Don Scott - Ummm, what hot neighbors!

Sam leaned back in his chair and quickly looked around. There were just two other people in the theater who could see them, and they were indeed watching the three horny women on the floor sucking cock. Sam smiled at the men, gave the thumbs up sign and they nodded. "Suck it, Helen," Sam whispered, swirling her soft hair in his hands. "That's my baby. Ohhhhh! That is beautiful, baby!"

Though Susan was hungrily sucking on George's cock, he was looking at Helen. She was the one who really excited him. He knew how great his wife's cocksucking was, but that was nothing compared to Helen's unbelievably erotic blow-jobs.

Sam noticed George looking at Helen and smiled smugly. Yeah, he thought, I've got a hot wife. I've got the kind of wife other men just dream about. He looked at Susan and wondered what her mouth would feel like wrapped around his throbbing cockpole.

"We've got it made, haven't we?" Sam asked. George nodded his head. "Nothing gets better than this."

The men were thoroughly wrapped up in the pleasures the women were providing, and nobody noticed the manager of the theater walk up. He had with him some employees who looked more like thugs than janitors.

"Get out of here!" the manager shouted, his shrill voice snapping the men's attention from sex. "I told you people not to come back here, and this time I'm calling the cops!"

A janitor shined a flashlight on the women, catching Diane's young face lifting off Jay's massive prick. "I'm calling the cops!"

"Come on!" Jay shouted, getting to his feet. "Move it!"

The theater manager made a threatening gesture, grabbing Jay by the collar and cocking back his fist. Before he could land the punch, George caught the manager with a roundhouse right that landed squarely on the manager's jaw. There was a startled grunt, then he fell to the floor like a wet rag, out cold.

One janitor grabbed Helen by the waist as she raced from the aisle and pulled her close. Helen's tits, naked for everyone to see, wiggled and jiggled.

"Let me go!" she screamed, tearing the man's hand from her exposed tit.

"Bastard!" Sam hissed. He caught the janitor with a combination left-right to the ribs and the guy doubled over, releasing Helen. She turned on her heel and brought her knee up sharply, catching the injured man right in the balls. He groaned, his face twisted in a mask of incomprehensible pain and he crumpled to the floor next to his employer.

"Come on, damn it!" Jay shouted, pushing Diane on ahead of him. "We've got to get out of here!"

And then they were streaming out the back exit, with Helen's trench coat abandoned in the escape. They made it to Sam's car and screeched from the parking lot with Sam, Helen and Jay in the front seat and the others in the back seat.

They were four blocks from the theater when they noticed the red lights and sirens of a police car. Sam saw the squad coming head-on on and cursed under his breath.

"Get down," Jay hissed, putting his arm around Helen's neck and forcing her face down on his crotch. "If they see you, we're nailed."

Helen didn't struggle, knowing that Jay was right. Her naked tits would undoubtedly reflect the headlights of any passing car and would certainly be noticed by policemen as she drove by. Her face was pressed into Jay's lap, and she noticed for the first time that his cock, long and thick but having gone slightly limp during the wild escape, was still sticking out of his pants.

Jay, of course, had planned to have Helen suck his cock. He welcomed the squad car because now he had a chance to see how she would react to his cock.

Helen fell the hot prick pressed against her cheek as the wail of the siren came closer and closer. Her brain was buzzing with the thought of sucking on Jay's cock. His prick was so much larger than Sam's, and even though he was more than twenty years older than herself, she just knew that he would be the kind of hot fucker that would really make her cunt blaze.

Helen turned her face down and plant a light kiss on his cockshaft. She felt Jay's prickmeat twitch under her lips and her tongue flicked out, wetting his slick, long cock. The wailing siren reached a peak and Helen heard it pass and continue on in the other direction. She licked along his prickshaft very briefly, then sat upright in the seat again.

"Boy, that was a close one, wasn't it?" Helen said to no one in particular. She desperately wanted to suck on Jay's cock, but didn't quite have the courage. The delicious taste of Jay's massive prick lingered on her tongue.

"I'll say that was close," Sam said. He never realized what Helen had done when she had her head in Jay's lap.

"Come on, let's just get home while we can," Helen said, snuggling under Sam's arm. She made no attempt to hide her tits. The crazy escape from the theater had dampened her adventurous spirit slightly.

In the back seat, George was sitting with Susan on one side of him and Diane on the other. Susan was stroking his cock back into a state of hardness, and Diane was watching with more than mild interest. She knew how it felt to have Sam's cock in her mouth. Of the three men in the car, only George's prick had yet escaped her hungry lips.

"Hurry up, Sam!" Diane said, the tension showing in her voice. "Susan's back here doing a number on George, and if I don't get Jay's cock in my mouth before the next ten minutes are up, I'm liable to do anything."

"I'm going as fast as I dare," Sam said with a laugh. "Finger-fuck yourself. Do you a world of good."

"I want Jay's prick," Diane snapped back, trying to sound like she was joking. She didn't fool anyone.

Susan curled her knees under herself on the floor of the car and started sucking George's cock again. Her platinum hair, piled loosely on top of her head, reflected the street lights as the car sped by. Diane watched her friend's red lips sliding up and down George's rigid cockpole and she couldn't help but squirm in her seat. Her young pussy was just aching for a big prick. She wanted to fuck Sam and Jay at the same time, like she had done before.

Susan moaned like a bitch in heat, blasting the cockhead in her mouth with warm spit. She moaned a second time to torture Diane in a pleasant way.

"Like what you see?" Susan teased, looking at Diane as she flicked her tongue over the crown of George's prick. "Doesn't my husband have just the most beautiful cock you've ever seen?"

Diane, her cunt now guiding her brain, suddenly pushed Susan against the door. George, too stunned to move, watched as the nineteenyear-old brunette with gloriously huge tits suddenly lunged at him, her hot, wet mouth engulfing his throbbing cock.

"Ah! Uh! Mmmmmmmmmm!" Diane moaned, tossing her head over George's cock. She sucked him hard, stroking his slick prick as her lips chewed softly on his cockshaft, sliding over the ridge of his prickcrown. Her tongue worked furiously along the side of his cock and over his pricktip, frisking here and there, flicking out of her mouth to run along his cockshaft before sliding wetly over his prickhead again.

"That's my husband!" Susan gasped, watching her friend whip her mouth over George's cock. "George, don't let her do that!"

"Did I say anything when you got it on with those two cops?" George said. He reached between Diane's firm thighs and rubbed her pussy through her slacks. Diane spread her legs more, giving him the room he needed. "Suck me, Diane! Ohhhhhhhh!"

"Are you going to come?" Susan asked, resigned to the fact that not only couldn't she stop Diane from sucking George's cock, but she really had no right to be angry with him.

"No, baby," George answered. "I'll save it for you."

Helen was on her knees, facing the back seat. She was amazed at how wantonly Diane was sucking George's cock. She remembered how she, too, had sucked his cock and swallowed his creamy, full-flavored jism. She remembered the feeling of his cock plowing deep up her cunt, how she stroked his meat until his come exploded into the air and landed all over her fist. She remembered how he had eaten her pussy and finger-fucked her until her body went crazy and cum had burst from her cunt.