Jeff Collins - Hot to trot neighbors

"More, Ernie, MORE!" Jennie Mills cried out, hunching her wet cunt up over her brother-in-law's hand.

"Take it, Jennie, take it!"

"Yes, yesssss! Oh, shit, Ernie, put your whole fucking hand up my pussy!"

Ernie Mills shoved, and his cock throbbed as his hand did indeed disappear up into his brother's wife's big cunt. He twisted his arm until his wrist was against the hard knob of her clit. Then he balled his hand in her guts and began fist-fucking the shit out of her.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh fuck yesssss!"

"Come, baby, come!"

"I will… You know fucking well I will!"

Jennie Mills was a gorgeous figure of a woman. She was five feet eight inches tall and had a body that would make any movie star hide in shame. She was thirty-five years old, but she didn't look a day over twenty-five. She was one of those people who would always look ten years younger than they actually were.

Her tits were huge. She never wore a bra in her life. She didn't have to. Her muscle tone was such that her tits were always in the right place at the right time.

She had married Frank Mills sixteen years before, on her nineteenth birthday. Nine months later she had a daughter, Louise. On her twentieth birthday, Jennie fucked Ernie, her husband's brother, and she had been fucking him every chance she got ever since.

"Ohhhhh, Ernie," Jennie cried, "I love it when you fill my cunt like that! I love the way my juice runs when you bring your wrist against my clit like that!"

"You ready, baby? You want my cock now?"

"Yeah, honey, but eat me just a little first!"

Ernie pulled his fist from her big cunt. It made a loud popping sound and a gallon of her pussy juice came with it. He licked his hand, reveling in the taste and smell of her pussy, then dove between her thighs to get at the source.

He worked his face against her cunt mound until the lips were dry and soft. He licked sweat from the insides of her thighs. He traced the curving line of her hips with his opened mouth. Then, he arranged her on the bed, sliding his hands under the soft cheeks of her ample ass and eased himself between the burning thighs.

"I've got it," she gasped. "I've got the fucking thing." She held his prick fast to guide it into the valley of her cunt.

His shaft was rigid, yet pliable. At the right moment she heaved up her ass and the full girth of his cock was captured.

"God, you feel tighter than before."

"And you're going to know it, Ernie boy. Oh, am I going to show you something!"

"I can't move, you're so tight. Your fucking muscles are squeezing my prick dry. Hey, let up, will ya? That hurts like a son of a bitch!"

Jennie balanced her body and opened and closed her thighs. She slackened and contracted her cunt to the slow friction of his cock's arrival and departure.

Ernie was sheathed tightly. He struggled to work his big dick in and out. His movements became furious and Jennie arched to absorb him completely. Rotating her ass rapidly, she felt his desire rising to the peak. She slung her legs over his waist and rapidly rolled her ass, driving him on until she came and came and he was sending his spear of a cock into the foam of her pussy.

Then he came too, bursting inside her like a bomb, making her shudder with him in a violent, mind-blowing come.

Afterwards she hummed to herself as she pulled the blue dress down over her body, smoothing it over the fantastically rounded thighs, and wide, firm ass. Her over-large breasts, high and buoyant as if resting in water, strained against the material of the dress.

"You know, we fuck well together, and in a way that's a rare thing."

"So?" Ernie was pouring himself another drink. "I don't like leaving you now and going home to Frank."

"It's better for Frank, though, isn't it? I warm you up, then you beat it over to his bed. I'll bet by the time he rams you, you're hotter than a fucking two-dollar pistol."

"That's a lousy thing to say!"

Ernie swallowed his drink and shrugged. "Oh, what the hell!"

"Hey, look, Ernie, I'm sorry. Okay?"

"Sure, sure, okay. I'll fix you a drink before you go."

"Thanks." Jennie rescued her makeup from her bag and began to repair her face and hair while he poured her some scotch over ice.

"Here."

"Thanks again," she said, taking the drink and snuggling back into the bed beside his naked body. "You know I should have married you instead of Frank."

"I know you should have," Ernie smiled. "Why didn't you?"

"I don't know. I guess he just got here first." She spread her legs and showed him her bare pussy beneath the dress.

"It's just as well," Ernie said, licking his lips at the sight of his cum dripping from between her cunt lips and feeling yet a third tremor that afternoon in his big dick. "You wouldn't approve of all the other women I fuck around with if I were your husband. This way, we both have our fun and nobody gets hurt."

Jennie took a long sip from her glass and stared into his eyes. "That's what I want to talk to you about."

"What? All the other women I fuck?"

"No. My daughter, Louise."

"What about her?" Her hairy pussy seemed to be winking at him now through the cock-cream. It was hard to keep his mind on what she was saying.

"Well, she's about to get fucked, if she hasn't already."

"So, I don't want, her fucked up like I was, by an amateur in the back seat of a car."

"I told you my brother was a lousy fuck before you fucked him!"

"I know. But you're not, Ernie. You're a great fuck. That's why I want you to be Louise's first."

Ernie gulped, sputtered, and nearly spilled his drink all over the bed. "Are you crazy? She's just a kid!"

"You were just a kid when I started fucking you… I was twenty, you were eighteen."

"Yeah, but I was a man."

"You were a boy!"

"Okay, boy. But she's young and a girl and my niece!"

"Bullshit. She's a woman. Her tits are bigger than mine and she's got a hot, ready pussy. I can tell. I know the signs."

"I still say you're crazy." Her knees slumped wider apart and he could feel another burst of blood pump into his dick, hardening it.

"The hell I am. I don't want Louise's head fucked up by a lousy lover the first time out."

"You mean, like Frank?"

"A little. Oh, hell, Frank isn't the worst fuck in the world, but he's probably the most boring," Jennie smiled. "He just doesn't have any damned imagination. There isn't any play with him, it's always the same. He plays with my tits, rubs my pussy a little bit and then climbs on top of me and fucks. He never eats me, he never lets me get on top, he never suggested that I should suck his cock. Screwing with him is a bore!"

"It's not a bore with me, though, is it, Jennie honey?" Ernie said, sliding his hand up her thighs and a finger between her still-wet cunt lips.

"No, it's not a bore with you," Jennie smiled, sliding her pussy down until her clit was rubbing his fingers. "That's why I want you to fuck Louise."

"I'll think about it," Ernie said, rubbing her clit harder. "Tell me how you like me to fuck you, honey."

"You bastard." Jennie shivered as his fingers slid to the knuckle inside her cunt hole.

"Tell me!"

Her eyeballs rolled back into her head as she started moaning and writhing her pussy over his fucking fingers.

"I can't wait for the days that you fuck me, Ernie. Just thinking about your cock gets me all hot and bothered, and I sometimes wind up fingerfucking myself. I try to think about you when Frank is fucking me, but all that does is get me so hot that I have to masturbate after he fucks me!"