Suzanne Mellows: The neighbor_s pet

Beth felt his big finger playing in her wetly throbbing cunt then, tweaking her clitoris in rapturous delight! Oh… oh she'd surely cum this way! She would… she would! Oooohhh… she loved him… loved everyone… the whole world was obscenely beautiful!

"Lover… lover-man! Fuck it hard!" she lewdly gasped. "Give it to me, you big darling…!"

Jay could hardly believe the love-filled emotion in his luscious baby's voice. Christ, if he wasn't supposed to be a grown man, he'd bawl! Damn, he'd reached her at last with his big cock, and when this friggin' fuck-circus was over he was going to take her home and horde her away all for himself! Oh shit… and over it was going to be damned soon! But Goddamn, he had to take her with him this time, had to see her all the way over the mountain! Will power, you grizzled old bastard… and you better find some damn quick, or you're about to lose the most precious possession you ever wanted!

He gaped over at Stan Wilson plunging his hardened penis between Vickie Davis' luridly gyrating buttocks to take his mind away from his own rapidly building orgasm! "Come on, Stan, I'll race you to the finish!"

The shoe-store proprietor could only stupidly stare back at him. Almost breathlessly, he answered: "Shit, neighbor… you'll have to come on with some hefty fucking… because I'm there, man! I just hope she is! I'd like to satisfy one woman in my life… ooohhh…!"

Vickie couldn't answer at that moment. She tried to smile, but the rising bubble inside her heaving belly caused it to end in a grimace of sheer passion! Then, Stan grunted and choked up!

"Oh… oh, Stan!" the auburn-haired girl cried out in her obscenely kneeling nakedness. "Now…! I'm cuummmiinnggg…!"

They cursed, writhed and frantically spasmed in their rapture while their audience watched in knowing fascination. He'd lost the race, but he was going to win the meet, Jay rationalized as he gaped at Wilson pumping his load of hot sperm into Vickie Davis' ass! He felt the sweat steaming from his brow down onto his cheeks as he fucked into the widely stretched little hole between Beth's beautiful white buttocks. He stared down at the loving, grasping rectal mouth, pulling her softly rounded cheeks further apart until he could readily see the pink ridges of anal flesh that clung to his cock when he extracted it, disappearing again when he buried it to the hilt! He did it several times with a chastising fury, feeling his heavily laden balls slapping into the crevice of her impassioned pink cunt! Again, his fingertips reached and probed between her pussy-lips to begin a continuous teasing of her erectly throbbing clitoris!

Christ, she had to cum… and to cum with him, if possible… but he couldn't hold it back much longer! His churning balls were ready to spill out all the boiling cum they contained! Her rectum was extracting the Goddamned pith of his very testes! He levered up behind her in one last desperate attempt… now or never, he wildly thought!

Jay furiously thrust, even as the feeling of failure began to sweep him up! But nevertheless, he battered into his Beth-baby, plunging the deepest yet into her fire-filled anal channel, almost brutally splaying her lush white ass-cheeks apart, then letting them resiliently flatten back against his broad pelvis from her own effort! Frantically, they fucked in their new-found bliss of sodomy…!

Then, at last: "Oooohhh… ooohhh, lover-man!" Beth gurgled. "Now… now, darling Jay! I-I-I'm going toooo… husband…! For you… and me… it's! Noooowwww…!"

In her heart, Vickie wanted it to be beautiful for both of them, and she reached between Jay's big thighs to caress and milk his balls while he fucked his grand cock into Beth's wildly quivering rectum. Then, she slipped her other hand up between the blonde young wife's sweat-streaked thighs to find the clitoris and caress it at the timely second of Jay's telltale, grunting thrust! Vickie saw the big, bearded writer's eyes wildly revolving in their sockets, knowing he was shooting his powerful load of scalding cum deep into his young wife's wanting rectum and belly… then, Beth began to convulse and scream in wanton bliss!

What primed Vickie, Stan could only imagine in his exhausted state. He lay stretched out beside his sleeping wife, and somewhere, he sadly knew, there was a Goddamned German Shepherd dog in the room! But this, Vickie's slithering around to help, could only mean she was looking to the future! Well, he'd welcome that, too… but just maybe… maybe she was sincere…!

Oh God, the nakedly excited model wildly imagined! What lovely, lovely times the three, no, four… she must never forget Lancer… were going to enjoy together…!

It occurred to an extremely radiant Beth Durke some weeks following that erotically awakening night at the Wilsons' that very little had changed in Jay's and her mode of living, except that he was drinking less and going to bed earlier at night. In fact, she, too, had taken to sleeping later in the mornings… or at least, laying there beside his big naked frame, waiting for him to wake up and make love to her… if he wasn't too exhausted from the night before.

Then, of course, there were the numerous cocktail and dinner invitations extended by the Wilsons' and Vickie Davis that they had refused, until they stopped coming, and the way that young blonde wife had begun setting Lancer's bones on a plate outside the door, not letting the big German Shepherd in the house anymore. She had even changed super-markets, driving to a center two miles away, and she very seldom was up early enough to see Stan going off to work. Nor did her big, bearded husband seem to run into so many story-line snags to slow him down, or which called for a walk around the yard. Come to think of it, though Sara Wilson spent more time than ever at her gardening, her bikinis seeming to grow skimpier and skimpier, Jay's field-glasses remained on his desk collecting dust.

Still, it seemed that they did little but work, but then, they both immensely enjoyed that, Beth reasoned, going about the brewing of their midmorning coffee. She, especially, had become intrigued since beginning to write her own book, and Jay was pleased about that, even making a joke about it not being necessary in the future for her to research them. Now, she smiled to herself as she thought about it, at the same time listening to the steady clacking tempo of her lover-man's typewriter. On second thought, there had been considerable changes in their life-style, hadn't there?

"Hey, baby… how's that coffee coming?" her writer-husband's braying voice came out to her. "Your lover-man's in need of a pick-up."

"Coming, hon," she replied, setting the necessities onto the tray, a warm thrill of excitement washing through her. There was the reason for her happiness, because she knew that her middle-aged, hairy man's next "pick-up" would involve a siesta… and what secretary – or wife – could ever ask for more?