The neighbor's teasing wife

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Oh, no, you don't!" Joan cried, leaping off the couch and tackling him. Don yelped with surprise as the slim blonde knocked him to the carpet and sat on him.

She couldn't let him go. She needed him too badly. And if he went home, he'd find Vicky in bed with Frank. All hell would break loose. Joan had to do everything in her power to keep him with her.

"Joan, damnit, let me up!" Don growled.

Joan paid no attention to him. She just grabbed his zipper and tugged it open. She seized his pants and shorts and pulled them off. His cock sprang free, standing up stiff and drooling. Joan whimpered lustily at the sight of it.

"Now listen, Joan," Don snarled, "I'm telling you for the last time, I'm not going to bed with you, so you might as well – ahhhhhhhh!"

As he was protesting, Joan dipped her head way down, opened her lips, and slid her hot wet mouth down around his cock. Don gave a helpless groan of lust as she began sucking his cock-meat. The big man shivered and writhed.

"Unnnnnhhhh, Christ, stop that," he babbled hoarsely. "It isn't right, Joan – unnnnhhhh."

He could protest till he was blue in the face, but Joan wasn't quitting. Now that she had his big throbbing prick in her mouth, her excitement reached the boiling point and she couldn't think of anything but that throbbing column of cock-meat.

"Mmmmmmm, uuummmmmmm," she moaned.

She sucked hard and hungrily on his cock. It had been so long since Frank had let her give him a blow-job. He was always too busy, too tired. Joan was absolutely starved for the taste of cock, and she showed it now.

Don stopped babbling and just groaned and panted as the cock-starved young housewife sucked loudly and greedily on his prick. Joan soon realized that the fight had gone out of him. He groaned in bliss each time she sucked on his prick.

Maybe he thought this was as far as she'd go. After all, he'd considered it okay to go down on her and relieve her horniness, and now she was just returning the favor. But if he thought he was leaving without fucking her, he was wrong.

Joan worked her hot juicy mouth up and down the hard, throbbing shaft of his prick, sucking up the thick salty cream that oozed from his piss-hole. Don watched her with hot lusty eyes, his nostrils flared. He was red with excitement, his face twisted into a lusty grimace. He was going out of his mind with excitement, and that was just what Joan wanted.

She drew her cheeks in farther, making her mouth tight and searing hot. As she worked her juicy lips up and down the hugely engorged shaft of his cock, Don's eyes almost bugged out, and he snorted with excitement.

"Yeah, baby, that's it, suck!" he roared.

Joan instantly drew her head back and let his spit-soaked cock snap free. He groaned in frustration. She sat astride him with a mocking smile, while he stared mournfully at his nearly exploding prick.

"Goddamnit, Joan," he groaned.

"Something wrong, honey?" she asked innocently.

"Are you kidding?" he exclaimed. "Look at my cock. I'm going crazy."

"Oh, I'll still get you off, darling," Joan purred.

"Then why the hell don't you do it?" he panted.

"Okay, but I'm gonna do it a different way."

"Any way you want," he sighed, closing his eyes.

Maybe he was expecting a hand-job, but he didn't get it. Instead Joan wiggled around till the dripping mouth of her cunt was right over the fat purple head of his prick. Then she plunged herself down on it, impaling her starved pussy on the thick iron-hard shaft of his cock.

"Ahhhhhhh, yesssssss!" she moaned.

"What the hell?" Don yelped.

He opened his eyes to see Joan sitting on his cock with a happy grin on her face. She was fully skewered on his prick, and only his big hairy balls were showing. Her steamy tight cunt gripped and squeezed his cock-meat.

"Mmmmmmm, at last," Joan gurgled. "I haven't been laid in weeks, Don. I just gotta have this. Come on, be a pal and give it to me!"

"Oh, shit," Don sighed. "Well, you can't say I didn't try to resist!"

"Right!" Joan grinned. "And you were very brave. Now will you please fuck me?"

Don grinned back at her and grabbed her by the waist. With a lusty snort he began pistoning his thick hard cock in her cunt. She wailed with delight and soaked his hammering prick with sizzling pussy-cream.

"Help, I'm being raped," he groaned.

"Oh, shut up," Joan laughed. "Just fuck me, damnit."

He finally did shut up. He was too busy to talk. Snorting and groaning, he worked his enormous hard-on faster and faster in her greedily tugging cunt, giving her blasts of pleasure that made her howl and writhe. At last she had what she wanted, the thing she just couldn't live without.

"Ohhhhhhh, baby, yesssss," she wailed, "fuck it to me, don't ever stop! Shit, I need this so bad!"

Don was watching his thick blue-veined cock hammer in and out of her dripping cunt. He seemed fascinated with the sight. Now and then he looked up at her lust-contorted face, and that made him even more aroused.

Joan could guess what he was thinking. He was wickedly excited to be fucking his buddy's wife, driving her out of her mind with pleasure. Joan sensed that it had been a secret fantasy of his for a long time.

"You've wanted to fuck me, haven't you, Don?" she grinned.

"Since the moment I met you," he confessed. "But of course I couldn't, because – ah, shit, what difference does it make now?"

"Right," Joan chuckled.

It didn't make any difference what had held him back, because now they were doing it. Nothing was holding him back now. He growled with lust and pounded his steel-hard cock into her smoldering cunt-depths, and she wailed with pleasure.

"Mmmmmm, baby, you're fucking me so good!" she whimpered. "God, I love it!"

Her naughty remarks just spurred him into harder action. Joan knew he was almost on overload, and she knew she'd better get off while she still had time. She tightened her hot little pussy around his pile-driving prick and let the red-hot friction carry her to the brink of orgasm.

"Ohhhhh, God, you're gonna make me come!" she gasped.

"Yeah, go for it!" Don panted. His eyes rolled, and he yelped, "Awwwwww, fuck, shit – awwwwwww!"

"Ooooooooh, God… whaahhhhhhh!" Joan screamed.

The first sizzling jet of his come had set her off. She was coming right along with him, her greedy cunt sucking up his jism. They rocked and bucked together for almost a minute, and then she collapsed on top of him.

"Mmmmmmm, fantastic," she gurgled.

"I hope you're satisfied now," he chuckled.

Satisfied? Joan didn't know the meaning of the word, at least not when it came to sex. She'd been starved for so long, she just couldn't get enough. She'd had a fantastic orgasm, but already she was greedy for more.

"I'd never get enough of you," she breathed, squeezing his prick with her come-filled pussy-hole. "Just stay where you are, honey. I'm not finished with you yet."

"You gotta be kidding," Don groaned.

Joan didn't answer. She just went to work with her strong greedy cunt-muscles, giving his cock a naughty massage. Don snorted with excitement, and pretty soon she could feel his cock-meat swelling inside her. She soaked it with a hot blast of pussy-juice and wriggled lustily.

"Oh, good," she gurgled, "now we can have more fun."

"Uh, Joan, I'm a little worried that Frank might walk in," Don said.

Joan glanced at the clock. If Vicky kept her word, there was plenty of time left, time enough for another hot fuck. She kept her cunt clamped greedily around Don's prick, not letting him escape.

"Don't worry," she said. "He's probably still working on Vicky's plumbing."

"And you want me to work on yours?" Don chuckled.

"You got it," she laughed. "But let's do it another way this time, okay?"

"Hey, you're calling the shots," he said. "I'm in the clutches of this mad lady sex fiend, and there's nothing I can do about it."

"I'm glad you get the picture," Joan said, rolling off him.

She rolled right onto her hands and knees, sticking out her cute little ass. Don ogled the rosy-pink flesh of her slit and saw thick rivers of cream pouring from her famished little cunt. Snorting with lust, he crawled up behind her and grasped her hips.

"Yeah, honey, stick it in me!" she panted. "I want you to fuck my brains out!"

"Yes, ma'am," Don chuckled.

He pressed the enormously swollen head of his cock into her cunt-opening, spreading her pussy-lips wide. Joan gurgled with lust and drenched his prick-head with molten cream. He started pushing into her.

"Unnnhhhh, yeah, give me that big cock, give me all of it!" she wailed.

Nothing was more exciting to her than that first long thrust, feeling a rigid throbbing cock cramming her cunt. She clawed the rug in her wild excitement, and she creamed steadily and helplessly, the molten liquid running down her legs.

"Oooooooh, shit, ooooooh!" she cried.

Don was panting and growling with lust as he eased his fat cock slowly but steadily into the tight velvety hole of her cunt. He really was taking his time, savoring every inch of penetration, but Joan loved it.

She never wanted that first delicious thrust to end. She was practically coming, she was so hungry for it. Frank had left her famished for cock. She whimpered and shivered and creamed as Don gradually filled her cunt with his pulsating fuck-tool.

"You got it all now, baby," he said hoarsely. "Jesus, this is great! Let's not rush, okay?"

"Okay," Joan gurgled. "It'd suit me fine if we did it about twelve hours."

"I wish to hell we had twelve hours," Don sighed.

He started fucking her slowly and sensuously. Joan whimpered and dug her nails into the rug, practically coming with each long steady thrust. Each time he reached her womb, she creamed an enormous flood of hot cunt-juice.

It was a wonderful change from Frank's quickies. That was all she got from her husband any more, just fast rolls in the hay. It was often over before she could get off, and she was lucky if she even got that much more than twice a month.

Clearly Frank was bored with fucking his wife. Well, surprise. His wife was bored with fucking him, too. Joan was just realizing how bored she'd been for the past couple of years. Fucking a new man was so exciting.

She'd never believed in cheating, and she'd never fucked anybody but her husband, not until now. Now she knew what she'd been missing by not fooling around. Things were going to be different. Frank could fool around, and so could she.

"Yeah, fuck me, Don, fuck me forever!" she sighed.

He shivered with arousal at her lusty words and fucked into her a little faster. Joan liked that. She always liked to be fucked fast, although not as fast as Frank did it. What she craved was a steady hard fucking that would finally quench her fiery lust. She hoped her neighbor could do it for her.

She also wondered how Vicky was making out with Frank. She hoped he hadn't been as hard to seduce as Don. But she knew her friend, and Vicky would eventually get whatever she wanted. She just hoped Vicky was having as much fun as she was.

"Mmmmmmm, baby, that's so good," she gurgled. "Fuck me a little faster now, okay?"

His hot sweaty hands were kneading her hips, keeping the same pace as his cock. He speeded up, and Joan gasped with excitement. His slow fucking had been wonderful, but this was even better. The harder, the better, she thought.

"Yeah, yeah, give it to me!" she panted. "Fuck the living shit out of me!"

Don's thick cock was making an obscene sucking noise as it reamed the hot cream from her pussy. The molten liquid was running down her thighs. Joan hadn't creamed so hard in years, but then she hadn't been this aroused in a long time.

For the first time in months she knew she was going to get off. She knew she was going to get all the fucking she needed. If only she could feel that way with her husband! But luckily she had this sexy neighbor who was willing to give her everything Frank denied her.

"Unnnhhhh, that's great, honey," she moaned. "you're fucking me so damned good!"

She wondered how Frank would react if he walked in right now. She imagined him opening the front door and seeing his beautiful blonde wife on her hands and knees, taking his best buddy's stiff cock. She creamed furiously.

Yes, she really was turning into a dirty-minded lady. All kinds of kinky ideas turned her on. She loved to picture Frank fucking Vicky. She wanted Frank to watch while she fucked Don. She was a regular sex maniac.

"Harder," she panted, "fuck me as hard as you can, Don!"

"You sure you can take it?" he growled.

"Try me," she gurgled lustily.

He gave it everything he had, fucking into her so hard that she was almost knocked over. She grasped the rug and moaned. His belly slapped loudly against her hot ass. It was an almost brutal fucking, but she loved it.

"Yeah, that's it," she wailed, "fuck me hard, baby, don't stop!"

Don groaned and pounded his cock into her, bringing both of them to the brink of orgasm. Joan hovered there, gorging herself on the delicious sensations. Then she felt the first hot sting of his jizz against her womb, and she started coming like crazy.

"Unnnnnhhh, God – whaahhhhhhh!" she screamed.

"Awwww, Jesus – aaaaggghhhhh!" Don yelled.

Joan sobbed in ecstasy as she took his hot jetting load. The boiling juice overflowed her cunt and gushed down her legs. She came violently, her spasming cunt sucking every last drop of come from his hammering prick.

"Mmmmmmmmm, I loved that," she gurgled. Then she pricked up her ears. "Oh – oh, here comes Frank."

She heard her husband's steps on the porch. She and Don grabbed their clothes, streaked to the kitchen, and got dressed just in time. They looked a little flushed when Frank walked into the kitchen, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Hi, Don," he grinned. "Vicky says to tell you your dinner's waiting."

"Uh, yeah, thanks," Don blurted as he hurried out the back door.