Mark Carver - Orgy with the neighbors

By questioning Cindy, she found out Bob had a girlfriend in Seattle, where the family had moved from. Chances were, he hadn't fucked since coming to town, April thought. He would be horny as a bull in beat right now. The trick would be to get all three of them together in privacy, without interruption. April's mother worked as a waitress on weekdays. School was out. Jack worked, but his wife didn't.

Come to think of it, April realized with a sudden wave of lust, she wouldn't mind fucking with Cindy's mother, either!

So all they had to worry about was Cindy's mother. No problem. Sometime this week, during the afternoon, would be perfect. But why tell Cindy about it first? Why not surprise her?

She sent Cindy home, promising to call her tomorrow. The girl clung to her passionately for her goodnight kiss, almost coming in her panties from the feel of the blonde's sexy nakedness. Cindy was in a daze as she left, feeling wicked and naughty and deliciously excited over her secret.

April locked her bedroom door from the inside. Just in case her mother didn't get fucked tonight, so she wouldn't crawl in bed with April for some hot cunt-sucking. April felt exhausted but wonderful, congratulating herself on her first cherry. First the massively hung father, then the beautiful daughter!

As sharp and calculating as she was, the wanton blonde teenager hadn't learned yet that life had its own share of surprises, without any help from her.

As April drifted off to sleep, languidly sprawled on her bed with a warm glow in her pussy, she felt a faint stirring of uneasiness. Not knowing what it was, she ignored the vague feeling.

It was her subconscious mind, telling her that she was moving too fast for her own good. She was on a roller-coaster of lust, rising higher and faster, the thrills seemingly endless.

She forgot a simple school lesson. What goes up must come down. Sometimes with a resounding crash.

As a nurse, Rita Parks never had trouble finding a job, no matter where the family moved. A few phone calls when she arrived in town assured Rita that she could pick and choose, and far that reason she decided to take the whole month off while the family got settled in their new house.

In her late thirties, Rita looked better than most women in their early twenties. She had a slender body with full, firm tits and sexy legs.

Her brunette hair rippled and shimmered and gleamed when she brushed it. Her nose was a trifle too short and her mouth too wide, but she was an attractive woman.

Especially to the men and boys she'd fucked with, behind her husband's back.

On this Monday afternoon, after she'd finished vacuuming the entire house, Rita sprawled on the sofa with a cigarette. She was disturbed for two reasons. The first was guilt. She loved her husband and the feeling was mutual. Rita also knew that Jack trusted her completely, and this was the source of her guilt.

She'd been a wildcat when she first met her husband eighteen years before, but Jack didn't suspect that. The fact was, Rita had a feverish sex-drive and she was fucking practically everything in pants at the time. The minute she married Jack, she got a tight grip on her passion, determined to remain faithful.

She did, for nearly ten years.

Then her insatiable drive took over and she began again. Jack never found out, but when they'd lived in Seattle, she'd fucked his boss, half a dozen of his friends, and a good many casual pick-ups behind his back. Rita did these things in a kind of compulsive frenzy, not even knowing herself when she would get unbearably hot and wild. At such moments, her husband couldn't possibly satisfy her. He could fuck her to an orgasm, but only the wanton excitement of being unfaithful could satisfy the tormented brunette.

In spite of this wild, unpredictable streak, Rita was a passionate wife and a devoted mother. When Jack's transfer to California from Seattle came through, she breathed a shaking sigh of relief. His boss or any of his friends she'd fucked could betray her, and Rita lived in a state of nervous tension. One of his friends actually blackmailed her, so that she had to fuck the guy once a week until they left town.

He was probably bluffing, because her husband, although polite and well-mannered, had a dangerous temper. But the hot brunette couldn't take chances. Before they'd left Seattle, she vowed to herself she would never, ever fuck around on him again. It was over.

This was the second source of Rita's uneasiness on this summer afternoon. She had that intensely nervous, excited feeling that told her she was getting unbearably hot again, an inner restlessness that was quickly becoming a throbbing, furious ache in her cunt.

When they'd been in Seattle, Rita had actually gone to a psychiatrist, although she secretly thought they were full of shit. Every psychiatrist she'd ever met in the line of duty was deeply screwed up himself, so how in the hell could they help other people? Desperate, she went to one anyway, and he promptly tried to fuck her. When she coldly turned him down, he told her not to fight the urge the next time it arose, but to use a vibrator on herself and just fantasize about the kind of man she wanted to fuck with.

It sounded sensible to the horny brunette, and she tried it. It didn't work. There was simply no substitute for a real cock. The shrink also told her she was reverting to the wild, carefree fucking days of her teens – because she was afraid of losing her sex appeal as she grew older. That made sense too, except that Rita had ripened in her thirties to where she was sexier than ever, although her ass was getting just a trifle heavy.

What bothered Rita deeply toward the end of their stay in Seattle was that she'd gotten into picking up teenaged boys for quick fucks, usually in department stores or shopping malls. Her boldness came from her desperation, because when Rita got the hots, she was frantic for cock. She would drive the youth to a motel, suck and fuck furiously for as long as he held out, and then drop him back where she'd picked him up – always making certain he hadn't found out her identity.

All through these furtive clashes, Jack suspected nothing. She knew he was getting some ass on the side, but that didn't bother Rita. Men were like that, she knew. As long as he had enough fucking left over for her, she was satisfied. He was also very discreet, which she appreciated. She knew he thought of her as a devoted and faithful wife, so she was extremely careful when she fucked around.

They'd been in town only a week, though, and already the fierce fuck-urge was rising in her blood. She reminded herself sternly that this wasn't a big city like Seattle. It was a small town. People gossiped, and they were nosy. If she picked up a well-hung kid in this town, chances were she'd run across him sooner or later, and he'd find out who she was. She didn't want to live with that kind of jittery tension again.

There was a solution, Rita knew, one, she'd been fighting against for the past few months. Although it was past one in the afternoon, her son was still asleep upstairs. He'd been out playing poker all night with some new friends. She knew the shrink would tell her that she preferred boys because she longed for her lost youth, and that her son symbolized her husband when he was younger. It might be all crap and it might be true, but right now Rita didn't give a damn.

She was horny and it was getting out of hand. When Rita got like this, her nipples tingled intensely and her cunt throbbed and got drenching wet. It was like a migraine headache, she thought dryly, except it was in her pussy!

She lit another cigarette and began pacing the living-room floor nervously. She supposed she could use the vibrator on her pussy until Jack got home, and then she'd rape him. But it wasn't just fucking she wanted. It was the curiosity, the mystery and risk of fucking with someone she'd never fucked before.