J Long: Neighborhood wives

Herbie couldn't believe he had his hands on a cunt – he was actually feeling a girl's pussy. He wanted to scream and rant and rave, grab a microphone and tell all his buddies that he finally felt a cunt.

His fingers felt like an army of ants as he tried to touch all over her wet pussy.

Marcie couldn't help moaning and couldn't keep back the sharp shuddering gasps that exploded from her mouth. God, his fingers were everywhere in her pussy.

"Oooooooh noooooo!" Marcie groaned, trying to clamp her thighs together, not to keep him out but to create more delicious friction between his fingers and her convulsing cunt.

Herbie just couldn't believe that a cunt could feel this greasy, this warm.

He was having a hard time keeping his hand on Marcie's cunt now because she was bucking and hunching like crazy. Her tits were wobbling and her hair was flying and her mouth was screaming, "Do it, Herbie… Oh, gosh, it feels so good… do it, please, Herbie! Do it… hurry!"

Here it came.

His first fuck.

His first piece of pussy.

He was on his knees, shoving out his cock, wondering how the hell her cunt was supposed to meet his prick. She was moving around like crazy… God, please help him! Help him put his big fat cock into Marcie's cunt before he creamed all over her crotch and made an ass out of himself.

God helped him. Or at least she must have heard him.

Because Marcie was so fucking hot, she grabbed his cock.

Christ! What smooth and firm and hot things cocks were! Gosh! And it has such a funny shape at the tip – like a huge mushroom. And greasy stuff was coming out of this little slit at the very tip.

Nooooo! Noooooo! That greasy stuff was what made babies! Those were those cute tadpoles and polliwogs that she had seen in her sex education film at school.

Gosh, there were so, many polliwogs pouring out of that little slit. And gosh, his cock just jumps and throbs and quivers – oh, it's so big!

Marcie knew his cock would hurt, knew it would be painful as his cock entered her pussy – just like it was hurting now as she helped get his cockhead into the small opening of her cunt.

Oh, noooooo!

Pain. Agony.

Marcie writhed, bit her fingernails, then realized she should have never let go of his prick, because Herbie jammed all of his cock into her tight cunt in one long, pain-screeching thrust.

"Aaaaiiiiieeee!"

Pleasure. Ecstasy.

Herbie was fucking Marcie like a hard-up rabbit. His lunges were shoving his cock in and out so fast that he could barely see the shaft as it entered, then came out, in rapid, super fast fuck-strokes.

God, his cock had never felt so good in his life. All that wet, warm meat surrounding his sensitive prick. All that tight, gripping pressure that surrounded his shaft. Oh, God! His balls throbbed and his cock shook. He didn't know where he was anymore because his mind was filled with dizzy pleasure.

Marcie was screaming her guts out. God, his cock felt like a huge wedge that was splitting her pussy in half. And it was so hard, like steel, super-strong, super-stiff. And, God, the way his cock throbbed deep inside her! And all that hot friction as ht nicked back and forth so damned fast!

"Aaaiiiiiieeeee! Herbib! Oh more, Herbie! Give me more-uh – uh-uh-oh, God!"

Marcie's thighs vised around his hips, urging him to stick his cock as far into her cunt as he could – obviously, she had changed after her pussy had gotten the first taste of a big, fat cock, which is usually the case with most typical American virgins today.

Now, Marcie didn't give a rat's ass shit about what her mother would think. All she could think about was the unbelievable pleasure that was coming from her clit as Herbie's cock scraped across it with each deep stroke.

Herbie knew he was going to blast his cum out – because ten seconds ago the jizzy feeling was in his toes, five seconds ago his thighs became taut like steel, and the jizz came flowing out of his balls and flying out of his cock.

"Oh Herbie! What's happening… your – oh, God! It's so hard – I can feel it pulsing aaailiieeee!"

Herbie's tongue was like a slack wet rope as his jizz continued to shoot out of his cock in huge blobs. His eyes could no longer focus on Marcie's ecstatic expression nor on those beautiful tits that were bouncing and jouncing in front of him.

The last spurt of cum shot out of his cock rather weakly. Marcie's cunt accepted the spurt hungrily as she grimaced and made her cunt squeeze down on Herbie's prick.

Herbie collapsed, falling on the pillows that were her tits.

"Oooooooh, God! Marcie… God! Your cunt felt soooooo goooooood!"

While Herbie was having his dream about Marcie when she was a teen, Marcie was sniffing her finger – well, actually she was sniffling and her finger just happened to be under her nose because she had intended to wipe away some of the sluggish snot that dribbled from her nose. That was when she caught the whiff of cunt. And that, she realized angrily, was what made her husband wrinkle up his nose – the smell of pussy.

Pussy to Marcie didn't smell bad. But like most American girls, she was used to the smell of cunt.

Marcie sniffed, sniffled. Was there something wrong with the smell of cunt. It wasn't a rancid smell, nor did it smell like something stale like a minute-old fart, or garbagey like something a year-old in the refrigerator. When she took a big whiff, the aroma actually had a tart smell, like the times her mother used to make walnut pie and little Marcie would have to crush up three thousand walnuts to get them to fit into her mother's twenty-pound pie. That's what it smelled like – crushed walnuts.

Marcie was doubly pissed now. Herbie liked walnuts – his favorite candy was Walnettos. Hell, when little Suzy was six years old, Herbie would go through her trick-or-treat bag and steal all the Walnettos while their daughter was left with just Ju-Jubes and jelly beans.

Christ, why did he have to make those Halloween faces at the way her cunt smelled?

Tears spilled from her eyes and she sniffled again. She ready to turn on her side and turn off the lights when she saw that ghastly-looking Trojan Extra Large rubber that was filled with somebody's cum.

But whose cum?

She picked it up gingerly, just the tips of her fingers coming into contact with the squishy, rubbery, obscene thing. Whose rubber? Whose cum? Whose been fucking in her bed?

She knew it wasn't Herbie's rubber. Herbie never wore rubbers – unless it rained like Morton Salt, but then those rubbers he would put on his feet and not on his middle leg.

She also knew it wasn't Herbie's rubber because his prick couldn't possibly fit into a Trojan Extra Large.

God, whose huge cock had filled this condom? It had to be a huge cock – only something about a foot-long could have possibly gotten into that rubber.

Marcie stretched the Trojan Extra Large from end to end. It had to be a cock at least fourteen inches long.

The only thing she was sure of now WAS that it was not Herbie's cock that had been cloaked by that condom. Because Herbie only had a ten-inch prick and it would have looked like a parachute on his prick instead of a rubber. No, this rubber had masked some stranger's prick. Same man had obviously used this rubber to fuck some girl in their bed.

Marcie frowned as sperm leaked out of the end and dribbled on her thigh. Yeeeeccchhh!

She brushed away the nasty-looking puddle of jizz that had drenched her thigh. It was too bad that the hand she used to brush away the sperm was the hand that held up the open end of the Trojan Extra Large. Her other hand held the reservoir tip and the shriveled rubber spilled its copious contents onto the thigh that she had just brushed off.