Jane Fox: The new neighbors

Bettylou didn't want Kenny to know how she had found out about licking pussy. She was too embarrassed to tell him. She shouldn't have picked up that filthy book anyway.

She had been in a real hurry that afternoon. She was downtown trying to find Kenny a red tie to wear with his new suit. She hadn't even paid much attention to the man who brushed up so close beside her while she was waiting for the stoplight to change to green. He had pressed the book into her hand and she had accepted it without thinking. She thought it was one of those religious things that, people were always giving you on the street. Then she had run into Gimlick's to look for a tie.

She didn't look at the book until she got home and then she almost passed out from embarrassment. It was one pf those picture books that showed pictures of men and women fucking. She was ready to toss it in the garbage when one picture caught her eye. It showed a man with his mouth pressed to a girl's pussy. The girl had her head thrown back and it looked like she was really enjoying whatever he was doing to her.

Bettylou felt a strange tingle run through her body. Then she gasped. She was getting all excited and horny, just looking at that picture. She tried to imagine what the girl in the picture was feeling, having that man's tongue licking her pussy. Without realizing that she was doing it, Bettylou's fingers crept down to her own sopping pussy and began moving over the wet crotch band of her lace panties.

She pressed her hand tightly to her throbbing cunt, but that wasn't enough. She was squeezing her whole pussy tightly, kneading it, feeling the silky hair through the wet lace of her panties.

Bettylou wiggled her finger around her panties. She pushed aside the lace that was in the way and thrust her finger into her pussyhole. Her thumb rolled expertly over her straining, throbbing clit and electric jolts shot through her body. She gasped with horniness and desire.

Her tongue flicked out and licked her lips. She wished that she could reach her own throbbing pussy with her tongue to lick it. Her fingers were the next best thing, though, and without thinking she thrust another finger in her hot pussy along with the first.

Bettylou's hunger grew. She was so hot that her pussycream was dripping down her legs and dropping to the floor in creamy droplets. Her face was flushed with heat and her breath was coming in gasps.

Soon Bettylou's whole hand was busy with three fingers thrust into her pussyhole. Her thumb busily tweaked and slid over her pulsing clit. Her other hand held her panties back, out of the way of her busily working fingers.

Her nipples swelled with passion and jutted from her tits. They thrust out, straining against the front of her dress.

She wiggled her asscheeks, unable to keep from moving her hips in wide circles. She pumped her pussy up against her thrusting, plunging fingers.

The harder she pumped with her fingers, the better it felt. Sugary thrills ran through her body as her fingers flew faster and faster, harder and harder.

Bettylou knew that she shouldn't be doing this. After all, she was a married woman and everyone knew that married women were supposed to be satisfied with their husbands. Masturbation was for teenagers… virgins who didn't have any other outlet for their sex drive.

She tried to make her shame stop her flying fingers. It didn't work though. She couldn't stop until she came. It felt too wonderful to stop. She could feel remorse later. Right now her hungry pussy demanded release.

Her hips thrust her pussy forward. Her hot pussyhole sucked at her plunging fingers, nipping and drawing them in even further. She could feel the hotness of her cunt. It felt like a silky, blazing furnace. She wondered if it felt that way to Kenny's cock. Of course she couldn't ask him; it just wouldn't be proper.

Bettylou felt her tits jiggle. The bobbed up and down with each lunge of her thrusting fingers. Her nipples were pebble-stiff and she rubbed them against her hands, feeling them scrape against her soft skin.

Her cunt was sopping. Creamy pussyjuice squished out around her imbedded fingers and she knew that her hot cunt was almost ready to explode. She closed her eyes and felt her pussy nipping around her fingers. Her clit throbbed demandingly.

"Ooooooooh! Sweet Jesus!" she squealed. Dizzying waves or orgasm rushed through her body. She shivered all over. Her legs trembled like branches in a storm and her knees spread to the side, leaving her pussy wide open. It was glistening with the juices of her excitement. Her fingers made squishing and smacking noises against her sucking cunt.

Bettylou's cunt gaped open. Her fingers plunged into her spasming pussy and her thumb rolled over her pulsing clit. Her pussy creamed and blasted leaving her weak and gasping. It felt wonderful. A lot more wonderful than fucking with Kenny.

Her hand flew to her mouth. She shouldn't even think terrible things like that. Of course fucking was better. Every wife knew that. It was just that she'd had more practice at this. She'd been finger-fucking herself for years.

Bettylou blinked rapidly. Kenny had asked her a question and here she was daydreaming about that terrible book. She felt her pussy spasm in recollection of the wonderful times she'd had playing with herself and looking at the pictures in that awful book. She forced herself to pay attention to Kenny's story about what had happened at work. There was time to think about fucking later.

Kenny looked at the room through a fog. He was drunk on his feet. He didn't know how he had managed to get into bed. He knew why he had gotten himself smashed, though. It was because he had to fuck Bettylou. He just couldn't help wanting to get out of it. It was getting really hard to give a convincing performance of a loving, sexy husband. He just didn't want Bettylou anymore. He wanted her as a wife. She was a good cook and she took good care of the house, but he couldn't stand to fuck her. He'd rather fuck a corpse.

He laughed out loud. Fucking a corpse might be more fun. It couldn't move any less than Bettylou that was for damn sure.

"What's so funny, sweetie?" Bettylou asked, coming into the bedroom in her sexy nightgown. Kenny suppressed a groan. She wanted to fuck and he sure as hell didn't. Maybe he could manage to pass out and then she wouldn't want it. He could apologize in the morning for getting so drunk. He could even pick her up a little perfume or something and that would make her happy. He closed his eyes.

"Are you awake, honey?" Bettylou asked. She made her voice deliberately sexy. She crawled in under the covers and looked at him.

"Damn!" she whispered. His eyes were closed and he looked like he was passed out. She sighed in exasperation. She was horny, too! She had been looking at those sexy pictures, getting all hot for him and now he was asleep.

"Wake up sweetie!" she purred, her fingers playing with his hair. "Come on honey, and give me a kiss!"

Kenny slept on. He didn't move a muscle. He looked like he was out cold.

Bettylou sighed deeply. You might know it. Just when she had decided to let him try something new, he had to go and pass out.

She wished that she could play with her pussy and make herself come. She couldn't do that though. What if he should wake up and see her. She would just have to go to sleep like a good wife.

Bettylou tossed restlessly. It was no use. She couldn't sleep, not with that terribly strong itch in her pussy. She was just going to have to get up and do something to take her mind off sex.

Thirty minutes later, Bettylou was still horny and she had run out of cigarettes. She thought of driving to the nearest all-night grocery but she didn't want to go to all that trouble. She thought for a moment.