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CHAPTER TWO

With Hank's arm around her, Eileen had watched Craig leave with Carol. She shuddered. She was now alone with Hank.

"Now you can relax," Hank soothed, stroking her thigh. "We're alone. Carol will take good care of him."

I'm afraid of that, she said to herself. Aloud, she said, "I hope he had as good a time as I'm going to have."

"Now you're talking," Hank said, a hot smile on his face.

Eileen moved easily into his arms. "This is my first time," she sighed. "Don't rush me, okay?"

"Sure, baby," Hank said, enjoying the softness of her body.

He caressed her back, seeking and finding the zipper on her dress. He was excited. Where Carol was bold and trampy, Eileen was shy and quiet. The contrast gave him a raging hard-on.

Eileen held him, felt his hand on her zipper, his other hand on her thigh. She shivered, keeping her panic under control. Except for Craig, Hank would be the only man in her life. She broke out in goose bumps as Hank slid the silent zipper down.

"You got soft skin," he moaned, caressing her back. He took her hand, placed it in his lap. "Feel, Eileen. I'm hard as a rock."

Eileen moaned as the throbbing hard-on in Hank's pants beat against her hand. She squeezed, making him groan in pleasure.

With his mouth kissing and sucking at her slender neck, Hank eased Eileen's dress off her shoulders. He squirmed under her squeezing hand and pushed her dress down, exposing her creamy tits.

"God, they're gorgeous," he moaned. He leaned back, admiring Eileen's creamy white tittie flesh and large silver-dollar pinkish brown nipples. He licked his lips. "Beautiful, Eileen. Makes me cream."

Eileen blushed. She avoided his horny gaze. Having someone other than Craig leer at her bare tits made her feel dirty. "You want me to take off my dress?" she asked shyly.

With his eyes glued to her huge fleshy tits, he nodded. "You have to relax." He rubbed her knee. "We're going to have a ball."

"I know." She paused. "It's just that…" She didn't bother finishing her sentence.

Hank brought his hands to her tits and began kneading the pliant meat. "This will help," he said, massaging her soft, yielding tits. He watched her face and saw the passion begin to creep into her violet eyes.

"Oooooo," she sighed. His hands were wonderful. She pressed into them, her breathing short, raspy, the insides of her cunt beginning to ooze. "Let me take this off."

Hank leaned back and watched as she stood. His prick was hard, aching in his pants. He wished she'd hurry up and relax. He needed his cock sucked fast!

Hank thought of his wife together with Craig. A grin slipped over his mouth. Craig would certainly enjoy Carol's mouth. He stared at Eileen's lips, wondering how good she was at sucking cock.

Eileen, her cheeks burning under Hank's horny gaze, eased her dress down over her hips. It fell to the floor, and she blushed from her tits up. She forced herself to step closer to him. "You take off my panties," she whispered.

Hank sat up, ran his big hands over her creamy skin. "You're gorgeous, Eileen. The four of us are going to have a ball together."

Eileen shuddered at the prospect of spending another night like this. His hands were exciting her but she fought it. For Craig, she would allow Hank to enjoy himself, but she vowed to keep her own passion under control.

Hank sensed her reluctance. "You should enjoy yourself too," he said. "Craig is." He caressed her hips, running his hands over her tight, silk-encased ass cheeks. "If I know Carol, she's probably chewing his cock off by now."

That image ate at her brain and sickened her. She erased it from her mind and looked down at the top of Hank's sandy blond head. "Take off my panties, Hank."

Hank latched his fingers into the elastic waistband and eased the silky panties down over her hips. A thick patch of curly black cunt hair came into view. He anticipated burying his cock in her pussy.

"Baby," he moaned, pushing her panties down to her knees. They fell to the floor.

Completely naked, Eileen stood in front of her gawking new neighbor. She felt like a whore on display and didn't understand why Craig wanted her to do this – or did she? Carol. Sexy Carol with the hungry mouth. It angered her. Craig was trading her off to fuck Carol!

She parted her legs. "Finger me, Hank. Get me wet for your cock." She rolled her hips lewdly, bringing her hands up to maul the flesh of her own tits.

Hank didn't know what it was, but he knew something in his sexy neighbor had changed. He skimmed his hand between her thighs, dragged his fingers through the gash of her cunt. It was moist, but not wet. Carol had spoiled him. She was a constant fountain of pussy-cream.

"Unnn," Eileen moaned. His lingers were activating her suppressed passion. She was grateful. Craig was having a ball so she intended to have a ball too.

"Inside my pussy, Hank," she said, her voice quaking. "Finger me. Get me wet and hot." She jerked her hips, trembling.

Hank, always willing to oblige, plunged his finger into her cunt. She was moist. He twisted it, added another finger.

"Oooooo, Hank," she moaned. "I'm getting hot. Unnn, yesss!" She kept the image of her husband fucking Carol in her mind. It helped block out her disgust for allowing Craig to talk her into this.

Her cunt muscles tugged at his fingers. Juices began to flow, coating his exploring fingers in warm soupy pussy-cream. "You're getting it now, baby," he groaned. "Getting wet and mushy."

"Unnnn, I know," she moaned. "Oooooo, I know." She humped her cunt, gouging her pussyhole on his blunt, stabbing fingers. "Make me cream. Get me wet for your cock." She let herself go completely. If Craig ever talked with Hank, she didn't want Hank complaining. It would serve Craig right to have another man brag about how good his wife was in bed!

Hank jabbed his fingers into her cunt. He used his free hand to explore the rest of her lush body, her hips, thighs, tits, and firm jiggling ass. His prick was aching. "How about me, baby? I've got a cock that's dying to get acquainted with you."

For a moment shock zoomed through her body. But she shoved it from her mind. "Ooooo, Hank." She couldn't move. His fingers were driving her crazy!

Hank pulled his juicy fingers from her pussy and leaned back. "I need a little now," he said. He rubbed his crotch, his eyes glued to her naked body. "Take a look at what's going to make you howl."

Eileen dropped to the floor. Shyly, her passion helping her over the awkwardness, Eileen pulled down his zipper. She fished inside Hank's pants and lugged out his cock.

"Ummmmm, give it a kiss," he moaned. Her fingers were hot, sweaty against his throbbing shaft.

She stared at his cock, her violet eyes glazed with desire and anger. She battled the conflicting emotions. An image of Carol and Craig fucking tipped the scales.

"It's big," she sighed, her voice wavering a little. She swallowed the lump in her throat. "Really big."

"Give it a kiss, baby," he moaned.

Tentatively, Eileen brought her mouth to Hank's cock. She kissed his prick and shuddered. Not having his fingers gouging out her cunt caused some of her passion to fade. She leaned back.

"Fuck me, Hank. I'm not ready for anything else."

"Next time," he said. "You'll be more relaxed."

She lay back on the floor, legs spread, eyes fixed on Hank as he stripped off his clothes. There will be no next time, she vowed. Never again! "Hurry, Hank," she sighed, afraid that if he didn't fuck her soon, she'd chicken out completely.

"I'll be right there, baby. Keep it hot for me."

Eileen rubbed her body urgently, keeping the embers of passion alive. She stared at Hank. His cock was jutting out a mile. Stripped of his clothes, he was lean and well muscled. She gulped.

Hank leered hotly down at Eileen's lush, naked body. "You're gorgeous, baby."

"Take me, Hank." She kept her legs spread, writhing, enticing him to fuck her.

Hank dropped to the floor. He stretched his lean, muscled frame over Eileen's soft, supple body. His cock and balls swung heavily between his legs. Stiff-armed, he stared into her face.

"Put it in," he whispered.

Eileen trembled as she reached down between them to find his cock. Shivers of panic and desire swept through her. Stretching, she gouged Hank's cock through her pussy. The head of his prick slipped between the folds of her pussy, clogging the entrance to her cunt. She brought her hand away.

"Slow, Hank. Do it slow."

Hank moaned. The heat around his bloated cockhead sewed through his shaft and into his balls. "Whatever you say, baby," he groaned. "We got all night. Carol will keep Craig busy until dawn."

Eileen cringed inside but hid it from Hank. She brought her hands up, caressing his broad shoulders and muscled arms. "Fuck me, Hank."

Hank adjusted his body. "Like this?" He eased his hips forward, sinking his long thick cockmeat into her pussy an inch at a time.

"Unnnn, yesss," she moaned. "Slower. Slower!" She was tight, moist, no longer wet and juicy as she had been.

Hank stopped. It was like fucking a virgin!

It made his blood boil. He felt the clinging muscles of her cunt against his shaft. His face tightened. The urge to rum her into the floor was overwhelming. Still, he fought it, winning. He'd give her what she wanted.

Moving slower, he slipped the rest of his cock into her tight clutching pussy. His nuts rumbled. His breathing hissed out through clenched teeth.

"Owwwww, Hank," she sighed. "Owwwww." She rolled her hips. The action made her tits jiggle.

Hank grunted. He was buried to the hilt. She was a furnace, a moist furnace, that kept his nuts churning at the boiling point. He eased back, dragging his prick out until only the head was still buried.

"Unnnn, Hank." She wallowed in his slow, painstakingly arousing strokes. The juices began to flow again. Passion was enveloping her lush, writhing body. "Faster, Hank. A little faster!" She was getting caught up in her first adulterous fuck.

Hank's face was tinted with triumph. He was turning her on. He could see it in her flushed face, glassy eyes, and most of all in her sopping wet, overheated pussy.

He kept his strokes long and tantalizing, but quickened the pace. "Like this, baby?" he groaned, already knowing the answer by the pulsing beat of her cunt muscles.

"Ummmmm," she moaned, writhing on her floor. "Yes!" She humped up, driving her cunt along his cock. She lunged up again, catching his rhythm and smashing her soft body into him each time he plunged clown.

Passion had taken over completely. She was a slave to her senses, her lust, to the cock that was wreaking havoc on her cunt. "Oh, Hank. Oooo, Hank!"

Hank plowed forward, driving her squirming body back into the carpet. He lunged, groaned, his cock swallowed up quickly by the cushiony wetness of her pulsating pussy. Again and again, he drilled his throbbing prick into her cunt. His balls swelled and his prick felt as if it were going to burst at the seams.

Eileen absorbed his jabbing thrusts. She clawed his arms, his shoulders, his hairy chest. "Hank. Faster! Fuck me, Hank. Fuck me!"

Her cunt was an overheated oven. It beat against his plowing shaft. He jabbed hard, groaning as Eileen lunged up to meet him. "Baby! Baby!"

Eileen twisted her hips. She felt his cock inside her. She used her cunt muscles to milk his shaft, igniting the fuse to his bubbling cumfilled nuts.

"Make me cum, Hank. Make me cream!" Her tits flopped, the nipples – like Hank's cock – ready to burst.

Hank wanted to give his screaming neighbor what she needed. He shortened his strokes, packing all the power he possessed into the shorter jabs. Hard, violent stabs cut through the soupy ooze of her cunthole. He grunted, taking her quickly toward an explosive orgasm.

"I feel it coming!" she screamed. "I feel it coming!" She bucked under his pounding body. Her legs curled around his driving hips. Her heels dug into the small of his back. Thrashing wildly under his powerful thrusts, Eileen creamed.

"I'm cuming!" she shrieked. "I'm cuming!" She went insane, her body exploding.

Hank knew it. His cock was stabbing through the stormy goo of her erupting cunt. Hard punching jabs kept Eileen creaming, hovering at the peak.

"Cum, baby. Cum!"

"I am! I am!" She kicked her heels into his back. Her hips swung in a tight, frenzied arc.

Her tits floundered on her chest, the nipples sore. She lifted up to meet his punishing blows.

"Cum too," she wailed. "Cream me, Hank. Fuck me to death!" She went out of her mind. She clung to his shoulders, raked them with her nails. Her upper body twisted and her hips rolled. "Cum, fucker, fill me with your cum!"

Hank couldn't hold back any longer. His balls erupted. Hot thick stringy gobs of cum gushed through his prick, shot out through his pisser and white-washed Eileen's sopping wet pussy.

"I'm cuming," he roared. "I'm cuming!"

"Yes, I feel it!" The hot squirting cum from Hank's cock triggered more explosive orgasms in Eileen's cunt. "I'm cuming again," she squealed. "I'm creaming. Ahhhhhh, Hank! Hank!"

Her legs shot out straight, stiffening. She began to shake. Her arms fell to the floor, her fingers balling into fists. She pounded the floor as Hank pounded her.

Hank's cock blasted a steady stream of thick cum. It flooded Eileen's pussy, overflowed her clinging lips. "I got more, baby," he bellowed, lunging into her cunt. "Take it all!"

Their cum mixed, blending into a gooey ooze. It dribbled down the cheeks of her ass, over his swinging balls. It squished between them as they lunged maniacally into each other.

Eileen groaned, lunging up. She curled her stiff legs again, kicking her heels into his jabbing hips. She grabbed him and clung to him, screaming at the top of her lungs.

Hank battled the twisting, writhing, screaming housewife beneath him. She was clinging to him like an octopus. She was all arms and legs, and a pussy that was draining his nuts like a vacuum. He collapsed, crushing her beneath him.

Eileen groaned, cushioning his weight. Her hips moved faster, gliding her cunt along his stabbing shaft. Her screams were now muffled against his neck and she clung to him while her body was exploding in wave after wave of exquisite orgasms.

Hank groaned, his mouth clamped to her neck. He felt her nipples burn into his chest as she twisted and squirmed beneath him. His hips jabbed and his cock sliced into her.

Grunting, moaning, their flesh slapping wetly into each other, they climaxed again. Fused together in the last of their orgasms, they shuddered, moaned, then stopped, their bodies still twitching.

Hank eased off, his cock popping from her pussy. He rolled onto his back and saw Eileen's husband standing there. His face lit up with surprise. "Craig. What happened? Carol… where's Carol?"

Shock registered on Eileen's face. "Craig… what?"

Craig forced a tight smile. "Hey, don't let me stop you two." He strode to the kitchen, returning a few seconds later with a drink. He looked at Eileen. She was getting dressed. "You two have fun?"

"Hell, yeah," Hank said. "Eileen takes a little warming up, but once she starts, look out."

"I noticed," Craig said flatly.

Eileen had finished dressing. Her eyes darted from Craig, who was sitting like a statue in the chair, to Hank who was slowly dressing. She looked at her husband and felt as if she were staring at an active volcano.

"How come you came back here?" Hank asked, fixing his pants. "Usually Carol won't let anyone out of bed until dawn." He winked. "She tire you out, buddy?"

"Sort of," Craig said. His gray eyes glared at Eileen. "I didn't think it would be an all night party."

Hank had finished dressing. "Maybe next time, huh, buddy?" He winked at Eileen. "See you two tomorrow."

"Right," Craig said. His hand held the glass tight. His knuckles were white. His jaw was firm, his eyes slits. When the door closed, he turned his attention to Eileen.

She looked away, ashamed. "How long were you watching us?"

"Long enough," he said flatly.

"How was Carol?" she snapped.

"Great." He sneered. "I could see you were having a blast."

"It was your idea," she said, her voice cutting. "I didn't want to do this."

"You couldn't tell by your actions."

"What do you want from me?" she said, tears filling her eyes. "You begged me to go to bed with Hank so you could fuck his darling wife. I didn't plan on enjoying myself. I fought, but Christ, Craig… I'm human." She wiped her eyes, sniffed back her tears. "You look at me like I'm some kind of tramp."

He didn't answer.

"Is Carol a tramp?"

"Yes," he said. "She's a tramp."

"Then I guess that makes me a tramp too." She couldn't hold back her tears. "It was your idea, damnit to hell! I only did it because I love you."

Craig snickered and finished his drink.

"I'm going up to shower, then I'm going to bed and forget this ever happened. I never intend to see ow talk to either Carol or Hank again. You coming?" She had blurted it all out in one long breath.

His voice was tight, his face lined with a jealous rage. "I'm going to get drunk."

"Suit yourself." She stormed from the room and climbed the stairs to the second floor.

Craig went back to the kitchen, picked up the bottle. He didn't need a glass.

Dragging his feet, he wandered back into the living room and stared at the floor where he had seen Hank fuck his wife. He closed his eyes and gulped the fiery Scotch. It wasn't working out the way he had expected.