David Crane - Hot neighborly wife

Jimmy had felt a couple of girls up, in the movies and in the corridor at school, after a dance. He had squeezed tit, both outside and inside a bra, and once a naughty girl had allowed him to have a feel of her hot pussy. But that was as far as his experience extended. He had never known the joy of having a girl even touch his naked prick, let alone fucking his cock into a cunt or a mouth.

He thought about the girls at school when he jacked off.

But mostly he thought about Elizabeth Tremayne. She was a married woman! She was no doubt getting well fucked every night! Jimmy found that a far more satisfying masturbatory fantasy than thinking about virgin girls who had never so much as touched his fucker.

Today, as he cut the grass, he had seen Elizabeth as she looked out her bedroom window.

Had the youth known what Elizabeth had been thinking, he would have come in his pants, on the spot. Not knowing, he still began to get a throbbing hard-on that was in need of attention. He tried to ignore it, but his cock kept getting bigger and harder and hotter. He guessed he had better jack it off, or else he was liable to cream in his jeans. He put the lawn mower back in the tool, shed.

He was tempted to jack off in the sheet.

But then he had a better idea. Elizabeth was no longer at her bedroom window. Maybe she had gone to the bathroom – naked, of course – and he could get a look at her silhouette on the frosted glass if he sought a vantage point in the bushes that extended along the common pound behind the houses on that street. He liked to jerk off in the open air. It was more refreshing and he could let his jism fly where it would, without having to mop up afterwards, as he did in the house or the shed.

Once, from the bushes, Jimmy had seen Mrs. Tremayne sunbathing in her back yard. Oh, what a glorious sight! She had been rubbing suntan lotion into the flesh of her inner thighs and he had whipped his prick out and shot his wad on the first stroke – and then kept right on jerking away until he came a second time, spraying the sticky cum all over the leaves and branches and fertilizing the grass with the deluge.

Walking bent over, to conceal his hard-on in case anyone happened to be looking, the horny teen went back to the line of thick bushes and neatly spaced trees. He was hidden from sight in the undergrowth and could beat his meat with impunity in the dappled greenery.

He moved along until he had a view of the bathroom window of the Tremayne house. She didn't seem to be in there. He was saddened and disheartened. He vowed to wait for a while, hoping to catch a shadowy outline of her body before he jacked off.

But his cock was raging with need.

He decided he would jack off once and, then wait. If he saw her behind that opaque window, he was damned well certain that he'd feel like beating his cock off again. He knelt down on the grass and opened his fly. His cock rushed out like a steel spring uncoiling, the cock knob glistening and dripping. It was, Jimmy knew, a big cock. He'd compared it to the cocks of the other guys his age, in gym class and in the showers, and his prick was as big as any and bigger than most. It was as long as the prick on the center on the basketball team, even – and that athletic teen was almost seven feet tall. So Jimmy was very satisfied with his big fucker.

If only he had some soft, hot, juicy place in which to empty his desperate and lonely fuck tool! He folded his fist around the hilt and began to stroke his cock up and down in a steady rhythm.

He kept his eyes shied on Elizabeth's bathroom window.

Which was why he did not see Brenda Dimbleby approach…

Brenda – nicknamed Dimples – was very well developed for her age, with small but pert tits, a well-packed and she had a way of walking with her loins sort of tucked in, almost swaybacked. The girl was, like Jimmy, a virgin.

Unlike Jimmy however, she was in no great hurry to get rid of her cherry. She had some vague idea that she might keep it until she was married – although her convictions were not absolutely firm on that. She was popular and had quite a few dates. She allowed guys to feel her tits if they took her out more than twice, although she had only let one guy finger-fuck her and had never jerked a guy off.

Brenda was quite innocent, really, although she was pretty sure that she was going to very much enjoy fucking, once she got started. As far as when that was, well, she would play it by ear – or, more to the point, by cunt – and let fate and circumstance decree. She had an idea that it was proper to start heavy petting and mutual masturbation before she went an to more serious things, like fucking and sucking. She played with her own pussy quite often and enjoyed coming.

Brenda lived in the house on the other side of the Tremaynes' from Jimmy's home and, therefore, shared the same greenery at the back. This morning, her mother had been nagging her to clean her room and she didn't feel like it so she had sneaked out, the back door and walked down to the trees and bushes, intending to hide until her mother forgot about it.

She wasn't feeling horny that morning, nor was she thinking about things of a sexual nature.

Not until she saw Jimmy jacking off.

Then it came over her in a hot flash, a wave of lust that flooded her nubile loins with urgency and need.

Why, that naughty guy! she thought: Oh, what a lovely big prick he has!

She slipped behind a tree and peeked out, wanting very much to observe the act to the conclusion, to see the horny teen squirt his jism all over the bushes.

Jimmy was kneeling, head and shoulders thrust back and belly thrust out. His prick stood out hugely and his fist ran up and down the cock lance rapidly. He was evidently enjoying the sensation, Brenda thought, because he was smiling. She fixed her gaze on the swollen, purple head of his cock, waiting eagerly to see it blossom with jism. Although she'd never watched a guy shoot off, she had a good idea that it was going to be a truly thrilling spectacle.

Brenda was wearing a sun dress.

As she peered around the tree, she suddenly realized that she had cupped her hand over her crotch automatically and was giving her excited pussy a nice squeeze.

Well, why not? What better time was there for a girl to masturbate than while she spied on a guy beating his cock meat?

But she didn't want to cream in her panties or to get cunt juice on her dress. She raised the hem of the flower-patterned sun dress and tugged her bikini panties down around her thighs. The elastic stretched tight, like a hobble, as her legs parted. She cupped her cunt mound again, naked this time, and began to rub and squeeze. Her clit seemed to explode in her hand and she gave a little gasp of pleasure…

And Jimmy heard that gasp!

The teen looked around quickly, giving Brenda no time to duck back out of sight. When he saw her peering around the tree, he turned bright red and trembled with shame.

He looked down, as if to make sure that he had been doing what he thought he had been doing – and blushed even deeper as he saw that, sure enough, his cock was in his hand.

He was still stroking his prick, in fact. Despite his horrible embarrassment at getting caught, he was so used to jacking off that his hand had continued to pump merrily away even after he had spotted Brenda.

Now he forced that hand to stop pumping his cock.

His fist ground to a reluctant halt, like a train grinding to a stop on the tracks. His prick remained hard, a fat tower of prick meat jutting out from his stationary hand.

He was trying to stuff his cock back in his pants.

His cock was too big and rigid to fit. It hurt when he tried to bend it. He grimaced with pain and groaned with mortification.

Then he noticed that Brenda was grinning. At least, she isn't shocked, he thought. She hadn't run off in horror or started screaming.