Frank Brown - The naughty neighbor wives

She lay back down, stretching. She felt shameless and filthy. She forced her legs as wide as she could, imagining herself staked out by a tribe of Indians – wide open for all the young bronzed bucks. They would fuck her one by one. They would howl while their big bronze cocks fucked in and out of her. They would shoot hot jism into her until cum overflowed and bubbled out of her like a river of thick white cream. A hundred of them would fuck her. No – two hundred, five hundred. They would fuck her for days, and she would come with each one, her toes curling against the balls of her feet with her unbearable spasms. She closed her eyes, trying to imagine the faces of the young bronze bucks.

She forced herself to sit up, then slid backward into the shade. She was panting, almost out of breath. She was sweating. The breeze cooled her forehead, and a trickle of sweat left her navel and rolled down over her lower belly. She felt dizzy, almost delirious. A wet spot the size of a saucer darkened the beige blanket, where her ass had been. Her pussy had dribbled as if it had really been fucked. She reached between her legs. Her hairy crotch was sopped, and her pussy-flesh seemed to be on fire. As futile as she knew jacking off would be, she knew that she would have to finger-fuck herself or scream.

Sitting upright, her legs crossed, she closed her eyes. Like a ghost that had never left, Lonnie's face reappeared behind her closed lids. The teen had a far-away, longing look. His eyes seemed pained. Liz moaned, working fingers of both her hands up her spread cunt. As she began to tear at her pussy, to finger-fuck herself, Lonnie began to smile. Liz envisaged his cock fucking in and out of her cunt. She contracted her cunt, manipulating her son's phantom cock. His prick was big, bigger than Lester's. That's what Jade had said. And according to Jade, Lonnie knew how to use his prick.

"Oh, honey!" Liz moaned aloud. "Oh, my darling!"

The teen whimpered. She could hear his panting, his grunting, as if he was right there. She smiled to herself, delighting in the almost-real quality of her fantasy. She moved her fingers faster, gyrating her ass on the blanket.

"Fuck me, sweetheart!" she groaned. "Oh, please!"

"Oh, jeez, let me in!" he cried.

Liz gasped, her heart jumping into her throat. Hot hands gripped her shoulders. A naked body, smelling of sweat, fell upon her and knocked her onto her back. The body was between her legs immediately. A hard cock jabbed at her pussy. A drooling mouth mashed to her mouth, clicking teeth. She saw shiny eyes, but saw them so close that they were blurred, out of focus.

"Oh, momma, let me in!" he cried. And his cock found her cunt. His hot, slippery prick sliced straight up her cunt.

"Ohhhh!" Liz moaned. A hot cock was what she needed, exactly what she needed. She threw her arms around the teen's shoulders and clawed into his back.

"Oh, man, oh, man!" The teen humped up and down, in and out, squirming, panting, driving his cock. His hard chest bounced on Liz's tits. "Oh, mannn! Oh, momma!"

Liz wrapped her legs around the teen, humping her cunt upward to meet his cock-thrusts. She was aware that her fucker was Glen, the horny teen with the brown eyes. He had come to her out of nowhere. It had probably been him whom she had sensed watching her. He had probably seen everything, but Liz didn't care. She was too wound up inside to feel shame or embarrassment. All she felt were the unbearable throbbings of lust and the need to fuck the teen's cock until they both came.

She licked kisses all over the teen's face. He tasted of sweat, smelled of sun-baked flesh. She imagined him hiding in the shrubs and peeping on her, or sitting above her in the tree – naked, sun browned, beating his cock while he watched her. At last, unable to control himself, he had leapt upon her like a wild young savage. The thought made her shiver.

"Fuck me, darling! Oh, Glen, yessss! Marvelous!" She almost laughed. She was beginning to sound like Carmen.

"Oh, momma, momma, momma!" the humping teen muttered. His skinny hips worked up and down with the speed of a fucking dog's. His cock, amazingly hard, quivered and flexed inside her like a hot piston.

Liz clamped her cunt around the sliding cock. She contracted her cunt muscles rhythmically, squeezing the teen's horny prick, manipulating his cock with all the skill gained from twenty years of fucking.

Glen's pubescent body shivered and stiffened. "Ohh, wowww!" he gasped. "Oh, momma!"

Liz slid her hands down the teen's back. She kneaded his flexing asscheeks, stimulating him to fuck harder.

"Cream me, darling!" she moaned. "Oh, honey baby, shoot it! Squirt it! Come into me now!"

Glen shuddered. His cock seemed to swell. He snapped back his head, his eyes rolling in their sockets.

"Ahhhhh! Awwwwwwww!" He squirted into Liz's cunt.

Liz felt goosebumps prickling her hot skin. She felt the teen's cock flexing inside her, felt his jism splashing the walls of her cunt, felt her clit writhing against his ivory-slick cockshaft. She clutched his prick hard with her pussy, sucking the jism from his balls.

Glen squirmed crazily. "Ohh, mannn, ahhhh!" His cum exploded into her cunt again and again.

Liz closed her eyes, imagining the white spears of jism pelting the walls of her cunt. Her cunt walls undulated, making the teen's cock jerk and twist insanely. The orgasmic sensations began at the tip of her spine. Within seconds her pussy was a nest of spasms. She crushed Glen between her legs, writhing with orgasm as she sucked him dry.

Liz filed her toenails meticulously. They had to be perfect. She had already taken a long bath, then had sat on her bed and had brushed out her long hair. Her hair shimmered in the subdued light of the bedroom. Now and then she would look up into the long mirror of her dresser and shake her head, smiling at the way her thick hair swayed and bounced. Tonight she looked good enough to make a commercial. Tonight she could even be a centerfold girl for Playboy. She sucked in her belly and puffed out her chest. Her tits stood up like those of a teenage girl – firm and conical. Her nipples looked like red poker chips. Very impressive. Very sexy.

The toenails of her right foot done, she released that foot, then brought her other foot up to rest on her right knee. Before starting to file the nails of her left foot, she reached between her legs to scratch her cunt. Though she had stepped out of the bathtub just a short time ago and had dried herself thoroughly, her pussy was already drenched between her cuntlips, and some of her fuck juice had moistened the bedspread between her legs. Oh, well! she thought, resigned to the fact that she had an ever-horny pussy, and she went back to filing her toenails.

Her cunt wouldn't stop throbbing, wouldn't stop juicing. All her panties were in the wash. She was sure her bedroom reeked of pussy. She had given up trying to push the sexual thoughts out of her mind. The thoughts seemed to swarm upon her like a pack of wild teens every time she tried to suppress them. When she stopped fighting the thoughts, they still came, but they came more like friendly visitors.

Having accepted her obsession, having stopped trying to run from her insistent lusts, she now felt more at peace with herself. What's more, she felt strangely confident and expectant. Something great was about to happen. She couldn't tell what, but she could sense something imminent.

Her toenails looked perfect. Finished with her left foot, she dropped it down next to her right and admired them both. All the nails were straight, just the right length. And her toes were a sexy pink. She wiggled them, thinking about the way Jade had wiggled her toes around her father's cock this morning. Lester had got so excited by this girl's feet that he had shot all over her.