Jeff Collins - Hot to trot neighbors

"Ohhsuckitsuckitsuckit!" Jennie shrieked out. "Aahhhhhh! Piss! Cock! Cunt! Pussy! Suck IT!"

And then it was all over for both of them.

Louise lay crouched against the wall, her hands covering her ears in vain. The hideous sounds-wet, slurping noises, obscene wails of encouragement, and ugly shifting of weight-all reached her loud and clear.

It was bad enough watching her father, she thought, tears streaming down her face. Her arms were covered with goose pimples, and she realized that she was shaking all over. She had never dreamed that her mother would be unfaithful to her father. The thought had never entered her head. But the evidence was clear. The facts presented themselves to her with merciless accuracy.

Then her mother's voice reached her loud and clear across the porch. "Now, you, lover," Jennie gasped. "Take your pants down and I'll suck your cock!"

Louise's eyes grew round and her breath came in great gasps as she watched the man scramble out of his clothes. Then her mother slid to the floor of the porch and the man sat in the swing, his huge, blue-veined cock bobbing directly in front of her mother's lips.

Louise's eyes traveled up until they found the man's face. She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming.

Her mother was about to suck her Uncle Ernie's cock! Her mother was committing adultery with her own brother-in-law!

Paul waited at the Pavilion until the dance was over. Only three couples were left on the floor, and no single girls were left at the tables.

He cursed himself for waiting too long to score, and cursed his sister for talking him into trying to fuck Louise Mills. Louise was a prude and a virgin, and she would probably stay that way.

He wished Alice were there right then so he could chew her out; chew her out and fuck her, because his sister would probably be the only ass he got that night.

"Hey, Paul!"

Paul whirled to see Marty Franks and his wife, Marie. He'd heard stories the previous summer about the couple. It was rumored that they were swingers and hosted parties where anything and everything could happen.

He'd often tried to get into one of them, but he'd always been told that he was too young.

As the couple approached, Paul eyed Marie. She was a tall redhead with a huge pair of swaying, braless tits under a tight, low-cut black dress.

Paul wasn't sure, but he thought he detected Marie eyeing him back.

"Hi, Marty… Marie."

"Hi there, stud," Marie smiled. "No date tonight?"

"Nah," Paul replied, "she didn't show up."

"Tough luck, chump," Marty said. "Why don't you come along with us? There's a party at Les Palmer's place on the other side of the lake."

Paul had also heard about Les Palmer. He was a giant of a man who called himself an artist, but nearly everyone knew that he dealt dope out of his big, expensive lakeside home.

"What kind of a party?"

Marie moved into Paul's side and, right in front of her husband, ran her cunt up and down his leg and her gigantic tits along his arm. "The kind you'll like, Paul, if you want some action."

Paul smiled. "Action is just what I'm looking for."

Five minutes later they were all in the front seat of Marty's car speeding around the lake. Marty drove, with Marie in the middle and Paul on the passenger side.

They had barely gone a mile when Paul felt Marie's hand on his thigh. It moved up until it rested on his cock. The young man moved uncomfortably in the seat, sweat popping out in beads on his forehead.

Then her hand was squeezing his dick and Paul felt it rise to the pressure. He eyed her husband out of the corner of his eye and thought he saw a smile on Marty's lips.

Harder and harder, Marie kneaded his cock until it was completely rigid and running clear to his navel under his pants. He choked back a gasp of lust as he looked down at the deep valley of her cleavage and the huge mounds of her tits illuminated in the lights of the dash.

Then her lips were against his ear. "You got a big one, lover," she whispered. "I'd like to get a taste of that in my mouth and my pussy!"

"Jesus, take it easy… your old man…"

Her tinkling laugh interrupted him. Marie turned to her husband. "Hey, honey, I told our little friend I'd dig a taste of his cock and he's afraid you might object."

It was Marty's turn to laugh. "Slit, Paul, what the hell kind of a party do you think we're goin' to at Les Palmer's?"

"I… I don't know. I've heard, but…"

"It's a fuck party, lover!" Marie said, fumbling with his fly and finally pulling Paul's stiff dick into the open. "Oh, look, Marty honey! Shit, he's got a nice one! Let me get a little of it before we get there or I'll never get a chance when he sees all that bare young pussy running around!"

"Help yourself," Marty laughed. "I'd join in but somebody's gotta drive!"

"C'mon, lover," Marie gasped, pulling her huge tits out of the top of her dress and climbing over the seat. "Let's get in the back. I want you to have enough room to shove that thing a long ways up in me!"

With a last look at Marty, Paul scrambled over the seat after her. He had a few qualms about fucking her, with Marty watching in the rearview mirror, but those qualms couldn't still his throbbing dick.

He leaned against the back of the front seat and pointed his prick at Marie's mouth. She swooped down over it like a hungry kid after a tit and sucked at it greedily.

"Jesus," Paul moaned.

"Fuck her hard, kid!" Marty called from the front seat. "Watch how she takes your dick all the way down. I don't care how big a cock is, little Marie can take it all!"

Paul looked down in amazement at the hard bone of his cock sticking out of his trousers and into Marie's beautiful face. Her experienced, encircling mouth glided up and down on the spit-slickened rod. The boy grimaced with pleasure and rocked forward and back, gently jabbing his prick in and out of the O formed by the pink lips of the gorgeous redhead.

She reached into his pants and took hold of his balls, gently massaging the cum-laden testicles, coaxing them to give up their juice.

"Uh… ooooh… aaahhh," Paul gasped as his excitement mounted.

Finally, no longer able to control himself, his balls shot their juice. The thick fluid spurted into Marie's throat and slid down as she gulped. She continued to suck as he twitched and groaned, pouring all the cum he had, and she swallowed every drop.

As his prick softened and it became clear that he was through, she let the ropelike length of meat slip out of her mouth and slide down across her chin. She caught it in her hand and carefully restored the limp shaft to his trousers.

Rezipping his fly, she smiled up at him. "There," she cooed softly, "how was that?"

"Fantastic," the boy croaked.

"That's just a taste of what you'll get at Les' tonight, baby."

Ernie was removing all his clothes now, and Louise just stood with her mouth open. She was speechless. She watched with her eyes opened wide in horror as her uncle rapidly removed every stitch that he was wearing.

Her eyes almost popped out of her head when Ernie stepped out of his shorts and straightened up. She saw his prick standing out from a dense growth of pubic hair. She couldn't believe her eyes. She had never thought that a man's cock could be so long or so thick. The young girl thought that she was going to faint when she saw her mother take the giant prick in her hand.

Then it happened. Her mother covered her lips with her teeth and lowered her head over Ernie's throbbing cock. As her lips closed over the blood-red head, Ernie gasped out loud and Louise's eyes bulged again as she saw the huge shaft disappear into her mother's mouth.

Louise watched as though she were hypnotized. Her uncle was now arching his back up off of the porch floor and trying to shove his cock farther and farther into her mother's mouth. Jennie's head was bobbing up and down more rapidly now and Louise could hear the slurping sounds that the woman's tongue made on her uncle's cock and the loud sucking noises that seemed to echo around the porch.