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blowjobs, but I'd never heard of pussy eating.

There must be something to it, because Mr. Piotroskywicz sure seemed to like it and the way his wife moved when he was on his knees, she liked it, too. I couldn't play with my pussy enough watching them.

As much as I enjoyed watching Mr. and Mrs. Piotroskywicz, Mrs. Murray and Dave, it was Mrs. Baransa, the widow lady who lived behind us that I was most intrigued by.

One day while in my room spying on my neighbors, and that's what I was doing, I happen to see Mrs. Baransa getting undressed. My parents were in their forties, and she must have been ten years older.

Normally, I wouldn't look twice at a naked woman. I mean in the girls' locker room, and showers at school, for the most part I averted my eyes. It wasn't that Mrs. Baransa was getting naked; it was that there was a man with her. He was getting naked, too and he looked suspiciously like the mayor, Tom Grayson. The married mayor whose daughter was a friend of mine.

Mrs. Baransa, like Mrs. Piotroskywicz and Mrs. Murray seemed to enjoy being on her knees, and then being on her knees some more. I must have watched for an hour with one hand holding the binoculars and the other masturbating. Mrs. Baransa never quit, that is until the Mayor, got her on the bed and fucked her like a dog.

Like I said, I learned a lot. I thought fucking was with the man on top and the woman on her back. Now, I asked myself, were there other ways to fuck? Later that night, I tried getting on all fours, except for one hand which was playing with my pussy.

I liked doing myself like that. When I was on my back and had an orgasm, I had to be careful about getting too loud. Even with the door closed and my parents downstairs, I was afraid they'd hear me. I thought I was loud. Now, doing myself like a dog, I could put my face in my pillow and get as loud as I wanted. I felt free.

A few days later I saw Mrs. Baransa getting undressed again. This time it was the principal of my school who was also married. Mr. Coleman spent a lot of time on his knees and Mrs. Baransa was writhing while on her back. Once, Mr. Coleman seemed to have had enough, Mrs. Baransa got on her knees; it looked like she went crazy on his cock with her mouth.

Once, twice, sometimes three times a week, it seemed that Mrs. Baransa ‘entertained' some man. More times than not, I'd recognize him as some upstanding citizen of the town: a politician, a businessman, even our minister. One day I was shocked: there was Mr. Murray from across the street and Mrs. Baransa was on her knees. My God, didn't Mrs. Murray give him enough? Just two days ago, I'd watched her blow him and here he was with his cock in Mrs. Baransa's mouth.

I was eighteen and I'd let Nick play with my tits and my pussy and I'd jerked him off. Would I have to do more when I had a date? I wasn't ready to give some boy a blowjob. Even though I'd watched the neighbor ladies, I was sure I didn't know how and besides I thought it was disgusting.

Speaking of disgusting, the very thought that some boy might want to stick his tongue in my pussy: now that was disgusting.

Just as I was fascinated watching my neighbors get fucked, get eaten and give blowjobs, I was just as fascinated watching Dave, the boy next door, jerk off. He was in my Science class and I tried not to laugh when we studied human anatomy; especially male anatomy. I looked over at him and giggled. "Is there something funny, Ms. Hamright?"

"No, sir." I was blushing and still looking at Dave. I hoped he didn't catch on. I liked watching him. I liked watching all of them, but I wanted more.

TO BE CONTINUED

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