What neighbors will do

CHAPTER FOUR

Molly didn't go far before she saw more uncurtained windows.

This house had no curtains at all, but there were lights on in every room. In each room, was a jumble of boxes and furniture. These people were just moving in.

They had the windows open, too, and Molly could hear a young woman calling, "Darren, where are you?"

"Down here, honey," came a male voice.

"Down where?" the girl shouted. "I can't find anything in this damned place, not even you."

Molly was amused, and she stopped to watch. The young couple kept shouting to each other, and finally they met in a downstairs room. The guy was tall and good-looking, the girl petite and blond. They both seemed to be in their early twenties.

"Amy," Darren laughed, "let's knock off the unpacking for tonight. You look ready to drop."

"I am," Amy sighed, sitting down on an unpacked box. "And guess what else? I'm horny."

"Me, too," Darren grinned. "We didn't get much of a honeymoon, did we?"

"No," Amy sighed, "just one night in a motel. Gosh, we hardly even got started."

"Then let's pick up where we left off," Darren leered.

"Great," Amy grinned, "but what are we gonna use for a bed?"

Darren stared around at the mess.

"Good question," he said. "I suppose we could just use the mattress."

"I'll clear a space," Amy said eagerly.

She started shaving boxes and suitcases out of the way, while Darren wrestled with a king-size mattress that was leaning up against the wall. Molly grabbed the chance to move closer to the house for a better view. It looked like another show was about to begin.

There was a loud crash as the mattress hit the floor. The dust had hardly settled before Amy and Darren were on the mattress grabbing for each other. The horny young newlyweds were trying to kiss, grope, and undress each other all at the same time.

"Hey, slow down," Amy laughed. "We can do it, if we just think it out."

"Right," Darren chuckled. "Maybe we better take off our clothes first."

They stripped as fast as they could. Darren had a nice lean body, and Molly stared at him hungrily, her eyes darting to his swelling cock. She was a married woman and shouldn't be looking at other men, but she couldn't help herself. She just wished she could join this young stud on the mattress.

"Hurry, honey!" Amy panted.

The little blond was naked already. She'd thrown her clothes in every direction and was waiting impatiently for Darren to finish undressing. Her eyes got hot as she watched him skin out of his jockey shorts. Darren grabbed her and kissed her.

"Mmmmmmm," Amy groaned.

With no inhibitions at all, she rubbed her hot naked body against her husband, her pouting mound teasing his swelling prick. Darren cupped her ass and drew her even tighter against him. They worked their tongues in each other's mouth.

Molly sighed softly. It seemed like everybody in the neighborhood was getting the loving they needed – everybody except her. But she could remember when she and Dick had been like this. When they were newlyweds, they couldn't keep their hands off each other.

She recalled how they used to get it on two and three times a day. Dick even came home for lunch so they could fuck. They'd spend whole weekends in bed. But those days were over. She was lucky if she could get laid once a month, these days.

Amy and Darren finally paused for breath, and he cupped his wife's small high-riding tits and squeezed them. Amy reached for his cock and pumped it. Then she happened to glance at the window, and she giggled.

"Wow," she exclaimed, "we don't have any curtains. What if somebody sees us?"

"Don't worry about it," Darren said. "Nobody would be up this late, honey."

Nobody but us dirty old ladies, Molly thought.

Of course she wasn't that much older that the newlyweds, just a couple of years, but Amy and Darren made her feel old. It seemed a million years since she and Dick had behaved like that.

"What the hell," Amy laughed, "I don't care if anybody sees us anyhow. Let's go for it."

Darren's long stiff cock was ready for the job, that was for sure. Molly studied it and creamed helplessly. Was she ever going to get fucked again? Would she even remember how, by the time Dick got around to doing it?

As Amy eagerly ran her fist up and down his blue-veined prick, Darren leered at her and said, "You're shameless, baby – and I love it."

"You ain't seen nothing yet," Amy chuckled. She bent down and started licking his sensitive cock head, but Darren gasped and pulled her head away.

"Hey, I can't take that," he said. "I'll come in about two seconds."

"Gosh, honey," Amy sighed, "I'm just dying to go down on you."

"You will," Darren said, "but let's save it. Right now all I wanta do is fuck your brains out. Let me get that out of my system."

"Okay," Amy grinned, "I guess I can live with that."

He rolled her onto her back, and she spread her legs wide. Darren rolled onto her and sank down between her thighs. Amy gave an excited squeal as he started jabbing around with his stiff cock, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Ohhhhh, yeah! Get into me, Darren!" she moaned.

"I will if you'll hold still long enough," he panted.

It couldn't have been easy, but Amy managed to stop her horny wriggling long enough for him to sock the fat head of his cock into her juicy cuntal opening. He slid his hands under her and cupped her little ass, drawing her up the skewer of his rigid boner.

"Ooooooooh!" Amy howled.

You could hear her halfway down the block. Molly wondered if she was the only one watching. She glanced around but didn't see anyone else. When she turned back, Darren's ass was knotting and jerking as he hammered his eager cock into his new wife's slick steaming box.

"Ohhhhh, Jesus!" he groaned. "At last!"

"Unnnnnhhhh – yessss, baby!" Amy moaned. "Fuck it to me! Fuck me good and hard! I needed this so bad!"

"You and me both!" he growled.

Molly felt that familiar combination of lust and envy. It just about killed her to watch other people fucking, when she needed it so bad herself, but she couldn't seem to resist. It was just about the only form of sex available to her these days.

She feverishly followed the swift hard lunges of Darren's hard cock as it sliced deep into Amy's smoking pussy hole. She'd give anything for a few of those thrusts. It wouldn't take much to get her off, she was so frantically horny.

But all she could do was watch, then go home and masturbate beside her snoring husband. It wasn't much of a sex life, that was for damned sure. Molly was getting more and more impatient with it, but what was she going to do about it?

She tried to forget her problems as she watched the honeymooners fucking up a storm. They were going at each other like rutting animals, snarling and panting and humping. Littie Amy fucked right back at her husband, her hips jerking to the hard rhythm of his pounding cock.

"Ohhhhhh, shit, baby – it's so damned good!" she gurgled.

"Yep," Darren groaned, "it's so good, I'm gonna come!"

Amy got the message. Molly could guess what she was doing, tightening her famished cunt around his pistoning prick, letting the hot friction carry her fast toward orgasm. Darren fucked into her with lightning speed, then let out a hoarse bellow.

"Awwwwww, fuckin' Christ! Awwwwww!" he roared.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, honey – yessss!" Amy screamed.

Across the alley a window opened with a crash, and Molly dropped to the grass where she wouldn't be seen. An old man leaned out the window, squinting. He was in pajamas and looked half asleep.

"What in hell is that racket?" he shouted. "Somebody getting murdered?"

Amy and Darren tried to smother their laughter. Pretty soon the old guy slammed his window shut and went back to bed.

"I guess we ought to be more quiet," Darren laughed.

"Yes, but let's not stop," Amy panted.

She started undulating her hips, working her come-filled twat around Darren's deeply-buried cock. He relaxed on top of her, letting her do the work. Her horny, tantalizing movements soon got to him, and he snorted with excitement.

"You're getting me hard again," he said with a leer.

"Oh, good," Amy purred. "I could fuck you all night, honey."

"I bet you would, too," he chuckled. "I want to be around when we're a hundred."

For their sake, Molly hoped they were still fucking when they were a hundred. She hoped their sex life didn't fizzle out the way hers had done. But right now there was no danger of Amy and Darren losing interest in each other.

Darren rolled off Amy, his come-soaked cock as stiff as before.

"Let's do it another way," he suggested hoarsely. "You can be my little doggy."

"Woof!" Amy giggled.

She rolled into a crouch, on her elbows and knees, her cute little ass raised high. Darren knelt behind her and steadied himself by holding her slim hips. Leering at her drooling little cunt mouth, he socked the fat purple head of his dick into the juicy hole.

"Ooooooh, yeah!" Amy squealed. "Stick it in me, baby! Give me every inch of it!"

Grinning like a maniac, Darren eased his cock into her about and inch and held it there, letting her moan and writhe. Amy jerked her hips frantically, trying to impale herself deeper on his rock-hard prick, but her wouldn't let her.

"Come on, honey," she whined, "give me more!"

"What's your hurry?" he chuckled.

Amy clawed the bed and whimpered with need. Molly could sure relate to that. She was almost whimpering herself. She knew what exquisite torture it was for the girl to feel that nice stiff cock only one tantalizing inch into her hungry cunt.

Again Amy wiggled her hips, but in vain.

"Dammit, Darren!" she cried. "Give it to me! Fuck me! You're driving me crazy!"

"What's the magic word?" Darren teased.

"Up yours!" Amy groaned.

"That's what I like, good manners," Darren laughed. "Now you can have what you want."

He slowly but steadily pushed into her, filling her horny little cunt with throbbing cock meat. Amy threw back her head and howled with delight. Thick pearly cream spurted from her box and ran down her thighs as Darren's stiff boner reached her womb.

"Ohhhhh, shit – yesssss!" she hissed.

Darren's eyes glazed over with pleasure as he sheathed his meat in her tight slick cunt. He snorted lustily and started fucking her hard, as hard as before. Her petite body shuddered with the impact, but she wasn't complaining.

"Ohhhh, yeah! Fuck it to me, baby!" she moaned. "Fuck the living shit out of me!"

Molly almost moaned out loud. She was creaming through her jeans again, and her pussy was so swollen, it ached. She knew that if she reached down inside her pants and just stroked her fever-hot pussy a few times, she'd come like crazy.

But again, she couldn't risk it. She always yelled when she came, and the young couple would be sure to hear her. They might even call the police, and that would be mortifying. She'd just have to store away her hot lust till she got home.

"Harder!" Amy wailed. "Faster! Fuck me crazy!"

Darren was snorting and growling as she hammered his prick into her steaming, squirting cunt. His flat belly slapped hard against her ass, and he almost knocked her over. Amy dug her nails into the mattress and tried to stay upright. But Darren was fucking her so hard that she finally pitched forward onto her belly.

"Unnnnnhhhh, fuck – shit!" she babbled.

Darren came right with her, lying on her back and fucking her like a machine out of control. Molly whimpered lustily as she heard the obscene sucking noises of his pounding cock in Amy's juice-filled twat. Amy clawed the mattress hard and began to convulse.

"Oooooh – you're doing it to meeeeee!" she moaned. "I'm cominggg – unnnnhhhhh!"

This time Darren didn't come with her. He managed to hold out, stroking his engorged prick in her squeezing, squirting cunt as she rode out her climax. He was red-faced and panting, but he wasn't ready to quit.

When Amy finally went still, he pulled his dripping cock out of her and rolled onto his back. His magnificent boner stood up rigid and thick and drooling. Molly wanted to leap in the window and sit on that tempting pillar of meat.

But of course Amy beat her to it. The little bride wasn't finished yet, either. Gurgling with lust, she straddled her husband and socked her wet slick cunt mouth down around the fat purple head of his cock. She moaned as she slid down the throbbing pole of meat.

"Oooooh, yeah! One more time!" she cried, drenching his cock with an enormous rush of cream.

She slid down his prick till only his balls were showing. Then Darren grasped her tiny waist and started fucking her. He gave it to her hard and fast, just like before. She rode his cock like it was a bucking bronco, her cute tits wobbling crazily.

"Unnnnhhhh, shit! Yessss!" she wailed. "Fuck my brains out! Baby, fuck me till I can't take any more!"

Darren leered up at her and said hoarsely, "Honest to Christ, honey, you're gonna wear me out."

"No way," Amy laughed. "You're too horny for that!"

Then they stopped talking and concentrated on fucking each other into a frenzy. They went at each other faster and faster, moaning and gasping. Molly watched them and rubbed her thighs together, trying to ease the hot ache in her slit.

She could remember nights when she and Dick had fucked like this, even times when Dick laughingly complained that she was going to wear out his cock. But that was a long time ago. She could hardly contain, her lust and envy as she watched the hard-fucking newlyweds.

"Unnnhhhh, baby, I'm almost there!" Amy sobbed.

"You and me both!" Darren groaned.

Her petite body bounced and shuddered as he fucked into her with all the speed and strength at his command. She closed her eyes tight, and her head lolled back as she flew to the very brink of climax. She gasped, moaned, and began to convulse.

"Ahhhhh, honey – yessss! Aaaahhhhh!" she wailed.

"Take my load, baby, take it – aaaagggbhhhh!" he roared.

Again the window opened loudly on the other side of the alley and the old man yelled, "Cut out that racket, you sex fiends!"

Darren and Amy burst into laughter.

"Honey, we've got to get some curtains, first thing tomorrow," Amy sputtered.

"Either that or charge admission," Darren laughed.

He got up to turn out the lights, and Molly ducked back into the alley and continued on her way.