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New Neighbors Ch. 01

By: chained_sinner



I was so excited. A new city, a new apartment....a new life! I was newly divorced and ready to meet someone to settle down with. Someone nice to see the city with, laugh with, and maybe start a family with. It took me more than four days to get everything unpacked and set up to my liking, which left me just three more days before I was scheduled to start my new job. I decided to stay home that first night with a six-pack and just relax. I could spend the next couple of days seeing the sites and meeting people; preferably women. 

I slipped a DVD into the player, opened that first bottle of beer, and settled down on the couch. I was in a good place, as I looked around and realized how good my life was at that moment. I couldn't recall the last time things had gone this well for me. I was feeling so good, in fact, that I didn't even realize I'd gone through two bottles in less than twenty minutes, until I went for my third. 

As I walked back to the sofa, I was interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. Who could it be, I wondered. I didn't know a soul, other than my landlord and I'd just talked to him three hours earlier. I was tempted to ignore it, thinking it was a mistake or a salesman, but my curiosity got the better of me. I looked out through the window to see two black men standing on my front porch. The first one was dressed in a short-sleeved button down and white dress pants, while the second man wore blue shorts and a tank top. Both men were muscular, at least half a foot taller than myself, and considerably sweaty. I had just decided to go back to my movie without answering the door, when one of them looked through the window and saw me looking out at them. I had no choice but to open the door now. I stepped out onto the front porch with them, pulling the door closed behind me. They immediately introduced themselves as David and Jim. We talked for a few minutes and, when I was feeling more at ease, I invited them inside. It was the least I could do, since they had come by to welcome me to the neighborhood.

"What's your name white boy," David asked me.

"It's Steve," I replied.

I felt a little uncomfortable at that point. Instead of taking the chairs, both men had sat on the couch with me, one on either side. At this point, Jim and I were sitting side by side, our legs touching, and, as I looked over at him, I noticed he was rubbing his shorts so that the outline of his cock was clearly visible and his balls were hanging out freely. His cock looked like it was over eight inches long and it was still only semi-hard. His balls were enormous and covered with curly black hair. I quickly looked away, only to find that David's equally enormous cock had been freed, pointing up at the ceiling from his white trousers. At this point, my intention was to jolt up and somehow get my new neighbors to leave, but I was already pretty buzzed and Jim and David were both a good deal stronger than myself. As I moved to get up, David straddled my back and forced my face into Jim's lap. To my surprise, Jim was already out of his clothes and my face was pressed hard against his now rock hard cock. 

"Open your mouth, faggot," Jim demanded.

"I'm not gay," I protested.

"We're gonna teach you to worship black cock, you sissy white faggot." David slapped me hard, as he pulled my face up and spat on me. "Now, either you ask Master Jim for permission to suck his cock, or we're going to beat the fuck out of you."

I knew the only way I would survive this was to do as I was told. Tears streaming down my face, I looked up at Jim. "Master Jim, may I please suck your cock?"

"Since you made me wait, you're going to have to be punished first, faggot." As Jim stood up and turned around on the couch, David positioned me so that I knelt on the floor with my face only two inches from Jim's hairy ass. I could see beads of sweat clinging to the black hair of his ass, as the musky scent nearly suffocated me. Jim reached back and pulled his ass cheeks apart. "My asshole is sweaty. Clean it, faggot." I tried to resist, but David had my face buried in his friend's ass with little effort. At this point, David bent down and whispered in my ear. "Do as your told, faggot."

I remembered the threat all too clearly. "Yes, Master David," I replied. I hesitantly stuck my tongue out, letting it touch the wrinkled hole. At first, I tried not to inhale as I performed my task, but I couldn't hold my breath for long. As my tongue worked its way inside Master Jim's asshole, I felt a clenching. My heart started beating faster, as I was filled with fear that he wouldn't try to hold it. He didn't. Master David laughed loudly, as Master Jim farted right on my tongue. I couldn't pull away, so I kept licking his asshole, as he continued farting in my mouth. After enduring this for several minutes, the worst thing that could've happened did happen. Master David noticed that my dick, much smaller than their cocks, was rock hard.

"Oh shit, bro, the nasty pig loves it! He's rock hard!"

"Sounds like we have a real faggot on our hands," They both laughed.David pulled my head back by my hair and looked directly at me. "You like licking a black man's asshole. Don't you, faggot?"

Never in my life had I been so hateful and disgusted with myself as I was at this moment. I wanted to deny it, even to myself, but how could I, after Master David had pointed it out? Maybe it was the buzz, or the fear, or both. Whatever it was, the words came out before I could stop them. "Yes, Master David. I like licking a black Master's asshole. Please don't make me stop."

Master David was so surprised by this that he let go of me and stepped back. Within seconds, I had my tongue buried deeply inside Master Jim's asshole. Master Jim rewarded me by releasing another fart on my waiting tongue. It was then that I realized the truth of what was happening. If I wasn't a white faggot whore, like Master David had said, I would have run for the door, instead of burying my face in this black man's ass. The truth was out. I'd admitted it to my Masters and to myself. I had no choice but to accept, at least while they were here. Once they had gone, I could pretend nothing had happened, but, while they were here, I would please them and I would let myself enjoy it. Now that I was free, I could lick the entire length of his ass crack, scooping the musky sweat onto my tongue and swallowing it. As my tongue returned to his asshole, Master Jim clenched in an effort to feed me yet another fart. I pulled back slightly, when a light brown, creamy clump slipped out of his asshole. The temptation was too strong and David was only watching to see that I didn't run ~he wasn't watching what I was doing~ so I quickly sucked it into my mouth. Nothing was said, so I guessed neither of my Masters knew what had really happened. As for me, I felt a kind of high. It turned me on, knowing that I had just let a black man shit in my mouth. I thoroughly cleaned up Master Jim's asshole, before I sat back. "Master Jim, may I please suck your cock now?"

Master Jim stood up. His magnificent cock, still rock hard, pointed at my face. He took hold of it and began beating my face with it. He slapped my hard with his cock, the sound seemed to echo throughout the apartment, as he spat on my face. "You want this cock? Huh, filthy pig?"

"Yes, Master Jim."

"Yes, what, faggot?"

"Yes, Master Jim, I'm a filthy faggot pig and I want your big cock." He sat down on the couch and instructed me to crawl to him. I followed his orders, my eyes hungrily focused on his dark cock. I crawled up onto the couch and began just licking the fat, purple head. As I licked that fat cockhead, I realized that I knew now why so many white women ~my ex-wife included~ loved black cock so much. It was beautiful. I took his cock into my mouth, feeling my lips rise and fall over the thick veins of his shaft. The smell and taste sent me wild! I loved sucking Master Jim's cock. So much, in fact, that all I could see was his cock and balls and all I could hear was my own slurping sounds. I moved down onto the floor between his legs, keeping his cock in my mouth the whole time, and slipped my lips down to his sweaty balls. I kissed them over and over, before sucking them each into my mouth. 

I loved the gritty, sweaty taste of his hairy balls. I knew I'd been sucking his cock and balls for awhile; I could feel my jaw starting to get sore. I can't say how long I spent sliding my lips up and down that shaft, before Master Jim stood up. My heart sank, until I realized what was happening. He grabbed me by the sides of my head and rammed that cock into my mouth. Within seconds, I could feel my mouth filling with his warm cum. It was my first taste and, since Master David hadn't used me yet, I knew it wouldn't be my last. As it coated my tongue, I felt a chill in my own crotch. I was cumming in my pants. The taste of my Master's salty cum had sent me over the edge. I greedily sucked the remaining cum from Master Jim's cock and cleaned him up, before Master David pulled me to him.

"My turn, faggot."

"Yes, Master David." I serviced Master David much the same way as I'd served Master Jim. He had much more cum to feed me and filled my mouth three times, before he'd finished. As Master David's gorgeous cock finally went limp, Master Jim mentioned something about an appointment. I sat on the floor, hungry for more and upset that my Masters were leaving, as they headed for the door.

Master Jim turned back. "Don't worry, bitch. We'll be by tomorrow. Same time."

"Yeah, faggot. We own you now and you will be serving yoyr black Masters every day."

"Yes, Master Jim," I replied.

"If you're good, we'll tell some of the other brothers what a good whore you are for black cock."

This filled me with fear. What was I to do? This wasn't the life I wanted, but the only way out would be for me to move and I definitely couldn't afford it. I nodded, avoiding eye contact with my owners. "Yes, Master."

"Hey man, I gotta piss before we go."

"Yeah, me too. Where's your toilet, faggot."

My desire to see those huge cocks again was too strong to ignore. I'd already done worse anyway, so I offered them the use of my mouth.

"You want to be a toilet for your masters, you sick pig?"

"Yes, Master David. Please make me a black man's toilet?"

Master David approached me and pulled out his cock, letting it rest on my bottom lip. His piss was warm and much more salty than his cum had been. I enjoyed the taste so much that I began stroking myself as I drink his urine. After they had both relieved themselves, my masters left for him. I was left sitting on the floor in my cum and piss stained t-shirt feeling like a filthy black cock whore.

To be continued... 

New Neighbors Ch. 01



My wife and I live in a quiet subdivision. We are both in our early sixties. I am semi-retired while she is still working. Her job often requires her to travel so I am frequently alone, as was the case on a chilly Monday morning in January.

Over the weekend, two men had moved into the house next to ours. They were about my age. We had introduced ourselves to them on Sunday afternoon. One was named Jeffrey and the other Stephen. Both were in good shape. Jeffrey had retired last year while, like my wife, Stephen was still working. He also was like my wife in that he did a lot of traveling for his job. I had seen his car leave before six in morning that first morning.

I was surprised when the doorbell rang just after ten and it was Jeffrey.

"Hi Eric. I just brewed a pot of this really great Kona coffee and I wondered if you would like to come over and have a cup and tell me a few things about the neighborhood?"

He was an inch or two shorter than my six feet and was clean-shaven with closely cropped gray hair. Not surprisingly, given the weather, he was wearing a white woolen turtleneck under his black parka. He had on black woolen gloves, black sweat pants and, rather surprisingly, knee-high black leather boots of the kind one sees on dressage riders at a horse show. I know this because my wife is an avid horsewoman.

"Sure," I said. "Coffee sounds great."

We sat opposite each other on two long couches in their living room. Jeffrey was right, the coffee was great. He even had some wonderful peanut butter cookies to nibble on.

We chatted about grocery stores, gas stations, restaurants and the like for a few minutes and then he walked me around the house. They had a large-screen TV, a treadmill and an exercise bike and a home office for two. What was most interesting in the office was a torso mannequin with a beautiful white mohair turtleneck on it. I had never seen anything like it. It was fuzzy and beautiful. There was a camera on a tripod pointing at the sweater.

"Nice sweater," I said. "Why the camera?"

"Well," Jeffrey said, a strange smile gracing his lips. "I do some buying and selling of sweaters on the Internet. This one is a beauty, hand knit in Scotland. I took a picture of it earlier this morning and have posted it online."

"It is really is a beautiful sweater," I said, wondering to myself what the chances were that my new neighbor would be a fancier of mohair sweaters. I had been in love with them ever since I was in high school and they were a seemingly required part of all the girls' wardrobes.

"But it doesn't look like a women's sweater," I said.

"It's not," Jeffrey replied. "It's for a man, perhaps better said, it is for a special type of man."

The smile reappeared and he said, in a gentle soft voice, "Perhaps you would like to try it on?"

I was surprised but curious and managed a meek "Sure, that would be great."

Jeffrey's smile widened and he said, "Excellent, now take off that hoodie and that black T-shirt. A sweater like this should be experienced against bare skin."

I did as he said. By the time I had my T-shirt off, he had removed the sweater from the mannequin and handed it to me.

"Pull it over your head gently and carefully. Enjoy the moment."

Again, I did as he said.

When I had done so, he stepped very close to me. So close that I could smell his aftershave. His hands fussed with the turtleneck collar and then the cuffs. They smoothed the wool covering my shoulders with a gentle touch that was more of a caress.

"Wow," he said, "Does that look good on you. The fit is perfect. As much as I have wanted to, I haven't put it on. I know it will be too big for me.

"Now, whenever I have the chance to have someone put one of these special sweaters on, I insist that they savor the moment."

He took me by the elbow and led me back to one of the couches.

"Sit right here," he told me, his voice now carrying an insistency that had not been there before.

He then sat next to me and arranged my hands so that one was on tope of the other in my lap.

"Excellent, my new friend. Now, stay right there. We need some accessories. I'll be right back."

I sat there marveling at the sensual feel of the hand-knitted mohair. I thought about the work that had been put into making this sweater. I also thought about how nice Jeffrey was in letting me wear this delightful sweater. I also felt my cock begin to harden.

"Oh my," I thought to myself. It was obvious that Jeffrey and Stephen were gay. What was he going to think when he returned. Or, then it came to me—was he seducing me? Something like this had never happened to me. 

When Jeffrey returned he had a pair of white woolen gloves and a long white mohair scarf in his hands.

"These will be just perfect," he said as he sat down next to me on the couch.

"Allow me the pleasure," he whispered in my ear. No doubt about it now, I thought. I am being seduced.

He lifted one hand and fit the glove over my fingers. He put that hand back in my lap and then repeated the process with my other hand. His hand lingered a moment on my thigh and then gently began to caress the inner thigh.

"I do believe this scarf should be used as a blindfold so you can fully submit to what is happening to you, don't you?" he said as he adjusted his position so that our bodies were now touching—shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, leg to leg.

I nodded, unable to say a word, and he carefully wrapped the scarf around my head, covering my eyes. I was now fully his. If he wanted, he could tie me hand and foot and I would do nothing more than nod my head and perhaps make a small moan of delight.

My cock was now rock hard.

It was as if Jeffrey could read my mind. He had me stand up after he had gently knotted the scarf blindfold behind my head. He pulled my arms behind me and tied them together with something soft.

"It's the belt to my bathrobe," he whispered in my ear, as he embraced me from behind, his hands caressing my shoulders, then my chest, my stomach and, finally, my crotch.

My own gloved hands could feel his cock and, like mine, it was rock hard.

"What are you going to do?" I said in a quivering voice.

"For starters, gag you if you aren't quiet," he said, putting his hand over my lips. "Just relax, enjoy what is happening to you. You are wearing a beautiful sweater and are helpless to the advances of a talented and handsome man.

"In fact," he continued, keeping his hand over my mouth while his other hand went underneath my sweat pants and found my cock, "if you are a really good boy, you may just end up being the lucky recipient of one of the world's best blow jobs."

He stopped for a second, his hands still in the same places.

"Your choice my friend. Nod and I'll continue. Shake your head and I won't."

I immediately nodded.

Jeffrey pulled down my sweat pants and got on his knees.

As he pulled down my boxers, he laughed and said, "My my, look at that. Your not-so-little friend seems quite anxious for some attention, doesn't he?"

I moaned when his lips touched the tip of my cock.

"I do think a gag is in order," he said. I prefer to work in quiet and you seem to be the noisy type."

He left me there while he went somewhere, probably his and Stephen's play drawer.

When he returned, he sat down on the couch and whispered in my ear, "Open wide please."

I did, and I felt something rubbery enter my mouth, filling it rather easily. Jeffrey buckled the gag in place and kissed my ear. "There is nothing quite so wonderful as a bound, gagged and rock hard man in a mohair sweater.

"By the way, in case you don't know, that is a penis gag. There is a very realistic looking two inch rubber penis in your mouth right now. Feel free to play with it. It won't be long until I replace it with the real thing."

"Mmmmmppphh?"

"Yes, my new friend, my cock. You don't think I am going to all this trouble just so I can give you a blow job do you? We are going to take turns, sharing the way good neighbors should. In fact, I think you should go first, not that you have too much say in the matter."

I squirmed on the couch. Me, give him a blow job? It would be my first. I was surprised to feel my cock pulse a little at the thought. 

"Have you ever given someone a blowjob before?" he asked, his voice gentle. I could tell he had gotten down on his knees in front of me and his voice came from very close to my fully erect penis.

"mmmpppph! Mmmpppphh!" I shook my head.

He must have sensed something in my voice, even though the actual words were muffled quite effectively by my gag.

"Don't worry," he said, "It's actually quite easy. Just kiss and lick and suck until I come. Don't worry it won't take a long time and you will probably find that you enjoy it. I was eighteen when I gave my first blowjob to old guy who lived in the apartment next to mine when I moved out of my parent's house and went to school."

He kissed the tip of my cock and then swirled his tongue around it.

I moaned into my gag.

"That's how you start my friend. By the way, that old guy was probably our age and was so happy when he found out I was gay. He went right to work seducing me. He even introduced me to bondage that first time. I still remember the sweater he wore when he tied my hands behind my back. Of course, I remember even more the taste of his cock and his cum."

He kissed my cock again and this time ran his tongue down my shaft and began to lick my balls. He kissed them gently and then withdrew and I knew it was soon going to be my turn.

Jeffrey, as I was finding out, was quite the talker. As he stood up and began the task of getting me into just the right position to give him my very first blow job, he kept telling me about this older guy who had seduced him all those years ago.

"We ended up having a very nice fling. I would come home from my classes, knock on his door and he would be ready with a nice cold beer, a set of handcuffs, and the sweater he wanted me to wear while I sucked him off.

"He was the one who turned me into a wool fetishist. He had dozens of sweaters, all in sizes just right for a man. Mohair, angora, Shetland wool, cashmere. You name it, he had it. He loved to watch me put on the sweater of the day. Once I had it on, he would very gently take me in his arms, caress me until I moaned, and then just like I did with you, he would put his hand over my mouth and tell me it was time.

"I would then be placed on my knees, hands cuffed behind me and would proceed to kiss, lick and suck him until he came. Afterwards, he would take into his bedroom, tie me spread-eagle on his bed, gag me with a woolen scarf and return the favor.

"And that, my new friend, is exactly how we are going to play our own little game this morning."

I now found myself on my knees, still blindfolded with the mohair scarf, still gagged with the leather penis gag and my hands still bound behind me with the belt to his rope. Jeffrey's last touch was to tie my ankles together with what I found out later was a two foot long length of soft, red rope that sold as "bondage rope."

He sat down in front of me on the couch and gently caressed my shoulders.

"It's time for your gag to be removed. Are you ready?"

I nodded.

He unbuckled the gag and gently put a hand on each side of my head. He brought my head forward until my lips touched the tip of his rock-hard cock. I kissed it, marveling at how fascinatingly wonderful what had seemed like another ordinary day was turning out.

I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock and then slowly and gently used my tongue and lips to discover the length of his shaft and the balls. I was surprised at how much I was enjoying every thing about this—the sweater, the bondage, and giving him a blow job.

"Very good!" he said, "You have the potential to be a world-class cocksucker."

I now had most of his cock in my mouth and felt an intimate connection with my new neighbor that had my own cock throbbing.

"Now for the finale," Jeffrey said. "I want you to very very slowly move your lips up and down the shaft ten times. Then do it much much more quickly."

I obeyed and heard him moan after the first slow movement of my lips up and down. I couldn't resist pausing for a second to kiss the tip of his cock once more before resuming.

When I got to the second quick pass up and down I felt him begin to cum. Then he came full force, his sperm pulsing into my mouth. I felt like I had accomplished something wonderful. I wasn't even thinking about being tied up or about my own blow job to come. All I was thinking was how wonderful it was to be in this position with my new neighbor.

(to be continued)



New Neighbors Ch. 01



I was sorry to see Tom & Sarah put their house up for sale; Sarah was a total hottie! In the summertime, she'd always be wearing cut-off shorts and a t-shirt, usually bra-less. After talking with her, I'd always go home and masturbate, fantasizing about her amazing body. But, all good things come to an end, and I was looking forward to meeting the new neighbors.

The house sold quickly, since Tom & Sarah let it go for well below market price, and the new neighbors moved in less than a month after the house hit the market. Frank & Cindy seemed like a friendly couple; much to my disappointment, Cindy was not nearly as attractive as Sarah. "Plain" would be a charitable description. Oh well, I'll just have to give all the other neighbors a closer look to feed my fantasies!

I see Cindy a couple times a week; she's all about her garden and is always outside. Every time I see her, I wander over for a chat; we talk about her garden and what she's doing to keep the local deer population from eating all her plants. She's promised me some fresh tomatoes and peppers, and always asks if she can give me a cucumber. She seems to get a smile on her face every time she asks me about the cukes. 

After spending so much time chatting with Cindy, I started to notice her body. In comparison to Sarah, she's nothing to write home about. Cindy's shorter than Sarah, with much smaller breasts, but she seems to share Sarah's dislike of bras! I can live with this! It doesn't take long for my neighbor fantasies to begin including Cindy.

I see Frank much more infrequently; he travels a lot for work. This of course helps my fantasies about his wife. Frank is into cycling, so he's pretty in-shape for a guy in his fifties. Seems like every time I see him, he's heading out somewhere on his bike. 

During one of my conversations with Frank & Cindy, they remarked on the fact that I seem to spend a lot of time in my garage, underneath 1 of our cars. I laughed and told them that was my hobby; taking care of the vehicles. I asked them if they had ever seen the move about the guys whose wives had given them a "hall pass" from being married. When they said they had, I told them about my wife asking what I would do with a 1-week pass, and how I told her I'd spend it in the garage! As we all laughed about that, I thought I saw a quick glance and smile pass between them. 

I told them if they ever had any car troubles they should let me know, as I have a decent tool chest and know which end of a wrench is which. As we all smiled, I swear Cindy said something about "tool" under her breath, and they both looked at my crotch! Not a long, obvious stare, just a quick glance down then back up to my face; pretty much the same way I had sneaked a peek at Cindy's chest when we'd talk about her garden. 

After a few more minutes of pleasant chit-chat, Frank & Cindy went back home & I went inside to masturbate, thinking about Cindy looking at my crotch. Instead of her hard nipples being the feature of my session, I found myself imagining Cindy stepping toward me and grabbing my crotch while Frank stood there and watched! I was totally turned-on by the idea of Frank seeing Cindy and me, and I came like crazy, shooting cum all over the bathroom sink.

This became a regular fantasy for me, thinking about Frank watching us. I'm not sure when it started, but I found myself thinking of Frank wearing those skin-tight spandex bike shorts, while he watched Cindy grab my cock. I thought I had cum a lot thinking about Frank watching Cindy and me, but it was nothing compared to when I imagined seeing Frank's cock swell in those shorts!

Well, this was interesting! I was completely turned on, thinking about another man's penis! During my next masturbation session, I left Cindy out of it completely, and just thought of Frank in those skin-tight shorts. Wow. What was going on here? I've been married for over 20 years, and I'm getting turned on thinking about a guy's cock? I decided not to worry about it, since fantasies are just fantasies, and what difference could it make?

So, life went on; chat with the neighbors, masturbate thinking about them naked, same old, same old. 

Last Saturday afternoon, I was washing 1 of the cars in the driveway. I always wait until early afternoon to wash the cars, since the sun would be behind the house and not shining right on the vehicle. It was a beautiful afternoon with the temperature in the high 80s, so I was wearing shorts and sandals, having removed my shirt because of the heat. While I was drying off the car, I saw Frank & Cindy in their driveway looking at Cindy's Subaru. Finishing my task, I threw the towel over the top of my bucket and walked over to see how they were doing.

Typical for a summer afternoon, Cindy had on a pair of long baggy shorts & a loose v-neck t-shirt. Frank, as usual, was wearing his bike shorts and one of those shirts that look like they're painted on. I saw his bike leaning against the back of his truck in the garage, so I assumed he was ready to head out for a ride. As I approached, I could see the front right tire on Cindy's Subaru was completely flat. 

"Oh, that sucks", I said, as I walked into their driveway. 

Cindy & Frank both looked up and smiled. Frank replied, "No kidding. Here, look at this."

Cindy moved aside so I could see where Frank was pointing. There was a screw sticking out of the middle of the tire tread. 

"Looks like we need a new tire", Cindy said, "and these are practically brand new!"

"I have a tire repair kit at home; let me see if I can fix this. It can't get any worse, right?" I replied.

"Really?", Frank asked, "that can be repaired?"

"As long as the puncture is in the tread area, no problem. Let me go grab the repair kit & jack, I'll be right back."

Returning to my garage, I stuffed the little pouch holding the repair kit into my back pocket; the floor jack was not something I could carry without both hands. As much as this jack made short work of lifting a vehicle, it was heavy! Happily, their driveway is only 25 feet from mine, so I didn't kill myself hauling the jack over there. Squatting down, I set the jack next to the car. As I looked up, I swear they were both looking at my crotch! 

"Cindy, do you have a lug wrench in the car?" I asked. 

"Yeah, I think so", Cindy replied, as she walked behind me to the back of the car. 

As I pulled the repair kit out of my back pocket, movement to my right drew my eyes in that direction. I found myself looking directly at Frank's cock, outlined clearly in his shorts! Wondering if you wore underwear with shorts like that, and concluding that Frank, at least, did not, I turned to my left as I stood, intending to ask Cindy if she found the lug wrench. She was bent over at the waist, leaning into the hatchback of her car. Her v-neck t-shirt was loose enough to give me an excellent view of the light brown nipples on her plum-sized breasts!

"Is this it?" Cindy asked, without standing up. 

Pulling my eyes up to her face, I saw her smiling at me, holding a small lug wrench in her hand.

Focusing on the wrench rather than down her shirt, I realized I was totally busted.

"Yeah, that's it", I replied, looking away quickly. Did she know I was just looking down her shirt? She had to know! And was she smiling about it? 

Hoping to keep the slightly growing bulge in my shorts hidden by the side of the car, I took a couple steps toward her to take the wrench.

"I'll loosen up the lug nuts before I jack it up, then we'll get this wheel off and see what we can do."

Returning to the front wheel, I squatted down and loosened the lug nuts about a quarter-turn. As I set the wrench down and started to slide the floor jack under the frame, Cindy leaned down on my right with her hands on her knees, giving me another glimpse of her cute little breasts. 

"Now what?" she asked.

Pulling my eyes from her nipples, I focused on positioning the jack correctly.

"Now we jack it up & pull off the wheel", I replied, chastising myself for looking down her shirt again.

As I pumped up the jack, a million thoughts were racing through my head. Cindy definitely knew I was looking down her shirt, and she bent over like that again! Did she want me to look at her breasts? She must want me to look, why else would she do that again? What was Frank thinking? Did he see me looking? He must have, he was standing right next to me! I was getting aroused, and hoped they didn't notice; that would be embarrassing!

With the Subaru's tire off the ground, I squatted in front of the tire again to completely remove the lug nuts. I swear I could feel Frank standing just inches behind me on my right, and Cindy was still bent over at the waist, watching me! Focus, focus, focus! 

With the lug nuts sitting on the driveway, and trying to pay attention to what I was doing, I grabbed the tire and gently pulled. The wheel was being stubborn, and wasn't going to pop right off. Still squatting, I moved my feet a bit, repositioning myself to try again. 

"Do you need a hand", Frank asked, moving slightly forward behind me.

"I think I've got it", I said, as I leaned in to the tire and gave it a sharp yank. 

Naturally, the wheel popped right off, overbalancing me; the tire and I were moving backward, and just as my butt hit the ground, my shoulder landed right against Frank's crotch!

Suddenly, everything happened at once. 

"Oh! Um, sorry!" I said, trying to set the tire between my legs and turning my head toward Cindy and Frank.

Why did I turn my head that way, knowing Frank was right behind me? Not only did I know he was right behind me, I could feel his cock on the back of my shoulder! All in the space of a second, as my head was turning, I caught another glimpse of Cindy's breasts, as her mouth formed into an O, Frank started to stand up, and when my head stopped turning, his spandex-clad cock was pressed into my cheek!

Startled, I let go of the tire and it fell against my chest. This pushed my upper body further backward, sliding my cheek down along Frank's cock, until I actually fell backwards between his legs! 

Oh. My. God!

I'm lying on my back with a tire on my chest, looking up at Frank's cock, clearly outlined by the spandex, and looking slightly larger than it had not long before. Glancing toward Cindy, she's still bent at the waist, with her breasts clearly exposed to Frank and me, with the funniest expression on her face. If this is not the most ridiculous thing ever, I don't know what is!

I couldn't help it. I started to laugh! 

Frank took a step backwards, squatted down, and pushed the tire off to my left. Cindy leaned further toward me, reaching for my hands to help me up. I was laughing like an idiot. As Cindy pulled me back to a sitting position, they both started to laugh.

"Are you okay?" Cindy asked. 

At the same time, Frank said, "Oh my god, that was hysterical! Are you all right?"

Finally catching my breath, I looked down at my chest, all dirty from the tire. "Yeah, I'm good", I replied, "just a little dirty is all."

Cindy stood back up, saying, "Let me run inside and get something to clean you up."

As Cindy went inside, Frank moved around in front of me and extended his hand to pull me to my feet.

"Thanks", I said, "um, sorry for uh, falling into your um, crotch". I gestured toward Frank's crotch and my eyes followed my hand. He was definitely aroused! I could clearly see his swollen cock outlined by his spandex shorts!

"Those shorts don't exactly leave much to the imagination, do they?" I asked, still staring at his swelling penis. 

"Well, I guess it depends on your imagination, doesn't it?" Frank replied. "What exactly are you imagining?"

I jerked my eyes back up to Frank's face to see him smiling at me. 

Wait. What? 

He must have seen me looking down his wife's shirt, he totally just saw me looking at his cock, and it was just pressed up against my face not 3 minutes ago! What was going on? I was getting completely turned on; my cock was swelling in my shorts!

Turned on by another guy's cock? What about Cindy? Am I gay? Do I care? What if I ...

I looked back down at Frank's cock and said, "I'm imagining that in my mouth."

Looking back up to Frank's face, I realized what I had just said out loud as I watched his eyebrows rise. I clapped my hands over my mouth. 

"Oh my god! I'm sorry, I didn't, shit! I don't know why I said that!" I stammered. I could feel my face turning six shades of red.

"Jeremy, it's okay! It's fine!" Frank replied. As his eyes dropped to my crotch and slowly back up, he said, "Actually, I was imagining the same thing".

What the? Wait a minute! 

OK, did I just say I wanted to suck Frank's cock? Did he just look at mine? I could feel my erection pressing against my shorts. Apparently, my cock had already made up its mind, and was just waiting for my brain to catch up. Do I really want to suck his cock? Why am I so turned on by this? Maybe just a handjob. His cock did look good those shorts. Does his cum taste like mine? Am I actually considering? To hell with it!

I glanced over my shoulder as I took a step closer to Frank. Seeing no one on the street, I put my hand on his cock and said, "Why don't we go into the garage?"

Frank smiled as he turned and led the way. Once inside, Frank turned back to face me and put his hand on my cock, straining against my shorts. As I reached toward Frank's cock, I asked, "What if Cindy comes back out?"

"Mmm. Cindy will be fine, we've been waiting for this for a while", Frank said, as he gently rubbed my swollen penis. 

As I slid my palm down along his cock, I felt Frank's other hand slide around my hip and onto my butt. Suddenly, Frank pulled me forward and kissed me! I didn't know what to think. I could feel his cock pressed against mine, while his hands on my butt pulled me forward into him. His tongue was pressing against my lips as I hesitated, keeping my mouth closed. 



New Neighbors Ch. 01



A new couple had finally moved into the house across the street. They were in their late 30s with two teenage kids. They were both attractive and relatively fit and dressed conservatively. The moving truck had pulled up and the movers were unloading the truck as Josh and Katie watched from their living room. Josh and Katie had been married for 20 years and also had two teenage kids. They were glad to see a couple their age moving in that at least looked normal. They decided to invite them over once they got settled in for drinks and a cook out. 

Josh fired up the grill and was preparing the chicken and kabobs when Sam and Trish arrived. They came in and offered their assistance with the food but Josh and Katie refused and offered them both a drink. Once the food was prepared they moved to the back deck and put the food on the grill. They sat and talked getting to know one another over drinks while the food cooked. 

Sam was about the same height as Josh with an athletic build and a short cropped hair cut. He was tan with a few days growth of facial hair and blue eyes that stood out. Trish was also about the same height as Katie with blonde shoulder length hair. Her build was also athletic but she was a little softer around the edges than Sam was. She was wearing a mid thigh skirt which showed off her tan legs and she had a nice button down shirt which showed just a little bit of cleavage. 

All of their kids were gone to friend's houses that night and you could tell that they didn't get much time alone without them. Sam was running his hand all over Trish's legs as they talked and we caught him staring at her breasts several times. Trish could tell that he was getting horny so she tried to nonchalantly unbutton her blouse a little more to show more cleavage to tease him. They had several more drinks while the food cooked and Sam was adjusting himself in his chair trying to hide the bulge in his pants. 

Josh got up to check the food and asked Katie to bring him a pan to put the food on. Sam asked to use the restroom so Josh pointed him in the right direction and Sam excused himself. Sam looked back at Trish as he entered the house and motioned with his eyes for her to follow. A couple of minutes had gone by and Trish excused herself to use the restroom as well. The bathroom window was right off of the deck and the blinds were slightly open. It was dark outside so you could see inside the bathroom. Josh was taking the food off and putting it into a pan that Katie was holding when she nudged him. Josh looked up and saw her looking into the bathroom window. He looked up to see Sam and Trish passionately kissing in their bathroom. 

"I guess they really don't get much alone time." declared Katie.

They both watched intently through the window as Sam fondled her breasts and kissed her on the neck. Trish unbuttoned her shirt allowing access to her breasts. Her bra latched in the front and she popped it loose exposing her large natural breasts as Sam squeezed her breasts together and immediately began sucking her nipples into his mouth. Her breasts were much larger than they appeared in her blouse and hung down slightly. Her nipples were small, pink and standing erect. He squeezed her breasts together and kissed, licked and sucked all over each one. He pulled her skirt up and pulled her panties to the side as he continued to suck and lick her nipples. He slid his fingers across her clit and between her moist lips as her mouth opened and her head fell back in response. He slowly slid his fingers in and out of her pussy until his fingers were dripping and then rubbed her pussy juice across her nipples and then sucked her wetness back off. She grabbed his hand and took his fingers into her mouth and sucked the remaining wetness from them. Josh and Katie were frozen as they watched from the deck, not believing what the new neighbors were doing in their bathroom after just meeting them.

Trish reached down and felt the bulge in Sam's pants. Her pussy ached to feel his thick cock inside of her but she knew they needed to get back outside. She unzipped his shorts and pulled his erect cock out. She dropped to her knees and with his cock in one hand she began to lick circles around the head of his swollen member and down the underside of his shaft while her other hand massaged his tight balls. She wrapped her wet lips around his cock and slid down his shaft as far as she could go. She had one hand at the base of his cock with his balls and cock gripped together while her other hand stroked him as his cock slid in and out of her inviting mouth. He put one hand on the back of her head grabbing her hair. He took his cock in his hand and pulled it out of her mouth and circled the head of it across her wet lips. She slid her hand under her skirt and slid a couple of fingers inside her pussy and then pulled them out and stroked his cock with her pussy juices. She then took his cock back into her mouth so she could taste her own wetness. He knew that if he didn't stop now that he was going to fuck her right there in the bathroom. He reached down and slid her panties off and put them in the pocket of his shorts before placing his hard cock back into his shorts. Trish clasped her bra back together and buttoned her shirt back up as they tried to make themselves presentable before coming back out. 

Josh and Katie were still in a trance watching them go at it. Katie could feel her pussy flooding her panties and she noticed Josh's erection trying to bust out of his zipper. 

"Like what you see?' Katie asked looking at his cock.

Josh stumbled over his words as they went inside with the food. They heard the water running in the bathroom as Josh adjusted himself before they came out of the bathroom. The bathroom door opened and they both emerged. 

Josh had his back to them and turned slightly toward them and said "That's good timing, the food is done."

"Great!" said Sam. "I'm starving."

They all sat down to eat and had a few more drinks as Josh and Katie tried not to think about what they just witnessed. They talked about hobbies and what they liked to do for fun. Trish said that they don't have many hobbies because the kids keep them pretty busy. Josh asked which gym they used and realized that they all went to the same gym. 

"That's crazy that we've never seen y'all there." exclaimed Josh.

"We haven't been going very much lately with all the packing and moving and the kid's activities." Sam replied.

Trish told Katie that she was planning on going in the morning and asked if she would like to go with her. Katie agreed to go since she didn't really have anyone to go with besides Josh and he always took so long there. They agreed to go at 7:00 the next morning. Josh had to work the next day and Sam had some business to tend to later the next day and planned to sleep in.

"Well it's getting pretty late and we have a date in the morning." Trish said looking at Katie. "Thank you for inviting us over. We had a great time. It was nice hanging out with grownups instead of a bunch of teenagers." 

They all exchanged good nights and their new neighbors left.

"Gee, I wonder what they are going to go do since they don't have any kids tonight." Josh remarked with a grin on his face.



New Neighbors Ch. 02



The three months I've lived here have been a living hell for me and part of what's made it so unbearable is that I've enjoyed it. I can't even look at myself in the mirror without feeling disgust and hatred for the face staring back at me. Master David and Master Jim have turned me into a filthy, black cock worshipping pig. They have used me every day, since our first meeting. It wasn't long after that first night that they started sending their friends to my apartment as well. The whore in me couldn't resist it, at first. Hearing the doorbell and looking out to see large, black men waiting to come inside and use me has never failed to make my lil clit, as my Masters call it, rock hard. As I said, I enjoyed it at first and loved being a dirty pig for so many real men, but now it has gotten to be too much. I have no life away from my Masters. Its rare that there aren't groups of horny black men waiting on my doorstep, when I arrive home from work, and I'm kept on my hands and knees most of the evening. I rarely get more than a few hours of sleep and that's only after I've begged whomever is present to let me sleep. The worst part of my ordeal is my fear that I will contract some deadly STD, sooner or later. It will be difficult, but I know I must end this situation, no matter how much it angers my Masters. Until I have the opportunity to speak with Them, I'll simply ask my visitors to wear protection. At least, that way, I'll have some degree of protection. 

Fears of contracting something nasty had been on my mind all day, so, as I drove home, I stopped by a drug store and picked up a package of condoms. When I arrived home, a police car was parked in front of my apartment. My first thought was that someone had seen the large number of men coming and going from my apartment and had reported me for dealing drugs. I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, as I grabbed the bag of condoms and my briefcase and headed up to my apartment. I was followed up to the porch by the driver of the police car. He was fat, about 300 pounds, and smelled as though he hadn't showered in three weeks. His dark flesh was beaded with sweat and he carried a bag from one of the local fast food restaurants. I stopped at the door and turned to face him. "Can I help you, Officer?"

"Sergeant Phillips. And you know what I'm here for, faggot."

"Yes, Sir," I replied. I obediently opened the door and held it open for him. He walked into my home ahead of me and, by the time I'd closed and locked the door, He was sitting on my couch with his pants down around his ankles, eating his rather large meal. Draped down the cushion, between his legs, was the largest, blackest cock I'd ever seen. It wasn't even semi-hard and it had to be twelve inches in length. Its circumference was about equal to that of a beer can. Even from so far away, I could see the thick veins pulsing, as his cock twitched under the heat of my stare. He had big, heavy balls too, sprinkled with thick, curly, black hair. His nasty odor filled the air within my apartment, almost gagging me, but still I couldn't help but to stare at his cock.

"Get the fuck in here, faggot. I want my asshole licked, while I eat my lunch."

"Yes, Sir." He pulled his pants and underwear off and kicked them across the room. I knelt on the floor, as he spread his legs further apart and propped one foot up on the cushion. His ass smelled strong, as though he never washed it, even on those rare days when he did bathe. The stench only made me more eager to service him. I started licking as much of his ass crack as I could get at, stopping once in awhile to enjoy the smell of his filthy asshole. As my tongue began dancing around his sweaty asshole, it puckered ever so slightly, allowing me to suck his sphincter into my mouth. As I wrapped my lips around the puckered hole and slid my tongue inside, he released a loud, greasy fart. He laughed aloud, feeding me a few more wet farts, obviously amused that I knew not to stop servicing him. I wasn't amused at all; I was too busy cumming in my pants to be amused. I continued to lick and suck his asshole, determined to get him as clean as I possibly could. I could tell he was deliberately taking his time with his meal, which was fine with me. I hated myself for even thinking it, but I loved eating his asshole. In fact, I wasn't at all shy about asking him to fart in my mouth a few more times.

When he finally finished his meal, he grabbed his fat cock and started beating my forehead with it until I looked up at him. "You like this cock. Don't you, faggot?"

"Yes, Sir. Its beautiful."

He didn't say another word. He simply shoved it in my mouth and down my throat. I'd sucked enough black cock to know how to take it down my throat without gagging, but this monster certainly tested my abilities. I somehow managed to take its entire length down my throat without choking on it. After that, he let me suck it in my own way. I licked and sucked the length of it, enjoying the odor and taste of his sweaty flesh, before I moved down to take his huge balls in my mouth. I stuffed both balls in my mouth, swirling my tongue around them like a good whore. I moved my lips back up to the big, purplish head, licking and nibbling it, until I felt him twitch violently. He grabbed my head and pumped his huge cock in and out of my mouth, until his cum flooded my throat. He pulled out in time to shoot a few big, gooey globs of cum on my face. 

"You keep that cum on your face while I'm shoving my cock up your ass. I want you to look like a faggot pig."

"Yes, Sir." I reached back to grab the bag I had set on the end table and when he saw this, he asked me what was in the bag. I pulled out the box of condoms. "I'd appreciate it if you could..."

I never got to finish my request. As soon as he'd figured out what I was going to ask, he'd started kicking me. First in the face to send me sprawling, then in the ribs, as I lay on the floor. He beat me with his fists and kicked me, as he yelled at me. It wasn't long before the commotion brought my Masters running and, as they watched Sergeant Phillips beat the fuck out of me, they asked what I'd done.

"This faggot actually expects me to wear a rubber! What the fuck! I ain't got no fucking diseases!"

"He what," laughed Master David.

"Looks like we have another lesson to teach this sissy white boy," Master Jim said.

My body was rendered weak and defenseless by the beatings I took from the three of them. The more they beat me, the less strength I had to defend myself from their attacks. Blood poured from my nose and mouth and I actually heard a few of my ribs crack. They beat me senseless, until, finally, I threw up on the carpet. Only then, did they cease their attacks. Master Jim crouched beside me and grabbed my face in his large hand. He squeezed my face hard, as he tilted my face to look up at him.

"Let me be clear about this, faggot. You are our slave. This is not a game or some kind of sex play. We own you, literally. You will do anything and everything you are told to do. We don't give a fuck if you get AIDS, or whatever else your fucking worried about. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Master Jim." I then looked up at Sergeant Phillips. "I'm sorry for insulting You, Sir. May I please do something to make up for my bad behavior?"

He looked at my Masters. "I gotta take a piss and I expect this pig to drink it all."

"It will be an honor, Sir." My Masters, satisfied that I had learned my lesson, left us alone, just as he rested the head of his cock on my bottom lip. I relaxed my throat to let his hot piss flow down my throat. It was hard not to choke, but it was the only thing I could think of to prevent myself from spilling any of it. Finally, it slowed to a trinkle and then a drip. I sucked the few last drops from his cock head, as he once again shoved his cock down my throat. It was hard again within seconds, but, instead of letting me suck his big cock, he pulled out and bent me over the coffee table. He used no lube, other than what little saliva I had left on his cock, and granted me no mercy. He rammed the entire length of his cock up my ass in one fast thrust, as I cried out in pain. He shoved his foul underwear into my mouth to keep me from crying out any further, as he fucked me hard with his monstrous cock. The pain was unbearable at first, but my ass was soon taking his cock with ease. He fucked me for more than an hour, filling my ass with cum more times than I could count.

"Suck your shit off my cock, faggot. I'm far from done with you."

"Yes, Sir." As I knelt before him and cleaned his cock with my mouth, I could feel his cum oozing out of my used asshole. I was still suffering from the beating I'd taken, but I knew better than to let that interfere with his pleasure. I had learned that I was a complete slave to my Masters, at least until they got tired of me. I had no choice but to accept my fate. At the moment, that involved spending the rest of the night taking Sergeant Phillips' cock up my ass and down my throat.

To be continued...



New Neighbors Ch. 02



On Tuesday, Lindsay caught Cindy in her driveway after work. Lindsay was a little concerned with the reaction of her new neighbors to their little get-together that past Friday.

Little get together? Lindsay and her husband, Rich, had the newcomers over for an evening in their hot tub. Not exactly swingers, but Lindsay and Tom were willing and open to sex with other people. It hadn't happened a lot, but when the opportunity came along for sex with others, it was fine with them as long as they both knew about it. They did not want to cheat on each other. 

Then Cindy and Tom moved in next door, and their first Friday there the four of them ended up in the hot tub having hot oral sex with the other's spouse. Then came the trouble. They hadn't been seen since. Lindsay and Rich left them alone in case Cindy or Tom had regrets, but it had been long enough with no indication. So Lindsay decided to talk with Cindy.

"Hey, neighbor," she said to Cindy. "How have you guys been?"

"Hi, Lindsay. We've been good. Feeling a little strange."

"Because of Friday?" Lindsay asked.

"Yeah," Cindy laughed nervously. "It was really a strange evening." She had trouble looking Lindsay in the eye.

"So you feel sorry for what we did?"

"No!" Cindy answered quickly. Slower then, "No, I don't. It was really - exciting." She looked at Lindsay, smiling broadly.

"Then Tom regrets it?"

Cindy hesitated. "I'm not sure. We haven;t talked about it."

"Really?" Lindsay was very surprised. "You haven't talked about it at all?"

"No, it was like - all weekend we tried to avoid mentioning it." Cindy thought for a moment. "But we had really hot sex on Saturday. Twice. And Sunday. And last night."

Lindsay laughed. "Well, it sounds to me like he had a great time. He's still turned on!"

"Yeah, maybe. I know I am!"

Lindsay felt better now. "Why don't you guys talk about it? Maybe we could get together some more. If you want." Lindsay noticed Cindy was acting nervous. "But, hey, if you guys don't want to, that's cool. We can still be friends."

"Sure, we can be friends. We really like you guys."

Lindsay said, "We don't want thing to be weird between us. If you feel strange about the sex, tell me, and it will never come up again."

Cindy looked at her. "I'll talk to Tom and let you know."

When Tom got home he kissed Cindy passionately, and felt her up more than usual as well. Like he had been doing since Friday night.

Cindy took the opportunity to bring up the subject. "Do you think we should talk about Friday?"

"That was a strange night," Tom said.

Cindy kept going. "You seem to be pretty turned on since that happened,"

Tom looked a little embarrassed. "You don't seem to mind."

"No, I don't. But is it because of when you were with Lindsay?"

"Babe, you are the only woman I will ever want."

"So you didn't like sex with Lindsay?" she asked.

They looked at each other for a moment, then both burst out laughing.

Then he got serious. trying to choose his words carefully. "I really liked Friday with Lindsay. But I would never want it to come between us."

Cindy asked, "Then you'd want to do it again?"

"Is that a trick question? How do you feel about it? And about you and Rich?"

Cindy was afraid of saying too much, but she thought she knew how he felt. "I would never want it to come between us, either. But I liked it, too. I liked what I did and I liked what you did. But mostly I liked what we did afterward. That's what I really liked."

Tom started to get excited. "Are you saying that you like being with Rich enough to do it again?"

"If you wanted to, if you wanted me to. Did Lindsay turn you on?" she asked.

"Well, yes. I could do it again. But only if it didn't cause us any problems."

Cindy smiled at Tom. "It certainly seems to have helped our sex life lately!"

"God, I love you," he said, hugging her tightly.

Cindy asked, "Do you want to tell them we want to do it again?"

After they ate they decided to go next door to Rich and Lindsay's. Walking through their back yards, they found the couple in back. Rich was dressed only in boxers, Lindsay had on shorts, but was topless. When she saw the couple coming she sat down and draped an arm over her breasts.

"What are you two up to?" Cindy asked jokingly.

Rich said, "We told you it can be risque back here."

His wife agreed. "You better be careful back here." She was looking at CIndy when she asked, "Or don't you want to be?"

CIndy smiled back at her. "Why be careful?"

Lindsay smiled back. "Is that right?" She knew that they must have decided to go ahead.

After sitting down and talking for a few minutes, Lindsay, still covering her breasts with her arm, said, "I'm feeling a little exposed here. Maybe I should get dressed."

"Or maybe not," said her husband. It was stated as a challenge.

Tom and Cindy looked at each other, a last check to be sure it was okay with each of them. Cindy then slowly pulled her arm into her shirt, then the other arm and then, again with a look towards her husband, pulled the shirt over her head. 

There were smiles all around as Cindy stood there in her bra. It wasn't one of her nicest, as she hadn't expected to be showing it to anyone. But with her large, shapely breasts, she looked extremely good. Her smooth beautiful skin led into her deep cleavage, her bra giving enough support to show them off, but it wasn't really necessary. She unclasped her bra and let it fall off, proving that her breasts could hold their shape on their own. Falling just a little without support, they came to a point at her upturned nipples, sitting in a field of her darker areoles. 

Tom hurried to catch up, ripping his shirt off quickly though no one paid much attention until he started fumbling with his pants.

Lindsay quickly jumped up and rushed to his side. Well, actually to his front.

"Can I help?" she asked.

"No, I'm okay," Tom started to say, but he stopped himself. Of course he should let her help. Man, he wasn't used to this! Together they unfastened his pants and let them drop to the floor, then pulled his boxers down. His penis was only partly hard, but still looked eager.

Cindy went over to Rich, still wearing his boxers, and pulled them off. She was enjoying this.

Looking at the two semi erections, Lindsay said, "I think Tom's is bigger."

"Really?" asked Cindy. "Are you sure?"

"No, not for sure, actually. Maybe we should investigate." They pushed the guys closer until they were standing with their hips together. Each woman held a penis in her hand, letting it lay out straight. Lindsay bounced Tom's dick in her hand a bit.

"Do they need to be hard before we measure?" she asked.

"Sure," said Cindy. "That's only fair. Plus it's more fun." That brought a laugh from all four.

The women started stroking their dicks, Cindy twisting hers and Lindsay squeezing Tom's balls. Both guys had full erections long before the girls were done playing.

"Oh, yeah, I told you Tom's was bigger," said Lindsay excitedly.

"Well, Rich's is nearly as big. Not much difference," answered Cindy. 

"I'll grant you that," Lindsay smiled. "It does feel great inside."

Cindy looked at her, then at Rich's dick. "Oh, God, I'm getting wet!"

"Would you like to feel that inside you?" asked Lindsay.

"Mmmmm," said Cindy, then snapped out of her dreamy state. "Oh, no, I don't think so."

Rich looked down at the women and their dicks. "Ladies, you seem to be wasting an opportunity."

The girls looked at each other and smiled. Lindsay took Tom's dick in her hand and licked the head, then looked over at Cindy. Cindy followed her lead by imitating her actions. Lindsay then took the head in her mouth and sucked her cheeks hollow. Cindy again followed her lead. Lindsay then stuffed nearly the whole dick into her mouth. Cindy tried to follow, but couldn't get as much into her mouth and coughed it out as she nearly choked.

Rich lifted her up, saying, "I think it's time the guys weren't the only naked people here." He cupped Cindy's large breasts, squeezing them firmly as he leaned in and kissed her. She kissed back, their mouths opening and tongues finding each other. He pinched her nipples and slid down her body until he could take a nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it, forcing the nipple into the small gap between his teeth, forcing it in and out, causing a gasp from Cindy. He started pulling her shorts and panties off, and she stepped out of them.

Tom was treating Lindsay about the same way, it being his turn to play follow the leader. He especially enjoyed her nipples. Though Lindsay's breasts were a little smaller than Cindy's, they were also firm and shapely, and her nipples were larger and very firm. They felt rubbery as he played with them in his mouth. Soon all four of them were naked and excited.

Rich turned Cindy around and ran his hands all over her body. Turning her around and facing her back, his hands easily could reach around her to feel her breasts as well as her pussy, while his hard erection was pushed firmly against her ass. After feeling her up royally for a few minutes he pushed her forward two steps and bent her over, having her lean on the back of a bench.

Rich's erection slid along Cindy's wet slit. He pushed his hips backward and forward, letting her lips part along his shaft while his cock head found her clit. It rubbed against it with each push forward, causing Cindy to moan each time his penis flicked it. He looked over at Tom, who had Lindsay in a similar position just two feet away. Rich reached around to find Cindy's tit hanging down from her and pushed it, smiling at Tom as he caused Cindy's tit to swing. Each guy took turns swinging a tit for the other's amusement, enjoying the playfulness even as their cocks kept sliding along the gash beneath them.

Rich stopped playing and stopped moving his hips. He stopped moving his penis and reached underneath, pushing his penis against Cindy's cunt to align it with her hole. Realizing he was about to fuck her, Cindy pulled away a bit and said, "No, don't. I don't think - I'm not ready for that."

"Okay, Babe, that's okay. No one is doing anything you don't want," assured Rich. He looked over at Tom and suggested, "Maybe you should fuck her."

Tom was primed to fuck someone. He had hoped to stick it into Lindsay, but sure, he was willing to fuck his wife. 

Tom pulled away from Lindsay and the guys switched positions. Tom slid his cock into his wife's wet gash. As soon as his shaft was coated well with her juices, he found her hole and shoved his cock into her. Both moaning at the intrusion, they seemed to forget that there was another couple right beside them. But just moments later Tom looked over at the noisy couple and saw Rich plowing into Lindsay. This only made Tom hotter. Seeing this couple fucking, and right beside them, as well as them seeing him fucking his wife, was unexpected but exciting. Never had either of these things happened to him before.

Cindy was just as excited for the same reasons. Tom was pushing into her cunt, not quickly pumping but each thrust pounded deep within her. She was loving every second, and also loved turning her head to see her new friend being pounded as well. It was very exciting, and it flashed through her mind how exciting it would be for Rich to be pounding into her. Maybe she shouldn't have refused Rich's cock when it was offered. When would she ever get a chance like this again?

"Stop!" Cindy said, louder and more desperate than she realized. Everyone stopped fucking and turned to her to see what was wrong. Some of the blood seemed to drain from everyone's genitals at the supposed emergency. 

Cindy continued. "Rich. Fuck me. I want your cock in me." My God, Cindy wondered to herself what had come over her. She wouldn't have even thought about this a few days ago, now she was willing to beg to feel this strange man's cock inside her. And with an audience as well.

Tom was surprised, both because his wife wanted to fuck another man, and also because she seldom talked like that. He didn't know if the language turned him on more, or that he realized he might be fucking Lindsay in a moment. Okay, he realized, fucking Lindsay would be better, but he still liked his wife's obscene language. 

"Are you sure?" Rich asked, though he already had pulled his prick out of his wife.

"Yes," CIndy moaned. "Fuck me."

Rich moved over behind CIndy nearly pushing Tom over behind Lindsay. Both men sunk their dicks into the women's pussies. There was moaning from all four of them as they felt something they hadn't felt before. It's amazing how a similar pussy can feel so different to a man. And, though both men's dicks were similar in size and shape, they felt unique to the women as they slid into their new cunts.

Cindy had a brief feeling of regret as she felt Rich's cock push into her depths. It was the first cock she had felt other than her husband's since they were married. Hell, since they had started dating. Her regret was short-lived, however, as she enjoyed the amazement of the new feelings that were welling up inside her. Deep inside her. Rich seemed to be reaching places that her husband had not, or at least touching them in a new way. Both the mental and physical feelings overwhelmed her, and she was soon pushing her hips back into him, yelping with each thrust, and then giving in to a shattering orgasm that nearly caused her to collapse onto the deck floor. Rich wasn't done, though, and he held one arm under her for support through her orgasm. He drilled his cock in deep as she shook, holding it there until she was nearly done before he continued pumping into her.

Hearing his wife's erotic moaning and orgasm got Tom's attention, though only momentarily. His dick was exploring Lindsay's insides too well for him to contemplate Cindy's actions. He reached around to grab hold of Lindsay's swaying tits. Though not as big as Cindy's, they were still rather large and quite firm. He held one in each hand, pulling on them with each thrust, finding the large, hard nipple of one and pinching it hard enough to make Lindsay shriek a little extra. 

He was pounding into her harder now, and moved his hands to her hips to pull her into him as he thrust. She was pushing back as well, so their pelvises were thumping into each other hard. His balls had been swinging, hitting her ass with each thrust, but they were tightening up now, getting ready to shoot their load. Tom was groaning as he tried to get more of himself into her. One hand found her slit underneath her and latched on to her clit, causing Lindsay to cry out. Tom drove in a couple more times, holding himself deep into Lindsay, the third time letting go and spurting his seed into her cunt with a loud, low growl, the hardest orgasm he had had in recent memory. 

Lindsay was going wild, feeling his cum spray her insides while his hand squashed her clit against herself. She rotated her hips to press his cock against every little bit of her vagina wall. He pulled out a little and pushed back in as his cock finished its pulsing, and she pushed back into it hard, not wanting to let it go. She needed him to hold his erection deep inside her for just a moment longer, as she was reaching her own climax. Bucking into him, into his cock, into his hand, feeling his hand again finding her nipple and yanking it roughly, painfully, and then she exploded. Deep inside her body, she felt the explosion, ripping her apart, radiating out from her cunt to her nipple to her fingertips and her toes. She screamed into the night as if she was being murdered, gripping the bench with her knuckles turning white, her body stiff, though inside her cunt was contracting tightly around the shaft that pierced her core. 

Lindsay collapsed onto the bench in a heap, face down, too spent to turn herself around. Meanwhile, her husband had been driven to the edge with Cindy's orgasm and her tight pussy gripping his shaft. But when Lindsay began her orgasm, it took Rich over the edge as well. His cock swelled and began shooting into Cindy's cunt just as Lindsay was starting to come down from her high. He shot stream after stream into Cindy, while looking at the convulsions of Lindsay's body. After he was done his cock remained hard, fortunately for Cindy. She had been playing with her own clit with one hand while watching the erotic scene of Lindsay's climax, and when Rich had finished cumming he took over rubbing her clit. Between her clit being stimulated and the big erection still deep inside her, she climaxed again. Not as earth shattering as Lindsay's, or even as much as her first one, but a very welcome relief from all the stimulation she had gotten since her first orgasm of the night.

As they all sat on the deck, breathing hard, trying to get their bearings and replay in their minds just what had happened, Lindsay was finally able to pull herself from the face-down ball she had wrapped herself into and sit on her ass, leaning onto Tom's shoulder for still-needed support. He wrapped his arm around her for comfort. Rich had his arm around CIndy but his hand was draped over her breast, his fingers playing with her nipple and her tit. She in turn had her hand in his lap, absently playing with his soft dick. When Tom reached for Lindsay's breast he tweaked her nipple, causing her to cry out in pain. That was the one he had pulled on so hard, so he moved over to the other breast and nipple which caused a soft murmur of approval from her.

It was several minutes before anyone moved any more than that, or said anything at all. Lindsay finally lifted herself off Tom and leaned over onto her husband, causing everyone to shift. Lindsay and Rich hugged and stroked, while Tom moved around in front to take Cindy into a warm embrace. Several more minutes passed with no other action until finally Rich broke the silence.

"Welcome to the neighborhood," he said to Tom and CIndy. They all laughed, then he asked, "Are you okay?"

CIndy and Tom looked at each other, then at him, and nodded.

Cindy said, "That was terrific. I never knew, never expected it to happen, let alone feel so great."

"Oh, fuck!" said Lindsay, finally coming out her near-coma. "Amazing. That was great." She looked at Cindy. "Please tell me that you two will want to do that again sometime."

Cindy and Tom looked at each other, smiled, then both said, "Oh, Yeah!"



New Neighbors Ch. 02



After Jeffrey's breathing returned to normal and his cock began to soften, he laughed and told me to continue to keep his cock in my mouth.

"After all," he continued, "you are still tied up and rather at my mercy wouldn't you say?"

I managed a "mmmppphh!" and nodded. I, too, was enjoying the moment. 

We remained like that for a few minutes—me tied hand and foot, wearing his mohair sweater, his cock in my mouth and him relaxing on the couch, legs spread, enjoying the delighted afterglow all men have when they have just received a blow job. In his case, I was sure his contentment had been increased immensely by his seduction of me and my submission to him.

Then he gently pulled my mouth off his cock and re-gagged me with the leather penis gag. He untied both my mohair scarf blindfold and the rope that was binding my ankles together and stood me up, holding me in a gentle embrace.

"I take it you are OK since I can feel your remarkably hard cock pressing against me. Are you ready for your first blow job by a man?"

I nodded and he led me upstairs to their spare bedroom.

He untied my wrists and had me lay down on the bed on my back. Out of a drawer he produced four fur-lined leather cuffs which he gently buckled onto each of my wrists and ankles. My cock was throbbing with excitement and he kissed it softly and sweetly after he had the last ankle cuff on me. He then tied each wrist and each ankle to a separate post on the king-sized bed. I was quite effectively spread-eagled. I was amazed at how good it all felt and I closed my eyes and ran my tongue over the rubber penis that was gagging me.

"Would you like the scarf back on as a blindfold?" Jeffrey asked.

Once again I nodded and made a soft mmmmppphh of pleasure as he tied it in place. I expected him to immediately begin sucking me but was surprised once again when I felt some kind of lotion on each of my thighs. His strong fingers began rubbing the lotion. Of course, he had full access to my body and I could do nothing about it but moan into my gag which I did.

"You like it," he said laughing. "So do I my friend. It brings back such nice memories of my first seduction into bondage by my neighbor all those years ago. He liked to do just this very thing to me—massage my thighs while he had me helpless and gagged, waiting for him to put his lips on my rock-hard cock. I still dream about those encounters which is why I am so delighted to have found a new playmate.

I made a mental note to ask him what happened to his older friend although I suspected Jeffrey would tell me soon enough.

Jeffrey was lost in his memories as his fingers stroked my thighs. Occasionally, he would run a finger up and down the shaft of my cock and giggle when I moaned into my gag.

"We had quite the fling," he continued. "Once a month we would spend the weekend together at this remote mountain cabin that had been in his family for decades. He would dress me up in a variety of wool-based outfits, bind and gag me in every way he could think of—to a post outside, on the bed, to a chair, you name it and I was probably tied to it. I loved it and I loved all those blow jobs even more.

"Speaking of which, it is time for yours, I do believe."

When he took me into his mouth I thought I would explode right then and there. It certainly did not take long for that to happen. After all, I had been teased and stroked and fondled and touched and kissed for almost an hour. It seemed like my cock had been hard the entire day. I couldn't believe the strength of my ejaculation. It was like I was nineteen again. Jeffrey had given me a sucking that was my own private anti-aging remedy.

When my cock softened, Jeffrey slowly, while dragging his lips along my shaft, disengaged from me. He then untied me from my spread-eagle, and took off both my gag and my blindfold.

"Care to stick around a while?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

I nodded and managed a "Sure" which brought a smile to his face.

"Wonderful," he said. How does some time in our hot tub followed by a glass or two of a fine single-malt sound?"

I nodded again and said, "It sounds, well, wonderful."

"Good," he said, "Now, please take off my sweater and leave it on the bed. I'll be right back with some robes."

The robes were plush white terrycloth like you find in upscale hotels. His was monogrammed with his initials while mine was unadorned. 

As we went downstairs on our way to what he called their spa room, I asked him what had happened to his older friend.

"Well, he was a good forty years older than me so, as you can guess, he has passed on. It happened about a year after Stephen and I got together. In fact, Richard was the one who introduced us.

"Let me answer the other question that I suspect is on your mind. Stephen and I have an open relationship. We are very careful in choosing who we play with outside of our relationship. I am, as you have probably guessed, rather fond of seducing married men who have not had a chance to explore their bisexual sides. He enjoys that as well but also has a thing for accomplished crossdressers."

I was silent on this information until we had shed our robes and we had both slowly lowered our naked bodies into the 103 degree water in their large hot tub which was inside a detached building in their back yard.

"When we first looked at this house," Jeffrey said, "this was what sold us on it. Our "spa" room, we call it. Sometimes, after a good soak, we will just sit out here and enjoy the moment. 

"By the way, my friend, any second thoughts on my seducing you into a sweater, then tying you up and the exchanging those blow jobs?"

"No, no second thoughts at all," I said. "In fact, Jeffrey, it was wonderful, absolutely wonderful."

"Excellent," he said, a rather mischievous smile appearing on his face and I had the feeling that it would not be too long before the curtain would rise on a second act.

After we got out of the hot tub, dried off, and put our robes back on, we went back into the house. Jeffrey showed me the bottle of single-malt and I nodded. We took our glasses down the half flight of stairs to their "family" room which was dominated by a large-screen, flat panel HDTV and all of the assorted boxes that contain the satellite hookup, the DVD player, the DVR and so on.

We sat next to each other on the eight-foot long black leather couch and sipped our drinks.

"Wow," I said, "this Scotch is great."

"Sip it," he instructed. "As I suspect you have guessed, we are going to play some more. But first, I have something special to show you."

He opened a drawer and picked out a DVD.

"Eric," he said, grinning. "How much porn do you watch?"

"Not much," I confessed. "The few times I watched some, it just didn't do the trick."

"I understand completely," Jeffrey said. "It was exactly the same for us, especially given our rather specialized tastes—wool for me and crossdressers for Stephen.

"We are fortunate to be quite well off financially. And it turns out that you can pay a porn company to produce what they call a custom video. So that is just what we did. I wrote the script and we went down to Los Angeles and this is the result."

He put the DVD into the machine and I took another sip of the single-malt. The title, "Bound and Gagged Detectives," flashed on the screen and then the show began.

It started off with what I thought was a woman in early twenties with beautiful long black hair that cascaded over her shoulders putting the finishing touches on our make-up in front of a mirror. I was not at all surprised that she was wearing a pink mohair sweater, a knee-length pleated white woolen skirt and knee-high black leather boots.

Jeffrey put his hand on my thigh and whispered in my ear, "Isn't that a gorgeous image. The hardest part of this whole thing was finding just the right crossdresser to play our version of Nancy Drew."

All I could say was "Wow! I certainly can't tell that's a guy."

He giggled and said, "In a little while there will be no doubt."

On the screen, the door opened behind "Nancy" and two men rushed up to her. I was amazed again to see that it was Stephen and Jeffrey. Stephen put his hand over Nancy's mouth while Jeffrey showed her his gun. They were dressed in black woolen turtlenecks, black leather pants, black motorcycle boots and black leather gloves. Jeffrey had a black backpack on.

On the screen, Jeffrey said, "Hello, Nancy. You and your buddy, Joe Hardy, have been doing entirely too much snooping around in our business. The two of you are going to be taught a lesson you will always remember."

Nancy complained but all that came out was a series of mmmppphhs causing the two older men to laugh. Jeffrey stuck the gun in Nancy's face and said "are you going to be a good girl or do we have to be a little rough with you?"

That caused the pretty young thing to quiet down and the two men quickly went to work. When they were done Nancy's wrists were cuffed behind her and a ball gag had been inserted into her mouth and strapped into place. They hustled her into the living room and sat her down on a couch. Jeffrey produced two long lengths of white rope and Nancy's ankles and knees were knotted together. Stephen sat down next her on the couch and began idly to play with bound and gagged sweater girl with his hands. He caressed her hair and whispered something in her ear which resulted in another series of mmmppphhs, a lot weaker and a lot less indignant than the first set of muffled words.

I was entranced by the video. It had everything that had turned me on so much just a little earlier—bondage, sweaters, and I suspected that blow jobs would be coming along pretty soon. I felt my own cock begin to stir. I squirmed on the couch, causing Jeffrey to laugh.

His hand moved from my thigh to my cock and he said as he ran a finger along my rapidly hardening shaft, "I can see you like the show."

I managed a soft "Of course."

On screen, the door opened and a quite handsome young man, also in his early twenties, entered the room. He had medium-length blond hair that had some soft curls in it around his ears. He was wearing a turtleneck sweater of thick, almost luxurious, white wool, blue jeans, running shoes and white socks. This was the fourth member of the cast, Joe Hardy.

Jeffrey and Stephen sprang into action while Nancy squealed into her gag from her helpless position on the couch. This time it was Jeffrey who grabbed the young man and hand-gagged him while Stephen showed him the gun. The combination of the gun, two assailants and the sight of his pretty partner helplessly bound and gagged was too much and Joe Hardy was soon cuffed,, gagged with another ball gag, and pushed onto the couch next to Nancy where, like her, his ankles and knees were knotted together with long lengths of white rope.

"Oh my!" I said, not really sure whether I was more excited by the on-screen bondage or Jeffrey's insistent fingers. I took another sip of the single malt and was surprised when Jeffrey reached for the remote and paused the show.

"It's time for us to be properly dressed, don't you think?" he told me. "Stay right there. I'll be right back with some things that will be remarkably appropriate for us."

He went quickly up the stairs and I heard his feet above me, no doubt retrieving both sweaters and bondage gear. My rock-hard cock throbbed with excitement, amazing me. There was usually a much longer recovery time between ejaculations. I was tempted to play with myself before he returned but did not want to spoil in any way the scenario Jeffrey wished to play out.

He returned with an armful of clothes and, of course, rope, cuffs and the leather penis gag I was intimately familiar with. He had already pulled on the sweater he had worn in the video as well as pair of black silk boxers. I could see the bulge of his cock through the boxers.

"Stand up and shed the robe," he told me. I did as instructed. My eyes widened when I saw what he had in mind for me to wear. It was an ankle-length mohair sweater dress in a pale yellow, complete with a rather large turtleneck collar. My eyes also took in a pair of matching yellow wool socks and, finally a pair of yellow mohair mittens.

"Do you need some help," he said, a smirk on his face.

I smiled and said, "No, Jeffrey, I think I can manage this."

In a minute or so I was wearing more wool than I had ever worn before. The sweater dress felt, well, fantastic. I was hooked on this fetish and, frankly, was becoming quite hooked on this man. It didn't take Jeffrey long to cuff my arms behind me with a pair of metal handcuffs and to gently put the business end of the penis gag in my mouth and buckle it into place. He then spent a few delightful minutes fondling and caressing the dress that covered me and, to my delight, the still rock hard cock underneath all that mohair.

He sat me back down, knelt before me, and tied my ankles together with a long length of white rope.

"There," he said, "you look good enough to eat. Which will happen soon enough. But now it's time to see what happens to our young bound and gagged detectives?"

He pressed play on the remote and the action resumed on screen. The bound and gagged detectives squirmed and wriggled for a couple of minutes on the couch. It was clear to me, bound and gagged as I was, that those two were not going anywhere.

Jeffrey, his right hand caressing my thigh, laughed and said, "It's part of the bondage video genre. There needs to be a shot of the tied and gagged folks struggling against their bonds. Personally, I think it is just a device to allow those watching time to jack off.

"I bet you wish you had that opportunity right now,, don't you?"

I nodded and managed a rather unimpressive "mmmpppphhh" into my gag.

Jeffrey and Stephen re-entered the scene on screen. They sat on the couch, Stephen next to Nancy and Jeffrey next to Joe.

"How are you two doing?" Jeffrey asked, smiling. His right hand played with Joe's hair, causing the bound and gagged detective to squirm and protest into his gag.

"Perhaps you are regretting snooping around in our affairs? Or perhaps, with your finely tuned detectives' eyes, you have already noticed the bulges in our pants and have realized what the most important part of your lesson is going to be."

This caused both bound detectives to squirm and to make those muffled gagged sounds bondage fans love so much. The camera spent a moment or two on each one's face as they both shook their heads back and forth.

"It's not really your decision, is it?" Jeffrey said as he and Stephen arranged their captives on the floor and on their knees, Nancy in front of Stephen and Joe in front of Jeffrey.

Jeffrey told me, his arm now around my wool-covered shoulders, "This was really fun when we did it. I was hoping for multiple takes but it worked out quite fine the very first time. Of course, Eric, with you there are going be a lot more than just one time."

I nodded and produced what I hoped was a satisfactory "mmmppphhh!"

On screen, both Jeffrey and Stephen now had their rock-hard cocks out and were teasing their bound and gagged captives by rubbing the tips across each captive's ball-gag.

The actors playing Nancy and Joe mmmpphhed and squealed but they nodded meekly when Stephen said, "It's showtime. You both know what to do when the gags come off?"

From my own bound and gagged position on the couch, I watched intently as Joe and Nancy worked. They were quite good, obviously well practiced, and they basically made love to those cocks with their mouths. There were kisses and licks up and down their captors' cocks. They were told to lick each captor's balls and they did. The close-up camera captured all of this. Another camera was behind the bound and gagged detectives and that showed Jeffrey and Stephen in ecstasy as their captives worked. We could also see the handcuffs pinning their arms behind them and the rope encircling each set of ankles. I squirmed and actually moaned into my own gag causing Jeffrey to laugh. "Your time will be quite soon my friend, quite soon indeed."

The camera zoomed in close on the action. Joe and Nancy were very slowly moving their lips up and down Jeffrey and Stephen's cocks. No doubt due to an off-screen signal they picked up the pace and both Jeffrey and Stephen came at once. The bound detectives pulled back to allow the camera to capture the cum shooting out of the cocks.

Once their on-screen ejaculations were finished, Jeffrey whispered into my ear, "It's showtime for us now my friend" and he paused the video.

(to be continued) 



New Neighbors Ch. 02



I just let go. Of everything. I completely surrendered and went with it.

Opening my mouth to Frank's kiss, my arms went around his waist, pulling him tighter to me. My hands slid down to his butt and squeezed. I felt more than heard Frank moaning into my mouth. 

I couldn't take it, I was over the top with new sensations! Breaking the kiss, I leaned back so I could look at Frank, all the while keeping our cocks pressed together. My hands came back to his hips and I slid my fingers into the waistband of his shorts. Pushing downward on his shorts, I dropped down to my knees in front of him. The spandex turned inside-out as I peeled it down off his hips. Kneeling, his cock was directly in front of my face as it sprang free of the tight material. It bounded straight up into my face, sticking straight out from his body. Frank was clean-shaven and circumcised, and the head of his cock was already dripping with pre-cum.

Mesmerized, I slid my left hand up his thigh, encircling the base of his cock with my hand. As I slid my hand up the length of his shaft toward the head, Frank tilted his head back and moaned softly. Squeezing just a little bit, I slid my hand back to the base of his cock and leaned forward. Sticking out my tongue, I licked the pre-cum from his cock, making a kissing motion with my mouth on the head of his cock.

I pulled his cock from my lips so I could savor the taste of his cum; I couldn't believe how good it felt to have his cock in my hand! My right hand fell to my own crotch, and as I squeezed my cock through my shorts, I took his head into my mouth. Closing my eyes, I felt myself moan at the sensations I was feeling. I had my hand on my rock-hard erection and a cock in my mouth!

Keeping my eyes closed, I slid my hand back down his shaft, leaning forward to take even more of his cock into my mouth. Pressing downward on his cock, I slid my mouth back until his head was just pressed on my lips. I could tell I wouldn't be able to get his entire cock into my mouth, so as I slid my mouth back down his shaft, I kept my hand wrapped around the base of his cock. Perfect! I could comfortably suck him like this, and my hand would take care of some extra stimulation for the part I couldn't get into my mouth!

I was beginning to fall into a rhythm, moaning around Frank's cock when I felt a hand on my head. At first, I kept my eyes closed, stroking and sucking, assuming it was Frank's hand. As I felt the hand move, it occurred to me there was no way Frank's hand could turn that way. Opening my eyes as I slid Frank's cock from my mouth, I was somewhat surprised to see Cindy standing next to me, running her hand over my head and smiling as I gave her husband a blowjob.

"We should go inside where we can get more comfortable", Cindy said. 

Reluctantly removing my hand from Frank's cock, I pulled his shorts all the way down to his ankles. Frank kicked off his shoes, and I pulled his shorts all the way off. With one more squeeze of his cock, I stood up. "Lead the way", I said, licking my lips and smiling at Frank.

We barely made it inside and through the kitchen before Cindy turned to me and pulled her shirt over her head. Dropping it on the floor, she reached for the snap of her shorts, all the while looking me directly in the eyes. "Do you like looking at my breasts, Jeremy? I know you like Frank's cock, can you suck my nipples like you sucked his cock?"

I took a half-step toward Cindy and reached toward her. I closed my hands around her breasts, capturing her nipple between my fingers and gently squeezed. Cindy's eyes closed and a moan escaped her lips as her shorts slid down her legs to puddle at her feet. At the same time, I felt Frank step up behind me and place his hands on my hips, pressing his erection against my ass. I leaned forward to plant a kiss on Cindy's lips as I felt Frank's cock rubbing against me from behind. Cindy grabbed my head with both hands and forced her tongue into my mouth, stepping out of her shorts and pressing against my body. My hands left her beautiful little breasts as she moved forward, sliding around her sides and down her back, finally cupping her ass covered only in a tiny pair of panties. 

Cindy's ass felt great! I never noticed how firm it was; she always wore loose-fitting baggy shorts. I was in the middle of a happy sandwich; Frank's hard cock pressing against my ass, and Cindy grinding against my pounding erection!

Cindy broke our kiss and leaned away from me, looking down at my grime-covered chest. "We should really do something about that", she said, reaching for a dishtowel. "Looks like you're dirty all the way down", she said with a smile, running the towel under the faucet. "Why don't you lose those shorts?" she asked, turning off the water. 

It took me all of 2 seconds to rid myself of my shorts and underwear; as I got undressed, Frank pulled his shirt over his head, and Cindy wiggled out of her panties. Except for a little strip down the middle, Cindy was shaved clean. She stepped closer to me, damp towel in hand. Was this really happening? Was I standing naked in my neighbors' kitchen, with them naked too? Testing my theory, I reached my right hand out and grabbed Frank's cock, and cupped Cindy's breast in my left hand. 

Cindy smiled as she started cleaning the dirt from my chest. "Mmm, this is going to be nice, isn't it, Frank?"

Frank's hand wrapped around my erection, gently stroking it as he replied, "Oh, yes. Very nice."



New Neighbors Ch. 02



Josh and Katie got everything cleaned up before heading off to bed and joked about what they had witnessed earlier through the bathroom window. 

"That was interesting." Josh said.

"I can't believe that they did that." replied Katie. "And I can't believe how hard you got watching them." slapping him on the arm.

"It's not like you were looking away either." he exclaimed smacking her on the ass as they walked down the hall. "I'm sure your panties were pretty wet."

"Maybe." Not wanting to let on to how horny it made her.

They were changing their clothes as Katie noticed that Josh's cock was a little thicker from them talking about it. 

They climbed into the bed and turned the TV on as they continued joking about it. They were both getting excited talking about it and Josh's cock was now fully erect. He pulled the covers back and pulled his shorts to one side and pulled his massive erection and tight balls out and began to stroke it. The light from the TV illuminating his hard shaft. He had his balls in one hand while stroking his cock with the other. Katie loves to watch him stroke himself. It makes her so wet. 

"Well I can see someone is horny." Katie said with a smile on her face.

"Like that didn't make you wet." Josh shot back. "Let me feel your pussy, I bet you're still wet."

He continued to move his hand up and down the length of his shaft as he smiled knowing that she loved to watch him. 

She still wouldn't give in and tell him that she was wet. Josh slid his hand up her thigh while he continued stroking himself and she opened her legs giving him access to find out for himself. He slid his hand down her panties and his finger slides between her wet pussy lips with ease. 

"Just what I thought." he said smiling.

He continues sliding his finger up and down her slit touching her clit very lightly. Her hips slowly moving up and down now. She reaches in the drawer of the bedside table and pulls out her vibrator and turns it on. She pulls her panties down and rubs it against her swollen clit. She slides it up and down her pussy to get it wet and moves back to her swollen clit while watching Josh stroke himself. 

Josh reaches over and pulls her shirt up and sucks her nipple into his mouth. It pops out of his mouth causing her boob to bounce. He gently bites her nipple and continues sucking her nipples into his mouth. His free hand massaging her breasts. She continues rubbing her clit with the vibrator as Josh slides his shorts off. He moves his cock up to her mouth. She licks the head of his cock then licks up and down his shaft the way that Trish did to Sam. Katie takes him into her mouth as he lets out a moan. Her mouth is warm and wet and her tongue is pressing against his cock as she moves it in and out of her mouth. Josh pulls his cock out of her mouth and circles it across her wet lips the way that Sam did to Trish. Katie's lips part wanting to suck it back into her mouth. Josh gently grabs the back of her head and holds her head still and guides his cock into her mouth. His hips move back and forth as he begins to fuck her warm, wet mouth. 

Josh reaches down between her legs and slides a finger into her wet pussy as she continues rubbing her clit with her vibrator. He pulls his finger out of her pussy and puts it his mouth and sucks her wetness from it. He grabs her breast and pulls his cock from her mouth and rubs the head of his dick all around her nipple and between her breasts. Her spit providing plenty of lubrication. He grabs his cock and strokes his shaft against her breast. She slides the vibrator inside of her juicy pussy and fucks herself fast with it. Her pussy begins to tighten as she feels her climax coming on. She returns the vibrator to her clit as her pussy tightens and begins to contract. Her muscles tense with each wave of pleasure and her legs slam shut as the vibrator is unletting on her clit. Her juices running out of her pussy and down her ass onto the sheets. Josh moves his cock back to her mouth and fucks her mouth as she orgasms. Her moaning is causing a vibration that spreads across his head and down his shaft. He feels his balls tighten and pulls his cock from the vacuum of her mouth and strokes his saliva covered cock as cum spurts from his cock onto her nipple and breast. It's warm and feels so good on her tits. Watching Josh's cock erupting makes her own orgasm even stronger. His cock continues to erupt all over her tits as she massages his balls. His body jerks with each contraction until nothing is left in his balls and he collapses onto the bed. 

"We haven't done that in a while." Katie said as she smiled. "Maybe we should invite them over more often."

They both laughed and got up to get cleaned up before returning the bed.



New Neighbors Ch. 03



I can't even begin to guess how long its been, since Master David and Master Jim first made me their white slave. I just know its been too long. My dreams of building a new life for myself have been nearly crushed by the reality of what has happened to me. Most nights, I cry myself to sleep with cum running out of my ass and the salty taste of piss in my mouth, wishing I could escape and find one good woman to love me. Even if I could somehow break free, it seems like a normal relationship would be nearly impossible to maintain. My Masters force me to keep all of my body hair completely shaved, which would be hard enough to explain to any potential lover. I've taken so much black cock in my ass that it now gapes wider than most women's cunts and I can think of no way to explain that away. Worse than any of this, one of Master Jim's friends took it upon Himself to tattoo the words "black-owned" and "sissy-pig" on my ass, while He fucked me a few months ago. Of course, this was all assuming there was a way for me to escape my servitude, which there was not, unless I wanted to leave all of my belongings, not return to my job, and somehow get out of town with only what I could carry. 

I was so deep in thought, growing more determined to have a woman in my life, that I never heard Master David's key in the front door. It wasn't long after my enslavement, before my Masters decided They should both have keys to my home; it wasn't uncommon for Them to let Themselves in whenever it suited Them. In fact, I didn't hear Master David's arrival, until He stood in the kitchen doorway, staring at me, as I drank my morning coffee. Master David's forehead was soaked with sweat. His sweats clung to his dark brown flesh, telling me He was wet with perspiration from head to toe. He'd just finished his morning run and had come to relax and cool off. He pulled me out of my chair and onto the floor, taking my seat in the process.

"Get me something cold, faggot."

"Yes, Master David." I really hated the way my eyes always focused on my Masters' bulges whenever They entered the room. I had to find a way to bury my desire to serve black men, if I ever planned to break free. I opened a bottle of beer and emptied the contents into a glass, which I set in front of Master David. 

"Get over here, faggot!" I approached Master David and knelt before Him. "Look at this! How the fuck am I supposed to drink this? Half the glass is fucking foam!"

"I..." The beer soaked my face and chest, drizzling onto the floor, before I had time to answer.

"Now, get me another one and fucking get it right this time."

"Yes, Master David. I'm sorry." I went back to the refrigerator, knowing better than to take the time to dry off. It didn't really bother me. I was used to having cum and piss all over my face, so beer wasn't that big of a deal. I carefully poured a second beer and handed it to Master David, as I knelt in front of him. My apartment was always the first place my masters came, following a workout, so I knew exactly what was expected of me. I untied and pulled off Master David's shoes, followed by His socks, before I made myself as comfortable as possible on the floor. I'd learned awhile ago that the best way to perform my duty was to lay on my stomach. The beer-soaked floor was cold against my belly, as I went to work, licking and sucking the sweat from my Master's feet. I'd learned to love the taste of His sweaty feet and, as always, took my time cleaning His feet. I sucked each toe, licking between them to get whatever grime had accumulated there during His run. I then licked the tops of his feet, before sucking the sweat from the bottoms of His feet. When He decided I'd done a good job, He dried His feet off in my hair.

Master David then turned around in the chair and removed His sweat pants, so I could perform my second duty, while He read the newspaper. I started at the very top of His sweaty ass crack, running my tongue all of the way down, until it touched His heavy balls. Master David really enjoyed having His ass cleaned, so it wasn't rare for me to spend an hour or more servicing him. Today was no different. In fact, He was so relaxed by my soft tongue that He fed me his hot gas more than a few times. Each time He farted, I pushed my tongue deep into his asshole, swirling it around to get it clean. Again, when I was finished, He used my face to dry His ass. Or, more precisely, I rubbed my face along the entire crack of His ass, until He told me it felt dry enough. Master David loved doing this to me for one reason in particular; I would smell His ass for the rest of the day. 

I remained on my knees, knowing it was time for my reward, as He turned back around in His seat. His heavy balls were nearly as big as my fist, but that didn't keep me from stuffing the entire sac into my mouth. I slowly let them slide out, strings of my saliva connecting them to my lips like a perverse umbilical cord. As I lovingly licked and sucked His balls, I looked up to see that He was in a much better mood. I'd been thinking about my problem the entire time I'd been servicing Master David and I'd decided the only way I could date any woman would be with my Masters' permission. It seemed like the perfect time to ask. "Master, may I ask You for a favor?"

"What is it, faggot?"

"It is truly an honor to serve superior black men, but I really want a woman in my life..."

"You're a faggot now." He laughed. "You wouldn't know what to do with a pussy!"

I could feel tears stinging my eyes, upon hearing the insult and His amusement. Still, I tried to convince Him. "Please, Master David. I just want to be able to date, to meet someone special. I know what a great gift this would be from You and Master Jim and I'll do anything to earn it."

"That's some promise, since you'll do anything we say, anyway." He stood up and rammed His cock down my throat. I could feel the skin around my mouth stretching, almost threatening to tear, at this intrusion. He held onto my ears like handles, as His cock rammed in and out of my mouth. As usual, the sound of me gagging and choking only made him pump my face that much harder. Finally, the sweet taste of his thick cum filled my mouth to overflowing. I tried to lean forward to catch it all, but that only caused half of it to dribble onto the floor. He wiped his cock off in my hair, as He told me He expected me to lick up what I'd spilled. I greedily licked his cum from the floor, as He dressed and gathered his things. I was still licking His cum off the floor, when He left without another word.

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They didn't tell me Their reasoning or what I would have to do in return, but my Masters did finally grant me permission to start dating. I jumped on it, before They could change Their minds, and went for the sexy bartender at my favorite haunt. She'd been flirting with me for months, but she'd almost given up on me. My timing couldn't have been more perfect; she'd just separated from her boyfriend. We went out for dinner that Friday night ~only six days after I'd been stuffing Master David's balls into my mouth and begging Him for permission to fuck women~ followed by a few drinks. As we walked to the car in the brisk midnight air, she clung to me, unable to walk on her own, and insisted I take her back to my place. I tried to protest, asking why we couldn't go to her place instead, but she was persistent. How could I resist? Fiery red hair, green eyes, 36C breasts, a washboard tummy, and the cutest heart-shaped ass I had ever seen. She spoke so sweetly and lovingly to me in a voice that was the very definition of sultry that I had no will-power to resist. 

Once we got back to my place, I gently helped her onto the sofa, before I went into the kitchen to pour her a glass of wine. I wasn't away from her more than five minutes, but, when I returned, she was no longer alone. In her left hand, she held Master David's cock and her right hand caressed Master Jim's massive cock. All three of them laughed at me, as I walked into the room. I could feel the blood drain from my face and the tears sting my eyes. I set the wine glass down on the coffee table, before my shaking hands had the chance to drop it. 

"Is it true you're actually their slave," she laughed.

"Bridget, I..."

"Is it true," she insisted, the warmth and affection gone from her voice. "You do everything they tell you to do."

I couldn't answer. I was too humiliated to admit the truth and there was obviously no point in lying. All I could do was stand there and think about how much worse things were now than they had been. 

"Get over here, faggot," Master Jim ordered. 

I crawled to the three of them, as they cuddled on the sofa. 

"Get this slut's cunt wet for my big black cock."

"Yes, Master Jim." I pulled her thong panties down, before I nestled my face under her short skirt. Her pussy smelled so sweet and it was already so moist; I could feel my lips trembling as I sucked her lips into my mouth. I'd forgotten how much I loved tasting a wet cunt and she had the sweetest pussy I'd ever tasted. As I licked her cunt, I could hear her slobbering all over Master David's cock. She only took it out of her mouth once and only long enough to tell me what a pathetic little bitch I was. The insult didn't have the effect she'd intended; I felt my little prick grow rock hard and I wanted her to say more. I agreed with her, before I shoved my face back in her cunt, hoping that would encourage more insults from her thin, pink lips. She was too busy sucking Master David's cock and balls. Before long, she forcefully kicked me away like an annoying cat and begged Master Jim to fuck her hard with his gorgeous black cock. 

Master Jim arose and grabbed Bridget's thong from the floor. He stuffed the crotch of her panties in my mouth and told me to suck on them, while I watched my date go black. I could only nod, as Bridget got on the floor and stuck her beautiful ass in the air. I could hear the squishing sound of her wet cunt taking Master Jim's cock and, as he pulled it three-quarters of the way out, it already glistened with her juices. Meanwhile, she didn't hesitate to obey Master David's order. Her tongue was deep inside her asshole, as she groaned with pleasure. I was forced to sit there and watch her bury her beautiful face between his hairy, dark brown ass cheeks. Every once in awhile, she'd lift her face up just to tell him how much she loved eating his black ass. My attention was drawn back to Master Jim, when he tensed up and shouted out loud how wet Bridget's cunt felt on his cock. He stopped fucking after three violent spasms, leaving his cock buried balls deep in her pussy. He looked at me, ordering me to his side.

Once I'd crawled to his side, he pulled his cock out of her cunt and backed away. He grabbed me by the nape of my neck and shoved my face within two inches of her freshly fucked cunt. "Look at that sloppy hole, faggot," he laughed. "If you were a real man, that would be your cum."

"Yes, Master." I looked at it. Even now, with my Master's thick cum coating it, her cunt looked gorgeous. Bubbles of cum popped in the gaping hole, as more cum coated her lips and inner thighs. Looking into the hole, I could see large gobs of cum still inside her cunt. I didn't resist, when he shoved my face into the sloppy mess. I'd loved the taste of cum from the very first time I'd eaten it, but the taste of it mixed with Bridget's own cum sent shivers up my spine. I greedily sucked all of the cum from her lips, making sure I licked up every last drop from her cunt and thighs. I lay on my back with my head between her thighs, so she could sit back and empty her cum-filled cunt into my mouth. I used my tongue to scoop out gob after gob of cum, while I listened to her pigging out on both black cocks. I could hear her slurping her own saliva, as I imagined how beautiful she must look with those dark brown cocks fucking her mouth and slapping her face. 

The night went on like this for a couple of hours. Each time one of my Masters filled Bridget's cunt or asshole with cum, I was right there to happily clean her up. She kept her talented tongue just as busy as her cunt and asshole, rimming them or sucking their cocks. Every once in awhile, she would stop long enough to tell me what a pathetic sissy I was or to tell my Masters that she loved black cock. At one point, I heard her promise Master David that she would never fuck another white guy again. When they finally took a break, it was just to relieve themselves of their full bladders. Bridget was the first to need to release her piss, so, when Master Jim instructed her to use my mouth, she looked at him skeptically. I knew better than to await an order, so I lay on my back and opened my mouth wide for her. Seeing this, she laughed heartily and I felt a gob of her spit plaster my cheek.

"You're such a filthy, pathetic bitch! You make me sick."

I said nothing. I just looked up at her gaping cunt, realizing that my Masters had stretched her out more than my little clit ever could have done. Her piss, golden and salty, soon filled my mouth. There was so much that I couldn't possibly swallow it all, but I gulped it down as fast as I could. This was new to me and the thought that this beautiful woman was using me as a toilet caused my little dick to explode in my pants. When she finally finished, I sucked the extra piss from her cunt and arose to my knees to accept my Master's golden piss. 

Shortly afterwards, Bridget asked Master Jim and Master David to take her home where they could fuck her some more. She said only one thing to me, as she left: "I can't wait to tell everyone what a little sissy you are!"

All three of them laughed, as they left me alone.



New Neighbors Ch. 03



Jeffrey positioned me on my knees in front of him. My arms were still cuffed behind me but he did untie the rope that had bound my ankles together. The penis gag was still in place and, of course, I was still wearing all that yellow mohair—the ankle length sweater dress with the turtleneck collar, the mittens and the knee high socks. I watched wide-eyed as he dropped his pants and his silk boxers and exposed that beautiful cock to me once again.

He sat down on the couch in front of me and brought my gagged mouth to his cock which was hardening as he did so. Before he reached behind my head to undo the gag, he caressed my shoulders some more and then whispered in my ear, "I am expecting blow job number two to be an even better performance by you after experiencing my work and after watching those actors in the video."

I nodded and made a sound into my gag which I hoped he would interpret as an "Of course!"

When the gag came off, I ran my tongue over my lips and tasted the odd, to me at that moment at least, combination of the remains of blow job number one and the single-malt Scotch I had been sipping.

I started by gently kissing the tip of his cock. "Ahhhhhh," I whispered and kissed it again and licked the tip with my tongue for a while. Jeffrey's fingers were softly playing with the turtleneck collar of the sweater dress and he said just a single word, wonderfully drawn out, "Yesssssss."

I licked my way down his shaft and then back up again. I repeated the process, this time with soft, gentle kisses. I was tempted to repeat the whole process when Jeffrey said, "take me in your mouth, now!"

I obeyed for two reasons. First, I had been bound, dressed, fondled, sucked and stimulated beyond my wildest dreams by my new neighbor and, secondly, I really wanted to do just that. 

So, I very slowly took his cock into my mouth and worked my lips down his shaft. When I had gone as far as I could go, I paused, enjoying this new, real penis gag. Then I slowly went back up his shaft and then down again.

This time, I paused and made a "mmmmppphhh?" into my penis gag which was easily translated into "Now?"

"Yes, now!" Jeffrey replied.

I began moving lips up and down, up and down, quickly, then slowly, then quickly again. This time, his spurts were not quite as forceful as the first time, after all, we were both over sixty years old. Nonetheless, they were energetic and I could tell he was pleased by my work. 

I was pleased as well. I knew this was a better piece of work than blow job number one had been. The first had been intense because it was, well, my first. This one was done with affection and with a skill level that I was sure was much higher than I had been capable of just a couple of hours ago.

As his cock softened in my mouth, I was again amazed at how wonderful all this felt. I was dressed in soft yellow mohair, my wrists were cuffed behind me and I was totally submissive to this man who had seduced me in what, to most people, would be the strangest of manners.

When Jeffrey disengaged his cock from my mouth, he put a finger on my lips and said "No talking my friend. You are in for a big surprise as we play out the final act of our daytime drama."

I obeyed, just as I had been doing ever since I entered my new neighbors' house. The first thing Jeffrey did was re-gag me with the penis gag. He then produced the white mohair scarf and blindfolded me, leaving me cuffed, gagged, blindfolded and on my knees while he went off somewhere.

When he returned he removed the scarf and I saw that a chair had been placed in front of the wide-screen TV. It was a standard wooden chair with arm rests and a padded seat. He helped me up and led me over to the chair and had me sit down. He unlocked the cuffs and massaged my arms for a few delightful, although too brief moments. "I thought about re-cuffing you with your arms in front," he said as he picked up a two-foot length of soft black rope and began tying one of my mohair covered wrists to one of the arm rests. "But you will be sitting here alone for a little while watching the end of the DVD and I did not want you tempted to somehow jerk yourself off. Understand?"

"mmmppphh, mmmmppphh" I managed into the gag.

Another length of black rope bound my other wrist to the chair's other arm rest and then this bondage position was completed by a longer length of the same black rope being wound around my midsection a number of times and then knotted together behind me. He left my ankles untied and the end result of his efforts was that while I was gagged and completely helpless, I was, aside from my continuing erection, quite comfortable.

He got down on his knees in front of me and gathered my mohair-covered legs in his arms and leaned forward and kissed my crotch. I squirmed and moaned into my gag.

"You are so cute when you make those sounds," he said. "Now, I will leave you to watch the rest of the show and when I return we will play some more."

He went over to the coffee table, had another sip of the single malt and pressed play on the remote and then left the room and headed upstairs.

On screen, Joe and Nancy had been re-gagged and had also been blindfolded with black mohair scarves. Their legs had been untied and they were now standing up, each one being held by one of their captors, Joe by Jeffrey and Nancy by Stephen.

Stephen wasn't saying anything but his hands were continuing to caress Nancy's sweater-covered shoulders and he had leaned in and gently kissed the bound, gagged and blindfolded detective's ear.

Jeffrey picked up the dialogue as one of his hands gently rubbed the detective's crotch, causing Joe to squirm in frustration. I felt exactly the same. I, like Joe, had just given Jeffrey my very best blow job and, like Joe, was still helpless bound and gagged, wondering what would happen next for me.

"Well done, our little helpless snoops. Have you learned your lesson yet?"

Both detectives nodded vigorously, Nancy adding some emphasis with an emphatic "MMMPPPHH!" which could only mean "YES!"

Jeffrey continued, "Excellent. That was just the answer that was required of you. It is now time for the final act in our little drama." At that point, the screen faded for a second. When it resumed, the two detectives had been moved to an upstairs bedroom and were both lying on their sides on the bed, their faces just inches from each other's crotches in a classic sixty-nine position. They were still bound hand and foot, still gagged and still blindfolded. However, Nancy's skirt and panties had been removed, exposing the secret underneath her feminine clothing—a big, now semi-erect cock. Joe's pants and boxers had also been removed and, like his partner, his cock was semi-erect. I wondered if the actors had been able to do this on their own or whether a little hand action had been needed. My own cock was quite hard. No hand action had been required for me.

Jeffrey and Stephen produced a large number of white cloth strips, each about two feet long. First, the ropes encircling the detectives' ankles were untied and then retied with the cloth strips. I was surprised to see the camera focusing on the bow that was the new knot on both Joe and Nancy's ankles. Then the handcuffs were unlocked and removed. Cloth strips, also tied with a bow, replaced the cuffs. Next, the mohair scarf blindfolds were removed. The young detectives' eyes widened and they each made soft sounds into their gags as they each took in the cock inches away from their respective mouths.

Jeffrey laughed at the gagged murmurs and said, "When the gags come off, we want you to gently take the cock in front of you into your mouths. And, don't take it in just an inch or so, we want to see it fully inside your mouths. Understand?"

The detectives nodded meekly and their gags were removed. In went the cocks and both Joe and Nancy squirmed as they adjusted to their new gags. Jeffrey and Stephen both had big smiles on their faces as they gathered up the cuffs, ropes and the two gags and placed them into a backpack.

Stephen said, "Maybe you've done this before, maybe not. We don't really care. We are going to leave you now. It will be your choice whether you immediately free yourselves. It will be quite easy to do so. A quick tug or two on the bow will release it.

"Or," and his smile widened as he continued, "you can enjoy the moment, and each other, before you free yourselves. Your choice. In any case, this concludes your lesson."

Jeffrey leaned over and whispered something into Joe's ear and Stephen did the same with Nancy. They then left the hapless detectives to finish off their lesson. Just before they shut the bedroom door, Jeffrey produced a white index card from his pants pocket and laid it face down on the dresser. The camera focused on it and then returned to the bound, cock-gagged detectives.

Nancy made a very girlish giggly sound and then slowly began moving her lips up and down Joe's cock. Joe smiled around the cock in his mouth and also began to move his lips up down the now rock-hard shaft of Nancy's cock. This delightful scene of the bound, sweater-clad detectives giving each other a slow sensuous blow job continued for a couple of minutes. I heard Jeffrey moving around upstairs and knew he would soon be returning to play with me some more. I couldn't wait and squirmed in the chair and my tongue softly played with rubber penis that had been strapped into my mouth.

The camera now showed both detectives working quite vigorously on each other's cocks. And then they both came at the same instant moaning in ecstasy and shot their wads into their partner's mouth. It was a wonderful scene to watch and I tried to guess how many times my new neighbors had watched this video—a hundred? A thousand?

When the blow jobs were done and the captive detectives' breathing had returned to normal, they each slowly disengaged from each other, each gently kissing the now limp cock of the other. Nancy rolled over and Joe pulled the bow loose of the cloth strip that held her wrists together. In just a few seconds, they were both free.

Nancy snuggled into Joe's embrace, resting her pretty head on his chest. He gently stroked her mohair-covered shoulder.

She spoke first, "Did your guy say what I think he said?" 

Joe smiled and said, "Let me quote. If you need another lesson, call the number on the card and we will be happy to return."

Nancy giggled again, "One lesson is never enough, is it sweetie?"

Joe said, "Of course not."

The video ended with the two detectives sharing a soft, gentle kiss.

I heard Jeffrey's voice behind me. "A very nice ending don't you think?" 

I made a sound into my gag. 

When he came around in front of me, my eyes widened and I made another sound, this one of pure delight.

It made perfect sense. If Stephen was a big fan of accomplished crossdressers in their open relationship, why wouldn't Jeffrey become just that?

He was standing before me fully dressed in women's clothing and if, I didn't know exactly what he actually was, say if I had passed him by in the supermarket or something, I would have just thought "older, nice-looking woman," and moved on. He was wearing a gray, shoulder-length wig that layered nicely. He had done a complete make-up job on his face, including his lips—a pale pink—and his eyes. He was wearing earrings—small gold hoops. And, of course, he was dressed in an attractive sweater and skirt outfit. His pale pink mohair cardigan matched the color his lips and his frilly white blouse looked wonderful as did his gray woolen skirt that went down his legs to just below his knees. He had on black stockings and black conservative heels. The final touch to his outfit was a pair of white woolen gloves. He looked like an attractive, well-off, older woman one might see shopping at a mall with a credit card that had no realistic limit.

He untied the ropes binding my arms to the chair as well as the rope attaching my midsection to the back of the chair. He left the gag in place and helped me to my feet. He held me by my shoulders, gently caressing the mohair of my sweater dress until he was sure I had my balance back.

Then he kissed me softly on the forehead and whispered, "Are you ready for some fun?"

I nodded.

He said, "I thought so. Now, for this round I want you completely naked. Please make that happen."

I did, pulling the dress over my head and then shedding the mittens and the knee-high socks. I was not surprised to see that he had the fur-lined cuffs in his hand as well as one of the lengths of rope.

"I'll do something with that gag in just a minute my friend," he said, smiling.

The cuffs went on my wrists with my now naked arms in front of me and were tightened just enough so that I could not slip out of them but not enough to be painful. Jeffrey walked me over to a corner of the room and used the rope to draw my arms above my head after he had stepped onto the chair I had been tied to while I finished watching the video. There was a hook fastened into the ceiling and he tied the rope to it after bringing my arms to a position where once again I was helpless but not uncomfortable.

After he stepped down from the chair, he came over to me and reached behind me with his sweater-clad arms and unbuckled the penis gag. He then kissed me full on the lips, surprising me. The kiss was insistent and, to be honest, a little shocking. I had never been kissed like this by a man in my entire lifetime. However, my cock was rock-hard, I was helpless and do, of course, I returned the kiss. After all, I thought to myself as one of Jeffrey's hands moved down my chest and began playing with my cock, I had sucked him off twice this wonderful day, why not kiss his lips? 

For more than a few moments, we were both lost in the kiss. I smelled some kind of perfume on him and I absolutely delighted in tasting his lips as well the gentle touch of his gloved fingers on my cock. I also, to be honest about all this, loved the feel of the mohair against my bare skin.

Jeffrey disengaged his lips from mine. He produced the mohair scarf and tied it loosely over my mouth. 

"More symbolic than anything my friend," he said. "I just may kiss you again and I want easy access. You will, however, remain silent, other than the quite appropriate moan, as I finish off our wonderful daytime fun. Understand?"

I managed a soft, almost understandable, "Yes."

He kissed me softly through the scarf and slowly went down on his knees.

(to be continued)



New Neighbors Ch. 03



Katie's alarm goes off for her workout date with Trish. She gets up and showers and gets dressed and walks across the street to meet up with Trish. She knocks on the door and a couple of minutes later Trish opens the door still in her pajamas. She looks like she just woke up. She apologizes to Katie and tells her that she overslept.

"Let me get a shower and get dressed and I'll be ready to go." Trish says. "It won't take long."

Katie sits down on the couch and hears the shower turn on. Several minutes go by and the shower is still going. Katie begins to feel the urge to pee really bad but doesn't want to run back across the street. She knows that there is a bathroom off of their bedroom so she goes to the door of their bedroom and Sam is still asleep. She sneaks into the bathroom off of their bedroom and uses the restroom. She slowly opens the door trying to be quiet and the light from the bathroom is shining onto the bed and she sees that Sam has one leg stuck out from under the covers and that he is naked. She is even more surprised to see that his cock is rock hard and the head of it is just under the blanket. They don't have their bed frame put up yet so their mattress and box spring are on the floor.

She can still hear the shower going and can hear Sam's deep breathing and knows that he is asleep. She steps over to the side of the bed and kneels down and stares at his hard cock. She reaches her hand out to his cock paying close attention to his breathing. She pulls the head of his cock out from under the blanket and stares at it. She holds it in her hand feeling how thick and hard it is. She slowly moves her hand up and down his shaft. She feels her heart pounding in her chest knowing that he could wake up at any moment. She holds his cock straight up in the air and leans over and places her mouth over the head of it. Her lips encircle the head of his cock and she swirls her tongue around the head before she raises back up. She listens to his breathing which doesn't change. She again places her mouth over the head of his cock and wraps her lips around it. Instead of raising up she lowers her mouth down over his engorged cock. 

She hasn't had another man's cock in her mouth since before they were married. The feeling of another man's cock in her hand and in her mouth makes her pussy flood with wetness. Paying attention to his breathing she slowly moves her mouth up and down his shaft while also listening for the shower. She licks the underside of his dick from his balls all the way to the head before taking it back into her mouth. She circles her tongue around the curves of the head of his cock and back down to his balls. She runs her tongue across his smooth balls and back up his shaft. She lets some spit fall onto the head of his cock as she strokes him up and down with her saliva providing the lubrication. She takes his cock back into her mouth and sucks up and down on it. She pulls her workout shorts to the side and feels how wet she is. Her pussy is soaked. She wants to climb on top of him and feel his thick, hard cock slide deep inside her. 

She slides her fingers inside her pussy and pulls them out and strokes his cock with her pussy juices like Trish did before taking his cock back into her mouth and sucking her juices off. She pulls her shorts even more to the side exposing her shaved, smooth pussy and steps across him with one leg on the bed with her other on the floor and lowers herself. She guides the head of his cock to her pussy and she slowly lowers herself some. She can feel his thick meat open her up as she slides down even more. She continues until she is all the way down and he is fully inside her. She raises up slowly still holding onto his cock and then slides back down onto him. She is so excited that just a few strokes of him inside her she climaxes right there. She tries not to shake too much that she wakes him but her pussy is gripping his cock with each contraction. She raises up once her climax is finished and his cock is covered in her juices.

She leans over and sucks her own cum from his cock. As she lowers her mouth onto his cock cleaning all of her juices from him she feels his cock swell. Her pussy gripping his cock and her warm mouth must have brought him to the edge of climax. She feels his cock begin to jerk and her mouth is filled wth his cum. She swallows as fast as she can to keep it from making a mess. His cock continues to throb pulsing cum into her mouth. She finally feels his cock begin to relax and soften. She holds it in her mouth and circles her tongue around the head to make sure that she doens't leave any evidence behind. She covers him back up and walks back to the living room and sits on the couch. Her heart is still pounding and her pussy is still throbbing when she hears the shower turn off.

Trish finally walks out with a towel wrapped around her. Her breasts are pressed together accentuating her cleavage and the towel barely covers her pussy. Katie tries not to stare but is feeling her pussy get wet again. 

Trish apologizes and says, "It took me a while to wake up. Give me just a few minutes to get dressed. Sam wasn't snoring I hope. He could sleep through a hurricane." she laughs.

Katie smiled and said "No, I never heard him snoring but take your time, I'm in no hurry."