Jane Fox - Naughty, naked neighbors

"I-I-I'm coming!" Nita shouted. She threw her legs up around Allen's back and hooked her heels together to hold on. Her body shook like a blade of grass in a high wind. It was wonderful. The hot flashes of passion burst in her body and made her shiver and shake with lust. She sped up the side of the moutain of pleasure and hovered for an instant on the brink of joy. Then she crashed down over the other side in the most intense, wonderful orgasm she'd ever had in her life.

"Aaaagh!" Nita squealed. "Oh, yes! Yes! Aaaaaaagh!"

Allen felt Nita's asshole start to pull at his prick. It was squeezing the cum right out of his balls. There was no way that he could stop the cum rising in his prick. The walls of Nita's ass were pulling it right out of him.

"Here it comes!" Allen shouted. He ground his prick into Nita's open shitter one last time and felt his cum shoot out, spraying the fiery depths of her asschannel with great spurts of cream.

"Awwwwww!" Allen hollered. It felt like he was going to come forever. He didn't know that his balls could store that much.

Nita gasped and shook as Allen's cum raced out of his swollen prick. She felt it splash out and slip over the sore tissue of her ass channel, soothing the soreness away. It spat and hosed so hard that it made her come even harder until both of them were rolling around and squealing in the pleasure of release.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Allen asked as he drew his spent cock out of Nita's asshole. He grinned down at her, knowing already what her answer would be.

"Bad?" Nita squealed. "It was wonderful! I don't know why we waited so long to try it again. I've never come so hard in my life. It was just super!"

Allen rolled over and smiled at the ceiling. Maybe this would be the start of a new life for Nita and him. Now they had tried almost everything and found that anything to do with sex was super. If only they had been able to stay in Los Angeles with their friends. Then they could have had lots of swinging parties with other couples who liked to swing.

Nita got up carefully and hurried to the bathroom. She held a warm washcloth to her sore ass and giggled. Ass-fucking was worth every bit of the soreness she felt now. She had a feeling that her asshole wouldn't be quite that sore the next time they tried it. Allen had taken care of her cherry shitter. Everything from now on would be pure pleasure.

"I think I'll look over this town tomorrow," Nita said as she climbed back in bed. "It's pretty small but I might be able to find another couple to swing with. There are swinging couples all aver you know."

Allen nodded. "Just be careful," he advised. "People around here might be pretty straight. We wouldn't want to get off on the wrong foot around here."

Nita giggled. She was sure that Allen was being too cautious. There were lots of ways she could tell if people were swingers without actually coming right out and asking. Maybe some of the people right here in the fourplex would want to play sexy games. She'd check on it in the morning.

Nita fell asleep with a smile on her face. Her dreams might not have been as sweet if she had known that Miriam Carison, their next-door neighbor, had heard her lusty squeals.

Miriam Carison turned the lamp off in the bedroom. She had been reading her church newsletter, waiting for George to come home from the office. Her handsome face creased in a frown. It sounded like the new people were awfully rowdy. He must have been beating up on his wife the way it sounded. Miriam couldn't think of any other reason for those awful yells the woman had made. It never occurred to Miriam that the new people might have been fucking. Miriam never thought about that subject. She avoided every sinful thought, just as the Reverend Thompson said a good Christian should do. Miriam never would have thought that squealing would be connected to that awful business people did as part of their marital duties. She had never squealed like that. Miriam just lay there and let George have his way when he insisted on exercising his right. She didn't like it, but it was a wife's duty to submit. Even the Bible said that.

Miriam got out of bed and padded into the living room. At least those awful howls from next door had stopped. She would have to get a good look at the new woman tomorrow. She probably had a black eye or something judging from the way that she had screamed. Her husband must be an awful man to make her scream like that.

Thank the Lord George had never done anything like that. George was a perfect husband, except for that one thing. She guessed she could put up with that, even though it was distasteful to her. It was getting a little bit harder to endure in the past few weeks, though. George had demanded that they do it twice in the last week. Miriam hoped that his awful animal urges would taper off pretty soon. It was ridiculous for a man his age to feel like that as often as George did. Twice a week was sinful, she was sure. She wished she could ask the Reverend Thompson about that, but she didn't want to bring up a subject that embarrassing with her minister.

Miriam heated herself a cup of coffee and switched on the television. She might just as well watch an old movie while she was waiting for George. He would probably be working late as usual. George had been working late for the last three weeks. There was a shortage of men down at the computer center and George didn't seem to mind working a double shift.

Miriam turned up the sound on the television and began watching a Humphrey Bogart movie. She picked up her knitting and started another row on the sweater that she was making for George for Christmas. Everything was quiet next door now. She just hoped that it would stay that way. She'd have to mention it to George when he got home. Maybe he could think of some nice way of quieting down their new neighbors. George was good at things like that. He was good with people. That's why he had such an important job at the computer center.

George leaned back in his swivel chair and propped his feet up on the desk. He had clocked out over fifteen minutes ago. He didn't really want to go home yet, though. Miriam was probably still up. He just wasn't in the mood for dealing with Miriam tonight. If she was asleep when he got home, he wouldn't have the urge to fuck her. After the fiasco last night he didn't want to have to touch Miriam for a while. His face turned red as he thought about what had happened less than twenty hours ago.

Miriam had been propped up in bed when he had gotten home. She had been reading those damn church things again and she tried to quote Bible passages to him while he was getting ready to take his shower. George wasn't interested in Bible passages. Hearing the words of the Good Book couldn't do anything for his hard cock.

George had thought that a nice long hot shower would help. It only seemed to make his cock harder, though. There was nothing he could do about the way his cock was jerking and pulsing as he towelled off. There was only one thing to do. He would have to fuck Miriam, even though the prospect sickened him.

George shivered a little as he thought about Miriam. He hadn't known that their sex life would be this bad when he had married her. She had never liked fucking, even though he tried to be kind and gentle every time he pushed his cock in her pussy. Miriam just didn't like to fuck. She was what some of those books called a frigid woman. She endured his frenzied pokings with a plastic smile on her face but George could tell that she didn't enjoy fucking one bit.

George stepped out of the bathroom and crawled under the covers. Miriam was lying on her side, facing away from him as usual. He could feel the tenseness in her body. She was hoping that he'd go straight to sleep and not demand his right as a husband.