David Crane: Hot neighborly wife

She brought her frothy hand to her mouth and sucked her own pussy cream from her fingers. It was nice, she thought, though not as nice as spunk. But she was sure that Jimmy would like her cunt juice.

She abandoned her steaming pussy for a few minutes and cupped her fat tits in both hands. She held her tits up to her lowered face. She licked at the stiff nipples. Then she fingered her cunt again and wiped a smear of cunt juice onto her nipples and licked it off, tingling physically and emotionally. Juice ran from her fuck hole, running back into the crack of her ass and down her thighs in silvery trails.

Elizabeth was tremendously excited at seeing her cunt gush cream and she shifted her hands down again and began rubbing her clit and pussy lips with a steady rhythm designed to bring her to the peak.

Her whole lush body began to tremble and quiver. Her mouth parted and her eyes narrowed. She looked at Jimmy and lusted, hungrily. Then she concentrated only on the vibrant sensations within her own pussy and loins, feeling the initial waves of her climax begin to pass laterally across her loins, coming faster and with increasing frequency, until the series of waves became one single wave, hard and fast and high, coursing like lava through her cunt.

Elizabeth gasped.

Her body tightened and her cunt melted.

Panting and sobbing, she rubbed herself with abandon as her prolonged orgasm flooded into her cunt and down her crotch.

She smiled dreamily and slowly as her fingers from her hot pussy and traced back and forth along her juicy cunt slot. Again she looked down into the garden at the laboring teen.

She smiled sheepishly. Now that her fuck lust had been temporarily taken care of, she felt a bit ashamed of herself.

But Jimmy, she had to admit, still looked desirable…

Not only had Elizabeth never given herself a hand-job while fantasizing about guys before – but she had never fucked either – not even when she was young, herself.

Elizabeth had been a teenager when she had her first sexual encounter.

The man had been twenty-two.

He had also happened to be her uncle.

Uncle Charley, her mother's brother, had come to stay with them for a few weeks, being out of work and unable to afford to pay rent. Both of Elizabeth's parents worked and so the girl, during summer vacation, was left home with her uncle during the day. Uncle Charley was the black sheep of the family, a drinking man who was often without a job, a gambler when he had the money for it, a womanizer at all times. He was a wastrel – but a charming, handsome sort of wastrel. He had crisp black hair and a lean build and he dressed well, although no one ever knew where on earth he got the money to afford such expensive clothing.

On this particular day, Uncle Charley had been hanging around the house, not having the price of even a beer. Elizabeth had gone out earlier. When she came home she'd gone to her room and her uncle had apparently not realized he was not alone in the house.

If he had, Elizabeth was never to know it.

He was stretched out on the couch, watching television and, more out of boredom than need, had decided to give himself a hand-job. He opened his fly and drew his sizable cock out. It was not hard yet, but even soft it was an impressive hunk of cockmeat. He folded his fist around his cock and stroked it up and down slowly, eyes closed, thinking about naughty women.

That was when Elizabeth happened to enter the room.

She stopped in amazement.

She knew about cocks and, vaguely, that boys jacked off, but she had never imagined that grown men played with their cocks. Charley, at twenty-two, seemed very adult to the girl. She held her breath and stood in the doorway, staring at his cock. His hand rose and fell and his cock got bigger and harder. As his fist came up, the foreskin curled behind the ledge of the cock knob and as his fist descended the skin drew tightly back so that the cockhead flared out in a vibrant slab of prickmeat.

Elizabeth was fascinated.

After a moment she realized that she was getting hot and wet between the legs.

Then her uncle opens his eyes and saw her standing there.

Elizabeth blushed deeply.

She expected Uncle Charley to be embarrassed, as well.

But Charley looked surprised for only a moment, and then he smiled his charming smile at the confused girl. His fist went down to the root of his fucker and stayed there, so that a good five inches of intriguing cockshaft stuck up from his hand.

Elizabeth stared at his big prick.

Uncle Charley let her look.

Then he said: "Why don't you come a little closer, Elizabeth – if you want to look at my cock."

Elizabeth felt as if she were hypnotized. Her legs moved of their own accord, dreamlike, and she found herself moving over to the couch without consciously willing herself to do so. She stood beside him, looking down.

"Have you ever seen a hard cock before?" he asked.

"N-no," she murmured.

"Do you like it?"

She nodded slowly, frightened but, at the same time, intrigued.

"Do you know what I was doing?"

"You were jerking off, I guess," she whispered. She had never spoken that term aloud before.

"That's right. Do you know why men jerk off?"

"Well – I guess because they don't have a girl, huh?"

He nodded, holding his meaty tower of hot prick flesh at the hilt, the cock knob bulging and flaring.

"And do you know what happens after a while? After a man strokes his cock long enough?"

"I-I guess it feels real good and-and…"

"And what?" he asks, looking amused.

"And stuff shoots out."

"That's right. Thick, creamy stuff. Would you like to watch while I do that, Elizabeth? Humm? Would you like to watch the jism shoot out of my big prick?"

Elizabeth opened her mouth but no words came out. She didn't know what to say. She felt she should run from the room, and yet she had to admit that she wanted to stay – to see him shoot his cum-load.

Uncle Charley stroked his cock again, once, slowly. His cock head ballooned as his fist dragged down the prick stalk.

"Ooooh?" the girl moaned.

Charley smiled at the little whimper.

"Would you like to touch it?" he asked.

"It's wrong, Uncle Charley."

"Maybe. But it feels nice."

And she did want to touch his cock. Her hands were fairly burning for a feel, of that delightful prick. She knew that she was liable to be awfully ashamed of herself, afterwards, but at the moment she could not resist the unholy urge to touch his cock. She reached out, tentatively, then drew her hand back quickly, undecided, afraid to and yet wanting to.

"Come on," he rasped. "It won't hurt you, girl!"

Elizabeth reached out again.

This time her fingertips brushed the tip of his prick. It felt lovely – like a wad of hot iron encased in rubber.

Uncle Charley groaned with pleasure. Elizabeth wrapped her fist around his cock and began to pull it up and down the way she'd seen him stroking himself. Her hand skimmed lightly, at first, then she tightened her grip so that she was dragging the foreskin back and causing the prick knob to flare out like a hooded cobra. The excited girl bent over him, staring down at his prick. The cleft was parted and she could see silvery fluid bubbling in the piss hole.

Charley moaned with pleasure. Elizabeth did not know about sucking cock in those days – but her mouth was watering as she gazed at his cock meat.

Uncle Charley placed a hand behind her head. He pushed her face down gently.

What does he want me to do? the girl wondered.

He pushed her lower.

She was not resisting.

The slippery head of his prick brushed against her lips, then ran up her cheek, leaving a trail of spunk glistening in its wake. He pulled her head up and pushed it down again. His cock head once again brushed against her pursed lips.