Norma Egan - Nieghbors in heat

They chatted, and Beth wondered if she really wanted to try seducing her old friend and neighbor, Ralph West. Ralph was a very nice guy, and he was even attractive in a bearish sort of way-but the idea of going to bed with him was almost incestuous. He'd been like a brother to her.

"I wish I could get Tina up this early," he was saying wistfully. "She wastes half the weekend sleeping."

"I know how it is," said Beth. "Howard won't be awake till noon."

She and Ralph could help each other out. They both felt neglected, they both needed an attractive

member of the opposite sex to talk to. She must forget that brotherly feeling and start looking at Ralph as a possible lover. She was sure he'd be easy to seduce…

"Hey, you wanta come sit on the patio and have some coffee, Beth?" he said. "I just made a pot."

"Why, thank you, Ralph," she said. "I'd love that."

She could think of something else she'd like even more. As they walked to the patio, she studied Ralph's powerful burly body and got more and more interested. She'd fucked only one man in her whole life, seen only one man naked. Howard was in good shape for his age, but he was naturally slim. It would be a thrill to make love to a totally different type of man, a real gorilla like Ralph.

Ralph got the coffee, and Beth was careful to inch her chair very close to his, so that their knees touched as they talked. If Ralph noticed how close she was sitting, he didn't seem to mind. He was wearing ratty old jeans and a torn t-shirt, but nothing could detract from his big muscular body. Beth was dying to know how it would feel to lie naked next to him, to be embraced by such a man.

But how was she to proceed? She had no idea how to seduce a man. It'd been twenty years since she and Howard courted, and she'd even forgotten how to flirt. Damn, she wished she could just come out and tell Ralph her problem and- My God-why not?

Why not just tell him? Beth considered it. The very worst that could happen was that he'd say no. He was a gentleman and wouldn't report the

conversation to anyone else. It certainly would save a lot of time to just tell him straight out what her problem was and what she wanted from him.

As if reading her thoughts, Ralph said, "You look worried about something, Beth. Wanta talk about it?"

"You're so kind, Ralph," she said gratefully. "As a matter of fact, I am worried-about Howard and me. We-we just aren't making it any more."

Blushing and finding it very hard to talk about such things, she gradually unfolded the story for Ralph, who listened attentively. She told how Howard wouldn't make love to her any more, how he was always too tired. She told how hard this was on her, how her need for sex continued. That was the hard part, to admit that she was horny, but somehow she managed to say it.

"So," she concluded, "I feel like a very vital part of our marriage is gone. What do you think we should do, Ralph?"

To her astonishment, Ralph turned beet red.

All the while he'd listened to her story, Ralph was thinking what a dumb jerk Howard was to neglect a gorgeous wife like Beth. He was thinking how he'd like to get into her pants if he had the chance, how he'd had a letch for her for years. He had a good mind to tell her that if she wanted sex, he was the boy to help her out. And then she turned those big blue eyes on him and asked him what she should do.

"Well," he began, his voice coming out in a lusty croak. He cleared his throat and started over. "Well, Beth, all I can say is that if you've talked it

over with Howard and he won't cooperate, you're gonna have to get satisfaction somewhere else."

It was vague, but it was enough of an opening for Beth. She leaned forward and put her hand on his powerful hairy arm and looked him right in the eye. Her heart was pounding, and with every passing second she felt more and more lust for her old friend. She prayed the feeling was mutual.

"Somewhere else, Ralph?" she said breathlessly. "Just what do you mean?"

Again Ralph cleared his throat. He was starting to sweat. Somehow, some way, Beth Taylor was turning him on like crazy. He just hoped he wouldn't embarrass himself and her by getting a hard-on. He tried to speak calmly as he answered her question, but just the gentle warm pressure of her hand on his arm was distracting and very exciting.

"Well, Beth," he said, "it would be up to your conscience, of course, but it sounds to me like you should take a lover. I mean, Howard should be taking care of you in bed, and if he's not-well, that don't mean you have to give up sex."

Now Beth was blushing just as hotly as Ralph, but she wasn't going to back down no matter how embarrassing it got. She leaned even farther toward him, their knees pressing hard together, and her eyes got huge and hot. She licked her lips.

"Maybe you're right, Ralph," she said slowly. "Maybe I should take a lover. But I wouldn't even know how to find one. After all, I'm not that young any more."

Ralph sighed. "You're young enough, believe me."

She thought of Howard still asleep in their bed, but she didn't feel guilty. He had a lover, too, after all. She was just evening the score. And it was so much fun. Ralph was unzipping her shorts now, tugging them down.

"Hey, no fair," she giggled. "You'll have me naked in a second, and you've still gut all your clothes on. You have to take something off."

"I'm not much to look at," said Ralph.

"To me you are," Beth said.

She pulled his t-shirt off and gawked at his broad, powerful chest with its mat of black hairs. It really turned her on. She pressed her naked tits against it and moaned softly. Ralph endured it for a few moments, then impatiently reached for her shorts again. She let him take them off this time, leaving her in just a flimsy pair of blue bikini panties.

"My turn," she said huskily.

She unzipped the fly of his jeans and tugged them down. To her delight, he wasn't wearing any shorts. She pulled his jeans off and tossed them aside, then turned eagerly back to stare at his cock.

It was only the second one she'd ever seen-a little shorter than Howard's but just as thick. And hugely erect.

Ralph's stiff white prick sprang from a dense but forest of black hairs. His balls, bright red, were swollen up like balloons. The fat bulb-like head of his dick was tight and nearly purple with engorgement. Beth gently ran her hand up and down the hard throbbing stalk of his cock, and

instantly big thick bubbles of juice ran from the slit-mouth and onto her fingers.

"Careful," Ralph gasped. "I'm so damned hot for you, I could come just from you touching me."

Beth sighed and pulled her hand away. "I know how it is," she said.

Ralph seized her panties and quickly pulled them off. He gawked hungrily at her copper colored triangle of mons curls, then ran his fingers through the pretty flame-orange bush. It was soft and delicate, a delight to touch. In fact everything about Beth Taylor was delicate and delightful. He could scarcely believe that he was about to ball her.

He slipped his hand between her legs and felt her crotch. It was scorching hot, swollen, and soaking wet with her helpless cunt juice. Nevertheless Ralph wanted to be sure she was ready for his dick. He had a colossal hard-on, and Beth seemed so frail and slender. He didn't want to brutalize her-he wanted to enjoy her.

Beth gasped with sudden sharp pleasure as Ralph's fingers closed around her tender little clit. His big callused fingertips were remarkably gentle and skilled as he began to knead her clit between thumb and forefinger. Howard had never done that to her, and it felt fantastic. She helplessly creamed all over Ralph's hand.

"Oooooo, yesssss," Beth gasped. "Oh, my God, Ralph, that feels good… Ahhhh…"

She wasn't faking her enjoyment, Ralph knew. No woman could fake the creaming of her cunt, and Beth's scalding stick pussy juice was running