Nick Eastwood: What neighbors will do

Lori reddened and gasped, but a moment later she moaned hoarsely.

"Jason," she panted, "what are you doing?"

"Just making you feel good," he grinned. "You like it?"

"Yes," she moaned, "shit, yes!"

"Let me take this off," he said, "and then I can do it better."

He whisked off her bikini before she could answer him. He ogled her little dark puff of a bush, then slid his hand between her thighs again. Now Molly could see what he was doing to the girl, and she nearly moaned with longing.

Jason was rubbing a stiff finger back and forth over the tender moist folds of Lori's pussy, giving her delicious sensations. Lori couldn't hide her enjoyment. She creamed all over his hand, and she whimpered and clawed the grass.

"Oh, damn, that feels good!" she gurgled. "But don't get me too hot, Jason!"

Jason just leered at her and rubbed her silt faster. Molly watched and rubbed her thighs together, trying in vain to cool the hot itch between her legs. She felt just as excited as Lori did, maybe even more.

"Ooooooh, shit! Oooooo!" Lori wailed.

Her pretty face was twisted with lust, and she was writhing and creaming helplessly. Jason couldn't stand it any more. He was just too horny to be patient. He ripped off his bathing trunks, and his rock-hard cock snapped free.

"Lori," he croaked, "look what you did to me!"

Lori glanced dizzily at his stiff drooling cock, then gasped. "Jason, you put that thing away!"

"Aw, come on, honey," he groaned. "I can't take it any longer. I'm so horny for you! Please, let's fuck!"

Lori turned red.

"No way, Jason!" she snapped. "I told you, I'm not going all the way till I'm married." But he looked so crushed that she softened and added, "But I'll get you off the other way."

"Okay," Jason said with a loud sigh, "I guess that's better than nothing."

He rolled onto his back, and his handsome teenage cock stood up stiff and drooling. Lori knelt beside him and wrapped her fingers around his engorged boner. She started pumping in a businesslike way, as if she'd done this for him many times. Jason reddened with pleasure and groaned.

"Yeah, yeah, do it fast!" he cried.

Molly barely bit back a whimper of lust. She would have loved to trade places with Lori. It had been a long time since Dick had let her play with his cock. It had been a long time, too, since he'd played with her pussy.

"Unnnnhhhh, shit! Unnnnnhhhhh!" Jason moaned.

He closed his eyes and bared his teeth in a horny snarl as Lori worked her hot little fist faster and faster around his nearly exploding cock. Molly could almost feel that hard pillar of meat throbbing in her fist. She was creaming through her shorts now, helpless to cool her burning need.

"Faster!" Jason croaked.

Lori's fist jerked with lightning speed. Jason stiffened for a second, groaned deeply, and then started fucking her fist like crazy. Thick wads of jizz jetted from his cock, splashing over Lori, the blanket, and the grass.

"Awwwwwwww, shit! Awwwwwww!" Jason bawled.

"Oh, God!" Molly moaned softly.

Maybe she shouldn't have spied on these kids. It was torture for her to watch somebody else getting what she needed so badly. Yet something kept her there, some kind of weird curiosity she couldn't explain. Almost shaking with need, she watched Lori jack off the groaning teen.

"Thanks," Jason panted at last. "I needed that. Want me to get you off?"

"Yes, please," Len said almost primly.

She rolled onto her back, and Jason knelt beside her, sliding his hand between her legs. He found the swollen nub of her clit and grasped it between his thumb and his forefinger. He started kneading the supersensitive button, and Lori writhed and squealed with pleasure.

"Oh, yes, do it fast, Jason!" she cried. "Make me come!"

Clearly Jason had done this for her before, just as she'd jacked him off many times. This was the only form of love-making Lori would permit. Yet Molly still envied her. Molly would have taken any kind of sex she could get.

"Unnnnhhhh, God, ohhhhhh!" Lori sobbed.

Her eyes screwed shut, her molten cream soaking Jason's hand, she rocketed quickly to orgasm. She let out a hoarse wail, and her body bucked and writhed as the delicious hot spasms shot through her. Molly watched and ate her heart out.

"Oooooooooh, Jason! You did it!" Lori screamed. "I'm cominggg! Aaahhhhhhh!"

Molly couldn't stand it a second longer. She just had to get some relief for her maddening lust. She turned and jogged home as fast as she could. Dick was still glued to the tube and didn't even notice her running through the living room.

She ran to the bedroom, closed the door, and tore off her clothes. Throwing herself on the bed, she crammed a stiff finger into her hot steaming cunt and started pumping like crazy.

It was the first time she'd masturbated since she was a teenager.

"Unnnnhhhh, shit! Yesssss!" she groaned. This moment had to come sooner or later, she realized. For months she'd been seething with frustration, aching to have more sex with her husband, and finally she couldn't handle the situation any longer. She just had to come!

Feeling like a guilty kid, Molly plowed her stiff finger deep and hard in her famished box, giving herself hard stabs of pleasure, soaking her hand with her sizzling cream. It felt terrific. Why hadn't she done this before?

But she knew why. She'd always been hoping Dick would change, that he'd get back his interest in sex. Well, if she waited for that, she might never get any relief. Her own finger was better than nothing at all. She worked the finger faster and faster in her starved little box, her excitement reaching fever pitch.

"Ooooooh, God! Unnnnhhhh!" she sobbed. Just a few more deep thrusts and she'd be coming. How long had it been since she'd had an orgasm? Weeks, she realized – too long for a normal healthy young woman. Well, she wouldn't wait for Dick to help her out, not any more.

"Ohhhhhh, shit, yesssssss!" she gasped as a violent climax ripped through her pussy. "Unnnnhhhh, fuck! Whaahhhhhhh!"

Molly rolled around on the bed finger-fucking herself like crazy, milking that much-needed orgasm for every drop of sensation she could get. Then she lay panting and staring at the ceiling, her lust cooled for the first time in weeks.

Dick, she thought, I think our marriage is in trouble.

Molly thought her big chance might have come. A few days later Dick arrived home from work looking energetic and sexy. He even gave her a big kiss when he walked in the door. And best of all, there was no football game on TV that night.

Molly hurried through the dinner dishes, went to the bedroom, and slipped into the sexy negligee she'd been saving for an occasion like this. The gown was black, form-fitting, and see through. She didn't wear a bra or panties underneath it.

She dabbed on some seductive perfume, brushed out her long dark hair, and sauntered into the living room.

Dick was in his recliner, sipping a drink, and watching TV. Molly didn't even glance at the screen to see what was on.

"Honey," she purred, sliding onto Dick's lap, "I can think of something more interesting to do than watch TV."

Dick shifted impatiently. "This is one of John Wayne's first pictures. I've been waiting to see this for a long time. You ought to watch it, honey. It's a classic."

Molly jumped off his lap, stormed into the kitchen, and poured herself a double bourbon. She couldn't even compare with an old western when it came to getting Dick's attention. She felt so mad and frustrated, she could have screamed.

Instead she gulped her drink, calmed down, and returned to the living room to watch TV with her husband. There was nothing else to do. And maybe after the movie was over, he'd be interested in making out. All she could do was wait and see.