David Crane: The neighbors suck like us!

"Thanks, guys – that was swell!" she moaned.

The comment seemed to signal that the sex session was over.

But that was just as well, because both men had limp cocks following their second orgasms and their balls were hanging down as if they had been punctured.

They could see what Tom had meant about her being too much for one guy.

Shit! She was too much for three!

Tom was standing beside the bed now, his prick rising like a crowbar from his bloated balls.

But he seemed to be waiting for his guests to leave. Maybe he was more modest than they were. Roger and Tony got their clothes.

Then, because he was a polite, well-mannered man, and figured it was the right thing to do, Roger said, "Errrr – can we buy you a drink?"

It was the least that they could offer a lady who had drained their balls off so well.

"No, thanks," she said.

Her green eyes glinted mischievously and she looked fondly at Tom, who was grinning.

"My husband and I would like to be alone together, now," the redhead said.

Roger and Tony were astonished.

She hadn't been a casual pick-up, at all. Tom had lied from the start.

What a kinky marriage it must be!

Roger and Tony returned to the bar, leaving Tom and Wanda to their wedded bliss. But both men had been profoundly stunned by the news.

They were happily married family men. They just couldn't understand such a thing.

But they had a lot to learn about families.

The Wedgewoods and the Bensons lived next door to each other, in identical dwellings on a residential street in a nice suburb.

Margot Benson was a sultry, raven-haired beauty.

Claire Wedgewood was a beautiful honey blonde.

Margot and Tony Benson had a young son named Jerry and Claire and Roger Wedgewood had a young daughter named Debby.

Because their husbands were out of town a lot, both of the wives were horny quite often.

And the kids took after their parents.

Tonight, Tony and Roger had both committed adultery with the same lady, not even feeling guilty about being unfaithful to their wives.

And tonight, too, Jerry Benson and Debby Wedgewood were having their first date.

"Have fun, dear," Margot said as she handed Jerry the car keys.

She watched him go out. He was a tall, good-looking boy with crisp dark hair like her own, and like Tony's, too, presuming that Tony was really his father – a thing of which Margot had never been certain.

Jerry also had a big cock.

His mother had often noticed that fact when she saw the boy in the shower or dressing – and as he went out tonight, she noticed that there was a distinct bulge in the front of his tight pants.

It made her wonder if he would be screwing Debby Wedgewood on their first date?

That idea made her envious – of both of them.

Jerry backed the car out of the driveway and pulled up outside the house next door.

"Have a good time, darling," Claire Wedgewood said to Debby as the girl went out the door.

Debby was a sun-streaked blonde, with big blue eyes and a sexy mouth. Her youthful body was all nubile and bouncy in her tight sweater and short skirt as she ran down to the car.

Claire wondered if her daughter was a virgin.

She wondered, too, if she would soon be fucking with Jerry Benson.

Claire wouldn't blame her if she did.

She knew that they were going to the drive-in movie, and she knew what a passion pit that place was. But if her young daughter got fucked, it was fine with Claire.

Claire, who had a taste for young meat, wouldn't have minded going to the drive-in with Jerry herself.

After all, her husband was out of town.

As soon as the kids had driven off, both of their mothers felt the same urge.

It turned them both on to think of teenagers petting and necking, especially their own kids.

So they both decided to jerk off.

It seemed a shame for happily married women to settle for a finger-fucking, but their husbands traveled, so what else could they do?

Claire gave herself a vigorous handjob in a big, comfortable chair in the living room.

She pulled her dress up above her hips and tugged her bikini panties down, tossing them on the floor. The crotch was so sodden that they splashed when they landed.

She slid down so that her firm ass rested on the edge of the seat and parted her legs. She played with her tits for a while, for starters, as she imagined, in graphic detail, just what Debby and her date might be going to do at the drive-in.

She thought about the boy's firm young cock sliding in and out of Debby's cunt and mouth and even her asshole. The images were very exciting.

Then, as her clit began to pulse, she dipped both hands into her crotch and began the creamy task. She used one hand to finger-fuck her hot cunt, tilting her waist and stabbing three fingers steadily in and out.

With her other hand, she strummed on her clit.

The two-handed action, combined with her fevered fantasies, soon had her creaming.

Her clit exploded, her cunt melted, and her pussy-juice came pouring out, lathering her crotch and soaking the cushion under her ass.

Sighing and moaning and panting, she frigged herself through the rising spasms, held at the peak for a while, then frigged down through the descending spirals, draining her lust off to the sweet dregs.

She slumped back, smiling dreamily.

She felt a bit sheepish about having thought about her own little girl getting fucked while she finger-fucked herself, but it was only harmless fantasy, she figured.

And a handjob wasn't really enough for Claire, either. She was a sexy lady who needed cock.

Margot Benson was a bit more imaginative as she went about fingering herself.

She went into the pantry and got a long, fat Italian salami, just about the same size as her husband's cock – or her son's, for that matter.

Kneeling down in the family room, she wedged the salami up into her cunt and began to squirm up and down as if she were riding a man's cock.

Like her blonde neighbor, Margot was having naughty ideas about the teenagers as she fucked the meaty sausage in and out of her cunt.

Holding it by the end, she angled it so that every greasy inch was rubbing across her fiery clit as it plowed in and pulled out.

She summoned up images of her son's prick and of Debby's cunt as she slid the salami up her pussy, and soon she was vibrating violently.

She creamed off heavily, soaking the salami.

Then, feeling naughty, she ate the salami – because Margot Benson, although she was happily married woman and mother, loved the taste of cuntjuice.

So that was how the teenagers' first date was launched and that date was going to lead to all sorts of fascinating action, very soon…

As soon as they were parked at the drive-in, toward the back and in the shadows, Jerry slid his arm around Debby's shoulders. She snuggled up to him. But then he didn't do anything else, being a bit bashful on what, after all, was his first date with the lovely girl.

Debby was a bit bolder.

When he made no further moves, she took his arm and drew his hand down onto her thrusting tit. Encouraged by that, the virile boy lost his reluctance and began to knead her firm mound and pulled at the tip.

She squirmed happily, loving the feel of his firm hands on her tits. As she began to breathe harder, her tits swelled in his grasp as if inflating.

He was turned toward her from the waist now, feeling her up with both hands, a tit in each. The boy was inexperienced and clumsy, but his enthusiasm made up for it.

She tipped her pretty little face up to his and they kissed passionately, swapping tongues and saliva and panting into each other's mouth.