Jeff Collins - Hot to trot neighbors

Jennie took a step back from Ernie and he opened her negligee and began to kiss her tits. The nipples were standing at attention before his tongue even touched them.

Jennie reached over to his crotch and squeezed his cock. It was hard as a rock. She removed her hand from his prick and reached up and pushed his head away from her breasts. She turned to face her daughter.

Louise looked at her mother, whose negligee was wide open so that her tits and pubic triangle were not even hidden by the flimsy material of the one garment that she was wearing.

"Honey," Jennie began, "your Uncle Ernie and I have a confession to make to you."

"You don't have to tell me, Mother," Louise calmly said. "You've been fucking Uncle Ernie."

"Yes… how…"

"I watched you on the back porch last night. And I heard what you said about Uncle Ernie and me." Louise turned her smile on her uncle. "And I'm ready, Uncle Ernie."

"Thank God," Jennie sighed. "C'mon, let's all go up to the bedroom and have some fun!"

A heavy weight lifted from Jennie's shoulders as she led her lover and her daughter to the bedroom.

Everything was going to be all right. Her daughter would learn to love and appreciate sex in all its wonderful forms. She and Louise would grow to be more like sisters as they shared lovers.

And share they would. Jennie knew that Ernie was getting tired of her. But now, with Louise added to the game, he would be around for several more years.

And there would be more than Ernie to fill Jennie's bed on lonely nights, she thought, just as soon as she could get Louise together with Paul Hays. Jennie planned on getting a lot more of that potent young stud's cock!

In the bedroom, all three of them stripped naked. Jennie lay back on the bed and Louise calmly watched as her Uncle Ernie placed his head between her mother's thighs and slid his tongue into her juicy cunt slit.

Louise looked at her mother's face. She had never seen that expression on the woman's face before. The face was so distorted that the young girl almost didn't recognize the writhing body on the bed as that of her mother.

Jennie's head was already rolling from side to side. Her lips were drawn back and her teeth were clamped together. Drool started dripping out from the sides of her open lips, and a constant moaning came from the depths of her soul. The fingers of one hand pounded into the bed, while the fingers of the other were curled into Ernie's hair, pulling as though she were trying to shove his entire head up into her cunt.

Then Louise looked at her Uncle Ernie. His head was twisting and turning as he pressed his face into her mother's dripping cunt. His tongue was flying in all directions, in and out, up and down and back and forth. His head worked at her mother's cunt like a pig in a sty.

"SUTJUUUUULJUCKIT!" Jennie screamed. "Suuuucck it, you wonderful cunt lapper! Eat me out, Ernie! I wanna cream in your mouth! I'm ready… to… here I coooooommmmmmmme!"

Louise watched her mother as the woman pushed her cunt harder against his face. And then she collapsed under his tongue and pushed his head away from her dripping cunt. Ernie licked the cunt juice that was running down her mother's pubic hair.

He turned to Louise and smiled. "You want a little of that now, kid?"

"Not particularly," Louise said, and moved to the door. She paused there, then turned to stare at their astonished faces. "Oh, by the way, Mother…"

"Yes?"

"Did you know that Daddy has been fucking Paul Hays' sister, Alice, all summer?"

Louise didn't wait for a reply. She turned on her heel and left the room.

They reached the end of the dock and Paul jumped down into a small boat. He raised his hand to Louise.

She climbed in beside him, and soon they were racing out over the lake, the sound of the motor loud in their ears and a wake of water streaming out behind them.

Paul cast occasional glances at Louise as she sat silently beside him, her hair streaming in the wind one hand clutching her sweater close to her tits.

"How old are you, anyway?" Paul asked finally, shouting out the words over the roar of the motor.

"How old are you?" she bantered.

"I'll be twenty next month," he replied. "Now you answer."

She giggled suddenly and they burst out laughing. The whole thing was very funny! Welt I may be young, she thought but I've had experience.

"I'm eighteen, Paul do you like younger girls?" Paul thought for a long moment without answering. So far, he had found little that he didn't like about Louise. She was different. Shy one minute, bold the next.

"I guess that makes us both old enough, doesn't it?" He smiled.

"And wise enough," Louise replied.

Paul whirled the wheel and headed the boat for a deserted island in the center of the lake.

When they reached it, he stepped from the boat and gave her a hand. They walked into the interior of the island, away from the marshy land near the water. Harbored from the wind, the night became softer and warmer. Fallen branches and twigs snapped with a comforting sound beneath their feet.

They came to a clearing and Paul turned to face her. "Okay?"

"Okay," she nodded.

Paul drew her toward him, his hands encircling her waist. As their lips met, so did their bodies. Louise thought she would pass out from the unbelievable explosions that took place where her soft cunt pressed tightly against his hard cock.

"I'm going to fuck you."

"I know," she replied, "and I'm going to fuck you back."

Paul pulled her back to him, and kissed her again, this time inserting his tongue between her lips, until he could feel her tongue wet and warm in the dark interior of her mouth. His hands moved along her back, sliding up and down, and pulling her still closer with increasingly powerful massage-like motions that made Louise feel completely at his mercy.

She moaned as his hands moved under her sweater and up to the clasp of her bra. Her tits were smashed against his chest, and they felt alive like they'd never felt before. The tips were jutting into the material of her bra, making them feel itchy. The tingling was all over her, running around in her belly, her thighs, up the backs of her long legs, and in between them it was beginning to feel prickly and moist.

The clasp was undone, swiftly and easily, and she felt Paul's hands move around her on either side, touching and sliding over the skin that had so recently been covered by the side straps of the bra. His hand slid under, cupping her heavy tits as though weighing them, and his tongue never ceased its constant see-sawing into her mouth.

Louise moaned again, this time unable to contain herself. She moved against him and he took the opportunity to raise his hands to her stiffly-pointed nipples. Taking them between his fingers, he rolled them and pinched them softly, slowly.

Then he was bending her down, down, down, until suddenly she was lying flat on her back and Paul's entire body was pressing flat against hers. Her desire left her limp and breathless beneath him, and she hardly had the strength to lift her ass so that he could remove her skirt.

Again his body covered hers. His leg went between her thighs to caress her pussy lips that had already soaked her panties with their hot juices. His groin was pressing against hers, and the hardness of his cock nudged into her lower belly.

"Oh, honey, you feel so good," Paul breathed, his lips tracing lines along her cheek from her ear to her mouth.

"Oh, Paul… darling," Louise panted. "Darling." Above her, she could see the trees and shrubs that surrounded them. "Ooooooh!" She jerked a bit as Paul's fingers rose up into the dampness between her young thighs, beneath the panties' elastic leg band. His hands continued working as she began to squirm beneath his body.