all her frustration was gone, all her stored-up lust satisfied.
CHAPTER THREE
Of course Teddi knew exactly what was the matter. She wasn't getting fucked enough. No mystery there. The question was, what to do about it. She wouldn't consider leaving Jim and finding a man who could spend more time with her. She loved Jim and always would, and she also didn't believe in cheating.
Ask Jim to quit his time-demanding job? He loved trucking and they needed the money. There seemed to be no way out of her dilemma. And meanwhile another crisis had come up. She'd discovered that their only child was a Peeping Tom, and she didn't know how to handle that. Once again she wished Jim were home. He'd know what to do about Clint.
All the next day Teddi debated whether to confront the boy with her knowledge of his peeping activities. She might have some effect on him, but then again, he might just ignore her and go on doing it. Maybe it would be better to wait and let Jim handle the situation. On the other hand, shouldn't she nip Clint's naughty habit right in the bud?
By evening she still hadn't decided what to do. She and Clint watched a little TV, but as soon as it was totally dark outside, he began to get restless. If Teddi hadn't known better, she'd
have wondered if he was a Vampire. Total darkness always took him out to prowl. But now slit knew why.
"I think I'll go out for a while, Mom," he said at last.
"Okay, honey, but I'd like to know where you're going," Teddi said.
"Why?" Clint replied. "You never asked before.
That was true, but Teddi persisted. "I know," she said, "and that wasn't right. Mothers should always know where their kids are."
"Well, I'm just gonna go hang out with some of the guys," Clint lied.
Teddi didn't push it any further. She'd just been curious about what he'd say. As soon as he was out the door, she was slipping into the dark sweater she had ready, then leaving the back way and following him. Why, she wasn't sure. She already knew what he was going to do. But something was compelling her to follow.
Clint walked farther tonight. The younger couple's window was dark. Probably they were out to dinner or the movies, and there wouldn't be any show till later. He continued for several more blocks down the dark and empty alleys, then stopped abruptly. Teddi sensed that, he'd noticed a brand-new and exciting opportunity to peep.
He stood very still, looking to his right. Teddi quietly caught up with him but remained directly behind him where he couldn't see her. He was looking into another lighted bedroom window where someone hadn't drawn the shades. A beautiful red haired young woman was sitting at a dressing table and brushing her long flame colored hair.
Teddi could understand why Clint was electrified. This girl was gorgeous. She was wearing a cream-colored satin nightie and matching robe and the nightie was low-cut, showing a lot of her large shapely tits. Teddi could imagine Clint's cock stiffening as he watched this luscious creature and fantasized about her.
It was a small town and everybody knew everybody else. The lovely young woman was Linda Foster, the wife of an ambitious young attorney who was hoping to become mayor someday. He'd married a prominent Eastern society girl and some folks said Linda was bored pissless already in this little Western town. The marriage was only about a year old, but already she was restless, or so the gossip said.
She certainly looked bored tonight. Teddi happened to know that her husband, Frank, was at a meeting and probably wouldn't be home till quite late. Linda brushed her hair very slowly, as if she had nothing else to do, and occasionally she gave a great big yawn, naturally unaware
that he had an audience.
Clint finally unfroze and slipped quickly into the back yard. Teddi watched him discover a comfortable place to sit under a tree, in deep shadows where he couldn't be seen. She found herself a place, too, behind him and against a hedge. They both had a perfect view into Linda Foster's bedroom. Now all they needed was some action, but it didn't look as if they were going to get any.