Author's note: This series is laced with memories I have from childhood - some true, most fantasy - as is the series "The Dac Attacks". Mostly, I remember reading these smut paperbacks with grey-green covers, and black and white lurid illustrations on the cover, and the fantasies those generated. Anyway, I have fun writing about that period. I hope you have fun reading them.
To the Anonymous reader or readers who consider my work 'drivel': I write for my own pleasure. You don't like, read somewhere else. It's all free...
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My name's Johnny Smith and I live in Hicksville, USA. I'm a senior in high school, a straight A student, a very good shutterbug, and (if I do say so myself) an excellent peeping Tom. I use my straight A status, to stay in good with my folks and teachers, and to gain extra freedoms. This leaves me with the free time to pursue my ultimate hobby - peeping. Since I develop my pictures at the school (the teacher gave me my own key to the darkroom), I can develop my pics. I keep all my developed pics in a binder that I paruse regularly, beating off to the steamier pics.
But, there was this one set of pictures I took that changed my life permanently. It was the year Nixon was declared a crook in the tabloids.
The Crawford's next door one spring weekend night. I kept my eye on it, waiting for it to end, so I could go to my hiding place under their bedroom window, where I'd taken some of my most steamy pics in the past. When, finally, it appeared to have ended, (some lights still on but no sounds coming from next door), I jumped the fence and headed to my spot. I had my 35 mm, SLR camera with wide-angle telephoto zoom with me - the kind some of the sports photographers use. I popped up to the side of the window, sneaking my head around for a peek, and was astounded by what I saw.
Neither Mr. or Mrs. Crawford was in the bedroom (I looked around cautiously, in case they'd come outside). Instead, there were three couples all sprawled out in different positions, on the Crawford's king sized bed. I was amazed that I recognized them all, even though they were all prominent citizens of Hicksville. No one was paying attention to the window, so I got fully in front of the window. I could clearly see everything going on through the partially closed curtains.
Mr. Fields (the town preacher) was fucking Mrs. Ramon. Her husband (the police chief) was fucking Mrs. Smiles. Mr. Smiles (the mayor) was fucking Mrs. Fields. I took out my camera and took a zillion shots. Anyway, I took all that I could on the roll I'd brought with me. Then, I bugged out, The last thing I wanted now was to get caught.
I was so excited, I had to beat off twice before I could calm down enough to go to sleep. I wanted my sleep so I could get to the school's developing room early. Tomorrow was Sunday, and I wanted to get in and out of there undisturbed.
After the developing of negatives and printing of positives was complete the next morning, I returned to my room to study the pics I'd taken. Fortunately, I had head shots of everyone, but there were also plenty of pussy and cock shots to put in my binder. I thought a bout what I had. I thought about the blackmail potential. I wondered if I had the balls to pull off the idea I had percolating in my head. I thought about it all the rest of Sunday.
Monday came around, and I was impatient at school all day long. I was bouncing my foot up and down impatiently as I watched the clock tick down to three o'clock. When the bell finally rang, I was out of my chair and on my bicycle in five minutes, headed for the courthouse. I sped my Schwinn Cruiser through the streets of Hicksville, pulling up in front of the courthouse.
Actually, courthouse sounds too official for what Hicksville had to offer. What Hicksville had for a courthouse was all of three rooms. A big one for court, a receptionist's office up front, and the Mayor's office to the side of her office. I went in.
"Is Mr. Smiles in?" I asked the secretary.
"Well yes he is young man. Is he expecting you?", she asked.
"No ma'am." I said. "But it's important I see him." I replied.
"Can I take a message?" she queried.
"No ma'am. This is personal." I said, heading for the mayor's open door. I closed the door behind me.
"What can I do for you?" Mr. Smiles said, looking up from some paperwork.
"You have a problem. I'm here to help you resolve it." I said, bluntly.
I unzipped my backpack, and took out a manila envelope, dropping it on his desk, on top of the papers there.
"Look inside, and then we can talk." I said, kind of mysteriously.
He took his time, examining each pic I'd taken.
"Oh my god!" he hissed. "So what now?"
"I'll be blunt - as blunt as those pictures." I said. "I am going to blackmail you. I'm a horny young stud and I plan to fuck your wife. In exchange, I'll give you the negatives. I'm leaving Hicksville for good after I graduate in June, and I don't ever plan to come back. The negatives are yours when I leave. I won't need them then. But, until then, I need to stay protected from reprisal. However, if I don't get to fuck your wife within the next two days, I'm taking my pictures to the newspaper. I wonder what Hicksville will think of it's swinging Mayor?"
"Two days, huh?" he said, obviously worried.
"Two days will give you time to talk with your wife. If she agrees, leave a note under the windshield wiper. Just write day and time on it - but it'll have to be after four o'clock." I said. I was getting nervous, and wanted this part over with.
"Do we have a deal?" I asked.
"Let me talk to my wife." He said. "I'll see what she says. You won't fuck her without her permission, that's for certain - no matter the consequences.
"Well, I sincerely wish you luck." I said, standing up and heading for the door.
"Two days." I said on the way out.
On the way home, I thought about how the meeting had gone. All in all, and given my nervousness, I thought it went well. I made all the points I needed to. I didn't give away too much about me (though in a small town, it's easy to find out about anyone in it), and I thought I'd set up plausible way to deal with the negatives, though I had no intention on going through with that.
The next day, there was no note on the car, but there was one the next morning. I checked on my way to school. The note said "Tonight - 8 PM. And so, I spent another endless day at school ... and then at home. I was so impatient, I ended up arriving a half hour early.
"You're early." Mr. Smiles said redundantly, when I rang the doorbell.
"Tuff." I said, entering his home. And it was a fine home, as befitted our mayor.
"Well, since I'm early, let's go get some rope." I said, mysteriously.
"Rope?" he questioned, "You're not into BDSM or anything, are you?"
I laughed. "No, nothing like that. The rope is for you. I have no intention of being interrupted at an in-opportune moment. But don't worry. I'll make sure you have a good view. I'm sure you're used to watching other men fuck your wife. This won't be much different." I tried to sound consoling.
"Now. Get the rope. I'm impatient, and the sooner you get it, the sooner we'll be through for the evening." I stated.
"This evening? You said all you wanted was one night." he challenged.
"I lied." I said. "I thought about it, and there's no reason to deprive myself till I finish high school. After all, graduation's only a month away. Then you'll get the negatives and I'll leave town, as I said before. But don't worry. There's at least two, if not three, other couples I'll spread myself around with. I haven't forgot about the Crawford's, though I don't have any pics to incriminate them. I think they'll budge because of guilt at what's happened to their swing mates. Now - Get - The - Rope."
When Mr. Smiles returned, I drug one of the dining room chairs into the living room. I moved the coffee table, and set the chair, so it faced the plush, satin couch. Mr. Smiles sat down, grudgingly.
"Would you rather I tied you up in the bedroom?" I asked.
"No, just get on with it." He said.
So, I tied him to the chair at ankles and wrists.
"Sorry about dinner." I said, walking away.
And into the kitchen. I took a moment to admire Mrs. Smiles, as she prepared a salad beside the sink. The had shoulder length black hair. Her somewhat bushy eyebrows matched her hair. The had a small straight nose and lips red with lipstick. Obviously, she was going to attempt to be a lady, no matter the circumstances. This theory was blown, as I saw the sharp business suit she had on. Just home from work, I thought.
"Sorry, I had to work late." she said over her shoulder.
"No worries. But you're kind of overdressed for tonight. Your husband did talk to you?" I questioned.
She nodded. "I only got in ten minutes ago. I'll change into something sexy later."
Something sexy, I thought? I never specified that. Then, I had an insight.
"You stayed at work because you were afraid to come home. You want to put off changing till later. But you really want to put off changing entirely." I stated.
She sobbed. "Yes. You're right. I'm afraid, and I just want you to go away."
Her shoulders heaved as she sobbed. I let her sob for a minute. When I heard the sobs start to die off, I said, "Done?"
She nodded, wiping her eyes.
"OK. First, I'm a very horny eighteen year old that can't get a date. I haven't had a date in over a year, and that was to a Sade Hawkins dance." I confided. "That's all I want, there's no hurt involved - though I did have to tie your husband up in the living room."
"Oh My!" she ejaculated, "Whyever would you do that."
"I don't want him to interrupt me, at an inopportune moment." I said, squeezing her breast. "That's my guarantee."
"And Second." I said, still squeezing her breast, "You are a beautiful woman, and I couldn't hope to loose my virginity to one so lovely."
"Really," she said, flapping air at her face, "You say that to all the women... You.. yer... you're really a...a...a... virgin.
I nodded, smiling. I've already lied more than once doing this. What was one more?
