3 comments/ 56323 views/ 2 favorites Neighbours By: DeepValley Amicable This Friday I had decided to come home earlier. I entered the house with an expectant smile, with the thought of Samantha, my wife. She should be at home, I thought, at least her bicycle was standing in front of the house, but she was nowhere to be seen. Probably she was with our neighbours. We lived here for just about one year and I was lucky that our neighbours seemed to be relaxed, nice people. Especially so, since Sam was a bit shy, when it came to new contacts. I decided to go over to the Smiths. Probably we could enjoy a chilled beer together in their garden. My smile grew bigger. The Friday evening seemed to be promising. It was still hot outside. A beer with my wife and good neighbours sounded alluring. I just jumped over the low fence and was in our neighbour's garden. Then I walked in direction of their terrace, which was shielded by rampant shrubs. I heard someone moaning and it sounded pretty much like the moaning of my Sam, when she was sexually aroused. Then another female was moaning. Before I could make up my mind, why I heard such sounds, I went around the corner and what I then saw was in line with the moaning, but not at all in line with my worldview. Sam was laying on a sunlounger completely naked. Shirley Smith, equally naked was sitting between her wide spread legs, massaging my wife's boobs. And Shirley husband George had freed his erected penis from his trousers and placed it in my wife's mouth, who obviously hungry, sucked it under quit horny sounds of pleasure. This was far too much for me. I jumped back behind the bushes. My head started spinning and my dick started to grow until it felt hard and pulsating in my trousers. Was this really true? Or was it a hallucination? My beloved wife, who always was a bit shy, when it comes to any kind of physicalness had sex with another man AND another woman? I peeped between the bushes. Sam really seemed hot and hungry. By now George had started to fuck her mouth with slow, small moves and she seemed more than content. Shirley's fingers, who had arrived between Sam's legs, seemed to do the rest. Sam moaned loudly. "Our Sam is so incredibly hungry," I heard Shirley saying. Geez, what a redundant comment. Wait. 'Our Sam?' What did Shirley meant by this? "Probably she has another hungry mouth," George stated and gave Shirley's hand, which was busy between Sam's tights, a salacious look. "I think so," Shirley said in a faked casual tone. Now George withdraw his penis from Sam's mouth, who really seemed a bit disappointed, but as the man moved towards her lap she bit her lower lip. Clearly a sign of embarrassment. "Do you want to get fucked good?" Shirley asked her. Sam opened her mouth, but was not able to say a word. Probably her other mouth was busy digesting Shirley's moves. Shirley withdrew her pleasuring hand and smiled expectantly, while she rose from the sunlounger. George took her place with his dick in his hand. I could not see in detail how he penetrated Sam, but I read from her face that he was doing it and that she liked it a lot. My dick was rock hard, my thoughts raced. I turned around and went. As I tried to jump back into our garden I fell onto the grass. For some moments I remained there. I was very aware of my erection and my lust. At the same time I felt fear and shame. What was going on here? I always thought Sam was satisfied with our sex life. Well at least I was. Sometimes she gave me a blow job, but hell, she was never as hungry as she was for George's dick. And she seldom exposed her vulva as much as she did in front of Shirley and George. At home I took a cold shower and tried to think and to remember. What did Shirley meant by 'our Sam'? How long since Sam had sex with George and Shirley? I guessed what I saw was not an accident, nor was it the first time. If my wife was not a completely different person, she needed time to get used to new people and even more time to discover new physical frontiers. And all this ought to be happened before my eyes unnoticed? I tried to remember situations that might have given me a hint, if only I knew. Okay there was one of our first evenings together. After 3 bottles of whine the conversation became an interesting turn. Shirley asked how much partners we had before we became a couple. I said truthfully three and Samantha said I was her first. Shirley had chuckled and murmured that we both where quite inexperienced. Sam had just shrugged, but Shirley asked further if she never wished to broaden her horizon, probably with another man or woman. Sam hat just nipped on her whine. I had not paid much attention to this conversation. Until now. I still tried to figure out how the woman on the terrace, who enjoyed herself in an allowedly horny threesome, was my wife, who, too enjoyed sex, but was not all too open with herself and others. Old feelings of inferiority rose in me. But my dick rose again. I sighed. ** The next day I had not managed to speak about, what happened, although I could think about nothing else. Sam acted as usual, if not to say she pretended. How long the hell it was going like this? How often George and Shirley had fucked her already? God Lord. Sam was 27. Shirley and George Smith were at least ten years older. Although I had to admit both were attractive, in particular Shirley with her womanly figure and her long blond hair. What I do realised was that Sam walked around the house naked or with just her pants on from time to time. This was something she had never done in our apartment, where we lived before we bought this house. This Sunday morning she was sitting topless on the couch, reading the newspaper. "Say, are you hot?" I began. "What do you mean by that?" She replied innocently. "You are wearing nothing but your slip." She lowered the paper and looked directly at me. "Is that a problem for you?" "Not at all. I just wondered. Lately you do that quite often." "Hm. I think I have developed a new attitude towards my body," she explained. "I mean I am an attractive woman. Why I should hide?" "That's what I always tried to tell you." Sam rose the paper again. "Some things need time." I felt like a coward. My wife was cheating on me and I was not able to address it. I sighed inwardly. Probably I feared she would confirm my fears that I was sexually not enough for her. Or not adequate at all? Suddenly she lowered the newspaper again and looked at me. "What's on your mind?" Pictures of her on a sunlounger flashed through my mind. Pictures of how she enjoyed getting attention from George's dick and Shirley's fingers. Pictures of her open mouth, hungry and invitingly opened. My hardening cock filled my shorts. Samantha's look rested on the bulge between my legs. "Now I know what's really on your mind," she chuckled. She put away the paper. "Come," she just said. I went over to her and as soon as I was within her reach, she grabbed for my hard manhood to feel it. "What a nice present," she commented. "You sure now what happens with presents?" "No?" I murmured really a bit unsure. I didn't know me this way. "Well, they get unpacked." She then grabbed in my fly and pushed my dick out. "Come closer," she said firmly. I swallowed hard. Sam bent forwards and took my dick into her mouth. I felt like an electric shock was running through my body. Slowly she closed her eyes and started licking my bell-end. Before my inner eye I saw George's dick in her mouth and how she had enjoyed him. Again I felt this dizziness. One part of me was angry that she was cheating on my and it made my even more angry that I was too afraid to confront her with what I knew. Another party of me got turned on enormously by the idea that I was not the only one, whom she enjoyed. I started to move my hips slowly. I had never done that before, seriously fucking her mouth. She moaned, but suddenly withdrew and looked up. "Sorry, I just need you to fuck me right now, please," she said. "Sorry?" I said, my voice raspy, my knees a little weak. Sam stood up, turned around, and started to massage my cock with her buttocks, still with her slip on. I pulled the slip aside and placed the tip of my cock between her buttocks. "C'mon, please..." she moaned. "Which hole?" I really felt a bit helpless right now. She chuckled. "As you like it." I opened her labia, which were deliciously slippery with my fingers and penetrated her. She grabbed the backrest of the couch. "Yes, that's right," she exclaimed. I began pounding her with long, slow strokes. "Harder, please," she moaned. Maybe this was just a dream. Sam had never let herself go this way. Never before she was so active and demanding when it came to sex. It sure had to do with the Smiths. Probably I should be thankful that they seemingly had increased my wife's sexual appetite. I did as she pleased and pushed into her as hard as I could without knocking her off of her feet. "Hm...alright," she moaned. "Just what I need." This was too much. I came with some hard thrusts, which was not unnoticed by Sam.. "C'mon, just a few more," she murmured. I did so and suddenly she climaxed herself, silently, with a very low and deep "Mmm" as she always did. I pulled out and she turned around. With her right hand she grabbed for her now very sticky pussy and smiled. "Nice." Said this she left in direction of the bathroom. I slipped onto the couch, paying no attention to my droopy dick, covered with love juice of both of us. Still I had no clue what exactly was going on. I was not able to talk to her; instead she had just fucked me real good. I closed my eyes. Again I saw Sam with Shirley and George enjoying themselves on a sunlounger. "The Smiths have invited us over for this afternoon." Samantha's voice brought me back into reality. And what a reality it was. *** "Great that you're here." Shirley flashed her bright smile at my wife and embraced her. I watched them closely. Was it more than the usual, hug between two female friends? Weren't there boobs a little too close together? "Hey Nathan." George clasped me on my back as he always did. As if nothing had happened. As if he never had his cock in my wife's mounth and cunt and God knows where else. I breathed deeply and tried to smile. "What about some coffee and cake on the terrace?" Shirley asked. "That sounds great, I'm quite hungry," my wife agreed. Hungry for what? I thought. I felt jealousy. At the same time I felt arousal rising. I remembered how I had fucked my horny wife this morning. I knew all too well how wet she could get. The thought of Shirley and George knowing this too was more than a little odd. Besides, in my fantasy I had shagged Shirley nicely, but it was just fantasy. Now it was my wife, who had made real, what I only dared to fantasise of. We consummated delicious carrot cake with some coffee and a lot of small talk. After we finished Sam and Shirley went inside to clean the dishes. I found that a little strange. Normally my wife would not join in such typical housewife activities that easily. I continued chatting with George for a little longer, before I excused myself in order to go to the toilette. I walked across the living room and stopped beside the kitchen door, where I could hear Sam and Shirley. "It was hot," I heard my wife saying. "I think it was a little too much for him to handle at first, but luckily his hard member must have told him what to do. And when I asked him to fuck me harder it was so..." Shirley laughed. "It turned you on, right?" "Exactly." "As I told you. Being loud is good for you, too." Samantha talked about our sex life with Shirley? She was receiving advice from Shirley? So my wife's increased appetite for sex was really no coincident. "I have to admit I feel a little hot," Sam confessed to Shirley. She laughed a little nervous. It becomes harder to be together with you, George and my husband. "I can imagine very well what becomes hard, when George learns how well Nathan has pounded you." Oh geez, I always thought Shirley was a physical woman, but she's a slut. "I think I will tell Nate what is going on, before we have the next threesome," I heard Sam saying. "I seriously feel like cheating on him. This one threesome last Friday can pass off as exercise, but now he should get involved." "And do you think he will play along? I mean..." "I think so," Sam answered her. "After all he's a man with a healthy appetite. I'm not sure, what he will say, when he learns that George and I have done it already, but he will have no problems with you, I think. Plus, I think the perspective to fuck you will help him over doubts and jealousy." Shirley laughed throatily. "I hope so, I would like to have him." "I would like to watch," I heard my wife saying, her voice one octave deeper than usually. A familiar tickle arose between my loins. I tried to breath normal. I felt light-headed. I rested against the wall. "Nate?" Suddenly Sam and Shirley stood in front of me, carrying two bottles of beer. "Sam... Shirley.." I murmured. "Have you overheard our conversation?" Shirley asked with a look at the rigid pole under the thin fabric of my trousers. I just nodded. Shirley exchanged glanced with Sam. "What shall we do now?" Sam bit her lower lip and grinned, looking at my lap, too. "What do you suggest, darling?" she asked me. I gulped. "He can think, while I pay attention to his toy," Shirley said and grabbed for my erection. "I had not expected it to be so big." With these words she opened my fly and let out my stiff dick. Then she bent down and busied her lips and mouth. I thought my dick would explode any minute. This was surely the hottest oral action I ever received. And my wife watching us and grinning suggestively only added to the pleasure. Then she stepped behind Shirley and started to rub her pussy through the fabric of her shorts. Shirley groaned, my dick still in her mouth. I started to fuck her actively. As Shirley's moan increased I couldn't stand it any more. I just managed to pull away from her mouth, but shot my load on her cleavage. "Sorry," I murmured. Shirley grinned. "You can't make an omelette without breaking eggs." Shirleys, still with my cum on her breasts, went to bring the kitchen roll. She handed my some sheets, before she gave the role to Sam. "Would you be so kind?" Sam started cleaning her. I watched them, while I stuffed my manhood back into the trousers. Sam seemed to take delight in cleaning and massaging Shirley's boobs. "I'm really hungry for more," Shirley said in a low voice. "Me too," my wife replied and glanced at me. "It might be fun to spare our appetite a bit," Shirley suggested. Both women grinned. The three of us grinned at each other. We went on the terrace. "Sorry George," Shirley said apologetic to her husband. "Took a little longer, hope the beer is still chilled enough." *** "What took you so long?" George watched at us. "Well, Nathan has found out," Shirley stated mater of factly. He smiled. "How?" "Oh, when Sam and I left the kitchen he was just there, he and his strong, impressive toy. Guess he has overheard our conversation." I must have blushed nice shades of pink. "So you have toyed around already?" George grinned suggestively at his wife, but seemed also to be a bit surprised. "Yesss." Shirley grinned at him and then glanced at us. We sat down with the beers. "Cheers!" George grinned and took the first sip. I glanced at Shirley, who was sitting with her thighs relaxed open. I could see that she was wearing no slip under her shorts or at least just a G-string. I laughed a little nervous. "I'm still a little overwhelmed by the recent events," I admitted. George's grin grew even bigger. "I'm not," he simply said. "Shirley and I have become quite open over the years." "So it is not the first time you..." I searched for adequate world. "Have fun with others?" Shirley helped me out. "Right." "Sure it is not," George said. "How did you get started?" I asked him. "In general or with your wife?" George asked laughingly. "Both." I said quickly. "Well, in general it was, I guess ten years or so ago," George explained. "It was at Shirley's parent's home. We were on a regular visit. I talked with her parents and suddenly the doorbell rang. Her dad said that it must be the gardener. Shirley jumped up, saying he will let him in. Shirley's dad explained to me that they both knew each other. The gardener was working for them for more than five years. He supposed Shirley just wanted to say hello to him. I didn't think any further about it. After a while I went to the toilette. I opened the door and what I saw was pretty shocking. Shirley was gripping the washbasin and the gardener, a well-build Latino was behind her and fucking her really hard. At that time I had no clue what to say or do. At least I expected them to stop, but they didn't. Shirley looked at me, somewhat apologetic and told the stud to continue. I was baffled that this man had no problem continuing to fuck her. Just a few seconds more and he came. He then withdrew from my wife and I could see his juicy dick. He just grinned and said to my, "You're a lucky husband," while he stuffed his cock back into his trousers and went out of the bathroom as if nothing had happened." "Geez, what happened then?" I wanted to know. "Well, I need to cum really bad," Shirley explained. "The gardener and I had fucked regularly, before I married George. One could say he had introduced me to serious sex. I had vowed to myself to stop fucking him, when I got together with George, but this day I could resist. I had remembered what a hot stud he was and when I saw the unmistakeable bulge in his trousers I felt I needed it badly. I also felt even hotter, by the thought of George being nearby. I felt like a slut. Man, was I horny." Shirley laughed. "Well normally Marquez would finish me off, but this day I guess he knew it was not his turn to do it." "So your husband did it to you?" Samantha guessed. "Right," George affirmed. "I was puzzled, but not too puzzled to grow a stiff cock, by the view of my wife's pussy getting deeply massaged by another cock. And somehow the thought of her already creamed pussy, still hungry for more, turned me on even more. Shirley turned around to face me and spread her legs. She asked me to touch her what I then did. I felt the other man's cream on her swollen lips and inside her cunt. And Shirley told me real nasty things, like how good the gardener had stretched her pussy and that she need my really badly to continue. Of course I did. It was hot to fuck her slippery and creamed pussy and see how horny she was. When we finished we went down into the kitchen were Marquez was drinking some water. He grinned at Shirley and asked her if I had done a good job. Her answer was to open her legs and inviting him to feel it under her skirt. As you might think he didn't need a second request. He seemed satisfied and said that he always had known that Shirley had a big appetite." "Yeah, I think, this is how it started," Shirley agreed. "I mean I was a bit surprised myself how much I loved it to have two men at my service." Shirley laughed. "So have you done a threesome?" My wife seemed to enjoy the report a lot. Shirley grinned. "Not yet." Sam grinned back. "But for quite a while I reanimated my hot relationship with Marquez. I fucked him and then told George about what happened and showed him what Marquez had done. Also Marquez loved to hear how George had pounded me." "I can imagine that," I murmured, very well aware of how horny it made me, to know how much my wife had enjoyed George's dick in her mouth and pussy. The thought of Shirley probably wanting me to fuck her in front of her husband turned me on. My dick was at half-staff from George's and Shirley's story, but now my love pole became rigid and fully developed. Neighbours Jumping down the spiralled stone staircase, John landed hard outside Flat 1, Margaret followed behind, her long legs, and dark hair and modest breast make a lovely picture. The looking at the Flat 1 door by the Flat 5 locals had become a bit of an in joke. Margaret had constantly teased her sex buddy over the gorgeous looks of the new tenant, with a passing mention of a guy in their too. Knowing John's love affair with the dark haired beauties, Margaret took great pleasure in teasing him over her beauty, such beauty he had yet to bare witness too. He quipped that with two guys leaving the flat 1 property the other day, that she must be the block hooker, and that it was a matter of time before he'd get her for free. She, playfully, slapped him. With a pat on her lovely butt, John pulled Margaret in for a quick embrace before moving on with the tasks of the day, beer, food and football. --------------------- That night, he laid her down on his bed, gentle caressing the insides of her legs, warming her up for the main show. Margaret had been another friend, who once she had caught news of his ways, once intent of getting in the sack with him. John had a reputation; he didn't use women, he taught them, and in the process took them to heights previously unfounded. His thoughts however were troubled, inside him for a long time, deep was the desire to go further, and while the odd session of rough sex with Margaret and others helped, it wasn't the reprieve he was looking for. On her 9th orgasm of the weekend, he decided that was enough and allowed his release. --------------------- Meanwhile, two floors and 4 flats down, wicked things were happening. Having moved in a month ago, it taken the two of them time to set back up. The walls of the room were sound proofed, nothing in, nothing out. The eye hooks had been secured on the walls, the chains in place, even the stocks was rebuilt, a modern day version of the medieval will breaker. The two incumbents had smiled at the finished article, they smiled more at the poor boy chained up in the middle of the room, at this very time he was been forcible fucked in the ass by a long purple strap on. The male aggressor was taking pictures, more for the scrapbook. Finally he placed the camera down, pulled down his pants and let his growing cock spring to life, pulling the poor boys head up he placed his cock at his lips, with a firm warning tell him not to bite, he slowly pushed his head between those lips. Rachel pounded the poor teen while Richard enjoyed the oral workings. The unnamed teen was a new student, in a new city, looking to make friends, when a beauty like Rachel approached he was easily ensnared into their trap and from there, it was two easy form the talented siblings. The poor boys whimpering continued into the night. --------------------- The next morning the heavy curtains opened in a dark room, Rachel smiled at the poor boy, cum leaking out of his mouth as he tried to sleep in a horrible uncomfortable position. She helped him up, put a robe around his body and led him to the bathroom. Washing him down, she explained. "You understand that what happened last night was just a one off, we didn't mean to be so rough on you (a lie) and we never intend to leave physical marks (truth), now just forget about it, tell your friends you got a hottie, and I'll never deny it. Try anything stupid, well I've got your name and your home address, I'm sure Mommy and Daddy doesn't want to see what you were up to last night." Rachel rubbed him down, what she was actually doing was checking for physical marks, she couldn't get a taped admittance to him accepting physical pain, he'd seemed quite turned off on the idea when mentioned, so this one had to be carefully done, not as depraved as some. Happy not marks were left, she gathered his washed clothes and sent him on his way. Walking sorely he waddled away, she again smiled, his ass had taken it not so well, nothing up there before. She began to close the door when she heard voices, making sure she did quietly, she put an ear to the door, to listen. --------------------- John and Margaret were off again, and as always as he passed Flat 1 with that cheeky smile on his face, Margaret looked disapprovingly. "I'm tell you, she's got to be the Block Whore, when do you ever see her, early morning when some guy is leaving, usually worse for wear, or really late at night when she's bringing them in, and the guy....well I could care less about him actually." John's cheeky smile ruins the serious tone of his speech. "You just want in bed with her to do nasty things." "Doesn't have to be the bed, the kitchen table, the sofa, hell the bath, if she's what you said she looks like....." While the statement would be true for John, he says these things to wind up his sexual reluctant partner, he finds it helps motivate them to try new things, and new things is exactly what he's angling at. --------------------- "I'm tell you, she's got to be the Block Whore, when do you ever see her, early morning when some guy is leaving, usually worse for wear, or really late at night when she's bringing them in, and the guy...." "Cheeky fucker, I'll have his balls." "You just want in bed with her to do nasty things." Rachel clicks the lock and makes sure the door is closed good and proper. "Really Mr John, nasty things to me, I don't think so, I think it'll be nasty things to you." "You're up early, again. Our guest left for the day?" Richard always looked worse for wear in the morning, but he had that bright little look in his face that he'd enjoyed himself. "Yes and I have our next target, the guy from upstairs in 5 certainly looks an interesting subject." "Bit close to home isn't it, and another guy? Its girls turn to be treated." Richard was sometimes a little concerned that all these guys sucking his cock; he was enjoying it, don't get him wrong. He enjoyed the debauchery of it all, but women were his first choice. "Don't worry about proximity, people have always known where we've lived but no one has ever said anything and by the time their guilt for others kicks in, we'll have moved on again. As for you, his girl does seem delicious, how about a two'fer. We've got more than enough restraints." Images of him and his sister, anal fucking the girl and the guy got Richard hard, he could never do anything with Rachel, the thought of doing his sister made him sick, but having sex in the same room as her drove him to new levels of crazy. "It's a deal; a few days then, too plan." --------------------- It was another of those mornings for Margaret, up early to go to work, while John lay in bed enjoying more sleep, she was particularly cranky because she didn't get sex last night. A late night for John, too much computer games and beer. It is alright for him; he'd get up in an hour or so and masturbate in front of some weird ass porn. He had strange tastes. She closed the door behind her, broken and only lockable from the inside; she was walking down the steps to see a lovely sight. The girl from flat 1. Margaret had had her share of lesbian lovers, and this girl was grade A gorgeous. Margaret was happy to shyly slink past the girl with a slight nod to acknowledge her; the girl however almost grabbed her. "Hi I'm Rachel; I was wondering is your boyfriend home?" Caught by slight surprise, it turns to annoyance, she and John had once been a couple but that had been a long time ago, these days they were firmly fuck buddies. "He's upstairs, I'm Margaret, and he's just my fuck buddy." "Love the honesty sweets, I'll let you get off to work, I need a word with your buddy." Margaret wasn't overly sure, but she didn't have time to argue, he was a big boy he could look after himself. Maybe that's what she was worried about. She turned and darkness enveloped her, she felt a pain in her stomach before collapsing to the ground, falling to unconsciousness. "I got her sis, I'm going to set her up, don't be too long with that boy." Rachel smiled down at her brother as he lifted Margaret up like a sack of potatoes, taking her inside. Rachel continued up to the 3rd floor, flat 5, she knocked. No answer. Knocked again. --------------------- "Fucking postman." John whispered; well this time no dressing gown, this bastard has awoken me up for the last time. Stark naked John answers the door, and almost immediately regrets it. He quickly pushes the door too and runs for his dressing gown, placing it around him he returns to the door. "Sorry about that....I...err...thought you were the postman." "Is that the usual way to greet the postman around here?" "No, but it's more than he deserves." "So I can see." Rachel eyes him up and down, he's not bad looking, long hair, ok body, not muscular but not fat by any means, but it's his cock that stands tall between his legs, a bad (good) case of morning wood. "Can I help you?" Rachel is snapped out of day dreaming by her neighbour. "Yes sorry, My Name is Rachel I'm the new girl in flat 1, I was wondering if I could have a quick chat." "Yes please come in, I'll go and get some proper clothes on." "Don't bother." Her manner became stern; John feared the worse, only to have it confirmed. "I've heard what you and your little whore joke about on the stairs when you pass my flat, you think your funny with those little quips, about me being a whore, and guys leaving early morning, every morning....well....." John couldn't answer, he was caught hand in the cookie jar, he tried to apologize, what happened next was even more unexpected. Halfway through a sorry, Rachel walked up to him, with one hand grabs his ass, the other on his back and pulled him in for a full on embrace. Half stunned he didn't realise what was going on, he quickly cottoned on when the hand on his ass moved to his cock. Within moments he had her down to nothing but skirt, skilfully sliding her panties off while leaving the skirt on. She pushed him against the wall, his dressing gown joining the rest on the floor. She positioned herself and jumped on, John ramming his cock into her wet pussy. Ever the gentleman he carried her to the bedroom where for almost an hour, they moved around the position until finally, she demanded him into her mouth and let him cum for all his might, she smiled before swallowing it all down. Exhausted they lay back on the bed. --------------------- Several hours had passed when John and Rachel awoke from their slumber, slowly going through the motions of getting themselves back together, the two of them got dressed, had a coffee each, a light snack and finally made preparations. John thought of how lucky he was that Margaret was at work all day, the one day she had a shortened lunch and no time to come home, that worked nicely. He was just checking everything was locked up and ok, he'd been invited downstairs and invite he wasn't going to pass up when he saw the light flashing on the phone, he checked the message. "...Hello Margaret this is Darren, if you're sick in future can you make sure you phone in to let us know and can you give me a call anyway when you get yourself together, cheers." John looked puzzled not like her not to go to work, like her to not want to, but to actually not go was something else. He sent her a message for her to contact him when she could, he was sure an explanation would be sent. He grabbed his light wear jacket and he and Rachel made their way down stairs. --------------------- John had been in this flat many times, but not since his old buddy moved out and the new neighbours moved in. Not much had changed a few photos, many of Rachel and a guy, "Who's the fella?" "Oh that's my brother Richard, he lives here with me, I don't think he's home however. Have a look I'll be back in a minute." Rachel had done this a hundred times, lure the guy in, get him distracted and then literally knock him out. This time would be no different but she had to admit, John was some guy, not the best looking guy ever but he was certainly good in bed. Still wouldn't be fair to the old baseball bat if she didn't swing for him. Plenty of practice had made her a deadly hitter. John looked at more photos, they looked close, all smiles. The strange sound came from the living room, he waited a few seconds, and then again....it was. He saw the reflection just in time to duck, the bat swung and hit nothing but air. With the element of surprise gone Rachel was in trouble. She swung again but John swatted the bat away, he stuck out a leg, Rachel over balanced fell and smashed her own her against the side cabinet, she was out cold. John pushed into the living room, leaving her lying body; it was here he saw Margaret's bag, her phone just on top and that sound, distinctive and bloody annoying. He came back out, the main bedroom door was open, but the side room was locked and looked very different, he walked up and put his ear to the door. --------------------- There was a distinct thumb and then the sound of a body falling to the ground. "Ahh...did you hear that my sweet, that was the sound of my sister taking care of your little fuck friend, soon he'll be joining us for a little bit of humiliation, a little bit of pain and a whole lot of debauchery." Margaret was on the floor, that bastard had all but raped her. He'd taken her off the stairs and knocked her out, when she had come too, he was cuming on her face. She wanted to hit out but her naked form had its arms tied behind her back and legs chained to the wall. There was another thumb. "Rachel are you alright, you need a hand dragging him in." A few seconds and no reply. "Wait just here my sweet, I've got to go give her a hand, but don't worry I'll be right back for you." Richard crossed the room to open the door, the follow few seconds made him wish he hadn't. It wasn't Rachel at the door, all he heard was a 'hi' and then felt the thumb of the bat smash over his head, darkness enveloped him. Margaret started to make noise through the ball gag in her mouth, John may have fantasised about something like this but only on a consensual basis. He rushed across the room and removed the hand binds and ball gag, the chains were locked. Margaret pointed to the shelf where several sets of keys were hanging, on the third attempt John found the right key and released her. She looked frail, he helped her up and out the door, she placed a well aimed kick into the downed Richard's sternum before staging past a lying girl and into the living room. They sat and talked for several minutes about what they were going to do. The police was mentioned, but John had better ideas. --------------------- Richard felt groggy, he felt more than that, not since he'd.....well he didn't like to think of his past, it was his present he was concerned with, or he would be once he came to his senses. He looked around; he seemed to be tied to something, somewhere. As he eyes cleared and his view straightened, he recognised the scene. Tied to the back wall in 'the room', spread eagled vertically, exposed of everything. His musing was brought to an end by a voice. "You see a couple of things, number one I don't like seeing men naked, it's nothing personal, I mean I'm not overly oh fae with it in the changing room, but I see it as one of those things that has to happen. We're a sports team, we need to change you move around your going to see something unpleasant, that's just the way life is. That being said, it's not my favourite past time. Number two is, I spend far too much time reading the news, now I remember hearing about a brother sister combo who got suddenly left a town 50 miles from here. Allegedly they'd been accused of raping a poor girl, leaving her emotional broken. Now my educated guess would be that it was you and missy over there." Richard notice Rachel on the floor, her entire body was body, arms tied to her, she was out cold. "Oh don't worry I've already enjoyed your sister, and I may again later, but for now we need to have a little discussion about what you did to my friend. At the moment she's standing outside, mixed between crying and all outrage. She wanted to go to the cops, but I'm more a now man, and I think we can clear up a little misunderstanding don't you, and come to a clean fair punishment." Richard was beginning to realise his predicament, they usually pick loners because no one would come to their rescue, no one would really stand up for themselves. They'd made a mistake with this one, he was wrong, twisted. "Now I'm going to ask you as politely as I can, did you touch her." Richard took a few moments to think of an answer, he didn't, he'd just wanked over her, he always waited for Rachel, she was the lead, but somehow he knew this guy wouldn't believe him. This guy, who was this guy, well it be a start. "If you going to intimidate me, and threaten me, at least give me the decency of your name." The strike wasn't hard but it was sudden, a back hand across the face, it smarted, and a red hand shape was left across Richards face. "My name is John, and for every time you stall, or you don't answer to my satisfaction the pain will increase, trust me this scene is not so wrong to me, I had an ex who would make your little game look like child's play, of course we kept it consensual. Not like you, I've got no problem with a bit of fun but you've actively hurt people, now I'm now hero but when you touch my friends we got a problem, and it looks like for now the upper hand is mine, so I will ask you again. Did you touch her?" "Of course I touched her, I had to too get her in her, I had to place my arm around her neck so the oxygen would slowly be cut off, enough to make her pass out and bring her in here, to strip her down and then wank in her face to wake her up." He waited, and waited but the hit never came, John was smiling at him. "What are you waiting for, get it over with." "Oh we've done with your trial; an admittance of guilt is just fine. I'm not going to punish you why you admit yourself. I am however going to punish you for your crime. Well I say me..." He bangs twice on the door, Margaret enters, swallows the lump in his throat. "The scene is yours Margaret, you may use anything you so wish to deliver what punishment you see fitting." She looked around the room, it was hard, she just wanted to ball up her fists and pound on him, but she knew that she had to make this last, to make the bastard pay for what he'd done. She selects a small horse whip, its many tassels look worn, she swings back and unleashes. The howl of pain coming from Richard as the whip lashes against his chest would be deafening and surely heard if not for the sound proofed walls. She attacked him again and again, finally taking blood from his hairless chest. Breathing hard after twenty of so blows she stops, looks at the husk of a man and starts to cry. John holds her. Whispering into her ear she nods before leaving not only the room but the whole flat. "My friend is going to have a hot bath and some food before sleep; I think the rest will do her good. You and her are done, however I may need you in the punishment of your sister, but for now I'd like you to stay quiet." (Weakly) "I can do that." "Yes you can." And with that John punches Richard in the face; he hangs down as much as possible against his bonds. John turns to Rachel. "Now my dear, my turn..." --------------------- As Rachel came to see was in woozy, she felt something on her head. "Yes I was nice enough to put a plaster on your head, wasn't much of a bump but some ice and a cover were the least I could do as a gentlemen." "If you were a gentleman you'd let me go...." Neighbours Rachel gasped as she saw her brother; he was bleeding from the chest and handing down. "What did you do to him? You bastard...." "Scream all you like my dear, your sound proof room. As for him he brought it upon himself, he seemed to accept his punishment quite well. Leads me to believe that it is you and not him who is the ring leader in this little escapade. Did we string our little brother along; did you tease him a little so you could play your perverted games? Hmm...Yeah I thought so." Rachel spat at him, missing by some margin. "I'd never touch my brother like that, that's disgusting. We merely shared in our conquest. But you're right; I did have to do most of the work. I always brought the boys home and he never seemed to mind getting his dick sucked by some sissy, never liked to fuck them though. He was only useful to me when the girl was so up herself she wouldn't indulge me in a little girl on girl." "Oh yes, he is a pretty boy. You see he got a trial, you won't. You are guilty; my only problem is making you actually suffer instead of enjoy what is going to happen. But thanks to your little rant I think I have the idea. " John moved over to the side of the room, dragging out the stocks, he opened the hatch at the top and upon releasing Richard from his bonds placed him between the holes within the device, with a click the latch closed swiftly followed by the padlock. A couple of chains around the ankles and the slack taken away secured him to the spot, Rachel had a clear view of what was going to on, her brother was shackled, was this man going to fuck her own brother in front of her, disgusting but hardly painful. The true events turned out to be similar, Richard would be fucked, just not by John. The shackles attached to Rachel allowed her movement but only if someone released some slack. Keeping a firm hand on the chain, John released some slack and then reattached it to stay. With a stern shot to the stomach he winded Rachel, this would allow him the time to attached the strap on to her waist, he made sure to pick the double ended one, he wanted them both to enjoy this, but just to make sure, he placed a ball gag into Rachel's mouth, he didn't want Richard to be disturbed. He found the tube of KY jelly, these people had everything for every occasion, if they moved out he'd have to consider this place. He poured the lubricant over the strap on, and over Richards's ass, lubing up his hole. Rachel tried to scream but all that came out were muffled sounds. Still bound head to toe it was hard for her to move, so John helped her into position, placing the dildo at the entrance to Richard's arse. With a light push on her arse the dildo slipped into his. Richard moaned a little, he was groggy, but with a little splash of water he seemed to come round to it. John made sure he stood behind Richard so he couldn't be seen; only heard. He had to anyway he had to get Rachel excited enough to fuck her own brother, that meant giving her a few pushes in the right direction. "What.....are you doing to me?....Are you fucking me....you fucking queer.........I'll....AH.....Fuck you up...." "Now Richard that isn't a very nice thing to say to someone who has treated you so well, see I know that you're the submissive one in this little relationship, the problem you've been having is, your sister only wants to play dominant/dominate with a third being the sub, that's left you feeling quiet unfulfilled. I know that you've wanted to be taken, I can tell from your body language now, your all tense with excitement." "I think you'll find that's stiff from the large cock up my arse you bastard." Rachel's screams had been brought to mere moans, she had been the first to crack, despite her utter outrage of defiling her own brother, hell even touching his cock made her feel ill. But here she was fully rogering her own brother up the arse with a strap on dildo, and really starting to enjoy it. Her enjoyment was almost halted upon realisation that Richard had started to push back. John had kept silent and very slowly removed his influence over the pair, to let them do their own thing. He'd spotted a video camera by the wall and with quiet steps as not to disturbed; he set the camera up to show brother and sister the alternative loving style. Knowing her brother was a sissy would have horrified her if not for the fact that it was her sissyfying him and that she was now enjoying it as much as he was. 5 minutes of blissful fucking continued, Rachel orgasmed at least twice during this period, and Richards cock was fully hard, aching for release that was coming. John thought now was the time. He slowly walked around to the front to see Richard. Richard was confused; John was standing fully clothed in front of him. "But? you're still fucking me." "And you're enjoying every moment of it, but I've afraid boy love is not for me." John walked back around and releases the ball gag from Rachel; she didn't know what to say. "Richard." One word, cut through the air, Richard himself was shocked, his own sister, that was so disgusting, so wrong, so humiliating............so good. "Don't stop Rachel, just don't stop." John afforded them a little freedom, releasing Rachel's arms. Instead of attacking him like she would of five minutes ago, she grabbed her brothers hips and started ramming the dildo down his arse, harder and harder, until both of them came in a glorious finally. For a couple minutes both lay exhausted, but with a plastic dick up his arse and a lifetime of pent up emotions finally coming to the surface, Richard was soon hard again. Rachel found herself rebound, her arms back at her side and the ball gag back in her mouth. Richard was in dream land unable to stop anything that happened to him, the harness was removed from Rachel and placed around Richard to keep the Dildo in his arse. John repositioned the stocks and the bed; he made the neck holes higher and placed Richard's kneeling form onto the bed. Picking Rachel up, he placed her on the bed, her head close to Richard's dick. He removed the ball gag again, he held two dildos in his hand, one was 8 inches by 2 the other was 12 by 4. "If you suck his dick I will use the smaller one on your pussy, I can see you aching for more down there and I'm willing to oblige if you continue your job on brother dearest. If not I will take the large one and with no lube shove it so far up your arse you won't sit down for a month." Rachel did not look pleased, her anger had returned, this wasn't how it's suppose to happen, she runs the show not some other bastard. The options were deplorable. "Now I'm guessing you've never had it up the back passage, and I know for sure that you love to suck dick, as you did such a great job on me earlier. But could you do the same for brother dearest, and remember he just came so it's going to take a hell of a job to get him to come again, but until then your punishment is not complete." Rachel had little choice, difficult to move, impossible to attack, she didn't fancy having the monster dildo up her bum, something she'd taken great pleasure in doing to other ladies of the night. Edging forward, her mouth open but eyes only half, he tentatively licked to find his cock, upon contact she quickly took him into her sweet soft mouth. What a sight this was, two former rapists, two former doms, now submitting to the punishments as dished out by an escapee. One had accepted his place as a sub, a sub he'd always wanted to be, but it was breaking Rachel and making her realise that she too needed to be controlled that would be John's greatest achievement. The manipulation of the smaller dildo at her pussy entrance was driving Rachel insane, but it was the sight of her stretching, trying to get a better hold on her brother that was finally too much for John to contain himself. Removing his T-shirt, jeans and pants, his hardening cock sort out the sweet entrance to her pussy and delved in. Minutes ago Rachel had been filled by a large plastic dildo, but there's nothing like the real thing, and when john got into a good rhythm, the three of them were soon moaning in ecstasy. Rachel seemed to forget out her brother, only realising as John slowed that she was being punished. Something that John saw as well. "You can give him a hand job and enjoy the fucking but only if you agree." "Too what." "Agree and find out or suck your brother and fuck or no fuck." "Yes, anything please fuck me." Her desperate cries for sex, was only matched by her brothers moans as she placed her hand around his cock and started to masturbate him. John felt sorry for her in a way, but he just had to remember the evil things that they had done and that the punishment was fitting. He started to thrust in and out again, Rachel hanging her head back in delight, unable to see what John was doing. With careful precision he lubed up the monster dildo, and with no warning, shoved it straight up Rachel's arse. She screamed, so loud it seemed the walls would come crumbling down. They didn't, and John continued to fuck both her holes, she could barely keep herself together; the double assault was too much for her. It was Richard who shot first however, the creamy shots splattering across her face. John thought how could that looked and decided to add. Pulling out he placed the smaller dildo back into her pussy and finished himself off over her face, the double pounding of the dildo's inside her and the cum on her face finished Rachel off, she was done, the orgasm washed over her in beautiful waves. --------------------- The sight was righteous, they lay, well one was in stocks, two evil minded people, who just happened to come across someone who was as twisted and perverse as they were, the only difference being he had some restraint. Now the beast was out of him, like a calm wave washing over the shore, John felt refreshed. Some justice had been dished out, at least in his eyes, and better yet he got to exorcise his demons. Rachel and Richard were in a haze of ecstasy, they'd experience things they'd never done before, the aftermath would be a mess and John didn't want to hang around and see their faces when the realisation hit them. He made a discreet exit, back to tend on Margaret's wounds. --------------------- Flat 1 was empty the next day, the furniture gone, the toys gone, no sign of any of the events that had taken place here. John wondered if they'd set up again, somehow he doubt it. THE END Neighbours A bus stopped at the Kushiwa Street. The driver, mechanically, opened the door and let out two teenagers. He didn't care of the boy at all when he passed, but when the girl passed, he couldn't help himself smile as she skimmed his shoulder and moved her pinkie hand at him, thanking the driver for the ride. He waited for her to get out of the bus, nor without looking at her butt rumbling. This girl was like an angel, and the driver was so happy that we assigned him to her street. He sighed, content, closed the bus door and continued on his road. Nikko walked on the street, his house within sight. Nikko was sixteen years old. He had his hair short and his beard, always shaved. Nikko wore a slightly jacket, with a black and white t-shirt under. His jeans, dark, were covering his laces on top of his shoes, which were black with some fine red striped. He was holding his backpack with only one shoulder. He was about to open the little fence that bounded his house when he noticed her. Marissa was also walking towards her house. At sixteen years old, she was very beautiful and looked like a girl of eighteen. She wore a dark blue shirt without sleeves over another shirt, this one white. She had rolled up the sleeves of her white shirt at the high of her elbows to give some fresh hair to her slender arms. She also wore a tiny skirt, as high as her knees, dark blue too. Her calves, as the rest of her body, were not too much tanned, but enough to be remarked by everyone. Her shoes were black, with a little heel. Marissa's long hair was brown clear, some in front of her two shoulders, but the most part behind her back. They had a spiky finish. She was about to open the little fence that bounded her house when she noticed him. Nikko and Marissa were neighbours since their childhood. It's Nikko's parent that forced the little boy to go knock at their neighbour's house to go meet a possible friend. Shy and all red, Nikko finally accepted to go knock at their neighbour's house in exchange of a chocolate bar. When Nikko knocked, he asked them if a certain "Marissa" was there and if she could play with him. They told him to wait there, which seemed to be a hundred years for Nikko. Then, Marissa appeared, a doll in her hand. She had a little doll in her hand and she had two little quilt on each side of her head. She was also very shy. Still, she talked first and asked him if he wanted to play doll with her. He accepted, thinking that when she said "doll" it would be like his doll. He grimaced when he saw that her bedroom was all pink everywhere and that it was all girl stuffs, doll included. Then he randomly looked through her window and noticed that the other window on the other side lead to his home. He told her to wait for him and, courageously, went to his house from her window to his. He found it easier that he had thought. The space between their houses was only of 50 centimetres and less. When he came back, they both played doll, where Nikko's G.I. Joe killed every enemies and fall in love with Marissa's doll. They had great fun and it's how their friendship began. Few weeks later, Nikko had even moved his bedroom to the room connecting to her window, which pleased each other. Through years, they passed over many things. But, few years ago, it seemed that the connection they had had just disappeared. A cold settled between the two friends and they stopped talking to each other, stopped seeing each other. Their curtains, formerly always raised, were now down. And now, they were both looking at each other since a long time. Marissa, not impressed at all, gave him a weird look and asked: "What're you staring at?" Nikko, surprised, lost his balance. But quickly recovered it as he answered her on the same ton "Nothing...not like I'm interested in your flat chest" Marissa felt insulted. She looked away and replied dryly "Hmph, not interested in midgets" Nikko's eyes widened "What?" She looked at him with playful eyes and said "Nino Nino" This time, it was Nikko that felt insulted "It's not Nino, it's Nikko!" "Do I look like I care, Nino?" she smirked. Nikko's eyes were filled with anger. It was so sad that his mom told him to never hit a girl. Plus, at the moment, he had nothing to say. So he just looked away like she did few seconds ago and simply let out a "Hmph". He opened his fence and walked at his door. Marissa did not care at all and also went to her door. They opened their door at the same time and, without looking at each other, entered in their respective house and smashed their door behind them. Immediately, Nikko climbed the stairs and went to his bedroom, lying on his bed. He crossed his fingers behind his head and thought about the little meet he just had with Marissa. He looked at the window and sighed as he saw her sight walking in her own room. Before, it would be exactly at this time that she would open her window and talk to him about the day she just had, Nikko doing the same with her. But since their relationship had failed, they were just staying in their room. The supper had been short and dry for Nikko. He quickly went to his bedroom again, did his homework, took a hot shower and went to his bed, dreaming about his ancient friend. Neighbours "I was just thinking that...I should maybe keep you as my pet!" she said with a very big smile. "WHAT!?" Nikko screamed. "Not for the rest of your life, idiot! Just as we find a solution to make you bigger." Then, she pulled a bit on his dress "And you're so cute in that tiny dress!" Nikko sighed, and looked back into her eyes "Okay...I stay if you find me more suitable clothes for me..." Marissa giggled "Deal accepted" she presented her index finger in front of him. He took hold of it with his two hands, but, unexpectedly, she lifted her finger high in the air, Nikko still having a hold on it. "Hey! Wow wow wow! What you doing!?" Nikko screamed of fear. "Oh sorry!" she deposited him on her desk "I'm not used to shake hands with a tiny" she winked at him. Nikko grumbled something inaudible and stared at her. "Yes?" Marissa asked. "Well...?" he waited. He sighed and reminded her: "MY CLOTHES! I want new clothes! Right now!" "Oh! Right right now? Mmmh..." she looked around her "You know what? I'll make them myself!" she chewed her tongue and quickly got up. "Come with me!" She didn't let Nikko the time to answer. She quickly grabbed him, nor without hearing his protestations, and went to the granary, where the sewing machine was. And this is how Nikko's life as a tiny started, the gentle Marissa taking care of him. Neighbours They say you can pick your friends, not your relatives. The same sort of thing applies to neighbours. They move in next door and you're stuck with them. I've had some very good neighbours over the years, some so-so, and some not so good. My current neighbour is one of the not so good. There're two women there. There's Sandra, about forty, who dresses and acts as though she were still twenty. She can get away with it most times because she still has a very good figure. Then there's her daughter, Denise, about twenty. Dresses her age but tends to act as though she's fifteen. She, I might add, has a sensational figure. I've been having a few problems with them, little things really, but sometimes it's those little things that can irritate the most. Poor maintenance on their yard means I have leaves and rotten fruit dropping into mine. The occasional loud party which doesn't disturb me per se, as I have double glazing and quite good sound proofing, but finding discarded bottles all over my yard after a party is tiresome. What really got to me came after a period of heavy rain, three or four days of it, soaking the ground and making it really soft. Then the ladies had one of their little parties. Sometime during the evening both mother and daughter wanted to go down the street, but one of their guests had parked between them and the road. Instead of asking the guest to move his car so they could get out, both women detoured across my front lawn and garden. On the soft ground I mentioned. I had two sets of tyre tracks ripping across my front lawn and garden, tearing up great chunks of the lawn and destroying a number of plants. It was going to take me considerable time and money to fix the damage. I was, annoyed, I think might be the correct word. I thought I would wander over when I knew they were both home and have a chat. Waiting until I knew they were both home, I finally went around and knocked. Now, after all that rain, we were finally having some hot weather. The women were feeling lazy in the heat, and didn't bother to answer the door. They just yelled at me to come in, so I did. The two women were sitting around in the front room, TV on, cold drinks available, and wearing bikinis. Very small bikinis. I expressed my complaint, politely and clearly. Basically, they had caused some damage and it was their responsibility to do something about helping get it cleared up. A simple apology would have sufficed, whereas an offer to help tidy up the mess would have been politely refused but appreciated in the spirit it was offered. Fat chance. Both of them sneered at the idea that they should apologise or offer to help fix the damage. They just laughed at me. I tried to be reasonable about it but they were, to put it bluntly, unreasonable and derisive. They hadn't made it rain. No. They'd just driven their cars all over my lawn, turning it into a mud pile. Sandra stuck out her hip and slapped her bottom, saying "so spank me for a naughty girl." Her daughter wasn't quite as polite when she told me what to do. I probably shouldn't have done what I did, but I'll admit they made me lose my temper. Sandra was standing in easy reach. I just reached out, grabbed her arm and jerked, and she was falling across my lap. "Spank you, you say?" I asked her. "OK" I yanked her bikini bottom down and slapped her bottom hard. She promptly squawked and arched her back up, trying to get loose, but she didn't have a chance. I continued to spank her bottom. If a few blows went astray and stung her pussy, then as far as I was concerned, that was her problem. Denise thought the whole thing was hilarious, dancing around and cheering and egging me on. Sandra was carrying on and screaming as though I was using a stock whip, but the way she wiggled her bottom up to meet the spanks and the way she spread her legs so I could get a good view between them caused me to suspect that she was enjoying it. Whatever, it was certainly a new experience for her. After I finished the spanking I stood her up. Sandra stood there, glaring down at me, holding her bottom and red in the face. I looked up at her, turned my glance down to where her pussy was inches from my face and gently poked it, telling her maybe she should put it away. She started swearing at me, but she also pulled up her bikini and then told me to get out. Denise had enjoyed the show and was practically rolling around the floor laughing. I looked at Sandra and pointed out that she had told me to spank her, so I took her at her word. "Denise on the other hand," I added, "told me to get fucked." Before Denise caught on to what I had said and implied, I had taken her arm and was drawing her over to the couch. I think the pair of them thought I was going to spank her at first, as Sandra just laughed and said "See if you think it's so funny now." I hoicked Denise over my knee, where she wriggled and swore at me, and then I yanked down her bathers. Not just down as I had with Sandra, but down and off. Then I reached up and undid her top, and pulled that off. Now she was nude and my hands started wandering, rubbing her breasts and pussy. She quickly realised that spanking wasn't on my mind and started struggling in earnest. Not much use. I was far too big and strong. The same thing finally dawned on Sandra, and she started laughing and giving daughter advice on what to do while getting screwed. Deciding it was time to get started, I twisted around and dumped Denise flat on her back on the couch, easing one leg off the couch to the side so that I had access. Denise was twisting and heaving and yelling at me, not that it was doing her any good. I managed to slip of my trousers and let her see that I was fully erect and ready for her. Her mother also noticed and gave an appreciative whistle. Strange behaviour for a mother about to see her daughter raped, but I suppose that's their business. I twisted so that Denise could feel my cock pressing lightly against her pussy, and she starts struggling harder. She was twisting and turning and trying to buck, but I was holding her easily, timing her struggles. Then I placed myself where I thought it would do the most good, and on her next upward buck and she skewered herself as nicely as you please. Denise let out a scream of fury. I think she was especially angry because she knew that she'd thrust herself onto me, not vice versa. Now it was Sandra's turn to ROFL. Denise kept struggling, but by holding still and being patient I didn't have to press home one damn inch. Denise's efforts were driving her onto my cock, and all I had to do was wait. When she realised that she had manage to fully impale herself, Denise stopped bucking and started twisting from side to side. It was marvellous. I asked her where she learnt it. She started bucking again in answer, and it wasn't long before we were going hot and heavy. I finally remembered some caution and managed to ask her if she was on the pill and she said yes. Actually, she screamed "YES, YES, YES" while riding me as hard as I was riding her, but I took that to be the answer to my question. As you know, all good things must come to an end, and eventually our little escapade finished. I'm afraid I just wasn't in a state to pull out at the last moment, but Denise didn't seem to mind. It was patently obvious that she'd enjoyed the sex, even if it was unexpected, and had climaxed herself. I politely asked that they keep their cars off my lawn and garden in future, and they both politely agreed. I didn't trust their promises one inch. - - - I fixed my lawn and garden, including putting a row of small bushes between our two properties, staking them in place to ensure they grew straight. Then I waited to see what would happen. After a series of wet days, I heard a car next door revving up and do a fast start. It then did an even faster stop. I settled in the front room with a drink and waited, my front door unlocked and open. Denise and a friend of hers came in. Denise was furious. She had to stop and swallow before she could come out and explain the problem. Her car was stuck in my garden, and she considered it to be my fault. "I'm sorry," I said, "but I don't quite understand. Why is your car stuck and how is it my fault?" Denise hastened to explain. She had accidentally driven into those bushes along the fence-line, and her car was impaled on the spikes that I had hidden in them. "Do you mean the stakes I use to support the plants," I asked innocently. "They're just there to hold them upright until they settle. It's not as though I was expecting anyone to drive there." Denise was furious, not helped by her friend having a fit of giggles. Denise pointed out that whatever the reason, both her front tyres had been punctured and she afraid that if she tried to drive off them, the spikes would rip her tyres to shreds. I thought that they probably already had, but it didn't seem politic to say so. Instead I went on the attack. "It seems to me, Denise, that you deliberately tried to drive across my garden and lawn. If you had just accidently bumped the bushes, you would have felt the impact and stopped. To actually manage to skewer both tyres you must have been revving it a bit." I shook my head sadly. "I believe that you were going to race across my lawn, after promising not to do so again. I think you need a lesson in manners and the importance of keeping promises." I received a stunned "What?" from Denise. "Don't you remember our last little lesson?" I asked, my voice as soft and gentle as I could make it. "By a happy coincidence, the same circumstances have arisen. Two young ladies are here for some discipline, one for a spanking and one for ravishing. Who's your friend." "Carlene. She's my cousin. And you're not ravishing me again." She added. "Again?" asked Carlene, curiosity running wild. "That's OK, Denise," I told her. "This time I'll spank you and ravish Carlene." "Me? Why me?" asked Carlene, somewhat shocked and not knowing what was going on. "Because you're here and supporting Denise," I said reasonably. "Why don't you girls drop your shorts and panties and bend over that chair while I finish my drink. I won't be long." Denise was looking daggers at me. "You're insane," she enunciated very precisely. "We're leaving." "No, you're not," I contradicted her. "It's why you came over after you realised that you'd screwed up. Now bend over or you may find you're getting a spanking and a ravishment." I had Denise figured right. She was a submissive, and the spanking was precisely what she came over for. I'd probably have to have sex with her this evening, when she was properly contrite. Denise flushed but she turned and bent over the chair, pushing her shorts and panties down as she did so. (And wriggling her bottom the whole time.) Carlene was shocked. "Denise, what are you doing?" she hissed. "She's preparing for her spanking," I told her. "She knows that she was bad and deserves to be punished. Seeing I'll be ravishing you, you should get fully undressed. I really like to play with boobies when I ravish someone." Carlene started at me as though I was some sort of strange animal. "But you don't even know me," she said. "Why would you demand to have sex with me?" "Because I find you attractive and I want you," I said simply. Carlene looking at me, then at Denise bent over the chair, and then at the door, trying to decide if she should bolt. I laid a bet with myself that she was another submissive, like Denise. If she was, she'd yield to the arrogance I was displaying. Carlene swallowed, then moved slowly over to the chair next to Denise. Bending over it she lifted her skirt and pushed her panties down. It was a start. I was prepared to lay another bet with myself that she was starting to feel hot and excited. She was going to be taken by someone she'd only just met, with no preliminaries. I finished my drink and strolled across to the girls and delivered a firm spank to Denise's pretty bottom. Denise yelped and Carlene jumped. Carlene was looking at me in shock. She hadn't really thought I was serious, and was hoping that all that might be involved was a bit of flashing and possibly a bit of groping. Suddenly she realised that there was going to be more. I could see a flush rising in her face and her breathing was getting heavier. I couldn't know for sure, yet, but she was probably getting nice and hot and wet in anticipation. I smiled at her. "While I spank Denise, you had better be busy taking off the rest of your clothes. Or you may get a spank as well." I ignored Carlene's feeble protests and started spanking Denise, slowly. Her bottom was twitching and bouncing, but she didn't try to cover it. She slowly let her legs drift apart so I'd have a better view of her pussy. The spanking was getting her thoroughly turned on. Carlene slowly undressed, watching the spanking with appalled interest. She could practically feel those spanks landing on her own bottom, and she could feel it twitching in sympathy. I thoroughly warmed Denise's rump, and after getting a nice glow on it I changed positions to be standing alongside her, where I could more easily smack her pussy. I then proceeded to give Denise's pussy a series of short sharp smacks, pounding an extra message home. Denise started squealing in surprise, changed to yelping, gasping, screaming and then coming, having a cockless climax. Leaving her bent over the chair gasping, I turned to Carlene, who had been watching everything in quiet horror and a fascinated anticipation. I take out my erection and she looks at it and then snaps head away, looking elsewhere. I feel her pussy and surprise, surprise, she is already hot and wet. She doesn't resist as I part her lips and enter, just shudders and gasps, and presses her pussy to meet me. Denise has recovered enough to watch, and she is gazing avidly, enjoying seeing Carlene being reluctantly taken. I'm not sure just how reluctant, as her pussy seems eager to make my acquaintance. I saw no need to hurry with Carlene. As this was our introductory handshake so to speak, I thought to just let her relax and stroll along with me. She seemed to agree, as we settled into a long slow rhythm, rocking gently back and forth. Ignoring Denise's rude comments about other people having things to do so could we please hurry up, we just maintained our pace, with me enjoying Carlene's pussy and a pair of very fine breasts. Despite Denise's comments about having things to do, I noticed she stuck there, watching every stroke, probably planning for a similar session of her own, the little minx. Eventually we reached that point where those long gentle strokes became short urgent ones, and then Carlene was screaming and I was releasing myself into her. When we had all recovered our energy, and clothes, I asked Denise if she needed help getting her car off my garden. She admitted that she did, so I wheeled out my large jack and got her off the spikes and back onto her driveway. I advised Denise to call her garage to come and collect her front wheels for repairs and she skulked off into her house to call them. Carlene was following her in when I stopped her and suggest she return to my house for a while, as I was still horny. Carlene looked shocked for a moment, then shrugged and trotted along next to me, smirking and expectant. One thing about neighbours, if you work at it, you can train them. Neighbours I folded the newspaper and laid it on the table, all bad news I thought as I drained the last half-inch of coffee from my mug. Gail was at the sink washing the breakfast dishes. I never tired of looking at my wife; it was always a good sight, particularly the way she was dressed now, in shorts and a t-shirt. I gazed at her shapely legs and lovely ass and felt a twinge in my loins. She had splashed some water onto her shirt and I could see the profile her large, left breast and hard nipple against the wetness. I stood up, grabbed my mug and dropped it into the sink and gave Gail a kiss on the neck. She smiled and flicked a blob of soap suds onto my nose as I picked up the tea towel. As I dried the few items and placed them aside I was becoming very sexually aroused. Gail had always had this effect on me and now, after 35 years of marriage, I wanted her as much as ever, even though I had to find out something, somehow. I threw down the towel and went behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pressing my erection against her shorts. "I want you, Mrs. Banner," I whispered in her ear and moved my hands to her breasts. "Oh, Mr. Banner, you are naughty, you will have to take me upstairs," she cooed back in a sexy voice. "No, I'm going to take you right here," I said determinedly. "What about Molly and Bill? They could see us through the window." "I don't care, I want you here and here is where I will have you and besides, they're on vacation." "Oh, I completely forgot, what about Josh? "I don't care if Josh sees, I'm going to take you here," I said and unzipped her shorts, pulled them down and fondled her perfect bottom. She spread her legs allowing me easy access to her pussy and my fingers slipped easily inside then onto. My pants came off quickly and pulled her back away from the sink a little and as she bent over, her breasts became submerged in the soapy water. I rubbed my strong erection over her ass then entered her pussy. I moved back and forth at an easy pace, wanting it to last. Over the years I had learned to prolong sex although it had never been easy for me. She had always aroused me so much and I had, for a long time, imagined her with other men, of handing my lovely prize over to someone to enjoy as I did, someone who would be as aroused by her as I was, validating my sexual choice. I couldn't explain these thoughts but they were very strong and exciting. But right now such thoughts were far from my mind as I savoured the feeling of my cock deep inside her wonderful pussy. I reached into the sink and grabbed her tits, it was so erotic feeling them all wet and soapy through the t-shirt and my pace increased. "Baby, oh baby, yes, give it to me," Gail moaned, then, "yes. . .yes. . .yes," each time my thighs smacked against her buttocks. She knew I was past the point of no return and I squeezed her nipples hard and felt a tremendous surge at the base of my erection. I squeezed her luscious, wet tits and ejaculated as I slammed hard into her. "Phew, that was good!" Gail murmured and my cock softened and slipped out of her. "I could do with that again." "We would have to get you another guy. As the song goes, 'I'm not as good as I once was but I'm as good once as I ever was,' so it will have to be another guy,' I said. "Umm, is that something you think about?" "It crosses my mind now and again; I imagine watching you with a well-hung, super hard, young stud, or even a hugely hung not so young stud." "Stop it! You're making me horny, now put the dishes away. I reluctantly let go of her tits and cleared away the dishes. What she had said about my imagining her with another guy making her horny preyed on my mind. What did she mean? Did she secretly lust for another man? Was she seeing another guy? Did I really want to know if she was? Did I want her to and could I handle it if she was? I thought I could but one never knows until it happens. There were lots of questions and no answers and eventually I put it to the back of my mind. Molly and Bill Sedgewick had been our neighbours and friends for 29 years. They were a few years older than Gail and me but we had had many good times over the years. Molly was a little plump but not fat and it suited her, 'thick,' I think they call women of her build. She had curves in all the right places with oversize tits and a shapely ass. Bill was a bit of an exercise nut and was in good shape. He stood about six feet tall and had a trim, muscular body. Our homes had just been completed and we moved in within three week of one another all those years ago. Our home backs onto a woodlot with a ravine beyond and the location was the prime reason we purchased it. We enjoy Nature and a level of privacy and the home offered both. Gail and I had no children whereas Molly and Bill had two sons, Shawn, 27, had moved to New Zealand on a four-year teaching assignment and Josh, 24, had returned from work in Africa six months ago and was staying, temporarily he said, with Molly and Bill. We had watched the boys grow up into fine young men and had often babysat when they were small. An incident occurred several years ago that I still look back on and smile. I was returning through the ravine from birding and as I walked slowly through the woodlot I saw movement through the trees. I stopped and focussed my binoculars and was surprised by what I saw. It was Josh, half hidden by a tree, masturbating. I moved my binoculars in the direction of where he was looking and saw Gail. She was in her bikini and tidying up around the pool. I worked stealthily closer, I don't believe Josh would have heard me anyway; he was so intent on Gail. His cock was a healthy size and very hard, I even felt a twinge of envy. I was close enough now to hear his mutterings as Gail walked about and bent over, "Oh, Mrs. Banner, yeah, bend over and show me your ass, oh, that's it, I love your big tits, suck my dick, suck my dick, I'll fuck your sweet pussy, spread those legs for me, oh yeah, yeah, ooohhh!" He fired off a huge load of cum that splashed against the tree and as he put his cock back in his pants I hid and watched him head home. I never told Gail but I do think about it often and how I couldn't blame the young man for using Gail for his masturbatory fantasies. Gail spent a lot of time around the pool in the summer and was usually scantily clad and I wondered if he spied on her a lot and jerked off. Wednesday dawned bright and clear and I was sitting on the patio with my morning paper and coffee. "Good weather in the Dominican," I called out to Gail, "Molly and Bill will be enjoying themselves, they have nude beaches there don't they?" "I think so but would they go to a nude beach?" Gail said as she came out in her bikini. "If they did I can't let Molly get ahead of me in the tan department; I'll lay by the pool for a while then do a little weeding in the rock garden." "I think they just might. If we were there we would, I'd like to see all the men look at you and get hard." "Oh, hush, I'm a middle-aged woman, nobody would look at me." Once again I admired her body and thought she was very wrong. Her body was still tight and sexy and looked twenty years younger than 55 and a lot of young men prefer a mature woman. "Okay, I'm off birding, I won't be back until after lunch. Once I've checked the ravine I'm going to the lake and see what's happening there." I picked up my binoculars and scope on its tripod, knelt down and kissed Gail on the back of her neck and caressed and patted her ass. "See you in a few hours," I said and trudged off towards the ravine. I had been gone about a half hour when I tripped and my scope slammed against a tree, the eyepiece was shattered and rendered useless. There was nothing to do but head back home, I didn't want to lug the scope around. I came up out of the ravine and through the woodlot expecting to see Gail on a lounger by the pool or over at the rock garden but she was nowhere in sight. I walked around the garden and was nearing the pool house when I heard muffled voices. Not sure what to expect I eased my way over to the window and peered inside. I saw Gail's bikini draped over a stool first then looked to the left. Gail lay naked on a bench with her legs high in the air and Josh was pounding into her with long, hard strokes. "Oh, Josh, yes, fuck me, oh yes baby, let me have it, oh, oh, oh," she was moaning. I just stared and the more I stared the more aroused I became. I had imagined her being fucked by a young stud many times since that day a few years ago and now it was happening I didn't know how I felt. Gail screamed and held Josh tight with her arms and legs around him. He had just ejaculated and was slumped on top of her. I moved out of view of the window and heard Gail say, "John's playing golf on Friday at ten, come about ten-thirty, I'll leave the back door open and you can come right upstairs. I'll be waiting for you in the bedroom and we can play our game." I headed back to the woodlot, unclear of exactly where or why I was going and thinking, what was 'the game' she mentioned? I slumped down and rested my back against a tree to think. My mind couldn't erase the sight of Josh fucking Gail; I could see his big cock thumping into her pussy over and over and hear her moaning with the pleasure of it. Yes, I was confused but I was also terribly aroused and I unzipped my pants and took out my hard cock. I had an overwhelming urge to jack off but an even greater urge to fuck Gail. I wanted to see if her pussy felt the same after another man had had his hard cock in there and would it be incredibly erotic to pump my cock in her pussy already filled with the semen of someone else? I zipped my pants and made my way back to the house. Gail was back in her bikini and weeding the rock garden. I walked up to her and took her arm, "Come," I said. "You're back early, where are we going?" she replied. I didn't answer and took her into the pool house, "Lay down, I'm going to fuck you," and gave her no time to reply and pushed her onto the bench. I pushed her bra up over her tits and took off her bikini bottom. My hands held her legs wide and I plunged my tongue into her pussy. It was swollen and wet from Josh's cock and I could taste something different. . .Josh's cum. My pants came down and I entered her in a rush and gave it to her hard. I wasn't exactly angry but I did want to fuck her as hard as I had seen Josh give it to her, if only to prove to myself that I could. I thought of his cock and cum inside her and it wasn't long before she felt sperm flooding into her. Gail ran her fingers through my hair and clasped her legs over my back, just like she had done with Josh. "Oh, John, I love it when you get horny like this," she panted, "these past few months I seem to be wanting sex more and more. Perhaps it's because we're retired now and have more leisure time, I just know I think about sex a lot more than ever before." "Remember, I'm five years older than you and though my brain is willing my body sometimes reminds me that my young buck days are long gone." "I know, I know, don't worry, I'll be okay." I bet you will I thought and I'll be there on Friday see that you are I thought. I put my golf clubs in the trunk and waved to Gail who was standing at the front door and pulled out of the drive. I drove the five minutes to the park beside the lake and parked the car. I hiked around the lake, through the ravine to the back of my house. I took off my shoes and went in. The house was quiet and halfway up the stairs I heard the shower running. The bedroom door was open and I crept through and into my walk-in closet, leaving the sliding door open an inch or so. The shower turned off and Gail hummed happily to herself. She came out of the ensuite and proceeded to dress in a pink, cupless corset with garters, black stocking and heels. She sat on the end of the bed and played with her nipples and pussy. I looked at my watch, 10:33 and at the moment I heard the back door open. Gail heard it also and lay back on the bed and spread her legs. Josh bounded up the stairs and straight into the room, it was obvious he had been there before, perhaps many times. Gail spread her pussy as he walked into the bedroom and said in almost a purr, "I've got something hot and wet for your tongue and big cock, come and get it, your slut is ready for you." "You look so sexy you fucking slut, open that horny, old cunt for me, I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, you dirty, slutty old whore." "Oh, Josh, I want to be your mature slut fuck, tell me I'm your whore. Tell me how you want your big, hard cock in my wet cunt, tell me, tell me how you're going to fuck me, Josh, I want your young cock to fill me full of cum." This was a side of Gail that I had never seen. How long had their relationship been going on? She obviously loved to play the old slut to his young stud. I was both shocked and incredibly turned on by this display and I released my cock from the confines of my pants. My erection was incredibly hard and I stoked it slowly. "Turn around and get on your hands and knees, you horny slag and show me your ass," Josh said as he removed his shirt. "Yes, I will, I will but show me your cock first, I want to see it." "You'll see it and you'll feel it in your mouth and old pussy. I'm going to fuck you and you're not going to want me to stop, now turn around like I told you to you dirty slut." "Yes, Josh, I will, just fuck me like the whore I am," and she turned and presented her ass to him. Josh walked over to Gail and roughly mauled her ass then gave her two hard spanks on each cheek and said, "When I tell you to do something, you do it! You'll see my cock when I'm good and ready. From now on you call me sir, is that clear you cheap, slutty whore?" and he spanked her again. "Oh yes, Sir, I'm sorry, I just love your cock inside me so much and I need it bad, I sorry, Sir." He didn't respond, he spread her pussy lips and asked, "How many times has this old cunt had a cock it? He rammed two fingers in and finger-fucked her with force." "Oh. . .hundreds. . .thousands but I want yours the most, its so thick and hard, no one has ever fucked me like you do, Sir." "You should thank me for sticking my cock in an old, used cunt like this," and his fingers worked harder. "I do thank you Sir; I thank you every time you fuck me with your big, beautiful cock." "I like to hear you say that you horny slut, get on your knees." Gail got down onto her knees beside the bed and Josh stood in front of her. "Alright, you know what to do," he said. "Yes Sir, thank you Sir, oh thank you Sir," Gail said sounding grateful and she unzipped his jeans and pulled them down. His cock sprang into view, I saw it clearly for the first time and it was very long, thick and hard. Gail stared at it but did not touch it. Josh held his erection and stroked it then held it up against his stomach. "Suck my balls, slut," he demanded and Gail leaned forward and licked and sucked his bag while she fingered herself. "Okay whore, tell me what your mouth is for." "It's for your cock, Sir, to fuck and if you want, to fill with cum," Gail said as she looked up at him. "Open." Gail opened her mouth and Josh held her head with both hands and rammed his cock in and bucked his hips. He fucked her mouth in a way that I would never have thought of doing and there was no doubt she was enjoying it. I had to stop stroking my cock for I was close to shooting my wad over the closet door. When he pulled out Gail was gasping and he picked her up and pushed her over the edge of the bed. "Spread your legs," he ordered and she opened them very wide. He looked down at her bent over the bed, her ass and pussy very exposed to him. "That's a good position for a fucking slut, legs spread and a hungry, old pussy spread. Are you ready for some cock, slut?" he asked as he stroked his big erection. "Oh yes, Sir, stick your cock in my wet cunt and fuck it hard, I want to feel you hot cum splash inside me," Gail panted with excitement. He spanked each cheek of her ass then rammed his cock into her without mercy. Gail moaned loudly as her fucked her rougher than I had ever thought of doing. He grabbed her hands and held them behind her back as her continued to slam into her. She just moaned, "Yes, yes, fuck me Sir, fuck your slut, fill my cunt with cum," over and over. I could see Gail's lovely ass from my hiding place and it looked so erotic the way it moved every time Josh slammed hard into her. The sound his cock was making told me that her pussy was super wet and that and her erotic and filthy words were too much for me and I shot a heavy load somewhere into the darkness of the closet. Josh turned Gail over and pounded her as he stood beside the bed then they finished off fucking doggy-style with a lot of mutual moaning and screaming at the end. They collapsed together on the bed in each other's arms and kissed passionately. "I love acting as your slut, it's something I could never do with John somehow but with you it seems so natural. . .and horny. Your mature, horny slut, it turns me on so much," Gail said as she lazily teased his hair. "Me too, I'm so glad you suggested it. I had sex with two older women when I was in Africa, one black and the other white but they came nowhere close to you. I find you so erotic and sensual especially when you dress up like this for me, I could fuck you every day." They kissed briefly then Gail said, "I wished you could but now it's time for you to go," and she tousled his hair. After Josh left Gail took a quick shower, dressed and left in her car. I made my way back to my car and drove home. When Gail came home I was having a cold drink by the pool and she called out that she had got a couple of nice steaks for supper. While I was waiting for her to come home I realized how much I had been turned on by watching her with Josh. My cock still tingled at the memory of her as a mature slut for a young stud with a big cock. I had decided to say nothing and look for opportunities to watch her again and at some point I hoped to tell her I knew and watch openly, join in and perhaps find other studs for her. Josh's comment about the black woman in Africa had stuck with me and I thought watching a young black stud with a huge dick fuck Gail would be very exciting. A few days later I saw the airport limo pull up next door and a tanned Molly and Bill staggered up the path with bags and made their way inside. We had them over for dinner the following evening and heard all about their fun in the sun. I couldn't get watching Gail out of my mind and the opportunity arose two days after Molly and Bill arrived back home. I told Gail I had signed up for an all day seminar about birding in Costa Rica and Belize and would be gone from about 8:30-3:00. I knew she had an appointment with the hairdresser at 9:00 so I hoped my plan would work and I would go undetected while I watched from my hiding place. I knew the plan was full of holes; Gail might meet Josh in the pool house again or in any room in the house but I was banking that they would use the bedroom. I parked at the lake again and walked back to the house through the ravine. I was so excited that my heart raced and I had to tell myself to calm down. Sure enough Gail's car was gone and I made my way to the bedroom. I turned the TV on and the volume down low. About an hour later I heard a car in the driveway and looked out to see Gail open the door. I turned off the TV and ensconced myself in the closet. Gail came upstairs and removed her clothes and went into the bathroom. After freshening up she put on a half-cup bra, black garter belt, fishnet stockings and stilettos. My cock was so hard and I had a strong urge to open the door and fuck her myself. She sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the phone, "Hi, I missed you so much. . .yes, I'm ready. . .can you come now. . .right, the back door is open." She hung up the phone and took a quick glance out the window then stood in front of the full-length mirror. She caressed her big tits then turned and looked back as she felt her ass. Facing the mirror again, she toyed with her pussy and spoke in a low tone, "Oh, hurry up, I've missed you so much, I want your huge cock inside me." Neighbours I heard the back door open and Gail lay on the bed and spread her legs. The footsteps on the stairs got closer; my heart was racing with excitement again. The door pushed open and Bill walked in. I was stunned, I couldn't believe my eyes but it was him. He gazed at Gail as he shed his clothes with a smile on his face. I saw where Josh inherited his big cock, Bill's looked even bigger and it was very erect. "I've missed you, my cock has missed you," as he stroked his cock and watched Gail play with her pussy and tits. "Come and fuck me, I've missed you and your big cock so much," she answered and lifted her legs high and wide in the air. Bill hopped up onto the bed and mounted her immediately. They kissed and I watched his ass move up and down as Gail accommodated his huge cock. They fucked in several positions for over an hour and Gail seemed to really get off sucking his cock. She was on top of him when he shot his load and I watched his cum slide down his cock as Gail continued to bounce on top of him. "I must be off," Bill said looking at his watch, "I have a job in Tyler, it's a pain and I won't get home 'til midnight but the pay is too good to turn down." "When can you come again?" Gail asked. "I'll be sure to let you know, when is John going out of town?" "He visits his brother in two weeks and he'll be gone a week." "Good," Bill smiled, "we'll try and see each other every day." "Oh, you horny man. . .every day! I'd like your big cock in me every day." He kissed her and left. Gail lay on the bed for a while playing with herself then she picked up the phone. "Hello darling, half an hour, yes, I'll leave the back door open." What now I thought and I stayed put while Gail took a quick shower. She put on some sexy lingerie and when she heard the back door open she got on her hands and knees facing the door. When Josh walked in she said, "Your old slut is ready to be fucked, Sir. Her pussy is open and ready for your big cock." I watched for another hour as Gail and Josh played out their game. Josh said he was going over to Tyler to help his Dad and when Gail showered it gave me the chance to scram. I hadn't planned being in the closet that long and there was somewhere I had to be. My cock was hard and pulsing in my pants as I went to Bill and Molly's back door and knocked. Molly answered with a big grin and I asked, "Have Bill and Josh gone?" "Yes," she replied, "come in. Bill is over in Tyler and Josh has gone to help him." I stepped through the door, closed it behind me and turned. Molly had her arms open and I walked into them and we hugged and kissed. "I've waited for this moment for over two weeks," she said. "Me too," I replied, "I've thought about fucking you a thousand times. Your nice and tanned, did you have a good time?" "Yes, we spent a lot of time on the nude beach, Bill likes to flash his big cock around but it's your cock I want and I want it right now. She took hold of my hand and led up the stairs and into the bedroom. She was rubbing my cock through my pants and I was feeling her lovely round ass and could feel her huge tits pressing against me. We undressed each other and fell on the bed. Two hours later we lay in each other's arms and I said, "Have you and Bill ever done any role playing?" "Bill likes me to dress up a maid, you know, stockings, heels, short, tight skirt, tits falling out. I go about dusting, bending over, just being sexy and provocative while Bill sits and watches me. After a while he comes up behind me while I'm bending over and asks me if I'd like to make a little extra money. I suck his dick then he bends me over a chair and gives me a real good fucking. Don't get me wrong, I like it but I wish he would vary the scenario once in a while and I do like dressing up sexy." "Would you like to role play with me?" "What do you have in mind, you naughty thing?" "I want you to wear one of those half bras that push your tits up and forward, a garter belt with stockings, stilettos and a tiny little thong, all in black. I want you to be my slutty, whore and talk like one, call your pussy a cunt and beg me to fuck you like the slag you are." Molly was quiet for a minute then she fondled my stiffening cock and said, "How would you like to fuck the cunt of a slutty whore right now." I rolled on top and her fingers directed me inside to a very hot and wet place. Neighbours Hi, my name is Christine, everyone calls me Chrissy. I'm 48 years old, 10 years widowed from the only man ever in my life and mother of one beautiful 23 year old paralegal in New York. 5 years ago when my daughter was still in school up there I met a man who for one whole year made me feel satisfied with myself and life on the whole and got me out of the slump that had me so down since my husband died so many years before. For two years I was living in a nice apartment in Barataria. It was small but as it was just me it was very comfortable. My sister's place was nice but this was better, private, homely. I made friends with the couple living in the apartment next to mine and the landlady upstairs, all of whom pretty much kept to themselves. I had a good job that kept the bills and the rent paid and I was comfortable if not altogether happy. The backyard was nice and private with a mango tree and a nice place against the wall to sit and smoke a cigarette, clothes lines and such. The kitchen and laundry areas were in the same room so when I was cooking or doing laundry I would have the door open, taking in the breeze or listening to the birds. The couple were hardly ever home or out in the back so even when I walked back there to smoke or hang out my clothes I never wore more than a jersey reaching mid-thigh and panties. And if I was feeling daring or a little horny I'd go out in a short vest and panties. A wet spot on the crotch of my panties would usually be the result of those times. Eventually the couple moved out when the woman got pregnant and a week later a guy moved in. I didn't see much of him the rest of that week, I guess he was unpacking and doing the usual moving in kinda things. A Saturday afternoon I jumped in a taxi in the Croisee to get home after work, my thoughts only on getting home and enjoying the afternoon. I looked up and realized I was sitting next to the same guy. It seemed he didn't recognize me but I did see his eyes glace at my boobs ever so often. I smiled. Now, I'm very proud of my breasts which look like those of a woman half my age but they do sag a bit when out of the bra. My nipples are very sensitive and have been that way as far as I can remember. As we rode home I kept glancing at him through the corner of my eye. He was a very handsome guy, strong jaw and chin, full lips and a brooding forehead, and I could see the hint of a beer belly. He was surprised when we stopped off at the same place and we started chatting as he opened the gate and let us into the front yard. As we were living next to each other we should get to know each other, lime sometime. I got inside, undressed and threw on a very old jersey. I pulled out a cigarette, opened up the back door, went over to the ole spot by the wall and lit up. My mind began to wonder: he was cute and tall, slightly flat butt but still sexy. I'd definitely fuck him. As I thought that last thought his back door opened and out he came with a cigarette too. He was wearing a boxer shorts that was clearly too small for him and a jersey. He leaned against his door and lit up. As he inhaled his eyes landed on me and I smiled and waved for him to come over. As he walked over I noticed his cock and balls shaking against his boxers. My legs were parted a bit and I'm sure he could make out a bit of the thong I wore to work today as he got closer. He sat down and I saw his boxers stretch against his package. Damn, I thought, that's so sexy. I tried hard to see it out of the corner of my eye, trying not to let him notice me staring. Eventually, as we were chatting I decided to face my chair more towards him, make it easier to take a peek at his bulge. As I shifted I made sure to part my legs a bit more and make sure he could see my panties. After the cigarette was finished we chatted for a few more minutes and he went back inside. I let out a soft slow moan as he closed his door. I was so horny I was tempted to shove my hands in my crotch right there and bring myself off and if the landlady wasn't home I probably would have. I rushed into the kitchen and leaning against the fridge, with the door still opened wide, I pulled my panties to my knees and frigged myself to kingdom cum. The next morning I decided to give him a little show and see what would happen. I wore my tightest panties, one which I knew would show if I started to get wet, and a shorter than usual jersey. I knew when I bent over he'd get a nice view of my crotch. I made sure I was trimmed the night before so he would surely be able to make out my folds and I made sure it was pulled to the side a bit so he would see a little lip and whatever remained of my pubes. I set the basket under the clothes line and walked over to his open door to say hi and display my sexy legs to him. He was making coffee with an unlit cigarette dangling out of the corner of his mouth. He looked so damn sexy. Bareback, short, loose boxers. I saw him do a double take when he saw what I was wearing and I swear I saw his cock jump in his boxers. I walked back over to my clothes and slowly bent over and started sorting my clothes. My ass was pointed straight at his door. He stepped outside and stopped dead in his tracks. I straightened up and started hanging clothes on the line. I was hoping he wasn't thinking I was some horny, old slut living next door to him. Fuck it, I thought, I'm enjoying myself. But he was just standing there, smoking, not saying a word. I changed my angle and bent over again. Slowly I chanced a quick glimpse at him. He was looking, no, he was staring. His hand reached down and I saw him cup his cock. Was he getting hard watching me bend over like this? He moved a bit closer to me and knelt down. Yes, I thought, he's liking this too. All the while pretending I didn't know what he was doing I continued to show him my panty clad cunt. I wondered if he could see the wet spot which I'm sure was there by now. I wondered if he could smell how horny I was right then. My nipples, hard as rocks, wanting to tear open my top. He stayed out there with me until I was finished and we sat on the chairs with another cigarette. I knew he was watching my crotch as I sat there and the way he was sitting I could see right up his pant leg to his semi hard cock. This got my cunt running again. I inhaled deeply and could smell my own cunt through the smoke. When the cigarette was done he went back inside. I wondered if he was going back in there and jock his cock to me. Come out here and I'll suck it for u, I thought as I went back in. I left the door open and sat there right in the kitchen with my wet panties stuffed in my mouth and my fingers knuckle deep in my sopping cunt daring him to come over now. For the next couple of weeks things went by like that. Flashing each other with him only 'accidentally' seeing my panties while I was seeing his cock up his pant legs. One night I was coming home a bit late from work and walking past his front door I heard a moan, a very sexual moan. I creeped up to his window to hear some more wondering if some woman getting that cock tonite. I noticed a small beam of light and realized I could see inside his apartment through a gap in his curtains. He was alone sitting in front his computer. He was naked and fully erect. His cock looked so sweet hard. It wasn't huge, not even 6 inches, but I wanted it in my mouth and in my cunt. He was watching a blues and slowly stroking himself, pulling the foreskin and letting it slide back up again. He took some spit onto his fingers and smeared it over his cockhead and began to speed up his stroking. I could hear the wet sounds as his had flew up and down that sweet cock. I undid my pants and slipped my hand inside, looking around to make sure no one saw the old widow peeping the young feller. I started to frig myself in time with him. As his first spurt entered the air I felt myself begin to cum. I silently spasmed outside his window. I had to recover quickly and looking around again I went inside. About an hour later I took off my panties and went to the chairs to smoke. I was so horny again that right out in the back there I spread my legs and began to caress my cunt. I coated the cigarette in my pussy juices and lit it. I didn't see him for the rest of the night. The next morning I decided I had to have his cock in my mouth and my cunt. It had been too long, I needed it. I had to come up with a plan. A couple of days later we were sitting in the backyard chairs chatting and I brought up the porn he was watching. 'You know, I hear something coming from by you the other night when I was comin in.' I said to him, a slight smile on my face. He looked a bit confused. 'I think u was watching one of them adult movies and I hear it.' 'Serious? Sorry 'bout that.' 'No, no, is ok. I does watch them every once in a while too.' 'Nice, you like them kinda thing?' 'Boy, is years since I see one of them thing.' 'Yeah, well u know, I have some there. Once in a while I does watch.' 'What you does do when you watching it?' 'What people does do when they watching them thing by themselves?' 'You does do that?' 'Well yeah. You does do it?' 'Sometimes. When last you do it?' 'Last night. I was real horny and I put on some porn and I do it. When last you do it? 'This morning before work.' 'Very cool. If you want to borrow one is no problem.' 'Alright. Bring one for me. You have anything with people outside?' I saw him smile when I asked that. I guess he realize I'm kind of an exhibitionist. He went inside and came out with a small white envelope thing. He handed it to me, I handed it back. 'Could you put it on for me?' 'Alright.' My TV was in the bedroom, not the living room. He said the place was nice as he found the remotes. In a few seconds it was up on the screen. I offered him something to drink, mauby was his choice. I brought it for him and sat down on the bed. He sat down next to me. A few minutes later a woman was getting pounded in one of those little boats like from the tourist with another guy driving and watching them. I glanced over to his crotch and saw a definite erection. My pussy was moistening nicely and my nipples were as clear as day poking the cotton of my top. 'Do you use any toys?' I almost jumped when I heard him. Look at me now, I thought, a sexy young feller in my bedroom, a porn on the TV, and now he asking if I does fuck myself with anything. 'No, I does just use my fingers.' 'I wanna watch you do it.' 'Play with myself?' He shook his head. My jersey had ridden up and a tiny v of my mound was visible. His cock stood straight up making a tent in his pants. I smiled and reached for the hem of my top. I figured I had seen him do it, it was only fair I show him. My panties were exposed now, my legs parted. I wonder if there's a spot there. My belly was exposed. I always felt a bit self conscious about my belly since the baby so many years ago but he said it was beautiful and I could see he was almost goin to touch it. I took a deep breath. I couldn't believe this was happening. I am about to expose my body to this gorgeous young man and after I am going to finger myself and let him watch. Do it. In one swift movement my jersey was off. He gasped and I heard him moan 'so beautiful'. My nipples felt like they want to explode. My hands came down on my breasts, grazed over my nipples and settled on my stomach just above my panties with the little hearts on it. 'Do you like?' I asked. 'You are beautiful.' He said, looking me in the eye. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and pulled them down to my ankles. I laid back on the bed, a pillow under my head and not taking my eyes off him my knees began to creep apart. My pussy was in full view. His eyes moved down my body and settled between my legs. I had shaved my lips clean but left it thick above my clit so that when I pulled on the hair my clit is pulled too. Now here my pussy was, glistening, dripping here for him to watch. My fingers went to my clit and circled it. The other hand probing my opening. I closed my eyes and concentrating on the sounds of the blues, I began to play. I was in heaven fingering myself for this boy. I opened my eyes and saw his cock stretching the fabric of his shorts. My fingers became a blur on my clit and in my pussy. With a growl I grabbed my panties from around my ankles and stuffed the wet crotch in my mouth. "Oh god," I heard him moan. His had been gently caressing himself through his boxers and with another grunt I spat the panties out of my mouth and dove on his crotch. I ripped his cock out of his shorts and attacked it as hard and fast as could. "Yes," I heard. I finally had his cock in my mouth; I tried to choke myself with it, I just wanted all of it in my mouth, my hand frigging myself with abandon. As my orgasm hit my hips flew off the bed, my face contorted, my breasts quivering. I was making these sounds I'd never heard myself make before. I was just cumming so hard. And he was watching every second of it. I was limp and breathing hard. A thin film of sweat had broken out all over my body. "Are you all right?" I just grinned and nodded. He bent his head and kissed my tummy, reached up and kissed my forehead. He laid down next to me and watched me breathe. He had taken off his boxers and his cock was brushing against my thigh as it pulsed. My hand crept up and wrapped around his hardness. It felt so good, hard and velvety soft. The head was still wet from me sucking it and I ran my fingertip around it. I pulled on him till his cock was level with my face and I took the head into my mouth, savoring the taste. My tongue swirled around it, flicked it, my lips giving it small kisses. I took him as far as I could into my mouth and began to suck on him. I loved to feel of him in my mouth, the warmth, the fullness. I rolled him onto his back, got between his legs and began to bob on his cock. I wanted to make him feel so good. I cupped his balls and he moaned. My lips traveled down his shaft to join my hand and took one of his balls in my mouth. "Oh god, yes," I heard as my other hand worked his shaft. "Oh god, Chrissie, I'm gonna cum." "Yes, cum in my mouth." My mouth went to his cockhead as my hand worked his shaft faster. "Chrissie, oh yes," he kept moaning over and over and hearing him call my name like that was driving me on. I needed him to cum in my mouth. "I cumming!" and I felt him flood my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could but some dribbled out the corners of my mouth and ran down his shaft. I licked it all up. I sucked on that sweet cock till I felt it softening. I made sure he was clean and moved up to face him. He was smiling, his eyes closed. "Aye handsome, how was that?" He grabbed the back of my head and kissed me. I had thought that I would never be kissed like that ever again and here he is. His tongue probing every part of my mouth. Our saliva mixing with the remnants of his cum. When I woke it was well after midnight and I was in bliss. His arms were still wrapped around me. I realized all the lights and the TV were still on and both our apartments were open. I crawled out of bed and walked outside for a smoke. A couple minutes later he joined me. He made me sit on his lap, two naked lovers enjoying the fresh air. When the cigarettes were done he kissed me again. My hand found his cock and his slipped between my legs. This will be so good, I thought to myself. "Aye woman, we have to go to work in d morning, go and sleep" END OF PART 1. Neighbours "Dominic, we really should finish these." I told my neighbor and new friend. Dominic Goodhall and I had been working on our boy's karts for the past two weeks. The race was less than fifteen hours away, and to be honest we had spent more time drinking beer and trying to tune the engines than actually doing any real building. My son's chassis was almost ready, but I still hadn't worked out how I was going to mount the engine. "Right, right." Dominic said, as he filed down the chambers once more. "Dude!" I laughed, slapping him on the back with an oily rag. Right at that moment, Dominic's wife, Vanessa, stepped inside. She was a tall brunette who used to be a catalogue model until she had kids. Now she worked for the catalogue itself as a buyer. "You boys need anything else? If not, I'm going to bed." "No honey, we're good here." Dominic told her, pointing to the fridge in his garage. "Okay." She grinned. "I'd say don't stay up all night, but from the looks of things, please do stay up all night, or the kids are gonna be distressed." Dominic waved a hand at her. "It'll be fine." We continued working, well into the night, even calling time on beers in order to not get too drunk. I finally had the engine frame welded into place, and we both winched it into place. "Hey Dom, I need your help linking the drive train. Put your hand here." I showed him where on the chain, "and pull." "Sure." He did just that as I linked it on, sliding a greasy hand towards his on the chain. I saw him straining to pull it tighter, as I continued to feed it on. As the final linkage fell into place, my hand slipped and I fell awkwardly onto him, with my hand grabbing his penis through his overalls and my lips landing on his. The only thing which saved this from being truly awkward was the fact our foreheads then collided and we both cried out in pain. "Jesus, sorry man!" I hissed, rubbing my forehead. "No problem dude." He replied, himself checking for blood. As he welded the final pieces to his chassis, I bolted down the rest of the components, and then filled the tank with E85 fuel. "Let's start her up." I said. I had fitted a flick open covered switch, like on a fighter jet, to start the engine. The kart gave a short whine, before kicking to life. "Wooo!" I cried out, standing for a high-five. "Bravo Max!" Dom cried out, high-fiving me, then slapping my ass. I sat in the seat and revved the engine a few times before switching it off. "Dry run tomorrow morning. Now let's get you sorted." We finished welding the chassis and then maneuvered the engine into place. Once again we struggled with the drive-train, and once again we fell into each other, again with my hand landing on his crotch. This time though, we did not bump heads. Neither of us said anything about the crotch grabbing, and we continued as if nothing happened. Once done, we went our separate ways, promising to give them a safety test first thing. The karts were a big success, albeit maybe a tad on the fast side. Two weeks later "Max!" Dominic called over to me as I sprayed my garden. "You doing anything tonight?" "Trudy wanted to watch a movie. Why?" I asked him as he approached. He shook my hand as he spoke. "I'm having problems with my PC. You're a bit of an expert in those things, so I was wondering if we could take a look together." "Laptop?" I asked, hoping it was something I could do at my house. "Desktop." "Dude, who has a desktop anymore?" "Hey! I enjoy my games." "Get a fucking Xbox One man. Anyway, I promised the wife." "Vanessa wouldn't mind hanging out with Trudy." I would have to check with Trudy, but she and Vanessa got on like a house on fire, so he was more than happy to ask. "Let me check." "Sure." I ran inside and gave Trudy, my gorgeous young blonde wife, the low-down. She grinned and nodded. "Girly night in? Sure! But you need to go out and buy some wine, and you need to arrange for someone to take the kids." "Deal." I told her, heading out. "We're on, but I need to go buy wine and arrange for a sitter." I told Dominic. "Nah man, let me do that. I can get some beer and wings in, and my mom can take the kids." Dominic said. "Okay, sounds like a plan. At seven?" "Seven it is." I pressed the switch on the PC, and it did nothing. I checked the plug socket, I checked everywhere, and nothing. Sliding off the side panel of the PC, I saw that none of the LEDs were flashing at all on the motherboard, which meant the PSU was effectively dead. And then I saw why. "Dom, did you upgrade the GPU?" "Yeah, about a week ago." "You have a 300W PSU and you are trying to squeeze way too much out of it. You killed it." "Ah, fuck. I'll need to go buy a new one." "Hold on, I have an old 500W one at home." I told him, running home to find it. A half-hour later, it was up and running, and we were laughing at Youtube videos. Unfortunately, the way his office area was laid out, meant that we were squeezed up against each other, and in our shorts, it effectively meant our bare legs were touching. I don't know why, but that bothered me. As we continued to drink, our inhibitions dropped. I wasn't sure what was going through Dominic's mind at the time, but he decided it would be funny to look at porn. However, as he was going to type Porntube into the browser, it popped into the URL bar itself, directly pointing to a pre-viewed category of Gay Male. "Whoa!" He said suddenly. "That is not mine!" I held my hands up in a non-judgmental manner. "Hey, each to their own. If you like this stuff..." "I swear, I never." "Then who did?" I asked him incredulously. "Had to have been Vanessa." He gasped. "But I never had her pegged for this." That was a cue for a joke if I ever heard one. "She ever peg you?" I asked, snorting out a laugh. "What? No!" He scrolled down the videos, looking at the stuff she had been watching. "Fucked up man." I shrugged. "As I said, each to their own. I don't judge." He looked at me strangely. "You ever done anything like this?" "No, but I went to a gay club once with Trudy when we started dating; you know, cause it was the hip thing to do, and I got hit on by a guy. Turned him down and he went away. I love my women way too much to go gay." With a nod, Dominic agreed. "Yeah, I can't imagine it, but I guess you are right, each to their own." He mused, now watching one of the videos his wife watched, about a straight twink being seduced by an older man. We must've been watching it for about five minutes, before he realized what he was doing. There was no fucking going on, just kissing and fondling. "Fuck, sorry man, I just wanted to see what the fuss was about." And he started to move the mouse to the close 'X' button. I reached out quickly and grabbed his hand, holding it back. "Don't." I said. "I want to see what all the fuss is about too. I've never seen this before." I don't know why, but I held my hand on his longer than was necessary, before moving it down to my leg. "Um, sure." He agreed, shifting slightly and pulling his leg away from mine. As we continued to watch, the men ended up naked, and the older man was sucking on the twink's cock. Then in a quick reversal of roles, the nervous twink was confronted by the older man's huge cock. "Suck it." He told the boy, who slowly opened his quivering mouth, and swallowed the cock. Somewhere during this scene, Dominic's leg had found its way back next to mine and both were touching lightly. I don't know why I did it, but I pushed my leg harder against his. As if agreeing to the movement, I felt his push back against mine and rub slightly. The older man pulled the twink over and bent him over a desk. As he bent down to lick at the twink's puckering anus, I felt the outer edge of Dominic's little finger, which was resting on his right leg, quickly make contact with mine, but then retract slightly. However, it was still close enough that I could feel its warmth. I was getting quite horny now, and it was not really from the action on screen, but really from the growing tension in the room. I shifted my left leg a little, which meant that my little finger made firm contact with his, and in response he rubbed it slightly by dragging his finger back and forth, which I also responded to. He then raised his pinky, and hooked it over mine, rubbing the other side of my little finger. Surprised by his action, I pulled back about a millimeter, causing him to pull away. Realising I had freaked him a little, I put my hand on his and interlocked all my fingers with his. At that moment, I felt him tighten his fingers against mine, and at the next moment, as the old man began entering the twink, I felt his other hand cover mine. We held each other like that for a little while, as my heart pounded in fear and excitement, and then resolute in my next move, I shifted in my chair slightly, and turned to place my right hand on his crotch, rubbing his erect cock and large balls through his shorts; all the while not daring to take my eyes off the computer screen. "Mmmm..." Dominic groaned, as I continued to rub him. I pulled my left hand from him. "Hold on." I whispered, barely audible, and then reached down to unzip his fly, before threading my hand inside to pull out his cock. "Oh yes." He hissed, as I rubbed his thick, six inches. I was leaning in close to him by that point, still watching the action on screen, but I felt his face getting closer. As I rubbed him faster, I felt his bristled face touch mine. I turned slightly, as he did, and our lips touched. Moments later his mouth opened and our tongues danced. I felt his strong hand grab the back of my head, as we kissed deeply, we sudden aggression, as if we desperately wanted each other. I continued to rub him, harder, faster, until with a sudden cry out, his cock blasted cum all over my hand. "Yes," I whispered into his ear, holding him tight. "Cum for me Dominic, cum." "Oh Max!" He gasped, kissing my neck. We held each other tight, before pulling back, giving each other one more kiss, and then settling down. He immediately shut off the computer. "Well, er, thanks for fixing my PC." He told me. It was my cue to leave. His libido was gone and he was feeling awkward. "Yeah, well, no problem. I should go." "Sure. Tell Vanessa she can come whenever." "Will do." He walked me to the door. I reached to open it just as he did and our hands touched once more. We held them there for a moment, rubbing slightly against each other, and then looked into each other's eyes. "It was fun." He told me, hardly moving his lips. "Surprisingly so." I smiled at him, and he smiled back. Taking a deep breath, he leaned in and kissed me one last time, and then opened the door before he did anything silly. One week later I saw Dominic every day the following week, before heading to work. The first day was a little awkward; the second was better, the third was as normal, and the forth was tense, especially as we were talking Dominic found a reason to run the back of his index finger down my chest, and I found a reason to smile whilst he did it. By Friday, he was making excuses to see me. "So Van and Trudy are hanging out tonight, and the kids are going on a playdate, so fancy coming over to watch a movie or something?" He asked me, with no shortness of excitement in his voice. I nodded quickly, then gulped before saying, "so long as it will be or something." He grinned. "It'll definitely be or something." "Should I buy condoms?" I asked him. "Do you fuck anyone but your wife?" He asked. "Not until now, no." "Me neither. I don't think we need them." I sighed and then looked left and right to see if anyone could see us in my garage. Then I grabbed him and pulled him to me, planting my mouth on his. He wrapped his arms around me and we kissed deeply. "I can't believe we're gonna do this." I breathed into his mouth. "Me neither. But I want you." "I want you too. I've masturbated all week about this." "I can't wait till tonight. Where's Trudy?" "On the way to school with Tom." He grabbed my hand and pulled me into my own house. We made it to the living room, somehow, and he was pulling my pants down. Moments later my cock was in his mouth, getting its first gay blowjob. "Oh Dominic." I moaned, running a hand through his hair. With a plop, he pulled out and pushed me onto the sofa, pulling down his pants to reveal a rock hard cock. He climbed forward and we kissed once more. I could feel his cock sliding down between my buttocks and I suddenly felt the need to feel him inside me. Lifting my legs, he positioned himself at my entrance and pushed in. "Ah..." I hissed out. "It hurts." "I don't have any lube." "It'll be okay. Spit on it a bit." He did just that, and then tried again. Finally, after some pushing, the head slid inside, and he held there. Once the pain dulled to a throb, he continued to push, staring into my eyes as he did. Then once again his mouth was on mine, and eventually, he was all inside. Holding there for a minute or so, we both enjoyed this first time for us. Finally though, Dom could wait no longer and began to fuck me; slowly at first, and then harder, and faster, until I was screaming for him to fuck me more. "Give it to me Dominic. Fuck me. Ah yes! Please! Harder! Fuck me!!" I screamed, loving every second of it. I wanted to experience this every day! "Oh yes Max! You're so fucking tight! I've never felt anything like this. I've wanted you all week." "Me too Dominic." I told him, taking hold of his face in both my hands. "I've wanted you so much! I thought about you as I fucked my wife." "Me too!" He cried out, just as his orgasm hit. I felt pulse after pulse of his cum stream inside me. He fell on top of me, and this time we made out for a few more minutes, before he climbed up on the sofa and presented has anus for me. I dived in, licking it for life itself; forcing my tongue inside him. "Oh Max, you're wonderful!" He cried out. I pulled back and down and sucked on his cock for a few moments, before then presenting my solid long cock to his hole. "Go easy." He told me. "You'll love it." I told him. That night, we lay in his bed, spooning together, and kissing. We had fucked four times each that evening, and twice in the morning. I was enjoying everything about sex with him, but I was also enjoying the affection. "I don't think I can stop this." Dominic told me, stroking my hair and giving me small kisses. "I don't want us to." I told him, giving him kisses of my own. "What about the wives?" He asked. "We need to be careful. They can't find out." "I dream about you." "Me too. I've never felt this way about anyone." The next day, Trudy and I were out shopping, when the strangest thing came over me. As is usual when Trudy is trying on clothes, I usually just sit and wait, usually checking out women. But this time, I stared at a very handsome man in a red polo shirt, walking with what looked to be his wife. I was so engrossed with staring at his crotch, that I hadn't noticed my wife was actually done and was trying to get my attention. "Is there something you want to tell me?" My wife asked; a sly grin on her face. We were already in the car on the way home. "No. What?" I replied. "You were staring at that guy's crotch." "No! Why would I do that? I just zoned out, is all." "Yeah right! You were massively checking that guy out." "I wasn't!" She burst out laughing. "It's okay if you were! I check girls out from time to time." "That's different." "How?" "Because, I don't know, two girls is kinda normal." "So is two guys! Since when are you the homophobe?" "I'm not a homophobe!" "So you admit you were checking him out?" "I might have been." That was better than claiming to be a homophobe. But Trudy had other ideas. "So since when are you interested in men?" "I'm not!" I cried out, much less convincingly than I would have liked. "It's really okay if you are." "Look, drop it." Later that night, I texted Dominic. "I need to see you." "Me too! But not at home..." "Gay club downtown?" "Good idea! " I turned to Trudy. "Hey, so Dominic needs my help with something. Mind if I head out?" She looked up at me. "Sure, no problem. Go have fun with your boyfriend." She giggled. "He's not my boyfriend." "So you say!" "Trudy!" It was my first time in a gay club for years, and this one was definitely different from the one I was used to. Dark and very seedy, it looked more like a sex club than anything else. Dom and I sat at the bar chatting about what Trudy was saying to me. "I think she's just messing with you. Don't think she knows anything." He told me. "I hope so." I felt his hand on my leg. "Don't worry." He smiled before kissing me. "Come on, let's go have a look at the dark rooms." We walked downstairs to what looked like a maze of screens behind small cupboard doors. Gay porn was playing on each screen, and men of all ages were walking down the corridors. We walked around, listening to the sound of sex coming from all over the place. "Let's go there." Dom said, leading me to a dark area. We walked further and further into darkness, until finally we were submerged into complete darkness. Then I felt Dom's hands all over me, as his lips made contact with mine. I dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth and sucked him. As I blew him, I heard the sounds of kissing. I looked up, and could barely make out the outline of another man kissing Dom. Seconds later, I felt a hand pulling my head towards another cock. Still holding onto Dom's cock, I took the second cock into my mouth. I heard a condom packet open, and felt Dom bend down, holding onto my shoulders. "Ungh..." Dom moaned, as a cock entered his ass. "Mmmm..." Someone said, as I felt a hand squeeze my ass through my jeans. Then the same hands undid my belt and pulled my jeans down. A finger began probing my ass as I sucked the cock in my mouth and wanked Dom's cock. Then the finger was spreading lube, before a cock was rubbing. The hand on my head grabbed me hard, pushing the cock into my throat. He held it there as the cock at my ass began to push in. "Ummm-mmm!!" I screamed, trying to pull away. "Uh-ummm!!" I wanted the man to put a condom on, but the other man wasn't letting me speak. The cock slid inside me and began fucking me and finally I could pull away and speak. "Condom! Condom!" I cried out. "Just go with it." Dom told me. "But..." "I'm clean." The guy behind me said. "No!" I cried out. "Max, stop being a pussy and just go with it." Suddenly a small bottle was placed in front of my nose. "Sniff it." Dom told me. I did and I suddenly felt a sexual euphoria hit me. Fuck, I needed this cock. "Oh, fuck... Fuck me!" I cried out, sniffing the poppers again. "Yeah." I felt the cock fuck me harder, as I sucked on the other cock. That cock soon came and sprayed on my face, before finally the cock fucking me pulled out and sprayed my ass. Before I had chance to move, that cock was replaced with another one, this time wearing a condom. The poppers were placed at my nose again, and again a cock entered my mouth. The cock fucking me didn't last long, and he pulled out, this time once again a bareback cock was inside me. "Please, condom!" I cried out. "It's me Max!" And finally I was thankful that my boyfriend Dom was fucking me. I showered before heading to bed. "Did you enjoy your time at the gay club?" Trudy asked me, half asleep. "What?" I said, bolting upright. "Honey, you forgot your iMessages from Dom show up on the iPad." "Fuck! I'm sorry honey. It just sort of happened." I cried out, switching on the light, only to see my wife smiling. Neighbours She reached up and stroked my face. "Honey, I don't mind. It's fine. Enjoy yourself. Just remember where home is, okay?" "Seriously?" I asked, still not sure if she was serious. "Babe, I really don't mind." I sighed in relief. "Please don't tell Vanessa though." She burst out laughing. "Vanessa already knows. She thinks it's superhot. Which brings me to my next point. Vanessa and I want to watch." My eyes went wide. "You want to watch?" "Yes. Tomorrow. We want to see you fuck." "I dunno...I need to ask Dom." "It's not a request." "Well...okay then." The next day, Dom and I met up alone to discuss. He told me that Vanessa had pretty much molested him the moment he got home, that he had fulfilled her biggest fantasy. "Vanessa wants us to kiss and hold hands in front of her. She wants us to be boyfriends." I stroked his face and kissed him. "I could live with that." I smiled. "Me too." He replied, kissing me. "I think I love you." "I know I love you Dominic." "So are we going to do this in front of them?" "I think we are." That evening, Trudy and I waited for the arrival of Dominic and Vanessa. Trudy looked more nervous than me. She had dressed light, making sure to wear only a long red satin nightie so that she could masturbate easily. Finally, the doorbell went. I skipped over to the door and grabbed Dominic, jumping into his arms. We kissed deeply. "Ahhhh, I think I just came right here." Vanessa cried out. "Let's get inside before the neighbours see us." I told them. "I don't care." Dominic told me. "I want the world to know about our love for each other." "Okay, I'm really gonna cum!" Vanessa laughed. "You two are so hot!" We said nothing further as we got inside. We stripped and went straight to it. Vanessa took off her coat to reveal a big satin with black lace babydoll, and stockings, but no panties. She sat down right next to Trudy and both began masturbating, as we stripped and kissed. Moments later we were in a 69, sucking each other's cocks. "Oh fuck yeah!" Trudy cried out. "Suck him darling. Suck your lover." "Take his cock deep baby. Take your new love deep." Vanessa told her husband. I couldn't take it. It was too much for me. I came deep down his throat. He pulled out of me, and we kissed some more. "I wanna fuck you." He whispered. "Fuck me baby." I told him. "I'm gonna fuck you hard." "Do it." I got down on all fours and felt his tongue rim me. Then moments later, his cock was entering me hard and fast. I looked up at the girls and saw them kissing each other, rubbing each other's pussy. "Uhhhhh..." I moaned as my boyfriend fucked me. The girls stopped kissing, and watched. Then they climbed down and spoke to me. "Do you still want to fuck me?" Trudy asked. I didn't know how to answer. I was scared to say. "Please tell me you are gay now." "Why?" I asked her. "I want you to be gay. I want to stay married to you but I want to know I will get to watch you and your boyfriend fuck." "What about you?" Trudy looked up at Vanessa and smiled, looking longingly into her eyes. "I think we'll be fine." She said, before kissing her neighbor deeply. "We've been lovers for years." She told me. "Vanessa broke the PSU. She set it up knowing that you would find that pornography. We hoped you would find each other as we did." "I will be moving in here." Vanessa told me, and you will move in with Dominic. "Oh yes!" I moaned, and came once more without even touching my cock. I sat up and leaned back, kissing Dominic. "I love you Dominic." "I love you too Max." "I love you Trudy." Vanessa told my wife. "I've always loved you Vanessa. Ever since we were kids." Neighbours Tim Matthews dived acrobatically across the face of the goal, watching as the ball soared towards him. He felt the ground hit him hard causing him to gasp, saw his arms flailing. The smell of the freshly mown grass filled his nostrils as he tumbled into the goalmouth. "Ooooph.." the air left his lungs and he rolled over, watching as the ball hit the crossbar and looped upwards, above the goal. It cleared the garden fence and disappeared into his neighbours garden. "Sorry Unc!" his nephew, Steve, looked suitably contrite. "No worries kid, I'll get it later. How about a drink, fancy a squash?" "Have you got cherries and berries?" "Of course, only drink there is, well apart from apple." "Or beer?" "When you're older perhaps, not sure my sis or mother would approve of me giving a twelve year old alcohol." "Probably right, they do get hung up on that sort of detail."Steve grinned and held a hand out helping Tim to his feet. They went inside and found his sister, Tamsin, and mother, Sarah, at the table looking through a thick photo album. They glanced up and grinned at the sight of the two walking in. "Game over then?" Tamsin smiled broadly as Steve walked to her and gave her a hug. Tim grinned and waved, "Lost ball, deducted 10 points and relegated to the league below." "Ohhh Steviee, you must be more careful!" "MUM! It was an accident, wasn't it?" He looked at Tim desperately seeking approval and support. "Certainly was, pure fluke, hit the crossbar and went over, half an inch and it would have been goal of the season. Come on, let's get that drink." He and Steve drifted into the kitchen, leaving his sister and mum to continue there walk down memory lane. Later after they all left he would pop next door and recover his ball. No rush, he wasn't due to practise until tomorrow anyway. His house was in an established estate on the northern edge of a small commuter town. Fields and deeply wooded copse's were only a ten minute walk. A fast 'A' road lead to two large towns, one in each direction, about six miles either way. A mile walk along a straight road with a wide pavement and a scattering of large houses led to the village and the train station from which frequent semi-fast trains went to London or Bristol. All in all he was perfectly content with his lot. His job was local, his amateur Sunday football team was local, what more did he need? His team was made up of his mates from school as no one had drifted too far away, most returning immediately after finishing university. At thirty two he still enjoyed his bachelor status surrounded by his friends, some of whom had married, had children, or taken the next step and divorced and remarried. Later after everyone left he decided to pop round to his neighbours and recover his ball. It was about three pm and the sun was still high and the temperature in the comfortable high twenties. His neighbour was an older woman in her late fifties, very pleasant, although she kept herself to herself. The hedges around her garden were high and even viewed from an upstairs window the garden was pretty secluded. Tim rang the bell and waited. After several minutes he tried again, still no reply. He was about to give up when he heard a cough from the side of the house. Walking past the bay window, via a crazy paving path, he found a side entrance. He called but heard no reply. He pressed on the latch of the gate's handle and it went down and the bar lifted. Tim swung the door open and peered down the side of the house. There was a concrete path and the side wall rose above him to his right, broken by a pair of windows higher up and a door at the rear end. On the left thick laurel bushes obscured the view of his house. He could see a sunlit lawn beyond the concrete path although the path obviously angled round to the rear. The tall thick bushes continued on towards the rear of the garden. Tim walked down the path and headed for the lawn. Just as the concrete path angled round he felt the glare of the sun on his face. Raising an arm to shield his eyes, he heard a sound to his right, where the path continued to a set of brick steps and a patio laid with brickwork. "Can I help you?" said a firm but friendly female voice. Tim turned and gasped as he focused on a woman in her fifties, she had a big broad smile and a big broad brimmed hat, and that was all. Tim stared in awe at her nutbrown body. She had a patina of darker age spots and her body was evenly tanned to a rich brown. She continued to smile as Tim raised his eyes to hers. Then he lowered them again as his eyes feasted on her slim shapely form. Finally he lifted his eyes and met hers, passing the smirk on her lips on the way. "I'm really sorry, I came to ask for my ball back. Oh! err! I'm Tim, your neighbour, that way." He gestured towards his house, then held his hand out. She walked down the steps and took his hand, warmly shaking it. "Hi Tim, my next door neighbour, I'm Sally, would you like a drink? I have wine, tea or coffee, or I might just have a beer. Come on, come and sit and tell me all about yourself." She gestured up the steps and Tim followed, watching her tight bottom twitch as she walked. He sat at a comfortable iron chair with a puffy green coloured flowery cushion set on it. "Made a decision, or still looking?" She smiled and he grinned, caught, "A beer if you have, or a glass of wine if not." "Right, just be a minute." She disappeared inside and returned a few minutes later with two glasses of wine. Setting them at the table she sat in the chair opposite Tim. Before she sat he saw she had a shaved pussy but her lips were tightly shut. He didn't know where to look first. He tried to prise his eyes away from her chest. Her breasts hung slightly saggily but her nipples were long and firm. Fatter than the one's on his car tyres he thought. The breast tissue was deeply freckled and tanned. He saw the crinkle of skin at the junction of her cleavage. They were shaking slightly, since she was laughing. He looked into her dark brown eyes and grinned, shrugging his shoulders. No sense in denying he had made a very close inspection of her body. "Cheers," He lifted his glass and watched her right breast taughten as she raised her glass. He grinned and winked. She laughed and he liked how her breasts moved as she did. "So, Tim my neighbour, what do you do for a living?" "Me, I work in IT, I'm a systems engineer stroke analyst, I work down at the business park." "Been there long?" "Since Uni, about nine years, it's good fun, never a dull moment. Lots of good people, yeah I like it, you?" "Oh! I'm retired, well almost. I work on-line a couple of days a week, but essentially I'm here all day." "Hence the tan?" "Hence the tan." Tim enjoyed the wine and suddenly the glass was empty, he looked a little startled, Sally laughed out loud, her breasts dancing deliciously. Tim laughed at himself. Sally stood and went inside returning with the bottle, bending towards him she topped up his glass. Pouring the remains into her glass, she raised it and an eyebrow. Tim lifted his glass and drank. "Are you married Sally?" "Widow, you?" "Confirmed bachelor. Not had a lot of luck with ladies I'm afraid, but it's OK with me. I have a big circle of friends so I have all the advantages of company when I need it." "Hmmm, I can't understand why some woman hasn't snapped you up, you look alright and have nice manners. Or is it that..." She winked and laughed, "Err, no, I do like woman, but I'm in no rush to settle down. Well in truth, I'm probably at the "too selfish to share" stage. I have my life and I don't really want to change my routine, that is unless someone can convince me otherwise." "It'll happen, now are we going to open another bottle, or would you like something a little stronger?" "I think I'll stick to the wine, this is good stuff, slips down very easily, perhaps too easily, are you trying to get me drunk?" "Of course I am! As a widow I haven't got my rocks off since before my husband died, so I'm gagging for a young virile stud to fuck my brains out with endless mindblowing orgasms." Tim grinned, and Sally winked as she rose and turned, waggling her bottom suggestively before dissolving into peals of laughter. She reappeared with a freshly opened bottle and filled their glasses. As the afternoon became early evening Sally went inside and slipped on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. They chatted amiably until at six Sally looked at the lengthening shadows. "Tim do you fancy joining me for supper, unless of course you have other plans?" "No, I hadn't really thought about it, it's Saturday so I usually just cobble something together, whatever I have available, as a rule." "OK, well I have some chicken that I was planning on doing with a jacket potato and vegetables from the garden, would that be acceptable?" "Fantastic, I love chicken and jacket potato. " "Good, okay, I'll go start it up." "Wait I'll help, I can do the veg," "Thanks, okay come on." They went from the garden into the kitchen and Sally showed Tim the fridge and found him a knife and chopping board. Shortly they had the chicken in the top oven, the jackets in the lower one and two saucepans with beans, carrots and broccoli ready to boil. Sally made coffee and they lounged against the units talking and laughing. Sally put the vegetables on after checking the potatoes and chicken. They moved to her lounge and Tim helped set the table. Another bottle was opened and shortly before seven they sat down and ate. They had swapped their life stories and talked of family and holidays. After the meal Tim insisted on washing up. However, it was together that they stacked the dishwasher and hand washed the saucepans and wine glasses. After a coffee, Tim excused himself, as he he a few things to finish up ready for Sunday. They kissed cheeks and Tim left for home, a flushed face and a buzz about him. He finished his tasks and locked up. Drawing the curtains and switching the lights off he went to bed. He awoke at three am, soaked in sweat and an ache in his head. He winced and padded to the bathroom, finding the paracetamol he tossed two down and drank some water by folding his hand into a vague cup shape under the cold tap. Climbing back into bed he fell asleep instantly. At seven his alarm woke him with its insistent beeping. He rolled out of bed, coughed, scratched and headed for the shower. By eight he felt better, ramming spoonfuls of cornflakes into his mouth again and again. Finishing the bowl, he laid it in the sink and ran water into it. He picked his kitbag up and headed for the door. As he unlocked Sally appeared, in the same t-shirt and shorts from last night, her nipples making two lovely points in the fabric. She held his ball, and he laughed. "You forgot this, " She grinned and lobbed it at him, dropping his bag he caught it and grinned, "Would have looked a plonker turning up without it!" "Good luck, enjoy the exercise." "Well why don't you come and watch?" "What! what will your mates think?" "I'll tell them I went to the club and it was a pull a granny night?" "Cheeky bugger, alright I'll do it, give me five to lock up and put a bit of lippy on." "Seriously, Nan, you don't need it, you look great." "Nan! you sod, I'll get you for that!" She laughed and skipped off and left him to lock his door and stow his gear in his car. Five minutes later, she was back, with a walking stick and wearing dark glasses. Tim howled and she laughed with him. Throwing them in the back she jumped into the front passenger seat. Slamming the doors they roared off his drive, the music thumping from the speakers. Tim was impressed she knew the words, her voice firm and strong. They sang along as he drove to the sports ground. Parking they leapt out and she trailed round to the pitch with him. "I'm going to change, won't be long." He touched her arm and turned away. She watched him go, then two minutes later, she followed. Entering the changing room, she saw him stripping off with his mates. Grinning she shuffled in, "Timmmy!" she screeched, "where are you Timmy, I'm lost, I wet myself Timmy, help me." She watched helplessly as he and his friends tried to cover up, hands across groins, then trying desperately to pull pants back on, panic and fear in their eyes. She saw Tim looking at her and she started to laugh, this just made it worse, Tim's eyes widening in shock and awe. She shuffled past his mates and kissed his cheek. Standing up she looked him in the eye. With a wink she whispered, "Told you I'd get you, explain this one stud." raising her voice she looked at him with a sly grin, "Oh and about last night, you made me feel seventeen again, fuck me, six times in one evening, I had trouble walking first thing, thank you, you've made your old granny really happy." Patting his cheek she walked out, waving a hand as she did. Tim slowly turned to his mates, saw the look of horror, fear, respect and amusement in their eyes. He closed his eyes and drew in a very deep breath. Outside in the corridor Sally heard the whoops and laughter, serve him right she thought. She walked out and round the building to the pitch. She moved to join the others on the edge of the touchline, the wives, girlfriends and children of the players. Soon both teams and officials ran out and the game started. Tim didn't play as well as he normally did, but the honours were even at full time. The teams trudged off and went to shower and change. Sally hung round by the car. Tim and his mates emerged, they slapped backs, shook hands and laughed. Tim saw Sally and waved, heads turned and words were exchanged, more laughter and backslaps. Finally Tim came over and unlocked the car, he threw his kit in the boot and they got in. "The boys are going for a drink, do you fancy it, no pressure?" "OK, if you're happy with that." "Of course I am, why shouldn't I be." "No, no reason," "Oh, the age thing, well if you don't worry about it, neither will I, the boys sure won't, they think you're a star anyway. Set me up good and proper, respect to you." "I did warn you?" "You did, duly noted, if you don't want the pain, don't jump on the train." "WHAT?" "That didn't come out like I wanted." They dissolved into laughter and Tim started the engine. They were still giggling as he pulled into the car park of the Star and Compasses. Tim leapt out and walked round to open the door for Sally, helping her out. He locked the car and they went into the bar. At a large table were a group of WAG's (Wives and Girlfriends), Sally found an empty seat and sat, within minutes she was joining in the conversations. Tim ordered a pint and a large glass of wine, taking the drink to Sally. She nodded thanks and her eyes widened as Tim planted a kiss on her cheek. "There you go Nan, a large one, which is just how you like your men." The girls whooped and Tim dodged the flailing arm and joined the guys standing by the bar. The talk and banter went back and forth, until Tim felt a tug on his sleeve, He found Sally leaning into his arm. "Timmy, buy your old Nan a glass of wine dearie and I'll take me teeth out when I go down on you tonight." She winked as Tim spluttered into his beer, while a mate, half swallowed -half ejected his drink out of his nose. Sally tweaked Tim's bottom and went to sit down. Tim's mates fell about, watching his face turn crimson. Two others were still laughing as they helped the guy half drowning, beer all over his face and tears in his eyes. Tim pulled his wallet out and bought a round. He took the wine over to the table, sensing that he was being set up again. As he put it down, the girls erupted in a cheer followed by giggles and laughter. Reddening he quickly left and rejoined the guys, only to be set on again. After an hour or so, Tim and Sally said their goodbyes and went back to his car. Driving back they sat quietly until they reached his driveway. Half turning to her, he saw she had copied his move. He leaned in and they kissed. It was a sweet, soft succulent kiss, full of promise. they sat back. "Wow!" "Mmmm, me too, want to come in," he gestured to the front door. She nodded and they left the car, then wrapped themselves in each others arms. Once inside, they clung to each other and their lips locked together. Within minutes they were naked in the hallway, stroking, feeling, caressing each other. "Oh My God!!" They sat back from one another as Tim's mother stood hand over her mouth, face red, staring at them. Tim hastily pulled Sally's t-shirt across her and wrapped his jogging bottoms around his groin. "Mum, so sorry, err, this is Sally my neightbour. Mum, Sally; Sally, Mum." He sat back against the wall and began to laugh, tears streaming down his face. Sally pulled on her t-shirt and shorts, then went to shake her hand. Sarah, mechanically held her hand out and allowed it to be shaken. Sally let her hand go and looked down at Tim. she began to giggle, infectious as it was, soon Sarah was giggling and laughing too. Tim stood with help from Sally and pulled on his bottoms and t-shirt. He pulled Sally into his side and did the same with his mother. "Not how one should see one's son and his friend, but I am glad you two have met. Shall we have tea?" He walked to the kitchen, accompanied by the two women. In the kitchen the two women sat opposite one another, both unable to speak, whilst Tim got on with tea making. He placed mugs by them and sat at the end of the table with his mug. "Well bottoms up, or is that inappropriate?" He grinned. They laughed and soon Tim had them both chatting and relaxing, the atmosphere so much easier than fifteen minutes before. Sarah and Sally discovered common interests and history. Sarah's husband Jack had died five years ago and she to worked part time, although she did have to go to the office as she was a senior secretary at a firm of accountants. "I suspect, you're a bit wary of our relationship?" Sally said, "Curious, not wary, Tim chooses his own friends and I accept that. It's actually nice to see him with a woman, we did wonder," "Thanks, not that it makes any difference, but yes I prefer women and Sally and I just kind of fell in together." "Sorry if I ruined the best chance you had in months Tim." "Best chance in six years for me, never mind, there's always later," Sally said suggestively. "Is there?" "Do you want there to be?" "You bet," "OK, would you guys like me to go?" "No, Mum, we're only kidding," "Sarah, stay, we're just fooling around." "OK, but don't let me outstay my welcome." "Mum, you're always welcome you know that." "Thanks Tim, but I don't want to be that overzealous mother, always popping in and cleaning and tidying. Oh! have you changed your sheets lately by the way?" "Yes mother, I have, yesterday before you came, as a matter of fact." "Don't worry Sarah, I'll keep an eye on him." "Thanks Sally, that's a welcome relief, I do worry about him." "Boys huh!" "Yes, do you have children?" "I have a daughter who lives in Canada, we talk often, and I go to see her fairly often. About twice a year usually." "Is she married, do you have grandchildren?" "Mum?" "It's OK Tim. No Lucy's wedded to her job, she runs a magazine out there, national coverage, farm machinery." "Hmmm, sounds like she's a tough cookie." "Lucy knows what she wants and how to get it, believe me. She has a group of friends but Mr Right, or Miss Right hasn't shown up so far." "Oh! sorry, I'm prying again, don't you worry about that?" "Yup, but what can I do she's a grown up and she knows what she wants, so I guess I just have to let her get on with it." Neighbours As they talked on Tim made a salad and warmed rolls, they sat and ate, still talking. Tim opened a bottle of wine, then another, they moved to the lounge. Suddenly it was seven o'clock, They scurried to the kitchen and between them organised a meal. Sitting down Tim opened another bottle. Later after clearing away and coffee, Tim offered a liquor to them. Sally and Sarah drank theirs slowly, Tim took four large gulps, the scotch burning his throat. "Mum, you can't drive home, you're way over the limit, stay overnight, please." "Yes, Sarah, stay, it would be silly to get stopped or worse have an accident." "OK, you're right, I should have said enough earlier. Everything's a bit rosy, so thanks I will." "OK, you have my bed and I'll take the spare room, won't take a moment to make up." "Are you sure? I mean I'm being really selfish, and what about you and Sally?" "Don't worry, there's other times, anyway I need to go and I'll pop round tomorrow, or you can see me after work." "Great, thanks for a fantastic day, I really enjoyed myself." "Me too Tim, maybe next week?" "Yes, you're on, but I'll see you tomorrow anyway." "Night, night Sarah." "Goodnight Sally, thank you." They hugged and kissed and Sally left them in the lounge. "So, bedtime for me, are you sure about your bed?" "Of course, I'll be fine." They went upstairs and Sarah went to the master bathroom. Tim dragged bedclothes to the spare room and made up the bed. He felt a bit drunk, not completely, but he knew his cheeks were red and his sight was a bit blurry at the edges. Finishing up, he drew the curtains, stripped and went to the bathroom. He pushed the door open and saw his mother sitting naked on the toilet, legs apart and hands on her knees. He stared in fascination as he heard her pee hissing out, he could just see the stream between her legs. Shit, his mother shaved or waxed or whatever. Looking up guiltily he saw her firm breasts hanging forward as she sat. Straightening they rose and were firm on her chest. White with small blue veins and large aereola, her nipples flat and round. "I'm so sorry, Mum, I..." Tim stared at his mother. watched her wipe herself, then stand, staring at her body, so white and translucent, like marble. A few age spots dabbed her arms and chest and her small round stomach, with a few wrinkled lines was perfect. He sucked in a breath. "God you are so beautiful, Mum I never realised, you're stunning." Sarah smiled and her eyes went down to his lengthening cock. She grinned and looked at him, an eyebrow raised. "And I assume that's because of me." Her hand extended and stroked his cock. "Oh Mum," Tim stepped forward and wrapped Sarah in his arms. Feeling her soft smooth skin against him. His cock rested, half hard, in her crease. She sighed and laid her head against his shoulder, her hands on his back. "Ohhh, God it feels good to have a man hold me again." "Mum, I... Mum!" Tim looked down into his mother's eyes and kissed her forehead. She stroked his back, feeling his cock hardening against her. Pressing forward she adjusted her legs to let it slip further under her. Feeling the hardness against her mound and lips. She sighed and began to press and relax against it, moving her hips and rotating softly. Tim moaned and pulled her away slightly, looking into her eyes, before moving his lips to hers. He shuffled slightly until his back hit the wall, her legs opening and his hard cock pushing up agains her crease. they ground together slowly and soon her juices were lubricating his shaft. She pushed against him, rolling her hips and reaching down, adjusted the angle of his cock until he slid into her, his cry of pleasure echoing hers. Tim pushed slowly in, whilst his left hand circled her breast, the same one that had nourished him as a baby, and bent to kiss her again. He began a slow insistent rocking with his hips, which Sarah returned. Soon they were moving together, their lips locked in a frenetic kiss, his hand holding and gently squeezing her breast, the nipple now firm and hard. She broke the kiss and screamed as she came, her mound pistoning against him, his cock sliding in and out of her. She clawed his back, bit his neck until she sagged against him. Tim in his orgasm, rammed himself into Sarah and they slid down the wall. She rode him down and sat on his lap, pulling his wilting cock back into her vagina. He semi hardened and the sat looking at each other. "Ohh my God, Mum I am so..." "If you say sorry, I will pull this off and beat you to death with the soggy bit!" To emphasise her point her vaginal muscles tightened making him wince with pleasure. As her muscles relaxed around him he giggled. Sarah soon joined him. "Tim, that was fabulous, it really was, I don't know the last time I felt so bloody good. Certainly beats my plastic friend." "You have a vibrator?" "Why not, I thought I'd go mad until I got one. Best fifty quid I ever spent. God bless Ann Summers on-line, is all I can say. Although now you've ruined that for me. Nothing beats a good seeing to by a real cock." "Well thanks for the endorsement, we aim to please." "Well you certainly succeeded this time. Now we should go to bed." "Yes we should,but if you'll excuse me, I need to clean up and get some sleep." "Do you mind if I take a quick shower?" "Need help?" "Mmm yes please, come on." Later they lay in bed together, wrapped in their own thoughts. Tim gently stroked Sarah's back as she kissed his chest. They looked at each other grinned and kissed. Tim felt a tingle and his cock twitched as it tried to fill the tiny space that lay between them. Laughing Sarah lifted her leg and felt his cock fall against the other one. Tim reached down and moved it along her slit until with a sigh she accepted him back inside her. Her leg moved back trapping him, the hair on his balls tickling her thighs. They moved slowly, kissing, stroking, until with a short cry Tim came but carried on pushing gently until Sarah, tautened and shuddered to another orgasm. They drifted off to sleep, awakened rudely by Tim's alarm. Scrabbling around he disappeared into the bathroom, the toilets flush and the showers noise vaguely intruding on Sarah's dreams. Later she rose and showered. Tucking her dirty underwear into her handbag she went downstairs. Leaving and locking up, on an impulse, she walked next door. Ringing the doorbell she smiled as Sally answered. "Hi! are you busy I need to talk?" "Come in I was just about to put the kettle on," Sarah watched Sally's tight butt waltz down the hallway. She looked hard, how did she keep her butt so trim, she wondered. She placed her handbag on the counter and stared at Sally. Sally feeling the gaze on her back turned and looked at Sarah standing by the counter, "Is something wrong Sarah?" "You could say that, err, last night I screwed my son, twice, possibly three times, I'm a bit hazy on the detail." "Ohhh! well best you come and tell me all about it." Sally made tea and set the mugs down on the table. Sarah walked to the table and sat down. "I don't know how to describe it but..." "Did you enjoy it?" "Very much, too much, I want to do it again, and again..." "Well what's wrong with that?" "For God's sake, he's my son, I gave birth to him, he's half my age, what else is there that could be so wrong?" "And yet, you saw no problem with my having a relationship with Tim?" "You're not his mother!" "So it's not the age that worries you, just the fact he's your son?" "Isn't that enough?" "Well it's certainly different." "Oh God! what an I going to do?" Sarah put her head in her hands and sobbed, her chest heaving as she fought to breathe, her breaths coming in short gasping pants. Sally moved to her and folded her into her arms, kneeling beside the distraught woman. For a while nothing was said. It was anger, grief, exhilaration and confusion, overlaid with love and affection. Sally stroked Sarah's hair gently, soothing and tending her. Slowly Sarah stopped and sighed, "This is such a mess..." "Of course it is, we're all just humans responding to a situation with love, or fight or flight." Sarah felt Sally's arms relax and she sat back, feeling her fingers gently pressed by the other woman. "It's way too early or I'd suggest a good old wine buzz, but a suppose a cup of strong coffee might pass muster." Sally stood and moved sleekly round the kitchen, soon the aroma of freshly ground and brewed coffee filled the air. "Mmm smells good, I think I'm going to enjoy this." Sarah sniffed the steam rising from the cup placed in front of her. Soon she kicked her shoes off and leaned back against the kitchen chair. Sally sipped her coffee and grinned, that was a good brew. They drank in companionable silence. Finishing, Sarah placed the cup in the saucer. "Another?" "No that was perfect, now new best friend what the hell do I do?" "Relax and ride the wave, see where it puts you down?" "So tempting, that boy certainly rang my bell, ding dong." "Then why spoil it with reality? Just enjoy it." "Really?" "Really." "But wh..." "You both enjoyed it?" "Yes but..." "You love each other?" "God yes." "Then enjoy that extra dimension that physical love brings." "He's my son..." "There you go again stating the bleeding obvious." Sarah smiled then laughed a full throated deep and lung bursting sound, tears again rolled down, this time tears of joy. She stood and walked to Sally embarrassing her by kissing her on the lips. Sally smiled and placed her arms round Sarah. They held the kiss and Sarah's mouth opened, feeling Sally respond as her tongue darted forward. Their arms gripped each other as their lips and tongues worked against each other. Pulling back, Sarah's hand reached down for Sally's bottom, squeezing the firm cheek in her hand. Sally used the gap to run a hand over Sarah's breast, breathing a deep sigh and a frenzied thrust of her pelvis against the other woman. "Upstairs, bedroom, now..." Sally gasped as her hand sought the buttons on Sarah's blouse. "No time, want you now, here, this minute..." The rest was muffled as lips and tongues combined. Sally now had her hand at Sarah's bare breast and was curling her palm over the soft, yet firm mound. Meanwhile Sarah's hand had retreated to the waistline of Sally's shorts, with a flip of her finger tips her hand darted inside and traced the contours of Sally's firm tanned buttock. Sally broke away, "For God's sake get your fucking clothes off or I'll cum before I've started." Grinning, Sarah stepped back and undid her blouse buttons slowly, watching Sally squirm with excitement, teasingly she pulled it open revealing her firm untanned tits, nipples erect, a slight blush across her throat. Her arms stretched back, allowing the cloth to fall off her shoulders, she licked her lips slowly. As the blouse dropped away her hands went to her trousers and unbuttoned the tie, slowly she drew the zip down the fly. swaying her hips she slowly lowered the garment, as she watched Sally's hand snake to the joint of her shorts and begin to rub slowly over the fabric. "Wait for me, I want to be first in there this morning, " she said and grinned. As her trousers hit the floor and Sally's eyes widened, no underwear and shaved, her hands flew to her top and pulled it over her head, as her shorts followed she felt Sarah's hands reach for her hips, pulling her down. As she straddled Sarah's face she let out a howl of pleasure, feeling the tip of Sarah's tongue, running over her slit. Kneeling over the woman she felt the others hand slowly grasping her buttocks as she rocked her hips in time with the delicious feeling of a tongue slipping into her. Soon she was thrusting her pussy into the face of her lover, feeling the heat and the pleasure building to it's inevitable climax. Then the tongue was replaced by a warm set of lips, sucking at her bud, drawing it out, then the tongue teasing. Lips, tongue, lips, it was too much, as she reached her crescendo the mouth enveloped her bud and fingers slid into her vagina, she screamed, cursed, sobbed, her pelvis snaking back and forth. A hand climbed to her breast, the three fingers inside her, now gentler, slower, easing her down. A final kiss on her mound and she fell backwards in a heap. Sobbing she curled into a ball, her tears sliding to the floor. Gentle hands massaged her, caressed her, calmed her. She sat and threw her arms round Sarah, they hugged, breasts mashing together. "I've never, ever, been with a woman, how did..." "I gave you what I would want from a lover, I've never been with another woman either." "Wow, just Wow! Sarah, I..." "I know how fantastic is that? Kinda got a buzz myself, oooh! Looking at Sarah and smiling, Sally pushed her new friend to the ground and proceeded to return the compliment. Forty minutes later, they lay together in Sally's bath, enjoying the luxury of the warm water, bath oils and each other. Later they went outside, naked and after a very erotic sharing of sun screen lay face up on two loungers in the peace and tranquility of the garden. "Mmmmm, this is the life, I could do this every day." "Me too, although it does get a tad chilly towards the end of the month." "We'll go abroad, follow the sun." "Good idea..." "Hi Sally, only me, have you seen my Mu... Fucking hell!" "Language Timothy!" "Mum, Sally, what...what?" "I think he's stalled, you okay son?" "Mum, you're and..." "Looks great doesn't she, soon have an allover tan like me." "I.. but.. I mean... wha!" "Some wine inside, bring a bottle and three glasses, and undo that tie and loosen your shirt because you look too obscenely formally dressed." "Yeah get some air to that lovely cock of yours." "MUM!" "Come on Tim, relax, we're just teasing, although I wouldn't mind a look at that thunder stick of yours. Your Mum says she knows you really know how to use it. Come on give a girl a break, show us your cock." Tim, gave up, grinned, then undressed, bowed and went inside, they heard the clink of glass and he returned and set three glasses down, opening the wine, he poured three generous glasses. "Bottoms up," "Play your cards right and you never know.Cheers." "Cheers, first but not last today." "Ok, so Mum's told you what happened, I'm embarrassed, she's embarrassed, so what now." "I think Sarah's hoping for more of the same, I wouldn't mind a little bit of the action either." "Mum?" "True, the more I think about it... The more I think about it." "Wow, I've been worried all day about this, so I'm a very relieved man, believe me." "Hopefully you'll been even more relieved later." "Me too!" They raised their glasses and drank, the first of many that evening.