Jennifer Collier: Some Very Lovable Neighbors

She was almost ready to cum!

He rammed his tongue deep down around her writhing hole, rounding and covering her viscous opening to bring yet further guttural moans from her filled mouth. Her soft warm thighs clenched him viciously and he could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his tongue as if the nibbling, hair-lined mouth was trying to snap and rip out his tongue by the roots, devouring it completely with all its might. She snaked her heels against his shoulders and rubbed the palpitating pussy against his face as he mashed against the gluttonously tormented, flame seared vagina. The cords of her muscles stood out all along her body and she pulled savagely on his penis with ever-increasing slashes.

Then suddenly she stiffened, and Jack heard her cry aloud.

"AAAAAAGGGGGGH! I'm… I'm going to… going… to…!"

Her whole being seemed to explode over Jack, and he could no longer hold his climax. My God! he thought crazily as the rush of sperm began to burst along its narrow tube… my God, it's never.. been this good… before!

"I'm… I'm cuuuummmmmiiiiinnnnnggggg!"

Jack knew she was straining to climax, and she began to twist and wrench herself wantonly, her teeth biting his cock like a dog chewing a bone as he continued to pillage her loins. The juices of her milking cunt flowed, and she arched her back and bucked wildly, her body quaking uncontrollably. Torrents of lubricating fluid spread their sticky warmth over his face and down his cheeks, until she grunted the last of her orgasm, her muscles still heaving spasmodically. He could still hear her in and out sawing movement as she suddenly thrust deep over his cock, absorbing it to its hilt in her mouth as the first rain of his molten sperm volcanoed into her throat.

Sue's head bobbed furiously over his turgid shaft as she sucked the hot shooting jets of her semen hungrily, her mouth salivating as though his cum was the very essence of existence, and she felt him jerk and groan beneath her as he rammed his penis yet deeper in her throat. His cock continued the pulsating jerks of his ejaculation, the vengeance of his seering, hot semen drenching her gullet. Sue groaned as she sucked and her Adam's apple paroxysmed rapidly in its fevered attempt to control the gushing stream which squirted hotly into her. She clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around the jumping penis so as to not lose one precious drop, and she twirled her tongue around the throbbing head to make room for the seemingly unending torrent until she thought his balls were bottomless wells. His groans of pleasure incited her to greater effort, and then, with one final spewing, his cock began to slowly deflate in her mouth. She waited a moment, hoping for more, then lifted her head, his prick sliding from her glistening lips with a wet sucking sound. She turned and smiled at Jack, who grinned contentedly in return. A trail of semen dribbled down her lips and chin, dropping like a thick white spider web to his belly.

"What are we going to do about… them?" Mason asked after a while.

His voice was calm and low, but held a hint of menace. The real, inner emotion of high elation was well hidden.

"Oh my God, I don't know!" Adie dropped her head into her hands, tears streaming down her burning cheeks, her eyes dim with agony. She sobbed like a small child. "I never thought Jack would… do… such a thing!"

"Your husband is quite a lover," Mason said caustically.

"My husb-! I don't call what they were doing… making love!"

"No? What was it then?"

"It was… disgusting!" She stared at him. "You can't approve of what they were doing, Bob!"

"Of course not. You can imagine how I felt when I saw them. It hit me just as hard as it must have hit you. After all, it was my wife he was doing it to." Mason pursed his lips, intently looking out the window.

"I was just referring to the oral acts they were performing."

"Kissing people… there… is sick!" Adie said, cringing. "They were like crazed animals. I'd have rather seen Jack actually… having intercourse… than… what he was doing."

Mason smiled inwardly at Adie's reluctance to use the real words for what she saw and thought. How surprised she's going to be to say "fuck" and "suck", to beg him to fuck her and suck her, and want to fuck and suck him. But he only looked at Adie almost as a doctor would a patient, and replied, "Don't be too sure, Adie. Who can judge what should or should not be done in passion between two consenting adults?

Everyone needs passion to achieve true happiness. And to make others happy. I certainly wouldn't want to make the laws about what is morally right or wrong."

"I… I guess you're right." She sat morosely for a moment, dwelling on his argument, then she blurted, "But doing such things can't really make people happy!"

Mason shrugged. "No? Well, they seemed to be."

Adie started to wail again, her agonized torment gushing like rainwater from her eyes. Mason reached into the pocket of his jacket and handed her a clean white hanky. She wiped her eyes gratefully. She stopped crying again, and after a few choking sounds, tried to speak.

"I guess you think I must be an awful fool to carry on like this. I…

I'm sorry, Bob."

"Don't be sorry, Adie. No one can blame you for being upset after what you've seen today. God knows I'm upset myself," he lied.

They continued toward Seattle, each locked in their separate thoughts.

Adie was confused. She poured herself another Vodka Collins almost mechanically and tried to sort out the horrible afternoon rationally.

Jack had always seemed happy with their lovemaking, although she had to admit she was ignorant about a lot of sexual matters. Did it really take such deviations to satisfy a man? No, it couldn't, it just couldn't! But… could it be that she was the one who was wrong? For the first time since she was married, Adie began to actually question her conservative values, wondering if she actually didn't know what it took to hold a man physically. At the same time she had no idea what to do about catching Jack flagrante delicto with Bob's beautiful sluttish wife. She loved Jack, in spite of this, and her heart ached for some way of repairing the damage he had wrought upon their marriage. Yet… where was her pride, her moral integrity? Could she leave him? Well, she couldn't just stand for this, she couldn't… and what about Bob Mason… did he want a divorce, the ensuing scandal? Did she? Oh God, God! Adie slumped against the window, utterly dejected, her brain still whirling confusedly.

Mason watched her smooth, firm body as she sobbed into the handkerchief again. It was all he could do to keep himself from pulling the car over to the side of the road and fucking her silly right on the spot. But he still had to wait a little longer, to keep up the facade of the outraged husband until he got her back to her house. Else, he might destroy the confidence she was building in him, or abate the anger she felt toward Jack. The first step had gone so well that he hated to chance losing it all on one sudden, rash move. So instead of anything physical, he spoke soothingly to Adie, a practiced skill from the long years as a glib-tongued salesman, and his words came smoothly and easily, building the gap between Jack and her and all the while closing the gap between her and himself.

Less then an hour later, he parked the Continental in front of the Rolfe's house. As he helped Adie out, Mason said, "I've worked hard, Adie, awfully hard over the years, and I'm not going to jeopardize my position." He looked at her; she was still agitated and shaking. "I haven't accumulated a lifetime of effort just to destroy it all with a foolish reaction… or an ugly scandal."

They walked along the path to the front door. Adie fumbled in her purse for the key.