Chapter 2
Patsy sat in her kitchen sipping her morning coffee and trying to determine what she should do to keep her promise to Walter. It had been three days since she had vowed to help him get the lovely young girl into his bed, but it seemed to her that everything was going wrong.
First, Walter had been called out of town on another business trip and wouldn't return until Friday. Then, despite Patsy's repeated trips next door to become acquainted with the young girl, no one had ever been home. The house had remained dark and silent since Sunday.
What the hell is going on? she asked herself silently as she finished the coffee and stretched. She wondered where her new neighbors could possibly be. Surely they wouldn't move into a new house and then leave on vacation.
Suddenly she heard the sound of a car pulling into the next driveway and she hurried to the window to see who it was. Her heart gave a little leap as she saw that it was the handsome young husband of the girl and that he seemed to be alone. She watched as the dark-haired young man got out of his car and went into the house.
Patsy quickly went into the bedroom and took off her bathrobe. Her excited eyes caught a glimpse of her full, voluptuous figure in the mirror as she rummaged in her dresser drawer for a pair of shorts and a skimpy halter. She slipped the shorts on over her bare body, not wanting to wear panties. Then, she tied the halter on and thrust out her softly swelling breasts provocatively. She knew that her straining nipples were clearly visible through the thin material but she didn't care a bit.
In a moment she was out of the bedroom and walking quickly through the kitchen and out of the back door. She wanted to make sure that the young man had no chance to escape her again.
Their lots shared a common fence with a small gate and she went through it swiftly. She could hear the sound of whistling coming from the house as she neared the back door.
Her fingers beat out a quick tattoo on the screen door and the whistling stopped, replaced by the sound of footsteps coming through the house. Patsy smoothed her long hair as she waited.
In a moment she saw the handsome figure of the young man come into the kitchen and over the screen door. He wore a look of puzzled surprise in his rugged face.
"Hi, can I help you?" he asked in a pleasant voice.
More than you know, my friend. Patsy said silently to herself as she broke into a grin.
"Hi yourself. I'm Patsy Blair from next door and I thought I'd come over and introduce myself. I'm kind of the neighborhood welcome wagon."
"Uh, hello Miss... uh, Mrs...." he stumbled in confusion.
"It's Mrs. Blair," she said quickly, noting that his eyes were running over her almost bare breasts and long legs. "May I come in?"
"Of course," he replied hastily, embarrassed by her presence. "Please join me in a drink or something."
He held the screen door open for her and she glided past him, careful to make sure that her hip touched his as she came into the kitchen.
"I'm Frank Peters," the youth said, motioning for Patsy to take a chair at the kitchen table. "I'm afraid my wife isn't home at the moment."
"I know," Patsy said. "I've been over here every day since Sunday to see you." She paused as the confused look crossed his face again. "I live next door!"
He smiled and sat down at the table.
"It's very nice of you to want to meet us," he said more easily now. "We've been gone since the weekend. My wife had to go to her mother's for a few days and I had to drive her. She'll be coming back tomorrow."
"Nothing wrong I hope," Patsy asked with as much sincerity as she could muster. She was getting excited just being so near the handsome young husband. He was dressed in a pair of slacks and a tee shirt and she could see the deeply-tanned muscles rippling in his chest and arms.
"No, It's all right now," he replied. "How about a cup of coffee or a cold drink?"
She could feel Frank's avid eyes running up and down her almost naked figure and she liked the sensation it gave her in the pit of her stomach. She knew that things were going to be easier than she had thought. She thrust her breasts out to give him the full benefit of their loveliness and he responded with a stare of frank admiration.
"Would you have any scotch?" she asked. "I'd love a really cold scotch and milk."
"I don't know if the booze is unpacked yet, but I'll take a look." He arose from his chair and went toward the pantry. "I think there's cold milk in the fridge."
Patsy went to the fridge and took out a bottle of milk. She was searching in the kitchen cabinets for glasses when Frank returned carrying two bottles.
"We're in luck," he said brightly. "I found some scotch and some bourbon for me."
He stood next to her at the kitchen counter as she poured out the drinks, her hip just barely touching his. She was getting more and more excited by his rugged good looks and the sense of power that he exuded.
When they were again seated at the table and sipping their drinks she smiled over at him.
"Would you mind if I asked a personal question?"
"N-Not at all," he stammered.
"I was just wondering how old you and your wife were," she asked. "I hope it doesn't embarrass you for me to tell you that I suspect you're newlyweds."
She could tell from his blush that she had struck home. He nodded and tried to avoid her eyes.
"Why are you blushing?" Patsy asked soothingly. "I think it's great to be young and just married. I mean, life is for the very young, isn't it?"
"I'm twenty-three and Judy is nineteen," he said after a moment. "We've only been married for three weeks."
"I think it's horrid of your wife-of Judy- to go off and leave you, practically on your honeymoon," Patsy laughed, only partially in jest. She could see that the young husband was unhappy at being left alone and she vowed to soon give him what he wasn't getting from his wife.
"What do you do for a living, Frank?" she asked before he could recover his balance.
"I'm a writer," he replied quickly. "At least, I'm trying to be one. I've given myself a year to make a success of it before I get into something more profitable."
He smiled as he talked and Patsy almost wanted to reach out and tell him that he would be successful.
"A writer? I think It's wonderful to be living next door to a intellectual! I'm sure you'll be very good at it."
"I sure hope so," he said with a shake of his head. "It's a pretty tough racket to break into"
"I think it's a real stroke of luck for both of us, Frank," Patsy said with a bright smile. "I mean, my husband Walter, is very good friends with several publishers. I'm sure he can help you."
"Your husband is a publisher?" Frank asked incredulously, unwilling to believe this kind of good luck.
"Not really a publisher himself," Patsy replied. "But he does know several from his own business. He's in advertising."
"Can I get you another drink, Mrs. Blair?"
"Please call me Patsy, everyone does," she answered. "And yes, you can fix me one more. This is kind of a celebration, isn't it?"
While Frank Peters went to the counter and fixed another drink, Patsy watched him with frank admiration. She could see the outline of his huge penis through the tight pants that he wore. It gave her another tremendous surge of excitement to watch his lithe young body and she could hardly constrain herself.
"Why don't you come over to my house right now and I'll call my husband," Patsy said, standing up to take the drink from Frank. She let her fingers linger for a moment on his tanned hand and she could feel the electricity shoot through her.
"Oh, I couldn't impose on you that way," he objected half-heartedly. There was no question in his own mind that Patsy Blair was a damned good looking woman and he found it hard to resist her offer of help. Just being near the older woman made him feel alive for the first time in weeks - actually three weeks, since the date of his marriage. He could still hear his young wife's pleas on their wedding night. It had been such a botched job that he had gone to sleep on the couch of their honeymoon suite while Judy cried herself to sleep.
He hadn't wanted to upset his young bride or to force her to make love if she was that frightened of it. But, damn it, he was her lawful husband and he had some rights too. How could he know that she would freeze up on him at the first sign of his erection. He had done his best to prepare her by making love tenderly before trying to slip the hardened penis between her rigidly held legs.
Since that time, Judy had allowed him to make love only twice, both times holding herself stiff and unyielding while he pumped his hot sperm into her cold vagina. He knew that it must have been extremely painful for her-there was no lubricating juices between the soft folds of her pussy lips. During the day she was loving and friendly. At night she seemed to be an entirely different person - unresponsive and frightened of him.
Now, standing in his new kitchen with Patsy Blair he could feel his penis swelling at the sight of her lovely body and the sexiness that she exuded. The way she was looking at him left no question that she was a woman who actually enjoyed lovemaking. For a brief moment he wondered if he should become any more involved with her. Then, as she smiled up at him and rested her hand on his forearm, the doubts left him and he told himself that there was nothing wrong with enjoying the older woman's company for a few more moments. Besides, hadn't she promised to have her husband help him?
"You could telephone from here but I'm afraid the phone company hasn't gotten around to installing our telephone yet," he said to Patsy.
"Let's go over to my house, it'll be much more comfortable," she replied with an open and appreciative look. "I want you to tell me all about yourself and we can relax there. OK?"
Frank let himself be led out of the kitchen and across the back yard. His eyes never left her lovely back and long legs as she walked a few paces in front of him. He could feel a burning sensation in his loins from the sight of her swaying buttocks beneath the thin material of her shorts. As he walked, he tried to guess how old Patsy was. Surely she can't be more than thirty, he told himself as they went through the Blair's house and into the comfortably furnished front room.
Patsy motioned for him to sit down on a large leather couch while she went to the telephone and dialed her husband's office. She knew that he wouldn't be there but it was part of her plan to have Frank Peters find out that Walter was out of town.
"Hello," she said into the receiver. "This is Mrs. Blair. I'd like to speak to my husband please."
She broke into a mock frown as the secretary told her that Mr. Blair was in Chicago for several days and was expected back at the end of the week. Luckily the secretary didn't find it unusual that Patsy shouldn't know her own husband was out of town.
"I'm afraid my husband was called out of town rather suddenly," she said to the youth. "But don't worry. I'll talk to him as soon as he gets back. I'm sure he can help you."
Her cool hand came over to rest lightly on Frank's knee and he could feel the caressing fingers through the thin material of his trousers. He hoped that his penis would not suddenly erupt in an erection while her hand was so close to it.
"I'll fix us a drink," Patsy said as she arose and went to the bar in the corner of the room. "Bourbon for you?"
Frank nodded as his racing brain told him to leave the house before it was too late. He could sense what was coming and it disturbed him to think that he was about to make a pass at his neighbor-even though it was perfectly obvious that she liked him. Why in the hell couldn't Judy be more responsive to me? he asked himself bitterly. If she had, there wouldn't be any need for him to even think about making love to an older woman.
When Patsy finished making the drinks she left them on the bar for a few moments while she went to the hi-fi and put on several records. Immediately the room was flooded with soft, sensuous music that made Frank feel even more lusty.
Patsy's hips swayed sensually to the beat of the music as she glided back across the room toward where Frank waited on the couch, the two tall drinks balanced expertly in her hands.
"Bourbon on the rocks, Sir," Patsy said with a smile as she handed the young husband the tall, cool glass.
She arranged herself on the couch next to him and sipped her drink. The fingers of her free hand were resting lightly but firmly on his bare arm.
"I do hope that we're going to be very good friends, Frank," she said seductively. "I mean, living next door to one another and everything. And I'm so anxious to meet your young bride."
Frank nodded in response. He could feel the warmth of the strong whiskey in the pit of his stomach and it, on top of the two drinks he had had at home, made him less alert than he normally was.
"I hope so too, Patsy," he replied. "I think it's wonderful of you to take such an interest in my career. I wish there were some way I could repay you."
"There just might be a way," Patsy said with a slow smile. "I think it's important that we return favors, don't you? Then we're less likely to feel the sort of silly obligation that leads to so many problems."
Her fingers tensed and began to run up and down the brawny arms.
"Oh, yes, I feel exactly the same," Frank replied, not understanding what she had in mind at all.
He could see the softly swelling breasts of his hostess and he tried to avert his eyes downward. They immediately fixed on the crotch of her shorts. The thin material was stretched across her pubic mound so tightly that he could see the indentation where her pussy lips came together. He licked his lips nervously.
"For example," Patsy went on, aware of his lewd staring at her barely covered vagina, "I could use a good hard fuck right now!"
"What?"
The young husband was startled by the shocking words and he almost dropped his drink.
"Does it surprise you?" Patsy said. "After all, you are a very handsome young man whose wife happens to be away at the moment. And as you just heard, my husband is out of town too. Why shouldn't we enjoy ourselves?"
"You mean you want me to make love to you?" Frank asked with surprise. His penis was responding to the lewd suggestion by swelling rapidly. Before he could stop her, Patsy's hand went to his crotch and began to stroke the massively throbbing organ.
"No, that isn't what I mean," Patsy replied. "I don't want any schoolboy attempt at romance. I want your darling hard cock ramming into my pussy and mouth and asshole like a real man treats a woman. I want you to split me apart with this...." Suddenly her busy fingers Were opening his fly and trying to pull the heated penis out. "I want you to make me scream for mercy, to make me come forever!"
Her eyes were glazed with lust and she began to pump up and down on the rock-hard penis, thrilling to it's huge size and diameter. Her tongue flicked out of her mouth nervously at the sight of the eager male organ.
There was no longer any doubt in Frank's mind about the propriety of what he was about to do. His cock had been the victim of an unresponsive wife for too long and he needed the warmth and satisfaction of a real woman's pussy milking his white come.
"You've found the right man then, Patsy," he said excitedly. "I've got enough saved-up come in me to satisfy a dozen broads!"
He pulled off his tee shirt at once and then snaked his hips out of the trousers while Patsy pulled at her own skimpy clothing. In a moment they were both nude, their heatedly excited bodies pausing for a moment before coming together.
Then, with twin groans of anticipation and pleasure they fell into one another's arMs. Frank's lips closed on Patsy's and he roughly pushed his warm tongue into her half-open mouth, searching from her own oral instrument as his hands began to massage her swelling breasts. He could feel the nipples spring alive under his fingers and he kneaded them lovingly as Patsy's hand was busy caressing his massive cock, her small fingers barely able to encircle the huge organ.
When their mouths finally pulled apart it was only for a moment to allow them to rearrange themselves on the comfortable couch.
"Do you want me to suck your beautiful cock?" Patsy asked with a moan of ecstasy. "I want to get my mouth around it and suck you dry."
"Lick it first," he answered her, taking her eager head into his hands and guiding it downward until her red lips were poised just above his heated pole. He could see that the saliva was already running out of the sides of her mouth and he was anxious to have the throbbing penis deep between her gorgeous lips.
"Oh, I love your cock, it's so wonderfully large," Patsy said passionately. "I don't know if I can take it all in my mouth, it's so huge."
"Start licking, bitch," Frank ordered her firmly. "Start with my balls and work your way up to the tip. And don't spare the tongue action!"
He had sensed that she wanted to be treated brutally, to be hurt while he rammed his cock into her every hole, and he imagined for a moment that it was Judy hunched over his massive pulsing organ. He knew that he wanted more than anything else to punish her for her coldness to him.
"Ah, yes, that's good, keep it up," he called out as Patsy's flashing tongue began to lick and suck at his balls avidly. "Get one of my balls into your mouth and suck on it!"
She needed no encouragement and in a moment she had her warm mouth filled by the large male testicle. Her tongue lovingly went around and around on the seat of his manhood while her eager hand pumped up and down on his throbbing penis.
"Now lick my cock!" he ordered. "No! Don't stop pumping... pump it while you work your sweet tongue up and down."
He felt the soft velvety tongue working its way up and down his sensitive prick and he wiggled with pleasure. His eyes were half-closed but he could see her lovely back as her breasts rubbed sensuously against his legs.
"Are you ready for a mouth fucking?" he asked and saw her head nod in reply. "All right then, get that mouth ready because I'm going to split your tonsils with my cock!"
"Oh yes, do it, do it!" Her tongue left his rigid penis and she rounded her red mouth in anticipation of the mouth-fucking that was about to start. "Hurt me, lover! Make me swallow gallons of your sweet come! Make me your slave. I'll do anything you want me to do!"
"Then start sucking!"
Her mouth suddenly came down and enveloped his throbbing cock. He could feel the warm velvety walls of her inner cheeks as he forced the rigid pole past her teeth and almost to the back of her throat. For a moment he let it rest there while her tongue started to beat an obscene tattoo on the thick instrument, wrapping itself around his shaft and lovingly teasing it.
"Aaaaahhhhhhhhh! That's good, bitch! That's really good! You're a really talented cock-sucker!"
She contracted her lips in appreciation of his compliment and immediately cause a deep suction-like sensation to race through his penis. For a moment he thought he would shoot his load without any further delay. Then, she relaxed her facial muscles and guided his shaft in even further, tonguing the purplish head as it slid easily to the back of her throat.
"You love it, don't you," he said harshly. "You love sucking a cock!"
She nodded her head yes and then groaned with pleasure as he reached down and gripped her swaying breasts in his hands, kneading and caressing them with his strong fingers. He ran the palm of his hands over her sensitive nipples, straining them to the point of almost bursting as they became more and more firm and erect.
His hips were thrusting mightily now and she responded passionately by gliding the smooth rod in and out of her saliva-filled mouth.
"Fuck my cock with your mouth, bitch," he spat out at her. "Make me come in your sweet little mouth. That's it, suck it real good, make me come before I shove it up into your beautiful little pussy and split you in two!"
Sweat was dripping from his forehead as he continued to lunge forward and then backwards, savoring the delicious contractions of her warm mouth around his thrusting shaft. He had never felt anything so wonderful in his entire life and he wanted to relish every single moment of this experience.
Almost before he knew it, his come was racing up through the channel in his prick and he felt it explode mightily against her throat. It seemed to gush out like an exploding oil well, filling her already stuffed mouth to overflowing. She swallowed and swallowed, trying to gulp down every delicious drop of the hot male sperm. Despite her efforts, some of the sticky come leaked out of the sides of her mouth and she brought her fingers up to catch it.
On and on it spurted, filling her with more fluid than she had ever thought possible. Her tongue continued to lick and suck at the shaft and then when the spurting had stopped, she wrapped her oral member around the tip while her hand milked out the last drop. Her tongue darted into the tiny hole at the end of his cock and she sucked out the last delicious drop before releasing his rapidly deflating organ from her mouth.
"Oh, my God, that was wonderful," she panted out as her fingers thrust the overflowed come between her lips. "I've never tasted anything so wonderful in all my life."
Frank had fallen back against the couch cushions, his thick cock dangling limply at his thighs, his eyes half-open as he watched her lewd movements with her fingers.
"Like that, baby?" he asked softly. "I've got plenty more where that came from so get your pussy ready for some more action."
"Oh, yes, I'm ready any time, master," she replied as her tongue went back to his cock to try and find any stray come that she had missed.
"Get down on the floor on your back," he suddenly ordered her. "I want to look at your pussy and see if it's worth fucking."
Without a word, she spread herself out on the soft plush rug, her thighs spread wide apart to give him perfect access to her steamingly hot vagina.
Frank pulled one of the couch cushions off the sofa and tossed it to her.
"Get your ass up on that, bitch! I want your little pussy up in the air where I can see it!"
Patsy lifted her buttocks up and slid the pillow underneath. Then, she lay back and waited, her legs wide apart and her pulsing vagina open for him.
Frank slipped quickly off the couch and came to rest on the floor, his body in front of Patsy's widespread lower legs. He could see the beautiful hair-lined pussy lips matted with perspiration and her own lubricating juices. She had a look of utter rapture on her lovely face and her long fingers massaged the soft flesh of her inner thighs as she waited for him to begin his inspection.
"Pull your pussy lips apart for me," Frank ordered her.
Almost immediately he leaned closer as she spread the delicately colored flesh to reveal her glistening inner pussy to his fascinated eyes. It was coral-hued and wet with her pungent smelling liquor. Beneath the slick velvety flesh he saw the tiny puckered brown hole of her anus that seemed to be winking at him invitingly.
"Oh wow, that's beautiful, just fucking beautiful!"
The only response was another moan of pleasure from Patsy's half-open lips.
"Play with your clit," he demanded suddenly, anxious to prolong the delightful view of her womanhood. "Get your fingers going, I want to watch you get hot."
She needed no further urging and in a moment was strumming her clitoris happily with her thumb, a look of ecstasy on her contorted face.
"Do you like my pussy, Frank?" she asked in an excited voice. "Would you like to bend over and kiss my sweet little pussy?"
The thought had already occurred to him. His breathing had become faster just looking at the lewd sight of the older woman spreading her long lovely legs for him.
"I thought you'd never ask," he laughed as his face leaned nearer to her fluttering pussy lips. "You keep playing with your clit, I want you good and hot for the next action."
"Would you like to stick your huge cock up inside my little asshole, too?" Patsy asked as the straining little lovebud sent exquisite sensations shooting through her body. "My husband loves to fuck me in the ass, why don't you try it."
Frank was only inches from the tender flesh of Patsy's vagina now and he was almost overwhelmed by the delicious scent. His tongue flicked out and tentatively touched the glistening inner lips.
"Ooohhhhhhhhhh!" she squealed. "That's it, stick your tongue up inside my pussy while your lips nibble me."
A smile played across Frank's face for a moment and then he plunged his head downward until his whole face was plastered tightly against the tender pussy flesh and his tongue was licking crazily up and down the outside entrance to the wonderful channel.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH! Fuck me with your tongue, master," Patsy cried as her hips began to writhe and churn at the overpowering pleasure of his oral member teasing her pussy. "Make me come! Make me COME!"
The eager young husband wrapped his long arms under her buttocks and lifted her whole lower body so that she was pressed against him. His hands massaged her twin oval mounds of soft flesh as she screwed her pelvis around and around in an obscene movement of flesh against flesh.
"Get it in!" she begged him. "Get your tongue in my pussy!"
Her hands left her clitoris and came out to rest on either side of his tousled head, urging and pulling him even closer to her. She could feel his nose nuzzling against the straining lovebud and she wiggled her ass faster and faster to increase the friction.
"That's it, fuck me with your tongue... NOWWWWWWW!"
Her words were lost in a loud wail as she began to grunt and scream at him to fuck her harder and harder. She brought her legs up and rested them on his bare shoulder as her jiggling body threatened to upset them both..
Frank was working away with a will now, his flattened tongue sweeping into every crevice and fold of her warm, moistly pulsing inner pussy, stabbing mightily again and again into the contracting channel.
He loved the sweet and sour taste of her flowing juices and he gulped them down as fast as he could to make room for the new spurts to come.
As he labored lovingly over the wet flesh he thought of Judy and how shocked and revolted she would be if he suggested something like this to her. To hell with her, he thought angrily, I'm fucking a real woman at last!
"Keep it up, I'm coming... I'm coming... I'm COMMMMMINNNNGGG!"
Patsy gripped his head tighter as the spasms of orgasm exploded deeply within her churning belly and loins. She couldn't stand it, it was overwhelming her and for a second she thought she would pass out from lust.
"Get your finger in my asshole," she cried out, wanting to double the exquisite pleasure that was building in her tortured thrashing body. "Hurry, oh please... hurry!"
The excited young husband quickly probed for the tiny brown anal opening buried deeply within the crevice between Patsy's ass-cheeks. He found it and thrust his middle finger in quickly.
"AAAAGGGHHHHHH!" she screamed. "Fuck in and out!"
The sweet juices continued to pour out of her pussy as he thrust his finger in and out of the soft, buttery warmth of her writhing rectal opening. It contracted and then relaxed over and over again as he lunged deeply up inside her back hole.
He lapped up the steaming juices of her pussy and swallowed them, reveling in the feel of her moist flesh against his eager lips.
A long piercing wail suddenly burst from between Patsy's lips as her body went limp.
"AAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Then, it was all over and Frank pulled his tired tongue from the delicious hole and let her body fall back onto the waiting pillow. They lay there for almost five minutes, neither of them speaking, the only sounds being low moans of satiated pleasure.
"You're wonderful," Patsy said at last, working her ass in a circular motion around the still skewered finger in her twitching asshole.
"Mmmmnnnnnn," Frank responded with a sigh. He could feel his hard cock throbbing against his thigh and he knew that it was ready for action again.
"Do you do that to your wife?" Patsy suddenly asked.
Frank reddened at the thought of mouth-fucking his young bride. A twinge of pain shot through his mind as he contemplated his unhappy marriage.
"What do you think?" Frank answered unhappily-
"I suspect that Judy is missing out on some really great action. Does she dig sex at all?"
The young husband sat up and fixed his eyes on the older woman's lovely face.
"I guess you might say that our sexual relations aren't going very well," he admitted.
"She doesn't even like straight fucking?" Patsy asked incredulously.
Frank shook his head. It was painful even to think about the hell he had been put through by his young wife. Even now he could still feel the shame and humiliation of laying in bed with his cock hard and straining, only to be rejected.
"You poor thing," Patsy said sympathetically. She couldn't even conceive of not wanting to have her heated little pussy filled to overflowing by a rigid cock often. "Maybe I can help you."
Frank was suddenly interested.
"How?" he asked quickly.
"Well, it obviously isn't your fault," she answered, leaning down to plant a passionate kiss on his throbbing cock. "I mean, your equipment is enough to drive most women mad with desire. I think she's probably just been repressing her basic sex drive. If I had the opportunity to talk to her-you know, in privacy and with your permission of course, I just might be able to straighten her out."
"Gosh, Patsy, do you think you could?"
Patsy laughed as she patted the tremendous male organ jutting from Frank's loins.
"Sure! I might even get her to see the advantages of a little variety in partners."
"She'd never go for that," Frank protested. He wasn't sure that he would either. The idea of Judy spreading her tender young legs for some other man revolted him. Still, it was fascinating to think that she might just be turned on.
"You don't know my powers of persuasion," Patsy boasted. She could see the look of doubt that crossed the young man's face but she knew that she had him hooked now. He could never give up having such a powerfully hungry pussy at his beck and command. "Why don't you just leave it to me? I'll do my best to unfreeze her!"
Frank smiled in spite of himself. He could just imagine the sexy older woman giving advice to his frightened young bride. What the hell, he thought bitterly, it's worth a try. Things sure aren't going to improve any unless something happens!
"How about a little action now?" Patsy asked lewdly. "My pussy is all rested up from your tongue job and I'm ready for a good screwing."
"You must be reading my mind," Frank laughed, suddenly hot to get his mighty prick into action again. "Should we go into the bedroom?"
"Hell no," Patsy answered quickly. "What's the matter with right here? I can't wait another minute for you to ram that big thing into me and make me come again."
She slid the cushion out from underneath her ass and spread her legs again. The blood-engorged outer pussy lips were fluttering in anticipation.
"Come on, lover," she urged him, "show me what kind of a man you are!"
Frank was on top of her almost before the words were out of her mouth. His thick cock throbbed against her heated thighs and she reached down to guide the huge head into her gaping vagina.
"My slit is on fire," she murmured sexily as the magnificent rod began to bore into her. "Ooohhhhhhhh, that feels so goooooddddd!"
The young husband rammed his pulsing prick into the warm moisture of her pussy with a mighty lunge, causing his neighbor to scream out with pleasure. She began to buck and writhe her ass frantically, coaxing and urging him to fuck her harder.
"Squeeze your cunt around my cock," he demanded. "Get those legs up around my hips and really milk my pecker,"
Her long legs flew up and fastened around his lower back. She tightened the well-trained muscles of her pussy around the huge shaft until she thought she would burst it. Then, relaxing just a little bit to allow the enormous pole to plunge in even further, she began a rocking and screwing motion that took his breath away.
"Fuck me you bastard," she spat at him. "Fuck my pussy until you ram that big cock up into my throat. Make me come - make me COMMMMMMMME!"
They were like two animals on fire, bucking and twisting their bodies lewdly, trying to force more and more of the heatedly pulsating male organ into her hungrily sucking vagina. Frank had never known such pleasure before in his life and he almost screamed out his delight.
"Pretend I'm Judy," Patsy wailed. "Pretend I'm that frigid little bitch you married and you're really fucking me for the first time. Hurt me! Make me scream for mercy, you bastard!"
Almost frantic with excitement by the lewd words and the writhing body under him, Frank began to pound his huge cock in and out with an increased, almost brutal, rhythm. He lost all sense of time and space as his only thoughts concentrated on the hungry pussy that was devouring him.
"My asshole," he cried out, "stick your finger in my asshole!"
His lower body was suddenly jolted by the long-nailed finger probing eagerly into the crevice between his sweating buttocks. The initial pain when the finger bore into him was soon replaced by a sensation of exquisite pleasure as Patsy expertly massaged his prostate gland with her finger.
"Harder," she wailed, "fuck me harder, you bastard!"
He redoubled his efforts, almost pushing his wildly gyrating ass into the floor as he rammed home the head of his madly pulsing prick.
"What a beautiful piece of ass you are," Frank cried out as he felt the juices begin to surge upward from his balls. "I want to fuck you like this forever!"
Her only answer was to spread her thighs even wider so that he was smacking loudly against her moistened flesh as she strained to get more of the wonderful cock inside her fiery vagina.
"FUCK ME... FUCK MEEEEE... FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she screamed as she felt the explosions of orgasm rack her body. Spasm after spasm shook her and she bucked even harder to draw out the last sensations of pure pleasure.
"AAAHHHHHHHHHHH! I'm coming..." Frank wailed, feeling his sperm racing up the dilated passage of his huge prick and come exploding out with a force that shook them both. On and on it came, flooding her already moist pussy with the sticky white fluid that put out the lustful fires that ravaged her.
After a few more minutes of frantic writhing they both suddenly felt satiated and exhausted. Frank lay atop Patsy's body, his rapidly deflating cock still deeply imbedded between the velvety walls of her twitching pussy, his asshole still impaled on the red-nailed finger.
"Rest up for a few more minutes, lover," Patsy said at last, her lips dry from the wonderful exertions, "you've still got one more of my holes to fill with that huge cock of yours!"