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The Girls Next Door Ch. 01

By: VictoriaOh



Seth walked into his backyard, and a noise caught his attention. It almost sounded like ... no, it couldn't possibly have been... 

The noise repeated itself, accompanied by another sound that was like music to his ears. His cock began to stir, and he feverishly thought to himself, "Yess! Please be what I think I'm hearing..."

Seth stood quietly in his backyard, tilting his head to listen. The sounds seemed to be coming from his neighbor's house...the roommates. They lived there together; Seth didn't know them well at all, but sometimes helped them with their groceries and knew that they were both attractive women. They kept to themselves, mostly, and Seth hardly ever saw men coming around their place much at all. Once in a one of them might go out on a date, but that happened once a month. 

Seth walked into his side yard to get closer to their house, which luckily was set very close to his, and stood near his honeysuckle-covered fence, listening.

He was sure of it now. It sounded as if someone was being spanked! A female someone who might even be enjoying it. He scanned the yard to see if he could be seen from the front yard or from another house, determined that he was in fact camouflaged, and crept closer to the fence. Pulling himself up on the stump of a sickly willow he'd cut down several months ago, he was able to see over his fence into a window in their home. And what luck! It was the right window. The blinds were open, and the window was partially open to let in the breeze, but sheer white curtains blocked a clear view into the house. Seth could hear the spanking clearly now, and the shape of a person with someone else over their knee could vaguely be made out. Straining his ears, Seth tried to make out what was happening. 

"Naughty, naughty, naughty!" Each word was accompanied by a resounding swat with what could have been a paddle or a stiff hand. "Never, never do that again! Naughty, naughty girl!"

With each word and spank, the lighter, sexier sound of a young woman sighing and moaning could be heard. Seth was getting turned on, his penis straining against the limited space in his jeans, his balls engorged and tight.

First checking to see if he could be seen, Seth reached down and rubbed himself through the rough denim. The seams inside his jeans scraped against the sensitive skin, making him almost insane with need. He wanted to bury himself inside a woman, now. He wanted to have her face down, one hand holding her by the root of her hair, the other gripping her breast as he slammed his rod into her twat from behind and...

He couldn't take it anymore. He opened the fly of his jeans, pushed down his boxer briefs and reached inside to pull out his cock. He was not a big guy, but he was well endowed in the pants department. His penis was thick, heavily veined, and about nine inches long when fully aroused. He spat on his palm and grasped himself roughly. "Naughty, naughty Seth," he muttered to himself as he watched the shapes through the curtains, slapping his shaft to attention and pulling it until he was quivering from the oncoming orgasm. "Naughty, naughty, nau-ahhhhhhhh!" Thick, white come spurted from his rod and onto the fence and the flowers growing over it. He imagined the fence was the woman doing the spanking's chest, naked and full-breasted, the jism splashing over her boobs, coating her nipples, dripping down her body onto her belly and onto the form across her lap's back and bottom. He fantasized that the woman would put two fingers to her victim's back, run it from the asscrack up the back, scooping up his come, and stare at him in the eyes as she licked her fingers clean.

Seth continued to stroke himself as he listened to the women in the house on the other side of the fence. The punisher was chiding the girl now, the spanking had stopped but the girl was still over her lap. The woman was saying something to her. "...and now that you've been punished, let's see your underwear. Take them off and let me see what you've done to them."

Seth recognized the voice for certain, now that it wasn't raised in anger. It was the older of the two girls: Shaundra? Sandy? Sheryl? Yes, Sheryl. And the spankee – that MUST be who it was over her lap – her name was...Amanda. How on earth had he lived right next door to these steaming hot cunts and not known it?

Seth put his clothing back together, wiped his hand on the back of his jeans, and surveyed his surroundings. Any plans he'd had for tonight were totally out of his head as he decided to create himself a spot, right here, in his own garden. First thing first, he'd build up the fence in the front so that there was no chance of being seen from the street by passing joggers or the mailman. Then, maybe, he could contrive a way to build a bench and make a hole in the fence that he'd be able to see through and into the window from the bench, without being seen. The honeysuckle was beautiful, but in the way. If he removed it, it might draw attention to his activities. Seth was sure he could work around it. Perhaps he could build a garden arbor here in the side yard, and train the honeysuckle over it. As it was, the honeysuckle was overgrown and trailing along his side yard, searching for something else to grow on. Seth reached for the honeysuckle and plucked a single red blossom. He tore off the end and put it in his mouth, sucking softly for the sweet nectar, like he used to do as a child.

...

Every day now, Seth, whenever he was at home, would listen for more of the sweet sounds of bondage. He went to sleep late every night, fantasizing about the women next door. In his dreams, they invaded his bedroom in black leather, wielding paddles and holding him down to his bed with their ripe bodies. In his dreams, they would take turns sucking him and themselves off. Sometimes he'd dream of them doing both at once.

Sheryl was the older of the two, a rather intense brunette, in her early thirties. She was fit, with a long lithe form - a dancer's figure, with a small waist, long legs, and high, firm breasts - just the right size to fill his hands. Amanda was younger and shorter, a bouncy blonde with large breasts and curvy hips. Her bottom begged to be squeezed - or spanked! Her full lips were meant to be wrapped around a man's cock. Her lips featured prominently in Seth's dreams, as did her ass, and Sheryl spanking it.

When he would hear them pull into their driveway in their cars or if he saw that they were both at home, he'd park himself in the arbor he'd built himself and wait for them to appear in the window. 

For a week and a half, nothing happened. He had only his dreams and his hands to keep him company in the arbor. 

Then one day as he rushed outside to the arbor after Sheryl had driven home, he heard slaps and her yelling again, and this time he could also hear Amanda, sobbing as Sheryl tore her a new one. He put himself into his arbor, leaning forward in his seat, his face against the slit in the fence he'd carved to look like a natural burl in the wood, and watched the scene unfold. Today, the curtains were not drawn. He could see it all happen clearly.

Amanda lay on her bed, naked; her bared breasts red from the handprints Sheryl's slaps were leaving behind. She sobbed as she begged her roommate to forgive her. "Please, please, I'm sorry! I just couldn't take it anymore! I needed it – I'm so sorry!" Sheryl slapped her breasts again, Amanda laying on her bed and just letting it happen, legs spread wide as her friend used one hand alternately to slap her breasts and harshly pinch one nipple and then the other, wrenching them cruelly, and using her other hand to roughly thrust a fat red rubber dildo into her hole over and over again. "This?" Sheryl screamed as she pumped the hand holding the dildo into Amanda's crotch, "This?!? You left work early, came home knowing I wouldn't be here and it was for this? You don't need this," She punctuated her words with deeper, more forceful thrusts of the dildo. She leaned over and bit Amanda on the side of her left breast, marking her with a ring of teeth. Amanda lay there, taking it, moaning and lifting her hips to meet each movement Sheryl. "You filthy, naughty girl!" Sheryl cried, watching Amanda's face for a sign that she might be about to come. "You never, never touch yourself, not with your hands, not with this" She pushed the dildo in as far as she could, her fingertips at the end of the rubber cock disappearing between the folds of her friend's nether lips. "– never! I am the one who tells you when you can take pleasure. I am the one that gives it!" Sheryl jerked the dildo from Amanda with that final word and dropped to her knees at the foot of the bed. She grabbed Amanda by the hips and dragged her to the edge. Eyes on Amanda's face, she pressed her lips to Amanda's clit and began to suck as if her life depended on it. Amanda thrashed like a wildcat, screaming with pleasure. "Oh! I'll be good! I'll never do it again. I was naughty, so naughty, naughty, naughty!" Sheryl's fingers dug into Amanda's flesh and she stopped sucking, lifted her head and smiled at her. Spreading Amanda's cunt lips wide, exposing her clit, she opened her mouth and bared her teeth at her, and then slowly she lowered her head and gripped the small nub between her teeth. Amanda then lay perfectly still, paralyzed while waiting for Sheryl's next move. 

Seth was covered in sweat. He'd never seen anything like this before, never even read anything like this before! He was rock hard, and he'd already coated the honeysuckle twice during the spectacle. He'd barely noticed each orgasm; he was so wrapped up in the goings on. He leaned ever further forward, wishing he could open the window and touch what he could see and hear so clearly. He wanted to find the builder who'd allowed the houses to be placed so closely together and shake his hand. 

Sheryl still held her Amanda's clit between her teeth, and she slowly turned her head from side to side, letting the flesh twist in her teeth. Amanda began to sob uncontrollably, the muscles in her thighs twitching. Sheryl let go of the small nubbin and shoved her tongue deep between Amanda's cunt lips, pushing her thighs up in order to get more access to her slit. Amanda was soon nearly folded in two, her ankles almost at her shoulders, her bottom bared to the room. Sheryl began to run her tongue from Amanda's clit to her asshole, twirling her tongue in circles around the brown ring, and then sweeping deeply into the rosy slit, then flickering rapidly over the button above, then back again. Amanda's whole body shook, her hips jerking with every movement her lover made with her long, adept, tongue. Sheryl moved and put her fingers into Amanda's twat, and diddled her relentlessly. Amanda was close to exploding now, her whole body flushed, her breath coming in harsh gasps. Sheryl lowered her head and began to twirl her tongue around Amanda's asshole again; thoroughly wetting it, and then stuck her tongue into the brown hole about half an inch, deliberately letting spittle drip into the void there. Pulling her face away, she carefully inserted her thumb, essentially holding her now as if she were a bowling ball, two fingers in Amanda's cunt and her thumb up her ass. She pinched her fingers together, then released, pulsing them, rubbing her thumb and fingers together through the thin membrane of super-sensitive skin there. Amanda moaned and began to shudder uncontrollably, and Sheryl leaned over her and began to knead Amanda's breasts with her other hand, alternately caressing and pinching them until they became spotted with angry red marks. 

Seth was going insane. He would never be able to forget this - nor would he want to! This was so hot. Seth came against the fence again, and this time his dick was done. It lay flaccid in his fist, a thin dribble of come trailing to the flowers inches away from it.

The women seemed to be insatiable, in some strange sex game of domination and submission, master and servant. Seth watched them and fantasized being locked into their game with them. He stared through the window as Sheryl practically lifted Amanda off the bed with three fingers. He wanted to be in that room, his arms around Amanda, hands squeezing her breasts and his cock rock hard against her back. He wanted to be slamming Sheryl's asshole with his dick while she sucked her lover off. He wanted to be in that room with everything he had. 

He watched as Sheryl got Amanda off, then stripped off her own clothing and curled up beside her on the bed, pressing Amanda's face to her pert breasts. He watched as Amanda, her face wet with tears and sweat, put her mouth to her Sheryl's tit and began to suckle. He watched as Sheryl took the dildo that she had earlier cast aside and put it into her own mouth to lick and suck Amanda's juices from it as if it were a cherry popsicle.

Seth went to the 'spy shop' the next day, determined that he'd never miss another moment of the Sheryl and Amanda show. He purchased recording equipment, a setup that would film both day and night, and a zoom lens for the distance. He set up the camera to wirelessly feed to the recording equipment in the house, which he then linked to a channel viewable on any tv screen in his house. The arbor was dry and safe, and as long as he masked the little red flashing recording light, he'd be safe from discovery.

...

Amanda rested her head against her lover's knee and surrendered herself to the sensation of warm, soft hands gently massaging her breasts, and the cool evening air washing across her body from the open window of her bedroom. She sighed and closed her eyes, to shut out everything but feeling. 

Sheryl shifted to the floor from the bed, pulling Amanda up so that she sat between her legs, her head on her shoulder. She let one hand roam over Amanda's body, palming her breasts, teasing her nipples, and then rubbing the skin below her breasts, and then her stomach, and then her crotch. Slowly, she slid fingers across and between the folds of her vagina, never actually entering, but skimming against the most sensitive spots with practiced skill. Amanda uttered a whimper, and shifted her hips, spreading her bent knees to provide better access to her lover's administering hand. Sheryl's other hand cupped Amanda's left breast, fingertips working at the stiffened nipple they found there.

Her lover's hand grew bolder, delving further, becoming slick with her fluids, and Amanda began to moan with pleasure. "Mmm, yes...uhnn." She groaned and turned her face to Sheryl's neck and began to kiss and lick, nipping gently at the delicate skin. Sheryl turned her face and dipped her chin, claiming Amanda's lips with her own, French kissing her slowly, drawing out the moment. Amanda's tongue darted into each Sheryl's mouth, teasingly licking and biting as the heat between them rose.

Sheryl's moans soon joined hers, turning Amanda on ever more. "Yes, let me hear how you like it, too. I love it when you get into it oooh...ohhh!"

Sheryl continued to make out with Amanda, removing her hand from Amanda's breast and using it to guide one of Amanda's hands between them, to her own crotch. Amanda eagerly began to diddle her; occasionally bringing her fingers to her mouth to lick them clean quickly, then dipping them back in. 

After a few minutes of this sweet foreplay, Sheryl moved Amanda to the floor, laying her out on her back and straddling her face, and smiling softly, she began to sixty-nine Amanda. 

Seth sat in the arbor, watching the women suck and finger each other off, and stroked his dick vigorously. He wanted to be right there, underneath Amanda, letting Sheryl lick his cock as he fucked Amanda's tight twat. As he beat himself to orgasm, giving the honeysuckle its umpteenth vitamin bath, he let loose a low groan.

In the bedroom, Amanda's eyes went wide as she heard something through the open window. Then, with a strange look in her eye, she reached up and pulled her lover's ass cheeks apart and began to finger Sheryl's asshole with vigor, plunging her digits into the brown hole as far as they would go. Sheryl's hips began to buck and thrust as Amanda did her work, and soon she came explosively, all over Amanda's face. Quickly, Sheryl turned around and licked her Amanda's face clean. After some more necking and cuddling, she left Amanda's room to rest in her own bed. 

As soon as her lover was gone, Amanda crept out of bed, locked her bedroom door, and then moved to stand naked at the open window. Until tonight, she'd always assumed that any view into her room was blocked. As she considered the possibility that she was wrong, she sent a nervous glance over her shoulder before she allowed her fingers to find their way between her thighs and to slide into her ready and waiting twat, still slick with juices. Their neighbor's honeysuckle-covered fence had usually blocked any view she might have had of him in his house, except lately he had been doing a lot of work in his side yard, adding fences, building what looked like an arbor... But now she wasn't so sure he'd really been working on improving the look of his garden. She was certain she'd heard something outside her window tonight, something decidedly male and pleased.

She went to her dresser, to the bottom drawer, where she kept the forbidden toys, the things Sheryl didn't know she had, and pulled out a long flexible two-ended dildo. She'd bought it because she thought Sheryl might enjoy having sex with it, allowing them to do more than just sixty-nine or scissor their legs and grind one out on each other's pubes. But Sheryl had balked at the idea of using toys, and Amanda had never let on that she'd already bought the thing. It was black and thick, nearly as thick as a toilet paper roll's cardboard center on one end, narrowing to a more...natural size at the other, and long, covered with thick, ropy veins as so many sex toys are. She went back to face the window with it, as if she had no idea that she might have an audience, and sat on the edge of her bed, holding it between her breasts so that she had one end between her legs and the other near her mouth. She began to lick the dildo's fat ended head, making it wet with spit, and soon she had it sliding slickly as far as she could take it into her throat. Once it was fully lubricated and her pussy was begging for something of its own, she turned the dildo around and inserted the wet end into her twat, careful to make the appropriate quiet moans and sighs that go along with being filled well with cock. Bending her head down, she then began to lick the other end of the dildo, and once she'd lubed it up with her spittle, she crawled towards the window on her hands and knees, gripping one end of the dildo with her cunt, her head down, still suckling the other. Turning her backside to the window for maximum view, she stopped sucking and grabbed the end in her mouth, reached around and put it to her asshole, carefully shoving it into her brownhole inch by tortuous inch. She and Sheryl didn't play ass games too often, so her ass was tight, and the soft cries she let out now were honest ones. Soon she had the dildo going in both holes at once, leaving a short u-shape visible. She crawled to her dresser drawer again, clenching all of her muscles to hold the dildo in place, making sure to display her ass, this time pulling out a small egg vibrator with a wired remote. Leaning on the foot of her bed, she faced the window again with her thighs spread wide, displaying the dildo as it stretched both of her holes. She wet the vibrator with her spit, then placed it against her clit. She turned it on and began to quiver as the vibrator did its work on her love button, driving her insane with need. Deliberately, she began to quietly talk dirty to herself. "Yes, Amanda, take it. Take that fat cock! You know you want it. You want a man's hot rod up your cunt, pounding you into pulp. You want Sheryl to see that dick is okay. Sheryl needs a cock in her mouth, Sheryl needs to be dirty, doesn't she, Amanda? Yes, she does. Fuck that dick Amanda, take it in the ass, fuck it dry, fuck it, fuck it, fuckit, fuckit, fuckit, fuckit, ooooooohhhhh..." Amanda came, her hips bucking wildly, the flesh of her ass rubbing the hardwood floor of her room, her juices dripping out and around the dildo, coursing down her thighs to drip onto the floor.


The Girls Next Door Ch. 01



Again, Amanda heard exactly what she thought she'd heard earlier. There was a man watching them through the fence, and he liked what he saw! And she knew who that man was. Smiling to her self, she got up and cleaned her toys and put them away, then took a warm bath while she thought about what next step she would take.

...

Amanda had spent the last couple of days rearranging her room. Seth watched his feed off the camera by her window from his kitchen, where he'd set up a small TV as an extra monitor. Watching the girls next door had become a driving obsession; he now had a TV hooked up in every room of his home; even his bathroom! It had become a pleasure to watch Amanda move her furniture and clean her room; somehow he was lucky enough that whenever she bent over to pick up something, her ass was always pointed his way – right at the camera. He'd seen her bend over a LOT in the last few days – with and without undies on under the skirts she tended to wear, and he'd even got to see her reward herself with quiet urgency for all of her hard work when her Sheryl would run out to the store or something. Sometimes she even dared to wear a reverse strap on – fucking herself as she worked. From what he'd seen so far, it looked and sounded like her lover would not allow her to come unless she was involved herself, but Amanda was a creatively rebellious dirty girl. 

Amanda appeared to have developed a like for stargazing too: she spent a bit of time each night standing at the window, staring up at the night sky, and sometimes he was lucky and she would slide her hands into her clothing and caress herself – her breasts, her clit, one time even curling up on the window seat, legs spread wide, fingering her own ass, all the while watching the stars. Watching her face as she came was fuel for his 'shower exercises' every morning.

His luck was also running to the extreme in that she hadn't drawn her blinds or closed the sheer curtains since her lover caught her with the dildo; he had a very clear view of everything she did. He thanked the powers that be that the weather continued to be mild; he couldn't imagine what he was going to do come winter, when the windows and blinds would be closed to keep the heat in!

What he really wanted was to see another scene between Amanda and her Sheryl – but he supposed for some reason they were leaving one another alone.

One afternoon, just as he was levering himself out of his chair to go out to his garage, Amanda and her lover both entered his screen. He didn't have audio, but it looked as if Amanda was showing Sheryl the result of her redecorating spree. Sheryl was frowning a bit as she looked around the room; then her face turned red and her eyes went large – she'd obviously seen something she did NOT like! Seth was overjoyed – this could only mean one thing. Amanda was definitely going to be punished, and he hoped Sheryl brought out a paddle this time! Seth headed for his back door – he wanted to see this one in person!

...

Amanda did her best to feign dismay at her lover 'discovering' her special secret drawer of toys. In fact, Amanda had left the drawer open just a teeny bit, in hope that Sheryl would see it.

When she wasn't cleaning and rearranging her room the last couple of days, Amanda had been doing a little creeping around in the side yard. She'd managed to get a peek into her neighbor's yard, and seen the camera set up under the arbor he'd built. Apparently he knew of their little secret, and liked it. She'd seen Seth a few times; he was built well and was probably hung well, too. Maybe if the Amanda and Sheryl show got better, he'd get bold enough to approach one of them. Maybe she could get him into their house...into her room...into her pants! She couldn't think of anything better than getting fucked by a real, hot cock attached to a real, hot man. 

She bent over her bed, legs spread wide and on her toes, exposing her ass and pussy completely. She propped her torso on her bed and hung her head in joyous 'shame', and knowing that Sheryl would punish her now, her cunt was already dripping in anticipation!

...

Sheryl lifted the skirt Amanda was wearing and saw that her lover not only had been collecting toys and pleasuring herself in private, but that she wasn't wearing any underwear! Amanda's twat was already moist in anticipation of the coming punishment, and with one hand Sheryl spread the juicy pink and red folds cruelly apart, stretching her cunt wide open. Amanda gasped, and Sheryl felt herself start to get wet, too. 

"How DARE you!" She yelled, and with each word she spanked Amanda's pussy with one hand, leaving it an angry red. She went to the drawer her lover had been hiding all the toys in, and rooted around in it. Finding a riding crop, she returned to Amanda, and bending down so that her face was close to her ass, she reversed the riding crop and thrust the stubby, octagonal, rubber coated handle end into Amanda's cunt. "You like toys? You want toys? I'll give you toys, you little secretive bitch!"

She twisted the handle inside her, making sure it was thoroughly lubricated with her juices, then removed it and placed it against the tiny brown button of Amanda's asshole. 

Amanda began to moan as if she were afraid of having her ass violated. Honestly, she was more excited that Sheryl was so angry that she would do this than anything else. She wiggled her bottom around, as if to escape, and Sheryl's nails dug into her ass. Sheryl began to put pressure on the riding crop, and soon the tip of the handle, about one inch in diameter, was ringed by puckered flesh. Amanda began to buck her hips, just a little bit, and flexed her ass muscles to get more of the leather grip inside her. The hardest part was going to be pretending she was actually being punished! Sheryl's punishments had stopped being punishments a long time ago. It was devising new ways to get into trouble that was difficult!

'Oh, please stop, please don't do that, I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry!" she cried, hoping that Sheryl would push the riding crop's handle in just a little bit further. Right now it was just teasing her asshole, and making her hands itch to just grab it and start fucking herself with it. 

"Don't?" Sheryl yelled. "Don't? I'll do what I damn well please, you little slut bitch! What have you been doing with all these toys, hmm? I doubt you were spanking yourself with this thing – who did you plan to have use it on you? Hmm?" Sheryl pushed and twisted the crop handle at the same time, drilling Amanda's ass with it. She was so angry. How dare Amanda do something like this? She must have a lover somewhere; probably some dumb jock from college...Sheryl put her face next to Amanda's ass, watching the crop handle as it disappeared into her little brown hole. Turning her head, she opened her mouth and bit Amanda's ass, hard, leaving an angry red ring of tooth marks behind. Returning to Amanda's asshole, she slid her tongue around the flesh surrounding the riding crop's handle. It was straining, tight, pulsing with the effort of taking in something that size and shape. 

As Sheryl's teeth dug into her asscheek, Amanda cried out in surprise and pain, and she gripped the bed covers tightly. "Owww, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!" Sheryl replied by licking her asshole above the crop, and she nearly came right then and there. Then her lover said to her "Well? Who is it? Who did you buy these for? Who's the lucky bastard who has tasted my pie?" Sheryl began to slap Amanda's twat again, swinging one palm underhand and upwards between her widespread thighs, holding her fingers stiff but not flat, so that her neatly trimmed nails were angled just right in that position to scrape Amanda's clit with each slap. "Oh! Oh! Oh! No one, no one, oh! I got them for you and me, oh! I swear, I promise! Oh! Oh! Oh god!" Amanda came violently as Sheryl slapped her clit again, her asshole gripping the riding crop so hard that the slapping end of it quivered.

Sheryl grabbed the crop and roughly yanked it out of Amanda's ass, shouting "How dare you come? I didn't give you permission to come yet!"

...

Seth was in seventh heaven. Sheryl was going crazy in there, having found Amanda's stash of sex toys, and he had a front row seat for the whole shebang! He flipped open the box he'd built into the bench in his arbor, and pulled out a container of lube. Methodically spreading it over every inch of his swollen member, he tried to pretend that the moisture was actually from Amanda's mouth, so sweetly open and pouting from the punishments her mother was giving her. This was going to be so good! Already, his cock was throbbing in anticipation of the first load of come preparing to burst out of him. One more one-handed trip into the toolbox and he came up with a leather adjustable cock ring, which he immediately fastened as tightly as he could around his cock and balls, to make him last as long as the girls did. The ring, in his imagination, was Sheryl's vicelike grip. Now, fully prepared, Seth glued his eyes to the scene playing out before him, and gently pulled on his cock as he watched Sheryl begin to look again through Amanda's naughty drawer.

...

"What is this, dear?" Sheryl said, turning from the dresser drawer with what looked like some heavily beaded jewelry in her hands. 

Amanda's eyes lit up as she explained to her lover, "They're nipple weights. See the little nooses, there? You just slide those open until they are wide enough to fit around the base of the nipple, then tighten them as much as you like. The beads are heavy and the weight of them pulls on the nipples as they swing on the ends of the strings."

Sheryl pulled a chair near the foot of Amanda's bed, and sat on it. "Come here, slut," she said, gesturing to the space on the floor before her. "On your knees like the whore you are."

Amanda dutifully walked on her knees from her bed to the space Sheryl indicated, come glistening on her thighs, her face flushed. When she reached the right place, she thrust her shoulders back and held her head high, looking her in the eye.

Sheryl reached out with one hand and grabbed Amanda's left nipple, pulling it towards her and twisting cruelly. When Amanda made as if to move closer, to follow her own nipple, Sheryl barked at her to stop. She pulled harder, then attached a nipple weight to the now swollen bud, pinching it and pulling it to make sure the noose was as far down as it could possibly go, then slowly tightened the cord noose until it was obviously pinching the skin painfully at the knot. Amanda took a breath between her teeth, hissing with the pain and the pleasure. Sheryl took Amanda's right nipple and did the same to it, then quickly slapped Amanda's breasts several times, hard, making the weights swing violently on their swollen red anchors. Picking the riding crop up from the floor, she put it against her lover's lips. 

"Lick it, little bitch. Lick it clean." 

Amanda's tongue flickered out of her mouth to flutter against the handle of the riding crop, twisting around it as if it were a man's cock, then pursed her lips and leaned forward, taking it into her mouth. She sucked on it, and took as much of it as she could into her mouth and then throat until she was almost gagging on it, then pulled away, letting it slide out again. She repeated the motion until the handle glistened with nothing but her own spittle. Sheryl then turned it around, and used the clapper on it to move the nipple weights, making them swing again, then slapped Amanda's breasts with it. Pleased with the sound it made on her skin, she began whipping Amanda across both breasts with it, leaving red welts. The nipple weights shook and twisted on their strings, dancing with each impact, and Amanda's nipples became more and more engorged, the delicate rose pink becoming dark and almost purple. 

...

Amanda's cries were in earnest now, the welts stinging and her nipples screaming for release. Her clit was throbbing, begging for something to stimulate it, and she ached deeply for something to fill her hole. 

"Please...please." she whimpered, as Sheryl paused to run her fingertips over the welts that embossed Amanda's breasts.

"Please, what" said Sheryl, now scraping her nails gently on the welts.

Amanda's breath hissed between her teeth, and then she said, "Please let me come. I'm sorry. I won't play with my toys or myself without you ever again. Just let me come, please let me come, please, please!"

Amanda was panting with need, the breaths keeping the weights hanging from her turgid breasts in motion, her hands at her sides fisted tightly to keep from touching herself. 

Sheryl was dripping wet, her underwear practically soaked. She began to strip slowly, pausing often to tug on the nipple weights or spank Amanda's ass or stick her fingers in Amanda's mouth, making her suck them. Her own twat was pulsing with the need to have something, anything inside it. 

Once nude, she looked over Amanda's breasts again, and when it became obvious that it really did hurt to have the nipple weights on so tight, she loosened them a little. She then laid Amanda down on the bed, leaving her head hanging over the foot of the bed. Sheryl put her backside to her lover's face and spread her legs over her, positioning her twat over Amanda's mouth. 

"Suck my clit, Amanda, and don't you dare come till I tell you to!" Sheryl propped herself with one hand on the bed beside Amanda's hip and bent her attention to her lover's clit, pinching it between two fingers and pulling up, treating it like a nipple. Amanda's tongue delved between Sheryl's cunt lips, scooping the fluids up to her mouth like a cat's. She then did as she was asked, and set her lips on Sheryl's little round nub and began to suck as hard as she could. She lifted her hands to her ass and caressed it, massaging each mound of flesh, spreading the cheeks apart and teasing her asshole with small brushes of her fingertips.

As Amanda teased her ass and sucked her clit, Sheryl continued to play with Amanda's clit between her fingers. She decided that the clit was much like a nipple, and reminded of the weights, reached back to remove them from her Amanda's breasts. As the blood rushed back into her nipples, Amanda sighed into her lover's twat. It hurt so good!

...

Seth was, as usual, beyond himself with arousal. He massaged his cock and tried to think of excuses to gain entry into his neighbor's house. There had to be something he could do for them, some reason to go over there. But what would he do once he got in? He couldn't just come out and say "I want to fuck both of you. At once!" Watching the girls was great, but he needed to plunge his rod into a hot slit, and soon.

One of his favorite things about the girls was Amanda's eyes. Sometimes, it felt like she was staring into the camera and begging him to come over and play. That wasn't possible, of course, but he could dream.

...

A week or so later, Amanda was nude, perched on the edge of her bed as her lover crouched between her thighs, examining her twat for evidence that she had been playing with herself. (She had been, an hour earlier, just for Seth and his camera, but Sheryl couldn't possibly know that.) While Sheryl slid her fingers into her fuck hole and tweaked her clit, she stared through the window at the almost invisible hole in the fence that Seth's camera guarded. She wondered if Seth was out there, right now, watching her, and she smiled just a little, hoping he was and that he was about to come storming over the fence and through her window to fuck her brains out. Just thinking about it made her get hot, and Sheryl noticed the sudden increase in fluids. Looking up, she noticed Amanda's attention to the window.

"What are you looking at?" She asked Amanda. Amanda's cheeks flushed as she tried to think of a quick answer to the question. "Me? Nothing. Just looking at the honeysuckle."

"So...honeysuckle makes you come, does it?" Her lover jibed, giving Amanda the look that let her know she wasn't fooling anyone. "What are you looking at, Amanda, don't you lie to me or I'll get the paddle!"

"The honeysuckle, Sheryl, really..." Amanda's twat tightened as Sheryl strode out of the room, only to return with a leather-covered paddle. It was narrow enough to leave welts and wide enough to get a good slapping noise, and it was Amanda's favorite. "No, not the paddle!" Amanda managed to sound honestly dismayed at the thought of being spanked, but only barely so.

Sheryl grabbed Amanda's desk chair, sat down on it, and gestured to Amanda to drape herself across her lap. 

"You are lying, Amanda. What is so interesting out there? What are you thinking about?" With each word, Sheryl smacked Amanda's ass with the paddle, making sure to never hit the same spot twice. She wanted Amanda to feel her punishment, not be numb after the first couple of hits.

Amanda couldn't help herself. After several good swats, her cunt was aching and she cried out "COCK! I'm thinking about cock, fat, hot cock!"

Sheryl smacked Amanda's ass a few more times and then stopped. She'd been thinking about dick a lot herself lately. She just hated dating, and didn't know any men who were good for casual sex. Amanda hadn't been on a date in a few months, either. Plus, it was hard to find a man who could handle the special relationship she had with Amanda.

She sighed and said, "Me too." 

"Really? Really really? Because..." Amanda turned in her lover's lap to face her and began to speak quietly and rapidly to her, telling her all about their voyeuristic neighbor, Seth. 

"...and I just can't stop thinking about him– Seth's good looking, healthy, he doesn't go out a lot or have a bunch of people coming and going from his house...and he's obviously interested in us!"

"Well....I don't know, honey..." Sheryl was shocked but interested, and unsure about it all.

"Please? We can share him, and everything!" Amanda was bouncing up and down in her excitement, her breasts jiggling as she tried to convince Sheryl to allow this one man into their lives.

"Alright, Amanda. Let's do it." Sheryl stood up, stripped, and faced the window. Amanda got on her knees and wrapped her arms around her lover's hips, her face close to her Sheryl's crotch. 

Sheryl pointed at the wall of honeysuckle outside the window and made the universal beckoning motion with her forefinger. Still beckoning, she placed her other hand on Amanda's head and pressed it into her crotch. Amanda immediately began to lick, kiss, and suck, all the while trying to keep one eye to the window, begging with her eyes for Seth to join them. 

After a few minutes of this, Sheryl was too aroused to ignore what Amanda was doing and pushed her to the floor for an enthusiastic session of sixty-nining. "If that doesn't bring him," she said into Amanda's cunt, "Nothing will."

...

That night, Seth sat dumbfounded at his kitchen VCR. They knew! They knew, and they wanted him to come over! They knew, they wanted him to come over, and he'd missed the invitation! He fast forwarded through the girls sucking each other off to see what was happening in there now. Instead of more of the ladies giving it to one another, there was now a piece of paper taped to Amanda's bedroom window, blocking the view. It read, "The back door is unlocked." 

Seth walked to his back door and went to his arbor. He looked through the hole in the fence and saw that the sign was still there. Both of the girls were there, too, he could see their feet tangled up, hanging off the end of the bed. He went to his back garden gate, which opened to a common alley for the trash collectors to drive through, and went into their garden through their back gate. Walking through their backyard seemed surreal. Was he really doing this? From the back yard he could see that their house had the same layout as his, so he entered the house and went straight through the kitchen to the hall, where he stopped at Amanda's open bedroom door. 




The Girls Next Door Ch. 01



Amanda and Sheryl were both asleep, curled up together on Amanda's bed, naked and tangled in her sheets. As Seth stood there, trying to decide whether he should say something to wake them, Amanda stirred and opened her eyes sleepily. 

"You came," she said softly, and taking care not to wake her lover, got out of bed and crossed the room to stand before Seth. 

Amanda was naked, unashamed, standing before him. She was perfection - not too thin, nor too curvy, just healthy and soft and radiating with the afterglow of her earlier activities. She stepped closer, close enough to allow her nipples to brush against the fabric of his shirt. "Hi. It's Seth, right? You've been watching us."

Seth's face turned a deep crimson as the thought that he'd been caught finally sunk in. "Yeah. I heard you one day and I looked and I couldn't help myself. You and Sheryl are amazing!"

"So now that you are here, Seth, what do you want to do? You've been watching, you know what happens in this room. Where do you want to begin?" Amanda placed her hand on Seth's jeans, rubbing his dick through the denim, staring into his eyes, daring him to fuck her. 

"I want you to suck my dick while Sheryl punishes you, Amanda. I want your mouth on my cock, while she spanks you and fucks you with one of those toys you got in so much trouble for. I want to fuck your cunt while she licks your clit. I want to bite you, I want to watch your eyes glaze over while I fuck your tits and Sheryl sticks something up your ass. I want you to be my little bitch like you are for her, and I want her on her knees with her mouth on my cock. I want all of it. I want all of you. Both of you." Seth put his hand in Amanda's hair and pulled it back firmly, so that Amanda's neck extended and was exposed fully to him. Knowing from watching that pain was pleasure to the girl, he bent and put his mouth over her windpipe, biting with increasing pressure as he lessened her air supply with his teeth. 

Amanda's hand convulsed on his crotch and squeezed his dick through his jeans, and her other hand grabbed his shoulder as her legs wobbled below. She grunted rapidly through her teeth as she convulsively humped the air, losing herself in his bite.

Seth used his free hand to caress Amanda's slit and steady her motion, and was pleased to find her hot and ready for him. He stuck one finger in, to test her tightness, then another, and then another. He used his thumb to rub her clit cruelly hard. With each new invasion, Amanda's hips bucked even more and Seth bit and rubbed little bit harder. 

A rustling from the bed made Seth release Amanda's neck and lift his head; Sheryl was awake and watching, her hands busy, one twisting one of her nipples cruelly as she used the other hand to flick her clit with her long, manicured fingernails. Seeing Seth stop to look at her, she said "Amanda, come here and get your spanking. It's time Seth got his wish." She crawled across the bed, leaned out, and slapped Amanda's ass several times, hard enough to push Amanda's clit into his still-rubbing thumb, and her twat more firmly over his fingers. Amanda moaned and went almost limp, one hand with a death grip on Seth's shoulder, the rest of her weight supported by his hand.

Letting Amanda go, Seth removed his clothes and then sat on the edge of the bed, his dick standing at attention. Amanda placed her hands on his thighs and bent at the waist as Sheryl went to the dresser to find the perfect toy to fuck her with. Sheryl returned with a large knobby dildo and put one hand on Amanda's bottom. "Are you ready for us, Seth? Can you handle both of us?"

"I'm ready, Sheryl – now shove that thing in Amanda's pussy and start spanking!" With that, Seth grabbed Amanda's head and pushed it down onto his cock. 

Amanda opened her mouth and put her lips around his thick head, swirling her tongue around it, tasting the salt and sweat and the pre-come on the tip. Finally, she thought, a real dick in my mouth! It had been too long since the last time she had gotten to suck a guy off, and she was determined to do a damn good job. She ran her tongue as far as she could along the bottom of his cock, guiding it in as far as she could take it. When she felt it hit the back of her throat, she started to swallow, pulling it into her throat. 

As Amanda's throat began to massage his dick, Seth let out a rough groan, lifting his hips ever so slightly, and at the same time, Sheryl pushed the knobby dildo into Amanda's fuckhole as far as it would go. Amanda began to moan around Seth's dick, her throat vibrating with the sound, and Seth began to pump his hips up, one hand holding Amanda' s head against his crotch, the other propping him up on the bed. Sheryl spanked Amanda several times with the flat of her hand. With each strike, Amanda's ass clenched and quivered. Watching the little brown eye wink with each spank, Sheryl decided it needed attention, too. Ordering Amanda to hold the dildo in her twat or fear worse punishment, she put one hand on each side of her lover's ass and spread the cheeks wide, and then she put her face down and licked from the crack of the ass at the small of Amanda's back, all the way to the dildo, then back again. Amanda's hips began to buck in time with Seth's pumping cock, still moaning deep in her throat. Sheryl swirled her tongue around Amanda's asshole, then drove her tongue deep inside, then back out again to swirl around her brownhole some more. Seth grated out, "Ah, god, I'm gonna come!" 

Sheryl grabbed Amanda's hips and pulled her away from Seth, then knelt between his knees. She grabbed his dick and began to massage it with both hands. "Ahhh, yesss!" Seth came, the come shooting from his cock and landing on Sheryl's face and chest. When he was finished, she reached over to Amanda, who was still gripping the dildo in her cunt, and said, "Clean me up, you dirty slut. Lick all this come off of me now!" Amanda crawled to her and put herself between Seth and Sheryl. She pushed Sheryl to the floor, then raised her bottom high as she licked the come from her breasts, teasing Sheryl's nipples with her teeth and tongue as she went. Seth, faced with Amanda's ass, spread her ass cheeks wide and stuck the first two fingers of his right hand into her asshole, and then with his thumb pressed the dildo further into her slit. With his left hand, he began to smack Amanda's ass, feeling her asshole clench around his fingers. When her ass began to glow hotly, he stopped and pulled the dildo out of her twat. Leaning down, he pressed it to Sheryl's lips. "Looks like you have some cleaning of your own to do, honey." Sheryl opened her mouth and took the knobby dildo between her lips, and as she did so Seth pushed it into her throat. Her eyes widened and he said to her "Just preparing you for when MY fuck stick is in your mouth, baby. You're next." 

Seth stood up behind Amanda and placed his rapidly stiffening cock against her cunt lips. "Keep sucking on her, Amanda, you clean her up really well and I will let you fuck her while she sucks me off!" Amanda threw her head back and moaned, pressed her ass back against Seth, pushing his dick into her twat. "Fuck me Seth," she said as she turned her head to her lover's breast. "I need your cock in me right now, I want you to fuck me till I'm dry and then I want you to fuck my ass!" Scooting her body up beneath her lover, the dildo still in her mouth like some giant pacifier, Sheryl grabbed Amanda's head and guided it to her clit. She lifted her ass off the floor and spread her knees to open herself up. Seth rammed himself into Amanda as hard as he could, pushing her face into Sheryl's crotch. "Come on baby; fuck her with your tongue. Lick her clit till she screams around that dildo."

Seth began to rhythmically pump his rod deep into Amanda's fuckhole, grinding his pelvis against hers. It felt so good to be inside her, every inch of his cock wrapped in the hot folds of her twat, her cunt muscles massaging his dick better than his hand ever could. Already he could feel another orgasm coming on.

Sheryl humped her Amanda's face, all the while sucking on the dildo in her mouth as if it were the tastiest lollipop she'd ever had. She wanted Seth's cock in her mouth instead of the dildo. She wanted to swallow it whole, and when he came, she wanted every drop to go down her throat, hot and hard. Just thinking about it was making her even hotter; she could tell she was going to come all over Amanda's face in just a minute.

Amanda sucked on Sheryl's clit and moaned in excitement as Seth pounded her slit with his fat, hot cock. He was so good; she wanted him to fuck her over and over again. Just the thought of this happening over and over again was too much for Amanda – she screamed into her lover's cunt as she came violently. Her cunt muscles spasmed around Seth's cock, gripping it hard, then releasing, then gripping again, and as he felt her juices flood around his cock, he also came, shouting as he quickly pulled his dick out and sprayed his come all over her back and ass. Sheryl's hips jerked wildly as Amanda's scream vibrated her clit and she came as well, all over Amanda's face, leaving her lips and chin dripping with cunt juice. Breathing deeply, the three lovers collapsed bonelessly in a pile on the floor of Amanda's room, legs and arms tangled together. 

After a moment, Seth opened his eyes and grinned ear to ear. "Ladies," he said "Thank you. I have never had something as good as this in my life."

"Oh, no, Seth," Sheryl purred. "Thank YOU. Amanda was beginning to tire of our little games, I think, and although I really didn't know what we needed, she knew exactly what to do." 

"Have you been enjoying our little show, Seth?" Amanda said coyly, snuggling herself against him.

"No offense, girls, but I'd much rather be IN the show than watching it!" Seth reached for Sheryl "Now, Sheryl, I do believe I told you that you were next?"

Amanda tucked a pillow under Seth's head as Sheryl positioned herself between his thighs on the floor. Taking his half-hard cock in her hand, Sheryl smiled and said "I'm going to suck your dick, Seth. I want you to come in my mouth, and I want it hot and hard!" 

Amanda, resting her head on Seth's chest, watched her lover wrap her lips around Seth's cock, and felt her own juices begin to flow again. She turned to Seth and began to kiss him, her tongue licking his lips, asking for entrance. Seth opened to Amanda, and claimed her mouth with his. He kissed her forcefully, almost painfully. When they broke for air Amanda said to Seth "I wanna sit on your face!" That said, she wriggled out of his arms and straddled his head, pausing with her clit just a fraction of an inch from his nose. Seth stuck out his tongue and flicked the little hard nubbin with his tongue, then ran it down her nether lips, delving in and out of the soft folds, tasting her. Reaching up, he grasped Amanda by her waist and pulled her down onto him, allowing him to drive his tongue into her cunt, pressing her clit with his face. 

Moments later, he pushed her off and told her to turn around. "Help Sheryl, Amanda." He said, gripping her hips and taking her clit between his lips. She bent forward and she and Sheryl met in the middle, locking lips over his crotch, and then bent their heads to lick and suck Seth's cock and balls together. 

Seth thought that he'd been in heaven before, watching these two, but now he knew. He'd found heaven with the girls next door. His balls drew tight and he grated out, "I'm gonna come" and Sheryl moved quickly, putting her mouth on his cock and sliding her lips down to that sweet spot at the base of his shaft, locking them around it, leaving the head of his penis just at the back of her tongue so that as Seth's dick began to spasm and spurt out the hot load of come he'd warned her of, it still hit her tongue before hitting the back of her mouth and sliding down her throat, which was undulating as she swallowed and swallowed, caressing his cock into producing more and more come. Seth had heard of the male multiple orgasm but had never experienced it until then – the feeling of the tip of his dick being squeezed gently over and over as she swallowed brought him again past the point of no return. Sheryl sucked and swallowed until Seth was limp and soft in her mouth. Amanda, eyes hot, put her hand on her lover's neck and pulled her towards her. The girls knelt on either side of him and embraced over his waist, leaving Seth to watch as Amanda licked her Sheryl's lips and delved her tongue into her mouth passionately. 

To his extreme surprise, Seth felt himself grow hard once more as he watched the girls make out over him. He reached out and grabbed Amanda's waist, pulling her to lay back onto his chest, his slowly rising cock between her legs. "I told you I wanted to fuck you while she sucked you off," he said and reached between them to grasp his dick and place the head at the entrance to her tight little pussy. Lifting his hips, he moved up just enough to slide the tip in, teasing them both. Amanda sat up and he entered her further, slowly, maddeningly. He reached up and grabbed her long hair and wrapped it once around his fist and then pulled down, so that her head and back arched sharply, forcing her pelvis forward and her twat fully onto his now rock-hard cock. He began to rock gently, moving about an inch of his length in and out at a time. He looked around Amanda at Sheryl and nodded at the scene. "Start licking, Sheryl. Lick my cock while it fucks her cunt, and make Amanda come all over me and you with your tongue." Sheryl crawled into position and lowered her head to the task, placing her tongue on the exposed portion of Seth's rod as it moved into Amanda's twat. She pressed with her tongue, and Seth nearly came again. Not wanting to come yet, he reminded her, "Sheryl, suck on Amanda's clit, bite it like you did before." 

Sheryl bared her teeth and carefully set them on either side of Amanda's clit. Amanda let out a thin cry, and Sheryl flicked her tongue against the flesh between her teeth, once, twice, then Amanda was bucking and screaming out an orgasm and Sheryl was sucking her come juices off of Seth's cock again. 

Seth came again moments later, and Sheryl, greedy for his come, licked and sucked at his cock and Amanda's cunt and thighs until Seth's cock slid out, then sucked his cock dry and began to root her face around in Amanda's pussy, looking for the rest. 

"Should I bottle it for you?" Seth quipped. "As much as I like to watch you two in action, I could have had a decent supply built up for you by now."

"I think Sheryl is a real cock-hound!" Amanda laughed. "I've never shared her with a man before – I had no idea how much she likes come!" While Sheryl crawled up to snuggle Seth on one side, Amanda snuggled against Seth's other side and put her face up for a kiss. Seth obliged, kissing her deeply and leaving her lips thoroughly bruised with the force of his attentions.

"So, can we keep him?" Amanda looked at her lover and laughed to find her literally passed out from exhaustion with her head on Seth's chest.

Seth chuckled and with Amanda's help, moved Sheryl to her bedroom and into her bed. Once they'd done that, Seth looked at Amanda and asked, "Shower?"

Grabbing a couple of towels as they passed the linen closet in the hall, Amanda led the way to the shower.

"Stay the night?" She asked, and pulled him under the warm spray. Seth thought that sounded like a great idea.



The Girls Next Door Ch. 02



There were girls everywhere. Bobby was drowning in a sea of high, firm breasts and taut asses, all wrapped tightly in the clingiest tops and shortest shorts imaginable. Blondes, brunettes, redheads, girls with shining black hair like waterfalls down their backs, cut as if to point at those round bottoms. Statuesque African beauties, exotic olive skinned temptresses, pale gothic girls and tanned All-American sweethearts were to be seen every which way he turned. His days were torture, surrounded by living breathing girls who appeared to have no idea how provocatively they dressed. 

Tall and quiet, Bobby didn't talk to girls much, and moved through the college campus in a way that avoided contact with people, leaving him in his fourth year with no girlfriend, and only a few close friends. He rarely went out due to his shy nature, and spent most of his time out of class in his dorm room. This was his last year of school here, and he only had one class left to complete before graduation. His days were uneventful, aside from the problem of having to hide a constant hard-on caused by the women he was continually faced with as he moved between the buildings. They were everywhere he went, he couldn't escape.

It was torture.

His nights, however, were less like outright torture and more like ... bittersweet torture. His dorm was co-ed, and his next door neighbors were a pair of beautiful girls, girls that you might find living in your clean, suburban neighborhood: sunshiny blondes with beachy tans, long lean muscles and brilliant smiles under sexy blue eyes. They were the quintessential All-American Sweethearts; the girls next door. But each night as he lay in his bed, he heard the unmistakable sounds of girls in sexual pleasure through the thin dormitory walls. Assuming they were lesbians, he allowed his mind to wander, and pictured all sorts of acts to go with the things he heard. 

Listening to them was almost painful. They seemed to sigh in unison, and with each almost-inaudible breath or moan, his mind generated images for him. Sometimes he pictured the girls sitting on the same bed, propping themselves up on one arm each while their other arm helped a hand as it busily diddled the other's slit. 

Sometimes he imagined them using one of those double-ended dildos, and tangling their legs as they humped it until they were grinding their cunt lips together.

Sometimes he only heard one girl's moans, and on those nights he would imagine one with her mouth fastened upon the other's juicy petals, flicking her tongue against a hard red clit. Occasionally he took that thought one further, and imagined that the girl licking was also diddling herself, or fingering the asshole below her mouth.

Once he was absolutely certain he heard the sounds of a spanking in progress, but the noises were so muffled he couldn't be sure. That night he came hard, imagining one girl over the other's lap, gagged and being spanked with a velvet-wrapped paddle.

Every night he was able to imagine something new, but primarily he just dreamed that the girls were on their knees before him, taking turns kissing the head of his cock, professing their undying love for him, and their insuppressible need to become his love slaves, incapable of doing anything but finding new and imaginative ways to pleasure his body. 

The three of them developed a routine: Bobby would slide into bed, armed with lotion or lube and a box of tissues, and he would wait. He could almost set a clock by the girls, and nearly every night at about ten-thirty he was rewarded with the sound of a bed gently thumping his bedroom wall as weight was put upon it. Usually within five or ten minutes, he would begin to hear the faint sounds of the girls sighing and moaning, sometimes the sound of a vibrator cutting the night and a faster, harder rhythm against his wall. He would lean back against their shared wall, imagine what they were doing, and begin to spank off. He had to be careful; afraid they would catch on, he had to be careful not to be too rough with himself. If his bed started banging against their wall at he same time their bed did every night, they might catch on that he knew what they were up to, and stop. 

That is why his nights were bittersweet; in his head he had sex with two gorgeous women every night. In reality he was a pervert, eavesdropping on his neighbors and wanking while he did it. 

Of course he was terrified of them during the day – he would wait to leave his room until he was certain they were gone from theirs. He tried to be quiet in his room, and when in the halls of the dorm building he made every effort to be the invisible man.

So naturally, he was beside himself when one night as he sat in his bed waiting for the girls to start their 'nightly show', he heard not a soft thump on his wall, but a sharp rapping at his door. 

"J-Just a minute!" he squawked, scrambling to put on some pyjama pants and a tee-shirt. 

He shoved his tube of lube into his bedside table drawer and flung himself at the door. He opened his door to find one of the girls standing there, wearing a tight, low cut tank top under a lightweight hoodie on top, and a pair of skintight biker shorts covering her perfect ass. She was barefoot, and holding a bottle of beer in each hand. 

"Hey." She said, and walked past him into his room. 

Bobby stood in his doorway, gawking at her. He didn't even know her name, she was just a fantasy he visited very night.

"Uh, hi. C-can I help you?" Bobby stammered as he closed the door. 

He took a few steps towards the girl, who was now sitting on the bed he'd just vacated, surveying his room. 

She looked at him, serious as she could be and said, "Yes, you can help me. Beer?"

She held one out to him. Bobby took the bottle. 

"I have this dilemma, quiet guy." 

She smiled and used the fabric of her hoodie to grip and then twist off the top of her beer and took a deep swig. 

"See, Sarah –that's my roommate and girlfriend – is gone for this week and weekend and I am all alone in our room. I am currently without male companionship, and you are the only guy on this floor that seems even close to being a halfway decent guy. I have a proposal for you, if you'll hear it." 

"A p-proposal?" Bobby silently cursed his parents for passing on the stuttering gene. "What on earth c-could I p-p-possibly d-do for you? I d-don't even know your n-name!"

"Oh, you stutter, that's so cute!" the girl gushed. "Well, it's very simple. I'm horny, my girlfriend is gone, and I want to get laid. It's hard to find a decent girl to fuck, and to be honest, I kind of miss a cock in me. My name is Terri, by the way, and I would like for you to be ...available for me this week and weekend. You up for it, Bobby-O?" she took another deep pull on her bottle, giving Bobby the opportunity to see her throat work as she swallowed. 

He wondered if this was a joke. 

"B-bullshit." He said. "I d-don't b-believe you. This is a p-prank. A b-bunch of juh-jocks are guh guh gonna come in here and k-kick my ass if I t-touch you, right? Anyways, why wo-would you want to fuck muh-me? And how d-do you know my nuh-name?"

"Like I said, Bobby, you seem like the only nice guy on this floor. I know your name because I helped your mom with a box of your things on the day you moved in. Not only did your mom make sure I knew your name, she basically told me all about you. She's one very nice lady." 

Terri stood as she finished this speech and set her beer on his bedside table. 

"Now, before you call me a liar or a trickster, maybe you'll believe me if I give us a quick little trial run?" 

She approached him, reaching for the drawstring on his pyjamas. 

"I really did mean it when I said I am horny – I'm a creature of a habit, you know. I have to keep to my routine." 

She loosened his pants and reached inside the waistband and found his cock. Bobby was shocked into silence – and instantly responded to her touch. 

"Oh, my Bobby, you are just full of surprises!" 

She began to work her hand along the length and thickness of him, and put her face very close to his. 

"Are you going to drink that beer, or what?" 

Bobby looked at the bottle in his hand. He hadn't even opened it. 

"Or wh-what." 

He put the bottle on the shelf beside him and tentatively put a hand on one of her breasts, cupping it through the thin cotton tank she wore. Terri smiled and took a step backward, pulling him along with her by his dick. She turned them and sat him on the end of his bed and then got to her knees before him. 

"Let's have a look at what we have here, hmm?" she said as she pulled his pyjamas down and off. "Oh, Bobby! Better than I expected! The quiet ones always have the best equipment." 

With that, she shrugged off her hoodie and removed her tank top, leaving only the biker shorts to cover her. She placed a hand on each of his knees and slid her palms up his thighs, and spread them as she scooted forward, placing her torso between them. Her generous breasts brushed the insides of his thighs, and came to a stop, pressed against his crotch. She took his shaft back into her hand and put it between them, then used both hands to squeeze her boobs around it. 

"Do you like what you see so far, Bobby?" she asked, staring up at him from her kneeling position. 

"Oh...my g-g-god, yes." Was all Bobby could manage, and then Terri bent her head until her chin touched her chest, then she stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of his penis, swirling her tongue around the eye of it, kissing it like it was his mouth. 

It was a dream come true, and Bobby couldn't keep himself from coming. 

"I – I'm, uh, I'm g-g-gonna c-c-c-c!" He stammered out and Terri looked up at him, winked, and then backed up a little bit and let her breasts fall away as she took his cock fully in to her mouth and began to suck on it like it were a popsicle. 

The feeling of her lips locked around him, her tongue rubbing against the bottom side of his dick, her teeth gently scraping the top was more than he could take and Bobby fisted the sheets of his bed in his hands as he shot his load down her throat, Terri staring up at him as she swallowed. 

"Nnnnngh!" 

Bobby panted from the force of his orgasm and stared back at Terri, who still had her mouth on him, working at his cock like it was the most delicious lollipop she'd ever eaten. She licked and sucked at him until he found himself getting hard again. 

She stopped for a breath and said "Oh, yeah, hard, that's just what I want," and then licked his balls before going back to work on his dick again. 

When he was hardened to her satisfaction, she stood up and slid off her shorts to reveal a shaven pussy that looked moist and ready. She then pushed him back on the bed a bit, and climbed into his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist and reaching between them to grab his rod and aim it at her twat. 

"Time for you to fuck me, Bobby!" She said and pressed her mouth against his and drove her tongue past his lips in a deep French kiss as she let her weight fall over him and drive her cunt down over his cock like a well fitted glove. 

Bobby tasted himself on her tongue, salty, and it turned him on more. 

"Ohhhh, yessss!" Terri cried, looking down their bodies as his member hit her inner back wall. 

"And you're not even all the way in me yet! Such a big boy!" 

She began to rock in his lap, and with each movement it seemed that she found more room within herself to take all of his length in. Her muscles worked around his shaft rhythmically, massaging him until he was bucking his hips below her and grunting monosyllabically. She rode him like an expert, matching his moves and letting out cries of delight. 

Bobby recognized those cries and said, "You nuh-n-never guh-go d-down on her, d-do you? She always d-does you."

Terri, shocked at his statement, stopped mid-motion and stared at him. "How do you know that? How could you know that?" 

"Easy. Through the wuh-walls. You f-fuck every n-night at t-t-ten thirty. I reh-recognize your v-voice. You said it. R-Routine." 

Terri laughed at this and began to rock again in Bobby's lap. 

"Well, baby, I sure am glad I picked you. Even if you are a little pervert for listening in." 

She bent her head and found his mouth with hers again, kissed him deeply, then threw her head back and gasped out, "My turn to come, Bobby-O!" 

Bobby turned his attention to her breasts, his left hand kneading her right breast, his mouth suckling her left nipple. Terri's breath began to race, her chest heaving and then she screamed and her entire body tensed, her vaginal muscles pulsing around his cock, squeezing it, and Bobby bit down on the nipple he was sucking as he joined her, shooting another massive load into her hot cunt. Terri seemed to really like the pain, and she screamed again, orgasming a second time, her body squeezing the come right out of him as it spasmed around his dick. He released her nipple and Terri raised her hips to get off his cock. She stayed in his lap, relaxed against him, kissing him again. He eased them down onto the pillows behind them and rolled to his side to let her weight rest on the bed. She wriggled her leg out from underneath him and then shifted her weight to pull his comforter from beneath her and slid under it. He joined her, and she rolled into his arms, spooning, her ass fitting neatly against his cock, her head on his bicep. 

"Mmmm, Bobby, you are one great ride! So, what do you think? Will you be my fuck buddy for the week? Every night, same bat-time, same bat-channel?" 

Bobby smiled into her hair and murmured, 

"Same t-time. Same channel." 

They snuggled for some time, talking and getting to know each other, Terri doing most of the talking, and soon Terri glanced at the clock by the bed and started. 

"Aw, crap, it's pretty late, Bobby-O. I need to get into my own bed and get some rest if I am going to be of any use in my classes tomorrow."

She wriggled, trying to dislodge the arms wrapped around her, and he resisted, nudging forward with his hips, giving her a reason to stay exactly where she was. 

"Again, sweetie? You are starting to make me think I might have found the perfect man! I suppose I can skip one class tomorrow..." 

She tilted her hips just a little bit and let Bobby's cock slide into her pussy from behind. 

"Mmmmm. Bobby, what are your thoughts on anal?"

Bobby grinned from ear to ear in the darkness and used his muscles to twitch his dick inside her, eliciting a surprised squeak of pleasure from Terri's luscious lips. "N-never d-done it. Wuh-wanna?" He slid a hand between them and ran a finger down her ass crack, which he found slick with fluids from their earlier activities. 

"Guh-got lube in that d-drawer." 

"Oh, I don't think we'll need it, do you?" Terri said and pressed herself back against him, pushing him into her more deeply. 

Bobby pumped himself into her a few more times, making her let out a sigh that he had come to know very well, and then pulled out of her and got to his knees. "R-ready? I'm guh-going to fuck you in the ass n-now." Terri got on all fours, crawled up to the headboard of Bobby's bed, and grasped the rails there. She raised her ass up and wiggled it for him, her asshole winking at him with every movement, her pussy and thighs shining with their combined juices and lovesweat.

Bobby placed himself between her spread knees and placed one hand on her ass, using his thumb to hold the cheek aside. He teased her anus with a finger of his other hand, pressing gently against the brown hole, then pushing it in just barely, then hooking his finger and pulling down as he moved it from right to left. Terri moaned in delight, backing her ass towards his finger, trying to take more of it in. Bobby removed his finger and replaced it with his dick, using his hand to rub its tip around the winking circle, and dipping backwards every time she tried to make him put it in her by backing into him. He pushed against her just a little, the very tip of him sliding slowly into her asshole, and she gasped and bucked backwards, taking him in a full inch, past the head, locking him in. 

"Yeah baby, fuck my ass. Fuck my ass hard, Bobby-O, make me scream, cowboy, ride it till you shoot it in my ass!" she growled at him. 

Galvanized by her words, Bobby didn't hesitate. He gripped her waist firmly and rammed forward. All of the slick juices covering their bodies allowed him one long, smooth entry, it was like she'd been greased up in anticipation of this very act, and he felt his balls swing forward and slap her cunt. Terri groaned and squeezed her ass as hard as she could. Bobby stopped and let her body get used to thickness of him for a moment, then began to pound her, his balls slapping her pussy with each stroke. With each slap came another cry from Terri, who let go of the bed with one hand and rubbed her clit with three fingers as he fucked her ass. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yes, fuck my ass, fuck me, yeah, yeah, yeah..." 

The tightness of her was incredible, and worked almost like a cock ring for Bobby. At the deepest point of each stroke, he found her muscles would grab his cock, preventing him from blowing his load. He grew even harder inside her, and it almost became painful, he needed to come so bad. Terri worked at her clit harder now, her dirty mouth reduced to grunts and moans. She began to pant again and Bobby realized she was about to come too and he increased his pace, slamming his dick into her as hard as he could, his balls flying at her crotch with each stroke, audibly hitting her pink folds now. A few strokes more and he felt her tense up again and they screamed their orgasms out in unison, Bobby's hips twitching as he jerked out a load of come into her ass.

Still inside her, Bobby pulled her to him and collapsed onto his side, returning them to their spooning position of earlier. He wrapped his arms around her again and buried his nose in her hair.

"Stay here and sleep. C-class can wuh-wait." 

Terri responded by snuggling into his arms, heaving a contented sigh, and closing her eyes. Finally spent, Bobby let his soft cock slither out of her, and he grabbed the comforter and pulled it over them.

******

The next week was bliss. Bobby and Terri explored every inch of one another's bodies, quickly learning each other's likes and dislikes. Bobby learned that Terri liked just a smidge of pain, and that a well-timed pinch, bite, or smack could push her over the edge into orgasm. Terri learned that Bobby liked to be in control, and preferred to call the shots when it came to directing how their nights would play out. 

That first night was Sunday night. The next morning Terri woke before Bobby did, went to her room and cleaned herself up, then returned with coffee, waking Bobby by tickling his nose with a stirring straw. She took him to breakfast and laid down the law. 

"Look, Bobby-O, last night was really great. If you're game, we can keep this up, but I need to make one thing clear: When Sarah comes home, there is no you and me. She knows I play around when she is out of town, but she doesn't want to have it happening when she's home. So when she gets here, we're over. Kaput. Capiche?"

Bobby agreed, thinking that one week of heaven was worth any pain he might feel when he lost her. He really liked Terri. She was open, up front, and there was no bullshit with her. He'd expected a girly-girl, and instead he'd got a no-nonsense woman who knew what she wanted.

They parted ways that day, with Terri promising to meet him at his dorm room that evening. That night, Monday night, they took their time exploring one another, talking almost as much as they fucked, trying out different positions and figuring out what worked for them.




The Girls Next Door Ch. 02



Tuesday, Bobby discovered just how much Terri liked being eaten out. He'd become inspired while doing some shopping that day, and was equipped with whipped cream, honey, strawberries, chocolate, and other delights that he proceeded to place all over her body so that he could feast upon her. He fucked her with an almost frozen banana and then ate it while it was inside her. He decorated her breasts with whipped cream and strawberries and chocolate sauce, creating artful pasties for her out of food, then removed it all with his mouth and tongue as slowly as he could. He painted her lips with the honey and kissed her until it was gone. He placed candies inside her and then used his tongue to forage for them. By the time he was through, they were sticky all over, and the sex afterwards sounded like they were fucking on flypaper. They showered for hours, fucking while covered in soapsuds.

On Wednesday, Terri took Bobby to the locked pool house, and because she was on the swim team, was able to take him inside to the team locker-room, where she fucked him in the hot-tub so hard that the floor was nearly flooded by the displaced water. She laid him down on a pile of towels and sucked his dick until he came in her mouth, then sucked until he came again, each time swallowing every drop of his come. They retired to his room again, where she made him sit in a chair and watch as she lowered her ass onto his cock and then lifted it away again, as slowly as she could, over and over, until Bobby could take no more and took her to the floor, pounding her ass until he shot a steaming load in her brownhole. They fell asleep that way, tangled on the floor of his dorm room, spent and satisfied.

Thursday found them eating pizza and watching dirty movies, then re-enacting scenes together, trying to see if they could hold the same positions as the limber porn stars could. Bobby's room was filled with laughter as they discovered that they could not, in fact, mimic half of the positions carefully crafted for optimum camera angles, and each attempt ended in fucking and tickling and hilarity. Bobby found himself liking Terri more than he had hoped to allow himself to, and he was looking ahead to the weekend with dread, knowing that Saturday night would be his last with Terri.

On Friday, Terri arrived at Bobby's door to find that he'd created an uber-romantic mood, with candles and incense burning. They came together slowly that night, savoring every moment, both aware that they had only one more night together, with Terri's girlfriend Sarah returning on Sunday. They were gently rocking together, much like the first night, Terri in Bobby's lap, his cock buried inside her as far as it could go, his mouth on her breasts, his arms around her, sweat shining on their bodies in the candlelight, Terri's head thrown back in ecstasy, when Bobby's dorm room door burst open.

Bobby's back was to his door, but Terri's mortified face as she saw who was at the door told him the whole story . Sarah was back early. Her voice shook as she addressed the lovers. 

"I know that I said this was okay, Terri, but you are taking this a little bit too far. I've been trying to reach you since last night! You haven't answered my calls, or returned my messages trying to let you know when I would be home, and now I see why." 

She held a black clothbound journal in her hand and showed it to Terri. 

"Yep, I read it, Terri. Every word. You and your stuttering hunk have been busy these last few days."

"Sarah, I...I don't know what to say." Terri stayed put in Bobby's lap, her body tense, and Bobby tried to keep his composure. He wanted to start moving inside Terri, and he didn't care whether Sarah was here to see it or not. This was his last dance, and he wanted to finish it.

He began to work the muscles in his cock, twitching it inside Terri, causing her to lose her composure and moan, her whole body flushing prettily. Sarah was forced to stand there and watch as Terri's breathing became rapid again and Bobby returned his mouth to her nipples, biting and suckling the red buds, circling the areola with his tongue. She quietly closed the door behind her, preventing anyone in the hall from sharing in the spectacle, and as if in a dream she stepped closer. Terri watched Sarah through heavy-lidded eyes and moved her hips, grinding herself against Bobby, her nails biting into his back and shoulders as she clung to him. He held her to him, palms flat on her back, pressing her breast to his mouth, his hips rising to meet hers. Terri reached out to Sarah with one hand, beckoning to her.

"Come here, baby..."

Sarah found herself climbing onto the bed and kneeling behind Bobby. Terri leaned forward and claimed Sarah's lips with her own, kissing her hard, pushing her tongue into her mouth. Sarah gave in and kissed her back, pressing her body against Bobby's back in order to get closer to Terri, her generous breasts becoming twin pillows for his head.

Turning his head, Bobby found one of Sarah's nipples pressing defiantly against the t-shirt she wore, and he gently bit her breast through the fabric, eliciting a moan he recognized from his time listening at the walls. Terri reached down to Sarah's sides to lift the hem of the t-shirt up and then over, baring Sarah's breasts, which were supported by the thinnest lace underwire bra Bobby had ever seen. He twisted his head as far back as he could to get a good look at his new pillows, then, using his deft tongue, shoved the fabric aside and began to lick her breast and nipple with it, leaving her shuddering. 

"Baby, I'm sorry I missed your calls. Bobby is just so amazing...Share him with me? I know you miss cock as much as I do sometimes...Bobby-O, lay back on the bed, honey, we are gonna give Sarah the night of her life!"

Sarah moved off the bed and removed her shirt and bra, allowing her breasts to swing freely. She shucked her jeans from her legs, revealing a matching lace thong that left little to the imagination. Before she could remove the thing, Bobby reached out and grabbed her by the thighs, pulling her to the bed. She climbed back onto the bed and sat on his chest so she could press her chest against Terri's, and they began to make out while Terri rocked gently on his lap, his cock still planted firmly in her cunt. Bobby was faced with Sarah's round, firm bottom. He curled his hands over her thighs, reaching for her twat, and let his thumbs press against her slit through the lace thong. Sarah moaned into Terri's mouth and humped her hips forward, pressing her clit against his thumbs. Bobby's hands became moist as Sarah's juices began to soak through her thong, so he pushed the thing aside with one thumb, then pressed both thumbs against her clit, rubbing them against it, increasing the pressure until he was grinding her clit against her pubic bone and she was moaning and twitching uncontrollably. Bobby grabbed her thighs and lifted, pulling her up and back until her crotch was over his face, and began to eat her out, running his tongue from her clit to her brownhole, making a teasing little circle there, than back again to her clit to suckle and nibble before licking his way to her ass again. Sarah began to moan in earnest, and Bobby recognized the sounds of her oncoming orgasm from his days of eavesdropping, so he thrust his tongue into her slit, scooping her juices up with his tongue, ignoring her clit. He wanted this to last. While he did this, Terri directed Sarah's head down to his crotch, where she began to lick them both as his cock slid in and out of Terri. Her tongue worked fast, flicking at them both, catching Terri's clit with one flick, Bobby's dick with another, and tasting them both. This sent Terri over the edge and she began to buck wildly on Bobby's cock, making the entire bed move. Sarah's face became pressed against them both, her tongue moving against Bobby's slick rod, her lips against the length of it that could not fit inside Terri. Bobby furiously circled her asshole, pressing his tongue by against the winking bud, making Sarah begin to buck and moan. She sucked on his cock in that one small spot; hard, so hard Bobby suspected he would have a hickey there later. 

Terri began to come, her juices gushing into Sarah's face. Sarah began to come as well, her come flooding onto Bobby's chin. Bobby began to thrust his tongue into her ass to match the thrust of his hips, and he was rewarded by the sweet sounds of two beautiful women's orgasming moans. He came himself, shooting so hard that Terri's cunt couldn't hold it all, and Sarah licked it all up as it seeped out.

Terri lifted herself off Bobby's dick, and Sarah continued to lick and suck him until his cock was hard again. He returned to her clit with his tongue, flicking rapidly one moment, nibbling on it the next, making sure to lick and suck up all of her juices in the process. He sucked each of her cuntlips into his mouth, pressing the ruffled folds between his lips, tugging them before releasing them and moving on to the other. 

Terri knelt on the side of the bed between Bobby's knees and began to fondle his balls as she watched her lover suck him off. She felt them tighten and lift as his body prepared to come again, and she grabbed Sarah's head and lifted her face away, Bobby's dick sliding out of her mouth, a string of come and spittle trailing between them. Terri kissed Sarah again, then broke away to slide Bobby's cock into her own mouth, letting her teeth scrape the length of it gently all the way to the base of it, then closed her lips and sucked hard as she lifted her head away. He popped out of her mouth audibly. His hard shaft waved at the girls, and he moaned against Sarah's clit. Terri pulled Sarah up to her feet and they stood next to the bed together. Bobby stood when Terri beckoned him to, and put his arms around both of the girls, pressing their heads together to watch them kiss. They each grasped his cock with one hand and together they pumped it as their tongues battled.

"Come here, baby," Terri said to Sarah when they broke for air. "You need to feel this dick up your ass, it's fucking amazing!" 

She lay down on the bed and spread her knees, spreading her pussy lips with the fingers of one hand, showing her clit to Sarah. 

"While you get your ass fucked like it's never been fucked before, you are going to eat me out. I need your tongue in my fuckhole, baby, I wanna come on your face!"

Sarah eagerly climbed on to the bed and pressed her lips to Terri's crotch, her ass waving at Bobby as he stood behind her. He climbed onto the bed as well, placing himself between her knees, and placed his cock on her asscrack. Using both hands, he spread her asscheeks wide, and played his cock along the valley they created, pumping his wet dick there for a moment before sliding the tip down towards her brownhole. Letting one hand hold her ass cheeks apart, he grabbed his cock in the other and placed the tip against her asshole. He pumped his hips forward gently, pressing his rod into her hole slowly. She opened for him like a flower, taking him in stages, his cock disappearing between her cheeks inch by inch. When he was firmly seated, the base of his cock pressed up against her ass as far as he thought it could go, she pressed her ass back into him one more time, opening herself again, and he felt a sort of 'click' and he realized she had managed to close her asshole around him completely. He couldn't move in or out, he was locked in, and it felt amazing. Terri was moaning beneath them both as Sarah plunged her fingers into her cunt with one hand, sucked on her clit with her mouth, and cruelly tweaked and pinched one of nipples with the other. Terri writhed in pain and pleasure, and as Bobby watched, she began to buck and screamed out an orgasm. As her juices flowed, Sarah lapped them all up, not missing one drop. When Terri was done, she lay on the bed, limp and panting. Sarah left her that way and then pushed herself up until she was kneeling with her back pressed against Bobby's chest. He felt his cock move inside her as she changed her position, and as she straightened her torso he felt himself being bent upwards, still unable to move in or out. Sarah was in total control.

"Bobby," Sarah said, her voice filled with tones of satisfaction and power, "I don't like sharing, as a rule, but Terri has developed some very strong feelings about you. I don't want to lose her, and if sharing her with you means I get to keep her, I'll do it. To be honest, I haven't had sex this good with a guy in years. Did Terri ever tell you why we have always had sex at the same time every night?"

"No." breathed Bobby.

"It's because she has classes during the day and sleeps at night, and I take mostly night classes, and sleep and work during the day. It's the only time we have together, Bobby. That's why you becoming involved with her is a threat; if she is with you, then she isn't with me."

"I'm sure we can wuh-work something out." Bobby said, and he reached up to fondle Sarah's large breasts, lifting one in each hand, rolling them and testing their weight. He pressed his lips to her neck, kissing and licking. Sarah let her head rest on his shoulder a moment and let him do it, then she began to pulse the muscles in her ass, gripping and releasing his dick, massaging it. Bobby groaned into her neck and nipped her with his teeth, then put one hand out and shifted his weight; forcing them both forward, making Sarah put her hands out to support them. She loosed her asses' grip on him, and he began to move in and out of her ass, pumping his cock as slowly as he could. With each stroke, Sarah moaned. Terri watched all this with hungry eyes, then leaned up to pull Sarah's head down to her crotch again, where Sarah began to lick at Terri's clit with the tip of her tongue only, flicking it. 

Sarah's tight ass was incredible, and Bobby held back as much as he could before finally increasing his pace, thrusting into her as hard and fast as he could before exploding in her ass. When he was done, he pulled out, completely spent. He watched as the girls kept going, rearranging themselves so that they were scissoring together, grinding their clits against one another and diddling each other at the same time. Soon they were screaming out their orgasms in unison, and they lay panting in a pretty pile of tangled legs and heaving breasts. Bobby crawled into his bed with them, and they arranged themselves on either side of him, cuddling in his arms.

Bobby sniled; his torture had become a paradise where three certainly wasn't a crowd.



The Girls Next Door Ch. 03



Chapter 3: A Random Encounter

***This little story is dedicated to all of the geeks, nerds, and gamers out there, and to D, who read every word, and gave his honest opinion ~before~ jumping my bones. ***

*

David was in the basement of his home, getting ready for the monthly game he and a group of friends played. Now that they had all graduated from college, and had jobs, and very different lives, this was the lone holdout from their nerdy days in the game room at his parent's house, playing Dungeons and Dragons for hours on end. 

Now, he and his closest, oldest friends gathered once a month to play Drunken Dungeons and Dragons. He was the Game Master, and would set up a pretty simple dungeon for his friends to traverse, with the usual random encounters with monsters, and treasure to be found, and the standby big bad boss to fight at the end. They would drink, talk, and play until it was very late (or very early, depending on how you looked at it) and then everyone would either crash in the pillow strewn, lushly carpeted lounge he had created in the other half of his basement, or go home while he went upstairs to his own bed. 

David looked forward to this gathering every month. He enjoyed the game, but it was being able to catch up with his friends and be around people other than his coworkers that really did it for him. Most of all, he looked forward to seeing the girls: Katie and Hannah.

Katie had been his friend since grade school. He'd had a part of his heart reserved for her for almost as long as he'd known her, but had never had the guts to say anything. She'd been a slip of a girl back then, tiny and as sharp-looking as she was sharp-witted, with thick bottle-glass glasses and unruly black hair. Katie eventually grew out of her thick glasses, and now with her sassy, curly black hair and modest figure was still a tiny slip of a thing, just over 5 feet tall, with a huge personality, always smiling and laughing. 

Hannah had joined the group in middle school. She was the serious one, and had grown out of her once 'big boned' figure into a voluptuous brunette with large breasts and full lips. David had been fantasizing about Hannah ever since she'd got boobs, but Katie still had been the subject of daydreams for as long as he could remember. Her figure may not be as plush as Hannah's, but her heart and mind were right up his alley. They were both great girls, and he'd never turn either one of them down if they offered him anything more than friendship. The way he saw it, Hannah was the girl you lusted after, and Katie was the girl you fell for. He looked forward to game night to be near Katie, and the opportunity to stare at Hannah's boobs.

As he sat at the long hardwood table in the gaming half of his basement, rolling up the stats for the boss character he'd planned for tonight's dungeon crawl, David's mind was focused on Hannah's breasts and speculating what revealing neckline she would choose to cover them with, instead of the level 40 Dark Elf Mage and the spells he would cast. David had just decided that Hannah's breasts looked best in a v-necked t-shirt when his cell phone rang.

"Hey, Davey, it's Joey! Listen, I hate to say it, but I gotta cancel tonight -- I'm up for a promotion and my boss just dumped a stack of paperwork on my desk. I want to get it done this weekend so I can hand it back to him on Monday- get some brownie points, y'know?"

David rolled his eyes when Joey called him 'Davey', but remained silent until his loud friend had finished. "That's cool, Joey. You do what you gotta do. We'll see you next month, right? Maybe you and I can get together over drinks next week sometime."

They talked a moment more, and then Joey rang off to get to his paperwork. David returned to rolling the boss stats, and then moved on to rolling some monsters for the players to meet in random encounters in the dungeon. He'd just decided on a Delver, a couple of Ethereal Filchers, a gargoyle, a gelatinous cube, a grove of Ropers, and a Tendriculous, when again his cell phone rang.

This time, it was Mike. "Sorry man, I know its last minute, but my mom needs me to fly out to Miami this weekend -- she's freaking getting married! Again! I don't even know the guy - I gotta be there."

Again, David told his friend it was okay, and after laughingly telling Mike to congratulate his mother and to wish the mystery groom luck for him, they ended the call and David got back to work.

He was fine tuning the dungeon layout, adding some Mimics to a pile of treasure in a decoy treasure room, and looking forward to seeing Katie's sparking eyes and smile when his phone rang again.

Sighing, he answered. "Hello?"

"Dave? It's Jeff. Listen, I have Marcus with me, and we aren't gonna make it for game night tonight. Marcus won tickets to the Mind Flayer concert today on the radio, and the concert is tonight, and he asked me to go with him! You don't mind, do you? We'll make it up next month; we promise to bring some awesome alkie and snacks, okay?"

David sighed. "Yeah man, its okay. Joey and Mike can't make it tonight either. I'll just call the girls and we will reschedule. Have fun tonight -- and you owe me a t-shirt!"

David hung up and then dialed Katie's number. No answer. He listened to her voicemail message, and then left a message. He then tried Hannah's cell phone number -- no answer, either. He was leaving a voicemail for her when he heard a tapping on his basement door.

He opened it, cell phone in hand, to find Katie and Hannah, six-packs of beer in their hands, grinning at him. 

"Hi! Was that you calling?" Katie asked. "We didn't answer our phones 'cause our hands were full! Are we late?"

"No, you're not late, but you're the only ones coming..." David told the girls about everyone bailing out and ended with "...so I guess we should just reschedule."

"Nonsense!" cried Katie. "We are here to have a game of Drunken Dungeon and Dragons, and that is what we will do! I look forward to this all month, every month, and I'll be damned if the others ruin it for me. You have the maps ready and the stats all rolled, right?"

"Well, yeah..."

"So let's get to it then! The night is young! It'll be fun, right Hannah?" Katie sent a meaningful look to her roommate.

"Sure thing" said Hannah. "I'll open up some of these beers, and you two get the table set up." Hannah turned and bent at the waist to pick up the six packs they had set on the floor to hug David hello, and he got a spectacular view of her perfect ass. 

A little cough from Katie caused him to look up and he found her smirking at him, one eyebrow raised. He closed his apparently hanging jaw and got busy setting up, blushing furiously. Katie helped, and soon nearly everything was ready.

David set up his screen at one end of the table while Katie placed her character sheet at her seat and Hannah's in the seat next to hers. Hannah brought three opened, sweating beers to the table and placed them on coasters, then put out a bowl of tortilla chips and a bowl of queso dip David had been warming in a crock pot in his basement's mini kitchen. She put the rest of the beers in the small fridge in the kitchen, and then took her place at the table next to Katie, who was already dipping chips into the queso.

"Ready, ladies?" David looked at the girls over the cardstock tri-fold screen he had in front of him, obscuring their view of his dungeon map. 

He could only see them from the neck up this way; if he really craned his neck he could get a nice glimpse of Hannah's cleavage. She was wearing the v-neck tee he'd been fantasizing about earlier, much to his pleasure. A glance to the left gave him a perfect view into Katie's bright eyes, which he always found so mesmerizing.

"Yup!" "Yes." They replied, and David began.

The dungeon was not a long one, but with only two players things went slowly as the girls had to navigate it using only the skills of their own characters, and none of the absent players abilities. As they progressed, Katie often found herself damning one of their friends or another, like Joey, whose dwarf had a glowing axe that would have been handy in a pitch black cavern, or Marcus, whose barbarian character had a bag of holding, which would have been handy when they encountered the decoy room full of treasure. They drank their beers, laughed and played, and drank more beers, and soon all three of them were more than a little buzzed.

David narrated some unusually bawdy moments when the girls ran into some horny dwarves -- he gave them the worst drunken Sean Connery impersonation possible as he described the dwarves' blatant attempts to look up the girl's character's skirts. They all nearly fell out of their seats laughing as Katie's character ridiculed the dwarves into running away by making equally raunchy comments regarding the dwarves' genitalia.

With all the suggestive humor, David's mind continued to wander toward his fantasies about the girls; everyone had been speculating last month after the girls left that they sometimes gave the impression that they were more than just roommates, and since then he'd had a hard time keeping his mind off of images of the two of them tangled together in bed. In fact, his mind wandered so far that it wasn't until the girls' characters had progressed past the decoy treasure room that he'd forgotten to use the Mimics there! He'd planned to have the Mimics impersonate party members, but with such a small group it wouldn't have been effective anyway. He let his mistake pass, and while they all took a momentary break from the game, he and the girls enjoyed several very bawdy sex-jokes told by the usually quiet Hannah. The mood of the night was comfortable and David was a little drunk and more than a little turned on. Every time he looked over his screen at the girls, he found Katie's eyes on him, or Hannah's chest heaving prettily at him. He was rock hard, and so glad the table wasn't glass!

As they returned to the game after their break, David checked his map; the next intersection in the map had several different outcomes: the gelatinous cube, the Delver, or the grove of Ropers. Katie and Hannah, faced with three tunnels, chose to split up; Katie to the right, Hannah to the left, leaving the center tunnel for later. 

David, prompted by the alcohol and his raging hardon, narrated a scenario that was definitely not in his GM notes. 

"Katie, you walk into the tunnel on the right, and you immediately smell something sweet. The light is fading behind you, and you really can't see more than a foot in front of your face. You put your hand out to make sure you don't bang into anything and you feel it suddenly surrounded by warm ooze. Before you can pull your hand away, you feel two things: first, that you are being pulled further into the tunnel by whatever it is that has you; and second, that your hand suddenly seems to be the sexual center of your body."

David didn't wait for Katie to respond but turned immediately to Hannah and narrated: "Hannah, you enter the tunnel to the left, and after several yards you find yourself in a wide cavern that appears to be lit by a phosphorescent cave moss. The cavern has a grove of stunted trees in it; they are sickly looking trees, with limp limbs hanging from thick, short trunks. You walk through the grove, and it is not until you are completely surrounded by these trees that you notice that the limbs of the trees appear to be moving."

Having set out the situations for the girls, David then advises them to roll to see what happens next. They don't know it, but he has something very interesting in store for both of them -- he just hopes they will play along.

Katie snickered and rolled her dice. "Sixteen."

Hannah rolled as well. "Four."

David smiled wickedly. "Hannah, the limbs are tentacles! You try to move out of their reach but you are surrounded. The tentacles wrap themselves around your wrists and ankles, and begin to explore your person. You find your armor is being stripped from your body, and there are tentacles touching you all over. At first you want to scream, but then you start to feel very good. You are warm all over. You realize, through a haze of sensuous feeling, that the tentacles must be secreting something on your skin that makes you less likely to fight! It's making you feel like your entire body is as sensitive as your sexual organs."

To Katie, he said "Katie, you are being pulled into the ooze. You can't resist, and the ooze makes you feel so good you don't want to. Slowly your entire body is enveloped and you notice that your clothes are dissolving away. You skin, so far, is unaffected, but you will be naked and defenseless in moments! Somehow, you are still able to breathe. You begin to feel the ooze harden; it feels as if in some places you are being held, not just covered. You are being poked and prodded from every angle, and it feels very, very good."

Behind his screen, David licked his lips. He was putting the girls into a very interesting position and now he waited to see if the girls would react to this deviation from their normal game favorably. He rubbed his crotch through his pants -- his cock was rock solid and didn't look like it would be softening anytime soon. David grabbed his beer and drank deeply as he waited for the girls to decide how to react.

After some hushed conferring and giggling with Hannah, Katie spoke first. "I open my mouth and taste the ooze. You said it smells sweet; does it taste sweet too?"

"You taste it? Yes. The ooze is like...saltwater taffy, a salty sweet. When you open your mouth, though, it hardens inside your mouth and you can't close it. You feel it pulsing and moving. It is hard and yet still flexible, and it is still prodding at you."

Katie blushed. "Ohh-kay, where is the ooze prodding me?"

David grinned behind the screen. "It is trying to...explore you...and is looking for any openings. It has already checked your ears and found nothing of interest. It is currently pulsing around your chest, and is spreading your legs apart to investigate there."

David looked over the screen and saw Katie was enjoying herself, her beautiful eyes full of mirth. She licked her lips slowly before saying, "I want to see if the ooze will react to me. Can I move at all?"

"No, your limbs are being controlled by the ooze. You were able to open your mouth, and you can also open and close your eyes. If you focus you can open and close your hands."

"Then I suck on it." 

"The ooze?"

"Yeah. You said it tastes good, and that it is making me feel really good, all sexy and stuff, so I suck on it. Does it react?"

David rubbed his crotch again. He really liked where Katie was going with this! "Let me get back to you, Katie. Hannah?"

Hannah got right to it. "So the tentacles are making me horny, right?"

"Basically."

"Well if that's the case then I doubt I'd want it to stop. Still, I struggle, on principle. What happens?"

"The more you struggle, the more tentacles become involved. You now have tentacles all over your body, wrapped around your legs and thighs, curling around your breasts, and even one lying across your cheek. They are all warm and seem to have a sort of pulse that you can feel. This is probably the stuff that makes you feel good flowing through them. The tentacle on your cheek is thick, maybe 2 inches in diameter. It is trying to part your lips. Most of the tentacles are that thick or thicker, with not a few thinner ones here and there. Your body, from a distance, might look as if it had been trussed up by a Chinese rope bondage expert. Your breasts are bound tightly and are pointing straight away from your body. Some thin tentacles are wrapped around your nipples, and they are pulling, as if to see if they come off. You can see several of the thicker tentacles are aimed towards your crotch. You have no idea what might be happening behind you, but you can feel that your buttocks are being investigated. Your cheeks are being spread apart and then released, and you get a tickle every now and then from what feels like one of the smaller tentacles."

"Well, since they make me frisky, I'm gonna follow Katie's example. I open my mouth and let the tentacle on my cheek do what it wants."

As he narrated, David quietly unbuttoned his pants, moved his zipper down, and shoved his hand inside to grip his cock. Pumping it slowly in his fist, he continued, starting with Katie.

"Katie, the ooze reacts to you sucking on it by ramping up its exploration. You suddenly feel your body get invaded in every orifice at once! The ooze flows inside you and then hardens, filling you completely, then begins to pulse as it tests the boundaries of the spaces it has filled. You feel it enlarge within you. It is still making you feel as if every part of your body is your g-spot. It is like having an orgasm with your entire body."

Through the screen, David heard Katie let out a little gasp, and then a sigh. Her voice strained, she said "I lick the hardened ooze in my mouth and suck harder. I use the muscles inside me to squeeze it when it hardens inside me."

David rubbed his dick a little faster, imagining what Katie's face would look like if she were under him while he moved inside her. Would her eyes be open, so he could look into them, or would she close them? Mentally shaking himself, he returned to the game at hand.

"Hannah, when you open your mouth, the tentacle on your cheek begins to slide into your mouth. As it does so, the tickling touches on your rear end turn into two tentacles pressing into your lower openings. You are being invaded simultaneously by the tentacles. The tentacles on your chest pulse their grips, massaging your breasts, and the ones holding your nipples squeeze and pull away sharply at the same time. You discover that although the tentacles are secreting something that makes you feel good, you can still feel pain."

David heard Hannah sigh, and he could hear her breathing heavily. "Mmm, I, uh, I suck on the tentacle in my mouth, David." Hannah panted out.

David pumped his fist even harder, picturing Hannah's full lips wrapped around his dick, her tongue licking at the tip of his penis. It was getting hard to focus on the game. Praying that the girls wouldn't end up hating him and calling him a pervert later, he went on.

"Katie. The ooze begins to pulse rapidly inside you, and you can no longer resist the urge to climax. As you do so, the ooze absorbs any and all fluids you produce, and pumps a final dose of the sex-sedative down your throat. It then releases you, leaving you on the floor of the tunnel, with nothing but a sweet-and-salty taste in your mouth and a body that feels completely satisfied yet hungry for more."

David massaged his cock feverishly, and he felt as if he might come soon. God, what he wouldn't do to have one of the girls in his lap right now! He wrenched his mind back to the game:

"Hannah, the tentacles have their way with you. You are suspended above the cavern floor by tentacles around your wrists, ankles, breasts and nipples while still other tentacles rape your mouth, ass, and twat. They pump in and out of you until your body follows its programming and you orgasm. The tentacles complete their invasion of your body and withdraw, but not before pumping out large amounts of a hot liquid into you. They leave you on the cavern floor with purple liquid dripping from your ass, your mouth, and your pussy. You have rings of purple around your breasts and nipples, and around your wrists and ankles. The liquid appears to be a paralytic; you are immobile for the time being."

Katie, panting almost in unison with Hannah, said "I get up and go find Hannah!"

Mentally groaning with the need to get off, David narrated. "Katie, you go to the tunnel that Hannah entered and find her in the grove on the ground. You kneel next to her and put her head in your lap as you try to revive her. Just as you realize that she is in fact completely awake, and just paralyzed, you feel the tentacles as they wrap themselves around you. Since Hannah's head is in your lap, she is grabbed again too, but the tentacles recognize the secretions all over her body and merely move her aside and focus on you."




The Girls Next Door Ch. 03



"What...what do they do?" Katie blurted, her voice sounding a little strained through the screen.

David dared not risk looking over the screen while still jacking off, so he simply went on, trying to ignore the sighs and gasps coming from the girls.

"The tentacles treat you in nearly the same manner as Hannah. This time, though, they waste no time, having apparently learned from Hannah. They quickly bind you and begin to insert themselves into your body, this time with more force. They bring you to climax within moments, leaving you like Hannah, purple-stained and immobile on the cavern floor."

"David?" Hannah breathed. "Put the screen down."

David looked over the screen. Katie was flushed, her eyes burning as she stared at him, Hannah's hand in her lap. Hannah's top is rumpled, the V neckline pulled aside, and one of her breasts was out, and she fondled herself with her left hand, rolling the nipple of her exposed breast between her fingers. As he watched, he realized that Katie was panting because Hannah was fingering her under the table with her other hand. As he pushed the screen down, Hannah reached under the table towards him, abandoning her breast. She pushed his hand off his cock and grabbed it in her own, pumping it, all the while looking into his eyes. Her other hand kept moving in Katie's lap, and Katie threw her head back, moaning, her chest heaving as Hannah diddled her.

"Let's go into the other room." Hannah murmured, and let go of David's cock as she took her hand from Katie's lap. David watched as she put three fingers of the hand she was diddling Katie with into her mouth and sucked on them.

Swishing her hips, she headed for the lounge area, leaving Katie and David openmouthed at the table. Turning to Katie, David found her looking at him hungrily. 

"Was she fingering you under the table?" David asked in disbelief.

"Yes. I did her too."

"Did you like the monster I gave you?"

"Uh-huh."

"Do you wanna have sex with me and Hannah tonight?"

"Hell yes."

"Will you come over here first?"

Katie got up and when she came round the table David saw that her skirt was pushed up around her waist, and that she was wearing a thong that was shoved to one side, forcing her labia to swell. She stopped, staring at his cock as it jutted proudly out of his pants. David caught her by the waist and pulled her onto his lap facing him. 

"Ohmygod." Katie gushed as David's cock slid between her folds and into her twat. 

She was hot and slick and David had been courting an orgasm for the last hour. He thrust into her, hands on her hips, pulling her down hard with each thrust, and they both came quite suddenly in only a moment. 

"David," Katie gasped as she shuddered with the aftershock of her violent orgasm, her pussy spasming around his throbbing rod, "I have wanted you since high school. I know you really want to fuck Hannah, but I just wanted to say this now before we go in the other room. I have always wanted you. If you want to be with me after tonight...well, you have my number." 

She smiled, slid out of his lap and went to join Hannah in the other room.

Dumbfounded, David stared as she walked away. Katie had just fulfilled his most precious dream. And the whole time she did it, she thought he preferred Hannah! The two women he had been dreaming about for years were half naked and begging for him to fuck them! Stunned, he grabbed some cold beers, and followed the girls. When he entered the lounge, he found them naked, spread out on the lush carpet, Katie on her back, eyes half closed and coming again, moaning as Hannah, whose back was to David, licked and sucked at her pussy. Hannah's backside wiggled in the air as she tongue fucked her roommate. 

Hearing David enter, she lifted her head and said to him in a voice dripping with sarcasm, "I want your 'tentacle' to 'invade' me, David. Fuck me any way you want." 

She returned to Katie's pussy to lick and suck on her clit.

David wasted no time. He put the beers down on a side table and pulled his clothes off, tossing them into the corner where the girl's clothes were piled. He knelt behind Hannah and ran his hands down her back, pausing to caress her ass before exploring further. He slid his hands between her thighs and upwards to her twat, which he found to be hot and wet, ready for him. He slid two fingers inside her and swirled them in her juices, then rubbed those fingers on her asshole, lubing her with her own come. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down her slit, from her asshole to her clit, then pressed it against her fuckhole. As he slid into her with his dick he slipped one finger into her asshole, pressing down as he did so, so that as he slid into her he could feel the pressure of his finger on his cock through her inner walls. It felt so good to finally be fucking her. She pushed back against his entry, welcoming him further inside, and he lost all restraint and began to fuck her hard. He pounded himself into her and then, when he was about to come, he pulled out and shoved himself into her asshole, hard and fast, and blew his load while shouting his orgasm. Hannah came too, moaning into Katie's crotch, and it sent Katie over the edge yet again, and she came, flushing head to toe and crying out in delight. David slid out of Hannah and collapsed on the floor to catch his breath. He felt as if he were dreaming -- this was too good to be true! He'd just had sex with the two women in the world he had fantasized about the most. 

Katie snuggled up to him, resting her head on his chest and draping one arm and leg over him. Her moist crotch was on his hip, her hand on his belly, her fingertips grazing his pubic hair. She sighed contentedly. 

Hannah stood up, all business. "Thanks, David. This was just what I needed. Can I borrow your shower?"

"Uh, sure. Use the guest bath by the stairs, if you want. There are towels in there." David was shocked at her casual manner. 

"Thanks, stud." Hannah gathered her clothes from the floor and made her way upstairs.

"Stud?" David laughed. "I don't know if I want that nickname. Katie? Do you need to wash up?"

David looked down at Katie and found her sleepily gazing up at him. "In a minute; there's something I want to do first."

She sat up and straddled him, her modest yet perfectly shaped breasts grazing his chest as she leaned over him, her hands supporting her on either side of his head. She leaned down and brushed her lips over his tentatively, then looked into his eyes and did it again. David realized she was afraid he wouldn't want to kiss her, and took control, wrapping his arms around her and rolling so that she was on her back and he was over her. He claimed her lips with his own, kissing her slowly and gently, trying to convey how precious he found her with his lips. He palmed her right breast in his left hand, rubbing his thumb across her nipple, feeling it go taut at his touch. 

He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. 

"Katie, you should have told me! Hell, I should have told you; I've been dreaming of moments like this since high school. Sure, I want Hannah -- she's sexy and curvy and all of that, but it's always your eyes I daydream about, your sparkling smile. I never said anything because I was too stupid to tell you, and then...well, to be honest, I thought you guys had become a couple -- you guys are always together and you share a house...It has always been you for me. Just you."

Katie's eyes widened as she listened to David. When he got to the part about thinking that she and Hannah were a couple, she burst into laughter. 

"Sure, she and I fuck sometimes, but it's only when we're both horny and we don't have boyfriends. I don't have anyone in my life because...because no one compares to you." Biting her lip, Katie looked into David's smiling face. "And it's always been you for me, too. Let's go get cleaned up."

They picked up their clothes and headed upstairs. 

As they went up, Hannah came out of the guest bathroom, and after one look at them, said "My work here is done. Dave, I'm leaving. Take care of her, or I'll kill you."

The new couple watched Hannah leave, and then continued on their way upstairs to David's master bedroom's bathroom.

The massive shower stall there was enclosed in glass, and had three steps up outside, and three steps down inside, so that it was both a shower and a large Jacuzzi tub. David started filling the tub and pulled Katie in with him. Once it was full, he sat down in the tub and pulled Katie down to sit in his lap. They lounged together in the steam and bubbles for a while, and then David grabbed a sponge and some soap, and began to wash Katie, starting with her perfectly formed, pert breasts, scrubbing with the sponge until they were slick with foam and lather. He rubbed her down over her entire body until she was squirming in his lap, begging him to fuck her again. Then he began to nuzzle Katie's neck, nibbling and kissing. She arched her back in pleasure and turned her head to kiss him, and as she did, David slid into her from behind, making her gasp into his mouth as he filled her. 

They made love slowly, Katie twisting and arching her body to kiss David, his hands on her breasts as he moved inside her. Soon the water was splashing, rinsing the soap away as the pace grew faster, and Katie's moans grew louder. David slid one hand down her body to find her clit, and he rubbed it as he slid his pole in and out of her, until she came, sighing, in his arms.

Exhausted and clean, they wrapped one another in towels, dried off, and then climbed into David's bed. As they snuggled in the dark, David heard Katie murmur: 

"Best. Game. Ever."

Smiling, he had to agree.