J Long - Neighborhood wives

Which is a pretty rare occurrence in America today.

Orson's back was to the shower nozzle and most of the fine spray was buzzing against his spine. His hands were against the tile wall to support himself as he lunged again and again into Ethel's mouth, sinking his cock deep and true into her mouth and down her throat.

Orson loved Ethel. Ethel loved Orson. They were made for each other.

Usually they didn't indulge in freaky sex things like cocksucking, but Ethel knew that Orson loved to have his prick sucked every once in a while, and she was more than willing to perform the task because she loved him.

As her cheeks bulged with her mouthful of cock, Ethel looked up and winked at Orson.

Orson huffed and puffed as her mouth made delicious sucking noises on his cock. He winked back at her. He didn't mind having his cock sucked, but he knew that Ethel loved to suck his cock every once in a while and he was more than willing to perform the task because he loved her.

So, thinking only of each other's pleasure, cocksucking was something that both of them didn't want to indulge in.

Ethel grasped the shaft of Orson's prick and gave it a few hot and heavy jerks. Orson moaned, pretended to be pleasured. Ethel moaned, pretending that she wanted to gobble all of his prick when, in actuality, she couldn't wait to get his prick into her cunt.

Ethel reached under and felt her pussy. Was that shower water or cunt-juice? Christ, the lips of her pussy were so slippery. Then she felt Orson's hands on the top of her head.

Was he trying to push her away because he was thinking of her?

She remained firmly in place, forcing more of his cock into her mouth until the big mushroom head touched the back of her throat.

Orson tightened his grip on her head. Was she trying to eat all his cock because she was only thinking of him and his pleasure? Oman tied to shove her head away from his cock.

Ethel fought him hard, her teeth coming into gentle play all around his prick.

They seesawed back and forth like that for almost ten slushy-noised minutes. He trying to shove her away, she trying to shove his prick into her mouth. What a lovely pair they made! Always thinking of the other's pleasure.

Orson could feel that wonderful sensation of pre-cum oozing out of his cock. Jesus, his wife didn't have to swallow that if she didn't want to. God, he wasn't a pervert or something – just a man who loved his wife and wanted to see to her needs.

Ethel tasted that droplet of cum-juice that leaked out of his cock. Gosh, maybe he wanted to cum in her mouth for the first time. Having Orson's prick shooting off in her mouth was okay with her as long as she knew it was pleasurable for him. She doubled her cocksucking efforts, urging more of his jism out of his cock. Her hands blurred on that part of his cock that she couldn't eat.

Orson was getting desperate. He didn't want to be one of those perverts like some of those niggers that he had to work with who were always bragging about how they shot all their jizz all over their mammy's face. No, he loved his wife, adored his wife. He would not be perverted.

He tried to pull his cock out of Ethel's sucking mouth.

Ethel bit down gently and looked up at Orson. No, she was determined to give him the pleasure that he so desperately needed – she wanted to have him shoot his jizz into her mouth because she knew that it would realty please him and it would help her to show him how much she really loved him.

Orson gripped Ethel's shoulders and tried to shove against her. But her lips were like glue on his prick. And every time he pulled back, her teeth would come down trap-like and catch his cockhead right behind the flaring ridge. Ouch!

Orson moaned, trying to hold back all that jizz that threatened to erupt from his balls and make an unholy bleach-white inns out of his loving wife's mouth.

"Oooooh, Ethel."

Ethel knew for sure now that what Orson wanted was to shoot off in her mouth. That was okay with her. And besides, she had her finger in her cunt as she was crouched before her husband sucking his loving prick.

Orson wanted to scream to Ethel, to command his wife to quit sucking his prick. But he couldn't, because he had never told Ethel or ordered Ethel to do anything for him. He had been the one who had always done as much for her as any idea husband could do.

So he was caught between a rock and a hard place.

Meanwhile, Ethel was caught between a prick that threatened to burst in her mouth and the cold tile wall that her head kept hitting as she backed off Orson's prick. But now she was doubly determined that her husband get his rocks off in her mouth. Stilt, she loved him too much to deny him one of life's greatest pleasures. Her cheeks hollowed, and her lips made obscene noises as her mouth moved back and forth, back and forth, on Orson's cock.

Orson held as still as possible, not moving a muscle – well, he did move one muscle but that was because nature made his cock vibrate and quiver and pulse. He didn't want to move because he was trying to think of knitting and sewing and crochet, anything to get his mind off what his wife's mouth was doing to his cock.

Shit, he loved Ethel too much to abuse her or degrade her by shooting wads of jizz into her mouth. God, but it was getting hard to think. In plain truth, everything was getting hard.

Ethel felt the throbbing pulse in Orson's cockmeat. She grabbed his taut asscheeks, pulled his cock deep, then deeper into her mouth. God, the pain in her throat was enough to make her gag. But she began to think about bowling, yesterday's hockey scores, the price of meat, anything that would take her, mind off that pressure in her throat that was making the bile rise in her stomach.

Orson couldn't stand it much longer. Something had to give.

Ethel was turning blue in the face by having so much cock rammed down her throat. God, hurry and come, Orson! Come, Orson come!

Rrrrriiiinnngggg!

Orson opened his straining eyes. What was that?

Ethel's mouth retreated an inch off Orson's cock. Was that the telephone?

They raised their eyes heavenward and thanked the Lord.

"I'll get it, Ethel," Orson said hoarsely, slipping his cock gently out of Ethel's tight mouth.

"No, no," Ethel said, getting to her feet and taking in gusts of oxygen. "I'll get it… you stay here and shower up. Maybe we'll continue after I see who it is."

Because they only thought of each other, both made a mad dash out of the shower stall, both telling the other that they would answer the phone and that their mate should stay in the shower and relax.

"Hello," Ethel said in the hallway phone.

"Hello," Orson said in the bedroom phone.

"Hello," said a twangy Texas voice. "Is this the Waco fish market?"

"I'm afraid you have the wrong number," Ethel replied at the same time that Orson was flying, "I'm afraid you have the wrong number."

To which the Texas twang replied, "Sorry 'bout that, folks. Say, you better hare your phone checked out 'cause it sure sounds echoey."

"We will," Ethel and Orson replied simultaneously.

They hung up the phones.

In their hurry to get back to the shower and show each other how much they loved each other, they bumped nakedly in the bedroom, tit to chest, cock to cunt – God has a funny way of making the two sexes conform figuratively.

They kissed… lovingly. They embraced… adoringly. They squirmed… sweatingly. They fucked… lustfully.

Ah, what impromptu lovers this star-crossed pair had become. From cocksucking in the shower to fucking in the bedroom – it was so natural and graceful and lovable.

Ethel laughed. "I love you, Orson." Then giddily, she fell back on the bed, spreading her thighs wide and opening up her pussy for Orson.

Orson couldn't see why Ethel was laughing while loving him – but what he could see was one of the reasons why he loved Ethel. Christ, her cunt looked so oozy and juicy and walnutty odors were wafting to his brain. God, how he loved Ethel.