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Chapter OneHarold Davis, a shy eighteen-year-old, slouched down the street with his hands stuffed in his pockets, trying to look tough. A very pretty girl was coming his way. As he passed her, Harold tried to look like Humphrey Bogart. The girl burst into giggles."Shit," Harold muttered, blushing clear down to his toes.His tough-guy act obviously hadn't worked. Harold glanced into a shop window and studied himself. He was five-feet-eight, skinny, with big feet, horn-rimmed glasses, and an unruly shock of thick brown hair. If he looked like any movie star at all, it was Woody Allen. Harold sighed deeply.If only he'd develop some muscles, if only his shoulders would broaden, if only he had the kind of cool personality that drove girls wild . . Harold felt he desperately needed a girl. He seemed to be horny all the time. But at the rate he was going, he'd be a virgin till he was ninety.Sighing, he started home. The streets of his small home town seemed to be crowded with girls, or, from Harold's point of view, legs and tits and asses. He could feel his cock growing hard for the millionth time that day. He'd have to stop in an alley and jack off. He couldn't let his parents see him with a hard-on.By the time Harold slipped into an alley near his home, it had gotten dark. He hurried along, looking for some bushes to hide in. It wouldn't do if some neighbor caught him frigging himself. He wasn't proud of the habit, but what else could he do? With his appearance and his shy, awkward manner, he had about as much chance of getting laid as he did of becoming President.Halfway down the alley, Harold stopped still and gawked. At first he didn't believe what he saw. It was too good to be true.He saw a well-lit bedroom window, no curtains drawn. An attractive blonde woman had just come into the room and was starting to take off her clothes. Harold's eyes widened, and his glasses started to steam up. He crept closer. No, his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. The blonde was there, all right, unbuttoning her blouse.Harold scampered over a low fence and ducked behind a bush near the bedroom window. His heart was pounding. From here he had an excellent view of the woman, who was slowly unbuttoning her blouse and humming to herself. Up close, he recognized her. She was one of many customers he remembered from his summer job at the supermarket.Her name was Carolyn Masters, and she was recently divorced. Harold recalled the whale neighborhood gossiping about the way she and her husband had fought-screaming, arguing, and throwing furniture late into the night Finally Carolyn had had enough. She threw the guy out and kept the house for herself.She was tall, leggy, with a curvy little figure that made Harold steam lustily all over. Her hair was very light blonde. She was about thirty-six years old, but her pert face and sexy long-legged walk made her seem younger. Harold thought she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.As he watched avidly, Carolyn Masters finished unbuttoning her blouse and let the silky garment slide down off her shoulders. Harold felt his already stiff young cock give a violent lurch of excitement. Carolyn wore a black lace bra with cups the size of large oranges. Her tits weren't huge by any means, but they were round and jiggly and perfectly shaped.She went to hang up her blouse in the closet, and Harold allowed himself to breathe. He prayed his luck would hold, that she'd go on undressing and not remember to pull her curtains. He'd never seen a woman undress before. He'd never seen a real live naked girl.There's been pictures, of course. Harold read and devoured everything he could find about sex, from Penthouse to Masters and Johnson. He figured he must be the town's leading authority on sex by now. He'd come a long way since grade school when he and his buddies thought babies got made by kissing and came out the mother's belly button.Yes, Harold knew all there was to know about sex. Unfortunately, he had no one to practice it on.Carolyn turned away from the closet and reached for the zipper of her skirt. Harold froze, not daring to make the slightest sound. He sure as hell didn't want to blow this chance. She unzipped her short skirt briskly and let it fall down around her ankles. She stepped out of it, now clad only in bra and matching black lace panties. Harold's rampant young prick leaked a big hot drop of juice..Carolyn was certainly a neat and tidy person. She went to hang up her skirt in the closet. Harold's eyes followed her feverishly, adoring her tall coltish figure in the little black lace bra and panties. She wore red shoes with high narrow heels. The whole scene was blowing his mind, and he prayed it would last.After hanging up her skirt, Carolyn sauntered across the room and stopped at her dressing table. She picked up a brush and began to brush her long gleaming blonde hair. With every movement her plump round boobs quivered delicately, peeping over the top of her tight bra. Her taut round ass deliciously filled her clinging panties.Yes, it was too good to be true. Surely she'd remember about the curtains before she undressed any farther. He didn't have that kind of luck, at least not with girls, As far back as Harold could remember, he'd been bashful and clumsy, and girls had laughed at him. All the foxy chicks would have nothing to do with him. There was always some dog with a crush on him, usually the fattest girl in the class, but he never encouraged the dogs. He wanted only the beauties...Carolyn Masters was a beauty, all right. As he watched her brushing her hair, he couldn't help fantasizing how it would be to make love to her.His fantasies remained vague, though, because he was a virgin and had no idea what making out was really like. He'd never touched a girl before, never even kissed one.It was crazy, he thought. He knew the anatomical description of a cunt, but he- had no Ida what one really felt like. He knew all the mechanics of sex, yet he didn't know how it felt to fuck. All his book learning only stimulated his lust for the real thing-but, hell, what girl would let him ball her?Harold sighed deeply and told himself to quit bitching. At least he was getting this exciting private show. Not many people could say they'd watched Carolyn Masters take off her doilies. It was better than nothing-a whole lot better.She must have given her hair a ritual one hundred strokes, because it seemed like centuries before she finally put down the hairbrush. Now, Harold n sure, she'd come to the window and pull the curtains. He crouched lower behind the bush in order not to be seen.Instead, standing in plain view in the center of the room, Carolyn reached around and unhooked her bra.Harold craned forward and fell flat on his face. Gasping, he picked himself up in time to see her remove the bra and toss it onto her dressing table. He saw his first pair of real live naked tits. They were gorgeous. She stood facing him, just standing there as if lout in thought.Her bra hadn't been padded. Her lovely breasts were orange-size, perfectly round and firm. She had a good tan, but it didn't include her tits, which stuck out like creamy-white knobs in contrast. Her small nipples were a lovely rosy pink.Carolyn stretched and yawned, raising her round firm tits high, then letting them drop and jiggle, the bright pink nipples dancing crazily, the creamy pale flesh wobbling. Again Harold's painfully erect dick gave a horny lurch and dripped hot juice. He moaned softly.Christ, what he wouldn't give to cop a feel of those lovely soft tits... Of course, never having touched a woman before, he didn't know if they were soft. They could have been made of green cheese for all he knew. They just looked soft, that was all, soft and warm and yielding and just the right size for his hands.Carolyn lazily brought her hands up under her pretty pouting tits and caressed them quickly, bouncing and jiggling them a little. She eyed herself in the dresser mirror and turned around slowly, inspecting her figure. She seemed satisfied, giving her reflection a saucy little grin. She had good reason to be satisfied, Harold thought. She was old enough to be his mother, but she still had an excellent body, lithe and slim and unwrinkled.She was certainly a contrast to his own mother. Mrs. Davis wasn't much older than this woman, but she looked middle-aged, a plump little gray-haired lady who'd never dreamed of flying to look sexy. Mr. Davis, at forty, was like his wife, content to grow old. He was bald and bespectacled and had a pot belly. Harold's parents were nice, decent, dull people. He couldn't imagine them ever fucking, though they must have done it at least once in order to have Harold.They couldn't have enjoyed it much, though. They were always telling him that sex was evil and dirty, that he should stay away from girls till he was married, and that nice people didn't talk or think about sex. Naturally Harold didn't believe a word of this, but he didn't tell his folk.. They had no idea of the lusty thoughts that crowded his mind day and night...In fad lust was almost blinding him as he watched Carolyn Masters playing with her on tits before the dresser mirror. His cock ached, and his young balls were swollen almost to busting. He wanted to bellow with horny need, leap right through the window glass, and fuck her like a maddened animal. If only there were sonic way He suddenly suspended his thoughts as Carolyn hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and started tugging down the flimsy black lace garment Oh, God, thought Harold, oh, wow...It couldn't be happening it was just too much. But right there before his feverish popping eyes he could see the beautiful blonde divorcee taking down her panties. If his luck held, he'd finally see a naked woman in the flesh. He'd finally see what a pussy looked like. He'd seen pictures, .. sure, but that wasn't the same...Carolyn took her time about removing her panties, humming softly to herself, a dreamy far-away look in her blue eyes. Harold sweated as he watched, terribly afraid that she'd glance up and see the uncurtained window. He saw the creamy flat of her belly, her little recessed belly button. The panties inched down with maddening slowness.Then he saw it, the first bright spongy hairs popping into view. He crawled closer. He had to risk it in order to get a better view. Down went the panties, revealing half of Carolyn's glossy little muff. Her pubic hairs were the same light blonde as her head, only more curly. She had a lovely snatch, a small thick puff of platinum fur.At last her panties wafted down her long slim tan legs, and Carolyn stepped out of them with an absent-minded sigh. Harold still wasn't breathing or moving. He was all eyes, gawking hungrily at his first live naked woman. She was absolutely gorgeous to him, all curves and rounds and softness compared to his own bony, angular body.His hungry gaze slid rapidly up and down between her pouting plump tits with their pointy pink nipples and the lush gloss of her blonde muff. His starved young cock had leaked right through his jeans by now, and he felt like his balls were going to burst. Oh, Christ, it was almost too much to take-that gorgeous naked woman just a few feet away, him so maddeningly horny, and no way in the world they could get together.Crazily, Harold abandoned himself to a brief fantasy in which he knocked at her front door, displayed his enormous drooling erection, and said politely, "Ma'am, would you care to fuck?" No, no, that wouldn't work. But how the hell did you get girls to ball? There had to be a method ...Carolyn bent down and picked up her discarded panties. She crossed the room and deposited them in a clothes hamper. She walked slowly back to the dresser and studied herself in the big mirror. Again she cupped and jiggled her tits, as if testing them for firmness. Satisfied with that, her hand trailed down and gently petted her glossy blonde muff. There was nothing wrong with that, either, as far asHarold could see.She put her hands on her hips and turned slowly round and round before the mirror, arching her body, cocking her hips, wiggling her butt, trying out various little smiles of invitation. She looked absolutely gorgeous to Harold, who would willingly have lumped through hoops and stood on his head to please her.Suddenly Carolyn brought her fist down hard on the dresser, burst into tears, and yelled, "Oh, hell!"Harold was startled by her sudden burst of tears and temper. He couldn't figure out what was bugging her. He watched with some concern. Carolyn jerked open a dresser drawer and brought out a framed photo and set it up. It was a picture of her ex-husband,. Eddie Masters, a big good looking truck driver with all the brains and manners of a gorilla.Carolyn, quivering and sobbing, glared at the photo. Through the slightly open window Harold could hear her speaking angrily."You lousy cocksucker," she hissed, "I hate you, and I'm glad you're gone. You'll never hit me again, your dirty pig. I hope I never see you again, you drunk, you animal, you bastard... But, oh, God, I'm sooo horny!"At last Harold understood. It had been about three months since Carolyn Master's divorce, and if she hadn't balled anybody in all that time, she must indeed be pretty horny. Again Harold felt the crazy injustice of the situation-a beautiful lonely woman and a ragingly horny boy, separated only by a wall. Why, why, couldn't he just walk in there and offer to help her out?He had just what she needed, after all. The rest of his growing body might be homely and awkward, but Harold was pretty proud of his cock. Already his erect prick measured eight inches and was very thick. He kept careful track of its growth. He knew he was better hung than most of the guys he observed in the showers at school.He sighed deeply. His cock was all ready for her, but he knew damned well that if he approached a woman like Carolyn Masters, she'd scream, get hysterical, or call the cops. It was a crazy world ...Carolyn picked up Eddie's picture, hurled it across the room, and it shattered against the wall. She spat in that general direction but didn't bother to deal with the mess. She stalked over to her bed and threw herself down, sobbing quietly."Oh, hell," she wept, "I didn't know it'd be like this. Didn't know I'd be so horny. Oh, God, I need a man . . ."Harold really felt for her. He'd been needing a girl for about three years now, needing one desperately, and he knew how awful it was to be achingly, constantly horny. He wished there was something he could do for Carolyn, some way they could break through all of society's bullshit and help each other out.Carolyn sighed loudly and rolled over onto her back. Her pretty pale round tits were heaving with suppressed passion, the bright pink nipples sticking up taut and bumpy. Her pretty platinum bush glowed under the soft bedside light. She writhed and moaned, moving her slim curvy hips in a horny fucking motion."Oh, hell," she whimpered, "I have to ... No other way. ."She drew her knees up and opened her legs very wide.Harold lurched forward for a bettor look and again fell on his face. He was up again in a second, risking detection by running right up to the window end pressing his face against it. He just had to take that chance. Except for a few partially airbrushed photos, he'd never seen a pussy before.The view was worth the risk. Carolyn had her legs far apart as she could get them, knees down back, her whole crotch blatantly displayed. Harold stared and stared. He'd seen photos and diagrams, but this was nothing like he'd expected. This real live pussy was so much prettier than he'd dreamed.Between Carolyn's outstretched legs he saw a glistening circle of fine platinum curls, and inside that a narrow slit of bright healthy red flesh. Her little light brown asshole looked just like his, but the rest was new and strange territory. He saw plump wet scarlet lips of flesh around a tiny dark recessed hole. It had to be her cunt.Farther up he saw another of plump lips, the blonde-furred lips of her mound. Sticking out between them was a fat little button of pink flesh. Remembering all his reading, Harold concluded that the funny little button was her clit, the most sensitive organ of the female body. But his real attention we focused on her cunt.That tiny shadowed hole was alive, gasping and creaming, opening and closing in small spasms. It leaked bright thick cream, just the way his cock drooled juice when he was horny. The surrounding flesh was swollen and wet and pulsing, creamy from her steadily leaking cunt. Even the inexperienced teenager could tell that this woman was hotly aroused, Carolyn lay like that for a moment, till her sobs quieted, and then she gave a deep sigh. She brought her hand down to pet her, pretty puff of golden fur. Her head lolled back limp and her eyes fluttered shut. Her little pink tongue tip nipped out to lick her full red lips. She wasn't crying now. She was breathing heavily, excitedly.She touched her little pink clit with the tip of her finger and began to rub it."Ummmm," she sighed, "ummm..."Harold didn't have to worry now about being seen. She had her eyes closed, a faint blissful smile playing over her face. Her body relaxed steadily, and she kept her slim legs drawn wide apart. Her fingertip caressed and rubbed and circled the bright pink shaft of her fat wet clit, moving faster and faster."Ahhhh," Carolyn moaned, "ahhhh, yesss..." Harold was steaming up the window with his excited breathing, and he quickly took out his hanky and cleared a spot for viewing. He was beginning to understand what was happening in there. Desperately horny, with no man to take care of her, Carolyn Masters was jacking off.Only he supposed you couldn't call it jacking off when a woman did it. She had no cock to jack off. She just kept rubbing that funny little pink bud, her clit. Harold understood that girls could bring themselves off, like boys did, but not until now was he sure how they did it. The clit was the key, obviously.As Carolyn rubbed briskly and steadily on her fat pink button, her whole pussy began to change. The red flesh got darker, a dusky-rose, and her cunt lips swelled up even tighter and fatter. Her cunt leaked more and more thick white steamy cream, leaked all over her ripe scarlet slit. Her hungry cunt mouth opened and closed it horny spasms."Ooooo," Carolyn whined, "Ohhhh, God, yesss..."As if the brisk rubbing weren't enough, she suddenly seized her wet fat clit between her thumb and forefinger and began to knead it fast and hard. She worked the fleshy little nub hotly between her fingers, and the plump little appendage swelled and glowed and squirted. Carolyn's whole body flushed a rosy pink, and her slim curvy hips began to move in a helpless writhing motion."Yeah, yeah," she panted, "turn me on, baby, get me hot.. ."Harold wondered what man she was fantasizing. He didn't have to daydream at all, not when he had the gorgeous naked blonde to look at Carolyn's mounting lusty excitement was catching. He knew he was taking a hell of a risk, but he quickly unzipped his fly and took out his red-hot stiff cock. He began frigging himself right along with the moaning woman. "Oooo, that's good," Carolyn squealed.Harold pumped his rigid throbbing meat in his hot sweaty fist, but his eyes never left the moaning, writhing woman on the bed. Carolyn was kneading her plump wet button like any, and her gasping cunt mouth was spewing heavy bright cream that trickled down her crotch and puddled on the bed.Harold eyed her cunt mouth hungrily. He wondered how it would feel inside there, and he had a sense of heat and wetness, a delicious juicy nest for his achingly hard dick. Oh, Christ, if only he could magically fly through the window and fit his bulbous, drooling cock-head into that nipping trickling hole. His cock lurched violently in his fist at the thought of fucking Carolyn Masters.Carolyn herself seemed to be reaching new heights of sexual frenzy. Her slim body writhed steadily, and her fingers were soaked with her glistening hot cream. Her rosy little clit fattened .and squirted between her busy fingers, and her voice was growing husky with excitement."Yes," she moaned, "Ohhhhh... Oh, God, yes, NOW.She let go of her pulsing pink button and moved her hand down lower into her seething wet crotch. She touched the gasping soaked mouth of her cunt and rimmed it quickly, feverishly, with her fingertip. There was a big gush of cream, soaking her hand. She trembled violently."Put it in me," she said homely, breathlessly, "oh, please, stick it in me.."It wasn't hard for Harold to follow her fantasy, to guess what her invisible lover was doing. Carolyn brought two fingers close together and began inching them up her soaked little cunt, keeping them stiff like an erect cock. Her white teeth showed in a lusty grimace as she slowly penetrated herself"Uhhhh," she moaned, "UHHHH... Oh, God, yes, do it to meee!"Harold's cock juiced furiously, making his pumping slick and fast. He watched bug-eyed as the beautiful blonde divorce pushed her two stiff fingers far up her soaked yielding cunt mouth, stretching her pink pussylips wide. Her face was pink and contorted with sensual bliss. Thick white hot cream poured out over her hand."Oh, Jesus, YES," she whimpered, "fuck me, PUCK ME!"Suddenly she began jerking her fingers rapidly in and out of her hot cream-soaked box, just like a big stiff cock. She wailed homely and arched her lovely slim body to take the swift stiff jabs of the imaginary cock. Her teeth were clenched, her eyes open now but rolling aimlessly."Uhhh," she gasped, "UHHHH... AHHHHHHHH!"Her body began to spasm violently, and she wailed loudly and incoherently. Harold realized she was coming. It was too much for him, and with a stifled gasp of pleasure he shot his wad all over her window. It was obscuring his view, but he couldn't stop. Delicious jolts of pleasure melted his loins, and he kept on shooting till his young cock went limp and wet in his fist.