Across the Duplex Driveway

"Holy shit," muttered John. He began pounding his cock with a vengeance.

Joy's tongue danced against Mary's pussy lips until finally Joy stopped to breathe. Without saying a word, Mary knelt and lifted Joy's long legs up and on to the bed. Joy stretched out and closed her eyes in anticipation. Mary moved to Joy's feet, removed the sandals from each, and lifted one delicate foot to her mouth. Mary kissed and sucked on Joy's foot as if it was a most precious delicacy. Joy lay back and began to fumble with the buttons on her blouse.

John leaned toward his monitor and closely watched Joy's lacy black bra reappear, this time with hard nipples protruding from underneath. Mary moved her hands over Joy's ankles and along her tanned, trim legs until she reached the hemline of Joy's short skirt. Joy let out a quiet gasp when Mary's hand disappeared under the skirt. Joy lifted her hips and Mary's hands reappeared holding Joy's flimsy panties. After a bit of fumbling, Joy lifted her hips again and her skirt went the same way as her panties had gone.

Joy parted her legs slightly and a look of total lust came over Mary's face. Her eyes moved up and down Joy's body for a moment and then, with uncharacteristic quickness, Mary vigorously pressed her face into Joy's exposed pussy. Joy's reaction was instantaneous and positive. She grasped Mary's head and ground her hips against Mary's onslaught.

Goosebumps sprang up all over John. His heart pounded, his ears rang, and his hands shook. He had never felt so aroused in his entire life.

"Oh god...oh god...I'm gonna cum...oh sweet Mary...don't stop...please don't stop!" shouted Joy. "Kiss me there...yes, there...right there...oh sweet baby..."

An encouraged Mary increased her ardor. Her tongue flicked out over and over again each time finding Joy's clitoris and massaging the little nub tenderly, then roughly. An orgasmic wave seemed to sweep over Joy like a high mountain avalanche.

"Ohhhhhhhh, gawwwwwwd! Enough, oh Mary, enough...I can't take anymore. Oh god! It's too much!"

Mary refused to stop as Joy went over the precipice with moans of delight and anguish.

Finally, Joy tugged Mary away from her pussy and held Mary's hot body beside hers. Joy kissed Mary's full mouth and they locked in a tight, tender embrace.

"I can taste myself on your lips," Joy whispered quietly.

"You taste good," replied Mary.

For a very long while, Joy and Mary simply clung to each other and kissed, then they began to roll around on the giant bed, first with Joy on top, then with Mary in the superior position. They frolicked about until Joy pulled away and reached for the drawer of her nightstand.

The sight of Joy's vibrator evoked a look, at first, of surprise and then a big smile from Mary. Mary rolled over on her stomach and rested her head in her arms. Joy brought the little toy to life and began tracing with it between Mary's round buttocks.

"Oh my goodness," cried Mary, "that...that is fucking amazing."

Joy paused once again, searched around in her nightstand drawer and produced a tube of petroleum jelly. She squirted a glob in her hand and anointed the little toy with the lubricant. Amid Mary's moans and whimpers, Joy's hand and the vibrator disappeared between Mary's legs.

"Jesus, god!" moaned Mary. "FUCK ME...fuck me...fuck...me."

It barely registered with John that Mary had grown suddenly quiet. Her hips began to rock up and down. Joy slid her free hand under one of Mary's breasts and began to treat it roughly. That caused Mary's hips to move even faster.

From John's perspective, Joy appeared to be playing Mary's prone body like an organist. To do so, Joy knelt with her back to the computer camera. Joy's ass flashed repeatedly in John's direction. Her tiny, delicate sphincter seemed to wink at him again and again.

Mary writhed soundlessly as Joy increased her fervor. Soon Joy was plunging the vibrator in and out of Mary cunt while tugging and pulling on Mary's protruding nipples. Given the camera angle, John could easily see Mary's hairy pussy gaping angry red between her legs as Joy assaulted it with vigor.

Mary's head began to flail back and forth. Joy, however, was relentless. Even filtered through the computer's camera, it was obvious when Mary went over the orgasmic edge. But, for John something was not quite right.

Suddenly, it struck him. Mary Murray had an orgasm...a silent orgasm?

What's up with that? wondered John. Something doesn't fit?

Chapter 4

John was attempting in vain to sort things out in his mind when an out of place sound emerged from his computer's speaker and the two women flew apart.

A distant voice called out, "Anybody home?"

"We're in here, Levon," answered Joy.

John stared at the screen and, to his shock, a third person appeared in the room. Surprise was added to shock when a big smile broke out on Joy's face. Mary didn't seem as pleased.

Into the camera frame walked Levon Johnson, star running back on the College's football team and bonehead who sat disinterested every Tuesday and Thursday in the back of one of John's classes.

"What the fuck is this?" said John aloud.

"Well, ladies, what's up here? Naked pussy all over the place...yum, yum...hope I'm not interrupting," laughed Levon.

Joy simply continued to smile, while Mary sought to pull bedclothes over both their naked bodies.

"Too late for that my lovely bitches," whispered Levon.

"We'll show you ours, if you show us yours," laughed Joy.

"Joy, this is quite a...a...surprise," offered Mary, "one I'm not sure I like. Levon is one of Max's players, you know. I don't know what to say."

"Ms. Mary, we won't be letting the Coach Murray find out about this, will we?"

Mary remained very quiet.

"This is the little surprise, Mary, my sweet, that I told you about," laughed Joy. "I thought...I think you'll like it."

"I thought by surprise you meant something like a birthday present," smirked Mary.

"Well, he is a sort of present. Levon, why don't you show Mary your...ah...present."

John could not believe his eyes. It was as if a bad porn movie had suddenly come to life his computer screen. Yet, the characters in this bad film were very much like his neighbors. John couldn't seem to logically sort the whole scene out in his mind. First, the dignified Joy, woman of his dreams, was making it with another women...the coach's wife no less...and now, a very muscular black man was standing in her bedroom...and Joy obviously had planned the entire thing.

John couldn't get his arms around the scene unfolding before him.

"Jesus," muttered John as his quickly cleaned some smudges from his monitor.

The two women gathered the bedspread over their nakedness and sat quietly leaning back against the headboard while Levon slowly undressed for them. John heard quiet sighs when Levon pulled the tight tee shirt over his head. The muscles of his chest seemed to dance on their own as he did so. Levon's dark skin glowed in the subdued light of Joy's bedroom.

"And...," said Joy eyeing Levon's bulging crotch. "Brace yourself, Mary."

Levon smiled and slowly unbuttoned his jeans. In one swift motion, the jeans seemed to float away to the floor and there dangling between Levon's legs was an enormous serpentine cock, deep purple in color and amazingly hairless.

"Jesus," John gasped once again.

Mary echoed his expletive.

"My god, I thought Max was big, but...shit...it's huge," whispered Mary.

"You ain't seen nothing yet," laughed Joy.

"I need a little help catching up, don't you think?" said Levon. "A little help over here? Por favor?"

Joy looked at Mary wide-eyed.

"What do you think, Mary?"

"This is your party, sweetie. But, I won't mind watching," laughed Mary.

"We'll see how long you just watch."

John noted a certain low, huskiness in both women's voices.

"OK, watch this," said Joy.

The bedspread fell from Joy's lanky body as she crawled across the huge bed toward Levon. Levon inched closer to the foot of the bed and, without a moment's hesitation, Joy took his flaccid cock into her soft lips. Levon threw his head back and groaned.

Both Mary and John's jaws dropped at the sight. Dignified, always proper businesswoman, Joy Cooper, was sucking on the cock of a black college-aged student.

Almost instantly Levon's cock began to change. With each stroke of Joy's hands and mouth it grew thicker and longer until both of Joy's hands would not cover its length.

"Are you sure she won't tell Coach, Mrs. Cooper? That redheaded son-of-a-bitch would fuck up my NFL chances and then kill me if he found out."

Joy licked the underside of Levon's now hard cock with her long pointed tongue and smiled seductively.

"Don't worry, sweet Levon, he would not react very well to knowing who else has been licking his wife's pussy either...namely me! This is our little secret...forever. No one will ever know."

John laughed at the absurdity of that claim.

Joy pulled away from Levon to admire her handiwork. Levon's cock was rock hard, yet is sagged downward under it own weight. Instead of pointing upward, it seemed to point directly at Mary Murray. Veins bulged along its length and the dark tip resembled a cobra's hood.

"Want some?" asked Joy.

"God, yes," answered Mary. "But, I don't mind waiting my turn."

Without another word, Joy Cooper lay back and spread her legs vulgarly. Levon needed no instruction. He swooped down and immediately went to work on her tender clitoris with his long tongue. Mary was inches away watching intently. She began to chew her lip at the sight of Joy in obvious ecstasy.

Joy began to roll her hips around against Levon's face.

"Oh, god...oh, Jesus god," moaned Joy in a sort of stage whisper. "Oh, that's so good...oh, yes...right there...don't stop...yes, stay right there...oh, shit...I'm gonna cum again...ahhhhhhhh."

Joy flailed about while Levon hungrily continued to punish her pussy with his tongue.

"Enough...oh god...enough...I can't stand any more," squeaked Joy. "Stop, Levon...stop right now."

Levon ceased his pussy eating and looked at Mary Murray.

"Oh, my, I can't believe this," whispered Mary. "This is not happening. I know that I am dreaming."

Levon made is way around the bed and held his long cock in front of Mary's face. Tentatively, Mary reached out for the turgid member and gently touched its tip. A hint of moist dew graced its hole. Mary wiped the dewdrop of the cock with her finger and brought it to her lips. Levon smiled and gave his cock a long stroke. With that, a larger drop appeared on the tip.

Mary was about to kiss the massive cock when, by surprise, Levon suddenly turned her over on her stomach and reached for the petroleum jelly on the nightstand.

"Oh, no...oh...wait...oh god," said Mary. She suddenly seemed very afraid.

Levon smoothed clear ointment over his cock and then slapped it against Mary's now upturned naked ass. A strange popping sound came through John's speakers as Levon whipped Mary's buttocks with his cock. Joy maneuvered her head under Mary and found one of Mary ponderous breasts with her mouth. That distracted Mary for a moment and intensified Mary's shock when Levon thrust his cock into Mary's pussy from behind.

"Owwww," groaned Mary.

John watched in awe as Levon's cock disappeared and reappeared between Mary's legs. After an amazingly brief time, Mary went over the orgasmic edge whimpering all the while like a small child...but, whimpering quietly.

That just doesn't make sense, thought John. Mary, the moaner? The screamer?

After Mary collapsed in a exhausted heap, Joy moved to her hands and knees and wagged her ass in Levon's direction seductively.

"I've recovered, Levon...still have some left for little ole me?"

Levon moved over to oblige her and ceremoniously reapplied a glob of KY jelly to his cock. Joy smiled and wagged her ass at him again.

The look on Joy's face changed abruptly, however, when Levon's fingers and cock found another destination besides her pussy.

"No, wait, Levon, I can't stand that...it won't fit there. Please...wait...don't...no. I have never done that...oh, god...please.... OH, JESUS..."

Levon relaxed Joy's little sphincter with a finger load of petroleum jelly, aimed his giant, fully greased cock directly at the target, and pressed the tip of his cock into her ass.

"Oh, god...that hurts...that's good...that's bad...oh god, I don't know what I am saying...oh fuck me...fuck my ass! Wait...stop...god, it hurts...no...oh god!"

Levon pressed harder and slowly embedded his cock in Joy's ass hole. Joy suddenly went wild. She writhed all around the bed as Levon pumped his cock in and out of her delicate anus. The tight band obviously felt good to Levon. His eyes rolled back into his head and, for the first time, he became totally focussed on emptying his load. All his attention turned from the women to his own cock.

"AHHHHHH!" Levon shouted when at last he repeatedly blasted his cum deep into Joy's bowels.

At the same time, Joy had one of the most intense orgasms of her life...as did John, who came violently into the trash can at his desk. He fell back in his desk chair just as Joy, Levon, and Mary collapsed in a tangled mass of multi-colored naked bodies on the bed.

Just then, John heard his back door open and close. He quickly shut the Internet window on his computer and frantically zipped his pants leaving a massive glob of cum in his underwear.

He breathed a small sigh just as Julie returned from her errands.

"Hi, babe," she said with a smile, "Had a good afternoon?"

"Oh...routine," muttered John.

Later that night John lay awake while Julie softly purred in her sleep beside him.

What in the world is going on here? I watched my straight arrow neighbor get fucked by another women and a black football stud...and I was allowed to do so by a fucking computer whiz from Austria who planned the whole goddamned thing. Why did she arrange that? Who are these people?

It was as if John had been transported to another dimension or into some sci-fi type scenario. There were contradictions all over the place...all of which somehow made his dick hard.

John was jolted from his revelry. Julie suddenly was sitting up on the side of the bed.

"You ok, honey?" he said.

"Leg cramp," sighed Julie. "Will this baby never come?" Chapter 5

Two days later, John was at his desk grading papers and keeping his usual vigil over the duplex driveway. Julie had gone out, as always; Irma had left with the children in tow...her short shorts seemed to have been painted on her petite curvaceous ass; and if Max and Mary were home next door, John couldn't hear them.

A loud knock at John's backdoor interrupted his reading of yet another student's feeble attempt at communicating via the English language. John answered the knock and there stood Joy Cooper, obviously in an agitated state.

"I've come to negotiate," said Joy rather angrily.

"Negotiate?" said John with a questioning look.

"Look, let's get this settled somehow, ok?"

"I'm not sure what..."

"Cut the crap, shall we? I got your letter. You obviously have me in a, shall we say, awkward position. And, I want to put this to rest as quickly and quietly as possible. So...god, this is embarrassing...so, I am sure a deal can be struck between the two of us."

John found himself in utter confusion. Despite that, he also felt his heart rate increase because he was in Joy Cooper's presence. The sultry voice, the lean body, the marvelous eyes all combined to make John take notice, but he had no idea what had prompted this encounter.

"Letter?" John choked.

"Yes, did you somehow think I couldn't figure out that it was from you. Max Murray doesn't have enough of a brain to write his name, much less this!"

Joy produced a white piece of paper from behind her back and threw it in John's face. John caught it before it fluttered to the floor and unfolded it.

"Dear Joy,

What a naughty girl you have been! My only regret is that I have not had the same naughty pleasures as have others of our neighbors. Since likely you are confused at this point, let me make myself clearer. Two days ago, you were a bad girl and I have pictures to prove my accusation. Let's see if a few hints will stimulate your memory:

You, black bra. Mary Murray, black bushy bush. Both of you, black football star. Highlight of our drama, long black thing brings Joy joy from behind. And Ray is flying in the clouds, at least for now, but those pictures would bring him back to earth, true?

Think all this over carefully. Later I'll be in touch. I hope. In touch with you. I'm not after money. I want the same naughty pleasures.

Yours,

A Secret Admirer "

John stared at the letter. Beads of sweat forced themselves out of his forehead. His chest grew so tight that he feared that he was having a heart attack.

Irma, he thought. Fucking Irma! She is controlling us all. She wrote this letter. And, I am fucked once again.

"Look, Joy," John stammered. "I..."

"So, what do you want?" interrupted Joy. "Naughty pleasures, indeed. Well, you win, I guess. I fully understand my position and I have no other recourse. So, here's my part of the deal..."

Joy eyes narrowed.

"Ray never finds out about this. Never! I will not jeopardize my kids, my job, or my marriage. Same goes for Max Murray. He never finds out. All pictures get destroyed. No souvenirs. Plus, this situation doesn't linger. I pay my side of the deal and that's it. It...never happened. It's gone and forgotten...forever."

"Joy..."

"That is the way it has to be. Now what do you want in return?"

"I...I..."

"You said naughty pleasures, the same naughty pleasures...so...I guess that means this," wheezed Joy through clinched teeth.

With that, Joy started to unbuckle John's belt.

"Wait...Joy...wait..."

"Slower? You want it slow? OK, slow it is, but I want your word. Keep our deal and life goes on. Break it and, since my life will be ruined anyway, I will find you and kill you...after I cut off your balls...understand?"

"I understand," whispered John. "But, Julie..."

"Oh, yeah...your wife. Poor thing. You men are pigs, you know. But, if Julie finds out, then my life gets fucked up just as badly. So we cannot risk getting caught here. We should go back to my house. No one will be there for a long while."

Joy didn't wait for an answer. She turned on her heels and walked across the driveway. John simply stood gawking. At her backdoor, Joy looked over her shoulder as if to say, what are you waiting for, and then she disappeared inside.

John mind raced. Irma...Irma has it all figured out. She wrote the letter. She even knew that this would end up back to Joy's bedroom...where she can watch! But, why? Why is she doing this?"

At once, John small head began to take control of his big head when he realized the position he now enjoyed. He could have Joy Cooper! She was waiting for him! Just walk over there...and fuck her, he thought. It would be very wrong to do so, but on the other hand...

John ran across the driveway.

*****

Joy was waiting for him seated on the edge of her bed. Obviously, she had been crying.

"You have to tell me what you want," she said voice and hands trembling. "And, when we are done, you have to tell me how you saw everything. I have looked all over the place for a hidden camera..."

Just then Joy's eyes fell on the camera atop her computer...so obvious that it went unnoticed.

"Son-of-a-bitch...the computer."

John eyed the camera as well. Somehow, somewhere Irma was watching. He could feel it.

"So spell it out for me, big boy. This is your little piece of theater."