Nick Eastwood: What neighbors will do

Of course she wasn't that much older that the newlyweds, just a couple of years, but Amy and Darren made her feel old. It seemed a million years since she and Dick had behaved like that.

"What the hell," Amy laughed, "I don't care if anybody sees us anyhow. Let's go for it."

Darren's long stiff cock was ready for the job, that was for sure. Molly studied it and creamed helplessly. Was she ever going to get fucked again? Would she even remember how, by the time Dick got around to doing it?

As Amy eagerly ran her fist up and down his blue-veined prick, Darren leered at her and said, "You're shameless, baby – and I love it."

"You ain't seen nothing yet," Amy chuckled. She bent down and started licking his sensitive cock head, but Darren gasped and pulled her head away.

"Hey, I can't take that," he said. "I'll come in about two seconds."

"Gosh, honey," Amy sighed, "I'm just dying to go down on you."

"You will," Darren said, "but let's save it. Right now all I wanta do is fuck your brains out. Let me get that out of my system."

"Okay," Amy grinned, "I guess I can live with that."

He rolled her onto her back, and she spread her legs wide. Darren rolled onto her and sank down between her thighs. Amy gave an excited squeal as he started jabbing around with his stiff cock, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Ohhhhh, yeah! Get into me, Darren!" she moaned.

"I will if you'll hold still long enough," he panted.

It couldn't have been easy, but Amy managed to stop her horny wriggling long enough for him to sock the fat head of his cock into her juicy cuntal opening. He slid his hands under her and cupped her little ass, drawing her up the skewer of his rigid boner.

"Ooooooooh!" Amy howled.

You could hear her halfway down the block. Molly wondered if she was the only one watching. She glanced around but didn't see anyone else. When she turned back, Darren's ass was knotting and jerking as he hammered his eager cock into his new wife's slick steaming box.

"Ohhhhh, Jesus!" he groaned. "At last!"

"Unnnnnhhhh – yessss, baby!" Amy moaned. "Fuck it to me! Fuck me good and hard! I needed this so bad!"

"You and me both!" he growled.

Molly felt that familiar combination of lust and envy. It just about killed her to watch other people fucking, when she needed it so bad herself, but she couldn't seem to resist. It was just about the only form of sex available to her these days.

She feverishly followed the swift hard lunges of Darren's hard cock as it sliced deep into Amy's smoking pussy hole. She'd give anything for a few of those thrusts. It wouldn't take much to get her off, she was so frantically horny.

But all she could do was watch, then go home and masturbate beside her snoring husband. It wasn't much of a sex life, that was for damned sure. Molly was getting more and more impatient with it, but what was she going to do about it?

She tried to forget her problems as she watched the honeymooners fucking up a storm. They were going at each other like rutting animals, snarling and panting and humping. Littie Amy fucked right back at her husband, her hips jerking to the hard rhythm of his pounding cock.

"Ohhhhhh, shit, baby – it's so damned good!" she gurgled.

"Yep," Darren groaned, "it's so good, I'm gonna come!"

Amy got the message. Molly could guess what she was doing, tightening her famished cunt around his pistoning prick, letting the hot friction carry her fast toward orgasm. Darren fucked into her with lightning speed, then let out a hoarse bellow.

"Awwwwww, fuckin' Christ! Awwwwww!" he roared.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, honey – yessss!" Amy screamed.

Across the alley a window opened with a crash, and Molly dropped to the grass where she wouldn't be seen. An old man leaned out the window, squinting. He was in pajamas and looked half asleep.

"What in hell is that racket?" he shouted. "Somebody getting murdered?"

Amy and Darren tried to smother their laughter. Pretty soon the old guy slammed his window shut and went back to bed.

"I guess we ought to be more quiet," Darren laughed.

"Yes, but let's not stop," Amy panted.

She started undulating her hips, working her come-filled twat around Darren's deeply-buried cock. He relaxed on top of her, letting her do the work. Her horny, tantalizing movements soon got to him, and he snorted with excitement.

"You're getting me hard again," he said with a leer.

"Oh, good," Amy purred. "I could fuck you all night, honey."

"I bet you would, too," he chuckled. "I want to be around when we're a hundred."

For their sake, Molly hoped they were still fucking when they were a hundred. She hoped their sex life didn't fizzle out the way hers had done. But right now there was no danger of Amy and Darren losing interest in each other.

Darren rolled off Amy, his come-soaked cock as stiff as before.

"Let's do it another way," he suggested hoarsely. "You can be my little doggy."

"Woof!" Amy giggled.

She rolled into a crouch, on her elbows and knees, her cute little ass raised high. Darren knelt behind her and steadied himself by holding her slim hips. Leering at her drooling little cunt mouth, he socked the fat purple head of his dick into the juicy hole.

"Ooooooh, yeah!" Amy squealed. "Stick it in me, baby! Give me every inch of it!"

Grinning like a maniac, Darren eased his cock into her about and inch and held it there, letting her moan and writhe. Amy jerked her hips frantically, trying to impale herself deeper on his rock-hard prick, but her wouldn't let her.

"Come on, honey," she whined, "give me more!"

"What's your hurry?" he chuckled.

Amy clawed the bed and whimpered with need. Molly could sure relate to that. She was almost whimpering herself. She knew what exquisite torture it was for the girl to feel that nice stiff cock only one tantalizing inch into her hungry cunt.

Again Amy wiggled her hips, but in vain.

"Dammit, Darren!" she cried. "Give it to me! Fuck me! You're driving me crazy!"

"What's the magic word?" Darren teased.

"Up yours!" Amy groaned.

"That's what I like, good manners," Darren laughed. "Now you can have what you want."

He slowly but steadily pushed into her, filling her horny little cunt with throbbing cock meat. Amy threw back her head and howled with delight. Thick pearly cream spurted from her box and ran down her thighs as Darren's stiff boner reached her womb.

"Ohhhhh, shit – yesssss!" she hissed.

Darren's eyes glazed over with pleasure as he sheathed his meat in her tight slick cunt. He snorted lustily and started fucking her hard, as hard as before. Her petite body shuddered with the impact, but she wasn't complaining.

"Ohhhh, yeah! Fuck it to me, baby!" she moaned. "Fuck the living shit out of me!"

Molly almost moaned out loud. She was creaming through her jeans again, and her pussy was so swollen, it ached. She knew that if she reached down inside her pants and just stroked her fever-hot pussy a few times, she'd come like crazy.

But again, she couldn't risk it. She always yelled when she came, and the young couple would be sure to hear her. They might even call the police, and that would be mortifying. She'd just have to store away her hot lust till she got home.

"Harder!" Amy wailed. "Faster! Fuck me crazy!"

Darren was snorting and growling as she hammered his prick into her steaming, squirting cunt. His flat belly slapped hard against her ass, and he almost knocked her over. Amy dug her nails into the mattress and tried to stay upright. But Darren was fucking her so hard that she finally pitched forward onto her belly.

"Unnnnnhhhh, fuck – shit!" she babbled.

Darren came right with her, lying on her back and fucking her like a machine out of control. Molly whimpered lustily as she heard the obscene sucking noises of his pounding cock in Amy's juice-filled twat. Amy clawed the mattress hard and began to convulse.