Jeff Collins - Hot to trot neighbors

She motioned to him and Paul leaned down.

"You know who this is screwing me?" Paul shook his head. "It's Louise Mills' uncle, Ernie Mills! And do you know who he came with?"

"Who…? Louise?"

"No… her mother, Jennie! She's over there, in that bedroom!"

Paul moved into the room. Sure enough, there was Jennie Mills. The redhead, Marie Franks, was on the bed and Jennie was wildly eating her cunt.

Marie waved at him and Paul smiled back. His dick rose as he watched Jennie's beautiful ass gyrate.

"Jennie, honey, there's a cock behind you! You want to be fucked while you eat me?"

"Yeah… yes, fuck me," Jennie gurgled into Marie's pussy.

She felt a finger, and then two, go up her asshole. She moaned louder. She had already been fucked twice since she and Ernie had arrived, but not in the ass.

His fingers hurt, but they excited her. She wanted a hard cock inside of her shithole, not just fingers.

"Do it! Do it now!" she moaned back to him, turning her head so that he could see the flushed look of lust that swept across her face. "Please, fuck my ass, but be gentle at first!"

Jesus, she looks just like Louise, Paul thought. Sucking her will almost be as good as fucking her daughter!

"Hurry!" Jennie moaned. "Fuck me! Fuck my ass!"

Paul's cock jumped with anticipation, and only through sheer determination and willpower was he able to prevent the cum from exploding deep in his balls and shooting out across the back of her legs.

His free hand grabbed the rounded tip of his jerking rod and squeezed hard, as if by merely shutting off its passageway he could stop his premature climax.

And, strangely enough, it worked. He pulled his fingers out of her clenching asshole, feeling the rubbery skin cling to his flesh as though it wanted to keep him there. His fingers came out with a loud popping sound that echoed against the overall sexual murmur of the lust-filled rooms of fucking couples.

"I'm gonna go get me a cock," Marie said, moving from beneath Jennie. "You two can have the bed to yourselves!"

Jennie moved up on the bed and spread her knees wide. She felt his naked young body fall heavily onto hers and stretch out along her length. She was crushed under his weight, and her already stiffened nipples dug harshly into the mattress as she shivered in anticipation. But suddenly Paul seemed to change his mind and he knelt up in between her thighs.

"Kneel up," he said, coolly and evenly, now completely in control.

Obediently, Jennie kneeled up, presenting him a full view of the stretching twin cheeks of her ass, bending away from him and offering up her tiny puckered asshole. Paul's hands reached around the top of her thighs, grasping the flesh tightly. Then one hand went away and reached far her arm. He pulled her hand back between her legs, placing her long fingers directly under his dangling balls.

Jennie grabbed at them hungrily, kneading the two balls as if trying to milk them.

"Put it in for me!"

She took hold of his cock. Oh, God, it was big! She pressed backwards, placing the bulb of his prick at the straining entrance to her asshole. Suddenly, she felt with certainty that he was going to be much too big. And then the tip found its way inside her, popping with a hissing sound through the tight opening.

It was as if he had shoved his arm into her, his hand grasping at her insides. She tried to pull away, but his strength made it impossible for her to move, and his advancing prick persisted mercilessly on its way into the soft, rubbery hole of her ass.

"It hurts!" she whimpered. "It hurts too much!"

But Paul ignored her pleas. Holding her still with a bear hug, he just pushed and pushed.

Louise's mother couldn't escape from him. His thighs pressed against her, thrusting her thighs forward, his arms holding her hips back at him. She was like a helpless child.

"Push back!" he hissed down at her. "Push back against me!"

Jennie was barely able to think straight. Every way she looked was pain and more pain. In a blind fury, perhaps in some attempt to reach the height of the torture as soon as possible in the hopes of having it end sooner, she thrust herself back at his advancing cock, trying to stretch the small opening of her rectum.

Paul's plunging dick surged all the way into her tight asshole, stopping only when his balls slapped hard up against the soft flesh of her open buttocks and the backs of her thighs.

"Oh! Oh! Ooohhhhhhhh!" Jennie gasped, trying to catch her breath. "Oh, my ass!" It was as if she had been upped up the middle. Surely, she would never be the same.

Paul, now gasping and crooning with delight, began sawing rhythmically and without the slightest mercy deep up into the soft, clasping flesh of her ass.

"Oh, fuck, you're big," she groaned, "but you're good!"

Each plunge rolled her forward and made her squirm back onto the hardened rod of young cock flesh. Then, as though her rectum had a mind of its own, it began moving backward, meeting his thrusts.

Kneeling behind her, Paul watched the reddish skin of her puckered little asshole draw back with his prick, clutching it as if it didn't want him to come out. He watched as his furious, white, digging cock disappeared right up her ass with every stroke. It went right in so that not a half inch of it showed, and then it moved around in that tight, resisting passage with the knob straining as if it were going to burst.

He drew it out to the head and then plunged it back in again in one long, slow stroke. His prick was tingling, his balls alive. He could come now whenever he liked and he wanted to feel that rush of hot liquid into her ass. That would be the best!

"Yes… YES!" Jennie moaned over and over. "Go on, go on!" Her head bobbed and her eyes rolled in their sockets convulsively.

He began to fuck rapidly into her, hard and fast, battering her ass with his hips. He gripped her waist hard with his fingers, squeezing the soft, yielding flesh. His mouth opened and wouldn't close again. His breath whirled out of him in long, broken gasps. His prick was huge and heavy as it swelled to its final size.

"You're too much," he groaned. "Too fucking much!"

He looked down in gee to watch his dick pump its hot load of cum into Jennie Mills' asshole.

"Jesus, you are something," Jennie moaned at last. "Who are you, anyway?"

"The guy who's been trying to fuck your daughter," Paul laughed.

"Louise," Jennie called, "aren't you ever coming out of that shower? Your breakfast is ready!"

"I'll be down in a minute," Louise called over the water.

She rubbed the soap over her wet pussy again and again. She had taken three showers since being fucked by Marty Franks the night before. None of them had washed away her guilt. The guilt wasn't that she had finally been fucked. In Louise's eyes the guilt was that she had loved it so much and had already decided to do it again as soon as possible. The soreness between her legs was slowly fading away, but she knew that she'd never be the same again. She was changed.

She stepped from the shower and reached for a large white towel that hung by the door. Her womanly body, all tits, hips and thighs, appeared before her in the mirror and she wondered if she was the only one who could tell the difference.

"I'm not a virgin!" she said aloud, savoring the feel of the words. "But why did it have to happen that way?"

She remembered scrambling up and away from Marty's body, the moment he had rolled over to the side. His big prick, by then deflated, had slipped from her torn cunt and dangled beside her bare thigh. Then she was up, quickly, and running as fast as she could.

"Louise, will you get down here?"

She pulled on a robe and went downstairs to join her mother for breakfast. Louise walked into the kitchen and nodded to herself, as if she had already known, when she saw her mother and her Uncle Ernie in a passionate embrace. It had all been carefully planned.