2 comments/ 59111 views/ 6 favorites New Neighbours, New Love By: sirhugs I had only moved next door four months ago, but in an effort to fit in, I had hosted a get acquainted barbeque. Since the house I had bought came with both a heated full size pool and a hot tub, most of the guests either arrived in swim wear or had run home to change after we ate. The few reluctant ones had joked about how even the hot tub couldn't make them swim in January, no matter how mild the Southwest might be. Mandy and her husband, Charlie, a short chubby bespectacled accountant, had silently sat off in a corner, each nursing a single glass of wine for hours. They had left before the real fun had started. If I was worried about fitting in with the neighbours -- a mature (some might say middle aged) single woman in a family enclave - my fears were misplaced. Even better, I quickly learned that more than a few of the straight looking Bible Belt types living on Zephyr Court had kinks compatible with my own. Mandy and Charlie were not the first to leave -- a few young marrieds with kids left early, amidst lots of jokes about who might do what to the babysitters - so it must have been about 11:00 o'clock or so that they politely thanked me for the invitation and plodded down the side path towards the street. Unlike livelier guests, neither gave me a hug or a peck on the cheek before turning away. Apparently this was normal behaviour for Mandy and Charlie, because they were still rounding the corner of the house when a gorgeous airline pilot from down the block named Brett, who like most guests, was wearing only a swim suit, said "Well, there go the prune suckers. Maybe now we can get this party started." The dozen or so guests left -- mostly couples, but a few singles like me - all laughed knowingly. What happened next had dispelled my concerns about the moral majority policing the block parties. As soon a Brett slugged back his bourbon, still rattling the ice cubes, a lithe black fellow -- I didn't know his name then, but since learned he is Nat - a dancer by calling - leaned over, took Brett's glass, slurped a cube of ice onto his mouth, and ran his cold tongue around Brett's exposed nipple. Brett shivered, though the air was not cool, and ran his fingers through Nat's hair. Nat suddenly straightened up, though and looked over to Brett's housemate, Casey, and said, "Sorry, love, am I presuming into your property?" "No, Nat," replied Casey, "no chains on Brett. He flies away so often, I just assume he'll do whatever turns him on...and you seem to be doing that right now." My jaw might have dropped at the realization that Casey and Brett were lovers , not just roomies, but that did not prevent my eyes from grasping Casey's innuendo and checking out the impressive throbbing bulge in Brett's trunks. My image of Zephyr Court as staid was shattered further as Nat deftly slid a hand into Brett's trunks and fell to his knees, right there beside my pool, in front of all my guests. In one smooth motion, he dropped his open jaw down over Brett's erect cock without touching the shiny tight outer sheath of skin, locking his lips around the base. I still recall thinking how impressive a feat this was, as Brett had a cock which was not only long, but fat. Gay sex though was not going to do me much good. The next thought that occurred to me was that this oral exhibitionism -- Nat was proceeding to piston his head up and down, drawing back to almost release Brett, then plunging to swallow the shaft - might drive the hetros, especially the couples, away. No worry -- within a few beats, a cute older bleach blonde that I later placed as Jo, the house guest of my immediate neighbours, the Archers, slid up next to Casey and smoothed his curly red mop of hair, saying, "Since your boyfriend is busy, maybe you'd like some experienced female companionship, or are you strictly a man's man?" Casey shifted slightly, glancing down at Jo's tiny white exposed breasts -- she had been topless in the hot tub already, and without a word lowered his mouth to the aroused oversized reddish brown tip of her right tit. Jo's hand trailed slowly down his body, caressing his cheek, his chin, and rubbing his shaved chest before dipping into his swim trunks. She extracted another fine looking cock. It was so full and juicy that I thought to myself 'How nice that such a fine specimen isn't wasted only on guys.' My attention had been focussed on the 'older woman' scene briefly, and when I glanced around, always the good hostess checking on my guests, I saw that most of the others were watching Jo lower her mouth over the swollen head of Casey's tool as well. A few however, were either staring, or warily peeking, at Nat massaging Brett's heavy balls as Brett's hips flexed up off his perch to drive his length to the back of his new lover's throat in an increasingly intense tempo. My contemplation of which cock looked like a better fit for either my hungry mouth or my aching pussy ended quickly with the realization that I likely could have both -- perhaps even at the same time. I was starting to like my new neighbourhood. As that thought brought a grin to my face, I noticed that Neal, the newlywed from across the road, had slid his arm around his wife, Paula, and popped her tit out of her bikini top. These youngsters were barely in their twenties, a matched set of freckled redheads who looked like they should still be in high school. Her breast had the strength of youth, standing firm without support as her husband tweaked the nipple, alternately rubbing the flesh and then tugging the nub away from her body, a little harder and further with each repetition. Paula seemed oblivious to her husband's attention though, staring instead at the sexual exhibitionism occurring just a few feet from her. Her stare shifted from the tableau of Nat teabagging Brett over to Jo nibbling the tender tip of Casey's cock. Without looking down, she acknowledged Neal by snaking her left hand into his trunks and extracting his cock. Unlike the other two on display, Neal was not overly endowed. "Maybe she's never seen one bigger than her husband's -- if he's not careful, she'll end up becoming a size queen and he'll have to find new fuck buddies while his wife gets impregnated by some of the neighbourhood big boys," a voice said into my left ear. I turned my head, regretting even a moment not watching the orgy unfold. The sound belonged to Anna, the eighteen year old daughter of the couple that Jo was visiting. Anna was a classic blonde, who would have fit better on a beach in Florida or California then in the Bible Belt. Her generous young tits strained inside a bikini top which consisted of two triangles just larger than her nipples and a few strings. As I looked, I noticed that she had brushed her teeny thong aside and was quietly fingering her well shaved pubes. My jaw dropped even further at this, given that her parents were only a yard away. One look however showed me that they were also entranced by the poolside sex, so Anna's masturbation was not bothering them. "Don't look so shocked," Anna continued. "Brett has serviced half the wives on the block. He would have been my first, except he was too busy being sucked of by Casey, so I used Casey's cock like a big fleshy dildo to break my hymen. I was so wet that it hardly even hurt. A girl could not have asked for a better eighteenth birthday. I was so glad Mom had put me on the pill a few weeks beforehand. I wondered at the time, because the orgy was a surprise present. Overall I must have sucked or fucked about fifteen guys by the time I was done. The party continued the next day of course." Her hand -- the one not in her pussy, brushed against her right nipple and then gently grazed my side, ending up cupping my left tit. "I also played games with just as many of the women," Anna breathed into my ear. The combination of her casual sensuous touch and her warm words sent shivers through my spine. My pussy was already moist, but now it was dampening my bikini bottom. Sapphic loving was just one of my milder kinks, but it had been years since I had even dreamed of eating a fine young vixen like Anna Archer. I did not care that her youth was tarnished by her apparent lust for fucking. Well used or not, she would still have that sweet zest. Perhaps her experience would even enhance the thrill. I suddenly realized that my own right hand had dropped to my thigh and my finger tips were easing the fabric away to allow access to my soaked pussy. So far, Brett's bisexuality was still not demonstrated, but that was quickly accomplished when Janet, a plump thirtysomething divorcee who lived on the corner, stepped over to where Nat was still licking Brett's mushroom like an ice cream cone. She gently nudged Nat aside and without a word, she straddled Brett's hips, opening her mouth and raising his chin to meet her kiss with one hand as she used her other hand to shove the bottom of her swim suit aside, slipping her already moist gash right down on top of Brett's lance in a single plunge. Though I was several yards away, I could easily hear the slurping noise as her labia enveloped his flesh. "Oh, Gawwwd, it's so long since I've had a live cock inside of me," Janet groaned, linking her wrists behind Brett's neck for leverage as she rode him roughly. As further confirmation that this was no 'nympho rapes gay guy' moment, Brett leaned in for another kiss, and his hips were vigourously bouncing up off his seat to meet Janet's thrusts. My fingers were now knuckle deep in my own wetness. I was startled, but not totally surprised, when I felt Anna's digit slip in beside mine. We playfully jousted around my clit as the blonde teen whispered, "Do you mind if I eat you before you get fucked? Sometimes, I like a cream pie, but I think I want to taste what your pussy is like without any seed in it." "You could just try some off that finger," I heard myself say. Despite my love of sexual adventure, being so open and vocal in front of virtual strangers was a surprise for me. "I want to feel the wetness all over my cheeks, just like when a guy comes so much that I can't swallow it all, and it spills out of the corners. Or when a couple of them are doing a circle jerk and spurt spunk all over me." Anna giggled. "Maybe, if you like that sort of thing too, I'll invite the football team over and you can clean me up after." Visualizing images of watching a dozen or so burly ballers fucking and spurting all over Anna, and then me joining them to bathe her with tongues caused my vaginal walls to clamp tight around our playful fingers. As I sighed, a small wave of preorgasmic bliss pulsing through my body, I closed my eyes just for a moment. I felt Anna's tongue flick against my earlobe, her warm breath entering my aural canal. When I opened my eyes again, I saw that young Paula was on her knees, busily rolling her husband's slim cockhead on her tongue, and then popping it into her cheek. She had shifted his position so that she could continue to watch Jo blowing Casey, and seemed to be mimicking the older woman's movements. As we watched the tandem blowjobs, Anna whispered, "I bet Paula has no trouble deep throating Neal's pencil dick, I wonder how she would do with a real cock." She chuckled. "I bet we'll find out tonight." I felt my abdomen clench down around Anna's finger even harder thinking about the combinations which might play out. We did not have to wait. As Anna slid a second and then a third finger up my pussy, and I withdrew my own hand, Anna's father, Oliver Archer, of all people, stepped behind Paula. He had been nude in the hot tub already, and now his manhood was growing to full engorgement. Beside me, I felt Anna shift closer, her nipple brushing my arm as she licked my neck. "Doesn't Daddy have a yummy looking cock?" Anna said, no longer whispering. My shock still allowed me to notice that several other people turned to stare at her comment as well. Their attention quickly returned however to the sight she was describing, as Oliver, who incidentally was a judge, gave his massive weapon a single loving stroke, causing a bubble of precum to form on the tip. This seemed to be all the lubrication that young Paula's newlywed pussy needed as he speared her from behind, entering her in a single plunge. Paula grunted once at the force of the penetration, and Neal winced slightly as her teeth instinctively clamped done a bit too roughly around the base of his cock. Within seconds, however, Paula and Oliver had a smooth rhythm going, her head bobbing down each time he pushed her forward, and then she would rise up, licking Neal's shaft as Oliver drew back. I was half distracted by Anna openly caressing my nipples in front of my guests -- most of whom were too busy watching Janet and Brett, or Jo and Casey, or Neal, Paula and Oliver. Still, I wondered about Neal's total lack of reaction or hesitancy about Oliver casually stepping up and fucking his wife. Sure, Anna had alluded to prior neighbourhood sex orgies, but from her earlier comments, it had sounded like Paula was still a faithful spouse. Anna's mother, Francesca, was one of the half dozen or so remaining guests still observing. Francesca, I later learned, had been a foreign exchange student who had been impregnated by Oliver accidentally. They stayed married and raised Anna, outwardly remaining pillars of the community, but never pretending to each other that they were monogamous. Not knowing that at the time of my party, I asked Anna, "How does your Mom feel about watching your Dad fucking Paula?" Anna's chuckle came right from her belly. She leaned over and licked a bead of perspiration off my left nipple before she replied. "Mom was the one who started the tradition of Zephyr Court orgies, I think. The only thing she might worry about is Dad not using a condom -- Paula might be fertile, and goodness knows, Dad doesn't shoot blanks - I've got three full siblings, and at least as many little bastard half brothers that Dad has to support. Good thing Mom's family was loaded to start with, and her jewellery importing makes a ton of money. Still, money might not satisfy Neal if he ends up raising a kid that isn't his. The upside though is that Mom and Neal might get to share Paula's cream pie." A glance confirmed that the blonde teen's pink tongue was unconsciously wetting her lips at the mental image of her Mom and the neighbour, not much older than herself, eating pussy together. "I thought you had suggested that perhaps Paula had never had a real cock." I giggled girlishly, recognizing how I had written off Neal's pencil dick. "She never has been with anyone else," Anna said, still rubbing my breasts and, like me, watching the sex, as she spoke. "Because we are close in age, we've talked about sex a lot. I mean a lot. Poor girl, her parents sent her off to an all girls' boarding school in the Swiss Alps. It was so isolated. No horny Germans or lusty Italians could scale the cliffs to ravish the virgins. Neal popped her virginity in a sleeper on a train the summer she graduated, and they never looked back." "They haven't partied with the neighbours before?" I asked. My hand now stroked Anna's leg. She touched my chin, turned my head and kissed my lips lightly, then spoke again. "They just moved in a few months ago, so have only been to a couple of parties around Christmas. Because a lot of the uptight types had to be invited, the fun was later, and there was less time to involve them. But Janet did drink champagne out of Paula's pussy New Year's Eve." "Where was Neal at the time?" "Fucking my Mom, in a double ender with Casey, who got her mouth." Anna chuckled, unleashing that belly laugh again, while I glanced over to admire Casey's cock as it banged deep into Jo's wet pussy. "Mom did say afterwards that there would have been room in her gash for Oliver, or Nat, or both, beside Neal. She could barely feel the poor guy." "Well, at least he's not too big for anal sex," I responded, automatically finding a bright side, though as I think back now; I realize I was instinctively probing Anna's boundaries. Of course, I was doing so physically as well, my hand travelling up her thigh and curling inside, easing her legs apart, teasing the edge of her bikini bottom away from her warm flesh. I felt the shivers now running through her body in counterpoint with mine. "You might be right," Anna said, panting for breath between words. "I've only tried anal once, and it hurt too much. Maybe I should try Neal on for size." "I bet if you had him to start, you could stretch out and enjoy larger ones too." I turned to better enjoy her grin, and this time, I was the one who kissed her. Our mouths opened slightly, but only the tips of our tongues crossed the other's lips. The public aspect of this most gentle mutual seduction made it very odd, but in a way that just increased my eagerness. I reminded myself to go slow, to let Anna think she was the seducer. "Who got your anal cherry?" I asked as we turned back to watch the orgy unfold. "Oliver, of course. He always likes to get the fresh meat first, and because he's a big shot, most of the other guys allow him to. Sort of like my Mom and the women, except Ollie is a lot more aggressive about it." I focussed then on checking out Oliver's tool, as it sounded like he was my competition to fuck Anna, if no one else noticed my willingness before he recovered from fucking Paula. Only then did my brain catch up to my hormones, reminding me that although this youngster had called him by name, her defiler was really her Dad. This froze me right then, my thumb poised just between Anna's outer lips, as I had been about to use it to spread one side open, my baby finger ready to stretch her enough to probe her depths. It was like everything happening around me was in another dimension. Incest just did not seem real. I loved erotica, but had never understood the appeal of those fantasies. The furthest I had ever gone in role playing was babysitter, or schoolgirl, and one memorable afternoon dressed in my old girl scout uniform 'selling cookies' to a neighbour. I had never uttered the word 'Daddy' sexually. Now this potential new lover was casually confessing to not only fucking her father, but that he had taken her anal virginity. Perhaps the awakening I was receiving was not that staid looking Zephyr Court was secretly kinky like me. Maybe I was too straight for this estate. Anna laughed, and then poked her tongue across my nipple. She lifted a hand again to my jaw, and looked me right in the eye. I saw her grin and the twinkle in her deep blue irises. "I'm just kidding, silly, it wasn't my Dad who first plunged his prick into my poop chute, it was really Neal. I just didn't want to tell you that after you guessed that his teeny weenie was just right after all. So, relax." My response was a heartfelt sigh, as Anna lowered her head and for the first time, drew my nipple into her mouth. As I enjoyed Sapphic love for the first time in years, I noticed Francesca staring at me. I met her gaze and pointedly looked over to where her husband was now pumping Paula so hard that he was using her pillowy breasts as handles. Paula was fisting the base of Casey's rock hard shaft, as she struggled to keep the tip in her teeth despite Oliver's efforts. Francesca slowly turned to look at that tableau as well. I caressed Anna's bleached mane, and slowly grasped a handful between my fingers. I tenderly tugged her off of my tit. Once she was looking up at me, I spoke; making sure my voice was loud enough that Francesca would have to hear about her daughter's sluttiness. "So Neal's cock in your ass hurt?" Anna rewarded me with a strong bark of laughter, which made her youthful boobs jiggle enough to brush our nipples against each other. The internal muscular contractions also made her vagina convulse, sucking one of my fingers inside of her without further ado. New Neighbours, New Love "Only the initial shock of it. Nothing Mom had taught me with bananas or toys had really prepared me for the shock of even mini meat pushing past my puckered rosette. Once we got going though, it was wonderful. You are absolutely right. Neal was perfect for my introduction to anal. Though now I've even tired of him for that. Like you said, I learned to take bigger meat there since." "So you lied about only trying it once too?" Anna did not answer immediately, because her mouth was full. I sighed and leaned back, almost falling over. I had forgotten I was perched on a railing by my pool. While I enjoyed the interplay of tongue, lips and teeth teasing my nub, I looked back across to see how Francesca was reacting to my seduction of her daughter, and our own little game of 'truth or dare'. At least she was not glaring daggers at me. Her attention was split between my activities and her husband, who was now grunting and groaning while slapping Paula's ass. The way Oliver's buttocks were clenching, I suspect that he was near climax. Francesca confirmed that she was not the uptight wife or mother type her earlier stares might have suggested. More consistent with Anna's reports, the tall European beauty had begun massaging her own breast, and her other arm was stroking her tanned belly. When Francesca's attention turned back in my direction, I tried a tentative smile, and she responded in kind. Her grin broadened as I caressed Anna's thighs, easing my new lover's legs open so that my fingers had room to work. Anna sighed in turn, pausing for air. "I'm a huge liar. I guess that's why a never keep a boyfriend. Though that may be because I'm a slut. Not that I care. Like, clearly, I don't need to tell you the truth just to seduce you, so why bother?" She chuckled and bit down on the very tip of my nipple, her eyes looking upwards. I winced and shuddered. "Everybody lies," Anna continued. "Like, I bet if I asked, you would never have admitted that you get pleasure from pain, but your body just gave you away." Francesca was clearly listening, because she chuckled, a few octaves higher than Anna, and stepping closer said, "I think she's got you there, Robin. Actually, I see she has you in a couple of ways, and might have more of you. Lucky girl. I wish I had gotten over to you first. Just the androgyny of your name is so intriguing. I have been wondering ever since you arrived what sort of girl grows up constantly being mistaken for a male." As the mother spoke, the daughter's tongue trailed between my breasts, and down my dewy tummy. I was really having trouble keeping my balance now. I removed my fingers reluctantly from her snatch. I slowly licked the sweet honey off my hand, savouring the essence of youth. No matter how sexually active, young women have a unique flavour. By then, Anna was rimming my navel. I gently tugged on Anna's shoulders, pushing her back. I planned to simply slide over onto a nearby lounge chair. Anna had been concentrating so hard on licking her way to my treasure that she staggered back, startled. Her barely bikini covered butt slammed back into Oliver. Anna went spinning into her Mother's arms, but poor Paula got smashed between Oliver and Casey. Oliver popped out of her pussy, a torrent of gism spurting out onto her lower back. Casey yelped loudly, no doubt because Paula's teeth closed hard on his root. She spit him out as she gasped for air and his spunk also was airborne, splattering her face and hair, with a few final gobs of goo pulsing out of his slit and coating his mushroom head. Despite Anna's earlier remarks against incest, I thought I saw a trace of tongue dart from Mother to daughter as they hugged and kissed while embracing. It happened so fast, however, that I could not be sure. One second, Anna was staggering into Francesca's grasp, the next, their eyes locked; they nodded in harmony, and spun over the threesome beside the hot tub. It was not the daughter, though, who moved to clean her father's cock. Francesca fell to her knees and lowered her elegant face down to worship her husband's well used weapon, beginning at the dripping tip. With one long lick, she travelled from pint to prostate, and then displayed true talent, wrapping each ball individually and slurping them one at a time into her cheek. From the other side of the hot tub, poor neglected Nat cheered, "Wow, can I have a share of that?" He skipped around the hot tub to where all the coming had gone on. I was breathless as I waited to see whether or not he would wrap his tongue around the judge's cock, and if so, how Oliver might react. I slid over and relaxed on the lounge chair, and my fingers soon travelled down my tummy to caress my labia. Instead, he joined Anna up where Casey's cock dangled in front of Paula's smiling face. Anna was busy swallowing Casey's whole length, thus keeping it hard despite the ejaculation. Her tongue was obviously bathing the shaft, as the shape of the head was visible first in one cheek and then the other. As I watched this, my eyes flicking over to where Anna's Mom was sucking Anna's Dad clean a few inches from Anna's bum, my clit was throbbing so hard that I just had to rub it, pushing aside my bikini, not caring which of my new neighbours might enjoy the display. This left Nat to administer to Paula. He was so flamboyantly queer that I thought perhaps play with a girl might be uncomfortable for him. He did not hesitate a second though before his tongue began flicking bits of already drying goo off of Paula's nose and chin. This still was pretty gay though, since it was Casey's sex he tasted. Once Paula's face was clean and Nat's mouth was so full that his lips were dripping, I paused and watched, a fingertip waiting atop my clit, wondering if he was about to snowball, and if so, with whom. I noticed that Francesca had stopped sucking Oliver, whose cock had to be clean by then anyway, and was also watching. Even Anna released Casey's reinflated tool from her jaw and smiled at Nat, who was after all only inches away from her, perhaps inviting or expecting a kiss. If so, Anna was disappointed, because Nat stood swiftly with the grace of a ballet dancer, and his hip nudged Anna aside so that he could press his body tightly against Casey and return to Casey his own seed. To add insult to injury, Anna tumbled backwards, her butt slamming onto the deck in a thud. Looking around, I saw that Brett was interested in Nat and Casey's activities -- though with jealousy or lust, I could not tell. While my attention had been focussed on Anna and the surrounding events, Janet had apparently finished riding the pilot to orgasm, though she still was pressed tight to his body, her nipples rubbing his chest. The deck lights shone, reflecting up off the rapidly drying pool of Oliver's seed deposited on Paula's back. I considered whether to boldly assert myself and clean it before it went to waste, but before I moved, a young man who thus far had been sitting nearby, watching, rose from his bench and took the couple of steps over to that spot. I barely knew him, just that his name was Mark, and his family had the house on the corner. He was hardly more than a boy -- about Anna's age. Since he had arrived in a college sweatshirt, with his parents, who gave him beer, I knew he must be older than he looked -- eighteen anyway, if not 21. Somehow, I had assumed that he had left when his parents, an older couple, had departed early. Mark had the stocky bulk of a wrestler. His sweatshirt had been removed at some point, likely to go into the hot tub, as his swim trunks were wet, but his hair was dry. Inside his trunks, I saw that he had a short but fat cock -- the classic beer can. I grinned when instead of selfishly dropping his shorts and plunging that weapon into the nearest wet hole, he fell to his knees and began licking Paula clean. Jo, left out of the tableau surrounding Casey, took her 'just fucked look' the few feet over to Brett and Janet, and eased the plump young woman off of the pilot's lap, first placing her hands on Janet's hips, but then rubbing upwards and palming those full tits, using them like handles. Brett's wet prick fell out of Janet with a 'plop' as Jo turned the younger woman so that they could kiss. The contrast of the lean older woman with the doughy young thing was inspiring. I was not the only person who felt that way, as I saw Brett's shaft already refilling. As Jo held Janet's chin, tongues entwining, he slowly began stroking his shaft back to fullness, his palm casually grazing the surface, the silky outer layer of skin glistening with the mix of his own cum and Janet's juices. My fingers flew faster, thrusting deep into my cavity, curled but together so they had a cock like girth. Meanwhile, I found my clit with my thumb, tossing it upwards with each stroke. Soon, my hips were bouncing off of the lounge, climax nearing. I contemplated whether I ought to demand that Brett fuck me with his mighty cock before I exploded. With synchronicity, Brett gave his cock one more pump, as if priming it. "That's it," I heard Janet sigh. "Too late," I heard myself mutter out loud, as, despite having come already, a fresh burst of seed bubbled out of his slit. Waves of orgasm pulsed outward from my button, jangling my nerves, and then flowing sweetly in a surge of energy, infusing toes and fingertips. Jo and Janet were now jousting over Brett's offering, their respective mouths on either side of his mushroom, tongues twisting together hungrily as they lapped up every ounce of his ooze. "I need a cock," I groaned, my eyes roaming, like at a deli, wondering which meat was most filling -- young Mark, or effeminate Nat, or Oliver, if I wanted to be a size queen. How would Anna or Francesca feel about feeding me Oliver's cock by hand, I wondered. Then I realized that everyone had heard my moan, and all eyes were focussed on me. My hand was still frozen in my pussy, my thumb continuing to massage my clit. I expected someone to offer to fuck me, or perhaps to ask whose cock I preferred. Perhaps that would have happened, except my back gate banged open, startling everyone. "I want you perverts to know that I've called the cops," Charlie said as he burst into the yard, Mandy trailing meekly behind him. I quickly noted that they both were staring at Oliver's huge endowment. Charlie looked disgusted, but I mentally filed away that Mandy's tongue flicked across her wet lower lip, usually a tell tale of lust. "I bet the police would love to arrest a judge," Charlie growled. Oliver just laughed. "Every cop on the force has loaned me their handcuffs to play with on more than one occasion. I especially love the female officers." "Do you fuck them with their nightsticks, Daddy?" Anna asked. Francesca supported her husband by stepping over to him, wrapping one arm around his waist and stroking his tool with the free hand. "Do you like what you see, Mandy?" she teased. "I bet poor Charlie is jealous." "What?" Charlie blustered, turning to face his blushing wife. "She's never seen my ...my...penis..." Anna laughed first, that belly rolling boyish burst of joy so out of synch with her looks. Instantly, the mirth spread to her parents, and then the dam broke, with Mandy joining in as the cue for the rest of us to laugh at Charlie. "Gee, Charlie, you just confirmed what Mom guessed. Poor Mandy, stuck with a tiny prick husband." Anna's voice trailed off though, as she looked at Neal's embarrassment. "Sorry, Neal, but it's not the same - you at least use your talents for good, not evil, and allow Paula to play with more powerful pricks, so everybody is happy. Poor Mandy always looks in need of a good fuck." Francesca helped her daughter. "What Anna means to say is that poor Mandy is married to a husband who is a prick, Neal. You are more than the measure of your meat. Charlie is just a dickhead." The balding object of the scorn was fuming now. He grabbed Mandy's arm and started hauling her back out the gate. She hesitated and turned to speak to the gang. "I'm sorry. I thought he was just going to complain about the noise. I just came along to try to avoid him getting into trouble..." We barely heard the last word as she was dragged out the gate. If fear of cops was laughable, noise complaints were not. Truth be told, we all had to live on this block, and it was a quiet neighbourhood, as the realtor had assured me. So, the gang did not resume banging. I did not get stuffed by a nice juicy cock that night -- not Oliver's fat one, not even Neal's tiny treat. The next morning, I did not awake entwined with any of the sexy Sapphos after a night of passionate sixty-nine. It was a bit like being at a buffet, then only having time for the salad bar, when what you wanted was a feast, followed by seconds. There were a few adventures in the months that followed, now that my naughty neighbours knew I was no prude. Mandy and Charlie however kept their distance. If he saw me while he was out walking his poodle, he crossed the street. Mandy was civil at the market, but had never asked to borrow a cup of sugar, let alone my favourite vibrator. Unlike Mandy, Anna had kept in constant contact with me, even though she had returned to college a few days after my house warming party. We emailed, chatted online, web cammed, and phone sexed. The question of whether I was bisexual or just bi curious had been dealt with quickly. "Totally bi, totally curious," I told her during our first online chat, which of course ended with us both orgasming, and drifting off to sleep without signing off. In the morning, we had just resumed where we had left off. This relationship with a nubile blonde half my age was intense, yet casual -- we both saw diverse lovers, and had friends and dates, in our real lives. All that activity gave us lots to share, to laugh about, and to titillate the other with. We never pretended we had a future, though we had looked forward to consummating our lust in person. "Spring Break" became our nightly signoff, our mantra. The plan changed weekly, or at times, daily. Fort Lauderdale. Cancun. New Orleans. Aruba. But then Anna fell in love. Horst was a Swiss finance major, son of a wealthy banker. When he invited her to Europe for the week, she had to go, and of course, there was no way I could go with her. The relationship with Horst failed within minutes after Anna got off the plane in Paris, but she had an unchangeable return. That night, she emailed: "I never imagined that Horst could be such a mummy's boy -- and not even in the 'fucking his mom' way, you pervert [she put a giggly icon there] -- just totally fawning and sissy. And the old witch treated me like a whore after their fucking money...as if..." Anna recovered quickly, partying away the rest of the winter term, but still maintaining great grades, so Oliver and Francesca were pleased. Both parents visited Anna regularly, but I was never able to find time. Anna and I continued to play regularly, and the tension built until I thought I was going to explode -- no amount of fucking both genders, no matter how mind-blowing the long distance climaxes we shared -- I had to see, and to have, Anna. "Was it a guy or a gal?" Anna had laughed. I could have pictured it after the party, it was the same belly roar, but we were on webcam at the time. I had the pleasure of seeing her bountiful boobs jiggling live online. Anticipating her attire for these sessions was always a thrill. It varied from gym clothes to halters to oversized sleep T's to comfy flannel jammies. On the rare occasions when she signed on nude, I would instantly wonder whether her room was empty, or if she had just finished a sweaty session of rolling in the sheets. Or sharing a shower. Or banging up against the inside of the door, her orgasmic groans alternating with loud thumps, to the joyful entertainment of her dorm mates. Anna was up for almost anything when it came to sex. "Both actually," Anna confessed. "It's a couple, primarily. The TA - that's teaching assistant - for my biology class is a grad student named Vince. I wrote him off as scruffy and musty smelling until one class, his girlfriend showed up. Valerie, what can I say about Valerie? She dresses frumpy, but I could tell right off she had a dynamite body, and even without makeup, she glowed. She smelled like a spring meadow. I just had to find out what she tasted like." At that point, Anna had giggled, like the girl she still was in so many ways. One hand was below the camera level. I thought I could guess where it was, and moved my own free hand to my panties in empathy. "It turns out organic beer is not only tasty, but it is a potent panty remover too," Anna explained further, "particularly once they both realized that I wanted to have Vince as well as Val, so it wasn't really like she would be cheating." I wondered at that point whether Anna's popping nipples were the result of seeing my shoulder bounce in time with my hand motions, or of her own clitoral stimulation. Then I decided that I was thinking too much, leaned back, masturbated, and listened dreamily. "They had never done a threesome before," Anna sighed, her voice drifting off as she entered her own private place, "well, at least not with another woman. Later, Val did confess that the prof. sort of forced her to go down on him before agreeing that Vince could have the job. Val did it, but insisted that Vince be there. When the prof. was about to come, she looked over and saw that Vince was hard. She paused, grasped the root of the cock filling her mouth, so it would not explode, and spit it out long enough to tell Vince to take his rod out of his pants and stroke it for her. Of course, he was glad for the relief." "Was it really a threesome, if she just sucked one cock, and the other guy just jerked off," I asked, my thumb busily bouncing my love button. "Well, there was more. Once the prof. pumped his goo, she held the last of it in her mouth and kissed Vince. He didn't pull away like she expected. Instead, his tongue explored inside her mouth, licking up the stray bits. She decided spontaneously to ask Vince to suck the prof. too, just to see how they would react -- and maybe to reclaim control." This made me flash back to my party, and the hunger which watching man on man sex had provoked in Anna. Though I was more open minded than most women, this was no huge turn on for me, but I could tell she wanted to talk about it. "Did he do it?" I asked dutifully. "After Val promised to suck him at the same time." Her jaw was hanging open as a tiny bubble of drool formed on her lower lip, her eyes half closed. In the fish eye of the webcam, her t-shirt covered boobs looked like twin ice cream mounds topped by ripe cherries. "I'm still not sure that was really a threesome, if no one got fucked. Was the old prof. even able to get it up quickly enough to blow another load into Vince's throat?" "Well, he actually isn't that much older than a grad student. He just got tenure last year. Rumour has it, he got let go from several schools for fucking faculty wives." "Not faculty husbands?" "Oh, even though he let Vince suck his dick, he never fucked him. Val's pussy was enough for both of them, literally. She told me that they double entered her. So, yeah, it definitely was a threesome." Images flashed rapidly through my brain, even as the electrical sparks of climax burst among them. I just had to ask. "Did she say how they did that?" Anna barked out a laugh, her keyboard hand flipping up, caressing her left breast, squeezing the flesh and then pulling at the nipple. Without thinking about it, I found myself copying her movements. "Why, haven't you ever tried it?" she teased. "I bet you'd love it. Val had Vince lie down on the couch. Then she straddled him and slowly lowered herself over his cock, which not only had revived, but was standing straight up like a tent pole." New Neighbours, New Love "Did the prof. at least fluff Vince for her?" I sighed, slipping away for a moment into ecstasy. My loins clenched and I felt faint. I closed my eyes as fireworks sparkled inside my eyelids. As my brain cleared, I heard Anna say, "Vince didn't need fluffing. Val told me swallowing the load into his throat left Vince solid like a rock." "What about the prof.?" "He seemed to like Vince's blowjob, even though Val thinks Vince was new to the task, he must have been a gifted amateur. Still, it took a bit for the prof. to get hard again. Guys aren't like us. They can't just keep right on coming." "So, what did they do about that?" I managed to sigh, while still struggling to catch my breath. "Val danced," Anna laughed. "At that point, she still had her clothes on - remember, this started just as a blowjob - the prof. had loosened the top of her dress and played with her tits a while to get hard the first time, but she did a nice old fashioned strip tease for him, ending by rubbing his resurgent member between her tits. Like I figured that first time I met her, that girl has fine cleavage, no matter how she hides it. He was hard in no time." "So where did he fit in the double entry?" "After Val got nicely settled on Vince's pole, she felt the prof trying to push the tip of his cock against her asshole, but even nature girls don't always want the dirt road, so she reached behind herself, leaned forward, kissed Vince and at the same time steered the prof's cock into her pussy. She told me that she never felt so full, and the feeling of the two cocks sliding against each other while they stretched her walls drove her to orgasms bigger than she had ever experienced." "Wow," I tried to say, but Anna's snicker confirmed that it just came out as a moan. It wasn't just post orgasm blues that made me slump in my chair. I forgot that Anna could see my face. "What's wrong?" she asked. My afterglow was fading fast. "But it's you that I want. I've screwed almost every guy on the block, plus guys at work, guys from bars, and guys from the gym. Alone, in pairs, and even with their wives. None of that makes me want you less. It all just makes me hungrier to taste you, to suck your nipples, to suck on your clit, to put a finger up your ass, to ride you with my strap on." "Here I was, thinking it would be me, riding you, your strap on sticking straight up, me as the cowgirl," she joked. "Each in turn, my dear," I replied. This pushed Anna once more towards climax, as I could tell on the webcam that one hand was furiously rubbing her pussy, and see for myself her other hand massage her full breast. As I rolled through my list, her fingers pulled her nipple further and further away from the mound, and her groans became grunts. At last, she exploded, collapsing in her chair. "I'll see you on the weekend...how about planning a barbeque?" she sighed, just before signing off.