Norma Egan - The new neighbor

"Right," Jim said, sounding a little more relaxed, "nothing wrong with that at all. And, boy, do I love touching you."

He ran his hands all up and down her silky-smooth body, over her back and tits and belly and the soft warm curls of her muff. It was pleasant, but Gloria was getting impatient. Her ever-hungry pussy was boiling with need, and she wanted a stiff cock urgently. She started to think of ways to get Jim hard, and then she remembered her last session with Stan Wells and the new trick she'd learned.

"Jim," she panted, "lie on your back and I'll do something nice for you."

Again he reddened, but it didn't take him long to obey. He rolled onto his back in the soft grass, his pale cock lying limp and empty on his thigh. Gloria knelt beside him and dipped her face into his crotch. As her lips touched his warm soft meat, she felt hot saliva rushing to her mouth. She'd learned with Stan Wells how much fun it was to suck cock.

"You just relax, Jim," she said softly, "and I'll get you hard."

"Oh, wow, Gloria, I don't know if you should do that," Jim said worriedly. "I mean we've gone too far already, and – AHHHHHHH."

Jim forgot his words of caution as he felt Gloria sucking his limp meat into the fierce heat and wetness of her mouth. It was easy for her to take in the whole wrinkled little sausage, drawing it into her juicy hot mouth till his flopping red nut sacs brushed her chin. She started to suck fast and hard on his flaccid dick, and Jim gasped bud moaned.

"Oh, Jesus," he panted, "that feels fantastic. Nobody ever did that to me before. Christ, yes, Gloria, suck my cock. YES."

Gloria would have grinned if her lips hadn't already been stretched by his meat. At last she'd gotten his mind off his anxieties. All he could think of now was his cock in her mouth, the delicious heat and wetness of her saliva boiling around his dick, and the way she sucked his limp meat out like elastic, then let it snap back.

Gloria really got into sucking his limp cock, too. It didn't butt her throat or stretch her lips painfully like Stan's big cock-stand. It was fun to suck his soft tasty meat, and she made a lewd wet slurping noise as she worked on him. She knew how much it would excite him to think she was starved for his prick.

"Oh, man, that's fantastic," Jim moaned. "Keep sucking me, honey. I'm gonna get hard real quick this way."

Gloria certainly hoped so. Her hungry little twat ached for a good hard stuffing, and her cunt juice trickled steadily down her inner thighs. She wanted to get laid so badly, she could have screamed. True, she'd made love with Stan just last night, but lately her sex drive seemed to get stronger and stronger. She felt like she needed to fuck every single night.

So she worked hard and fast on Jim's tasty little limp cock, sucking it deep into her mouth, lashing it with her tongue, drawing in her cheeks to make a tight hot nest for his meat. Still he didn't seem to be getting hard, so she reached out and cupped his flaccid red balls, fisting them and giving them a gentle but steady massage.

"Oh, Christ, yes," Jim sighed, "play with my balls, too. That feels great, baby."

Obviously Jim was hotly excited, so why didn't he get a cock-stand? Gloria was doing everything she possibly could to make him hard. Or was he? She recalled another wicked bit exciting thing Stan had done to her. Maybe it would work on Jim.

Still sucking loudly and swiftly on his cock, still pumping his slack rosy balls, Gloria eased her free hand into his crotch and felt around till she was touching the small tight wrinkled mouth of his asshole. She began to rim the little hole, and Jim panted and moaned with excitement.

"Yeah, yeah," he whined, "stick your finger up my ass."

Gloria was surprised to hear that from the normally modest and discreet young lawyer, but she quickly did as he asked, popping the tip of her little finger into the tight humid mouth of his bumhole. Slowly she eased her stiff little finger up the searing clinging passage till she was lodged to the last knuckle in his fiery-hot asshole.

"Oh, my GOD," Jim moaned.

She could tell how wildly it excited him to be speared on her stiff finger, so she began to frig him with it, jerking her finger up and down in his gripping slick brownie. Jim moaned hoarsely, steadily, as she finger-fucked him, and finally it began to happen – she felt his soft little prick starting to grow on her tongue.

"Yeah, yeah, that's it, honey," Jim whined. "Just keep doing all that good stuff. I'm getting hard now."

Gloria didn't need to be told. She was still sucking his cock, massaging his balls, and jerking her stiff little finger rapidly up and down in his steamy little bumhole. As she worked she could feel his cock lurching, then stiffening. It blossomed into six thick inches of stiff cock-meat, stretching her jaws almost painfully and poking right into her throat.

"That did it," Jim sighed.

Gloria drew back and let his stiff-standing cock pop from her mouth. It stood straight up from his belly, gleaming with her saliva and oozing its own hot sticky juice. It wasn't quite as long and thick as Stan's cock, but it was plenty big enough for her needs. She wanted to jump right on it – but first she had some business to take care of.

Jim was reaching for her, trying to draw her down on the grass beside him. "Gloria, I've got to have you," he whined. "My cock's so stiff, it's killing me. Come on, baby, let's ball, PLEASE."

"I'd love to fuck you, Jim," Gloria said coolly, "but you have to do me a favor in return."

"Anything," Jim panted, "you name it."

"Invite me to your next cocktail party," Gloria said.

"But I couldn't do that!" Jim moaned. "My wife wouldn't stand for it."

"Too bad," Gloria said, reaching for her clothes. "I guess you'll just have to jack off, then."

"Oh, God," Jim moaned. "All right, all right, Gloria, you win. I'll think of some excuse to get you into the party. Now for God's sake let's fuck."

Grinning broadly, Gloria chopped her clothes and leaped over to straddle Jim's belly. She brought her soaked little cunt down around the stiff pole of his cock, pushing till his hard purple prick-head touched her womb. Jim's eyes rolled back in his head, and almost instantly he began fucking her in hard deep urgent strokes.

"Ooooooo," Gloria squealed, "yes, YES. Fuck me, Jim. Oh, God, that feels good."

"It sure as hell does," Jim sighed. "Christ, your box is so friggin' hot and tight. Ohhhhh, man."

They didn't talk after that, just humped furiously, Gloria's big heavy fits bouncing crazily as she sat on him, Jim pumping away steadily, his thick cock-meat stuffing and reaming her boiling hot little twat. Gloria forgot everything but the fantastic pleasure of being balled. She needed a long hard fucking – and she got it.

"Ohhhhhh, Jim, you're making me come," she yelped.

Her urgently gripping cunt muscles squeezed his cock hard as she came, and Jim watched in horny fascination as Gloria writhed and bucked and wailed over him, her steamy twat-juice pouring out to wet his balls and belly. He almost came himself, but managed to hold out awhile longer, bringing Gloria off again and again.

"Oh, God, it's togood," Gloria babbled. "Keep doing it to me, Jim, keep fucking me."

"I'll try," Jim moaned, "but it isn't gonna be long now. Christ, you're HOT."

Jim gritted his teeth and pumped away, red-faced with lust and effort, but they'd been balling steadily for over five minutes and he just couldn't hoist out any longer. He gave a hoarse yelp and began to shoot his load, filling and overflowing Gloria's red-hot nipping box. The steamy bath brought her off one last time.

"Ahhhhh," Jim bellowed.

"Ohhhhhhh," Gloria wailed.

Then they rolled apart and rather sheepishly put on their clothes. They'd been recklessly loud, and it was a miracle no one had heard them. Jim looked around nervously as if he expected his wife to rush out of the bushes and shoot both of them.