Jane Fox: The new neighbors

Connie felt her cunt squeeze around Rod's huge cock. Her cunt muscles throbbed wildly. Her pussy nipped and squeezed and clutched at his hard cock, drawing it deeper and deeper into her. She felt like she would never get enough of his huge, hard cock. She didn't protest when Rod rolled her over on her back. Now she wanted him to fuck her.

Connie lifted her legs. She wrapped them around his back. Then she held on tightly. She didn't want him to ever, stop. She was going to fuck him until her legs fell off. She was going to hold him in place and fuck and fuck and fuck.

"Ooooooh! My pussy's on fire! Oooooh, darling! My pussy's on fire! Oh, fuck me hard! Pleeeeeease!"

She held on tightly with her legs as Rod began moving faster. He lunged away at her hot pussy wildly, plunging in as hard as he could and then drawing almost all the way out again. He piled into her cunt again and again, nosing right up against her hot womb, nudging it and making her whole pussy contract with delightful thrills.

Connie could feel her cunt suck and snap. It flowed with hot wetness as his cock ran in and out of her tight pussyhole. She could feel her ass cheeks lift up and down with each thrust of his hard cock. She was holding him so tightly with her legs around his waist, that he lifted her all the way up off the bed every time he drove his prick into her.

Rod couldn't believe how hot and wonderful Connie's pussy was. He hadn't thought that their first fuck would be like this. He had pictured a tense emotional scene and dreaded it. Instead he found that this was one of the best fucks of his life.

Rod could feel her tits bouncing up and down under his chest. He lunged against the soft cushions. He felt like he was lying on hot, satin pillows that gave under his weight, driving his hard cock into a furnace with walls of oiled satin. God, she was so hot and so tight.

Connie's head tossed back and forth. Her long hair swept from side to side and her eyes were closed lightly. She seemed to be in a dream world and her expression was one of horny delight.

"Aaaaahhh! Aaaaaaaah!" she moaned. "Fuck me, Rod! Fuck me, darling! Fuck your hard cock in my pussy! Aaaaaahh!"

"God!" Rod exclaimed. He could feel her cunt cream oozing from her aroused pussy, caressing his cock. He could feel his balls wettened with her juices. The sound of their fucking was loud. The squishy, wet sounds made him even more horny. He was almost there. Just a little longer, driving into her sweet, hot pussy and he would shoot his hot sperm all the way to her womb.

Rod was ready. He could feel the sperm tearing at his balls, ready to spurt out into the furnace of her cunt. He was all ready, but he wanted her to come one more time.

Rod reached down and slipped his finger into her hot, wet pussy. He made sure it was coated with her juice. Then he slipped it back until it touched the tiny rim of her puckered little shitter.

Connie felt it coming. She knew what he was going to do. She could hardly wait. Her asshole sucked greedily. It sucked his fingertip right inside and squeezed and throbbed around its plunging hardness. She could feel the orgasm build in her pussy, way deep down inside and then she was coming, feeling his cock explode inside her, battering her womb with his hot juices. God, fucking was wonderful!

Bettylou Thompson gazed deeply in the mirror of her dressing table. She thrust out her pert tits and tried to look sexy. Then she sighed. There was no use. She would never be as sexy-looking as her new neighbor. Of course there were rumors that Tiffany had been, a model in New York. How could she ever hope to be as glamorous as a New York model? It was ridiculous. Besides, Kenny thought she was beautiful and that was all that counted. Tiffany could take her expensive wardrobe and go ahead and look like a cover girl for one of those highbrow magazines. Bettylou didn't care. As long as she knew that Kenny was hers, she didn't have time to be jealous of every pretty girl who moved into their neighborhood.

Bettylou was so good-natured that she'd have a hard time being jealous. She was just too content in her role as Kenny's wife. She wouldn't have changed places with the most glamorous woman in the world. She was happy just being Kenny's loving woman. After all, she knew that her husband loved her. He fucked her at least twice a week, sometimes more, and that was proof enough, wasn't it?

Bettylou made a face at herself in the mirror and turned away. She didn't have time to sit around and stare at herself. She had work to do. She had to cook supper for Kenny when he got home from the office. She hoped that he wouldn't have to work late again tonight. She didn't like to sit at home alone. Sometimes Kenny didn't come home until three or four in the morning. Those nights were the worst. That was the way it was for a public relations man in a growing company, though. Kenny had explained it all to her. She certainly wouldn't want him to sluff off on his job but she did wish that he wouldn't have to work so late sometimes.

She smiled suddenly. It was a good thing that she wasn't the jealous type. If she didn't know better, she might think that Kenny was having an affair.

"Margie, honey, I'm really sorry hon, but I can't make it tonight. Yeah, got to keep her from getting suspicious. You know how that goes. We'll make it Thursday night for sure, though. I already told her that I have to go out of town. We'll have the whole night, hon."

Kenny Thompson lit up a cigarette as he finished his conversation. Margie was getting to be a bit of a problem. She wanted to see him practically every night. He would have to break it off soon. It was getting to be a pain thinking up two sets of excuses… one for his wife, Bettylou, and another for Margie. He'd much rather get it on with that little cocktail waitress, Renee. It didn't make any difference when he stopped in the bar. She was always ready for a little action and she didn't bitch when he said he had to leave to get home early.

Kenny thought of the expression on Bettylou's face if she ever found out what he did on the nights he said he had to work. She would be so hurt… he couldn't let that happen. It really wasn't her fault that sex with her had gotten to be a drag. He almost wished that she'd find a new lover. Maybe he'd teach her how to be a wild fuck and then he would have more fun at home.

He laughed to himself. Teaching Bettylou how to fuck her brains out would have the same chance as a snowball in hell. She was just too dumb when it came to fucking. Bettylou didn't have the foggiest notion how to be a sexy woman. She thought that just lying there, letting him pump off inside her cunt was all he wanted.

He had to admit that she had a nice pussy though… nice and hot and tight. Of course, it should be pretty tight. He only fucked her twice a week and that was only to make her think that their marriage was fine. He loved her, but he wished that she wouldn't be such a wet noodle in bed. If she was more of a woman, he wouldn't have to take chances and play around with his secretaries and female clients.

Kenny thought about fucking his wife and he shuddered. It really was a chore. He'd have to do it tonight though… and he'd have to come up with something to make his limp cock hard. Maybe he could think about their new neighbor with the long golden legs and the big tits. What was her name? Oh yes, Tiffany, that was it. He'd think about fucking Tiffany and he'd be able to get it up for Bettylou.

"You want some more pork roast, honey?" Bettylou asked eagerly. She was doing her best to please Kenny. He was home early and she wanted to show him just how happy she was to have him home. She could hardly wait until it was time to go to bed. Maybe she'd even let him do that vulgar thing to her. She gave a little shiver just thinking about it. It sounded awful but it was kind of exciting too. She wondered what it would feel like. Somehow the idea of licking a pussy was so naughty.