Joanna never saw much of her neighbors. A cantankerous old widower lived in one side of I the house, and a quiet middle-aged couple on the other side. Joanna had always thought the Lathams were quiet. Then one evening, as Joanna was sitting alone on the back porch, there was an unmistakable wild giggle coming from one of the Latham windows. It was a woman's voice, and Joanna guessed it belonged to Betty Latham. It was hard to imagine Betty giggling like that and Joanna found herself dying of curiosity. Mike was out of town again and Joanna was just too bored to sit still.
Joanna moved silently off the porch and crossed the short piece of ground to the Latham house. She stepped carefully up to the open window from which the giggle had come.
The Lathams were sitting on a sofa. Betty Latham had her heavy tits hanging out of her dress, and Ernie Latham was busy sucking at one of her fat, juicy nipples.
At least the nipples looked juicy. The unoccupied one was wet, so Joanna reasoned Ernie had recently had his mouth on it. Joanna thought how funny it was you could never tell anything about people until they had their clothes off. Betty Latham had always seemed so shy, and yet here she had these gorgeous, fruity tits. The Lathams had probably just been out for the evening and they were at the beginning or a carefree, intimate fuck. Joanna's heart raced when she realized she might be able to watch them in action.
Ernie was now hefting Betty's tits with his hands, squeezing and rubbing the milky white globes. He hauled her tits completely out of her dress and cupped them in his hands. He lowered his face and began lapping at the dark crease between them. His long tongue ran over the huge nipples with broad, wet strokes.
Betty moaned. She obviously loved having his mouth on her tits. She cupped his face with her hands, holding him to her tits, urging him on with soft words and gasps. She trembled and gurgled with excitement. She reached a hand down to grab the bulge at his crotch. Then she raised her arms, reached behind her neck, and began unzipping her dress. She giggled when Ernie playfully tongued her armpit.
"Let me get my dress off," she said. The dress opened. Betty shrugged it from her shoulders and unclasped the bra which had slipped down beneath her tits. She tossed it aside. The wispy bra fluttered down to the carpet. Her dress was bunched up at her hips now. Lifting her ass, she squirmed out of it, raised her legs, and, kicked it off her feet. All she wore now were bikini panties, a garter belt, and beige stockings.
Ernie grinned and leaned back to look at her. "You're still something to look at," he said.
Betty smiled and hefted her tits in her hands. "After all these years?"
He cupped his hand over her crotch and moved his mouth down to her tits. Her nipples were hard and swollen. He took a long, thick nipple into his mouth and worked his lips over it. His fingers dug into the flesh of her skin through the material of her panties. He pressed the nylon into the wet slit. The bikini panties drew into a tight wedge as the crotchpiece was sucked up into her pussy. Her drooping, pink cuntlips were exposed. Joanna could see them working like a mouth around Ernie's fingers. Betty's belly quivered and her hips twisted from side to side. She clamped a hand behind Ernie's head and rubbed her tits up and down against his wet mouth.
Betty's oilier hand slipped down to Ernie's crotch. She drew the zipper down. His fly gaped open. She reached in and found his cock. She pulled it out and held it with her fingers. His fuck-meat quivered and pulsed in her hand.
Joanne smiled at the sight of Ernie's prick. Her pussy gushed out a gob of hot cuntjuice to wet the insides of her thighs. She found herself making comparisons with other cocks she'd seen. Ernie's cock was wide and fat. The swollen knob was plum-shaped. A thin trickle of fluid ran clown out of the slit, Betty's hand closed around the thick shaft, and Joanna could see the fluid welling up against the web of skin between Betty's thumb and forefinger. Bucking up his hips. Ernie pistoned his cock through his wife's clenched hand.
Joanna bit her lip to stifle a moan. She pressed her hand against her throbbing cuntmound. She hoped Betty would suck him – she'd love to see something like that.
Betty now had both hands wrapped around Ernie's cock. She slowly stroked the shaft. His cockjuice flowed out in a thick stream. Her eyes narrowed, Betty watched the throbbing of her husband's bloated cockhead. Bending sideways, she brought her face down and kissed the slimy tip.
Then she straightened up, her lips smeared with his juice. Ernie moved his face up from her tits and kissed her mouth. Betty drew her knee up and spread her legs wide. She humped her crotch against his hand. He ran his fingertips over the exposed lips of her cunt.
Betty stopped pumping his cock. She held his swollen balls cradled in one hand. She ran her fingertips up and down the underside of his throbbing shaft.
"God, your cock is big tonight!" Betty crooned. "Let's get our clothes off!"
Ernie peeled off his jacket and shirt. Betty tugged at his pants and he raised his ass so she could draw them down. His cock jutted out from the opening of his boxer shorts. Betty had difficulty getting the shorts down, and finally Ernie grabbed hold of them himself and stripped them off.
He had a stocky body, with a muscular chest and big belly. He reminded Joanna of a hairy ape. She shivered as she watched Betty run her hands over Ernie's body. Betty's hands finally returned to Ernie's throbbing cock.
"Fuck me," Betty said. She fell back along the couch. One leg trailed to the floor, the other leg lifted and hooked over the back of the sofa. Her crotch was totally exposed. Her belly quivered and her fat tits heaved.
Ernie hooked his fingers under the elastic band of his wife's panties and drew them down. Betty pulled her legs together to help and then the panties were off, she spread them out again. This time her meaty cunt was naked tinder the eyes of her husband.
Ernie knelt or the couch between her legs. Holding his cock in one hand, he positioned it against her cunt-mouth. He pressed forward and slowly pushed his thick fuck-meat into the waiting hole. Betty moaned. A dreamy look spread over her face. Her cunt gorged itself on his cock. Inch by inch, she pulled his fat cock into her body. She groaned and panted and tossed her head from side to side. Ernie clutched and pulled at her billowing tits. He finally had his cock driven in to the hilt and his balls pressed against her ass.
Betty uttered a long sigh. "Oh, shit, that's good!" she said. She kicked up her legs and drummed her heels on his ass. She locked her ankles behind him. She bucked up her crotch to meet his belly. Her cunt rippled over his cock, gulping his rampant meat.
Ernie grunted and pushed into her. His ass tightened as he began stroking. His thrusts were slow and calculated. Betty's thighs rasped over his flanks. Her sweating belly slapped against his. Her hands moved feverishly over his back and sides. She slipped one hand down between their legs and cupped his swinging balls. Her fingers stroked the hairy, swollen sac. Her other hand moved over the cheeks of his ass and probed into the crack between them.
Joanna smirked when she saw Betty fingering Ernie's asshole.
Ernie twitched as Betty's middle finger slowly pushed into the tight ring of his shithole. He grunted as she began to simultaneously finger his ass and balls.
Joanna was sweating. Her hand pressed against her cunt as she rhythmically massaged her swollen clit. Her nipples were stiff with her arousal. She kept her eyes fixed on the junction between Ernie's cock and Betty's cunt. She'd never dreamed the sight of a cock pistoning in and out of a cunt could be so thrilling.
"Shoot it!" Betty hissed. "Fill my cunt!"
Ernie vaulted a deep grunt. His ass tightened around Betty's finger as he vigorously stroked in and out of her steaming hole. His hips bounced up and down. He clamped both hands under Betty, his fingers hooked into the fat cheeks of her ass, and he hauled her up to his cock. Cuntjuice flowed out of her pussy to soak her thighs and run down the crack of her ass.
"Give it to me!" Betty cried. "Fuck me hard!"
Ernie began to come. The hot jism gushed up out of his cock into the depths of Betty's boiling cunt. Betty moaned and worked her cunt muscles to milk his balls.
"I'm coming!" Betty groaned. "Don't stop fucking."
Joanna watched transfixed as the orgasm rippled through Betty's body. At the end, after the final spurt out of Ernie's cock, he sank heavily onto Betty's body with his broad back heaving and twitching.
Joanna couldn't stand any more. She turned away and moved back to her own house. Her cunt was on fire, the ache between her thighs unbearable. She hurried to her bedroom and stripped off her clothes. She lay down on the bed, her mind filled with the image of the Lathams fucking on their sofa. All the details were still vivid. She remembered just how Ernie's cock had moved in and out of Betty's dripping cunt. She remembered how their hips had pumped to the same rhythm. She remembered how Betty had squeezed his balls and jammed a finger up his ass. The vivid memory caused Joanna's cuntjuice to gush out in a flood. Her nipples stood out long and hard. Not touching herself at first, she kept her hands at her sides and remained motionless. She lay there with her legs wide apart, her mind focused on the throbbing of her cunt. Then she began stroking her tits. She kneaded the ripe globes and cupped them together. She began working her fingers on her swollen nipples. She brushed her palms back and forth across the turgid flubs until they ached. Then she rolled them with her fingertips.
Waves of tingling sensation shot out from her nipples, spread over her tits, and then rippled through her belly. She clenched her teeth and moaned softly. She slid a hand down between her widespread thighs.
Her pussy was flowing. She brushed her fingers along the unfurled cuntlips, tracing the folds of flesh. She continued stroking her nipples with the other hand. The dual sensation was marvelous.
Her fingers stroked more rapidly along the frothy cuntlips. She briefly massaged her throbbing clit. She slowly pushed her fingers into the oozing tunnel of her cunt.
Her body was soaked with perspiration. She heaved and lurched on the bed. Her thigh muscles tightened spasmodically as her belly rose and fell. Abandoning her swollen tits, she used both hands on her aunt. She used one hand to finger her cuntlips and clit, and the other hand to push three fingers in and out of her cunthole with a steady tempo. Her juices flowed out, oozing out of the steaming hole in a constant stream.
My hands aren't enough, she thought. She needed something in there.
Biting her lips, she thrashed her head back and forth on the pillow. She finally scrambled to the edge of the bed and reached for the telephone. She dialed a number. That's all it took – a few minutes of sweet talk. At last she put the phone down and lay back on the bed. She'd promised herself she'd never allow this to happen, but now the promise was broken.
She lay there with her fingers in her cunt, counting the minutes. Finally, a half hour after the telephone call, the front doorbell rang. Joanna hurried to answer it, and moments later Roy Price was in the house with a big grin on his face.
"You're hot for it, aren't you, honey?"
"Take your clothes off," Joanna hissed.
She took him to the bedroom. She sat on the bed with one hand fingering her cunt and the other hand holding his cock to her lips.
"Suck it," he said.
She arched her neck and let her tongue slide out. The tip quivered near his cock. She flicked her tongue at it like a snake. She moved her tongue aside at the last moment so that it fluttered past his knob without touching it. He groaned at the taunting delay. Lowering her mouth, she flicked out her tongue again. This time she touched him. Her tongue flattened on his balls and ran over them. She lapped the hairy sac with long, flat strokes. Holding his cock away with her hand, she tucked her tongue into the sweaty valley under his ball sac. Then she worked upward and tongued along the underside of his cock. His cock-shaft came alive in her mouth, rearing and bucking under her hips. She drew her hand away and let his cock swing freely against her face. Her tongue reached the rim behind his cockhead and curled around it, working below the velvet glans, circling and recircling, fluttering against the underside. His cockhead was swollen and glistening. She worked on his balls again. She used her hips this time, following the trail that her tongue had taken, kissing and sucking at the wrinkled flesh. She lifted his balls in her hand and kissed beneath them. She began sliding her lips along his cock-shaft, running her mouth up and down its length.
"Jesus!" he hissed. "Suck it!"
The slit in his cockhead gaped, and a single drop of fluid oozed out. It hung at the cleft a moment, then slid down. Joanna waited until the drop of jism was at the beginning of the shaft, and then she ran her tongue up to meet it. She lapped it up. She savored the flavor, running the drop over her tongue. Then she let it slide back to her throat and swallowed it.
Roy chuckled. "Did you swallow that?"
"Mmmmmm," she said. "Delicious."
"I'll come in your mouth, baby. You want that, don't you?" he said. His cock lurched. He flattened his hand behind her head and urged her down.
She began lapping his knob. She ran her lips over the velvet skin and pushed her tongue-tip into the gaping slit. A few more drops of cream oozed out. She tongued them away. Pulling back her tongue, she began using her lips. She kissed the tip and brushed her parted lips back and forth along the slit, so that the cream which bubbled out slid into her mouth. She finally formed a ring with her lips and closed her mouth down over his swollen cock.
"Oh, yeah!" he groaned. "That's it, baby! That's it!"
She pushed her head down as far as it would go. His cockhead jammed against the back of her throat. Her mouth and lips nuzzled in his crotch-hair. She held him there a moment, savoring the total length of his cock, then she pulled her mouth back, keeping her lips, compressed in a tight ring. Pausing again, holding his cockhead in her mouth, she began sucking.
She hungered for his jism. She sucked with a slow, steady rhythm, a rhythm she knew would ultimately bring him to a climax.
Her lips slid up and down the shaft, her head moving like a well-oiled machine. Her tongue lashed back and forth against his bulging cockhead, which was dripping freely now, the juice running into her mouth to mix with her saliva.
His cock behaved like a piston, the shaft slippery with juice and saliva. He pumped it into her mouth, desperately seeking his release. She loved his impatience. There was a difference between sucking a cock and getting fucked in the mouth. The thrill was equal, but different.
She gripped his hips and began pulling and pushing. She tightened her lips and made a cunt of her mouth, holding her face steady now against his pistoning movements.
"Fuck me!" she gasped, the words muffled on his plunging cock.
He grasped her by the hair and jammed his cock deep into her throat. He fucked her mouth in a frenzy. She grabbed his balls, squeezing them as if to force the juice out under pressure.
He suddenly stiffened and moaned. A moment later, her mouth was filled with his come. Her eyes wide, she swallowed furiously, gulping each load down to make room for the next burst. She sucked and slurped and drained him.