Love Thy Neighbors Ch. 05

With Peg clad only in bikini panties now, Joan stood, lifted the other's legs straight up and tickled her pussy through the undergarment. Peg went wild. She squeezed the vulva together eliciting another excited yelp.

"I'm dying to eat your pussy," Joan stammered.

"I'm dying to have you eat it," Peg shot back. "But not here." She pushed her neighbor away, stood and led her new best friend into her bedroom. She jumped on the bed, Joan right behind. She pushed Peg onto her back rubbing her hands all over. She spread Peg's legs, licking her pussy right through the material to tease her. But then Peg pushed her back running her bare feet between Joan's breasts.

Joan thought that was kind of strange, but as it had been with Kara and Don and what today was turning into was such unabashed sexual fervor that anything goes. On the other hand, it felt wildly erotic when Peg pressed the arches of both feet against Joan's partially exposed breasts and rotated them around. She then pushed Joan back a little, sat up and grabbed furiously at Joan's jeans unbuttoning and unzipping them in one almost fluid motion. She shoved her hand down and made contact with the older woman's pussy. She rubbed it gently causing Joan to lean forward slightly to give Peg better access. This made the older woman's breast slap the younger woman in the face. Peg did the only logical thing and sucked her nipple.

"Mmmmm, yeah," Joan finally murmured and giggled when Peg removed her hand and licked her fingers. But it really was a big turn on for Joan, so she pushed her neighbor back down, grabbed her panties, and pulled them down and off. She pushed Peg's legs back and attacked her very wet pussy.

Joan licked Peg's labia, sucked her clit and fucked her vagina with her tongue, driving Peg crazy. The lawyer grabbed her head and let it land a bit off the edge of the bed. She moaned and mewled and her upper body writhed. When Joan could tell that her friend could take no more, she rolled her over and lay on top of her kissing the back of her neck. Peg shivered.

Easing back, Joan decided it was time to remove her jeans, but left her shirt and panties on. She nuzzled against Peg's ass pushing her upper leg forward and straddling the younger woman's lower leg. She wedged her pussy against Peg's and rubbed them together. Oh, so nice . . . and steamy! Now Joan had to remove her shirt. She reached around Peg's hip and down between her legs to finger the woman's pussy. It was dripping with desire and she had to taste it.

Joan pulled her neighbor's hips up keeping her bent at her waist. She spread Peg's legs apart exposing the woman's pussy and anus for her to partake. Joan lapped up her sweet juices and was so excited that without realizing it, she was tonguing her friend's puckered asshole—and enjoying it.

All Peg could do was moan with unbridled pleasure.

To compliment her intense mouth action, Joan thumbed Peg's clit, and once she had her friend's anus nice and wet, she wickedly moved her thumb to that spot and pressed the tip in. Peg screamed her delight. Joan then slid her forefinger into the other's vagina, sliding both digits in and out.

"Faster!" Peg commanded.

Joan complied only to have Peg shudder all over and climax violently. When she thought her friend was finished, Joan removed her fingers and stood up on her knees to remove her bra. Peg rolled over onto her back and lifted Joan's thigh over her chest. She then pulled the older woman up to where Joan's pussy was directly over her face. Reaching up, the younger woman latched a finger in the leg band of Joan's panties and pulled it aside to expose her gaping, wet pussy. Peg's tongue instantly darted into the hole, lapping up sweet nectar.

Now, it was Joan's turn to moan uncontrollably at the delightful touch of her neighbor's tongue. As a fleeting thought, she wondered why women were so much better at licking other women's pussies. She grabbed Peg's arm and placed the woman's hand on her breast. Peg got the idea and pawed her friend's tit. With her other hand, Joan grabbed Peg's head and pressed it tightly against her pussy. Peg's tongue action became more vigorous, and a minute later, Joan was in the throes of a glorious orgasm.

Joan rolled off onto her back, and the two women lay side by side in post orgasmic bliss.

Once they were both mostly recovered, Joan asked, "So, what's the verdict counselor?"

With a giggle, Peg said, "Gee, I don't know. We might have to try this a few dozen more times before I can decide."

The two neighbors laughed.

"And men?"

"Well, if I come across a really good one, I won't pass him up."

"Good. Well, I hate to eat and run, but I promised Robert I wouldn't be long."

Though it was only a couple of houses away, Joan walked home very slowly to think about what had just happened. Last week, she'd wondered if she would enjoy sex with a woman other than Kara. Now, she had her answer: a resoundingyes!But as much as she enjoyed it with Peg, even with the explosive orgasm she'd had, she yearned for more, more than just climactic release. She now needed the emotional high that came with sex, she needed to makelove, and the fun of doing it with a woman aside, for her, there was still nothing like a dick—abigdick. And there was only one place she could get both of those things: Robert.

Joan went in through the rear door of their house. She went straight to Robert, her expression offering no clues. But she quickly kissed him passionately. She was certain he could taste the wine on her lips, but hopefully it masked the flavor of another woman's pussy. "You're agoodman, Robert Crane."

"Oh? What did I do now?" He phrased it as though he had done something wrong.

Joan laughed and patted him on the chest. "Peg just wanted to thank us for being such good neighbors. She raved about you looking out for Scooter." She started removing her clothes as she backed him into their living room.

Robert shrugged as if to say Iwhat else could I do.

"She's very appreciative," Joan went on, having removed her shirt and now stepping out of her jeans. "Said you even politely listened while she whined about her failed marriage."

"Yeah, well, after she started I couldn't very well just get up and leave."

"We've really found a home here, honey," Joan pointed out, her bra falling to the floor. "I've made friends with Kara, and now Peg, and I guess I have to include Roxanne. Kara says Don just gushes about you helping with their photos. Roxanne even claims you've helped Brad tame her—whatever the hellthatmeans."

"I'm sure I don't know," Robert remarked, grinning at his wife's actions.

"What do you do with them?" She pushed her panties down and let them drop as she continued moving him toward the sofa.

He shrugged. "Just guy talk with Brad. Don't really talk much to Roxanne."

Well, I'm just thrilled we moved here. Come on, I'm going to do you right now." Stalk naked, Joan lay down on the couch on her stomach, her left leg hanging off the side, her crotch wide open.

Robert stripped down to his underwear, raised his wife's legs and sat down. He ran his hand up her right thigh but stopped short of her pussy. He massaged her ass teasingly, again going nowhere near her genitals.

Finally, she turned over. He kissed her left leg, and with her right, she extended her foot to rub her arch against his cock. Leaning over he gently kissed her breasts and neck. She pulled herself up slightly, not quite to a sitting position, so his mouth could give attention to her vagina. He flicked her clit with his tongue. It felt divine.

What had she thought at Peg's house about no one being able to lick a woman like another woman? Perhaps that had just been a heat-of-the-moment notion; either that or Robert was just better than most men, or at least, as good as a woman. She played with her own breasts as he took care of her pussy.

A few minutes later, he rolled onto their plush floor rug on his back and removed his underwear. Now completely nude also, he summoned Joan. Wickedly, she straddled his head, facing toward his feet. His tongue went back to work the instant it touched her pussy again. She realized that the difference in his tongue and Peg's was that his was stronger and bigger. But whatever, at the moment, it was spectacular.

Her eyes were mostly closed, but when she opened them, standing before her in all its glory was Robert's magnificent cock. It was stood tall and true. She couldn't help but reach out and grab it. After all, it was what she wanted. She stroked it and licked it and rubbed it around her face like it was something to be worshiped.

Then, Robert tenderly licked that supersensitive perinea area between her vagina and anus. No woman had ever done that. Joan let out a howling moan. But when he followed it up with a light touch with the tip of his tongue against her puckered asshole, she thought she would come unglued. She had to stop him when he started broad strokes from her clit to slicing through her vagina to a flat lick of her perineum to pressing the tip of his tongue against her anus because she could take not more.

She'd had enough mouth action on her pussy and she really wanted that massive cock inside her. She rolled over and spread her legs. Robert's penis homed in and was inside her in seconds. He held her ankles like they were railings and pumped at a moderate pace. Pushing her knees back against her chest, he bent over to kiss her neck. The feeling of his long rod sliding in and out was exactly what she imagined. She felt lightheaded.

Robert mixed up his thrusts, fast, slow, medium. He sat back on his legs and lifted her ass. She cried out in joy arching her back, her toes curling. Slowing, he eased his legs out straight and lifted her onto his lap so he could push his cock in as far as it would go, and maybe for the first time she thought he was hitting her cervix. It felt marvelous. This position also enabled him to nibble on her nipples.

But now, she wanted it hard so she leaned back, her arms supporting her trunk and met his thrusts with fervor. It was difficult holding herself up so she pushed him on his back mounting him like a jockey on thoroughbred and rode him hard.

Minutes later, Joan felt that familiar tingling throughout her body. "I going to come," she whispered, surprisingly calmly.

It made Robert's balls tighten and he said, "I'm with you."

In seconds, her body convulsed as he unloaded a massive amount of cum inside her forcing it out and all over the rug. There was nothing like the feeling of a man's semen splattering a woman's insides and the added lubrication it provided. She kept thrusting until his cock was soft.

She rolled over, breathing heavily, no less than him.

"Robert Crane, youarea good man! That was incredible! Like we used to do."

He merely smiled. The pensive look on his face did not offer her a clue to what he was actually be thinking.

"You're not saying much."

". . . not saying much."

Sitting beside Kara and Don, across from Peg and down from Brad, who kept stealing glances at her and winking, Joan had drifted off down Memory Lane. The tail end of Peg's statement brought her back. Though she did not know what was being discussed, she did determine that Peg was talking across the table to Maude.

"It's difficult to talk across a table in a noisy restaurant," Maude said. "Have to wait until

we get to Robert and Joan's house."

She appeared discontented, Joan noted. Her husband, Darrel, seemed oblivious because he was talking with Brad.

Peg Small merely nodded. Joan saw her whisper something to Robert, and to his wife's questioning look, he mouthed, "Later."

But he couldn't tell her on the drive home because Peg, Lorna and Gale were riding with them.

At home, Robert poured everyone wine, and the group divided into conversation groups. Joan corralled Peg to try to find out what she and Maude had been talking about at the restaurant. But before that information could be imparted, Joan noticed Robert carry two glasses of wine into the living room where the Burkes were sitting alone on the love seat. She slowly eased closer so she could eavesdrop.

"So, I have a question for you, Robert," Maude began.

He stood patiently, seemingly prepared for anything.

"Why have you never accepted my invitation to coffee, tea or wine?" She looked to be quite serious. "And yet, you frequently visit everyone else, particularly when Joan is out of town."

That caught Joan's attention.

Robert shrugged. "I haven't visited everyone else," he explained. "And the ones I have were because I was helping them with something."

"Well, I don't want to be argumentative," she said calmly, but there was a detectable edge to her voice, "but it has been everybody, and always when your wife was out of town, and many of your visits were late into the night."

Joan knew that her husband frequently had dinner on the Fridays she was out of town with the Bullocks and helped the Browns with their photos, and Peg with her dog, but Maude's tone implied that there was more.

Robert seemed to try to keep his voice even. "What's your point, Maude?"

"Again, I was just wondering why you've never acceptedmyinvitation. Is it because I'm not as attractive as the other women?"

"Maude, I have no idea what you're talking about?"

Joan hadn't gotten to know Maude well enough, but she didn't care for the woman's tone, and she was generally not as patient as her husband. So, she stepped closer and couldn't help but ask, "Yes, Maude, exactly what are you implying?" Joan's tried to keep intimidation out of her voice, but she couldn't avoid glaring.

"I'm not implying anything. Just asking what everyone else has that we don't. I guess I could ask you the same question, Joan."

"I have to agree with Robert," Joan said. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Her raised voice was beginning to attract attention.

"Well, like your husband, you visit most everyone but Darrel and me."

"And your point is?"

"Just wondering why."

"No reason," Joan replied, although there were some remarks she could add.

"I'm sensing some hostility, Joan."

"I'm sorry, Maude, but I think your questions are out of line." Now beyond holding her tongue, Joan couldn't help but add, "And now, I'm not sure I would have any desire to visit you."

With a grin, Maude said, "That's fine. I'd rather Robert visit when you're not home, just like he does all the other women, just like you visit others when he's not home. Either of you care to explain that?"

Peripherally, Joan noticed Kara, whom she knew didn't have much use for Maude either, take a seat on the smaller sofa and say, "Why don't you just spell out what you're insinuating, Maude?"

"Oh, you want to get in on this, too?" Maude asked.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, I think you know."

"Then go ahead and just spell it out for me?" Kara challenged.

Maude looked like she had backed herself into a corner, but instead of the cat retreating and licking her wounds, she appeared ready to strike, and Joan wasn't sure she wanted to hear what came next.

"Okay. Let me do that by asking this, Kara: who do you like to fuck more? Joan or Robert?"

Kara was speechless, but the expressions on Joan's and Robert's faces said it all.

"Oh, you two didn't know that each other were fucking all your neighbors?" Maude pointed out rather dramatically. "Well, well!"