David Crane - Hot neighborly wife

"Okay?" he asked.

"Ummm," she purred. "I mean, it hurts, of course, being the first time I've ever had a cock up there – but I can bear it."

Carl felt a surge of pride that his wife was so brave, so willing to venture into the unknown realms of buggery.

He fed her another inch of prick.

The fat, cock head forged a passage, spreading her taut asshole out and blazing the trail for the long, thick fuck rod that followed. Elizabeth began to squirm happily as she enjoyed the sensation of having a hot, bloated cock head fucking gradually into her bowels. It was a pleasure that she had been without for too long. She'd forgotten how nice ass-fucking felt. He pushed another two inches of cock into her ass and her ass muscles began to relax and spread, accepting his cock at first, and then starting to actively fuck on his prick.

Carl moaned with the delightful sensation of having her asshole start to wring his prick. It felt as if she were sucking his cock right up towards her belly.

Holding her by the hips, he shoved harder and fucked every inch of his cock up her asshole. His balls were jammed into her sodden crotch and his hairy belly was tight against the curve of her ass.

"Okay, honey?" he asked, afraid that he might have injured her with that last fuck thrust and hoping not – for this was a new treat and he wanted to enjoy it to the end.

"It feels lovely," she purred.

Carl began to fuck her ass with gusto.

His first fuck-strokes were slow but then her tight ass channel adjusted fully and he was able to lance his prick in with as much fluid speed as if he'd been fucking her slippery cunt. He held her hips steady and fucked in, then shifted his hands to her tits and mauled those ripe globes, pulling on the nipples and massaging the tit mounds. Her ass was dancing and fucking on his ass-reamer.

Carl wondered if his wife could come, this way.

She had no sensitive clit in her ass. Being a thoughtful man – and not realizing that Elizabeth was determined not to come – he slid his hand down to her pussy and began to rub her clit. She moaned and let him caress her tingling clit for a moment, then she pulled his hand away, knowing that a scant few seconds of that would have her hovering at the peak and unable to resist a climax.

Carl fucked in relentlessly, panting like a steam engine, his big prick driving like a piston.

Her ass and hips were buffeted on his fuck thrusts, tilting and twisting. Her ass guts seemed to be sucking on his cock-knob and her asshole was smothering his cock shaft in a velvet vice.

"Come," she whimpered. "Oh! I want to feel your hot, thick jism pour into my ass!"

Coming was the object of the game, as of most games, and Carl started to pour the cock to her with redoubled vigor. His balls swelled up to alarming proportion as they filled with cum. His cock was expanding, spreading her asshole wider and fucking even deeper.

He howled with wild joy.

Elizabeth felt his hot cum flood her ass guts. It felt so lovely that she almost came, herself.

He fucked away, draining his cock and balls to the dregs, shooting load after load of his jism into her ass. At last, spent, he slumped down behind her. She sighed happily. Carl didn't understand what she had got out of it. He certainly wouldn't have fancied having a fat prick stuck up his ass. But still, that was what made the difference between the sexes, he reasoned – and if a woman has a hole, any hole, she naturally wants it to be stuffed full of cock.

His prick was softening and shrinking in her ass.

He pulled his cock out slowly. Elizabeth turned over, smiling contentedly. "Did you enjoy it?" she asked.

"Yeah!" he exclaimed enthusiastically.

"We'll have to fuck that way more often," she said.

"Sure – but was it good for you, too? I mean – did you came?"

Elizabeth gave him a mysterious look. "Not yet," she said. "But I will." Carl misunderstood. He reached for her, intending to bring her to a climax with his hands or, if she liked, his tongue. But she shook her head.

"You mustn't be late for work," she told him.

She bent down and took his soiled prick into her lips and gave it a nice wet suck. Then she lay back, relaxed and smiling with… was it anticipation?

Carl was bemused. He could only suppose that she wanted to stay horny all day, so that she would enjoy it more when he got home from work and threw a fuck into her.

What else could that strange smile imply.

Jimmy had spent the whole morning resisting the urge to jack off…

He awoke, as always, with a nice big hard on. Still groggy with sleep, he wrapped his fist around his prick and began to jack off, slowly and steadily. The teen always enjoyed his first hand-job of the day and liked to linger over it.

Suddenly, he remembered!

He was going to meet Brenda Dimbleby at Elizabeth Tremayne's house!

He tore his hand away from his cock. He didn't want to waste a load of spunk on his fist when he had Brenda to fuck. He had every expectation of fucking her today but, at the very least, he knew that she would suck him off again and he wanted to have a full set of balls for her to milk. But it was going to be damned hard not to jack off until it was time to meet her. He was in the habit of beating his meat with great regularity, at least once in the morning, first thing, and once at night, the last thing he did before he went to sleep, as well as on various other occasions in the course of the day. He was addicted to jerking off. It was going to be hard to kick the habit.

But the teen was determined.

Several times during the morning he caught himself just in time, with his fist already flying up and down his prick from force of habit. Once, he forgot long enough so that some slippery pre-cum had started to seep out before he remembered and stopped.

He tried a cold shower.

The spray, falling on his upright prick, made him hornier.

He tried looking at a sporting magazine. The baseball bats reminded him of his hard cock and he almost struck out. He thought he might go to the playground for a game of catch – but was reminded that his catcher's mitt made a passable replica of a cunt, and that he had fucked it many times. He knew that he had to avoid the kitchen, although it was lunchtime and he was hungry, because there were too many fuckable things in the cupboard and the refrigerator. He had fucked liver and jello, peanut butter and jelly. Once he had fucked a squash.

His willpower was failing.

His hard, throbbing prick seemed to be taking control of his mind and his body. It was linked to his hind by clockwork. As his cock lurched, his fist dived for it automatically.

He could wait no longer – he was half an hour early but he simply had to get out of the house. If Brenda wasn't there yet, at tent he would be safe from jacking off, because Mrs. Tremayne would be home, and he couldn't very well pull his prick in front of her.

He crossed the lawn and went up to her back door. The door was partly open and, having been invited, he saw no reason why he should knock. He walked in, his cock bulging in his pants.

He arrived just in time to see Elizabeth sitting on his girlfriend's eager face…

Jimmy was shocked at first.

Are they lesbians? he wonders.

But Brenda couldn't be a lesbian – she had sucked his cock and given him every reason to believe she was going to let him fuck her cunt, as well. And Mrs. Tremayne was a married woman – lesbians didn't have husbands, did they? Was he mistaken? Wasn't Brenda doing what it looked like she was doing?

He squinted and crouched to get a better view. Yes, there was no doubt about it – Brenda's tongue was flashing away on the older woman's dripping cunt. And then the horny teen realized that, far from being disgusted by this perversion, he was enchanted. His cock, already swollen with need, was starting to tingle as if it was suddenly going to go off of its own accord, in his pants. It must be the sort of thing that girls do when they are alone together, he reasoned – and he was thankful that he had arrived in time to witness it.