Jennifer Collier: Some Very Lovable Neighbors

"Then let's leave. Now. Take me home, Bob, please!"

Nodding agreement, Mason led her away from the bushes and back toward the car. "That's probably the wisest thing to do at the moment. We'll talk this over on the way back, like full grown adults."

Adie managed to stem her tears, and taking a deep breath to help gain control, she let Mason hand her into the Lincoln. He poured another cup of the Vodka Collins, saying: "Here, Adie. Drink this. It'll help."

She did willingly, downed it in a single swallow. He poured again and she sipped this time, steeling herself. Thank God for the few drinks on the way here, she thought as Mason backed the Lincoln and turned around. If I hadn't had them, I would have completely gone to pieces, I know I would…

They didn't talk for a while, and Adie's head swam with the damning sight she had just witnessed. She had never seen Jack so lust provoked, so wicked. His hardened penis had never seemed so huge, certainly it hadn't been in all their married life, she was sure of that. And then there was Sue, with her legs flaying obscenely around his head, sucking …

Jack's cock, thought Sue as she sucked it joyously, was almost as large and gifted as her husband's. Yes, Bob had been right: the Rolfe's had been an excellent choice, and his idea of her seducing Jack first was marvelous! All the more time to enjoy the strange and exciting thrill of a new prick, and the wonderment of new wrinkles to the same tricks.

She felt the extra tingle of sexual passion at knowing they might at this very moment be seen, spied upon in the act of love by her husband and Adie Rolfe, and that sent new shivers of pleasure through her lustperverted senses. She loved that, she adored to have her body displayed and paraded in front of voyeurs, and if she could have, she would have loved to be gang fucked on stage in front of an audience. How lucky she had been to find such an understanding and cooperative husband as Bob Mason, and she returned to her task with renewed gusto, her mind filled with the credo of Jack's magnificent prick.

She tasted his masculine piquancy, the tang of his pungent genitals, smeared as they were with her own lubricating juices, sending wild tremors of delight coursing through her, and she ravished her warm, wet tongue upon it. She brushed and grazed along its base and wide underside to its coroneal ridge, sticky and protruding from the thick foreskin, and then washed and played with it with caressing, lapping strokes. The crown of her head rested on his inner leg as she managed to slit the tiny hole in his smooth, bloated glans with the tip of her tongue. And then she returned to its base and the hair-covered sac of his testicles, the wiry hairs tickling her chin and cheeks and lips as her saliva dribbled freely down his testicles to be soaked up by the towel. She removed his cock for a moment, the cool rush of afternoon air making Jack moan with tingling pleasure, and she took hold of it with one hand and stroked it hard up and down, up and down, as she coated his balls with sweeps of her hungry mouth, her lips bending to catch as much of his fragrant flesh as possible. Jack groaned again and raised his leg, making Sue move over him more fully, and then she squatted over him, her legs on either side of him, her own widespread cunt mashed to his face, while she trailed her tongue along his skin.

She continued to manipulate him, to squeeze and jerk his penis with her tempestuous hand, the beat making him squirm and lift his legs and expose his hair encircled brown anus.

Sue continued to lick along the cord-like ridge between his widespread buttocks, circling tauntingly around his puckered brown asshole, painting his inner thighs with the saliva of love, then stiffening her tongue and ramming it into the crinkled sphincter of his rectum. All the while her own pubic area was burning with the fire-like lashes of his tongue and flaming sweep of his mouth upon her clitoris and cunt.

She was wild with frenzy, the sensations churning her belly and loins with erotic fermentations, driving her with breakneck speed to a crashing climax. God! She had to cum with his giant cock in her mouth, with her cheeks bloating to the sudden engorgement of his semen, to suck him dry to the balls! Quickly she trailed her tongue back over his sperm-churning scrotum, and along his heavy, sheening, purplish shaft at its pulsating head, and then she slipped her lips down over it again …

Jack grovelled in her cunt, her spasmodic rhythm in finely honed tune to his thrusting tongue. The abandonment, the complete capitulation to this vamp overwhelmed him, still blotted out any thoughts except the delicious debauchery of which he was a willing partner. It had been like a scene from some stag movie, or a seminal-emitting wet dream, to lazily rise from a still-moist bed and move to the out-of-doors. Bob Mason's wife had shown neither remorse nor the slightest hesitation, unlike the still modest wife of his, as she strutted around the cabin naked, her breasts jiggling proudly, her thighs and matted pubic hair enticing him. The fleeting idea of covering himself seemed like a theory of the Dark Ages, and he, too, found a strange, magical excitement at parading in front of her, his semi-hard, still bloodengorged cock dangling and swaying between the lumps of his spent balls.

The stretching out under the warm sun…

The free and easy play of hands upon each other in broad daylight, entirely in the open…

These had all been new to Jack, and tremendously arousing. She had made him fully hard again, and then climbed over him, taking his rod with her hand to lead it into her dilated, gaping crystal channel. She had fucked him, leaning over him in such a way to enable him to suck the rubbery hard nipples of her breasts. Wild… absolutely, mind blowingly wild! And then, just as he was about to shoot yet another stream of sticky cum into her, she had asked him to kiss her cunt – and he had acquiesced. He was kissing her cunt now, while she in turn licked and teased his throbbing penis. How long had he wanted to feel the soft down of a woman's pubic area and smell the tangy musk of a desire-ridden pussy as it opened to his mouth, and here, now, with this vibrant, sensual female, he was doing just that. If only Adie, his own wife, wanted his kisses, his tongue, his cock in her mouth… Oh God!

He could feel his swollen member flow along the inner roof of the strange mouth, and a moan began to build deep, deep within his chest.

He breathed hard and blew into her, the cheeks of her ass clenching, then relaxing in front of his excited face. He pried her spread loins wider, pushing his mouth hard against the wetness of her vaginal slit, and she squirmed. He drew her over him, so that her palpitating, softrimmed pussy was sunk deep upon his nose and lips, and holding her tight around the buttocks, so that she couldn't slip away, he thrust his thick, wet tongue forward between the warm fleshy folds. He heard her gasp excitedly and renew her nibbling with frenzied motion. She jerked forward with his hot teasing contact, quickly screwing herself down upon him harder. Her vaginal passage contracted, opening and closing around his tongue like a tight rubber band, until he had a difficult time breathing. His breath exploded into her with tiny, mewling grunts, that muffled themselves into oblivion, and then he spread her still wider with his palms and began to curl and flick his tongue at the expanse of her pearl-white backside. He sucked and licked while she swayed her ass around his face, almost out of control.

Her cunt flowered open wider, her secretions cascading down her legs and his chin while he ran his saliva around her stretched vaginal hole.

He could feel her muscles hollow and contract around his head and sides of his cheeks, and he plunged slave-like, his tongue making wet sluicing sounds as it burrowed deeper into her cunt with each wicked thrust. The tantalizing odor which assailed his sex-flared nostrils was a bubbling mixture of her cunt and lubrications, her thinly sweat filmed skin, and the orifice of her anus, which was but scant millimeters from his eyes. He lifted his lashing tongue from the oral fucking he was giving her warm, slick pussy and he moved along to the pink bud of her asshole, rimming the crinkled edge and darting inside her anal passage with stabbing thrusts. Then he returned, licking the softly throbbing cuntlips, plunging into the secret valley of her desire to discover her pseudo-phallic clitoris. He began to suck and tease it unmercifully, his teeth biting tenderly, his tongue reaming the little button of love while she churned and writhed above him in the lewd dance of desire.