Jennifer Collier: Some Very Lovable Neighbors

"I want to fuck you, lover. I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I want to put my finger in your asshole while you're fucking me, and I want you to do the same for me. And afterward, I want to suck your big, throbbing cock, suck it until I milk you dry and then I'll lick your asshole, I'll put my tongue in it until I make you hard again. I want you to kiss my pussy, I want your tongue where my finger is now, licking biting and kissing my clit, I want…"

On and on she intoned, and the words – the absolute perverted obscenity of what he was hearing – lashed Jack's mind into a swirling frenzy. Oh Christ, he had to have her! He didn't care about Adie, he didn't care about anything now, the only thing that mattered were Sue's lewd, vile words in his ears, the sight of her manipulating her own genitals in surging billows of heat in his scrotum as his cum churned and rolled, begging for release. He had to have her, yes, yes…

He had to fuck her!

As if he was somehow spirit-free from his body, he watched himself objectively as his legs worked, moving his body forward, bringing him closer to her. He watched her finger cease its rhythmic motion on her clitoris as he approached, and her smile turn to one of triumph as she claimed her victory beyond any doubt. His hands went out to her, touched her shoulders – but then she was moving back away from him, saying softly, "Not here, lover. In the bedroom."

He followed her mutely, blindly, like a faithful dog after its master, his body and his mind afire with his consuming passion. she led him into one of the two bedrooms, stepping over to the bed, lying back on it with her legs spread as wide as she was able to splay them. "Get naked, lover," she whispered up to him. "I want to see the big rod of yours. I want to see how well hung you are. Show me your cock, lover.

Let me see it."

With numbed fingers, mindless with desire, Jack undid his belt, took off his trousers, his shirt, stepped out of his shorts. He stood there before her, as if waiting for queenly approval, his thick, blood-raged shaft standing out at right angle from his loins, quivering, drooling fluid from its blind eye.

"Oh, it's lovely, Jack, just lovely. As big as I knew it would be." She laughed very softly. "You do want to put it inside me, don't you? Tell me you want to put it inside me."

"Yes… yes, I want to put it inside you!" The words leaped from his throat hoarsely, in a voice he had never heard before.

"You want to fuck me, don't you?"

"Yes, yes, I want to fuck you!"

"How? How do you want to fuck me, lover?"

"Deep!" he cried. "Deep and hard! I want to jam my cock up to your throat! I want to make you scream for me! I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before!"

"Yes, lover, that's the way! That's the way I want it!"

A small, tortured cry rended itself from the very core of Jack's being and he flung himself onto the bed beside her. He dragged her into the enveloping fold of his arm, not caring about anything but this soft, warm, musky-smelling woman pressed tightly to him. He was dimly, very dimly, aware that later, when it was over, there would be remorse, self-loathing, but at that moment he didn't care; he just didn't care.

He showered hot, moist kisses over her face, her throat, into the valley of her breasts, his hands moving over the smooth hills of her buttocks, cupping them, squeezing the flesh. She was breathing into his ear, hot and sweet, and her tongue flicked out to dance inside the orifice, racing along the soft skin of his sensitive inner ear. Her hand searched down between their tightly clasped bodies, located the rock-hardness of his penis. He gasped as the hot, searing tips of her fingers closed over his rigid penis member, and then his mouth closed over hers and their tongues lashed and twirled one another, as if trying to blend into one. She crushed the full length of her body against his and ground her pelvis hard into him – and then she twisted suddenly, pulling him over astride her, opening her legs as wide as they had been before. Her cunt flared open, dripping, waiting.

Sue's hands were running wildly up and down along his body, tracing the hard muscles of his shoulders, the cleft of his back, the hirsute cheeks of his ass, exploring all of him as if he was an uncharted island and she as inveterate explorer. His cock rested hard, trailing dribbles of liquid, against her thighs, pressed into the narrow, hairlined slit of her cunt. She arched for a moment, levering their entwined bodies up with the strength of her back. She reached under her buttocks, then, with both hands, pulling her vaginal lips slowly apart, giving his cock greater contact with the moist, sensitive flesh as it lay cradled in the full length of her wet, throbbing crevice. She relaxed, dropping her body back to the bed, his rigid shaft trapped hotly between her down-soft thighs.

He forced his hands between her shoulders and the bed and ran them down the soft curves of her back and hips, making little mewling sounds deep in his throat. The raised ridges of her spine felt hot, white-hot, to him as she undulated her body against him in slow, teasing rhythm. The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly just under the thin tanned skin, giving testimony to the secret, predatory power she possessed. The tenseness of the cords in her thighs pressed against the outside of his hips, and he wondered vaguely how they would grip around him moments from now, when he sent his pistoning cock burrowing deep, into her innermost depths.

"You feel good, lover," she breathed. "All of you feels good, but your cock feels the best of all." Her nails trailed across his back, leaving small red welts in their sharp path. Jack pushed his hands farther down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her ass in the palms of sweatslick hands, pulling her crotch hard against him. He moved up and down the fiery slit, sensing it grow wetter and wetter as her passion seethed out of her. Her buttocks began a more desperate rotation up against his loins until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on either side of him, her calves locking against the back of his thighs, pulling him tighter to her. "Oohhhh, fuck me!" she wailed. "Fuck me now, Jack lover, fuck me, fuck me, fuckkkkkmeeeeeeee!"

He began to thrust forward, but her pelvis was already grinding forward and her hands were already between their bodies, circling around his palpitating cock to guide it between the lips of her surging cunt. Jack groaned animally as he felt her hands move his prick up and down between her legs, running the length of her crotch, parting the soft, fleecy hair of her vagina with the sensitive, blood-excruciating now, and he knew he couldn't hold back another second. Now! He had to fuck her now!

He flexed his hips with a sudden cruel, driving thrust that drove his huge, rock-hard penis deep up into the hot, gaping, mouth of her hungry pussy, drove it home with a flesh-splitting crash.

"Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhh!" she screamed beneath him.

He felt the elastic sheath slip wetly, hotly, around his fleshy rod, consuming it as it raced to the full length of her belly, her seeping vaginal walls lubricating the way. Suddenly, he hit bottom, his balls slapping with a resounding, staccato sound against the mooned cheeks of her ass.

"OOooooohhhhhhhh!" she screamed again. "Ohhhh, that's it, lover, that's the way to fuck me, that's itttttt!"

Jack ground his pelvis into the squirming pliant flesh beneath him, fucking into Sue with long, hard strokes. She strained back under him, arching her loins up at him, lifting them both a few inches off the squeaking, already-sweat-soaked bedspread. She moaned and mewled wildly under his pounding, driving body now, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked up and down in a pagan rhythm. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side in wild, insane abandon.