Jane Fox - The new neighbors

"Ooooooooh! Darling!" he shouted. "Ooooooooh!"

Steve lunged his hips upward. He drove his cock all the way between the shuddering cheeks of her lush ass and blew his cum into the slippery hot tunnel.

Bettylou couldn't help herself any longer. She wanted to know what it felt like. She wanted to have a big, long cock up her asshole, just like Tiffany. She shuttered all over in crazed lust.

Bettylou's finger slipped in her wet pussy. It got nice and slippery playing with her creamy juices. She probed and searched for her little virgin asshole and ringed it lightly with her juice-coated fingertip.

Then, the moment that Steve's huge cockhead poked into Tiffany's asshole, Bettylou's finger had pressed against her own.

Her finger was slippery. She was so horny that she didn't mind the sudden jolt of pain as her finger pierced her anal ring and peeked inside her slippery, steamy shitchute.

Then she saw Tiffany begin to tremble with the pleasure of orgasm. It was just too much for her. Her own virgin asshole started spasming around her finger, drawing it all the way in.

Orgasm ripped through her body with mind-blowing force.

"Mmmmmmmmphfff!" she squealed tightly, managing to keep her teeth clenched and most of the sound trapped in her throat. "Nnnnnnnngh!"

She'd never come so hard before. Her whole body was tossed by violent spasms as she watched Steve and Tiffany come at the same time. She blinked rapidly. It was hard to see, she was coming so hard.

The visions of Steve and Tiffany began to whirl around in front of her eyes. The whole world was whirling along with her in delightful spasms of fierce orgasm.

Bettylou didn't know how long it lasted. It seemed like hours of wonderful thrills. She had to yank her finger out of her asshole to make herself stop for fear that Steve and Tiffany would hear her muffled cries of delight.

She crept home silently, her mind whirling. Suddenly there was a lot more to think about. The world was becoming a very interesting place since Steve and Tiffany moved in. She wondered what effect her beautiful, sexy neighbors would have on Kenny. They had already started changing her life.

Connie Hansen let out a yelp of surprise as the front doorbell rang. She wasn't expecting any company. She stuffed the rest of the giant chocolate bar she had been eating under the corner of the kitchen tablecloth and hurried to answer the door. Her heart was pounding. She always felt guilty when she was eating fattening foods when she was supposed to be dieting. She licked her lips quickly. She hoped the chocolate crumbs were all gone.

"Well, hello!" she murmured in surprise. Steve Brown, the tall, good-looking photograph her who had just moved in across the street was standing there. He had a big smile on his face and he was carrying a camera.

"Hi, Connie," he answered, following her into the living room. "Sorry to barge right in like this but I'm desperately in need of a model and Tiffany's gone shopping. I wondered if you'd fill in for her. I'd pay you, of course…"

Connie couldn't believe her ears. "Fill in?" she squeaked. "You… you… you mean you want me to model?" Her face turned bright pink with excitement.

Steve smiled. Everything was working out just as he had planned it. He could tell that Connie was thrilled with a little flattery. Now all he had to do was flatter her some more and he was sure that she'd go along with anything he'd suggest.

"You look surprised, Connie," he said, moving over and tipping her chin, up to study her face. He whistled softly. Then he smiled broadly and sighed.

"I wish all women had your bone structure," he murmured, looking straight into her eyes. "You've got the perfect face for a model."

He let his eyes travel down her body, moving slowly all the way down to her feet and then up again, lingering a bit on her plump, rounded tits. Then he smiled disarmingly.

"I don't suppose you'd consider modeling nude, would you Connie? I'd certainly never tell anyone if you would. I'd just love to take some shots of that voluptuous body of yours. I could probably sell the print to a men's magazine. You're the pin-up type, all right!"

Connie gasped audibly. She blinked her eyes, almost afraid that she was dreaming and that when she opened them again, Steve Brown, with his flattering comments, would disappear into thin air.

Connie opened her eyes slowly. He was still there. She wasn't dreaming. This was real. She blushed, her face turning fire-red.

"Oh, you can't really mean that!" she chided. "You're just saying that to make me feel good, aren't you?"

Steve grinned. "Are you kidding?" he teased. "Listen, Connie… I've had my tongue hanging out after that beautiful body of yours ever since we moved in! You just don't know what an effect you have on me, Connie. Just look!"

He patted the front of his trousers. She looked down and gasped again. Her face turned even brighter red. Steve certainly wasn't lying about that. Any fool could see that he had a hard-on. She stared at his crotch. His prick was straining against the fabric so hard that she was almost afraid that the material would split.

Connie held her breath. She had never been so terribly embarrassed. The things Steve was saying were thrilling but they were embarrassing too. She had never had a strange man tell her that her body was beautiful. Even Rod never told her that.

Connie sighed. Then she forced herself to meet his eyes. "Do… do you really think I'm sexy?" she asked in a shaky voice.

Steve laughed loudly. "Do I think you're sexy?" he repeated, reaching out and pulling her tightly against him. "Didn't I just show you how sexy you are? You saw how hard my cock is, didn't you?"

"Steve!" Connie yelped, struggling to get free. "Don't do that! What if someone sees us?"

"Who's to see?" Steve questioned, smiling broadly. "Tiffany's downtown and Rod's at work. There's nobody here but you and me, and I sure won't tell if you don't."

Connie felt the warm flush spread across her face. It traveled lower and lower until it reached her pussy and made it hot and wet. She let herself be pulled closer in Steve's embrace. Her mind was whirling now. It was hard to think. Her pussy was getting hotter and hotter and the demands of her sexy body were almost impossible to deny. She knew that if she didn't break away from Steve's embrace now, she wouldn't be able to at all. She would be caught up in the whirling lust and horny commands of her hot, wet cunt.

"Don't fight it, Connie," Steve soothed her in a low, husky voice. "Just let me show you how much I want you. Let me make you feel good, Connie. I can make you feel better than you've ever felt in your whole life. I can show you thrills that you've never had before. Let me try, Connie. Just let me try!"

Connie shivered with lust. The more Steve promised, the hornier her spasming pussy became. She could feel the hot pussyjuice squish between her puffy cuntlips and coat the whole length of her cuntslit with rich, slippery oil. She could feel Steve's hard cock pressing up against her leg and she wanted to know exactly how big it was. She wanted to touch it and see if he was really as horny as he claimed. She pressed up a little closer to the hard bulge in his pants and heard him sigh deeply.

"That's it baby," he murmured. "See what you do to me? You make my cock big and hot. That's all for you, Connie! Every bit of my hot, hard prick is for you!"

Connie felt the room start to whirl around her. She knew that she was lost in a pool of passion. Her lust was too great. Her needs were too strong to deny. She would have to satisfy her horny, pussy. There was nothing else she could do.

Connie thought about Rod for a fleeting instant. She tried to concentrate on how shocked Rod wouldn't be if he knew what she was about to do. It didn't work though. All she could think about was Steve's immense cock pressing against the warm softness of her inner thigh. She didn't care what Rod would think. Nothing mattered except the crying need in her hot cunt. Nothing counted except satisfying her own horny desires.