Nick Eastwood: What neighbors will do

"How could I forget?" Herb snorted. "You screamed so loud when you came, the manager of the motel thought somebody was being murdered."

"That's because you were so good at it, honey," Edna said. "And you still are."

Herb proceeded to prove it. He snaked out his wet red tongue and lashed it up and down over the swollen creamy folds of her pussy, lapping up her tangy juice. Edna clawed the bed and groaned in ecstasy.

"Ahhhhh, yessss!" she cried. "That's wonderful, darling! Don't ever stop!"

"Not till my tongue wears out," Herb promised.

Edna hadn't just been flattering him when she said he was a good pussy-eater. Herb was terrific. Molly could tell. As she watched his big wet tongue whipping up and down Edna's hot slit, she could almost feel the searing pleasure herself.

She was creaming her jeans again, and she had a maddening desire to reach down inside them and play with herself. But that was just too big a risk. She might get carried away. It was vital to stay alert, in case somebody came down the alley and saw her.

So she tried to ignore the burning need in her slit as she watched Herb expertly tonguing his wife's pussy. Edna's face was contorted with lust, and she was clawing the bed and whimpering as Herb raked his big tongue over her sensitive swollen gash.

"Ohhhh, honey, I love that so much!" she moaned. "You must be the best pussy-eater in the world."

Herb just chuckled and went on gobbling her cream. He folded back the dark fur of her bush and exposed the hooded lump of her clit. He pressed the stiff tip of his tongue against the throbbing button and lashed it, and Edna almost flew off the bed.

"Oooooooh, God! Ooooooh!" she howled. Molly felt like beating her head against the house with frustration. Dick was a damned good pussy-eater himself, but he never did that to her any more. Could she go the rest of her life without all that delicious foreplay? She knew the answer was no.

Now Herb was jamming his lips around Edna's clit and sucking the swollen bud. Edna sobbed in ecstasy and creamed all over his face. Her hips writhed in a helpless fucking motion, but somehow Herb managed to stay on target.

"Ohhhhh, honey, I'm gonna come!" Edna wept. "I'm gonna come so good, Herb!"

Herb made sure of that. He sucked fast and hard on her tender joy button, and she arched her body to get even more hot friction. She raised her ass right off the bed, shoving her nearly bursting clit hard against his lips.

"Unnnnhhhh, Herb! I love it! I love it!" she babbled.

Molly caught herself rubbing her crotch. Through her jeans she could feel the steam heat and wetness of her pussy. It would be so easy to get herself off just by rubbing, but, she snatched her hand away. She couldn't take the risk.

She needed to come so bad, she might scream if she got herself off. She didn't want to be caught, and she didn't want to ruin Herb and Edna's love-making. So she stood there and seethed with lust as she watched, promising herself that she'd beat off really good when she got home.

Edna was sobbing now, her body wracked with hot pleasure. Molly could hear Herb's obscene wet sucking as he worked her clit to the point of explosion. Edna dug her nails into the bed, stiffened for a moment, then convulsed violently.

"Ohhhhhh, God – you did it to meeeee!" she screamed. "I'm cominggg – ohhhhhh! Aaahhhhhhh!"

Herb cupped her churning ass and held her still so he could go on sucking her and drinking up her hot tangy come. She convulsed for almost a full minute, then went limp and panting.

"Herb, that was heaven," she sighed. "You're better than ever, honey. I'm so lucky to have you."

They kissed, crawled under the covers, and turned out the light. The show was over. Molly gave a lusty little shiver and left the yard silently. She felt glad for Herb and Edna but very sorry for herself. Their marriage was still red hot, but hers seemed to be over.

She wandered farther down the alleys, continuing her survey of the neighborhood's sex life.

Molly didn't go far before she saw more uncurtained windows.

This house had no curtains at all, but there were lights on in every room. In each room, was a jumble of boxes and furniture. These people were just moving in.

They had the windows open, too, and Molly could hear a young woman calling, "Darren, where are you?"

"Down here, honey," came a male voice.

"Down where?" the girl shouted. "I can't find anything in this damned place, not even you."

Molly was amused, and she stopped to watch. The young couple kept shouting to each other, and finally they met in a downstairs room. The guy was tall and good-looking, the girl petite and blond. They both seemed to be in their early twenties.

"Amy," Darren laughed, "let's knock off the unpacking for tonight. You look ready to drop."

"I am," Amy sighed, sitting down on an unpacked box. "And guess what else? I'm horny."

"Me, too," Darren grinned. "We didn't get much of a honeymoon, did we?"

"No," Amy sighed, "just one night in a motel. Gosh, we hardly even got started."

"Then let's pick up where we left off," Darren leered.

"Great," Amy grinned, "but what are we gonna use for a bed?"

Darren stared around at the mess.

"Good question," he said. "I suppose we could just use the mattress."

"I'll clear a space," Amy said eagerly.

She started shaving boxes and suitcases out of the way, while Darren wrestled with a king-size mattress that was leaning up against the wall. Molly grabbed the chance to move closer to the house for a better view. It looked like another show was about to begin.

There was a loud crash as the mattress hit the floor. The dust had hardly settled before Amy and Darren were on the mattress grabbing for each other. The horny young newlyweds were trying to kiss, grope, and undress each other all at the same time.

"Hey, slow down," Amy laughed. "We can do it, if we just think it out."

"Right," Darren chuckled. "Maybe we better take off our clothes first."

They stripped as fast as they could. Darren had a nice lean body, and Molly stared at him hungrily, her eyes darting to his swelling cock. She was a married woman and shouldn't be looking at other men, but she couldn't help herself. She just wished she could join this young stud on the mattress.

"Hurry, honey!" Amy panted.

The little blond was naked already. She'd thrown her clothes in every direction and was waiting impatiently for Darren to finish undressing. Her eyes got hot as she watched him skin out of his jockey shorts. Darren grabbed her and kissed her.

"Mmmmmmm," Amy groaned.

With no inhibitions at all, she rubbed her hot naked body against her husband, her pouting mound teasing his swelling prick. Darren cupped her ass and drew her even tighter against him. They worked their tongues in each other's mouth.

Molly sighed softly. It seemed like everybody in the neighborhood was getting the loving they needed – everybody except her. But she could remember when she and Dick had been like this. When they were newlyweds, they couldn't keep their hands off each other.

She recalled how they used to get it on two and three times a day. Dick even came home for lunch so they could fuck. They'd spend whole weekends in bed. But those days were over. She was lucky if she could get laid once a month, these days.

Amy and Darren finally paused for breath, and he cupped his wife's small high-riding tits and squeezed them. Amy reached for his cock and pumped it. Then she happened to glance at the window, and she giggled.

"Wow," she exclaimed, "we don't have any curtains. What if somebody sees us?"

"Don't worry about it," Darren said. "Nobody would be up this late, honey."

Nobody but us dirty old ladies, Molly thought.