It wasn't long before the Millers became more friendly with the Reeds and the Hansens. Cindy had told Ben about what she'd seen and Ben had hinted to Helen that her suspicions were accurate.
"If they're swinging, I want a piece of it," Ben said.
Helen wasn't so sure. "Ben, we've never done anything like that."
"We'll do it now. I think, it's just what we need."
She wouldn't argue with him. She didn't mind becoming more friendly with the Reeds and the Hansens. They were nice people and certainly attractive. It was fun to have friends who were also neighbors living right down the road.
Ben waited for his chance, and then one day he wandered over to the Reed house when he knew Pat was alone.
"Thought you might have a drink for me," he said.
Pat smiled. They were in the kitchen, and now she wiped her hands and reached for the bottle of Vodka. "Is that all you want?"
Ben chuckled. "I want it all."
"That's what I figured."
He kissed her. She poured Vodka into two glasses and they smiled at each other as they sipped their drinks. Then he kissed her again and this time he put his hands on her tits.
When she pulled away from him, she smiled. "You work fast."
"Come on, Pat, you know you've been asking for it. You ask for it every time we get together."
"I hope I'm not making a mistake about you."
"Try me and find out."
She put her drink down. She opened her blouse and pulled it off. She unsnapped and dropped her bra, letting her big tits spill out. She shook her shoulders, making her tits bounce and wobble and swing. "What about these, tiger?"
Ben grinned. "Oh yeah, that's what I like!" His hand stroked her tits, warming them, stinging her nipples with pinches and an occasional tugging. Instead of protesting, she reached for his shirt to help him get it off. She worked at his pants, unzipping them and pulling them down. She was on her knees as she worked his shorts down, smiling when she saw his hard-on. She tugged at his shorts to stretch it around the stiffness of his cock.
"So far you pass the grade," she said.
"Get the shorts off."
"Well, that's what I'm doing."
When she had his shorts off, she smiled as she gazed at his cock and balls. "Nice, tiger! I like what I see."
Ben shuffled closer as his cock touched her cheeks. Pat turned and kissed his swollen cock. Then she ran her tongue around it, barely touching it, tickling him until she had him quivering with pleasure.
He crouched down now. He sat beside her on the cool floor and bent his mouth to her tits. He grabbed one tit, engulfing as much of it as he could in his mouth, biting her nipple until she moaned in response. Then he released her tit and kissed her lips hard.
"You're rough," she said. "Yeah, and you like it."
She giggled as she lay across his lap. "I won't tell you if I do."
He laughed as he started slapping her body, gently slapping her swaying tits and then down over her hips. He pulled the rest of her clothes off and slapped her ass. She giggled again as he made her skin tingle. He slapped her ass for a minute or two and then he rolled her over on the kitchen floor.
Kneeling astride her, he sat back on her tits and held up her head. She opened her mouth and caught his prick in it. She clamped down with her lips as he slowly eased back. He began a slow fucking of her mouth, sliding his cock in and out of her ovaled lips. She closed her eyes and moaned around his thick cockshaft.
Finally he pulled his cock out of her mouth and he scooted back to fuck her. He jammed her knees up and spread them, opened her dark haired cunt until it was gaping. He rammed in, hitting her cunt dead center with his cock and slamming his prick inside until he had it in up to the hilt.
"Oh God, you're a bull," she said.
"Fuck my cock, honey! Roll your ass around and fuck my cock!"
He rammed into her as hard as he could ten times, and then he lay against her, crushing her tits as he let his cock soak in her steaming cunt.
Then it was back to fucking, his hands gripping her knees as he slammed his dick in and out of her wide-open cunt.
When he was sure he couldn't hold out any more, he pulled his cock out of her cunt and rolled her over.
"What are you doing?" she said.
"Guess and you'll be right."
A shudder went through her.
He spread her asscheeks with his hands, scooped some juice out of her cunthole and smeared it over her shitter. She groaned as she relaxed her ass to let the finger inside.
"Easy," she said.
"You're a hot-ass!"
"Yes, I'm a hot-ass, but you've got to go easy."
He snickered as he worked a second finger inside her elastic bunghole. He continued stretching her asshole, getting it soft and relaxed, his eyes hot as he watched his fingers working.
Then it was time. Time to get his cock in her asshole.
He held her asscheeks pulled apart as he drilled his knob inside her asshole. She wailed at him, begged him to go slower. He edged in, pushing inside inch by inch, getting four inches in before she stopped him.
"Ben, go easy!"
"That's what I'm doing."
"No, you're too big! It's better for me if you go easy!"
"Can I start moving now?"
"Just go easy!"
Pat groaned at every thrust, her ass churning as she started fucking back at him. He cursed as he felt himself coming to a peak before he wanted to. But there was no stopping it now. He clenched his teeth as the hot cum shot out of his cock to drench her shitter.
"Christ, you're a lovely fuck," he said.
Pat cried out, wincing at the pain as he eased his knob out of her asshole. She twisted around and blushed when she saw the brown streaks on his cock.
"You're too rough," she said.
Ben grinned. "And you're a hot fuck!"
"Finger me off, lover!"
It was bold of her to ask, but she hadn't come and she wouldn't let him just walk out on her.
He smiled as he reached down to get his fingers in her cunt. He touched her clit, rubbed the shaft gently and then applied more pressure and speed until she started writhing with pleasure.
"Come on, baby, make it," he said.
"Oh God, I like you!"
Her voice trailed off as her body shook with pleasure. She started a long moaning cry that ended with a sudden yelp as she went limp on the kitchen floor.
Ben snickered at her. "Jesus, you sure come hard, don't you?"
Charlie Reed smiled at Helen. "It's true, Helen. I thought Ben told you. I'm not pushing anything on you, but Pat said you know all about it."
Helen nodded. "Yes, I do know about it."
"Do you want me to leave?"
"I don't know."
Helen walked to the sofa and sat down. When she crossed her legs, her skirt fell back to expose her thighs.
Charlie looked at her legs and grinned, and then he moved to sit down beside her. He put a hand on one of her knees and slipped the other arm around her shoulders.
"You're a beautiful woman," he said. "Charlie, this is new to me."
"I know, baby. We'll just go slow and have a good time. Christ, I'm hot for you!"
She gasped as his hand moved up her leg, pushing her skirt back along her thighs, his fingers stroking the nylon of her pantyhose.
Now his hand came away from her shoulder and dropped down over her tits. He rubbed her tits back and forth, then he bent his head and kissed her lips.
She wanted to fight, but in a moment his tongue slipped between her lips and she knew she was lost. His hand was inside her blouse now, sliding inside her bra and puffing it down.
Helen relaxed. Let it happen, she thought.
Loosen up a little and let it happen.
When their lips parted, she smiled at him and dropped her hand to cover the bulge in his crotch.
"You sure know how to turn a woman on," she said.
Charlie chuckled. "What do you like?"
"I think I like everything."
She turned and lay down on the sofa. Charlie chuckled as be lifted her feet and moved around them before he crawled on top of her.
Her hand worked at his fly while he pulled the blouse up and slid it over her head. He kissed her again, pressing his weight against her from head to toe. As he raised his body again, she pulled his zipper down and slid her hand inside his fly.
She was amused when she discovered he wore no shorts. Convenient, she thought. She grabbed his cock with her hand and squeezed it hard.
Charlie found the snap at the back of her bra and lifted the half-cups away from her tits. He kissed her again, a long hot kiss, his tongue driving deep inside her mouth.
Then he moved down, kissing her neck and shoulders, working slowly around her tits and then at last sucking at one of her nipples.
Oh my God, Helen thought. She moaned as she felt the surge of excitement in her body.
Charlie pulled her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. Now he had his mouth filled with her lush tit. He nibbled with his teeth at her tender tit flesh. He used his teeth to tug her nipple out, holding onto it until it popped free. He bit the nipple harder and she moaned again.
He gently sat her up and lay down with his head in her lap. He grabbed her tits, nibbled at them, teased them, pushed his face between them.
"Perfect tits," he said.
She bent down and kissed his lips as her hand caught his prick. Then she sat up beside him. She slowly unbuttoned his shin, and then she knelt and pulled his pants down. She still wore her skirt and pantyhose. She knelt in front of Charlie and leaned against his knees. She gazed at his cock, then moved closer to it and quickly kissed it.
Her lips moved over his throbbing cock. She held it with both hands, turned on by his huge knob. Her tongue came out to touch it. She trailed her tongue around his cockhead, down around the underside of his knob and back again. Charlie made a sound of pleasure as he humped his ass against the couch.
Now Helen leaned forward, her tits resting on his legs as she wrapped her lips around his knob. Charlie pumped his hips to get more cock in her mouth, but she pulled her face away and giggled at him. She rose up and hurried to peel off her skirt and pantyhose.
"Well, you've got me hot," she said. "You've really got me hot."
"Shake the tits around."
"This way?"
"Yeah, that's nice!"
She sat down on the shag rug and she patted the spot beside her. "Come on, lover! If we're going to fuck, let's get on with it!"
Charlie sat beside her on the rug, rubbing her tits, kissing her eyes and nose and lips, working his tongue inside her mouth.
Helen loved his hands on her. Not Ben's hands. The hands of a strange man, a neighbor. Her blood surged with excitement again. She was so hot now.
She wanted him inside her. She rolled over on the rug, spreading her legs and begging him with her eyes.
In a moment, he was there between her lifted knees. She jumped when his hand massaged her cunt and spread her cuntlips and rubbed her juices around.
Then he leaned over her, his cock angled toward her pussy. She watched it, watched his purple knob slide inside her sopping pussy.
Helen gasped, her arms sliding over his back to hold him tightly. She hadn't fucked any man but Ben in years. She moaned as Charlie's cock rammed straight up her cunt-channel.
My God, he's long, she thought. Such a long prick. Longer than Ben. Her husband had a thick cock but nothing this long. Charlie's dick seemed to be reaching places that had never been touched before. How delicious that was. She felt his belly pressing against hers as he stopped moving. She caught his ass with her hands and pulled him deeper inside her.
He kissed her ear, pulling his cock out to his knob and then slowly sliding it in again. She felt his breath coming hot against her cheek, and then suddenly he was pounding into her with a strong thrusting that drove her wild.
She felt it, felt him come as he shot his load inside her pussy. A great shudder went through her as she felt his hot jism in her cunt. Lovely spunk, she thought. Lovely hot spunk and it wasn't Ben's.
Charlie stayed inside her, his cock softening gradually, getting shorter and thinner and then finally slipping out of her gaping cunthole. His hand found her clit and he started rubbing it. In a minute he had her coming again, crying out as she came, her legs trembling as the spasms hit her pussy.
"I'll fuck you again," he said.
She giggled. "You're kidding."
"No, I'm not kidding. I'm getting hard again. Would you like it doggie-style?"
"Mmmm, I'd love that!"
Cindy was sitting beside Jim Hansen in Jim's car. She'd agreed to drive with him out of the neighborhood to get away from everyone. Now he had the car parked in a lovers lane and he turned to the blonde teenager and smiled at her.
"You'd better not tell anyone about this." Cindy giggled. "Your wife knows."
"That's different."
"I don't think my folks care one way or the other."
He kissed her. Her lips were wet, and as he pressed down they parted and Cindy made a little noise in her throat. She opened her mouth wider. Her left hand was hooked over his shoulder, and now she curled the fingers of her right hand around his neck as she began to kiss him with more passion.
Jim was going wild, delighted by the feel of the teenager's young body under his hands. He pushed his tongue between her lips, his hands roaming up and down her back.
He could smell something now, and it took him a moment to realize what it was. A rush went through him as he realized the car was filled with the lusty aroma of teenage pussy.
His cock was pushing at his pants. He wanted more of this lovely little teenage sexpot. He slid both hands down her back, his fingers trailing over the bumps in her spine. His hands moved over the swell of her asscheeks, cupping her skirt against her warm ass, then dipping under the cotton material. He felt the sudden warmth of flesh-heated nylon against his palms. He kissed her throat and Cindy raised her chin to ask for more. He moved his hands around in circles, massaging her firm little ass.
Only when he pushed a finger against the damp panty-crotch did she jerk a little. But she quickly curled more passionately against him, her fingers clutching at his shoulders as he rubbed the nylon that covered her cunt bush.
He rubbed and stroked and petted, feeling the wetness in her gash. The nylon crotch of her panties was soppy, slippery with her juices. The smell of young pussy was heavy in the air now. He pushed at the nylon to get her cuntlips exposed, and in a moment she moaned as he started fingering her slit.
"What are you going to do?" she said. "What do you want?"
"I don't know. I want you to fuck me!"
He teased her. "You're too young for that."
"No I'm not! I'm not a virgin!"
He laid her back on the wide front seat and hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties. He pulled at the nylon, pulling her panties down to uncover her blonde cunt bush, pulling them down her thighs and off her legs as she giggled at him.
She opened her thighs herself, and when he looked at her crotch he saw the wetness there, the drenching of her young slit, her gash covered, with her foaming cuntjuice.
"Let's get everything off you," he said.
He gently rolled her up by her arms to get the tight-fitting top off. She smiled at him, a knowing smile. "I like you, Mr. Hansen."
"Jim, baby. My name is Jim."
She giggled. "I like you, Jim!"
"You just sit still while I eat you."
"Oh wow, you bet I will!"
A shiver went through the girl's body as she closed her eyes.
Jim ran his mouth over the top of one tit until he felt her nipple against his lips. He opened his mouth wide and sucked as much of the hot tit in as he could. Cindy arched her back and writhed her ass against the seat. She ran her fingers aver the sides of his face as he tongued and sucked her firm tits.
As he sucked each pretty tit in turn, he held her tiny waist with his hands. He felt her body squirm with excitement. He crouched between her thighs now, amused by the way she responded to him. Hotter than an older woman. Cindy lacked the reserve of a woman twice her age.
Both Cindy's tits were wet with his spit now. He moved his mouth down her chest, down over her heaving belly, down around her bellybutton. As he lapped the little hollow of her navel, she pulled her knees up high on each side of his shoulders and groaned.
He raised her ass, bringing her cunt-mound a good six inches off the seat. She pulled her knees all the way back to her tits and spread her thighs. The smell of cunt was thicker than ever now and it made him wild with lust.
He started kissing the insides of her thighs first, licking and sucking the tender flesh near her pussy and down close to her asscheeks. Some cowboy was singing a song on the car radio, a song about love.
Cindy was hot. She started an easy fucking motion with her hips, churning her crotch under his face. Jim watched it a moment, and then he could stand it no longer and he dived in.
He spread her cuntlips apart with his fingers, opened her flooded gash and plunged his whole mouth against her reeking snatch.
A deep wail came out of her throat.
Her back arched again. She began fucking her ass up and down in a frenzy. He reveled in it, his face covered with her cunt-cream. She growled and tossed on the seat, smearing his face with her juices, bucking her ass against his thighs as she moaned and whimpered.
Nothing like eating cunt, he thought. Nothing like a hot wet cunt under a man's mouth.
She hooked one leg over his shoulders to pull his mouth down against her hot cunt. She strained to reach his head, her fingers tangling in the curls behind his ears.
He fluttered his tongue on her thickening clit, sucking at it and then moving down again to suck at her cunthole. He pushed his tongue at her cunthole, tickled the edges a little, then shoved his tongue as deep as he could inside her pussy.
Her pussy was loaded with cuntjuice. He slurped up the hot cream, scooping it out of her twat with his tongue, rolling it around his mouth before swallowing it down.
Then her clit again. He could feel the tension building in her body now. She was close to coming. He nibbled at her clit, whipped it with his tongue and then used his nose to rub her off.
She went wild, crying out as she came, her body shuddering as she clamped her young thighs around his head to hold his mouth in place.
They fucked after that, a solid fuck with the girl sitting on his lap and bouncing on his cock. He chewed one of her tits as she fucked him. He sucked the girl's sweet nipple and chuckled to himself as he suddenly wondered what her mother was like. He wondered if Helen Miller knew how to bounce on a cock as well as her daughter did.