Neighbors With The Hots (Vintage Erotic Novel) - Anju Quewea - ebook
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This is a Vintage Erotic, Adult Novel... Full of sexual adventures... Involving a sexy and Seductive girl... Full of Sex, Surprises and Unusual Naughty Twists.

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Neighbors With The Hots

CHAPTER ONEWhen the Hanovers moved into the neighborhood, most of the men agreed that Mrs. Hanover was one hell of a hot fox.At twenty-six, Tish was enough to give any man wet dreams. Her tits were big and billowing, heavy without the slightest trace of sag. Her waist was narrow and flat-bellied, and flowed smoothly into a pair of wide, rounded asscheeks. Her legs were long and curvaceous, with slim, sweetly muscled calves and shapely thighs. Nestled between those thighs was a curly-haired cuntmound, the same fire-engine red as the hair on her head, and a tight little cunt slot that liked nothing more than a long, hot fuck.One of the men in the neighborhood who thought that Tish Hanover was one hell of a hot fox was Vance Hanover. They'd just said their goodnights to their guests after having them over for a house-warming party, and now Vance was standing in the doorway to the bathroom, watching Tish as she undressed for bed. Except for a garter belt and stockings, she was already naked.She seemed to be unware of her husband's presence. But yet, her movements were sensual and erotic, as though she were doing a striptease on the stage of a crowded theater, with hundreds of horny men watching her every move.She unhooked the top of her stocking from the garter belt, then slowly rolled it down her long, supple thigh, the palms of her hands stroking caressingly over the velvety flesh.Vance stood there watching, grinning from ear to ear. He was wearing just a pair of shorts, and the front of them was fat and bloated with his swelling hard-on. He was staring at the big, reddish-pink tips of her tits, his mouth watering at the sight of them. She rolled down the other stocking and turned slightly to unfasten her garter belt. Vance saw her pussy, the juicy little slit only partly concealed beneath the thick curls of her cunt. He couldn't see it, but he knew that her clit was stiff and swollen.Vance was looking forward to their bedtime fuck. They both fucked a lot. Sometimes they fucked each other, but more often, they fucked with others. Some of the people in their old neighborhood, both the married couples and the singles, were truly sorry to see them move.Tish stood in front of the full-length mirror, turning from side to side, studying the flawless body. She cupped her tits and ran her thumbs over her pointy nipples, then dropped one hand down to her crotch and fingered the fleshy folds of her cunt."Mmmmmm," she cooed, her fingertip rubbing over her wet little clit.She noticed Vance's reflection in the mirror and smiled at him. She showed not the slightest embarrassment at having been caught playing with her pussy. Then she saw the massive bulge in the front of his shorts and cooed again."Mmmmmmmmm. Is that for me?" She sat down on the edge of the bed, her thighs sprawling open. Whether from her fingering or from the sight of his hard-on, her pussy slit was drenched with her oily juices.Vance walked over and he stood in front of her, gazing down at her drooling little cunt slot. Tish kept her eyes on his cockbulge, gazing at it lovingly. She wanted his prick, but then she wanted almost every cock she saw."It's a good thing our guests didn't see you in this condition, lover," she giggled."Speaking of our new neighbors, what'd you think of them?" Vance asked."Well, I thought Simon Butler was a handsome devil. The same goes for Art Duncan. If they're half as well-hung as I think they are, I'm really gonna like livin' here!"She reached out with both hands and started pulling his shorts down over his muscular thighs. His prick meat suddenly popped free and bobbed up into the air right in front of her face. She squealed girlishly and looked up at him."What about you, lover? Did you see anything at the party you liked?""Hell, yeah!" he said, bending down to pull his shorts off over his feet. He straightened up, tossed his shorts away and just stood there, letting her watch his prick shaft as it swayed back and forth gently. "Colleen Duncan, for one. And Wendy Butler for another."Tish giggled and ran the tip of one finger around the meaty head of his fuck tool, watching the way his crinkly ball sac tightened up and seemed to shiver with excitement."You think we'll have any trouble with 'em?" she asked."No more than we had at the last place," he assured her. "I noticed that both Simon and Art couldn't seem to keep their eyes off you all evening, so I don't guess you'll have any problems worth mentioning.""And speaking of eyes, lover," Tish said with naughty little chuckle, "Wendy and Colleen only had them for you. I'd say neither of us had a thing to worry about. Except one thing," she added, suddenly changing the subject. "I know how you like to sleep on your stomach, darling, but with this monster sticking out like a telephone pole, I don't really see how you'll be able to get comfortable tonight."She tickled the ends of her fingers underneath the sensitive crown of his cock pole and Vance clenched his teeth. Then, trying to control his voice, he asked, "Well, what do you suggest?"Tish pretended to consider the matter for a long moment, turning her head back and forth to examine his length of prick rod from all sides. Finally, she said, "How about I try to take some of the starch out of it for you?""Oh, you'd do that?" he cried, overcome."For me?"Tish smirked lewdly and said, "You bet you your big balls I would, buster!" Then she ovaled her moist lips into a tight little O to show him how they'd fit around his thick cock shaft. Vance's prick meat gave a shuddering lurch, twitching in anticipation, and he stepped closer to her."Where?" he asked eagerly. "Here!" she answered promptly. "When?" he continued, playing the game they both loved. "Right now!""How?""I'll show you, darling!" Tish reached out and she cupped the sinewy cheeks of his ass, pulling his crotch closer to her as he sat on the edge of the bed. Licking her lips, she kissed his swollen cock head, then drew her head back a little to watch the way his prick meat quivered at the touch of her soft, juicy lips.She loved to give blow-jobs. Any cock would do, as long as it was thick and warm and it was connected to a pair of fat, cum-filled balls. She loved to suck and lick and pull all that delicious jism into her mouth and down her throat.With Vance, she usually had him stretch out and make himself comfortable, while she curled up between his hairy thighs and bobbed her face up and down steadily over his loins. Sometimes she'd have the man, whenever it was someone else, stand while she knelt down in front of him. That way, she could play with his ass and maybe finger-fuck his shitter when it was time for him to spurt that tasty jism down her throat. At other times, if the man proved to be a good pussy-licker, she'd sixty-nine with him, each sucking the cream from the other and warming their bellies with it.She reached in between his legs and cupped her hand around his big, hairy balls, palm up, squeezing his tight, sweaty ball sac as she kissed and licked at his fleshy cock head. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the strong, masculine odor of his cock and balls.That was really one hell of a handsome prick, she thought to herself. His wasn't the only cock in her life, but it was the one she liked best. Which was why she always tried her best to give him a really good blow-job. And she was proud of her ability. She had both skill and enthusiasm, and whenever it was Vance who supplied the prick, she usually outdid herself.From where she sat on the bed, she could see her reflection in the nearby mirror. She glanced at herself sideways, watching the way her lips pouted and quivered slightly when they brushed lightly over Vance's round cock head, the way her tongue gleamed with spit as it rolled over his bulbous prick flesh.For a moment, she tried to see herself as men saw her, tried to understand why it was that almost every man she met wanted to push his big horny cock into her. Then Vance started wiggling his crotch in front of her face impatiently and she turned her attention back to the pleasant task at hand.But Tish could never be rushed when she was giving head. He'd learned that, if nothing else. She liked to tease and linger over each little delightful preliminary. So instead of just taking his massive prick into her mouth and sucking away like a nursing calf, she first rubbed the length of his cock shaft against her cheek, cooing softly. She snuggled her face into his crotch and kissed each of his balls. She licked lovingly at the wrinkled pouch.Tish tended to treat every blow-job as a feast. And a treat it was! The balls were the appetizer, followed by a main meat course of cock, and ending with the rich, creamy dessert of hot, fresh cum.She held his thick prick shaft against her flushed face, stroking her cheek with his cock head, while her deft little pink tongue lathered his balls with spit, curling and rubbing lovingly over his spasming sac. She rolled her eyes upward and saw him looking back down at her, a wide smile of delight on his face.Tish began tonguing her way up the underside of his cock rod, moving slowly from the wide base of his shaft to his knobby prick tip. Her tongue flicked back and forth, swirling over the trembling meat of his prick, lapping from root to head with long, slurping strokes.Vance looked down at her, his eyes glinting obscenely as they took in the wanton spectacle of her agile tongue twirling over his mammoth hard-on. He moaned softly with pleasure as she licked and lapped hungrily.Then she kissed the tip of his prick again, but with her lips parted slightly this time. Her face moved closer and his cock head slid eagerly into her warm, juicy little mouth. Vance moaned again as he watched the bulbous crown of his prick shaft sinking slowly in past the tight circle of her lips. With his cock head securely within the loving embrace of her mouth, Tish started to flick her tongue tip back and forth rapidly against his fleshy fuck pole.Her cheeks pulled inward as she sucked and her lips squirmed happily against the sides of his round prick shaft. His cock tilted upward from his hairy crotch, while her face was angled downward over it. Her warm, wet saliva drooled down the length of his fuck rod and soaked his throbbing balls.So far, she hadn't taken more than just the bloated head of his cock into her mouth, but now she began to lower her face, her lips drawing his thick fuck meat deeper and deeper, until she had the entire length of his prick embedded in her mouth and halfway down her tight, hot throat.She sucked strongly, her throat muscles working frantically against the fat cock head pressed tightly into her gullet. She was acting as though she wanted to eat him alive, as though she couldn't get nearly enough of the robust taste of his succulent cock meat to satisfy her hunger. When she bobbed her face up and down over his groin, he pumped his crotch back and forth. Between them, his jut-. ting prick shaft was sawing slowly but steadily in and out of her slurpy little mouth."Ohhh, suck it," Vance murmured. "Gobble it right down, you sweet little cock-suckin' bitch!""Mmmmmm," she gurgled around the solid plug of his prick.Vance looked off to one side, toward the bedroom mirror, seeing their refelction in it. Tish was seated on the very edge of the bed, her ass squirming hornily on the mattress, while he stood between her parted thighs. He was holding her head between his two big hands, while she gripped the base of his thick cock in one hand and cupped his heavy balls in the other. His cock meat was sliding easily through the slippery oval of her pursed lips. It was a picture he knew he'd never tire of watching.Then suddenly it changed. In his mind's eye, it seemed to be Wendy Butler sitting there, nursing at his fat hard-on. Almost at once, the picture changed again, and this time it was Colleen Duncan who sucked and slurped greedily on his prick. As he continued to watch, the picture continued to change. First it was his redheaded wife, Tish. Then Wendy's blonde curls were hovering over his rising cock shaft. Then Colleen's face, framed by her rich chestnut hair.Back and forth the mirror's reflection changed, showing first one, picture, then another. Tish. Wendy. Colleen. Then back to Tish, and the whole series started over again. Occasionally, Vance caught sight of a fourth face, one that seemed somehow familiar, but one that he couldn't quite place. It almost looked like a younger version of Colleen.Then it came to him. Colleen's daughter! Sweet little teenaged Kim Duncan. Of course, he remembered now. Art had been showing off the family photographs he always carried around with him, and one of them had been of his daughter, Kim. In the photo, she'd been standing under a tree somewhere in the country, weraing a T shirt and a pair of outrageously brief shorts."Cum-sucker," he muttered.Tish, thinking he meant her, cooed softly around his huge cock shaft as it skewered her mouth and throat. She was staring at the mirror, too. She loved to watch herself sucking cock. It made her just that much more excited to see the way her juicy little tongue curled skillfully around the underside of a man's big hard-on while it was fucking in and out of her mouth, to see the way his thick prick shaft stretched her pouting lips wide apart, to see the way her throat muscles worked convulsively as his cock head battered into the back of her mouth.Still watching herself in the mirror, Tish began sucking harder and harder, pulling more and more of Vance's full, rigid cock meat into her throat. She saw him in his reflection, tilt back his head and moan loudly. His swollen cock head rubbed against the roof of her mouth while her agile little tongue swirled and tickled the underside of his prick shaft.Then she blinked suddenly at the mirror. Her eyes must be playing tricks with her, she thought wildly, because it was no longer Vance's cock she was sucking. The reflection in the mirror now belonged to Simon Butler! And his cock was every bit as long and thick as her husband's.Even as she watched, fascinated by what she knew must be a product of her own wishful thinking, the image changed, and now she was slurping happily away on Art Duncan's big, handsome cock rod. She smirked wantonly around the prick in her mouth, whoever it belonged to, and saw her reflection's answering smile of joy.Just as she'd expected it to, the image in the mirror changed again, this time into the boyishly shy reflection of Simon's teenaged son, Jay. She's met him briefly on the day they'd moved in. She remembered thinking, after she'd met his father, what a chip off the same block Jay was. He was a younger version of Simon."Mmmmm," she moaned, her voice setting up vibrations in Vance's stiff prick shaft. Her eyes glowing sluttishly as she watched herself in the mirror, Tish thought to herself, cum, cum, Jay, darling, cum! Shoot that wonderful jizz into my mouth, Art! Fill me right up to the brim, Simon! Cum, my darlings, cum!"I'm gonna cum, honey!" he panted. "I'm gonna cum!"Yes, Art, cum! Tish thought, staring wide-eyed at the mirror. Cum, Jay... Art... Simon... Suddenly, Vance's balls exploded. His hot, greasy jism bubbled up from bis balls and raced down along the lengthy staff of his cock, then spurted thickly against the room of Tish's mouth.She gurgled blissfully and swallowed, feeling his delicious cum flow down her throat and warm her tummy. No sooner had she gulped down the first mouthful than Vance's gushing cock head filled her mouth with a fresh load. His jism splashed into her mouth time and time again, and she sucked and swallowed, and then sucked for more. She felt it coating the roof of her mouth and the insides of her cheeks and her busy little tongue. She continued to suck on his spewing cock head until his bails were finally drained and empty.Vance groaned loudly and staggered to one side to flop down wearily on the bed. He fell back against the mattress, his legs hanging over the edge of the bed. He took a deep breath and grinned warmly at Tish.She returned his smile, then turned sideways on the bed and began tongue-washing his cock and balls, slurping up every tasty drop of his cum.Vance sighed contentedly and closed his eyes. Already his mind was busy, trying to decide between Wendy Butler and Colleen Duncan. He'd seduce one of them tomorrow. But which one? He also remembered to add sweet little Kim Duncan to his list.Meanwhile, Tish was mentally going over a similar list of her own. Hers was a choice among Art Duncan and the Butlers, father and son. She was undecided as to which one, but she was sure of one thing. She'd have one of their cocks in her before too many days passed.CHAPTER TWOWendy Butler had been horny as hell all day.Her husband had promised to take their son to a ballgame, and they'd decided to make a day of it. So Simon and Jay had left early that morning, leaving Wendy alone in the house, thinking about how horny she was.And the more she thought about it, the hornier she became.