David Crane: Hot neighborly wife

They heard the shocked woman gasp.

When they saw her standing there in the doorway, they both echoed her gasp.

She looked shacked and furious, of course – but her attitude was somewhat weakened by the fact that she was holding a fat rubber prick in her hand and was cupping her other hand over her cunt.

They were just about to climax when she caught them.

And at that point, no matter how embarrassed they were, it was too late to stop. They fucked away to a creamy conclusion.

Later, there was a great deal of ranting and raving and recrimination. What annoyed the deceived woman most of all was their audacity. They blamed it all on her brother.

After that fateful day, Elizabeth's mother took to arriving home at unexpected hours and phoning her husband at his office to make sure he had not sneaked home for a bit of incestuous fucking. So Elizabeth and her daddy were no longer able to fuck every day, although they did manage to get a few fucks in from time to time, when one or the other was feeling so ashamed that it was worth the risk.

Elizabeth, having grown accustomed to steady prick, both avuncular and paternal, found herself constantly frustrated now. She discovered where her mother had hidden the dildo and fucked herself silly with the rubber cock, but it was a poor substitute for the real thing, mainly because the damned thing could not come. She missed having a load of jism at the end of a fuck or suck.

But she soon discovered that cocks were plentiful and easy to come by for a sexy girl. She took to going out in the evening and allowing herself to get picked up by strange men. The men were invariably older, in their twenties, at least, and had automobiles or apartments of their own, or the money to rent a motel room.

That was the main reason why Elizabeth had never fucked a guy, even when she herself was young. There never seemed to be a time and a place in which to fuck.

Sometimes she stayed out all night.

Her mother didn't seem to mind – and, in fact, was just as glad to get the nubile competition out of the house.

Her father could hardly object.

Elizabeth would walk down the street, her hips swaying, her cute ass swinging like a pendulum… and it was never very long before a car pulled up and she was offered a lift. She almost always accepted. It didn't much matter to the randy teenager if the man was good looking or not. She preferred them to be not too ugly, nor too fat, but it wasn't all that important, as long as they had big, hard pricks and balls full of jism.

She even seduced her English teacher.

She fucked the neighbors on both sides of the house and she sucked off the butcher, in his shop, kneeling down in front of him with the dead meat hanging all around them and his very much alive cock meat squirting cum into her hungry mouth.

Once, she got gang banged on her birthday and thought it the nicest birthday present a girl could ever have. She had gone to a lover's lane with a man who had fucked her a few times before. No sooner had he got her stripped naked than four other men appeared. They had been lurking in the trees and it was obvious to Elizabeth that it had all been prearranged. She knew that she had a terrible reputation, and did not blame the horny men. The man she was with looked nervous and a bit guilty when the others approached.

"Well, fancy meeting you fellas here," he said.

But Elizabeth had put him at his ease. "The more the merrier!" she said. And she proceeded to fuck all five of them, twice each, and get some cocksucking in along the way. She enjoyed it so much that, for a while after that she never went out with a single man, but always made sure he had a few friends to join them. By the time she was eighteen, Elizabeth had fucked miles of assorted prick and drank gallons of cum. But not one that, had she ever fucked a man younger than twenty one.

Then she met Carl Tremayne.

He was big and brawny, ten years older than Elizabeth – and best of all, he was stuck to the other end of the biggest cock she had yet encountered.

They met at the theater, on one of the rare evenings when Elizabeth had gone out for any reason other than to get fucked. He was from out of town and did not know how sordid her reputation was. That was rather refreshing. Just about every man in town, from twenty-one to fifty, had fucked her at least once and they tended to treat her like a punch board. Carl was attentive and charming. He was trying to seduce her, of course, but not knowing that seduction was unnecessary with Elizabeth, he treated her with respect – and in the process, won her heart.

Elizabeth, with an eye to the future, did not go to bed with Carl that first night. It was the only time that she could remember going out with a man without fucking him or sucking him off, and it made a nice change. He asked her out again the next day.

Enough was enough, however.

On that second date, pretending that she was innocent and inexperienced, but had fallen in love and was therefore willing, Elizabeth allowed Carl to fuck her. He fucked her very satisfactorily. They began to go steady. She began sucking his prick, saying: "Oh, I never knew that it was nice to have a cock in my mouth, Carl – it must be because I love you so much."

She had never been sure if Carl believed her. He seemed to take her, at face value – and he certainly loved to take her in the face.

He proposed marriage a month afterwards and Elizabeth accepted without hesitation. Her life as a punchboard had ended. Despite the fact that she had been a very promiscuous young lady, she had become a faithful wife. Maybe it was because she had already sampled so many cocks that she no longer felt the need for variety. She thought that was probably true. They had a happy life together and Elizabeth never thought of cuckolding Carl.

And then came the day that he awoke late and didn't have time to give her a morning fucking and, looking out the window, she saw the smooth-skinned teen cutting the lawn next door – and realized, with amazement, that she had never once fucked a teenager.

Now, standing in front of the looking glass, with the cunt juice running down her thighs, Elizabeth frowned with concentration. She was wondering if she could seduce the teen without any repercussions. If Carl were to find out – well, it wouldn't be worth it. But it was true that what a man didn't know couldn't hurt him.

She began to consider the possibility seriously.

She might have been even more serious and determined to fuck the teen next door, had she realized that her husband was fucking his teenaged secretary.

Just as Elizabeth had felt horny because they had not had time for their usual morning sex, so did her husband feel the urge to empty his swollen balls. But unlike his wife, Carl had a handy outlet.

Cathy Jenson was eighteen years old.

She could not type without looking at the keys, she could not file, she could barely read and write, let alone take dictation.

But, oh, could she fuck!

Cathy had long blonde hair and big blue eyes and a pair of tits that stuck out like a shelf. A lot of her trouble in filing, in fact, was because her tits got in the way, looming out over the cabinet. Her ass was as round as a beach ball and her legs were long, smooth and usually wide apart.

Carl had lusted for her as soon as she came into his office for the interview. She had been perfectly honest with her prospective employer, admitting to all of her limitations. He had desperately wanted to hire her – at the very least she would be decorative in the office – but he could find no justification for giving her the job. The other applicants were all skilled at secretarial work, but they were mousy creatures with flat chests.

"Well – errr…" he'd stammered.