Jane Fox - The new neighbors

Tiffany. Brown was not shopping as Steve had told Connie. She was so close that she could hear everything Steve was saying. She was standing right outside the window, watching Steve seduce Connie.

Tiffany felt her pussy go soft and hot as Steve came closer to success. She heard Steve soothe away all Connie's objections with his promises of horny delights. She really wanted to stand and watch Steve slide his long, hard prick in Connie's cunt, but she couldn't.

Tiffany had work of her own to do. She had agreed to initiate Bettylou into the wonders of woman-love. She had bet Steve that she could suck and lick Bettylou's hot pussy and she didn't want to waste any precious time.

Tiffany straightened her hair and rang Bettylou's doorbell. She smiled as she heard footsteps coming down the hall. Bettylou was going to be mighty surprised to see her standing there. She wasn't exactly the drop-in-for-coffee type.

Ten minutes later, Tiffany was even more confused. Bettylou had served a cup of coffee and then she had sat across the table and stared at her. She acted as if she was waiting for something. Tiffany had the distinct feeling that Bettylou knew exactly why she had come over and she was just sitting there, waiting for the seduction.

There was a long moment of tense silence. Tiffany felt a blush spread over her face. This wasn't exactly working out the way she had planned. Bettylou's whole attitude was making her very uncomfortable. Tiffany cleared her throat nervously.

"What's the matter, Tiffany?" Bettylou asked with a knowing little smile. "You act as jumpy as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs! What's on your mind, anyway?"

Tiffany jumped as if she'd been shot. Now she was sure of it. Bettylou knew. Somehow Bettylou had found out what was happening and now she was sitting there, just waiting for Tiffany to do something. The whole feeling made Tiffany doubly nervous and she licked her lips anxiously.

"Why, there's nothing on my mind at all, Bettylou," she replied, trying to stay cool and poised. It was impossible. Bettylou's big, blue eyes bored straight into hers. Then it happened. Tiffany almost jumped up and ran. Bettylou had winked.

Bettylou opened her mouth and laughed. She knew she had the upper hand. Poor Tiffany looked so apprehensive that Bettylou was afraid she would get up and run for home if she didn't say something to set her at ease. With difficulty, she stopped laughing.

"Oh, don't get all nervous, Tiffany," she said with a giggle. "I'm sorry… guess it's my, humor, getting the best of me again. I just couldn't resist laughing, though. See, I know why you, came over here this morning. Not only that, I know exactly where Steve is too!"

Bettylou sat back with a comfortable sigh. She smiled happily at Tiffany, ignoring her puzzled expression.

"I think you have a great idea!" she beamed. "It's just what this ole stuffy neighborhood needs! You can count me in on any swinging you want to do! You're gonna' have to convince Kenny, though. He's a little bit of a stuffed shirt. I bet you could do it, though, Tiffany. He wouldn't be able to say no if you were to try to seduce him! No, he just wouldn't have any will power at all!"

Tiffany's mouth dropped open. She couldn't believe what Bettylou was saying. It was just too good to be true. Bettylou knew all about their plan for livening up the neighborhood and she was willing to help.

"You're an absolute doll!" Tiffany exclaimed, almost knocking over her coffee cup in her hurry to run around the table and hug Bettylou. "You're a fox, though. You knew all along, and you didn't let on until just now. You really had me sweating!"

Bettylou giggled. Her eyes twinkled merrily. "I wonder how Steve is coming along over at the Hansens'," she mused. "I sure wouldn't mind sneaking over there and peeking in at them. I'd like to see Connie's tits."

"Let's go find out!" Tiffany giggled. "We can watch for awhile and then we can knock on the door at just the right moment. If we time it just right, we can all have a party!"

Bettylou could feel the excitement build in her cunt as she neared Connie's house. She hoped that Steve was successful. It would really turn her on to see him fuck Connie. Seeing people actually fuck was much more exciting than the pictures she had in her filthy book. It was even better if she knew the people doing the fucking. That was even more of a kick. Seeing her friends and neighbors fuck made her own cunt throb and cream. She just couldn't believe how sexy everything was making her feel. She was turning into a new woman. She hoped that Kenny could keep up with her.

Tiffany turned around and put her finger up to her lips. They crept silently up to Connie's house, keeping well below the window sills. Luckily, the house was surrounded by high shrubs. There was no chance anyone passing by would see them peeking in the windows.

Tiffany listened as she neared the living room window. She could hear low voices. It sounded like they were in the living room. They could hear Steve's voice plainly now.

"Come on, Connie," he begged. "Don't be shy now. No one's here but us. You can take everything off. It's more fun that way!"

"OOOOOh!" Connie's voice answered. "Ooooh, Steve! That feels so good! Yes! Yes, I'll take it all off! Oh, yes!"

Tiffany couldn't stand it. She just had to know what was going on. She motioned for Bettylou to follow her and they stopped right below the window. Then both girls cautiously raised their heads until their eyes were on a level with the window sill.

Bettylou caught her breath in hex throat. It was even more exciting than she had imagined. She could feel her pussy simply gushing out hot cream. She squeezed Tiffany's hand in anticipation.

Now Bettylou saw what she wanted. Connie's tits were jutting right out like two quivering mountains of flesh, pointing straight at Steve's open mouth. Her nipples were cherry-red and pointed. They looked moist and full and swollen with passion.

Bettylou glanced at Tiffany. Tiffany was staring at Connie's tits with open-mouthed amazement. Her eyes were wide and she kept licking her lips with passion. Her hands slid unconsciously to her own throbbing tits and cupped them, squeezing and rubbing, trying to prolong the thrills that ran through her body.

Bettylou watched Tiffany with lust. She knew what she wanted to do. She wanted to reach out and help Tiffany play with her tits. She wanted to squeeze and caress them… to feel their resilient fullness… to pinch her nipples and roll them between her thumb and finger… to hear Tiffany sigh with joy as her nipples poked and pushed into her palms.

Bettylou shook her head. She forced her attention back to the scene in Connie's living room. There was time enough for she and Tiffany to play their games later. Right now there was something interesting going on inside. She was going to see Connie Hansen's hot cunt getting fucked by Steve's enormous prick and she didn't want to miss a minute of it.

Steve's mouth came closer, and closer to Connie's tits. It looked like Connie was going to smother him in a mountain of sweet flesh. She held her tits up and threw her head back, waiting for Steve's mouth to take possession of her nipples.

"Suck them, Steve!" she hissed. "Please suck them!"

Steve's tongue flicked out and lashed across one pointed nipple and made it harden even more. It stuck out like a cherry, waiting to be plucked.

"Aaaaagh!" Connie gasped as Steve's hot tongue swirled around her nipples, sending them spiking out to poke against his chin. She thrust her tits out even farther. Her eyes were crazed with passion.

"Bite them, Steve! Bite my nipples! Suck and bite them! Pleeeease! I'm so horny, I could just die!"

Connie's voice was harsh with passion. Tiffany and Bettylou could tell that she was almost out of her mind with lust. Her head snapped back like a jolt of electricity had gone through her whole body when Steve's tongue touched her hard nipple again.