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Welcome to the Neighborhood

By: Camacie



As the water covered her naked body, Sara began running her hands slowly down her long soft legs. She had a long day of unpacking, and was ready to relax. With the candles lit and her music on, Sara started to think about her new neighbor. Stephen was a tall, with dark hair and crystal blue eye: a very attractive man. Her hands started roaming seductively up her large breasts. Stimulating her erect nipples, she started squeezing and rubbing them. Sara imagined Kimberly, the neighbor's girlfriend, watching her with those luscious green eyes staring, gazing deep into hers. 

Surprisingly, the thought of being with a woman aroused Sara even more. Bringing her fingers into her hot box, she went deep inside. Sara let out a soft moan through her rosy lips as she imagined Kimberly reaching down rubbing her clit hard and circling around. Sara arched her back and began pumping her fingers in deeper.

Thinking about Stephen grabbing her neck and pulling her close, kissing her deeply, his hand kneading her soft breasts Sara worked her short strong fingers faster. She rubbed her hot pussy, throwing her head back to the edge of the bathtub. Sara's legs spread wide, her hands exploring her body. The thought of touching Kimberly's milky white breast, and taking one in her mouth. Sucking hungrily, while Stephen kisses down her leg. Having Kimberly bathe with her, their skin touching and bodies rubbing against one anthers. Stephen would like to watch the two beautiful girls touching and kissing. Sara felt her orgasm building. Frantically she moved her finger in and out of her throbbing pussy, until she finally erupts. Sara lay back down in her bath, relaxed and ready for bed.

Sara had a lot more unpacking ahead of her. All day she took boxes from the car to the house and put things away. When Sara went out to get the last set of boxes she noticed Stephen getting ready to mow the lawn. It was hot out and Sara saw the sweat glistening on his bare chest. Stephen notices Sara and came over to talk with his new neighbor. 'How is the unpacking going?' Stephen asked; as he looked her up and down. Sara had long red hair, athletic figure with large breasts, and was very attractive with her big brown eyes. She was wearing short jean shorts with a fitted white tee shirt. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her hair was wet around her face from the heat. 'I am almost done, these are my last boxes' she replied smiling with her eyes. Stephen asked her to join him for a cold drink when she is done unloading her boxes. 

Sara finished up and walked over to Stephen's house. It was a nice big house with a large lawn and a pool out back. Stephen answered the door and invited her in. They sat talking and drinking for a few hours. Sara noticed the way he looked at her and touched her, she could feel her self getting wet. The conversation turned to sex. Stephen couldn't take it anymore, she looked so sexy sitting there telling him about the things she has done. Sara noticed the bulge in his pants, she wanted to reach over and touch him. Just as she was thought about it, he got up and she got a better view. Stephen walked and stood behind her, moving her hair out of the way he kissed down her neck. 

Sara reached back and ran her fingers though his hair, they both had a lot to drink, and his touch felt so good she didn't want him to stop. His hands gently wandered from her face on to her neck then slowly down her breasts, where he stopped and teased her erect nipples through her shirt. Sara turned to face him; his lips met hers. Their tongues exploring each other's mouths, kissing harder and deeper, Stephen pulled Sara's shirt off and he saw those beautiful round breasts he had wanted to touch since he first saw her. Stephen took one in his hand; he squeezed her breast and circled his thumb over her hard nipple. Sara reached over and unbuttoned his shorts to pulling them down, his rock hard prick sprung out of his pants. 

Sara was impressed with his long thick cock, wanting to take it into her mouth. Stephen pulled Sara's shorts down and revealed her shaven pussy, he ran his hands down her body and across her wet lips Sara let out a moan. Stephen sat down on the couch and pulled Sara's head close to his awaiting cock. Sara took his head in her mouth, she sucked and licked it, as she grabbed his shaft and stroked his length. She took him deeper into her mouth, Sara sucked hungrily as she pumped his hard cock in and out of her mouth. While he gently fucked her face, Stephen reached back to touch Sara's wet pussy. 

He rubbed her clit and plunged his fingers into her tight wet pussy; Stephen felt her warm fleshy walls. His strokes got faster the deeper Sara took him in her mouth. Sara wanted to feel his manhood inside of her, she stood in front of him and slowly she lowered herself down on his large head. Stephen rose up to meet her, resting his hard prick deep inside of her. Sara took him further into her love box; she rocked her hips and rose back to the tip of his head, teasing his cock. As Sara came back down, Stephen met her grinding his pelvic bone on her clit. 

The couple's bodies pressed together, they were fucking faster, harder. Sara's hands ran through Stephen's hair pulling slightly as he filled her with his every stroke. Watching his shaft pump into Sara, Stephen clasping her hips moved her body frantically up and down. She squeezed her muscles around him, both of them ready to erupt; the sweat lubed their bodies as they slid against each other. Stephen took one of Sara's bouncing breasts into his mouth he nibbled on her erect nipple. She arched her back towards pushing her breast further into his mouth as he erupts inside of her, moaning at the height of her intense orgasm Sara wiggled her hips side to side and pressed her body hard against his, collapsing as she came. 

Stephen asked Sara if she would like to join them for a barbecue and swimming later that evening. Sara accepted the invitation. She headed back to her new house to shower and look for her green string bikini. Sara put it on and examined her lightly freckled body in the mirror. Her red hair rested on her small shoulders, her top barely containing her large breasts, her bottoms hardly covering her dainty ass. Sara chose a short skirt to wear over her suit.

When Sara arrived, Kimberly was finishing up in the kitchen. As Sara glanced at her, thoughts of last night's bath came into her mind. She was wearing a soft pink bikini, she had her dark hair pulled back from her face. Kimberly's top exposed her round mounds and Sara could see her nipples protruding through the thin material. The suit showed off her exquisite figure, short toned legs and tight little butt. Sara thought she could see the outline of her thong trough her shorts.

Kimberly turned, looking Sara over and smiled at her. Stephen had told her about their afternoon together, it had excited her. Kimberly offered Sara some wine and they joined Stephen on the back deck. They sat talking and laughing though dinner. After the second bottle of wine Kimberly suggested they go for a swim. She stood away from the table and slowly pulled her shorts off. When she turn and walked towards the pool Sara saw Kimberly was wearing a thong, exposing her perfect ass.

As Sara dove into the pool, the warm water felt great against her skin, and as she came out of the water she looked up and saw the dark sky full of bright shinny stars. They were all taking turns diving off of Stephen's diving board, Sara dove off, not realizing that her top was loose, until she came out of the water and felt the nightly air tantalizing her bare breasts. Kimberly noticed and started laughing. 'What a great idea" she reached up and untied her top exposing her white breast and dark brown nipples, then she tossed her top on to the pool deck. Sara smiled sheepishly and tossed her top next to Kimberly's. Stephen sat on the edge of the pool by stairs enjoying the view. He looked good sitting there with his hair all ruffled, and the moonlight showing off his toned body. Kimberly and Sara came over to him. Kimberly reach up untying his swim shorts, ' Its' only fair' she told him seductively, as Sara helped her pull them off and toss them aside. 

Kimberly noticed Stephen's cock was standing at attention, begging to be touched, so she asked Sara to help him out. She reached up and grabbed Stephen's thick shaft. With her small hands, Sara began stroking his length. Kimberly fondled Stephen's balls in her hands rubbing and squeezing them gently. Stephen liked watching the girls please him. Sara's hands worked faster on his hard prick, running her thumb over his head circling his slit as she reached the top.

Kimberly reached over and ran her fingers though Sara's hair; Sara turned looking into Kimberly's green eyes and instinctively leaned over to kiss her soft lips. Kimberly didn't turn away instead she returned the kiss excitedly. Stephen couldn't take it anymore, he came with a loud moan. With out leaving her lips, Kimberly grabbed Sara and laid her down on the pool steps. The girl's hands ran over each other's hard bodies. Stephen watched them in the soft moonlight. Kimberly stood and pulling off Sara's skimpy bottoms, then she kissed up her body till she reached Sara's awaiting mouth. Their tongues moved frantically into each other's mouth. Sara teased Kimberly's nipples, squeezing and pulling on them. 

Stephen climbed into the pool. He reached over and moved Kimberly's bottoms to one side helping her from behind. He slid his fingers into her wet pussy. Kimberly kissed over Sara's breasts. Her hands and warm mouth worked with womanly knowledge over the lightly freckled mounds. Her tounge flicked and cirlcled Sara's nipples, her soft lips began sucking it into her mouth. Kimberly teeth tauntingly nibbled on her hard nipples. She worked her way down her stomach to her navel, running her tongue inside. Sara moved out of the pool, yearning for Kimberly's tongue. She placed her sex box at Kimberly's mouth, as she stood doggie style. Stephen stood behind her, placing his head at her entrance slowly entering her wet pussy. Kimberly licked up Sara's leg to her pussy, licking her lips, and started sucking on her clit. Sara ran her fingers though her hair pulling her closer. Kimberly's tongue entering Sara as deep as she could, circling and sucking her sweet juice. 

Stephen ran his hands down Kimberly's back as he worked his cock faster into Kimberly's tight pussy. He loved watching her with other women. Kimberly moaned as she came with Stephen pounding into her. She was rocking her hips back to meet him, the water splashing all around them. She still managed to work her powerful tongue in and out of Sara's box. 

The threesome worked into an erotic frenzy. Sara threw her head back as she released her juices into Kimberly's mouth. Kimberly licked her dry as Stephen pulled her hips back so her body was tight against his, releasing second load into his girlfriends sweet pussy. Kimberly looked seductively up at Sara 'Welcome to the Neighborhood.'

Welcome to the Neighborhood



Erica sat at her desk at work exhausted from the long hours she has been working. She had been working on a huge health insurance deal that would send her career in the right direction. She fell back into her desk chair and brought both hands to her face rubbing her eyes sucking in air and letting out an exaggerated exhale. She thought to herself how little time she had for her husband and even more, her kids. "I can't wait to get this deal done" she said out loud to herself. 

She took a short break from her work to check her online messenger and saw that her husband Ricky was online. She decided to send him a message and wrote "What's up Honey? Sorry I've been working so much lately but I'm getting very close to closing this deal. I'll make it all up to you." And she topped it off with a smiley face. 

Ricky, not being very enthused by her message replied "Just put the kids to bed, I'm really tired so I'll probably be sleeping when you get home," completely ignoring her attempt at being playful. 

Ricky was irritated and began thinking about all the things that made him this way. He was recently laid off from his real estate job and was having trouble finding work. They had to sell their beautiful house and move into a duplex in a declining area of town. It's been so long since they had sex, he couldn't remember, all he knows is it's been months. A decline in sexual activity is normal after nine years of marriage but this he thought, this was ridiculous.

Ricky went outside to get some fresh air and finds his neighbor from the other side of duplex, Demetrius, sitting in the open area between their steps. He tries to make conversation "How are you?" but Demetrius as usual didn't have much to say to him so Ricky just sat silently and enjoyed the great summer night. 

A car pulls into the driveway and Ricky watches as his neighbor walks to the car and leans into the window. In the darkness of the night, it is hard to see his ebony body but it is highlighted by his silky white gym shorts sagging in the back showing his boxers and white tank top. Ricky is a little intimidated by his large muscular black frame and his arrogant silence and looks away as he sees his long braids fall to one side as he looks in his direction. He decided it's time to call it a night and wonders into his apartment. 

Ricky lies on the couch and drifted off to sleep, only to be awakened by Erica shortly after. He looked up at his wife now changed from work relaxing in a pair of mesh shorts and a tee shirt. It was obvious from the great scent pervading from her that she has already showered. 

He feels a little disappointment at her choice of outfit. There is nothing he would love more than to have been awakened to find his beautiful wife wearing something sexy. He has been trying to open her up to more erotic things for nine married years and hasn't broken her conservative barrier yet. 

Erica looks down at him with her soft brown eyes and pale freckled face while sticking out her bottom lip making her best sad face. "Come hang out with me for a little bit," she says in a spoiled whine. "It's beautiful out let's go sit on the steps."

"Isn't Demetrius still out there?" he asked.

"Probably, he is always sitting out there but who cares, we live here too," she says pulling him from the couch by his hand. 

Ricky never could tell her 'no' when she used the pouty face and tone and found himself walking behind his wife to the door. As always he found his eyes falling to her plump ass and tone legs. In her bare feet she only stands 5'2 but had been blessed with a perfect frame according to Mike's taste. 

Walking onto the small porch and turning to the right to sit on the steps they are greeted by the large black thug they knew as Demetrius. Erica sat three steps down and pulled her husband to sit one step above her placing a leg on either side of her. It was getting late and the traffic next door seemed to have slowed for the night. 

Erica being neighborly says "Hi!"

"What's up girl," he says in a drawn out low bass voice. 

"Nuttin, just came out to enjoy the weather," she says in her sweet raspy voice. "How 'bout you?" she asks. 

"Chillin" was his only reply. 

Ricky still sitting quietly behind his wife wonders what his wife is doing trying to continue this conversation. He looks down at Demetrius sitting in his chair at the bottom of the steps between their two sets of steps. He is coal black and solid muscle, and was talking to his wife completely ignoring the fact he was sitting there. 

Ricky's mind began to wonder back to a couple of weeks ago when he and Erica laid in their bed listening to the moans coming from his apartment thru the thin walls and open windows. They were in their mid-thirties and Demetrius was probably only about twenty-three but still, it seemed to go on forever. 

He was snapped out of his day dream when she lifted the back of her shirt up "Tickle my back, pleeeeaaase?" she asked. 

He slid back to make sure she couldn't feel his erection that developed during his day dream and began running his fingertips softly up and down her back. As he tickled her back his mind drifted off again to that night. He thought about the sounds but then began remembering Erica's voice whisper "He has been fucking her forever. Everyone in the neighborhood can probably hear her. It sounds like its true what they say about black guys."

All of these statements kept playing in his head along with the sounds and he found himself very aroused. When he began paying attention to his actual surroundings he felt his hands gently caressing her back sliding up to her neck making her shiver and she let out a light moan. He pulled her hair to one side making her tilt her head so he could gently kiss her ear pulling her ear lobe into his mouth and lightly sucking it into his lips. 

A series of small moans escaped her lips as she felt eight finger tips run down her arms across her hands and onto her thighs. "Mmmmm that feels so good" she said lightly as she felt goose bumps forming on her entire body. 

He slid his finger tips to her knees then back up letting them fall to the inside of her thick toned thighs many times. She spread her legs slightly hoping his fingers would find the moist area between them. As his fingers slid just past her pussy barely touching it she raised her hips up trying to offer it to him as his fingers roamed away. He was surprised to find she wasn't wearing panties under her shorts and slid his hand back up her thigh and under the leg of her shorts and let his fingers spread her pussy and slide the length of her slit. 

"Oohhh god that feels good, don't stop!" she breathed as she grabbed his hand into both of her hands and held it there. 

Erica began slowly gyrating her hips working his finger into her tight pussy. Her breathing was becoming heavy as she began biting down on her bottom lip her eyes closed tight. The cool breeze swept across her exposed pussy adding to the exhilarating feeling she was getting from her husband's fingers. 

She felt her breast being groped adding to her excitement when she realized they were not her husband's hands. She suddenly remembered Demetrius being there the whole time. Her mind started to race "What are we doing? How did we forget he was here?"

Ricky's hand became paralyzed between her legs when he also realized what was happening. "That feels so good Honey please don't stop," she said almost pleading with him. 

Demetrius took another step up now standing between Erica's legs making them spread to either side of him leaving his waist eye level. "You heard her "Honey" don't stop," he said looking down mocking him. 

He grabbed her small hand making her look up at him and wonder why she wasn't stopping this. He slowly brought it to the bulge forming in his white silky basketball shorts. He guided her hand up and down the full length of his big cock making her lips part for an exaggerated exhale. 

Ricky's mind was flooded with emotions, dumbfounded, confused, hurt, intimidated, but most confusing he was turned on. He could feel his wife was soaked between her legs and moving her hips to increase her pleasure. 

Erica was now rubbing Demetrius' cock through his shorts with both hands. She was openly moaning as she tilted her head back to look up into his dark eyes. He placed his large black hand behind her head and pushed her face into his concealed cock. "Ooohhhh god!" she breathed heavily as her opened mouth pressed against the huge bulge in his shorts. 

Ricky was worried and had quit playing with her pussy but it didn't matter. His wife was now in a state that he didn't know existed. She grabbed Demetrius' waist band with both hands and pulled his shorts down exposing a huge ebony colored cock. 

Ricky watched as his wife wrapped both of her pale dainty hands around his thick girth and began stroking it just inches from her face. He sat motionless behind his wife but close enough he could hear her mouth part open as she slid her lips over his big head. "Mmmmmmm" she moaned leaving her mouth there for a moment before pulling it out. 

She held his heavy cock up with one hand admiring it briefly. "Your dicks huge!" she said before devouring it again and again. 

"Don't you think we should at least go inside so everyone driving by can't see you sucking his dick?" Ricky asked passively with a hint of sarcasm. 

"She don't seem to mind" Demetrius replied arrogantly with a grin. He pulled her head back by her hair making his black cock spring from her mouth. She was left with her mouth open and tongue sticking out panting. He used his free hand to grab his cock and rub it over her face and mouth. 

He ordered her to stand up and take her shorts off and she willingly complied bending over slightly as she slid them down her legs. Demetrius stood confidently stroking his cock as she removed one foot at a time then tossing them to the side. He grabbed and pulled her shirt up over her head leaving her standing completely naked. 

Ricky, quietly sliding into the background and finding his chair, watched on. He watched his wife stand naked on their steps while their young black neighbor stroked his magnificent erection. He always considered his wife to have a thick ass but it seemed to be totally engulfed by Demetrius' large ebony hands. He pulled her tight to him pressing his big cock against her lower stomach. 

Ricky watched and listened as they kissed letting their tongues explore each other's mouths. Demetrius pulled one hand from her ass and slapped it back creating an echoing slapping sound. Erica had a small angel tattoo on the small of her back and Rick couldn't help but to think "How ironic."

"Mmmmm, spank that ass!" Erica said in her best naughty voice. 

He repeated this several times switching hands with each slap. Erica was becoming obviously turned on and was now feverishly stroking his black monster.

He grabbed her by the back of her hair and pushed her panting mouth onto his cock. She was now bent over at the waist with her naked ass and pussy facing her husband while sucking his huge black cock. She sucked as much of him as she could into her mouth leaving a slobber trail with each bob. 

"Let go inside so I can get some of that white pussy!" he said leading her toward his side of the duplex. His big ebony cock swinging side to side as he walked away. 

Ricky was left sitting alone on his small porch. Erica gave him one last quick glance as she disappeared into the adjacent apartment being lead by her wrist by their over-sized black neighbor. He was at a loss as he watched his wife's thick naked ass slightly bounce with each step until the screen door closed behind them. 

Ricky stood and walked into his apartment playing back in his mind what just transpired. He again recognized he was fully erect and began rubbing himself thru his shorts as he wondered into his bedroom. He lay alone silently stroking his dick trying to hear any noises coming thru the wall or opened window. "What just happened and why the fuck is it turning me on?" he asked himself. 

Now in his bedroom, Demetrius put her on his bed on her hands and knees facing him. She automatically slid her warm mouth over his cock head and down his fat shaft taking as much as she could. He reached his long arms back and began roughly groping and slapping her 'stuck up' ass making her moan and suck on his cock like a wanton slut! 

She was so turned on she never even thought about Ricky or what he might be thinking right now. The only thing that mattered to her was pleasuring this black cock the way it deserved. Demetrius now had both of his hands behind her head and was fucking her willing married mouth hard enough that her bare ass jiggled with each thrust.

For the first time in her life she wanted to be used. He grabbed one ass cheek and shook it before giving it a hard smack. Every time he pulled his cock from her, she chased after it with a panting mouth. Her lips, chin, and cheeks now glistened with her saliva. 

"Suck that black dick! Get that married mouth all over that mother fucker!" he said only concerned with his pleasure and making her his slut. 

Ricky knelt near his open bedroom window and became flush as Demetrius' words shot thru his head. He could even slightly hear her moaning and slurping as she sucked on his cock. 

Demetrius pushed Erica onto her back and her legs automatically spread exposing her bald glistening pussy to the large black bull. She looked up into his eyes her mouth still open trying to catch her breath. Her hands slid down her stomach and over her pussy and rubbed her clit. 

He climbed between her spread legs forcing them wide to either side of his thick frame. He rubbed his big cock head up and down her slit making it wet before lining it up to her opening and applying pressure. After a few unsuccessful tries; his head and the first couple inches finally forced its way into her slick pussy making her gasp and her eyes open wide with a fearful look. 

He slid back slowly several times leaving just the head then pushed back into her feeding her tight pussy a little more black cock each time. He continued this routine until finally he had all of his cock buried in her married pussy and his balls resting on her ass. 

Erica moaned and grunted out loud each time her pussy was violated by his black beast. She felt a sensational stretching feeling between her legs and felt him touch places she didn't know existed inside of her. 

Ricky; still kneeling down at his window, could hear his wife grunt and groan. It sounded as if she was having the wind knocked out if her several times and couldn't take it any longer. He quit feverishly stroking his hard on and went to get a closer look. He grabbed his chair from the porch and walked around back setting it down just below the open window. He stood on it and peered into the room in which his wife and her black bull occupied. 

He saw Demetrius' muscular black body lying over his wife engulfing her tiny pale body into his. From Ricky's angle he couldn't see his wife, just her bent legs on either side of this ebony god. 

Ricky watched on as he slid his arms under Erica's back cupping her shoulders into his hands; she was at his mercy. He began driving his huge cock into her pussy with force letting his heavy balls slam into her ass cheeks each time. Ricky could see the muscles in his ass flex with each thrust into his wife's beautiful pussy. He also noticed on his backstrokes how wide her pussy was being stretched to accommodate the black cock. 

She screamed out in pleasure each time he buried his cock into her. His pace began to increase until he was relentlessly pounding her pussy, ignoring her attempts to push away. 

"Oooohhhhhh god, fuck me, fuck me," she yelled out panting between her words. "I'm gonna CUMmmmm," she screamed then threw her head back and began convulsing beneath her black thug. 

Her toes curled, her legs tried to wrap around his body but could not make it the whole way; her arms shot out to her sides and grabbed hands full of sheets, and she lifted her head to look down at the black cock fucking her giving her the most intense orgasm of her life. 

Ricky still standing on his chair became overwhelmed and came in his shorts while rubbing his erection. He and Erica have been married for nine years and he was seeing a side of her he could never even imagine. He couldn't believe she was in the apartment next door fucking a black thug she really didn't even know but she was openly begging him to fuck her. Then he realized how loud she was screaming and thought every neighbor around them could probably hear her beg to be fucked. He snapped out of his trance and became aware of his surroundings and decided he better go back inside to his apartment. 

Demetrius pulled his cock from her pussy with a slurping sound. It glistened with her juices as he swiftly brought it to her open mouth as she tried to catch her breath. She had both of her hands between her legs massaging her sore pussy as he fed her mouth his cum covered cock. "Look what you did. You made a mess of my cock" he said mockingly. "Now clean it off so I can get some more of that white pussy!" and laid it across her lips and rubbing it on her face leaving a trail of her own pussy juices over her face. 

She sucked, licked, and slurped all over his cock, her hands never leaving between her legs. "Please fuck me again," she said in a soft raspy voice. 

Once his cock was cleaned he turned her over onto her knees and pushed her shoulders to the bed leaving her thick ass in the air. His big hand slammed down onto her ass making her cheek slightly jiggle. He grabbed his huge cock in his right hand and using his left hand, grabbed her ass and used his thumb to spread her pussy. He began rubbing his saliva covered head up and down the length of her tiny pussy. "Do you want it?" he asked. 

"Yes, please don't tease me, pleeease" she replied as she tried to push back into him. 

"Tell me. Tell me you want my black cock."

She was beginning to moan and reached back between her legs grabbing his thick girth into her tiny hand to line it up to her opening. Breathlessly she began begging "I want it. I want it. I want your big fucking black cock! Please fuck me!" She was now moving her ass up and down letting her pussy slide over his head. 

"Louder! I want your husband to be able to hear you say it!" he demanded with another slap to her ass. 

"I WANT YOUR BLACK COCK!!!" she yelled out. Suddenly her body tensed and a loud prolonged yell escaped her mouth as she felt her pussy part to accept his entire cock in one motion. Her reaction was to fall forward but he held her by her hips making sure she got exactly what she was begging for. 

"Where you trying to go? This is what you wanted, right?" he taunted as he drove into her over and over. 

His pelvis was slamming into her ass with each violent thrust making waves in her ass. Her heavy c cup tits swayed in rhythm. She gripped the sheets tight into her hands and shamelessly screamed out in pleasure. He grabbed her hair pulling her head back never easing up on his repetitive pounding. 

Ricky lay in his bed listening to his wife loving the black cock that owned her pussy right now. Last month they listened to a nameless faceless slut being fucked but now this was much more personal. This "slut" was his wife.

Erica screamed out "I'm gonna cum again!!" Her mouth opened releasing a long loud whimper as she began to shake once again. 

Demetrius slammed his hand onto her ass again filling the air with a sharp smacking sound as he continued to pound into her quivering pussy. She fell onto her stomach making his big cock withdrawal and it begin spraying thick loads of cum on her ass and the small of her back drowning her angel tattoo. He growled as he slid his exploding cock up and down between her plump cheeks. 




Welcome to the Neighborhood



She lay flat on her stomach, both hands again between her legs massaging her pussy. She raised her hips and ass into the air many times letting them slowly collapse back down. She was panting heavily almost gasping for air and moaning lightly with a small smile forming on her sore lips. She could feel his huge load begin running down her ass crack toward her pussy and used her fingers to rub it in. 

She remained in this position until she rose to her feet and made her way back to her apartment on shaky legs without a word to Demetrius. She could still feel his cum running down her ass and the backs of her legs. She made her way into her bedroom and found her husband pacing in the room.

Ricky stared at her with fire in his eyes. "What the fuck was that!?" he exploded at her.

"What the fuck was what?" she asked back playing dumb.

"Well, where should I start? You suck off a nigger on the front porch then go into his house and let him FUCK you!" He said angrily and very loud.

As she turned away he noticed Demetrius' cum running down her ass and thighs. "THAT'S REAL FUCKING NICE! YOU DIDN'T EVEN BOTHER CLEANING HIS CUM OFF YOU!"

At his point Erica heard enough and let loose. "What did you do to stop it? NOTHING! You sat there and watched your wife suck dick! What man does that? You act like it didn't turn you on but did you forget how hard your dick was? Huh, did you forget that? Do you think I don't see those websites you get on? We haven't even had sex in months because your too busy jacking off to porn! Ya, he fucked me with his big fucking black dick and guess what... I loved every fucking minute of it!!" She said being as verbally abusive as she knew how.

Ricky stood speechless just looking at his wife. He couldn't believe she said any of these things after what just took place but was embarrassed she knew about the interracial porno sites he visited. It for some reason made him feel somewhat responsible for the events.

As always she knew she won the argument. "Well?" she asked knowing he didn't have anything to say in return.

Just to prove a point Erica didn't bother wiping off the cum before lying down on their bed. Ricky still stood silently just trying to wrap his mind around the whole scenario. She placed her hand over her sore pussy looking in his direction. "She's so sore, you should give her a kiss and make her feel better" she said as if the argument never happened.

Ricky stood and watched her play softly with her pussy for a moment. For whatever reason he found himself slowly walking over to the bed and climbing between her spread legs. "Mmmm lick it. Do easy, she got beat up tonight." 

He licked the top of her pussy letting his tongue gently sweep across her erect clit several time. She moaned softly and began running her fingers through his short hair. She began lifting her hips off the bed making sure his tongue explored her hole that was just violated by a huge black cock. They continued this until she drifted off to sleep leaving him to his thoughts until he fell asleep next to her. 

The next couple of days were awkward but they tried to operate as normal with their lives, her work, and the kids but the tension was obvious. Ricky tried his best not to leave the house just so he didn't have to walk past Demetrius. Erica tried to ignore the feeling she got between her legs when she walked past Demetrius into her apartment but she felt as though she failed miserably. He just continued to lift weights in the front yard as he watched her ass disappear behind the door.

When Erica came home from work the following Friday she announced that she finally closed the deal she had been working on. She walked over to the kids at the dinner table and kissed them both on the head and explained she would be home with them a lot more now. Everybody shared the same excitement and was ready to get back to normal, the way things used to be before they had to move. Ricky congratulated her with a hug and a kiss and shared his own good news with her. "I got a job interview next week. It doesn't pay great but it's a midnight shift so I'll still be able to stay home with the kids during the day."

"That's great news but then I will be home alone with the kids and you know I'm a big sissy at night, but we can use the extra money so I guess we have to do what we have to do." She stated.

After dinner Erica went into the living room to play with the kids leaving Ricky to clean up the kitchen. He began cleaning off the plates and loading them into the dishwasher as his mind drifted back to "the night." He did his best not to think about this but it wasn't something he could just forget. It's been dominating his thoughts for days and he hated the fact he became aroused each time. He worked diligently until the kitchen was spotless then joined his wife and kids in the living room.

Later that night, Erica for the first time in what seemed like an eternity tucked her kids into bed and read them both a bedtime story before joining her husband in their bedroom. "Honey, I'm sorry I was so mad at you the other night." Mike said to her not really knowing why he was bringing this up or why he would be apologizing to her. 

Erica could read him like a book and knew this wasn't as random as it seemed. She knew this was his way of bringing it up so he could say what was on his mind but she flattered him and played along. "That's ok honey. I accept your apology." She replied and waited patiently to see where he would take this conversation. She slid under the covers facing him and began rubbing her hand on his thigh before giving him a single soft kiss on the ear. "What's on your mind, Hun?" she asked.

He remained quiet for a moment trying to build up the courage to say what was on his mind. "It's just the other night caught me off guard. I mean put yourself in my shoes. I was sitting right there and watched my wife suck a huge black dick right on the front porch..."

"But like I said the other night you didn't even do anything to stop it." She responded by interrupting him. 

"Then I had to sit in here and listen to you scream for what seemed like an eternity while he fucked you. I never seen or heard you act like this before and I guess it just caught me off guard." He explained.

Erica slid her hand over the front of his shorts. "But look how hard you are just talking about it. Are you trying to tell me it didn't turn you on?" She asked coyly. She tugged on his elastic waist band making him lift his hips so she could slide his short down his legs. She grabbed his erection into her hand and began stroking him. "Be honest. Did it turn you on?" she asked.

"Did what turn me on?" He asked trying to avoid answering the question directly. 

"All of it." She continued stroking him sliding her lips close to his ear so he could feel her breath as she taunted him with her words. "Seeing him spank my naked ass. Seeing me sucking his big black dick. Hearing me beg him to fuck me. Eating my dirty pussy." She said as he wet lips brushed his ear. "Did it?" she asked continuing her taunt. "Isn't that the kind of perverted stuff that turns you on?"

He could no longer keep his composure and submitted to her taunts. "It did turn me on. You looked so fucking hot sucking his dick. Like a little SLUT! And I never heard you sound like you did when he was fucking you." He said beginning to become overly aroused.

She licked his ear while feverishly stroking him. She could tell he was approaching orgasm so she pulled the blankets off of him so he wouldn't get anything on them. "That's because you never heard me getting fucked by Demetrius. You saw his dick, its fucking Huge. He fucked me soooo good too honey. He stretched your wife's little white pussy with his big dick and made me cum so hard. Mmmmmm I'm getting so hot right now just thinking about it. I wish he was here right now I would get on my knees and suck his big dick until he came in my mouth." She said moaning softly into Mike's ear.

"Oh god I'm gonna cum!" he announced as he began spraying all over his lower stomach. 

Erica pulled her hand away at the first sign of his cum getting on it. She rubbed her thumb on his chest to remove his cum from her skin. "Go get a towel or something so you don't get anything on the sheets" she instructed before rolling over and drifting off to sleep.

The following week Ricky's interview went well and he accepted the job. He and Erica both knew that this would mean they wouldn't have much time for each other since they will be working opposite shifts. Ricky decided to take the job until he could find something better.



Welcome to the Neighborhood



The toes, polished a bright red, appeared in his line of sight just as Matt finished changing the oil on his car. He slid out from under the chassis and grinned when he recognized the long, tanned legs of Julie, one of the neighbor girls that he'd known since first grade. He wrapped his oil-smeared fingers around her ankle, an act which made her squeal, and dragged himself the rest of the way out. Her shimmery tube top and tiny white short shorts did little to hide her curves, and he winked at her before reaching out to swat her butt. She jumped away just before his hand made contact.

"You're all oily," she complained. "Don't touch me."

Matt raised his eyebrows at that. He didn't think those three words, in that combination, were even in her vocabulary. Usually she was begging for him to touch her. And more.

"We came over to say hi," Julie said, tossing her dark hair off her face. "This is Elizabeth. You can call her Lizzie, everyone does. She just moved in. Lizzie, this is Matthew. You can call him Matt."

Matt turned to smile at the other girl standing on his driveway. Unlike Julie's more revealing outfit, she wore a faded purple T-shirt with a spray of flowers and a pair of cut-offs that ended mid-thigh. The corners of her lips curved up slightly before she dropped her gaze to the ground. She was slender, not nearly as curvy as Julie, strawberry blonde, and, if first impressions were anything to go on, painfully shy.

"Nice to meet you," he said, extending his hand, then pulling it back before she could touch it. "Uh, guess you don't want grease all over you, either."

She shook her head, still staring at the ground. Matt mentally rolled his eyes. Julie's incessant chattering could sometimes give him a headache, but it was better than awkward silence.

"So, I'm showing Lizzie around," Julie told him. "We thought you might want to go to the Dairy Pop with us."

"What, and buy your ice cream for you?"

"Of course." Julie giggled. "You're the one with the summer job."

"And the one paying college tuition," he reminded her. "Mommy and Daddy aren't subsidizing cosmetology school for me."

"You're in cosmetology school?" Lizzie lifted her head and looked at him as if he'd dropped out of the sky from another planet.

Julie's laugh tinged on the unkind side. "No, stupid. He thinks he's being funny. I'm the one going to be a beautician. To the stars," she added, sticking her tongue out in Matt's direction.

"And her mom and dad are footing the bill. Don't they know you're not going to meet your millionaire sweeping up clippings?" Matt wiped his hands and the rag he had in his pocket, then tossed the greasy towel on a shelf in the garage. "I'll walk you two to the Dairy Pop. But you can pay for yourselves."

"Walk?" Julie repeated, her hand resting on the hood of his car. "No way, hoser. Drive us."

Matt shot her a steady look. Gas finally had gone to over $1.00 per gallon. "It's two blocks. I'm not wasting gas on two blocks."

"Cheapskate," Julie muttered under her breath. She flounced off down the driveway, turning at the bottom to holler, "Come *on*."

"Just be forewarned," Matt told Lizzie as they followed the dark-haired girl. "She likes to boss people around."

"Like you?" Lizzie peeked at him from the corners of her eyes.

Matt laughed. "No one bosses me around, little one. Not even Julie."

The walk to the ice cream stand took just a few minutes. As they stood in the parking lot, licking at their vanilla cones dipped in a hard chocolate coating, Matt managed to find out that Elizabeth would be leaving for her freshman year of college in August. 

"I'll be in the class of 1984," she said proudly.

Matt smiled and tried to give her pointers about what to expect, things he'd learned in his own first two years, but, Julie fidgeted every time the conversation turned to college and studying.

"You guys are boring," she complained. "Let's go do something fun."

"We're talking about college," Matt remarked. "If you don't like it, you can leave."

"Why, so you can take Lizzie back to your house and fuck her?"

There was the sharp gasp of in-drawn breath from Lizzie as Matt glared at Julie. "Jealous?"

"What, that you want to stuff your pitiful cock in her?"

"I think I need to get home," Lizzie whispered.

"No!" Julie and Matt turned to the girl in unison.

"Julie's just being a bitch because she's jealous that we go to college and she doesn't," Matt said, just as Julie added,

"I was just teasing, Lizzie. Jesus, can't you take a joke?" The group feel silent for a moment, until Julie added, "We should take Lizzie to the park."

Matt opened his mouth, as if to say something, then shut it again. He gazed at Julie for a few moments before repeating, with no inflection, "The park."

Julie caught his gaze, and he thought he saw a bit of a smirk playing on her face. "Yes, the park. I bet she would like it. "

"No."

"Why . . . are you . . .disfunctional?"

"What--," he started, then shook his head. "I don't think so."

"Yes." He recognized that light in Julie's eyes. Thirteen years of dealing with his neighbor had made him aware of her stubbornness and insistence on getting her own way. A personality trait that had gotten her bottom paddled more than once. And by more than just her parents. Despite his annoyance, Matt's cock twitched just a little at the remembrance of the last time his bare hand had smacked Julie's ass. Had it been almost a year?

"It's okay with me," Lizzie said in her quiet voice. "I mean . . . if Julie wants to go."

"Why do you want to take her . . . to the park?" He put a separate emphasis on each of the last three words.

"Because . . . I . . . feel . . . like it." Julie stood toe to toe with him as she spit out her words.

Shit, Matthew thought. She's in one of those moods again, and wants to take it out on Lizzie. The other girls he'd played with had all been fairly submissive. But Julie had taken a liking to the other end of the punishment, and occasionally, when there were other people around, had insisted on administering some of the spankings herself. He glanced at Elizabeth. The poor thing hadn't done anything but talk to him about college. And now Julie was going to get her revenge. Matt turned back to the brunette with a frown, and wondered if he could distract her somehow.

Julie pouted, "I want to go to the park."

Lizzie jiggled from foot to foot as she watched discussion. "Let's go. I don't mind," she said again, sounding a little anxious. 

Great, thought Matt, now she's trying to placate Julie. No telling what this girl will agree to.

"See." Julie gestured at the Lizzie. "She said she doesn't mind. Though, I suppose, we could walk over alone."

"No." God knows what Julie would do to the poor girl if he left them alone. He didn't want a crippled college freshman on his conscience. "I'll go with you."

Maybe he could somehow talk Julie out of whatever she was planning. Or . . . his cock surged at the thought . . . send Lizzie on her way and bend Julie over a tree limb and fuck her senseless.

The park, as the kids in the neighborhood called it, was little more than a heavily wooded area, with a small clearing that held a rusty, twisted hunk of jungle gym that every child in a ten-block vicinity had sliced a body part open on. A couple of elementary school kids were climbing on it, and calling each other names.

"Little kids," Julie scoffed. "Let's show Lizzie the camp."

She led the way down a path that was barely visible, ducking under low limbs, and stepping over rocks and broken branches. After about ten minutes, she halted before a small stream. A half-moon of hard dirt, about six feet across, stood to one side of the path, and remnants of a fire lay in the middle. 

Lizzie looked at the mound of ashes circled by stones. "Do you guys come here a lot?"

"We used to," Julie said. "But since Matt went away to I hardly ever get him out here."

Lizzie stepped over and kicked at one of the loose rocks, then turned in a circle, her head tilted back as she gazed up at the tall trees. The breeze lifted her hair away from her face and the freckles across her nose stood out against her pale skin. "It's very peaceful."

"And private." Julie chuckled with an evil undertone. "No one can hear you scream."

Lizzie jerked her head toward Julie, startled.

"She's teasing," Matt hastened to assure the younger girl. Then, he couldn't resist adding, "You'll only scream if we want you to."

Lizzie took a slight step back, her glance swinging toward the place where they had emerged from the woods. Matt grinned and moved to block her escape with his body. Surely she couldn't imagine they really intended to hurt her. Lizzie shifted uneasily, a myriad of emotions crossing her face, from confusion, to worry, to relief, then fear. Matt followed her gaze. 

She had seen the ropes.

"I need to get back," she whispered. "My mom . . . she's expecting me."

"Nunh unh. She said you could hang out with as long as you wanted." Julie followed Elizabeth's gaze and laughed. "Oh, come on. Are you scared? These are Matt's ropes." She danced over to the tree and bent to finger the heavy cords.

"Why do you have ropes out here?" Elizabeth turned her eyes to Matthew. Her pupils had dilated a little and her breath came a little faster. He scrambled for some plausible story to tell her, but Julie burbled out the truth before he could think up a lie.

"Because he gets off on tying up girls and spanking them."

A wrinkle appeared between Elizabeth's eyebrows as she processed this information. Her teeth worried at her lower lip for a moment, then she asked, "Why?"

Her hazel gaze demanded an honest answer. With a shrug, Matt gave her the best one he could. "Because I like the control."

Elizabeth turned to Julie, who was tugging a spiral of rope from around the base of a tree. "And you let him?"

Julie shrugged. "Hey. Don't knock it till you've tried it."

Lizzie studied the ropes from afar. The tip of her pink tongue came out and flicked against her upper lip. Matt's eyes dropped to her chest and he thought he saw the shadow of her nipples against the loose-fitting T-shirt. He stepped closer to Lizzie and bent to whisper, "Do you want to see?"

Her answer, when it came, was barely a hint of breath against his cheek. "Okay."

He wrapped his fingers around her wrist and tugged her toward where Julie stood. He dropped his grasp long enough to pick up the rope Julie had unwound, then stretched his hand out to Elizabeth again. She shrank back. "I thought you meant tie up Julie."

Julie laughed. "New girl initiation. Come on. I promise it won't hurt."

Lizzie shook her head. "I don't think so."

"Come on. Don't be a so chicken. Matt won't hurt you. And, hell, you'll probably like it."

"Seriously," Matthew said. "Anytime you feel like you want me to stop you just yell . . . oh, I don't know . . . panda bear. Then, I'll know you really mean it."

"Why not just tell you 'no'?" Elizabeth asked.

He smiled at her innocence. "Sometimes in this particular game, no means yes. If I hear 'panda bear' I'll know to stop immediately. Now, face the tree and place your wrists together over your head."

To his surprise, she complied. He wrapped the rope around her wrists and the tree, binding her tight enough so that she couldn't wiggle away, but loose enough keep the blood flowing. Elizabeth tested the rope, pulling and straining, but she couldn't break free. Matt left her there and turned to Julie. "Come here," he commanded in a low voice. She followed him to another tree, and he bound her wrists to it, positioning her so the two girls could see each other.

"You turned on?" he murmured in Julie's ear. "You ready to play?"

She responded by pushing her ass against his hips.

"Is this why you came over?" His cock lengthened as he spoke. "This was your plan all along. Lure me to the park so I would fuck you?"

He leaned with his arms stretched along hers, his legs slightly apart, grinding his crotch against her ass. "You are such a little slut, Julie," he murmured. "You need me to fuck you, don't you? You need it so bad you'd even let this girl you just met watch. Let her see what a slut you are."

Julie whimpered a little and pushed back against him again. He willed himself away. "Not just yet, sweetheart," he told her. "You're the one who insisted we have a guest. I would be a bad host if I didn't attend to her first."

Julie's hiss followed Matt as he returned to Elizabeth, standing behind her so he could rest his hands on her hips. "You doing okay?" he asked. "Not too tight?"

She shook her head. "No. It's fine."

"What do you think, so far?"

"I . . . don't know. Kind of . . .weird."

"Let's see if I can make it a bit more enjoyable."

He moved a little closer, lifting the hem of her t-shirt and resting his fingertips on the bare skin over her lower ribs. She shivered a little and he lowered his mouth to her neck, finding the fluttering pulse that beat at the base of her jaw. He teased it with his lips and very slowly slid his fingertips down to the snap of her denim shorts. He could feel her tense slightly, and he stilled his hands, continuing to kiss her neck until she began to relax again. He took his time, pausing whenever she seemed to be getting nervous, until her shorts were unzipped and he could slide his flat palm against her belly and down the front of her shorts. His fingers tangled in the fine hairs that covered her mound and the backs of his fingers registered the fact that her panties were soaked through with the juices of her arousal.

"This . . . doesn't seem to have anything to do . . . with tying me up," she managed to choke out.

"Easy, little one," he whispered as he pressed his middle finger against her clit and felt her quiver. "I'm not going to hurt you."

She trembled and gasped under his touch. He kept his finger there, not moving, until he felt her hips begin to rock against his hand, trying to heighten the sensations his touch generated. As she pushed against him, her breathing beginning to quicken, he used his left hand to ease her shorts over her hips until her bottom lay bare to him. He moved closer, her shorts trapped between his thighs and hers. As his right hand cradled her clit, his left hand slid up under her t-shirt until his fingers found the band of her bra. He snaked his fingertips under it and over one small breast. 

"Oh, my God," she whimpered.

"You like that, little one?" He shifted his body just enough to release her shorts from between them. They fell in a puddle around Elizabeth's ankles. She managed to kick them aside, spreading her legs apart in the process. The movement freed her to slide back and forth against his finger. He watched her face, seeing the pink flush on her cheeks, her parted lips, her closed eyes. His left hand moved away from her breast to smooth over her belly, then her hip. He began to stroke her ass, caress the soft curves, memorize the shape of it. He kneaded her left cheek firmly and began gliding the middle finger of his right hand up and down her slit, dipping close to her opening, but never entering her. He could feel how wet she was for him. Her hunger for his touch both surprised and pleased him. When she groaned, his cock swelled inside his jeans and he brought his hand back and gave her a sharp smack on the left cheek. 

"Oh!" Her eyes flew open and her hips stilled for a moment. Matt kept his right hand in place as he stepped away from her and to the side. His left hand rubbed the stinging sensation into Elizabeth's skin. Then, he brought his left hand back again and struck her on the right cheek. She brought her eyes to his, and he smiled when he saw they were watering a little. "Good girl, " he whispered. 

He dragged his right hand along her slit again, then brought his juice-covered fingers to her lips. "Taste yourself," he urged.

He half expected her to wrinkle her nose, or turn away, but she kept her eyes on him and opened her mouth obediently. He slipped his first two fingers between her lips and she cleaned them with her tongue. He cock throbbed at the soft touch of her mouth against his hand.

"Good girl," he whispered again. "Now, I'm going to tie your ankles as well. And, while you're bound, I want you to watch me with Julie. Do you understand?"

She nodded.

"You need to tell me. In words. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Her voice quavered. She took a deep breath. "Yes."

He studied her for a moment more, then made a decision. "Sir. I want you to say, 'Yes, Sir.'"

"Yes, Sir." Her voice was low, but sure.

Matt dropped to his knees and positioned her ankles on either side of the trunk, carefully circling the rope around them till Elizabeth appeared to be hugging the slender truck. The tree was only about six inches in diameter, and experience had taught him that a girl could remain in that position for quite a while without getting too uncomfortable.

Before he moved away, he ran his right index finger down the crack of her ass and into the sweet cleft between her thighs. He teased the opening of her cunt again, sliding it in about an inch, then frowning a little when she jerked in pain.

"Virgin?" he whispered. She nodded.

He withdrew his finger and stroked her slit gently . "It's okay." He brushed a kiss against her hair before he stepped across the half-circle to Julie.

Her eyes held traces of jealousy, but that didn't surprise him. Not only was she possessive of his attention, she had also wanted to be the one spanking Elizabeth. Matt didn't care. Once he had his cock buried inside her, she would forget about whatever minor complaints she had.

He wasn't gentle with Julie. This wasn't her first time, and he didn't need to ease her into the idea of domination. He wound his hand in her hair and jerked her head back until her ear was next to his mouth. "Do you need to be fucked like the slut you are, Julie?"

"Bastard," she muttered. "I wanted to spank her."

He yanked on her hair again. "Don't call me names. I've told you that before."

"Bastard," she replied, just as he knew she would. He kept his right hand twisted in her hair while his left yanked her tube top to her waist. Her half-inch nipples jutted proudly from her breasts, and he grabbed one and twisted it. Julie moaned and he twisted it again.

"You're such a bitch," he remarked, almost conversationally. "My little bitch-slut."

"I'm not *your* anything," she said. "Now shut up and fuck me."

Matt almost laughed out loud. The feminism of the seventies seemed to have glossed over Elizabeth entirely, but it was alive and kicking in Julie. He moved his hands to her waistband and stripped her shorts off her hips, but left them twisted at her ankles. "You sure as hell are bossy. I think you need your ass beaten."

"Do it," she told him. "And none of that wussy crap you were pulling with Lizzie."

"Gladly." The slow build-up with the younger girl had left him hungry for some harder action, but he hadn't wanted to scare Elizabeth. Julie would provide him the perfect outlet for his urges.

He brought his hand back and watched as it landed against Julie's olive skin. A red handprint appeared, which he quickly matched with another on the other side of her ass. He alternated the smacks, building up a rhythm, watching her buttocks wobble and jiggle under his aim. After about ten blows she was panting.

"Fuck you," she said. "My great-grandma could hit harder than that."

"Yeah? Was that before or after she taught you to give such lousy blow jobs?"

"Asshole. Don't stop."

"Don't tell me what to do, slavemeat." Matt chuckled and stepped back over to Elizabeth. He took in her wide eyes and the way her thighs clung against the trunk of the tree. 

"Doing okay, little one?" 




Welcome to the Neighborhood



As she nodded, he noticed that her hips arched forward, like she was trying to fuck the tree. 

"Poor baby, you getting turned on by all this?"

Her blush deepened and she tried to look away. 

"Yes, a little."

"Look at me, Elizabeth. Yes . . .?"

Her cheeks grew more red as she forced her eyes to meet his. "Yes . . . Sir."

He reached over Lizzie's head and snapped off a thin green branch. He quickly used his jackknife to strip it of leaves and bark.

"Fucking Boy Scout," Julie mocked. "Hurry up, for Christ's sake."

Matt grinned at Lizzie. "She's such a bitch. " 

He slapped the twig against his palm, testing its stinging ability. "Think I should whip her ass?"

It was a rhetorical question. There was no doubt Julie was going to get her ass whipped. But, Elizabeth seemed to be actually considering the decision, a worried frown on her face, until Matt dropped the twig and rested his hips against her bottom. He reached down to take her hips in his hands and pushed his crotch against her rhythmically, forcing her clit to move against the rough bark. Elizabeth gasped.

"You like that?" he murmured. She nodded.

"That's how Julie feels when I whip her. That's how you might feel if I whipped youBut, not today. Today you just watch. And, don't worry. I won't hurt her."

Elizabeth gave a small mewl of dissatisfaction when he removed his warmth and returned to Julie. The brunette wiggled so that her full breasts swung back and forth. When he waggled the handle of the whip between her thighs, she bit her lips in anticipation. "About time."

"I tell you every time we do this. You are not in charge."

"Hit me." Her need gave an edge of pain to her demand.

The small branch hissed as it flew through the air toward the backs of Julie's thighs. He knew just where to hit so any welts that rose would be hidden by her shorts. She jerked when the makeshift whip first made contact, and gave a grunt of pleasure.

"Count them," he commanded.

"One," she whimpered. "Two."

The whip cracked against her skin again. A thin pink line appeared at the top of her thighs.

"Three." He marked the left thigh to match the right, then added two strokes across her ass cheeks.

"Four. Five."

Matthew could smell Julie's arousal. He swung the whip again and again.

"Six . . . seven . . . " Julie's backside jutted out, lifting in anticipation of the blows. Her heavy breasts swayed, her nipples hard. Her thighs were wet with her own juices. She looked like a lewd sacrifice to whatever god of the woods might be watching.

Matt didn't yet have the total control he would develop with more experience. After three more strikes against her fleshy ass, his cock ached so badly he was afraid he'd cum in his jeans if he didn't find relief. He hastily unzipped his pants and pulled out his erection. He used his knee to urge Julie's thighs apart, then shoved his fingers into her cunt. He collected her juices on his hand, then smeared them on his cock, lubricating himself. Using his hands on her hips to brace himself, his placed the head of his cock against her asshole and began pushing.

"Goddamnit," she whimpered. "In my pussy."

"Sorry," he panted. "No rubbers." 

He groaned as he pushed past the tight ring of muscle. As soon as he settled inside her tight ass he began to stroke in and out. She grunted and pushed against him, and he reached around her to finger her clit. As he fucked Julie's ass, he lifted his eyes to Elizabeth. She looked as if she were fucking the damn tree trunk the way she had her thighs wrapped around it and the way she rode the rough bark with her bare cunt. As he stroked in and out of Julie, he could imagine slamming into Elizabeth's tight cunt, scraping her sensitive little clit against the tree and making her squirm and moan with pleasure. His balls began tightening as he watched Elizabeth grind her hips faster and faster, rotating her upper body, trying to ease the ache she must be feeling in her nipples. He lifted his left hand to Julie's bare breasts and began to squeeze and tug on her nipples, grinning at the look of envy on Elizabeth's face, and her frantic movements. He pinched Julie's flesh, wanting to mark it, make it ache enough that she'd feel his touch long after their fucking was done. He moved his thumb against Julie's clit and slid two fingers into her tight cunt as he rode her ass. Julie's moan of need was echoed by Elizabeth.

When Matt saw Elizabeth stiffen and her mouth open on a cry of surprise at her sudden orgasm, he groaned and let his own release begin. His cum shot out of him and into Julie's ass, filling her with hot jets of semen. He leaned against her back, panting, until his cock had softened enough for him to slip out of her. 

Julie had cum trickling down the back of her thighs and her legs were still spread, her swollen pussy visible from behind. Matthew wished he had a camera to capture the look on her face, that of unsatisfied lust.

"Damn it. I was almost there," she demanded. "Finish me off."

He grinned and stepped over to release Elizabeth. He untied her ankles so she could step back into her shorts, and he eased then back up to mid-thigh. Then he slid his left hand behind her head and pressed his mouth against hers, his tongue slipping between her lips while his right hand sought her cunt and clit. He moved his fingers over her, stroking her hot little button, dipping in and out of her opening, until she cried out her second orgasm against his mouth. He lifted his head and dropped a kiss against the end of her nose.

"Don't let Julie's bossiness fool you," he said. "Nice girls almost always get to cum. Bad girls have to suffer."

Elizabeth's eyes sparkled. "Thank you . . . Sir."

He eased the ropes off her wrists and rubbed them gently, making sure the blood was flowing freely. Then, he jerked his head toward Julie.

"Do me a favor," he told Elizabeth. "Give me about a five minute head start before you untie her."

He began walking toward the barely visible path, ignoring Julie's ranting and imprecations. Just before he disappeared into the woods, he turned again to Elizabeth. "Oh, and, hey, Lizzie? Welcome to the neighborhood."



Welcome to the Neighborhood



Pop! Ooooh, I need to watch out for that splattering grease, Karen thought as she closed the lid over the burgers and surveyed the surrounding neighborhood. Luckily, the houses behind her were pretty far away and thanks to the privacy fence they had erected around the deck, she was shielded from the homes on either side.

It just felt so naughty and exciting to be running around outside mostly naked. Maybe she should see if there was a nudist colony nearby? The apron covered her for the most part, but her nipples reacted to the rough fabric rubbing against them and they stood out proud. She couldn't wait for her husband to arrive home and see if he appreciated her daring.

Even though it was overcast, she had a delicate sheen of sweat on her skin and it felt so nice when a light breeze popped up. Still, she couldn't help but feel there was something wrong with doing this. She had lost her job like so many others during the recession, but luckily her husband still had a good steady income, and she enjoyed staying home with the kids. It kept her busy and fulfilled, but still something was missing.

She had tried other hobbies, but kept coming back to her hedonistic desires. Anytime spent on the computer whether it was shopping, reading the news or checking the kid's school calendar ended up with her browsing adult websites and staring at porn. Which always ended up with her breaking out her toy collection and wasting time playing with herself. So she was always behind in her housework. But since the kids were doing a sleep over at her parent's for the night, she thought she'd take advantage of it and show her hubby a few new tricks.

Is that his car pulling in?

Since the burgers were on the cool side of the grill, she could leave them for a minute so she ran through the kitchen to the doorway. Sure enough, there he was. So being in a brazen hussy frame of mind, she stepped into the garage before the door came down.

"Hi lover, welcome home," she said with a little wave.

The grin that spread across his face after his initial look of surprise was nice and made her feel a bit better. 

"Well, this is a rather interesting way to greet a man after a hard day at work!"

"I though you deserved a treat after working so hard all week and with the kids gone for the night, why not make the most of it? Come on in, I have a nice cold beer waiting for you." As she turned around, she paused for a moment in the doorway, so he could take good look at her naked, luscious ass.

Karen grabbed a beer out of the fridge and popped the top as he entered the house.

"Now, you just take that tie off and get comfy while I get the food ready."

"Uuhh, we eating inside?"

"Oh, I think it's safe for us to eat over in the corner of the deck. Why? You don't like the way I'm dressed?"

"Oh, no, you look great as always."

"Good, then save room for dessert."

Dinner went by quickly as they sat and ate. Karen watched as his eyes constantly traveled from his plate to her abundant breasts popping out from the apron top. She certainly enjoyed teasing him and watching his self-control fly out the window.

"More beer, honey?"

Time to let the games begin, she thought as she went inside and grabbed another beer. But instead of heading right back out, she went over and grabbed the bottle of olive oil and coated the cold bottle. Placing it top down on the seat of a bar stool, she positioned herself over it and slowly forced the fat end into her slimy, wet cunt. She could feel a warmth engulf her pussy despite the cold she was feeling. Both the fullness and the danger of the glass bottle increased her excitement measurably as she waddled back out to the deck.

God, she felt stuffed. "Your beer, sir." She bent over and grabbed her ankles so he could see what was sticking out of her and heard his laughter, then felt his hand on the neck of the bottle as he grabbed it and slowly pulled it out, then thrust it back in again. Her nipples simply tingled from it.

"Mmmmm, bet that makes it taste better. But you know, I think it's stretched my hole too big. You may just have to fuck my tight ass instead."

Standing back up straight after he pulled it out one last time, she took the olive oil out of her apron pocket and sat down facing him, then coated her hand so she could show him what she meant. 

Karen had been working up to this for weeks. Looking at all those nasty pictures and video clips had inspired her to see just how much she could take and slowly she had worked up to taking her whole hand inside of herself. So as Brad sipped his beer and looked around nervously, she started inserting her fingers in her wet pussy and in a few short minutes, she watched as he started rubbing the large bulge in his pants when her hand disappeared into her expanding pussy.

She licked her lips looking forward to sucking him as she continued to pull her fist in and out and enjoyed the delicious wave of pleasure wash over her.

When she couldn't take it anymore, she ordered him to take his penis out of his pants. It was getting dark out now and she had deliberately left the lights off, so she wasn't too worried about the neighbors as she crawled over and placed her mouth over his cock and started working on it.

In minutes, he was moaning out loud and in her control as Karen licked his balls and sucked the head of his dick just the way he loved it. The taste of his pre-cum was so sweet and nice. Eventually, her excitement built so she stood up and quickly lowered herself onto him all the way, balls deep and felt the tip of his dick banging into her cervix. God, it felt good, but she felt incredibly wet and loose after fisting herself. Still, his cock felt so wonderful as she kept fucking his dick with her cunt, twisting and moving her hips to create that feeling of tightness that she enjoyed so much. But it just didn't quite fulfill her need so she didn't fuck him for long before raising up and slowly working his tool into her tight butt hole. She kept visualizing a picture she had seen that morning of a skinny girl taking a huge cock as thick as her wrist into her ass. Something for her to work towards!

But for the moment this felt great, her ass loosened up and he used his hands to help raise her up and down on his dick. She could tell he wouldn't last long and neither would she as she felt an orgasm build from her toes up. So she continued to stroke his dick with her anus and in a few minutes, she came as she felt his cum squirt deep into her rectum. 

Aaaah, anal orgasms felt so different, Karen thought, but they always left her feeling embarrassed that she could come that way. Still, it felt so good and satisfying. Now I'm ready for a good night's sleep.

****

The next day was beautiful with warm, sunny skies so Karen spent her time outdoors wearing her skimpy shorts and a tight tank top sans bra. She was out in the front yard working on some new flowers by the mailbox when she noticed a very attractive older lady walking her beautiful German shepherd. She had noticed them around before, but had never really spoken much to her.

"Hi, there, your yard looks great."

"Thank you, what a beautiful dog."

"His name is Caesar and mine is Linda. I live right behind you in the blue house. I keep meaning to come over and say hello since I see that you're a stay at home mom. Now Caesar, behave."

Karen was surprised when the dog roughly pushed his nose into her crotch and took a big sniff. She was both embarrassed and excited from his cold nose touching her clit. "Oh, that's OK, all dogs do that, I guess."

"Well, true enough, but still no one likes having their crotch poked right out in public. Well, most women anyway."

Say what? Plus the woman kept staring at her breasts like a teenager.

"Listen, I made a pitcher of sangria before I left and it's cooling off. Why don't you take a break and come over and we'll get to know each other better."

"Sure, that sounds lovely, the kids won't be home until later so I have some extra time."

"Good, just walk on over through the back yard in a bit. Bye!"

After Karen had washed up, she strolled on over and knocked on Linda's patio door. She was admiring the backyard when the door opened and Caesar stuck his head out. Being more prepared this time, Karen pushed him away as she stepped in.

The first item she noticed was a large telescope sitting over in the corner near the patio door. Uh oh, maybe I should have been more careful last night? But she put that out of her mind as she sat down and they begin working on the rather large pitcher of sangria and chatting about family, kids and the neighborhood.

As they talked, Karen begin to realize that her neighbor was dressed rather provocatively. She could catch a glimpse of nipple through her sheer blouse and a flash of pussy a la Sharon Stone when she crossed her legs. She had to admit she was still an attractive lady for her age.

"What, I missed that?"

"I said, you should have been around in the old days when the neighborhood was new. We had some fun times back then."

"Uh, what do you mean?"

"Well, it was the swinging 70's and the houses were spread out more. So lots of nude sunbathing, key parties, you know, sex."

"Key parties?"

"Yeah, everyone put their house keys in a bowl, then the women pulled out a key. Whatever man belonged to that house key got to enjoy the woman for the evening."

"Oh, my God, you didn't?"

"Oh, honey, I got fucked by almost every man on this street at one time or another."

Karen couldn't help, but chuckle and smile at the thought of this demure silver haired lady being the center of attention for several horny men...or women.

"I see you've noticed my telescope."

"Yes, do you like astronomy?

"Oh, yes, I do, but it's useful for other things too." And gave Karen a huge grin.

With that, Karen knew the jig was up and they had been spied on last night. A warmth spread across her face as she realized what her new friend must have witnessed.

"It's OK, honey, I'm not going to spread it around the neighborhood. Too many Tea Party types for my tastes around here. I just wanted to let you know that you have a kindred spirit and I did so enjoy watching and masturbating while the two of you had fun. Very impressive self-fisting too. How about I return the favor, exhibitionism can add so much more to the experience?"

Karen laughed as tingle spread through her loins, "Maybe. What did you have in mind?"

"Well, I know it's way out there, but I assumed the younger generation is a bit more broadminded. I just thought that since you provided me with some entertainment last night, I'd do the same. I masturbate almost daily so I'll give you a show in return, if you like."

Karen knew her face must be turning beet red, but that didn't stop her from nodding yes.

"Sure, I think I'm turning into a porn addict anyway so this will be better."

Linda only smiled and turned her hips and raised her leg so Karen could see that she had a butt plug inserted into her ass."Good, I've had this thing in before I took my walk and it's driving me crazy. I was afraid it would pop out onto the street before I'd get home. Not to mention I'm practically gushing."

She reached behind herself and grabbed the flared end of the plug and started pulling on it. It slowly came out and Karen's mouth dropped open as she realized how big it must be. At least three inches at its widest part, much more than she could handle.

"Oooooooh, that felt good."

Linda placed the tip at her anus and pushed until it slid in again. Easily! Karen's crotch started tinging as she wondered what that must feel like as she watched Linda continue to fuck her ass with the huge toy, in and out.

The last time she pulled it out, she reached back and pulled her butt cheeks apart so Karen could see her ass hole gape wide open, Karen could see the deep red of her rectum.

"Oh, wow, that looks incredibly hot! I haven't been able to take anything that big yet."

"You can do it too, just be patient, and go slow," Linda said, as he grabbed a bottle of lube from the table and greased her hand up then squirted more into her waiting rectum. Then forming her hand into the usual duck bill shape, she started pushing her fingers into her butt slow yet steady, and in just a minute her whole fist disappeared.

Karen felt her face flush and her whole body tingle especially her lady parts as she watched and listened as Linda fucked herself. She loved anal sex too, but never seemed to quite feel full enough. She was always telling Brad to slip a finger in with his dick to get her over the edge, but was afraid to try anything much bigger.

What does one do at such a moment, Karen thought. Do you ask if they need any help? Just reach over and start grabbing something? She really just wanted to pull her pants down and start playing with herself too.

"Honey, would you mind just pulling your big breasts out and play with them? I couldn't get a real good look at them last night."

So Karen did just that pulling her top and bra up and then pinching and twisting her engorged nipples.

"Oh, yes, that's it, they look so nice and suckable, I just want to lick and bite them all over."

Karen had the urge to get up and let her do just that which would have been the first lesbian experience for her. But Linda was going to town on her gaping hole pushing her fist in and out furiously and she knew she was getting close to cumming.

"Aaaaaaah, yes, oooooh, That's it"

Karen simply sat still and watched Linda's body spasm and convulse from what was obviously an intense anal orgasm. Geez, that was hot and her ass was still gaping wide open.

"Gosh, Linda, how long will your butt stay like that?" 

"Not for long, it's amazing how tight it gets again, I know I was afraid that I'd break it or something, but the human body is quite adaptable."

"Lord, I'd be afraid it might stay that way forever."

You're going to be quite surprised at the things you going to be doing soon, thought Linda. Especially if you don't want pictures of you and your husband to end up being passed around the kids' school. I've got such naughty plans for you to satisfy my free time and your empty days at home.

The two of them smiled at each other as they realized a special connection had been made and their thoughts of where this new friendship might lead filled their heads with naughty visions.



Welcome to the Neighborhood



Lara was swimming through a sea of balled up packing tape and pieces of her kitchen when she heard the doorbell ring over the music coming from her iPod dock on the counter. Making her way through the boxes stacked everywhere and sidestepping her cat, she finally got to the door and opened it. Standing on the step was a gorgeous blond woman holding a covered casserole dish. 

"Hi, I thought I saw a moving van! I'm Wanda, we live on the left there." 

"Um, Lara. Would you like to come in? If you don't mind the mess...and the boxes..." Lara shrugged with a little smile, but stepped aside to let the other woman in. Wanda's heels clicked across the hardwood floor towards the kitchen, smart skirt and blouse putting Lara's grimy tee shirt and jeans to shame. She set the casserole dish on the counter and surveyed the mess of half open boxes around the table. 

"So, what brings you to Clearwood?" Wanda asked, and Lara shrugged, moving past her to pause the music still blaring. 

"Just needed a change," she replied vaguely. "This seemed like a nice place to settle for awhile." 

"It is so nice, you're going to love it here. Do you have a boyfriend, or..." Lara looked up, and her neighbor smiled. Thinking it was a rather odd question to ask from the start, she shook her head. "I'm sorry, where are my manners, you probably don't want to stand around gabbing all day with me." Wanda laughed, taking Lara's hand again and smiling in a soft draw of lips against teeth. "You just come on over if you need anything at all," she said softly. "I'd be happy to help you get settled in." With that she released Lara and sashayed back to the door, leaving her blushing hostess to trail after her. 

"It was nice to meet you." Lara finally found her voice. Wanda nodded and gave her another sweet smile before leaving. Shutting the door after her, Lara whistled under her breath and shook her head. 

By that evening she finally had most of the essentials unpacked. She was in her room, arranging her closet, when her cell phone rang. It was her best friend Kelly. 

"Hey hon, how you settling in?"

"Alright. I don't know how much coffee and how little sleep I was on when I was packing. The place is a mess...but the neighborhood is nice," she replied, and decided to take a break. "One of the neighbors came over today and I think she was coming on to me." She walked outside onto the small balcony attached to her bedroom, leaned against the railing and surveyed the darkened shapes of her back yard. 

"She?" Kelly laughed. "Nice! Did you flirt back?" Lara snorted, about to answer when her eyes strayed to the house next to hers. Her mouth went a little slack, and for a minute she couldn't quite believe what she was seeing. The master bedroom faced hers, curtains wide open to give a clear view of Wanda riding her husband. 

"I'll call you back Kelly," she mumbled, hanging up and sticking her cell phone in her pocket absently. For now all that was visible was a wave of blond hair down a smooth bronze back, and the impressive cock she was riding like a pony. Lara flushed, feeling a shiver go straight down her body to her pussy. She knew she should go inside, but as she gawked Wanda lifted off him and moved down. She wrapped her fingers around his thick cock and started sucking her own juice from him. The way she was crouched displayed her round ass and a peek of waxed pussy lips, which were soon parted by two fingers as she played with herself. Lara licked her lips, suddenly aware of how tightly she was gripping the stone railing, and of how tightly her jeans fit between her legs, rubbing uncomfortably against her engorged flesh. 

After a moment more Wanda's husband sat up, positioning her on her knees facing the window. Lara dropped quickly to the ground, pressing her back against the stone wall, heart beating rapidly at nearly being caught. 

Curiosity got the best of her, and she rolled onto her knees, peeking up over the edge of the balcony. Wanda's pretty face was screwed up in a look of primal pleasure, and her moans were carrying faintly to the hidden watcher. She rocked her body back to meet every thrust, breasts bouncing wildly until her lover bent over along her back, grabbing both tits and using them as leverage to fuck her slow and hard. Lara's hand crept down to the button of her pants, undoing them and sliding inside to the damp cotton of her panties. Part of her was still in shock at what she was doing, but it didn't stop her from parting her pussy lips and finding the slick nub of her clit. Shifting to a more comfortable position on her knees she went at her pussy with growing eagerness as she watched her neighbor get fucked. 

It wasn't long before they changed positions again. He pulled out, and sat on the edge of the bed with his powerful legs sprawled wide. Wanda knelt on the floor in front of him to one side, licking slowly up his cock before swirling her tongue around his tip and taking him into her mouth. While she was sucking him off she fondled his balls, then moved lower. Lara bit back a gasp, clit jumping as she saw one of Wanda's slender fingers enter her husband's ass. He appeared to be enjoying it immensely, dropping back on his elbows, head lolling with an expression of ecstasy. Another finger disappeared inside him, and he dropped a hand on Wanda's head, grabbing her by the hair and shoving her head down. She opened wide, letting him fuck her mouth. 

Lara pressed her mouth against the hand gripping the stone ledge, breathing hard as she rolled her clit quickly between two fingers, working herself towards a hell of an orgasm. Fighting to keep her eyes from rolling back in her head, she glued her gaze to the couple in the bedroom. Wanda was pumping her fingers in and out of her husband's ass, gagging on his cock, and fingering herself like this was the best sex she'd ever had. Without warning he pulled out of her mouth and pulled her up by the hair, seating his cock deep inside her. Each thrust lifted her almost completely off, only to be impaled again in the next second. Lara moaned against her hand, hips rolling and jerking as she came hard. Past her fluttering eyelids she could see Wanda's husband stiffen, driving into his wife and holding them there. 

When she could finally think straight again, Lara looked up, and jumped. Wanda's husband was in front of the window! Lara ducked low, but couldn't resist peering above the wall one more time. He was smirking in a satisfied manner as he reached out and closed the window. A minute later the curtains were drawn, and Lara escaped back into her room.



Welcome to the Neighborhood



Melissa had moved into her new townhouse 3 weeks ago, and was just finishing her unpacking. As she bent to pick up the last box she caught sight of herself in the mirror- her long dark hair casually tossed into a ponytail behind her, her rounded breasts straining at a black t-shirt that she had picked up in college ten years ago, and her firm ass packed into a pair of cutoffs that were really a size too small. She had a smudge of dirt on her cheek, and as she reached up to wipe it off her hand brushed her breast, sending a small jolt of electricity through her. Sitting down on the bed she tried to remember the last time she and Steve had made love before they broke up, and as hard as she tried she just couldn't. The lack of sex was the straw that broke her back- she had always been more interested in sex than most people she knew, and not to have a good sex life with her own partner was intolerable. She had thought about having an affair, but realized that she would rather just be free to make her own choices and live her own life, and moved out shortly afterward. Despite her knowledge that this was the right choice for her, she still felt some regret about the end of a relationship that she had once thought would last forever. Sighing, she picked up the last of the empty boxes and took it out to the recycling bin. 

As she walked back towards her house she heard someone yell, "Hey, we haven't met yet!" 

Looking back, Melissa saw a beautiful young woman, mid-twenties, with short blonde hair and glasses coming after her. It was hard not to notice her breasts first- she was wearing a dark green lace halter that she was spilling out of, and a long black sarong that showed her long tanned legs as she walked up the sidewalk. As she came closer Melissa noticed that she had a pierced nose and a small tattoo of a mermaid on her upper arm. 

"I'm Sara," the young woman announced, "and I've been waiting to meet you since I saw someone new had moved in. I live just across the street, and I'm so thrilled to have a new woman in the neighborhood." 

Melissa liked her right away: Sara's eagerness to talk was a welcome change from sitting alone at home for another night, and her gorgeous smile spread across her face as she talked. 

"Why don't you come in for a glass of wine and we can get better acquainted?" Melissa asked. 

"That sounds great," said Sara.

Half an hour later they were sitting on the couch in Melissa's living room, sipping glasses of red wine and chatting away like old friends. Melissa had already told her all about the breakup with Steve, while Sara had talked about her breakup a year ago with her old boyfriend, and they were feeling quite comfortable with each other. Melissa was starting to feel a little giddy- it was the first time she had had anything to drink since she had moved, and she could already feel it going to her head. 

"So what do you do for fun around here?" Melissa asked. "I haven't had time for anything but work and unpacking since I moved, and I don't know anyone yet." 

"You know me now," Sara smiled. " When I first moved in here I didn't know what to do with myself- I'd come from a long way away and didn't know anyone. But then I met the woman who used to live in this house, and she taught me a few things about how to find things to do in this town." 

Melissa was struck by how pretty Sara looked right now; leaning back on the couch with her head resting against the wall, her breasts outthrust and her legs crossed. Her nipples were clearly outlined under the lace of her halter, and Melissa was surprised to feel a sudden surge of wetness between her thighs. 

Sara went on. "It was a night like this when I first met her- I'd just moved into my place, and hadn't met anyone yet. Linda walked over and introduced herself, and I'd never met anyone like her. She was a lesbian, and completely open about it- I could feel her eyes devouring me all night when we first talked. At first I was uncomfortable about it, but after a while I began to look at her in a different light, and then it happened for the first time." 

"What did?" Melissa asked with her eyes wide open. 

"She kissed me, " Sara said, "and after that I looked at her in a completely different light. I'd never been attracted to women before, never even knew that I had it in me, but I've found that there are things that you can get from a woman that you'd never be able to experience with a man." 

Melissa giggled a bit self-consciously. "Well, I don't know about that," she said. "I've been with a lot of men, and I love having sex- it's one of my favorite things. That was one of the reasons that I broke up with Steve...I was tired of never having sex anymore. The move doesn't seem to have helped much though- I'm still no closer to having sex than I was before. " 

Sara looked at her with a smile in her eyes. "Are you sure about that?" she asked. Leaning forward, she ran the tip of one finger up Melissa's tanned thigh, stopping just below the hem of her shorts. Melissa was surprised at the instant jolt of electricity she felt- Sara's touch had felt like a burning trail ending just short of where she wanted it most. She shifted a bit, spreading her legs slightly and giving a soft sigh. Sara looked at her closely, then bent forward and gave her a soft kiss at the base of her neck just above her collarbones as she ran a finger yet again up her thigh. Melissa was surprised at the moan that escaped from her as she sank down further into the couch and spread her legs wider. 

Sara put a pillow on the floor and knelt in front of her, running her hands firmly from Melissa's knees up to the hem of her tight cutoffs. Melissa gasped as Sara's hands wandered for a minute up to the mound of her pussy, pressed firmly, and then retreated back down to her knees. 

"Oh," she moaned, "don't stop there." Sara gave her a knowing glance, reached up, and ran her fingers under the bottom of Melissa's t-shirt. 

"You have the most beautiful breasts" Sara said, and touched them for the first time. She gently traced their outline through the tight t-shirt with her fingertips, watching as Melissa's nipples exploded through the thin fabric and became harder and harder with each passing moment. Reaching down, she pulled Melissa's shirt over her head and slid it behind her back, trapping her hands behind her. Melissa groaned softly as she arched her body towards Sara. 

Sara bent her head towards Melissa, and softly took one hard pink nipple into her hot mouth. As she sucked strongly on it she tweaked Melissa's other nipple rhythmically, causing bursts of heat to go through her. By this time Melissa was so wet that Sara could see the traces of moisture on her shorts, and her pelvis was pumping regularly up near Sara's face where she could smell the clean fresh wetness of her. Sara's tongue traced a trail from Melissa's nipple down to her small belly button, leaving a trail of wetness wherever she went. Continuing to pull on Melissa's nipple with her hand, she unbuttoned her shorts with the other hand and pulled them off as Melissa thrust her pussy into Sara's face. 

Melissa moaned as Sara pulled off her shorts and sopping wet thong, and she begged "Stick something in me now- I want you to fuck me!" Instead, Sara reached behind her and undid her halter-top, exposing her breasts for the first time. Melissa stared entranced as Sara's heavy tits with their large brown nipples dangled above her thrusting thighs. Sara untied her sarong and let it slide down her hips, exposing a black lace thong and a telltale smear of moisture down one thigh. Straddling Melissa on the couch, she gave her a hard kiss on the mouth for the first time- searching out her mouth with her tongue and rubbing her chest against Melissa's. 

By this time Melissa was in agony- her pussy was throbbing and she could feel her clit exposed and ready for Sara's touch. 

"Please, please" she begged. 

Sara slid down on to the pillow and positioned herself between Melissa's thighs. Looking at her shaved pussy, she could see Melissa's clit poking out begging for attention. Blowing gently on it, she heard Melissa sigh as her hips thrust into Sara's face. Sara stretched out her tongue and gently flicked the throbbing clit, while she took her index finger and ran it gently from Melissa's clit back to her ass. Melissa's legs opened wider as she flexed her body forward hopefully. Sara moved her other hand from one breast to the other in hard brushing motions, feeling Melissa's nipples get harder and harder as she ran her fingers over them. 

Lowering her head, Sarah began to stroke Melissa's clit with her tongue rhythmically, while her other hand worked slowly back and forth along her pink pussy, feeling the liquid gush over her hand as she moved. Flicking her clit with her tongue, she slowly inserted two fingers into her cunt, feeling Melissa buck her hips against her and hearing her groan as her fingers found their way inside. Squeezing her nipple at the same time she rammed her fingers in as far as they would go; twisting them and feeling Melissa shudder against them. When she was sure that they were covered in Melissa's juices, she took them out and slowly inserted one finger into her tight cherry ass, running her other hand from Melissa's breasts down to her cunt and inside the waiting tightness. 

Working both hands together she sucked on Melissa's clit and shook her head quickly back and forth, vibrating her tongue against her clit as she rammed her fingers hard inside Melissa's cunt and ass. Feeling the walls tighten against her fingers she hurried the pace, going as deep as she could and sucking harder as she went faster and faster. As Melissa screamed, "I'm coming" she felt a gush of wetness against her face and hands, and felt Melissa twisting underneath her as she was wracked with shudders. 

Waiting a moment, she climbed back on the couch beside her and gently held her in her arms as Melissa subsided into weak tremors. Giving her a kiss on the forehead after she freed Melissa's hands from the t-shirt, she was rather surprised to find that Melissa's hands had found her thighs and her own waiting wetness. Lying back on the couch, she opened her legs as Melissa slid two fingers inside of her, saying, "I think I can figure out what to do from here. " 

Melissa kept two fingers inside of her as she slowly slid the side of her palm up and down Sara's pussy, going from her clit all the way back to her hand and up again. Pinching her clit gently between two fingers Melissa slowly fucked her with her hand, sucking on Sara's hard brown nipples as she held her down on the couch. Sara's breathing quickened as Melissa picked up the pace, pushing her fingers deep inside as she rubbed her fingers along her throbbing clit. Just when Sara thought she couldn't stand anymore, Melissa slowly slid down the couch and positioned Sara so that she was kneeling with her head between Sara's thighs, still fucking her with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other. As Sara's hips lifted, Melissa lowered her head and ran her tongue along the outside of Sara's asshole, which had never been touched. Sara moaned as the new sensations flooded into her- Melissa took her hand away from Sara's clit and used it to support her hips as she truly got into licking her cherry ass. Making her tongue into a spear she inserted it just a bit as her fingers rammed into Sara's cunt, wiggling it around the outside of the puckered skin as Sara writhed beneath her. Finally giving into Sara's strangled cries she took one finger and inserted it gently into her asshole, running it around the rim and going in a bit deeper as Sara begged. As she lowered her lips to Sara's clit for the first time and tasted the sweet juices she heard Sara scream "harder, harder", so she rammed her whole fist into Sarah's pussy as she inserted another finger into her ass. Sara's shudders told her she was on the right track, so she sucked harder on her clit as she rammed her fingers back and forth, until Sara's screams told her that she was done. 

As the shudders on both sides subsided, the two new friends lay beside each other on the couch exhausted and satisfied. 

"So, are you happy with the nightlife in the new neighborhood?" Sara finally asked. 

"I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship" Melissa replied with a grin.



Welcome to the Neighborhood



The house next-door had finally been sold. Lonnie had seen the moving van pulling into the driveway as she left for work that morning. "It's about time," she thought to herself, "Maybe they will fix the eyesore up."

The house wasn't really run-down that badly; however, since her husband had ran-off with the slut that used to live there, Lonnie harbored hard feelings about the place. She earnestly hoped that a nicer class of people were moving in.

When Lonnie returned home from her modeling gig that afternoon, the van had already been emptied and had left. A late-model Lexus and a sporty, foreign convertible were now parked in the driveway. "Hmmmmmmmmm, this is looking promising already!" she thought to herself, "I think I'll go over and welcome them to the neighborhood." As she got out of her BMW, she smoothed her tight, form-clinging, short skirt down over her firm, pear-shaped ass and checked her stockings to make sure they were straight. Walking across the lawn and passing by the large picture window in front of her house, she couldn't resist looking at her reflection to assure herself she was presentable. The session today had been particularly erotic and she didn't want to look like she had just gotten laid.

The image that greeted her eyes was one of a stunning, auburn-haired beauty. Her straight, shoulder-length hair was lustrous from careful grooming. Her eyes were wide set and large with an exotic, Asiatic slant; which she inherited from her father. Although her legs were long and curvy enough to be a dancer's, she only stood about 5'3"; and a generous portion of that was between her pert, up sloped breasts, and her erotically flaring hips. She proudly admired her athletically trim waist and provocative posture. It was no small wonder that she was one of the most sought after adult magazine models in Canada. The light blouse she was wearing was clinging silk, and allowed a hint of the sexy, lacy lingerie she favored to be glimpsed, and excited her nipples enough to make their outlines visible.

Lonnie made her way carefully up the wide granite steps to the front door of her new neighbors home. She pressed the doorbell and waited for her first view of her new neighbor. She did not have to wait long before the door was opened and she was greeted by a woman of about her own age of 28, and an instant, heart-warming smile.

"Hello, may I help you?" The woman's voice was slightly accented and very melodious. It fit her stunning European features and deep, dark eyes. Lonnie guessed that she must be of Italian or possibly Portuguese descent. She was immediately aroused by her attractiveness and voluptuous body. One of the things that had bothered her the most about her ex-husband's desertion was the fact that he had also taken her closest lover.

"Hi, I'm Lonnie, I live next-door and wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood." she said with the slightest hint of shyness in her voice. It rather surprised her to hear it, as she was normally quite used to meeting new people.

"Hello, I'm Alexandra, won't you please come in?" she was greeted warmly by her hostess.

"Well I don't want to keep you from getting your home in order," Lonnie replied, "I'm sure you must have a lot of unpacking to do."

"Not at all," replied Alexandra, "I've hired someone to do most of the unpacking and arranging, and if you'd like, you could help me handle my delicate things." Alexandra pointed out a small pile of boxes that were marked FRAGILE set aside in the corner.

Eager for the opportunity to get to know her lovely new neighbor, Lonnie gladly accepted the offer.

"Are you new to this country, Alexandra?" Lonnie inquired. "I couldn't help but notice your accent."

"Yes," Alexandra replied, "I'm originally from Venice, but moved here with my husband and his daughter; whom I met while they were on vacation there." "But please, call me Alex, for I have a feeling we may become close friends." Lonnie caught a mysterious gleam in the woman's eye that made a tingle run through her body. 

"OK, Alex it is then," Lonnie smiled, "but even my most intimate friends call me Lonnie."

Alex walked over to the pile of boxes and bent over to lift one from the floor. When she was bent over, the very short skirt she was wearing rode up her thighs and exposed a glimpse of her ass and lightly furred pussy. When she straightened up and turned to Lonnie, she caught the look of astonishment in her eyes. "Grab a box and follow me." she winked as she turned and walked up the stairs with a delicious swing in her walk.

Lonnie somewhat regained her composure and, taking up another box, followed Alex up the stairs. She couldn't take her eyes of the long, tanned legs and full, round ass of the seductive woman ahead of her. Every step upward that they took, Lonnie would get a good view of the exquisite folds and contours of Alex's pussy. She felt her own slit begin to moisten in response to the obvious seductions of her new found friend.

When they reached the top of the stairs, Alex went to the first door on the left, lightly tapped on the door, and went in the room. Lonnie followed her in and was stunned to see a girl, about 18 or 19 yrs. old, emptying a box clad only in a bikini bottom. She was a flaxen-haired compliment to the ebony-headed Alex. Her figure was slight, compared to the older woman, but well-proportioned. Her flawless pale, clear complexion gave her an ethereal beauty. Her B-cup titties were low on her chest, and she had a dancer's wraith fullness. Her eyes were a pale shade of blue, and her lips were full and pouty. Lonnie knew of several producers who would pay enormous sitting fees for someone like her.

"This is my step-daughter, Marielle." presented Alex. "Please don't be offended by her attire, she normally wears less than that around the house!"

"Oh I'm not offended at all." replied Lonnie, "In fact I find her self-confidence refreshing." she laughed.

"Marielle, this is our new next-door neighbor and I hope good friend, Lonnie." Alex introduced Lonnie to her step-daughter. In true European fashion, Marielle stepped forward and embraced Lonnie, kissing her lightly on each cheek.

"I so glad to meet you," Marielle exclaimed, "I was afraid we would have a lecherous, old man for a neighbor!"

Lonnie and Alex both burst into laughter at the girl's unabashed statement. "Well if you're worried about being leered at," Lonnie confided,"watch out for the teenage boy on the other side of you." "He is, however, quite popular with the girls around here."

Lonnie was starting to feel right at home with her new neighbors. Something told her that anything she might talk with them about would be taken warmly and openly. "How does your husband feel about his daughter walking around so scantily clad?" she asked.

"Oh we are a very open-minded family." Alex replied with a grin, "We rarely wear clothing around the house, do we Marielle?" She reached out and tenderly caressed the young girl's cheek.

"By the way Lonnie, I can't help having the impression that I've seen you before, but I can't imagine where." Alex puzzled. "Have you ever been to Venice?"

Lonnie told her that she was a model and that she had travelled to locations all over the world, including Venice. "But I doubt that you would have seen me, my sets have all been closed sets and I don't think you would have seen any of my photo's."

"Who do you model for?" inquired Alex. "I read several periodicals and fashion magazines."

"Well, mostly men's magazines like Penthouse and Playboy." Lonnie shyly replied. She wasn't ashamed of her work but was afraid the women would get the wrong impression of her.

"Ahhhh, Michael subscribes to both those publications!" Alex exclaimed. "Marielle and I both enjoy looking at the beautiful photo layouts and having him read the stories and letters to us." "I'll bet he's even got the issue with your layout."

"Your husband reads to you and his daughter?" Lonnie was taken aback.

"Yes," Alex replied, "I told you we are a very open-minded family." "Michael and I feel that Marielle is mature enough to explore her sexuality and needn't be hesitant to do so around us if she desires."

As her step-mother was saying this, Marielle slipped her arm around Alex and kissed her lovingly on the lips, slipping her hand under the woman's mid-riff top to fondle her full DD-cup breasts. Alex leaned her head back and sighed. 

"I think she is getting a little impatient, we were about to play together a little when you rang the bell!" Alex explained Marielle's behavior. "Would you be offended if we asked you to join us?"

Lonnie couldn't believe this was happening! She had been getting more and more aroused as they talked and was almost ready to excuse herself so she could go home and masturbate while thinking of these two exotic creatures, and now she was being asked to indulge in her most intimate fantasy; a threesome with a mother and her daughter. At first she thought about declining, but when Marielle reached to her and grasped her hand saying, "PLEASE!?!"; she willingly took the girl in her arms and began to kiss her passionately.

As she explored the girl's warm mouth with her tongue, she felt Alex pulling her skirt off her hips and letting them puddle around her high heels. then Marielle began to unbutton her blouse and slide it from her shoulders, breaking their kiss to trace her tongue down the side of Lonnie's neck. Alex had pulled her top off and was rubbing her hard nipples against Lonnies's back and cupping her tits; tweaking Lonnie's sensitive nipples with her fingers.

Marielle slowly began sinking to her knees, letting her tongue trace a wet trail down Lonnie's body; pausing briefly to suck one of her nipples then continuing down til her breath was stirring the hair on Lonnie's mound. The rest of Lonnies pussy was waxed and smooth, the hair on her mound cut in a heart-shaped design. Her clit was pierced with a sterling silver ring which gave her intense vibrations when it was moved.

Alex had moved around to the front of Lonnie and was rubbing her full tits against her. Lonnie reached down and cupped Alex's mound which was nice and lightly hairy and discovered the woman was dripping.

Alex maneuvered the triage over to a large four-poster bed, where they all fell in a tangled heap of delightful, perfumed flesh; licking and pushing fingers into tight openings. Lonnie got on top of Marielle, her tongue feverishly lapping the lovely girl's shaven cunt as Marielle responded in kind, pulling the older woman's labia with her lips and scratching her ass with her nails. Alex had moved around to lick Lonnie's ass and probed at it delicately with her tongue. 

Lonnie came quickly, screaming so loudly that noone noticed Alex's husband Michael entering the room. For several minutes, Michael stood and watched the spectacle before him. The stunning red-head that his wife and daughter were ravishing was very hot. His cock became rock-hard in a few seconds, filling to it's full eight inch long, three inch thick capacity. He practically ripped his expensive, Italian suit from his powerful frame; his tight stomach rippling.

He approached the bed quietly, but his wife finally noticed him. He motioned for her to keep quiet and bent down beside her to lap at Lonnie's ass. Marielle moved aside and allowed him to snake his long, thick tongue into Lonnie's quivering pussy. She responded immediately to his explorations, not fully realizing that another member of the new family had joined in. So when Marielle got out from under her and moved around to lay in front her, thrusting her dripping cunt upward for Lonnie to continue, she thought that Alex had taken up where Marielle had left. 

Imagine Lonnie's surprise when Michael got up behind her and began to ease his massive member into her burning, tight pussy! She hadn't had a man inside her since a couple of months before her husband left and the feeling of that intense warmth filling her and stretching her open drove her into a mind-numbing orgasm. Alex had laid down under her cunt and as her cum dripped out around the cock inside her, Alex began to suck on her pussy and lick her clit. Lonnie came for several minutes, all the while driving her tongue deep into Marielle's tight, sweet cunt. Her pussy was clutching and squeezing Michael's cock of its own accord; milking at it, trying to draw the hot thick cum from his balls and make it jet inside her.

Marielle was moaning and saying,"Make me cum Lonnie, make me cum hard!" Lonnie responded by shoving two fingers into the girl's tiny cunt and taking her clit in her teeth, lightly pulling at it and flicking the tip of her tongue against it rapidly. Marielle began to buck and scream,"Fuck, Oh God yesssssssss, Oh fuck I'm cummmmmmminggggg! Fluid squirted from the girl's pussy in copious amounts, drenching Lonnie's face and flowing into her eager, sucking mouth.

Finally, Michael's cock seemed to swell to twice it's size, and when Alex saw his balls begin to draw up she quickly took them into her warm mouth and sucked on them as he fired a hot, thick spurt of cum deep into Lonnie's cunt.

When Lonnie felt that first, hot squirt, she quickly pulled away from him, turned around and swallowed his cock, letting him push it far into her throat. She sucked hard and swallowed, letting him feel her throat muscles massaging his spasming cock. Then she began to draw her tightly suctioning lips slowly up his shaft licking with her tongue, drawing all the cum she could get from his cock. When he popped from her lips with a wet sounding smack, she turned to Alex and began to kiss her, letting her tongue push traces of Michael's cum into her new friend's mouth. The foursome continued their games for several hours, using tongues and fingers, cock and tight wet cunts. Lonnie knew that this was the beginning of a fantastic new relationship and that many sexual adventures were to come.



Welcome to the Neighborhood



Judy had watched the house beside hers go up for sale. There was no animosity between her and the current owners but, she had to admit that she was not sad to see them go. Her mind thought ahead to the people that might one day move in next to her. She wished that for once there might be someone that she could become close with. She hated that no one who could hold her interest ever moved into the neighborhood.

When the new owner finally did move in, Judy had been more than a little surprised. The new owner was a beautiful Latin lovely in her mid-twenties with long ebony hair and a pleasant disposition unlike most of the people in the neighborhood. 

A month went by in which Judy watched this stunning woman. Now, being one of the only lesbians within a five mile radius did not mean that she ogled every woman that passed by but, she did find herself looking repeatedly at the woman whenever she would leave for her morning and evening run. There was something about the athletic woman wearing black spandex running pants and a matching sports bra, filled to near burst that was driving her mad with erotic fantasies. 

Judy never failed to stop whatever she was doing to make time to watch the woman return from her run, chest heaving, eyes fiery and a marvelous glisten of sweat coating her lean body. 

It was Saturday. Judy was out doing yard work. No, it wasn't glamorous work but, she enjoyed it which meant that every weekend without fail, she was out in her usual jeans and a t-shirt up to her knees in dirt, doing whatever she had to do to keep her flowers looking the best in the neighborhood.

This morning Judy was more than a little disappointed. She had hoped to see her neighbor go out for her usual morning run but, for some reason, the woman had not done so. 

Thinking about the chance of, perhaps, introducing herself did nothing but, make her unbearably nervous. Judy wasn't shy but, there was something about this woman that made her more than a little weak in the knees.

She raised her head as she heard a woman's voice followed by a loud crash. 

"Are you alright?" Judy asked staring at the woman lying in her driveway after crashing into her mailbox.

The woman lying on her back began to laugh as she looked up at the sky. Her hazel eyes left the sky above her to look down at the rollerblades on her feet. 

"I've figured out how to get going," she said. "I just haven't learned how to make a graceful stop, yet."

She contemplated trying to stand but, thought twice about it. After taking off her rollerblades, she padded over to Judy in her socks. With a wonderful smile, she extended her hand.

"Hi, I'm Madison," she greeted. "You must be, Judy."

Judy was a little surprised by the fact that Madison knew her name. "Yeah, that's me. How'd you know my name?"

"Oh, Betty told me."

"Betty," Judy mumbled. "That figures."

Madison observed the weary sigh that left Judy's lips. Before she could comment on it, the older woman emerged from her house.

"Hello, ladies," Betty called.

"Right on cue," Judy said. Leaning forward, she told Madison her theory. "I think that she's got the entire neighborhood bugged."

Together, they looked to the house directly across from Madison's. A gray-haired old woman with a love to gossip waved.

"Hello, Betty," they said in unison. They looked at each other instantly feeling like they were back in grade-school.

"Maddy, are you alright?" Betty asked. "I saw your spill. Should we take you to the hospital?"

"No, Betty," Madison assured her with a smile. "I'm fine. A little embarrassed but, I'm fine."

"You're sure?"

"Positive."

"Well, if you're sure. You, two be good."

"We will."

"She sees everything that happens around here," Judy said even as she smiled and waved at the departing woman.

"Do we like her?" Madison asked. She kneeled down in front of the line which separated their property, looking to the woman across from her, who was tending to her tulips.

Judy was an attractive woman in her thirties. Her chestnut hair was pulled back into a ponytail, taking a few years off of her face. The years had been kind to her body which was still in very good shape. The smaller woman still possessed firm breasts which were displayed proudly in her t-shirt and her legs weren't as firm as they might have been ten years ago but, they were definitely nice, nonetheless.

"Oh, Betty's harmless," Judy answered absently. "But, if you value your life, do NOT take any baked goods that she gives you."

"Why?"

"Trust me," Judy said raising her blue eyes to meet hazel eyes. "You don't want to know."

"Thanks for the warning."

"Your welcome."

It was then that Judy realized that she had made it through most of their conversation without completely doing something to humiliate herself in front of this stunning young woman.

"So, why have you been holding out on me, Jude?" Madison asked playfully.

Judy's stomach knotted instantly. With Madison's words a flurry of erotic images danced before her eyes. "Pardon." 

"You must have some wonderful secret for how to get the perfect garden. So stop tormenting me and spill it."

"But, we just met," Judy said, hearing the slight flirtatious tone in Madison's voice.

"Oh, come on. Do you mean to tell me that you have no intention of telling me your trade secret?"

"Sorry."

"Give me one good reason why not."

"I told you," Judy laughed. "We just met."

"I said a good reason, love."

Judy felt the intensity of those hazel eyes upon her. It was invigorating.

"I'll make a deal with you," Madison said with a wicked smile. 

"What kind of a deal?" Judy was dying with curiosity.

"A secret for a secret. You tell me your deepest darkest secret and I'll tell you mine. This way you know that you can trust me to keep your little gardening secret."

"You're kidding."

"No, I'm not. Try me." Madison saw Judy's hesitation. "Come on, love. Tell me your favorite fantasy."

Judy stopped tending to her garden. She crossed her arms, looking at her new neighbor. For a brief moment, she debated telling Madison any number of the fantasies that had involved her since her moving in one month ago but, opted against it.

"You go first," Judy dared.

"Ooh, love. I'm going to like you," Madison said with a smile. She motioned for Judy to go. "Ask me!"

Before Judy had realized that she had said it, the words were leaving her lips. "Favorite position?"

Madison's face brightened with mischief. "Ew, a sex question. How delightfully wicked."

"I knew you wouldn't answer."

"Oh, I'll answer, love. Just one thing first."

Judy's heart was racing. "What?"

"Guy or girl?"

"What?!"

Madison repeated the question for her neighbor, waiting for a response.

"You're bi?!" Judy gasped.

Madison reached for the nearby decorative water fountain, using the water inside to sprinkle over her forehead. She rubbed at her head. "Damn, I thought I scrubbed that label off before I left the house, today," she joked.

Judy reached out her hand, resting it on the younger woman's arm. "I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to offend you."

"You didn't, love. I was only playing."

A sudden case of foot-in-mouth syndrome left Judy speechless. Luckily, Madison saved her.

"Since both seems to be my motto of choice," Madison chuckled, "I'll answer both questions." She tapped her chin in thought. "With a guy, I think it might be... hmm, 69 has always been a lucky number for me."

Judy would have loved to have told Madison about the sudden vision of the two of them doing that very lucky number but, she lost her nerve. "And with a woman?" she asked.

"Oh, that one's easy," Madison said. "I like to be on top with her nails digging in my back, legs wrapped around my waist and her lips right beside my ear so I can hear EVERY little sound she makes. There's something amazing about the way a woman moans. Drives me nuts."

Judy was forced to look away as she felt her lust showing through her eyes.

"Are you hot, Judy?"

"What?" The older woman looked up at Madison, who was looking up at the hot sun.

"Man, it's got to be like ninety out here," Madison groaned. "Would you like a drink?"

"That would be nice. I am a little hot." 

That was an understatement, Judy's inner voice joked.

Madison led the way into her house, tossing her rollerblades to the side, swearing that she might never wear them again. After telling Judy to have a seat at the kitchen table, she went to go get a pitcher of iced tea.

Offering Judy a freshly poured glass, Madison sat down beside the woman. "So now, it's your turn, love," she said after taking a sip of tea.

"For what?" Judy asked absently.

"A secret for a secret, love," Madison reminded.

"Okay. What secret do you want?"

Madison smiled. She moved to her knees in front of the attractive older woman. Raising up the t-shirt, she allowed her hands to move over a full breasts. 

"What are you doing?" Judy asked even as her body began responding wonderfully to the woman's touch. She could already feel her nipples hardening, poking painfully against her bra.

Madison stared at the chest in front of her. "I'm trying to decide which secret I want," she said. "Which would you prefer? Left or right?"

Before Judy could answer, much less think, Madison removed Judy's bra, taking the left breast into her mouth.

Judy gasped with the feeling of a tongue swirling around her nipple while a skilled hand teased her other nipple between finger and thumb. She smiled as she realized that obviously Madison's motto had once again come into play. 

"That feels wonderful, Madison," she purred into the woman's ear, knowing that Madison would like it from her own admission. "Thank you."

"Another secret, love," Madison said after backing away from Judy's hardened nipple.

"What?" Judy asked. Then, she realized how this had all started. "Okay, tell me why you are doing this to me."

"Another easy one," Madison smiled. "It's because you've been driving me nuts in that t-shirt since the day I moved in."

Judy cupped Madison's face, bringing her close for a kiss. She charted her mouth with her tongue before ending the kiss with a sensual bite at the woman's full bottom lip. "Your turn, Maddy."

The latin temptress let her hazel eyes rake slowly over Judy's entire body. "There are so many secrets that I might like for you to give me," she admitted softly.

"Pick one," Judy encouraged.

Madison gave a child-like pout. "Just one, lovely?"

"Take them all, if you like."

Tan hands moved to unbutton Judy's jeans. Judy did her best not to scream with anticipation as her pants were guided down her legs then tossed absently away. She shivered with delight as she heard, "I want this secret, please."

Madison hooked her arms around Judy's thighs, pulling the woman hips forward. She stopped with her lips, just a breadth away from the small diamond of hair tickling her face. Inhaling this woman's excitement, she felt her nipples harden.

"You're wet," she said, taking in the lovely glisten over this woman's sex.

Judy nodded, running her fingers through long black hair. "You have that affect on me a lot."

Madison's arched her brow curiously. "Do I?"

"Yes. I wished that we could do this for a month now."

"Oh, Judy, you should have told me." Madison's tongue flicked over the woman's swollen clitoris, causing Judy to jerk. "I would have done this for you whenever you wanted it."

Judy closed her eyes as a warm tongue slid up her vaginal lips. It had been much too long since a woman had delved into the depths which Madison was reaching with an alternation between tongue and fingers. As her clitoris once again became the focus of Madison's hungry mouth, she felt the suckling and nibbling intensify. 

The two fingers sliding in and out of her with such skill were greeted by the tightening of her muscles. She felt Madison smile against her with that little trick.

"Faster, please," Judy moaned. She spread her legs, hoping that Madison might go deeper.

Madison knew what Judy wanted and she rammed her fingers deeper into the woman with a hard thrust. Judy cried out in response to her actions but, her inaudible cries soon became eager requests for her to, "Do it, again." and "Harder, Madison. Fuck me harder."

Madison continued to do everything that Judy's soulful voice asked until the woman's instructions ceased, becoming nothing more than a cry that filled her house. She drank every drop of the woman as Judy pulled her mouth tightly against her quivering sex. The nectar of orgasm was her reward for a job well done until the trembling legs slowed their shaking before finally stopping.

Judy clutched Madison, bringing her close for a kiss. Her tongue slide over Madison's lips, tasting her juices all over the woman. "My turn, now," she said, locking eyes with the younger woman.

Releasing her hidden fantasies for this woman, Judy pulled Madison up to her feet. She stood behind the woman, ridding her of the light windbreaker. Her hands grabbed the breasts aching for attention beneath that restrictive sports bra. While her left hand continued to massage and caress Madison's breasts, she kissed the woman roughly, sliding her hand between the woman's legs, stimulating her clitoris through the spandex pants.

Judy pushed the woman's upper body down over the table, then went back to her seat at the table. Sitting down behind the younger woman, she stared at the beautiful form in front of her. Her hands slid over lean thighs then once again went to stimulating the woman through her pants.

How many times had she wanted to do this, Judy wondered. She ripped the crotch of the pants, hearing Madison begin to protest but, she raised her fingers to her lips, signaling for the younger woman to be quiet.

Moving black panties to the side revealed the intimate places of this bronzed vixen. Judy leaned forward devouring the young woman with just as much eagerness as Madison had displayed. 

Madison's grunted moan articulated her surprise at her lover's zeal. 

"You're sweeter than I imagined," Judy said.

Judy withdrew her fingers from their home deep within Madison. She licked her fingers. Then acting impulsively, just as she had in her favorite fantasy, she found a wrinkled orifice, inserting her finger deep within it in one hard thrust. 

"Oh, God!" Madison cried out.

"Has anyone ever had you there?" Judy asked feeling how tight Madison was.

"No," Madison answered not knowing how happy she had just made her new lover.

As Judy's other hand began moving in time with the hand now, deep within her sex, Madison began to feel the initial pain and discomfort begin to be pulled under by the powerful tide of orgasm.

"Faster, Judy," Madison begged.

"Are you going to come?" the older woman asked into Madison's ear.

Madison tensed. "Do you want me to wait?"

"No, lover. Give it to me!"

Judy's hand felt the explosion of wetness against her hand as well as the inner muscles twitching in a wonderful massage around her fingers. She leaned forward, pressing herself against Madison's back. As the young woman breathed in a wild pant, struggling to catch her breath, she whispered into her ear.

"Welcome to the neighborhood."

The End?



Welcome to the Neighborhood



David and I had been saving to buy our own home for three years. We had married in our late 20's and started saving for a home later than most people, I was now 31 and David was 33. The time finally came where we had enough money put away so we could move out of our tiny apartment. We found a nice quiet, established neighborhood with lots of trees. We fell in love with the yellow house on the corner that was for sale. A few weeks later we moved in...

Moving day had been tough. It was a hot day and we moved all our stuff by ourselves. By the end of the day we were exhausted. We were resting in the back yard with a cool beer when the doorbell rang. As I approached the front door I was surprised that nobody was there. Instead, an envelope was wedged inside the screen door. Opening it I saw it was a party invitation. It said, "Welcome to the neighborhood. Come join us for a small celebration in your honor. Just bring yourselves and your sense of humor, all food and drinks will be furnished by your neighbors. Friday at 6:30pm." There was an address listed that was two blocks away.

Friday came quickly and we were getting excited to meet our new neighbors. David had chosen to wear blue jeans and a dark sports shirt. I was being cautious since I didn't know how formal the party would be and I wanted to make a good impression. I wore a simple pleated blue skirt and a white top. I picked out my favorite pair of white laced bikini panties and bra and my sheer, nude, nylons. After slipping on my open-toe high heels, I was ready to party.

We showed up promptly at 6:30pm - surprisingly we were the last ones to arrive. The host of the party, John, greeted us at the door and welcomed us to the neighborhood. Everyone was already drinking and having a good time. People were dressed casually--the guys in jeans and sports shirts and the women in spring outfits. John took us around and introduced us to all the neighbors. Everyone seemed to love the neighborhood and especially commented how fun the people and the parties were. John asked us what we wanted to drink and graciously offered to get it for us. David and I both asked for a beer and in no time John was back with the drinks "Here are two special beers just for our new neighbors", he said. I thought that sounded kind of wierd but I guess he was just being nice. 

The dinner food was brought out and we all indulged in lots to eat. Everyone had gathered in the living room to sit and eat and chat but suddenly the party seemed to be quieting down. David whispered to me "I wonder why everyone stopped talking". 

Just then John walked into the room and announced that we would now start the entertainment for the evening. Everyone cheered and smiled and looked over to where David and I were sitting. That made me start to get nervous. John sat down on the couch and addressed the group. "First, I want to thank Nancy and Jim for providing the entertainment at our parties for the last two years. As you all know, they were the last ones to move into the neighborhood before David and Brianna." Everyone applauded. "But now lets all give a warm welcome to our new neighbors." Everyone clapped again.

"Now David and Brianna, let me explain. We would all like to get to know you two much better. So far we know where you live and work, but we really don't know you intimately. To encourage your participation in the game we are about to play, we've slipped a little something into your drinks that temporarily removes your ability to lie or refuse anyone's request. It's perfectly harmless and will wear off in 6 hours or so, but until then we all want to ask you some questions. Every person in the room will get a chance to ask you to tell us something about yourselves and then ask you to do something." We will have three rounds of questions with a short break between rounds so everyone can get their drinks refreshed. For the rest of the night you two will always smile when asked a question or asked to do something. No matter how you feel inside, your expressions must always seem like you are having a great time. Any questions?"

I looked at David and he looked at me and I said, "I'm sorry John but we really don't want to play, I think we will be leaving now." We got up and were halfway to the door when John said "Stop! Now return to your seats and lets begin." Despite our attempts to keep going our legs refused to walk any further. Instead we found ourselves involuntarily turning around and walking back to our seats.

John said, "You will not try to leave the party for the rest of the night until I tell you it's OK to do so. Now, we have some rules for our game and the rules for round one are: 'No full nudity' and for round one only the men can ask David questions and only the women can ask Brianna questions. The theme for round one is "Discovering Your Neighbor's Underwear." Everyone laughed. Each person will get a turn to ask one question and one follow up command of their man or woman per round. David and Brianna, when you answer you will stand and walk over to and face the person asking the question. The men can begin". I looked at David and whispered to him "I'm scared, why did he say 'no full nudity'?"

A man from a couple seated near the front window spoke next. (man) "David, are you a brief or boxer man?" David immediately rose to his feet and walked over to the man, and said real quietly, "I prefer wearing briefs". 

(man) "Why don't you let us see what kind of briefs you're wearing by stripping down to just your underwear, and as you remove each article of clothing fold it neatly and give it as a gift to one of your new neighbors."

David paused for a moment, glanced back at me with a helpless look on his face and then returned to his questioner and grasped the bottom of his shirt and lifted it over his head. Some of the people in the room gasped when they saw David's smooth chest and stomach -- not overly muscular but not a trace of fat or softness either. David took great pride in working out every day and it really showed. He folded his shirt and gave it to a couple. Next he shed one shoe and then the other, and took off his socks and gave them away. He unbuttoned his jeans and slowly opened the zipper--I could see his hands trembling. He hooked his thumbs in his jeans waistband and pulled them down and off his legs. He had chosen to wear a pair of his white CK string bikini briefs that morning and they were so tiny and tight they barely covered him up. David's face turned crimson red as he faced the audience in only his little underpants. He removed his wallet and keys and folded his jeans and gave them away. People in the room started clapping and John indicated that he could return to his seat now. David returned to his seat in his underwear. He whispered to me "No matter how hard I tried not to strip I found myself doing it anyway."

(woman) "Brianna, it's your turn to tell us what kind of panties you like to wear."

Suddenly, I found myself standing up and walking over to where the woman sat. I couldn’t believe I heard myself saying, "Mostly, I like bikinis with lots of lace but sometimes I wear thongs."

(woman) "Show us what you have on under that pretty blue skirt and white top by undressing down to your panties and bra, giving away your clothes like David did.".

I panicked, yet instinctively my body began to move on its own. I slipped my shoes off and handed them away. Then I grasped my skirt waistband, I fought all urges to not go any further but it was no use, I pulled my skirt down and watched as it gathered in a heap on the floor. I picked it up and folded it neatly and found a couple who hadn't received any clothes yet and gave it to them. Some people in the crowd commented how nice my panties looked. I slid my fingers beneath my nylons and slowly pushed them down to my feet and then off and bunched them up and gave them away. Now there was just my blouse that had to come off to fulfill their instructions so I grabbed the bottom and pulled it up over my breasts and off my head and folded it and handed it to a woman sitting nearby. The air felt cold on my naked skin and I could feel my nipples begin to tighten under my bra from the coldness. My entire body was shaking in embarrassment and fear. I covered the transparent lace in my panties with my left hand and my chest with my right arm. John spoke up and said "Brianna, you're very pretty, you shouldn't try to cover yourself up like that. For the rest of the evening you and David will not try to conceal your nudity with your hands." My hands immediately returned to my sides. "You may return to your seat now". I ran back to David and sat back down. We were both trembling from our nervousness and anticipation of what would come next.

(man) "David" David rose and walked over to the man. "Do you like the panties that Brianna is wearing?" David looked toward me and answered, "Yes". "Then why don't you take Brianna back to one of the bedrooms and exchange panties with her. She can wear your bikini briefs and you can wear her lace panties. That way she won't feel so uncomfortable in those see through lace panties. Ask her, I'm sure she will agree." David walked back to me and held out his hand and said "Will you come to the bedroom and exchange underwear with me?" I took his hand and walked with him back to a bedroom.

When we got to the bedroom we closed the door. We both started to remove our underpants and then exchanged with each other. David pulled my panties up over his cock but the material didn't cover everything just right. The crotch was too small to completely cover his balls and his cock was clearly visible through the transparent lace. David's string bikini briefs didn't fit me well either, the back was too tight and the front was loose where his cock would have been. I said to him "If this is just round one I can't imagine what round three will be like." "I know, but there isn't anything we can do about it." They were calling us from the living room so we opened the door to return. As we walked out of the hallway into the living room a wave of laughter and then applause erupted from the party. We quickly returned to our seats and the noise finally settled down.

(woman) "Brianna, please take David for a stroll around the room to model your new choices in panties".

We stood and walked from couple to couple, pausing briefly at each. For the first time I noticed that John had a video camera and was recording our every move. As we made our way across the room "my briefs" kept creeping up my ass, I had to continually adjust them. Finally, we returned full circle to our chair and sat back down.

John then stopped recording and said "If there are no objections, lets take a five minute break and then start round 2. John addressed me and David and said, "during the breaks you two will offer to serve drinks to everyone. You can start now." David and I stood and walked over to the first couple and asked them if they would like a new drink. They both answered "yes, a beer." The man was looking at my pussy and the woman was staring at David's cock, never looking into our eyes. David and I split up to make the rounds go quicker, he took one couple while I took another.

Ten minutes later John began his instructions for round 2, "The theme for round 2 is Exploring Your Neighbor's Body Through Their Own Self Pleasure. In this round, The men will ask Brianna questions and the ladies will ask David. I believe it's the women's turn to begin."

(woman) "David" David rose and addressed the woman. "Do you enjoy wearing Brianna's panties in front of us all?" David answered, "No". "Then why don't you remove them and give them to someone in the audience who would appreciate a pair of woman's panties." David reached for the waistband of my panties and slowly pushed them down and off his legs. He handed them to a lady sitting close by. He had a habit of keeping his balls shaved and he had just shaved this morning. As he straightened up everyone could see his bare balls. The crowd giggled and whispered and pointed at his balls as David turned bright red again. His cock was totally deflated and was only about 3 inches long. As he headed for his seat, now totally naked, John said, "Oh, I forgot to mention, in round 2 you and Brianna will remain standing between your turns." David stopped when he got to me and remained standing. I could see him fighting to try and cover up–-but it was no use. 

(man) "Brianna" I stood and went over to him. "My wife would really like your bra as a souvenir and I'd like David's briefs." I thought to myself "no, please" but on the outside I just smiled and pushed each strap off my shoulders and reached behind my back with both hands and unclasped my bra. I let it fall off my breasts and reluctantly handed it to the man's wife--I felt so humiliated. Trembling, I hooked my thumbs in the CK string bikini waistband and slowly pulled them down and off and handed them to the man. I too did a mini-shave once a week and kept the remaining patch of hair cut quite short. I stood there, naked, my partially shaved mound in plain site, in front of all those clothed people with all our clothes in their laps. I turned around and walked back to David and noticed again that John was capturing everything on video tape. I stood next to David, waiting for the next question.

After what seemed like an eternity waiting for the next question, a woman finally said, "David, come over here and lets talk about improving the size of that penis of yours." David walked over near the woman. "I'd like to see how you masturbate, except for right now I want to do everything you normally do when you masturbate without actually touching your cock, anything else is fine." David stood still thinking for a moment, too embarrassed to begin, but then slowly started stroking his balls with his right hand. His left hand moved to his chest and he began to rub and pull his nipples with his thumb and fingers. Every once in awhile his left hand rubbed his stomach and butt, but his right hand never left his nuts. Several of the women began giggling. The woman said, "Now go stand by your wife and continue working on yourself while your wife takes her turn." David waddled back to me, rubbing and stroking as he went. His cock was getting slightly larger.

(man) "Brianna, I want you to go to the kitchen and find your favorite piece of fruit or vegetable that looks like David's cock. Hurry off now." I found myself skipping into the kitchen and searching for a piece of fruit. I figured a banana would be closer than a zucchini or cucumber so I picked off a banana from the bunch on the counter and hurried back to the party. Someone had placed a bar stool in the middle of the room. "Please have a seat Brianna." I sat down. "Look, Brianna and a banana. Now I want you to demonstrate with the banana how you use David's cock to bring yourself pleasure. Spread your legs wide and don't stop until you are told to do so." Hesitating, I slowly opened my legs and took the banana and began to push it between my pussy lips. It didn't budge since I was quite nervous and dry. 

After trying to push it into my body for several minutes with no success, the man said "Brianna, why don’t you ask one of the women in the room for some lubricant. I said "Could one of you please get me something I could use to make this banana slippery?" One woman got up and ran back to the bathroom. She returned with a tube of vaginal jelly. I reached out to thank her and take it from her but she just said "Oh, I’ll do it." I thought, oh my god, no, I’ve never been touched that way by a woman before. She squeezed a large amount of jelly on her fingers and slipped them inside my pussy. It was cold and wet and I jumped. But soon her fingers were sliding in and out with ease. She gave them one last little wiggle inside me and said, "There that should help. Now give it a try." I inched the banana inside me. This time it slid right in. It was wider than her two fingers and actually felt good tucked tight into my pussy.

(woman) "David, you don't seem to be having much luck growing your little friend. Maybe you should ask the guys in the room for help." David looked around at the men in the room and then said out loud, "Would one of you help me?" A man sitting near the window said "Sure David, come over here." David walked over to the man while still rubbing his balls and pinching his nipples, which were both quite red now. The man examined David's cock closely and then told David to turn around and face the audience and place both his hands behind his neck and spread his legs. David assumed the prone position as instructed and the man then reached from behind and grabbed his penis. David was horrified as he looked down at his cock being held by another man. The man started stroking it slowly, and despite David's attempt to remain soft, his cock started to grow. David jumped when the man's other hand reached under his buns and started massaging his balls. In about five minutes David's cock was stretching to his full seven inches and the look on his face told me he wasn't far from cumming. The woman said, "OK, that's enough boys, we don't want any accidents, just yet." The man told David for the rest of the night if his penis began to get soft that he was to stroke it just like he showed him until it got hard again. David walked back over to me, too embarrassed to look at me.

I was still busy with the banana, pushing it in and out. The man who asked me to get the fruit then instructed me to stop. "Now Brianna, remove your banana, peel it and stick it back in." I said that I was afraid it might break off inside me if I did that. He just told me not to squeeze too hard and I should be OK. I peeled the banana, and set the peel on the floor, and slowly pushed it back inside, being so careful not to tighten my pussy muscles. Once it was all the way in the man said "OK, now place your hands behind your head , look up at me and smile." I did as instructed and a camera flash went off in my face. 

Everyone laughed. John said "OK, that's enough for round 3. Lets take a small break before we begin our final round." He looked at David and me and said "Entertainers, after you clean up your mess, please see if our guests would like more drinks." I slowly pulled the banana out and picked up the peel and ran to the kitchen to throw it out. I began to perform my now routine waitressing duties. It still felt weird walking around the room totally naked when everyone else was clothed. When I asked people if they'd like another drink, they often answered with some kind of little joke or comment like "Well, what kind of drinks do you have? Do you have any natural juices?" Then as I made my way through the crowd, people would pat my behind or touch my boobs. David was having the same problem, some of the ladies would touch his balls or take hold of his hard penis while he was asking for their drink orders. One woman grabbed his penis and asked him if she could get a homemade drink from this thing.

Soon it was time to begin round 3. John recited the rules for this round, "Round 3, our final round, is titled 'Spousal Relations'. In this round our entertainers will prove to us that they have consummated their marriage. The men will address David, and the women Brianna. This time the women can go first.

(woman) "Brianna, lets give David a little sign that you need him. Stand up and put both hands on the stool and place your left foot up on this coffee table." I did as instructed leaving my pussy wide open for everyone to stare at. I stood motionless like that for several minutes. Everybody was watching me but nobody said anything. David was looking at me with anticipation of what would be asked of him next.

(man) "David, have you noticed your wife is giving you body signals that it's OK to do something? What do you think she wants you to do?" David looked at me and then said to the man, "She wants me to enter her?" "That's right David. Go over and put your cock inside her and pump her until your cock explodes".




Welcome to the Neighborhood



David walked up behind me and rested his hands on my hips. Then he reached around with his right hand and found my opened pussy lips and used his left hand to guide his penis in. I felt the head push aside my pussy lips and slowly inch its way deep into my canal. Once safely inside, he began pumping slowly, in and out. His hands returned to my hips and then slid around to my stomach and chest. He began pinching and pulling both of my nipples. His pumping and rubbing got me more and more excited and I started pushing back into his body to force him in deeper. I looked around the room as everyone watched me and David do it. People were watching our every move. John was walking around with his camera to get different close up shots. I felt ashamed yet excited by the idea of everyone being able to see us in our most private of moments. I could feel David getting closer and closer to exploding. All of a sudden he slid his hand down my tummy and over my mound. He carefully started rubbing his finger over my clit. I couldn't stand it any longer and I whispered, "David that's going to make me cum." Saying that threw him over the edge, I heard him grunt and then I could feel his cock exploding inside me. That was all it took to make me cum too. I held on tightly to the stool and screamed with an intense wave of pleasure as the orgasm hit me. It pulsated through my vagina three times before I finally regained control. Everyone applauded and I turned bright red. David slowly pulled his softening cock out and I could feel our juices leaking and dripping down my thighs. John said "you two can use the bathroom to clean up--there are some towels in the closet." We quickly made our way to the bathroom, cum dripping out my pussy quickly now.

When we got to the bathroom I got some towels from the closet. As I wiped off my legs and held the towel on my pussy I looked at David and said "That was the most humiliating experience of my life. How will we ever be able to face these people again?" David said, I don't know, they all seemed to like it though. Lets just stay in here for a while." "How are we going to get home tonight? They have all our clothes and we live two blocks away?" 

Just then there was a knock on the door. It was John, "Come back and join the party you two. The entertainment part of the show is over. You can just be yourselves now. Come and get yourselves a drink."

"Right, be ourselves with no clothes while everyone else watches us." Since we were still under the influence of the drug, and were instructed to rejoin the party, we had no choice but to return. David started stroking his soft cock and I said "Why are you doing that now?" He said he was still under instructions to do it whenever his cock got soft until the evening was over. With David stroking his cock, we left our bathroom sanctuary and walked back to the living room. Everyone was standing and chatting between themselves. We each got a beer and tried to act normal, as normal as possible standing there naked. Several couples came up to us and said how much they enjoyed our performance. Nancy and Jim stopped over and said that they knew just how we felt. They were horrified at first when it happened to them but after awhile they came to enjoy putting on shows for their neighbors. They said the first time was definitely the hardest. 

John eventually stopped by to give us our final instructions for the night. We had to remain at the party until most of the guests left. He had retrieved our shoes so we could run home fast through the back yards if we wanted to. He told us that he had taken lots of photos of us with his digital and video camera, and if we told anyone about this evening, or refused to join them at future parties, then he would post the pictures on his web site and e-mail them to people at our work.

David and I mingled for another two hours in the buff, David stroking his cock now and then to keep it rock solid. When most of the guests had left, we put our shoes on, gathered my purse and David's wallet and keys, and left the party. It was a cold summer evening, and after making sure there were no cars driving by, we streaked home to our new home.

Nobody said anything for days. Two weeks went by without any signs of the party. Just when we were beginning to wonder if it really happened, we received a small envelope in our screen door. It was an invitation to another party. I opened it and read it out loud to David "You are invited to a party at Peter and Sara's cabin in the woods. Just bring yourselves and your sense of humor, all food and drinks will be furnished by the neighborhood. Friday at 6:30pm. Special entertainment featuring 'Brianna and her Banana' and 'Davy in his Panties'." There were two pictures of us --David in my panties and me with the peeled banana sticking out from between my legs. I looked at David and felt my heart thumping with excitement...

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This is my first attempt at writing a story. Please let me know what you think. If you're wondering if I'd like this to happen to me in real life, well actually...absolutely! 



Welcome to the Neighborhood



Kristen looked around her living room...boxes everywhere. She had moved into this place a few days ago and she still had no ideas what was in all these boxes. It's funny, she thought to herself as she looked around, how much stuff one can accumulate over the years. She placed her glass of wine on the windowsill and sat on the floor, ready to sort through as much as she could tonight. She sat cross-legged on the floor and reached for a box, her legs held together, she used her arms to crawl along the floor, her long brown hair draping across her breasts, a few strands falling into her cleavage as she stretched and pulled the box closer to her. She brushed her hair away from her blue eyes and began to sort through the box. Books, photos, CD's, papers...she really should have packed a bit better. She placed the books to her left and got up. She walked to her bookcase and placed the books on the top shelf, her shirt rising over her sensuous body, coming right up to her breasts. She turned and grabbed her wine from the window and sipped it slowly, her eyes drifting out the window and across to the building next door.

She noticed a light go on. Kristen turned her eyes towards the light, wanting to see what was going on. She saw a man walk in the room. He was tall, well built, dark eyes, glasses and very attractive. He took off his coat and hung in it his closet. As he turned, she stared at his ass. Very nice, she thought to herself as she smiled slightly at the sight of him. He left the room, leaving the light on and Kristen sipped her wine, still watching the window, waiting his return. She no sooner put the wine glass down when he came back into the room with a glass of water. He placed the glass down on his desk and removed his shirt, his smooth chest exposed. He began to caress it with it both hands, pinching his nipples lightly as he sat down in front of a laptop at his desk. Kristen watched as he did, becoming slightly aroused at the sight of it. 

She thought maybe she shouldn't be watching, when he suddenly turned his head in her direction, his eyes locked on hers. She felt the blush rise to her cheeks as she tried to smile at him, very embarrassed by herself. He smiled back at her and stood up from his chair, walking towards the window, his gaze never leaving Kristen. She was a bit surprised as he started to undo his pants, slipping them off his hips and letting them fall to the floor, exposing his black silk boxers and smiling even more at her. She amazed herself when she became more visible in the window and grinned at him, her arousal growing with anticipation of his next move. Her hand slid into the top of her shirt, slipping beneath it as she lightly touched her collarbone, trailing her fingers along it lightly, shifting against the wall as she watched him. He slipped off his boxers and tossed them to the side, completely naked, caressing his chest again as he stood in front of the window, watching to make sure Kristen was still watching, Her hand slipped a bit more into her shirt as she watched him, slowly working its way to her nipple as she touched it lightly, sighing heavily as she felt it harden to her touch. 

He grabbed his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly, almost teasingly as he smiled even wider at her. His other hand still caressing his chest as he stroked, he tilted his head back a bit and opened his mouth. She imagined a soft, deep moaning coming from his lips and removed her hand from her shirt and began to slip it down her shorts, pushing her hand beneath her thong as touching her pussy lightly, the sight of him too much to contain herself any longer. Her excitement at his little display overtaking her every action, she moved her body away from his view, still making sure he could see her watching. He sat back down in his chair, leaning his back into it as he stroked his cock a bit faster, pinching his nipples a bit more as his eyes closed briefly, the pleasure sweeping over his body.

The excitement was too much for Kristen to handle. She reached deep into her shorts and began to rub her clit through her thong, massaging the satin of it against her roughly, reveling in the feeling as she moaned softly, never taking her eyes of her neighbor. Her pussy becoming wetter with each movement from her hand, she slowly pushed the thong aside and slipped two fingers inside her, her eyes fluttering closed as she watched.

He saw the excitement in her eyes, he knew she was pleasuring herself with his every action. He watched her face, seeing the joy she was getting by watching and he felt he should do more to keep her watching. He slowly rose out of the chair and walked over to his bed. He grabbed a small bottle of lube and poured some in his hand, he was determined to put on a good show for such an admiring audience. He laid down the bed, his head towards the window as he gripped his cock tightly in his hand. Pushing his hips up lightly in her direction as he stroked his cock, spreading the lube over it, the warming sensation overwhelming his senses. 

He closed his eyes and stroked a bit more slowly, not wanting to get excited to quickly. She watched as if under a hypnotic spell, as her fingers slid easily from her pussy, pushing them in deep as she watched. His body a sight to see, his smooth chest, his firm thighs...it only made her wetter to see it. She closed her eyes tightly and let a small moan escape her lips as she came softly, her pussy spasming around her fingers. She opened her eyes slowly and stared down at him, her fingers still buried inside her pussy as she watched the smile grow larger on his face. He knew she came, everything about him just knew she did, and he wanted her to do it again. He slid to the top of the bed, resting his head on his pillows, giving her a side angle of his cock. He slowly slid his hand along it, glancing over to see her face as he did. She smiled as she watched him, curling her fingers inside her pussy, the sight of his cock, bringing a smile to her face as he began to stroke it a bit faster, pulling lightly on it as his other hand crept down and began to caress his balls, his eyes closed tightly as he clenched his teeth, his chest rising and falling heavily.

The facial expressions were too much for Kristen to bear. She quickly slid a third finger deep inside her, thrusting them hard and fast in her pussy, struggling to keep her eyes open, her moaning becoming a bit louder with each thrust from her hand. She watched him intently, rubbing his cock furiously, his eyes opening to meet her across the way, crying out loudly towards her, causing her to cum instantly as she felt her pussy soak her fingers once again. Her head tilted back and he knew she came again, his own excitement rising quickly, he got off the bed and headed back to his chair, pounding his cock relentlessly, pinching his nipple as he glanced up to make sure she was watching.

She watched as his hand slid faster and faster along his cock, his body tensing as he exploded against his chest, his head hanging over the back of the chair, his hand still tightly wrapped around his cock. She slowly removed her hands from her shorts, still watching as he picked his head up and cleaned himself up and put his boxers on. He grabbed his drink and headed for the window. She picked up her glass of wine and stood more in the window, facing him more then she had before. He took a hardy sip from his glass and smiled at her, flashing his charming smile. She smiled at him and glanced at the clock, making sure she knew when to see him again. He backed from the window slowly, blowing her a kiss and giving her a small wave before closing his curtains. She waved back and smiled, knowing full well she'd being seeing him again, and walked away from the window, returning to her boxes. What a welcome, she thought to herself and laughed to herself as she returned to her unpacking.



Welcome to the Neighborhood



"Here we are," said Fred, turning the moving van on to Washington Avenue.

Amber reached over to grab his arm. "I hope this is a good idea."

"Everything will be fine," replied her husband.

"This is all my fault. If it wasn't for me, we wouldn't need to do this."

"Honey, it's alright. Things will work themselves out."

"Are they all black?"

"As far as I could tell. Quit worrying. It's an older neighborhood. No gangs or drugs. I've checked it all out. The crime rate is low. It's fine. We'll get ourselves back on our feet and move out in a few years. There's our new house." As the van pulled up to the driveway, several older black people turned to watch them.

Fred and Amber Gertz were both 25 and had been married for three years. Fred was a pretty successful pharmaceutical rep for a large firm and quite successful. Amber had been a legal aid, but had recently gotten fired for gambling on the job. Amber had been introduced to gambling while the couple honeymooned in Las Vegas. She had quickly lost the original stake she had brought along for betting and had made three trips to the ATM as the week progressed. Fred had noticed it was getting difficult to pull Amber away from the slots even for passionate newlywed sex, but he had thought nothing of it at the time. As several years passed, Amber had increasingly played the lottery, bought hundreds in scratch off tickets, joined football and basketball pools at her job even though she knew nothing about sports. She ran up large amounts of credit card debt and Fred had finally taken notice when her car got repossessed. Their credit bad and burdened by a large debt, Fred decided to sell their home, move to a new state, and start from scratch.

Fred had located a decent home in an economically depressed black neighborhood. The area had been lower to upper middle class at one time and the prices were too low to pass up. He did have a two hour commute to his new office which meant he would be away from home twelve hours a day. Amber would start looking for work as soon as they moved into their new home. For now, Fred had put everything of value in his name and was giving Amber an allowance to get her gambling under control.

Fred got out of the van and saw two black men staring at him over a fence several houses away. Both men were older, gray haired, and one was rather fat. Fred waved. His hand froze in midair when he realized, they weren't waving back, just staring. Fred lowered his hand and frowning, he turned to help his wife down out of the truck. They saw several more black men and women watching them as they moved in. Fred tried again to wave and be friendly, but the most he got was a nod from one.

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Fred wiped some sweat off his brow. He started the tiller back up and finished plowing a section of his back yard for Amber to plant a garden. Two of his black neighbors were sitting on a porch drinking beer. They were watching him work, but still hadn't acknowledged him. Fred had never given any thought to reverse racism, but now he knew what it felt like to be a black man moving into an all white neighborhood. Well screw them, he didn't need friends anyway. He'd meet some at work. Amber didn't care either. She was distrustful of blacks and would have been content to have them stay next door, but Fred wished they could have at least a casual relationship with the neighbors. Fred returned the tiller to the garage and entered his house.

"Holy shit!" Fred couldn't help himself when he walked in on his wife changing.

"Like what you see?" Amber smiled at him as she pulled her bikini panties up to cover her bare crotch. 

"You know I do, sexy." Fred nodded towards the bed. "Wanna have some afternoon delight?" His drop dead gorgeous wife was pulling some cut off daisy dukes up over her ass. She was bare breasted, her firm double D's, thrust out, nipples erect and pointing upwards. Put her in a barn wearing a cowboy hat and this could have been a perfect pinup poster. 

Amber giggled and said, "Maybe later, after I get the tomatoes planted." She bent to scoop up her bikini top.

"It's a date," said Fred adjusting himself. This was the reason he hadn't divorced her after she'd gotten them in financial trouble. Amber was one sexy lady. Not to mention that she was kind and compassionate and he loved her very much. Fred wasn't much to look at. He fit the Bill Gates image, a rather scrawny, computer nerd in glasses. Amber on the other hand, was built like a stripper. She had long golden brown hair that matched her name. Her eyes were green and so big they gave her an innocent look. Her lips were full and pouty. Her skin was very white and unblemished except for the occasional freckle. Fred didn't know her measurements, but her figure was a perfect hourglass. Her waist was long and thin and her legs were fit from jogging. She was actually several inches taller then Fred's 5'8". Her breasts were simply magnificent. They were large and firm. They looked fake, but were 100% natural. Each breasts had a large areola, but the color was so faint as to nearly blend in with her skin except for the actual nipple which was often very erect and blood engorged making them much darker. They looked like half inch erasers capping off perfect breasts. Her breasts were so large, she complained of back trouble and often leaned forward when she walked. Amber considered getting reduction surgery, but Fred wouldn't hear of it. Maybe when she got older and they started to sag some, but not now. She strapped the black bikini top on and winked at him as she left the room. 

Fred went to take a shower. Afterwards, he was still nude when he walked over to the window to check on Amber. Their bedroom looked right down on the recently tilled ground. Amber was bent over, digging a hole for a tomato plant. Her moon-shaped ass was thrust up towards Fred and he could see the jean shorts hugging it tightly. Fred could also see that the two old black men had moved from the porch and were leaning over the fence watching Amber. Fred quickly got dressed.

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"I tells ya, thems real."

"They sho is ripe and juicy."

"Ahem," said Fred clearing his throat as he walked around the corner of the house and surprised the two black men. "How's it going?"

"Oh, hello there neighbor," said one of the black men.

"We was just talking about your wife's tomatoes," said the other, grinning and holding out his hand.

Fred took it and shook it. "You into horticulture?"

"I discovered whore-tee-culture in the Navy."

"I see," said Fred not really understanding how someone in the navy might develop an interest in gardening. "I'm Fred Gertz and that's my wife Amber."

"I'm Amos Smith." Amos was the one into horticulture. He was a black man pushing seventy and still a physical giant of a man. He was big and muscular, though his muscles had tightened up as he aged. Amos had shaved his head making himself look younger, though he kept a gray goatee. This guy had forty-five years on Fred and there was no doubt in Fred's mind that he wouldn't last more then a few minutes in a ring with the guy. 

"I'm Walker." The second black man held out his hand and Fred took it. He assumed Walker was his last name. He was probably mid-sixties and had a huge beer gut. He was pretty obese, though his arms were still pretty muscular and one had a USMC tattoo on the bicep. Walker had a bald pate and close cropped gray hair around his head. He also had a gold tooth in the front.

Fred released Walker's hand. "I was starting to think I wasn't welcome here. You never returned my waves."

"Sorry about that. I never saw you. I'm a little blind in one eye."

Both his eyes looked fine to Fred, bright and alert even, but he felt relief to know that his neighbors weren't anti-white or anything. "I understand."

"I'd like to say hi to the missus," said Amos."

"I'll call her over." Fred turned to look at his wife. She was still kneeling in the dirt. She had noticed them, but had made no move to join them. "Amber, come on over and say hi to the neighbors."

Amber tried to stare down Fred before reluctantly getting up. Fred realized what was bothering her, but it was too late. Amber wasn't fond of showing off her body to strangers even at the beach. She was a borderline nudist around her husband, but with anyone else and she was shy. Here she was now dressed like a slut farm girl and about to introduce herself to two old black men. The two black men never took their eyes off her as she approached. Fred felt a little proud to have the neighbors so envious of the beauty he had married. "I'm Amber." She shook their hands then immediately held her arm across her chest. Her nipples were typically erect and pushing out her top.

"I'm Walker."

"And you are?"

"Delighted to have such a young beautiful woman in this neighborhood."

"That's a long name," said Amber blushing.

"Call me Amos then."

The foursome was interrupted by someone calling out Walker's name. "We're back here," replied Walker.

Two more black men walked around the corner of Walker's house. "Well what is it we had to rush over to see?" yelled one.

"Yep, where's the fire?" said the other. He froze when he saw Amber. 

"Ah, just something I wanted to show you guys in the house," said Walker. "Come meet Fred and Amber, the new neighbors. These hooligans live further down the street."

"Howdy, Frank Beane." Frank shook both Fred and Amber's hands. Frank was skinny and probably pushing eighty, but seemed full of life. He was a tall, lanky man. He had a full head of gray hair. His limbs seemed elongated. He had big long hands and long arms as well as legs.

"Dick Long," said the fourth black man. He didn't extend his hands to shake them.

"His momma and daddy named him that cause it's true," laughed Frank."

Dick Long gave Frank a fake grin revealing several missing teeth. He was probably the youngest of the four black men, but still in his fifties. Like Amos, he was big and muscular too. He had African features, very dark skin and a flat nose. His eyes were deep set, giving him an unfriendly look. He barely nodded at Fred and just seemed satisfied to stare at Amber. His emotionless stare made her uncomfortable and she shuffled behind her husband to block Dick's view.

"Your tomatoes are planted too close little lady," said Walker. "You should space them at least a foot apart."

"Thanks for the advice. I'm going to go fix them now. Nice meeting you fellows." Amber turned to walk away and Fred was aware of four black heads cocking to watch her go. Some of Amber's ass was poking out from under the tiny shorts until she reached back and adjusted them.

"Hey, Franksandbeans," said Walker. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

Frank grinned. "Fred here makes five."

"You play poker white boy?" asked Amos.

"Some." Fred didn't appreciate being called a white boy.

"Our buddy Lou died sixth months ago and we were looking for a fifth player. "Stakes ain't too bad. We each put in about fifty dollars and usually play winner take all unless the game runs late. Games are Friday nights, starts about eight.

"Sounds fun."

"See ya in six days then. We switch houses usually. This week will be in my basement. New guy buys the beer."

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Fred showed up at Walker's house promptly at eight the following Friday carrying two cases of Miller light under his arms. Walker let him in and led him down to the basement. Amos, Frank, and Dick were already sitting at a card table playing blackjack. They all greeted him pretty warmly except for Dick who didn't acknowledge him at all. Fred set the miller light on a counter and Walker began loading it into a mini cooler.

"I'd better go easy on this," said Amos taking a beer. "I'm not used to the good stuff."

Fred frowned, thinking he was being teased for not buying better beer, but then he noticed the room was filled with empty cans of very cheap beer and he realized Amos was being serious.

"Lets play," grunted Dick, speaking for the first time.

The five sat around the poker table and Amos dealt first. "That sure is a fine piece of ass ya married, Fred."

"Thanks, I guess."

"Yeah man, you married up," grinned Fred.

Fred knew he had married above his looks, but didn't like being reminded of it. "I'm a lucky man."

"If she were my wife I wouldn't be over here playing poker with four old farts like us," said Walker.

"White boys don't know how to treat a woman," grunted Dick glowering at Fred. Dick's deep set eyes made Fred uncomfortable.

"I do just fine, thanks," replied Fred. "How about you guys, are you married?"

Walker sighed. "Widowed."

"Married fifty years," said Frank proudly, "with five children and eighteen grand kids."

"Divorced," said Amos.

"Divorced," grunted Dick.

"Long Dick left out divorced, divorced, and divorced," Frank quipped.

"Fuck you, Franksandbeans. Deal the cards," said Dick.

"Sorry to hear that," said Fred to Walker who looked sad since mentioning he was widowed. "How long has your wife been gone?"

"three years as of last week. I miss her every day. I miss her smile. I miss her laugh. I miss her cooking."

"You miss her blow jobs." Dick got up to get another beer. "So do I."

Walker gave Dick the finger. "I'm gonna go drain the monster." He glowered at Dick.

Frank leaned over and whispered to Fred, "Dick made Walker's wife suck his dick once over a poker bet. He never let Walker forget it."

"Serves him right for bragging about her so much," said Dick overhearing the conversation. "She may have been good sucking Walker's little ten inch dick, but she gagged sucking on a really big one. Swallowed every bit of my cum though. Came back for more a couple times too."

"Here he comes. Shut up about his wife." Amos punched Dick in the arm.

"What about you, white boy?" Dick asked. "I bet your wife sucks a mean dick. Those big lips were built for sucking cock."

Fred was starting to feel sorry he agreed to play with these guys. "We don't do that," said Fred shifting in his seat. He regretted it almost immediately and wished he had told the big black guy that it was none of his business. 

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"It means, she doesn't like to do that."

"So? You push her to the ground and you shove your cock down her throat. Then you move her head up and down your cock. I ain't never heard such nonsense. Women do what you fucking tell them to do. She don't like to do that. What the fuck?"

"Black women know how to treat cock," added Amos.

"Don't you want her to suck your dick?" Dick was not done ribbing Fred yet.

"Sure, I guess."

"Look white boy. You leave here tonight. You walk on home, wake your wife up, and shove your dick down her throat. It don't matter whether she wants to, likes to, or what-the-fuck-ever."

"I'm not going to do that."

"Pussy!"

"Maybe that's why you've been divorced four times." The room went so silent you could hear a pin drop and Fred instantly regretted it. It had been perhaps the bravest thing he had ever said. He felt instant relief when Dick chuckled.

"You're alright white boy." Dick got up and grabbed another beer and gave one to Fred. "For the record, no woman has ever divorced me because of sex. They divorced me because I'm a mean drunk sonofabitch and I can't keep my big black cock in my pants."

"Ya got that right," added Walker.

"Yep," said Frank.

Dick sat and took the cards to deal. "In fact, I could call up any of my ex's and fuck them tonight if I wanted and two of them remarried. Tell ya what white boy. I'm gonna get your dick sucked for you."

Fred said the second bravest thing in his life. "I'm starting to wonder about this fascination you have with my dick, Dick."

The room broke out into laughter. Frank guffawed and slapped Fred on the back. The only one who didn't laugh was Dick, but he grinned. He wasn't as scary looking when he grinned. "I was serious, but if you don't want your wife to suck your dick that's fine with me. Just trying to do you a fucking favor. If you don't want to know my plan, fuck you."

The laughter had settled. "Just kidding," said Fred, "but I'm curious, what's your plan?"

"We get her to play poker with us. We can feed her some good hands and you can force her out of the game unless she bets a blow job for when you get home."

"Can't do that," replied Fred.

"Why not?" prompted Dick.

"Amber has a... She can't... What I'm trying to say is that she got us into trouble... She can't handle gambling."

"You don't say," said Dick.

"Leave him alone, Dick," said Walker. "This is clearly something he doesn't want to discuss."

"It's ok. It feels good to get off my chest." Fred explained how Amber had gotten hooked in Vegas and how their troubles had progressed from there.

"Nothing to be ashamed of Fred," said Amos. "We all have our problems and weaknesses."

Frank took the cards for the deal. "Enough talk, ladies. Lets play some serious poker."

The rest of the night went a lot friendlier and Fred went home with twenty extra dollars in his pocket. He stripped in his room watching the gentle rise and fall of the sheets as Amber slept. She would be naked under the covers and his dick started to rise. He imagined walking over to her and pulling the covers off. He'd shove his dick down her throat as she woke up in surprise. Yeah, that would work in a perfect world. He looked down at his penis, hard, and straining to make five inches. Dick had called Walker's penis little at ten inches and claimed his was thirteen. Those old black men were probably full of crap. Amber wouldn't go for the forced blow job thing, but she never turned down sex. He climbed in bed behind her and nudged her ass with his stiff penis until she awoke and parted her legs for him.

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Fred and Amber were just about to sit down together and watch a movie when the doorbell rang. Fred answered the door and was surprised to see the four black men there. Amos was carrying a case of Old Milwaukee. "You trying to ditch the game, white boy?" said Dick.

Fred was silent. He hadn't had a good time during last weeks game and had spent the week avoiding his neighbors so as not to get invited to another game. "Sorry fellas, money is a little tight this week."

"Then we'll spot ya," said Walker stepping up to the door.

"Come on in," sighed Fred stepping aside.

"Fred, what's going on?" asked Amber standing up from off the couch. She looked dumbfounded to see the old black men shuffle into her living room. Amber was wearing just panties and a tee shirt. She grasped the hem and pulled the shirt down to cover her panties. This had the effect of making the tee shirt tighten around her large bosom and showing off her nipples.

"Sorry, honey. The guys here want to play some poker."

"Oh. Alright then. I guess we'll just have to postpone our alone time." Amber checked out the black men to see if she had made any of them feel guilty enough to leave them alone, but they just stared at her chest. "I'll run upstairs and change."

"Don't feel you have to change on our account little lady," said Walker.

Amber snorted. "I'll be right back." She released the tee shirt's hem when she reached the stairs. Four black heads turned to watch her climb the stairs. As her firm calves tensed with each step, the tee shirt rode up her back giving each man a view of Amber's tight ass gripped by lacy black panties.

"We can use the kitchen table," said Fred. He took the beer and filled the refrigerator after handing each black man a can and taking one for himself. Walker had his poker chip set and cards. He quickly gave each man the standard $50 in chips after collecting the money.

They had each dealt two hands when Amber came back downstairs. Fred was not surprised when all four black men's eyes focused on her. He knew he was a lucky man. Amber seemed incapable of not looking sexy no matter what she was wearing. She was barefoot and even her feet looked cute with their little pink painted nails. She had pulled some tight jeans on and was wearing a sweat shirt that was a little too small and designed to show off her navel and flat belly whenever she stretched. Fred could tell she had put her bra on as her tits weren't shaking too much, but the tight sweat shirt really made them stand out. She had tied her long auburn hair back and removed her contacts, wearing dark glasses. She had attempted to dress down, but the hair and glasses made her look like a naughty librarian. "Let me get some chips and dip for you guys." Amber always wanted to be a good hostess and she grabbed a bowl to fill with chips.




Welcome to the Neighborhood



"And I'll take another beer little lady," said Frank.

"Me too," grunted Dick.

"Full house," said Fred putting his cards down and pulling the chips his way. "You must be good luck honey." Frank folded early the next hand when Amos dealt and lost a bit more when Frank dealt. Frank always seemed to deal him the worst hands.

"I'll take a beer now," said Frank.

"Might as well bring me one while your at it," added Walker. "And why not get one for yourself?"

"I think I will," said Amber. She served the men some beer. Only Walker and her husband were in for this hand and the pot was large, probably more then one hundred dollars. She felt her pulse quicken at the thought of winning all that money. She pulled back the tab on the beer and took a swallow almost spitting it out immediately. 

"Not the fancy beer you're accustomed too," laughed Frank. The other black men laughed with him.

"I like Bud," she replied.

"Spoiled rich girl are ya?" said Dick. "Drink up that working man's beer in your hand."

Amber looked at her husband who just shrugged at her. She took another sip of the beer and forced it down her throat. Fred smiled at her and winked as he laid his flush down on top of Walker's two pair. Amber felt a shudder go through her as she pictured herself winning that money. Her nipples hardened as she got a little turned on. Luckily, her bra was thick enough to keep them from sticking out too much, though they were still visible.

"I'm out then," said Walker. "Care if I go watch some TV?"

"Follow me," said Amber, "and I'll get you the remote."

Walker left for the living room and shouted "Alright!" a few minutes later.

"Everything ok in there?" called Fred from the poker table.

"Just happy to see you got cable, rich boy," yelled Walker back.

Fred returned to the game and dealt the cards. "Can you get me another beer, honey?"

"Sure," she replied tossing back her beer and grimacing at the taste. "Anyone else?" The three black men each wanted another and Walker called from the living room that he would take another too.

"You know Amber," said Dick after she returned from giving Walker his beer. "It's still early and poker is better with five players. Why don't you sit in a hand?"

"I don't think that's a good idea," said Fred. He glared at the dark skinned black man. Didn't he remember Fred talking about Amber's problem last week?

"I think that's up to your wife. What say you, Amber?"

Amber had opened another beer and was still making faces as she sipped it. "Fred's right, it's not a good idea. I do love poker though," she sighed.

"Then join us. Hubby's won enough to spot you some."

Amber actually felt her panties dampen a little at the thought of playing poker. "Like I said, I'd love to, but I have a bit of a gambling problem."

"Then this will be good for you. You're only allowed a stake of fifty dollars. You can't lose any more then that."

"Really?" Amber downed her beer, already feeling a little buzzed. She sat down in Walker's vacant seat.

"Amber," said Fred gulping. "I don't think..."

"This might help her," interrupted Dick. "It can teach her to control her bets."

"I think I can handle it, just this one time," said Amber staring at the cards.

"We each are even," said Frank, speaking for the first time since Dick had asked her to join. Amos had been silent the whole exchange too. "Except for your hubby there who has all of Walker's money. Give her half and we'll be even again."

Fred slid fifty in chips over to Amber. "Honey, this is my money, ok? You are not actually gambling with your money. I'm just letting you play some cards with my money." He hoped that would make her think about gambling a little differently. "If you win, I'm keeping the money."

"Just deal, Fred," she replied.

"Five card draw." Fred dealt the cards. Amber controlled herself and folded early. Amos won the pot which was small. Amos dealt and Frank won a little. Amber won a decent pot during Frank's deal and another decent pot the next time around when Frank dealt again. Fred could see his wife squirming a little in her seat. Gambling made her horny and if she won tonight, she was going to be an animal in bed. That made him feel a little better. He still controlled their money and she couldn't get them into trouble again even if she had a bad relapse. 

Amber's money started dribbling away after they each had dealt a few more hands. The deal came back to Frank. "My lucky guy," said Amber, slurring her words a little. She had just finished her third beer. Frank winked at her. She had won every hand he dealt. This hand broke her streak and she found most of her money gone. "I'm sorry honey," she said staring at her few remaining chips.

"It's just a game," replied her husband. 

Amber won a small pot when Dick dealt and another when Fred dealt. She started perking up again. Frank's turn came around and this time he was her lucky charm again. He dealt her a straight on another hand of five card draw. She matched the raises until Amos and Frank folded. She looked at her husband who was trying to keep a straight face, but she could tell he was holding a good hand. Dick was staring at her smirking. Probably looking for a tell, she thought. Dick pushed all his money in and her husband followed suit. "I.. um... don't have that much," she said, panicking.

"Then you're out," said Fred. 

"Not so fast, white boy," said Dick Long. "Your wife has something else she can put up."

Fred felt the color drain from his face. The table had gone silent again. He knew what Dick was going to bring up.

"What's that?" she asked.

"Putting anything else in is against the rules," said Fred hastily.

"You can give a blow job to the winner." Dick turned and stared her in the eyes.

It was Amber's turn to feel the color drain from her cheeks. "What kind of man would even suggest that?"

"A man who wants a blow job. Do you think you got a good hand or do you want to fold?"

"In Vegas poker, I can just put what I got..."

"This ain't Vegas, white girl. Now how good do you think your hand is?"

"But your bla... not my husband. I can't give you a blow job. I'm a married woman. I don't even do that with Fred."

"Fred's a wuss. Everyone knows a blow job ain't cheating."

"Just fold, honey," said Fred. He jumped when Dick kicked him in the leg. The black man winked at him as Amber stared at her cards. Last week, he had told Fred he was going to help him get a blow job and Dick was apparently keeping his promise. "But, it's up to you."

Amber stared at her husband in disbelief. "I have to use the bathroom. I'll decide when I come back." She left the room.

"Asshole," said Fred to Dick. "I told you about her gambling problem. What were you thinking?"

Dick smirked. "Just trying to help you out. Look at her cards." Fred stared at him until he repeated, "turn her cards over and check her hand."

Fred reached out and cheated. "She's got a straight."

"Can you beat it?"

"Yeah, I have a flush."

Dick looked at his hand and showed Fred two of his cards. "Pair of tens. I told you I'd get your dick sucked. Take my gift and enjoy. She's going to be so relieved she doesn't have to give me a blow job that you'll get the best fucking blow job of your life." Dick sat up straight when Amber returned. "Well did you decide?"

"I'm out," she replied.

"Good choice," said Frank. "Don't give this asshole the pleasure."

Fred drummed his fingers on the table. "I think you should stay in, honey," he practically whispered.

"Bad move," said Frank, but he was grinning.

Amber stared at her husband in disbelief. "Are you serious?"

"If you think your hand is that good, you should stay in. You might win all the pot back or give me a blow job tonight."

"Or that jerk."

"Maybe, but he has to beat you and me, first."

Amber looked at the money. She had a chance of tripling the money her husband had allowed her to play with. He wasn't kidding, it was his and he'd take it all from her, but she also knew he would buy her something nice with it. "I'll do it."

"You sure, Amber?" asked Frank.

"Shut up Franksandbeans," said Dick. "What you got, white boy?"

"Flush."

Amber felt sick all of a sudden. She had just lost. Well giving Fred one little blow job wouldn't be so bad. "Straight." She turned up her cards. Fred was grinning at her. He really wanted this and she decided to do her best with him. She gulped when it came Dick's turn to show his cards.

"Pair of tens."

Amber felt a huge surge of relief and Fred's grin widened.

"And another pair of tens. I win."

Fred's grin dropped. "What the fuck?"

Amber stared at the four tens horrified. "Oh no," she whispered.

"Time to pay up." Dick stood up. His giant muscular frame towering over the still sitting players. His dark black skin looked even darker when he grinned displaying his missing teeth. His remaining teeth were yellow and crooked. Amber pushed her seat back and stepped away from the table like a doe about to make a run for it. Dick grabbed her arm and practically dragged her away. "We can do this in the living room." She turned to stare at her husband before she disappeared.

Fred made a move to stand, but Amos's arm wrapped around his neck from behind and held him still. The arm tightened until Fred quit struggling. "A bet is a bet," Amos whispered in Fred's ear.

"OHMYGAWD!" shouted Amber from the living room.

"He's hurting her," whimpered Fred.

"Naw," said Amos. "She just seen his cock, that's all."

Frank spoke. "He did the same thing to Walker's wife."

"You should have warned me," pleaded Fred.

"I told her not to," shrugged Frank.

Fred shut his eyes to fight tears. "Is it really that big?"

"You can go see for yourself once you calm down." Amos relaxed his grip.

"I gotta stop this," said Fred, gasping as the arm around his neck tightened again.

Amos whispered in his ear again. "Listen white boy, your wife was playing with your money. You said so yourself. That means that you gotta pay the debt. Long Dick is gonna get his cock sucked tonight and unless you wanna do it, it's gonna be your wife." Amos felt Fred slump completely and he released his arm from around Fred's throat. Amos slapped him on the back. "Maybe this will teach your wife a lesson about gambling." He slapped Fred on the back. "Now I ain't never scene a pretty white girl sucking on Long Dick's black monster and I'm gonna go watch the show."

"Me too," said Frank standing.

Fred watched the black men leave for his living room. Reluctantly, Fred pushed his chair back to join them. He shuffled towards his living room. At first he couldn't see anything as Frank and Amos were blocking his view. Walker was sitting back in a recliner. He had switched the television off. Dick was standing in the center of the living room. He had pulled his shirt off. His skin was a deep African black and his muscles were extremely pronounced. This guy's physique put Fred's little body to shame and the black man had 30 years on Fred. The black man had dropped his pants around his ankles. Fred could see Amber's golden brown hair bobbing before Dick's crotch. He walked around the couch and gasped at the sight before his eyes.

Amber had her jaws stretched so wide it looked like they were dislocated. Sticking from her mouth were about seven inches of the darkest black cock Fred could have ever imagined. To say it was beer can thick would have been an exaggeration, but not by much. Amber pulled back gasping for breath and Fred got the full view of the monster that had been in her mouth. Dick hadn't been lying when he bragged about his cock being thirteen inches long. It was also the ugliest thing Fred had ever scene. The black man was uncircumcised and the thick wrinkly sack covered an oversized cock head. The head seemed to be trying to push out of the sack as the black man gasped for breath. Amber reached up and pulled the skin taunt. The huge cockhead emerged completely from the foreskin. It was both the size and color of a large dark plum. Having the foreskin pulled tight made the massive black cock look completely different. It went from being an ugly wrinkled log to a magnificent steel hard phallus that could have been the model for a large dildo. Amber couldn't take her eyes off it and she looked both fascinated and horrified. Dick's hand wrapped around the back of her head and pulled her back down on his cock. She tried to swallow it again, but gagged.

"Amber, are you alright?" said Fred.

Amber finally looked at her husband. Dick's cock was rubbing along her cheek, nose, and lips, sometimes leaving a slimy trail. "Do you see this?" she asked. Fred nodded and she embarrassed him by saying, "it's more then twice as big as yours." The black men all chuckled.

"Start sucking. I ain't got all night," grunted Dick. "Just swallow what you can. You can jerk off the rest. I cum quicker too if you play with my balls."

Amber took the fully engorged cockhead back in her mouth and began sucking. She bobbed her head as rapidly as she could. She could handle four or five inches of the monster fairly easily. Her right hand started stroking the remaining shaft. Her hand began sliding faster as saliva leaked from her lips helping to coat the shaft. Fred saw her other hand come up to knead Dick's testicles. They were every bit sized to go with his penis. Each individual ball was bigger then Fred's entire scrotum and probably as big as a tennis ball. His testicles were excessively hairy and the wrinkly black skin matched his foreskin.

"That's it," groaned Dick. "I think she's starting to love sucking on this big black cock." Amber shook her head in the negative, but continued bobbing it. "Liar. I bet your pussy's soaked right now. I bet your wondering what something like this would feel like buried in your tight white pussy. Ow! Squeeze my nuts again bitch and you'll find your lips kissing my pubes. I'm gonna cum soon. You can thank me when I'm done."

Amos moved to block Fred who acted like he was about to intervene again. "This your first white girl?" he asked. Amos was clutching his crotch which looked like it pained him.

Dick took his eyes off Amber and looked at Amos. "Naw, but she's the first one I didn't have to pay."

Amber let out a little cry, but didn't stop bobbing her head.

"I can't stand this anymore," said Amos.

"What are you doing?" asked Fred horrified to see the other muscular black man dropping his pants.

"I gotta jerk off." Amos pulled out another huge cock. His monster was dark brown and also uncircumcised. His shaft was probably close to a foot long, the thick root jutting out from a heavy bush of grey pubic hair. Amos spit in his hand and started sliding it along the shaft.

Fred found the whole situation surreal. His beautiful young wife was kneeling before a black man older than her dad and someone Fred felt probably belonged in a prison. She was sucking on an ugly black cock so prodigious, it was more then twice as big as Fred's. Another black man old enough to be Amber's grandfather was jerking his huge cock off in their living room as he stared at Amber. Two more old black men, one fat and one skinny, were watching the show. 

"Getting close," growled Dick.

Amber pulled her mouth off, but her hand never quit stroking the shaft. "Warn me before you cum," she said before returning her lips to his cockhead. Before she swallowed it, Fred noticed that the foreskin had completely receded and the big tip looked even more engorged then before. 

"It ain't a proper blowjob unless you swallow." Dick pulled her head down and Amber's eyes flew wide open. She made a gurgling sound just as milky white sperm shot out the sides of her mouth. Fred could see her gulp several times and felt jealous knowing this was the first sperm she had ever tasted. Dick, being the typical asshole, yanked his cock out quickly and shot another couple blasts of semen on Amber's face. She surprised Fred by leaning forwards and putting her lips back around the tip and gulped a few more times. Her hand was now only stroking forwards on the shaft like it was milking it for sperm. Amber finally pulled back, staring in amazement at the still engorged shaft before her eyes. She released it and the dark foreskin slowly closed up around the shrinking cock head. It looked like a snake sliding backwards into a hole. "Hey slut, look at that."

Amber turned her face in the direction Dick was nodding and found herself face to face with another engorged black cock. The angry looking head exploded as soon as her eyes focused on it. A huge wave of semen covered her face and sweat shirt. Sperm covered her eyes and blinded, she felt the new cock head pressing down upon her lips. She opened them in time to get another mouthful of hot semen which she swallowed to make room for several smaller wads. She had only seen the man's cock and had no idea who's semen she was now swallowing. The cock pulled back from her mouth and her body seemed to want to follow it like she wanted to taste more. She heard her husband yell, "That's it. Shows over. I want everyone out." There was laughter and what sounded like a high five hand slap. Someone also farted as the black men shuffled out of the room. She could here someone gathering up the poker chips. When it appeared everyone had left, she pulled her sweat shirt off and wiped her eyes. Fred returned and helped her to the shower. They both agreed to forgive each other and hugged, though Fred wouldn't kiss her on the mouth. The black man had been right, her pussy was soaked while she sucked him, and Amber half heartedly hoped for sex that night, but when Fred stripped, his penis wasn't the least bit hard. In fact, it appeared to have shrunk up into his scrotum making it look even smaller.

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A week later, Friday morning, Fred awoke to find his penis engulfed in his wife's mouth. She found his penis easy to suck and she could swallow the entire shaft while licking his balls with her tongue. Things had been a little strained between he and Amber. It had taken him three days before he could kiss her on the lips. It was five days until he had gotten an erection and they had passionately made love that night knowing that all was truly forgiven. The following night she had finally gone down on him whether out of guilt or love, Fred didn't care because it felt awesome. She swallowed every drop of semen his little balls could produce both that night and this morning. She seemed to enjoy the taste. Amber climbed up on top of him and laid her head on his chest. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too. I'd like to stay here all day, but I'd better get ready and on the road." Fred got off the bed when Amber rolled off him and took a shower. He would be gone until Tuesday at a pharmaceutical convention and had about a seven hour drive. They kissed at the door. Fred broke off the kiss and walked down to his car before turning back to his wife. "Remember to lock the door and don't let Richard anywhere near the house." Fred had quit calling him Dick, because he didn't want to remind Amber of the man's penis. "I'll see you in five days."

Fred was driving out of the neighborhood when he noticed Frank Beane was struggling with a love seat in the back of a pickup. He had avoided the black men all week, but he couldn't turn down a neighbor who needed help. Fred pulled up to the curve and helped Frank get the chair off the pickup. They both took the chair and carried it through the front door.

"Right here," said a heavy-set older black woman.

"Fred meet my wife, Jean," said Frank.

"Jean Beane," said Fred.

"Almost didn't marry the old fool cause of that," laughed the black woman.

Frank and Fred arranged the love seat. Frank thanked him and Fred was on the way to the door when he noticed the pictures on the wall. "Is that you and Sammy Davis Jr?"




Welcome to the Neighborhood



"Yep, sure is. I used to open for him."

One picture was of a promotional shot of a much younger Frank dressed as a magician. He was holding a wand up to a fanned deck of cards. The billboard called him Beandini. There was also a shot of Frank dealing cards at a blackjack table to Sammy Davis, Sinatra, and what looked like Angie Dickenson. "Wow! You have to tell me some stories some time."

"I'm free now. I can talk about my Vegas days for hours."

"Some other time. I'm at a conference all weekend."

"Sure neighbor. Thanks for the helping hand."

The pictures tugged at Fred's brain halfway to the conference. Frank had been a professional card dealer in Vegas in the early sixties. He had also been some sort of magician apparently specializing in card tricks. Richard had mentioned feeding his wife cards at their first game when he was setting Fred up for the blow job con. Frank's hands had all been good for Amber at the second card game until the one that suckered her in. "My lucky guy," Amber had called Frank that night. Frank was the kindly old one. The friendliest of the four black men. Could he have set Fred and Amber up? Worse, Fred had just told him that he would be gone all weekend. Fred was an hour away from the conference when he turned around and headed home just as it started to rain.

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Amber was actually shaking as she approached the door. She jumped when the doorbell rang for a third time. She had just gotten out of the tub when the doorbell rang. She didn't know who it could be. The lights were out except for the bathroom and the bedroom and her car was in the garage. She dressed in sweat pants and a shirt before heading down stairs. She snuck a peak through the curtain and saw skinny old Frank Beane standing on her steps dripping wet. She turned the light on and opened the door, undoing the chain lock. "Frank, what is it?"

"It's poker night," he grinned at her and held up a deck of cards. 

"Well come in out of the rain." She pulled her robe tight around her waist. "Fred's not here. He's out of town."

"You don't say."

"Hold the door," someone yelled as Walker and Amos appeared out of the darkness to catch the door before she closed it.

Startled, Amber stepped back and almost screamed.

"He's not here, Amber. After last week we told Dick we didn't want to play with him again." Frank kindly patted her shoulder.

"Same place as last week?" Walker sat his poker chips on the kitchen table as Amos loaded the cooler with another case of cheap beer. He handed Amber one.

"I was just telling Frank, that Fred's out of town."

"Shit. We were hoping for both of you to play since we ditched the asshole," grunted Amos.

"Well, we'll just make do with the four of us then," said Walker as he squeezed his fat belly into a chair.

"I was hoping for an early night, fellows," said Amber, but her eyes were greedily staring at the poker chips, the cards, and the fifty dollars Walker was removing from his pocket.

"Come on Amber," said Frank as he sat at the table. "Just a simple little game. Same rules as last week, fifty dollars only. I'm sure Fred left you some money."

"He left me $150 dollars," she replied. Amber was squeezing her eyes shut trying to fight the urge to join them at the table. "But that's all I have to last the weekend and I need groceries and gas."

"Then even if you lose, you'll still have a hundred bucks to get by on." Frank used his foot to push out an empty chair towards Amber. "But if you win, you'll have doubled your stake."

I guess your right. Can't hurt. Can it?" Amber was sweating and breathing heavy. Her hands were shaking as she left the room to get to her purse and the money. She retrieved fifty dollars and returned to the kitchen. Her hands quit shaking as soon as she sat down at the table and watched her money being turned into poker chips. She immediately felt better as Walker dealt the first hand. Amos popped the tab and slid a beer over towards her.

One hour later...

Amber reached into her purse for her final fifty dollars. The boys had been generous and let her buy some more chips. She was thankful they were giving her a chance to win her money back. Her luck had to change soon. She returned and slid the money towards Walker who exchanged it for more chips. She was thrilled to win the next two hands, but then her money started whittling away again. Frank dealt out a game of seven card stud and the pot started building. She had two sixes in her hand and there was a third on the table as well as a pair of sevens. She winced as Amos raised again. "I don't have enough."

"Your short fifteen," stated Frank. "Then you're out."

"I can't be out. I won't have any money to get by this weekend." Amber eyes were wide open in fright. Can somebody lone me the fifteen? I'll pay you back."

"You can pay me what Dick got last week," said Amos.

Amber blushed. "I'm never doing that again. Screw you." Amos held up his hands in surrender.

Frank reached out and tapped her hand. "And we'd never make you do that. Isn't that right guys?" Frank's elongated hand completely covered Amber's.

"We ain't pervs," grunted Walker. "But we is men. I'd give you fifteen of my winnings if you put on a little something sexy. I'm thinking that bikini you was wearing while gardening would be nice."

"I'm not wearing a bikini to play poker."

"I'd pay fifteen for that too," said Amos.

"I'd be lying if I told you I wasn't interested." Frank sat back and sighed. "I guess that's the offer. I know you don't want to do it, so feel free to fold and we'll go home, but it would sure make three old men very happy to play cards with such a young a beautiful woman."

Walker added, "Plus, you'd have thirty bucks extra to play with."

Amber thought about it for a minute. Odds were good she would win this hand and most of her money back. With the extra $30, she could get all of it back with a few good hands. Amber pushed her chair back and stood up. "I'll be right back."

Amber returned ten minutes later wearing her robe. She found a full, cold beer in her spot and tossed it back taking a big swig. She was already a little drunk and the beer helped build up her courage. Three pairs of eyes were on her as she undid the belt and let the robe fall to the floor.

"Jesus!" said Walker.

Amos was cruder, "That is a fucking hot piece of ass."

"You're incredible Amber," said Frank winking at her. "I'm not sure this was a good idea. I won't be able to concentrate on my cards."

Amber's first reaction was to lean forward making herself smaller which also made her large breasts ponderously dangle down. She forced herself to stand back up straight. They had already seen her in the top, but with shorts on. The panties were on the skimpy side and the reason she kept her crotch shaved. It helped that the three men were so old and unthreatening. Plus, the way they were staring at her body was flattering. Amber relaxed and smiled. "Let's play cards."

"First, lets pay you your chips," said Frank sliding fifteen across to her as she sat down. The other two followed suit. Amber slid the fifteen she still owed into the pot. "Amber's in. Let's show them."

"Full house," said Amber sixes over sevens."

"I'm out," Frank flopped his cards down.

"Beats me." Walker tossed his cards in.

"Full house too," said Amos grinning. "Sevens over sixes."

"Shit!" Amber threw her cards on the table. This was getting to be too much for her. She was holding so many good hands that just didn't pay off for her. She took another swig of beer.

The cards went around the table a couple times and Amber won a few small pots. The beer and the gambling had her horny. She wished Fred was home to take care of her needs. Of course, he'd be pissed off at her for gambling, so she was better off spending an unsatisfied horny weekend alone. Her nipples grew erect as she pictured her and Fred in bed. She'd felt guilty after the last poker game and had paid her husband back by blowing him. She found she actually liked having a penis in her mouth since Dick Long had made her blow him. "Who was the other man?" she suddenly blurted out.

"What man?" asked Frank.

"The other man at the poker game," she replied wishing she had kept her mouth shut. "The one who jerked off on me."

"Guilty," said Amos raising his hand.

Amber looked at him, but didn't see the old black man. Instead, she saw a big brown cock head staring at her, swollen and angry. Semen spitted out from the head and splattered on her face before she took it in her mouth swallowing several mouthfuls of his warm seed. "Why?"

"Why'd I jerk off on you?" Amos laughed. "How could I not? That was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. Trust me, these old farts," He pointed at Frank and Walker, "probably jerked off the second they got home."

Amber saw Walker nod in agreement, though Frank's face remained blank. "I didn't get a good view, but you appeared quite large." Amber realized at this point that she was quite drunk.

"Nearly a foot long." The smirk on Amos's face suggested that he was quite proud of it. "Ain't seen many bigger, but Long Dick's got me by another inch."

"How can they be so big?"

"It's a black thing," said Frank. "Mine's about a foot too, though I don't see it hard that often anymore. I wish I was seventy again."

"I guess I'm the baby at ten," said Walker, "But I'm told mine's the thickest anyone's ever seen."

"Jesus, I didn't know." Amber was staring at her cards, but not seeing anything as she pictured Dick and Amos's long black cocks again.

"I take it Fred don't measure up?" asked Amos.

Amber shook her head not wanting to answer out loud that her husband wasn't even half as long as any of theirs. "Do women have trouble taking something that big?"

"Not at all," said Amos.

"Most women cum like crazy stuffed with a big cock." Walker winked at her and licked his fat lips.

Amber felt uncomfortable again having the fat man ogling her. Looking at all the superior smirks on the black faces, made her decide to drop the conversation. "Back to the game. Oh crap, I'm out again." Amber held another good hand. 

"Well, do you fold?" asked Walker, who was dealing.

"Would you guys be willing to spot me?"

"What's in it for us?"

Amber's mind flashed through her assets. She had some jewelry, but no cash. She needed to win her money back. The pot was pretty large, enough to keep her in the game. "I'm short twenty dollars. You guys like this bikini? How about I take the top off?"

"Not fair," grumbled Walker. "She should have been out a long time ago."

"It sounds like a good deal to me," smiled Amos looking at her body as she sat at the table.

"I'm inclined to agree with Walker," said Frank. "Of course, we have left Amber here in a bind without any money this weekend. I feel guilty not giving her a chance to win her money back." Frank nodded acknowledging Amber's grateful smile. "Let's compromise and let Amber stay in, but she has to take the entire bikini off."

"I can live with that," said Walker nodding.

"Alright, fine," said Amber. "It's a deal. I'm going upstairs to use the bathroom." Amber rose and felt all three sets of eyes on her ass as she walked away. She bent to pick her robe up, and headed upstairs. She returned shortly with the robe belted tightly around her waist. The three black men were sitting around the table expectantly looking at her. One had left the refrigerator door open. She gulped. "Ok boys, here it goes." She dropped the robe.

"Fuck!"

"Her fucking labs are sticking out."

"Look how faint her saucers are, but her nipples are bright pink.

Amber closed her legs. With her crotch shaved, her female parts tended to extend out. Her labia and clitoris leaned towards the large side. "Worth the money?" She almost laughed at the old men's reactions. She half expected Frank or Walker to have a heart attack. Previously, only her husband had seen her nude, but she no longer felt the least bit self-conscious standing nude before these men.

"Looks like I got here right on time," said Dick Long standing up as he shut the refrigerator door.

Amber stood still looking at the dripping wet black man. He was shirtless, his muscular chest glistened in the light. Her newly found exhibitionist streak disappeared and she threw one arm around her breasts and her other hand over her bare crotch. She turned and disappeared into the living room.

"Sorry Amber," called Frank, "he just showed up to play cards."

"Come back out and lets me see ya," yelled Dick. "It took me awhile to track the fellows down and I'm eager to play."

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Fred pulled up in front of his house and parked at the curb. He sat in his car for close to twenty minutes listening to the rain pound on his roof. He was being foolish. He shouldn't have turned around and come home. Now he'd have to spend all those hours driving back to his conference in the rain. His house appeared dark except for the kitchen. He could see movement through the curtains. He decided to peak in and check on Amber before leaving again.

Fred stepped out of his car and opened his dark umbrella. As he approached his house, he thought he saw movement near the window. A dark figure appeared, staring in the kitchen window. Fred snuck closer and recognized Dick Long. That fucking black pervert is staring at my Amber, thought Fred. He looked around for a tree branch or anything he might use as a weapon just in case the guy was planning on doing more then just peeking. Dick seemed oblivious to the rain. Fred stood behind a tree for nearly fifteen minutes watching Dick. He thought he heard voices in the kitchen, but the rain made it too hard to tell for certain. Eventually, his side door opened and to Fred's surprise, old Frank Beane appeared in the doorway. Frank looked around, saw Dick and gestured for him to enter the house. As the black man disappeared inside, Fred stepped up to his window.

The black men were seated at his table playing cards. He watched Dick pulling off his wet shirt and toss it in the kitchen sink. Amos took out something from his pocket and passed it around the room to the other men. They looked like little blue pills. Each of the men swallowed one and chased it with a sip of beer. Amber appeared in a robe just as Fred had to bend down to wipe rain water from his eyes. He heard Amber let out a little scream and when he looked up, she was gone. Frank called to Amber in the living room. It sounded like he said, "If you don't come out you're gonna forfeit."

"Amber! What the fuck are you doing?" Fred whispered as his wife emerged from the living room. She was completely naked. The only thing on Amber's body was her wedding ring. She was holding a pillow across her chest covering her breasts and crotch. 

"Now Amber honey, that wasn't part of the deal," said Walker.

Amber dropped the pillow and slid into her chair. She picked up her cards. Amber grinned and sat up straight which thrust her breasts out. She reached out and slid the chips towards her. She seemed cheered by winning the pot. Dick winked at her and sat a fresh beer in front of her. He took out a wad of cash and bought himself into the game.

It was obvious to Fred what was going on. The neighbors were taking advantage of Amber's gambling addiction and making her pay off her debts by stripping. If he let this proceed, he had no doubt they'd want more then just having her nude. Fred took out his cell and dialed her cell phone. It rang several times. There was no reaction from Amber. Stupid! Of course, her cell phone was probably with her clothes and she couldn't hear it. They hadn't bothered hooking up a land line. 

Fred stood up straight. He should barge into his house and throw those black men out. Dick Long had his arms behind his head while Walker dealt the cards. Dick's muscles bulged out. His biceps were huge and it looked like his muscles had muscles on them. His dark black chest was flexed and Fred thought he could make out several scars crisscrossing the man's chest. His mind imagined Dick in a knife fight in prison. He probably kept a switch blade in his pocket. He remembered Amos's iron grip across his throat last week. Fred's knees went weak with fear. He couldn't take these men. He dropped to his knees in the wet grass and felt the rain rush over him as he shivered with fear and cowardice. He would have to trust his wife.

Fred kneeled for ten minutes before regaining the strength to rise to his feet. He stepped up to the window to watch. Sadly, it looked like Amber had lost much of the round she had previously won.

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"I would take another blow job," growled Dick.

"I'm never doing that again," said Amber bravely staring him straight in the eyes.

"I thinks you was loving it in the end," said Dick winning the stare down as Amber looked away. 

"Settle down," said Frank. "Amber doesn't have to do anything she doesn't want to do. Amber gave Frank another grateful smile. "I just happen to have some index cards in my pocket."

"Why do you have index cards in your pocket?" she asked.

"Memory's going so it helps to write things down." Frank opened the cards and passed them over to Amber. "You can use them as vouchers instead of money."

"What do you mean? I have nothing of value left and I'm not blowing that asshole again." Amber leered at Dick as the big black man snorted, but smiled a gap-toothed grin.

"I'm not asking you to do anything you don't want to do. I was thinking maybe a hand job."

"What's a hand job?"

"You'd jerk one of us off," said Frank.

"I can't do that!"

"It's not like it's cheating or anything. No big deal really. Look, I'm just giving you a chance to win your money back."

"So, I'd just use my hands to get one of you off?"

"We needs some rules," said Walker. "Like what's the money value of a hand job? 

"How about fifty dollars?" asked Amber.

"I wouldn't pay that much," grunted Walker.

"Ten sounds better," said Frank and when Amber looked about to object he added, "take it or leave it."

"We can't let her use all the cards either. There's like fifty in the pack. If she writes hand job on each card, that's like three hundred dollars," said Walker.

"Five hundred, dumb ass. Alright then," said Frank. "We set a maximum of four cards then. One for each male. Deal."

"Deal," said the other three black men.

"Deal," said Amber reluctantly. She was short twenty dollars, so she wrote 'hand job' on two of the cards and put them in the pot. The black men seemed to eye the cards greedily, but when it was all over, Amber had won the pot. She slid the poker chips and the cards over in front of her. She thought about tearing the cards up now that she had some money, but Frank was already dealing.

"Gimme some better cards next time, Franksandbeans," said Amos folding from the start.

Amber had some decent cards. She looked at her chips. It was $10 to her. She surprised herself by taking a card and throwing it in the pot. None of the black men objected that she didn't use her money. The next bet was only five, so she added chips to the pot. The last bet was another ten and she tossed the second hand job card in. "Two pair, kings high," she said tossing her cards down.

"Three sevens," said Walker grabbing the pot. "Can we take a break? I want to cash one of these cards in."

Amber looked a little sick as she realized what she had done. For some reason she hadn't planned on giving this fat old black man a hand job. Not that she wanted to give any of the others one either. "How about I just pay you the value of the card?" she asked.

"How about getting some Vaseline on them hands to jerk my dick off?"

Amber blushed and resigned herself to her fate. She went into the downstairs bathroom and got a jar of Vaseline. Walker and the other black men had moved to the living room. She realized with disgust that Walker was shuffling funny like his dick was already hard, but then the other black men were moving like they had erections too.




Welcome to the Neighborhood



"God damn, I'm looking forward to this," said Walker. He wiped his hand across his bald pate. The light reflected off his gold tooth as he smiled when Amber returned. Walker was wearing brown corduroy pants. He undid his belt and let them drop to the floor, kicking his pants off his legs and sliding his shoes off. He then removed his white boxer shorts, but kept his white socks and white tee shirt on.

"Fuck Walker," said Amos. "You wasn't kidding about having a thick one."

"Nope." Walker squeezed the head of his fully hard cock and winked at Amber.

Amber was frozen in disgust. She had thought Dick had an ugly prick, but Walker's was disgusting. Actually the penis was a pretty powerful looking tool, it was the rest of Walker that was disgusting to a young woman like Amber. The penis was thick, no it was very thick. It was as thick as a coke bottle and looked like a wrinkly piece of dark sausage. Walker was also uncircumcised and had the same ugly wrinkly black foreskin that Dick had. Every now and then, the swollen purple black cock head would emerge from the foreskin like it was gasping for air. Fluid appeared around the pee slit and increased in volume each time the head appeared. The entire penis was completely hard and had a slight upward curve. It was also covered in swollen blue-black veins large enough she could see them pulsing. What made it so disgusting was that the shaft disappeared into an upside down triangle of fat. The bottom slopes were formed by the black man's thick thighs. The top was composed of his prodigious beer gut. Walker sat down in her recliner and put the seat back. He pulled his tee shirt up over his big belly and spread his legs. The fat parted and she could see straight down to the root of his shaft as it disappeared into a big bush of white pubic hairs. She could also make out his huge testicles resting against the chair. They were an ugly wrinkly black like his foreskin and also covered in white pubic hair. 

"When you're done admiring it, you can get started," said Walker.

Amber shook her head to break the trance. She scooped up a dollop of Vaseline and then thinking about how big the monster was, she scooped up some more. She stared at the big cock as she walked over to Walker. One of the blacks reached out and squeezed her bare ass, but she just pulled away not even knowing who did it. She knelt and reached out her gel coated hand towards the cock. It jerked at her touch. It was so thick, there was a two inch gap between her fingers as she wrapped her hand around it. She slid her hand up and down the nearly foot long cock, twisting it around to get the thing fully coated in Vaseline. She used her other hand to pull the foreskin back until the golf ball sized head fully emerged. She assumed circumcision wasn't as common back when these old men were born. Walker's cock could have been sleek and beautiful without the foreskin. She kept the foreskin pulled tight as she stroked the shaft faster. Walker groaned and threw his head back as she worked his cock.

"I'll give you $40 for that other card," said Amos. He was awed watching the sexy young white girl stroking Walker's fat cock.

"No fucking way," groaned Walker. "I'm cashing my other one in tomorrow. This white whore knows how to milk a cock."

"I'm not a whore," said Amber angrily and she tried to squeeze his cock hard enough to hurt him, but it was like she was squeezing a steel rod.

"You're jerking me off for money. That makes you a whore."

"Asshole!" Amber's strokes grew faster with her anger.

"Walker, you be respectful of the young lady," said Frank.

Amber smiled gratefully at the kindly old man. When she looked back at Walker's cock, the head looked even more swollen and darker then it had before. She leaned closer to examine it, but pulled back when she caught a whiff of his smell. Fat men sweated a lot and his crotch area gave off a pungent smell of body odor. The pee slit slowly opened and his first wad caught her in the face almost before she could blink. Another wad splattered above her nipples. She knew those balls would be producing a lot of semen and she didn't want to be covered in the stuff. Amber did the first thing that came to her mind. She leaned down and placed the tip of his cock against her lips just in time to take the third wad in her mouth. Walker bucked his hips and slid about half his cock head in her mouth. She swallowed it down as her mouth filled once again still amazed at how hot it was. Black man's semen tasted different from her husband's. Maybe it was just that the volume was so much greater, but it still tasted richer then Fred's sperm. He now reeked of sweat and semen, but she kept her lips clamped and swallowed several more loads of cum as her hand stroked his cock dry. When he finished, Amber fell back on her ass gasping for breath.

"Breaks over," called Frank rising from his chair and heading back to the kitchen. Amos and Dick rose to follow him.

Walker sat up and stood, pulling the shirt down over his belly. He grabbed a nearby magazine and fanned his sweat covered face. "To hot now to get dressed." The pants-less man shuffled over towards the kitchen. His dick was every bit as hard now as it had been when he started. 

Outside, a horrified Frank watched his wife wipe off her Vaseline covered hands on her thighs and stand. She turned towards the bathroom. He banged on the window to get her attention. Maybe, she could run to his car to escape these men, but she never heard him knocking over the rain and he didn't want to hit any louder for fear that Dick or Amos would hear him. Amber cleaned the sperm off her face in the bathroom and returned to the kitchen. She was still nude and didn't look the least bit embarrassed any more. Fred crept back towards the kitchen window.

Amber won a nice hand and lost two before she resorted to using the cards again. Her old black neighbors had graciously allowed her to reuse the card Walker had cashed in. Now Frank held a hand job card and Walker still had his. The other two cards were in the pot. "I'm still short $5," she said.

"Write blow job on a card," growled Dick Long as he apparently had a good hand.

"I told you I'm not doing that again."

"You practically sucked Walker back there and you already blew me. Why not? It ain't cheating."

Amber thought about it. She had a good hand, but it was a typical Frank Beane dealt hand that seemed great, but never paid off. "No," she whispered while thinking, 'I'm not that desperate, yet."

"Why not a titty fuck?" Frank snapped his fingers like he thought it was a brilliant idea. "That should be worth fifteen. It's no worse then a hand job either."

"Deal," said Amber. She knew what a titty fuck was. Fred had nearly demanded one from her early in their relationship. Men were obsessed with breasts sometimes and apparently her large ones were perfect for sliding a penis between. She smiled as she pictured Fred kneeling on her chest. His penis had been completely enveloped by her breasts. She remembered his little head peeking out and squirting semen on her chest. At that time, she hadn't liked the taste of semen and she had worried it might squirt in her mouth, but the little squirt didn't have enough power behind it. It didn't even reach her neck. 

"Deal," said the other black men.

Amber wrote titty fuck on one of the card and threw it in the pot taking ten dollars back only to have Amos raise the stakes and she had to write out a second card. They showed their hands and a grinning Dick pulled his winnings towards him. Amber rose expecting Dick was going to cash in. Embarrassed that he wasn't standing up either, she played it off by going to cooler for another beer. The cold air from the fridge made her nipples stand out even more. They were so swollen now, they ached.

Amber had to put her remaining money into the next hand as well as two more titty fuck cards and thankfully she won. She used the cards to save money and won another hand, but lost a card to Walker. Eventually, another good hand turned up and she saw her money and the last titty fuck card disappear in the pot. "Not enough," she cried, wondering if her luck was ever going to turn.

"How about an oral sex card?" asked Frank who was the only one who hadn't folded against her hand and who had also dealt her another good hand. 

"I don't want to go down on one of you again."

"You misunderstand. We would go down on you."

"No way," Amber said crinkling up her face. "I don't even let Fred do that."

"Not interested. No deal," said Walker. "I'd rather have her write up some more hand job or titty fuck cards."

"No," said Frank. "We established a four card only rule."

"I don't like it either," added Dick. "I say make it a blow job or she's out."

"My friends don't understand the joys of going down on a woman. If you wish to stay in Amber, I'll make you a deal. Since the cavemen here aren't interested, I'll trade you $80 for four oral sex cards."

"I think it sounds disgusting too, but alright, deal." Amber wrote out 4 cards and traded them for the money. This was a good stake and she stood a chance of winning some back. She put what she owed in the pot and was delighted when she won, though Frank never showed his cards as he threw them down. 

"Lets break," said Dick standing. "This fucking hard on is killing me. "I'm cashing in a card."

Amber followed the shirtless Dick into her living room. He turned around and stared at her as he began pulling his jeans off. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants. The black man's enormous cock was sticking straight up through the waistband of his briefs. He quickly pulled the briefs down and the heavy cock fell forwards. Dick's thirteen inch black log angled down slightly, a victim of it's immense size. "How do we do this?' she asked.

"Get on the floor and lay on your back." Dick grabbed the Vaseline from where she had left it earlier and began coating his cock. Once it glistened in the lamplight, he was satisfied it had enough lubrication. He stepped over the prone white wife and keeled down over her belly. Amber's D-cups tended to fall to the sides when she was flat on her back. Dick hefted them and squeezed them together around his cock. A spasm of arousal shot down to her pussy as his black hands squeezed her breasts. Amber was immediately struck by the difference between Dick and when Fred had done this to her. Where her breasts had completely engulfed Fred's little penis, Dick's looked like a big black sausage stuffed between two white buns. He began sliding his cock through her breasts. There was also the difference between Fred's thin build and Dick's weightlifter physique. This black man too stunk of sweat, but it was a more manly stink like one you get from a good workout as opposed to Walker's unwashed stench. She arched her head to watch his thrusts. The foreskin would catch in her breasts and with every thrust the big plum sized purple head would stretch forth shooting little spurts of precum. Dick adjusted his legs and his cock began beating against her chin. Amber turned her head sideways to avoid the beating until his cock was now sliding over her cheek. 

"I'm cashing in a card too," said Frank strolling past her.

Amber felt her legs being pulled apart and blushed as she imagined Frank and maybe the others staring up into something only her gynecologist had seen before. The skinny eighty year old black man wormed his way between her legs. She struggled a little when she felt Frank's hot breath against her pussy., but Dick's weight held her still. She winced in disgust as one black man's cock head left a slimy trail across her cheek and another black man old enough to be her great grandfather prepared to lick her pussy. When it came, Amber's pussy spasmed at the shock and she gasped.

"Feels good don't it?" asked Frank, blowing on her clit. He chuckled then licked her large engorged clit, flickering his tongue back and forth over it.

Amber's face was frozen in a state of shock. She had no idea that this would feel so good or she would have made Fred do it years ago. Frank's tongue felt amazingly prehensile as it teased her labia and licked up and down her slit. Amber's hips started raising into his tongue of their own volition as he thrust it deep inside her pussy. The old black man's tongue felt nearly as large her husband's penis did when he was inside her. Her arousal grew when Frank replaced his tongue with two fingers and used his tongue to tease her clit again while pumping his fingers in and out of her. "Ah ah," moaned Amber continuing to whimper. "Oh god, I'm going to cum. I can't stand it. I'm cumming!" Amber raised her hips as fast as she could with Dick's weight on her. Her pussy clamped down around Frank's fingers and coated them with fluid. Amber hadn't orgasmed much in her life and this had been her biggest. Frank never stopped. He continued fingering and licking her and she could feel the pressure to cum building again.

Amber didn't know how to repay Frank for the wonderful feelings between her legs. She wanted to kiss him thank you, but she was trapped on the floor. She instead showed her gratitude to the closest thing male that she could find. Amber angled her head around so that Dick's thrusting cock slid up over her face and lips. She held her tongue out and was rewarded with a groan from the black man as she licked the underside of Dick's cock. He paused and pulled back so that she could kiss and lick around the big purple cock head. It was swollen and engorged. He was close to shooting his load and couldn't hold it for long. He began thrusting again and she continued licking his cock wishing the Vaseline wasn't coating his manly taste. Frank had another trick up his sleeve. Amber now had her legs splayed open and it was easy for him to bring his other hand around and push one finger against her ass. Amber gasped with surprise, but couldn't control her body as the finger teased her tight rosebud. Meanwhile, Dick had taken advantage of her gasp to push his cock head between her lips. One of the other black men helped Amber by pushing a small pillow from her couch under her head. Dick's cock head was now pushing into her mouth with each thrust and she licked it each time it entered her. Finally, when she thought she couldn't stand being teased anymore, Frank pushed his finger past her anus and deep into her ass. As disgusting as she would have thought that sounded fifteen minutes ago her body exploded with an even bigger orgasm then the first one just as Dick's cock exploded in her mouth. Amber wanted to scream in pleasure, but almost choked on the voluminous load of semen shooting from Dick's cock. He continued thrusting, each time he pulled back, semen would splatter across her face until it once again entered her mouth and she could gulp that load down. Dick quit thrusting and paused with his cock against her lips jerking the remaining sperm from his shaft.

Amber stretched and groaned with pleasure as Dick climbed off of her. He looked like a giant standing over her and just like Walker's, his cock remained rock hard and fully erect after cumming. Dick stepped over her and she could see Frank grinning at her. The entire lower half of his face was coated with her juices. He winked at her and turned to enter her bathroom to wash his hands and face. Amber climbed to her feet when he was done and entered the bathroom to clean all the sperm Dick had blasted across her face. It was nearly 3:00am when she returned to the kitchen. The black men were sitting around cutting the cards. Like Walker, Dick hadn't put his pants back on. She could see both their cocks sticking up erect under the table. Amber looked at her cards as Amos dealt.

Several hands later, Amber had a decent stack of chips and a good hand. She decided to save her money. The hand was down to her and Amos. She threw a $10 hand job card in the pot and a $15 titty fuck card, but still owed $25. Amber took another blank card out and wrote $25 blow job on it. The black men watched with interest. "I thought you weren't going to do that again?" asked Amos.

Amber shrugged. "Oral sex isn't as disgusting as I once thought. Besides, I've already tasted two of you tonight and the only difference between it and a hand job is using my mouth instead of my hands. It's not like it's cheating. Would you rather have the money?" Amber made to slide the card back towards her.

Amos grabbed it and slid the card back into the pot. "Keep it in," he told her. He laid his cards down to show his hand.

"Damn, I can't catch a break tonight," she said.

"Sorry," said Amos. "Maybe next hand, but right now, I'd like to cash this card in. My cock fucking needs some release too. Amber stood up from the table, but instead of getting up, Amos just pushed his chair back and spread his legs while he unbuttoned his pants.

Amber kneeled on the cold tile floor of her kitchen and waited. Amos slid his pants down under his ass. She could see the big tent in his underwear. "It looks uncomfortable," she said.

"Damn right, it's fucking uncomfortable. Well get to it."

He obviously wanted her to take it out. Amber leaned forward and reached for his underwear. She paused and crinkled her nose. His underwear was covered in old yellowish urine stains. She reached out for just the waistband, pulling it out and down. Amos' huge black cock shot up past his belly button. Amber forgot about the dirty underwear and grabbed it tight to pull it down around Amos' ankles. His near foot long cock was perfectly straight and stuck out from a batch of gray pubic hair. It was dark brown and the wrinkled foreskin was taut around his cock head with about half the head sticking out. It had a long urethra and she pictured the long pee slit opening to spit his seed in her face from last week. Amos removed his shirt as she grasped his penis and began stroking his shaft. At one time, Amos had probably been nearly as big and muscular as Dick Long, but age had caused his muscles to tighten up and shrink. He was still incredibly fit for a man in his seventies.

Amber pulled the foreskin all the way down as she leaned forward and completely engulfed the knobby cock head in her mouth. Amber ran her tongue all the way around the head and was rewarded by a groan from Amos. His groan encouraged her and she bobbed her head with increasing frequency.

"Suck that black cock, bitch."

Amber furrowed her brows as she continued bobbing her head. Whoever had said that sounded like Frank, though it didn't seem like something the kindly old black man would say. The head was in her throat now and she had swallowed nearly half the foot long shaft. Amos' crotch stank too, but it was the manly smell like Dick's and she didn't mind it.

"Integrate her mouth with that black cock."

'Damn, these men could be crude,' though Amber. She could manage nearly three quarters of his cock now, but her throat was feeling stretched and hurting. She settled for sucking half his shaft while stroking the remaining half. 

"How's it feel to be drinking from a blacks only water fountain, slut?"

Amber actually paused and looked up. It still sounded like Frank, but he was sipping from a beer. He didn't even seem that interested in the show. When he put down the beer, he picked up the deck of cards and idly started shuffling them. Walker and Dick were staring intently at her blowing Amos. "Please stop it with the name calling," she said before returning to Amos' cock. 

Fuck," groaned Amos. "She's good at this." He grabbed her head and began guiding it up and down his shaft.

That comment didn't bother Amber. It made her feel proud. She redoubled her efforts, moving even faster then Amos was guiding her. Amber was swallowing more than she had last week. He released her head and let her set her own faster pace. His cock swelled and spat. A stream of sperm slid down her throat. She pulled back to taste him and felt her mouth fill before she gulped it down. After several more gulps, she stroked his cock several more times to get any remaining sperm out of it. She kept stroking after the last drop had been squeezed out just to make sure. She pulled back and gasped for breath. She licked her lips and was pleased to find that she hadn't spilt a drop. Amber had now tasted four men and she felt she could detect the difference blindfolded. All of them had tasted good. Fred's had been just a tease, a little tea spoon and not as rich. Walker's had been rich and tangy and she even felt she could taste some beer or whiskey. Dick's semen was the best. It was rich and full. Where Fred's semen was like liquid, Dick's was more solid like pudding. Amos was close to Dick's. It tasted great and there was a lot of it, but it also seemed a little stale, possibly do to Amos' age.




Welcome to the Neighborhood



Amber returned to her seat and took a swig of beer. Frank was now the only one fully clothed. The rest were naked, though Walker still had a tee shirt on to cover his fat belly. Walker's cock was jutting out and Amber reached over to squeeze the head and give it a friendly little stroke. Amber no longer found their uncut cocks ugly. They were amazing in their own way. She pulled back a little shocked by her actions. Walker chuckled and winked at her. Amber bent her head and was surprised to see that the three cocks under the table were still quite hard. "What, did you guys all pop some Viagra or something?"

The four black men laughed. "Let's play cards," said Frank.

Amber had a good hand then two bad hands and another good one. She used up her remaining hand job card and two titty fucks. Frank wouldn't take her oral sex card back since he still had three and none of the other men seemed interested in it. Amos won two more blow jobs from her, then Frank got one, and Dick got the last one. "Anyone want to..." Amber shut up. She had been about to ask if one of them wanted to cash in a card and there was an eagerness in her voice. 'My god, what's happening to me,' she thought. She had fifty dollars in front of her. That means she had lost one hundred. Amber did the math on the cards. Four hand jobs was forty, plus sixty for the titty fuck cards made it another hundred. She was out three hundred dollars total when you added in the blow job cards and even more if you counted selling the oral sex cards to Frank. So much for a friendly fifty dollar game. What was left for her to sell?"

"What's it to ya?" asked Walker.

"What?" Amber focused back on the game, the pot had been raised above her stakes again. "I don't have enough."

"Duh! What's it to ya," said Walker. "You owe a hundred, but only have fifty."

"I'm willing to fuck you if you write that on a card," said Dick.

"How generous," said Amber sarcastically though she was filled with shame when her pussy twitched. "No sex. I can't commit adultery on Fred."

"How about letting us fuck your ass then?" Dick stood and got another beer from the fridge.

Amber stared at him in horror. "Those things would rip my ass in two." She was surprised to see that the clock on the wall near Dick said it was nearly five in the morning.

"Nah," said Amos. "We'd be gentle. It does take some getting used to, but you'd learn to love it."

"How's $35 sound?" asked Frank.

"No way," she replied. "Maybe $50."

"Deal," said Frank.

"Deal," repeated Amos, Walker, and Dick together.

Amber thought about having Dick's monster shoved into her ass and she shivered. Then she thought about Walker's thick shaft and she shuddered in fear. Frank's finger had been the only thing ever shoved in her ass. It had been disgusting, but it had triggered a huge orgasm. "Deal," she replied reluctantly. This was her last hope. She vowed that this game would go no further. Amber surprised herself again. She wrote anal sex on two cards and threw them in the pot, allowing herself to keep the cash she had. It was a foolish decision. She should have waited to see if she could handle one ass fuck before putting two on the table. Pain might actually trump her gambling addiction.

Amos won the hand. "My lucky night," he laughed pulling the chips and cards towards him. Amber just slumped over in her chair. Amos waved six cards at the group. He held a hand job, and titty fuck, two blow jobs, and now two anal sex cards. "I'm cashing in." Amber looked down at the card Amos threw in front of her. It was an anal! Amos stood and held his hand out to her. She looked at his straight foot long cock sticking out from his white haired pubes and she shuddered again. She had just given the old fellow a blow job and he was ready to stick his cock in her ass. Amber reached up and took his hand. He led her to their living room and the other blacks followed. Amos had her brace her legs as she leaned over the edge of the couch. He had her reach around behind her and spread her ass cheeks apart. The old black man retrieved the Vaseline and whistled happily as he lubricated his shaft. 

The old men were gathered behind her and Amber winced at the image she must be presenting to them. Her tight puckered sphincter was on display for them as was her clearly aroused slit. Even as she thought about it, one of them reached out and gave her clit a little squeeze that sent a spasm of desire up her back. She was about to object when she felt Amos move into position. He forced her to spread her legs apart and for a moment his shaft slid between her thighs and pressed against her labia. "Move them hands back to spread them cheeks," he growled at her. Amber adjusted herself and moaned as she felt Amos' cock move a little. The head came back and slid along her pussy lips, pressing against the entrance to her vagina. She was so acutely aware of it's presence, that she felt her own pussy stretch out over the tip of Amos' cock and leak fluid on it. For a brief moment, she thought Amos was about to shove it inside her, but instead he pulled back and the head now slid upwards over her ass cheeks. Amber's breasts mashed into the back of her couch as her hands pulled her ass cheeks apart.

Amos had left a big dollop of Vaseline on his finger and he spread the gel around her anus. He moved his big finger in a circular motion, counter clockwise, the tip of his finger moving deeper with each circular movement. "Aaagh," cried Amber as the large finger pushed through her rosebud. Amos's hands were meaty and thick, so that his finger was larger then Frank's more elongated fingers. He still moved his finger around as he pushed it deeper. "Just preparing you for the real thing," he said when Amber groaned again. Amos' finger was probably as big as her husband's penis and she felt a brief twinge of guilt at what she was doing. She felt the knuckle move past her anus and his finger couldn't go any further. Her own knuckles turned white as the gripped her ass cheeks. Amos slid his finger in and out, moving it faster and much to her surprise, Amber found herself pushing her ass back into his thrusting finger. Amos seemed to take that as a cue and he pulled his finger out. Finally, she felt his cock head press down upon her sphincter and push against it. "Oooww," she grunted as it pushed into her. It wasn't as bad as she would have thought and then she felt his shaft slide along her pussy slit again. It was only Amos' thumb in her ass. The thumb was wider then his finger, but it couldn't push as deep. She became accustomed to the thickness quicker then she would have suspected. Amos continued sliding his shaft along her lips and Amber could feel her pussy practically dripping lubrication on it. She was borderline mad with horniness at this point. She half wished Amos would forget about her ass and just shove that big black cock deep into her pussy. She couldn't let that happen though, but maybe she could convince Frank to go down on her again before they left.

Amos pulled his thumb out and this time pushed two fingers in. "Oh shit!" cried Amber. "It's ripping my ass." Her ass, however, did stretch wider for the larger invader. Much to Amber's surprise, the pain only lasted momentarily and actually felt mildly pleasant. Amos began jack hammering her anus with his two fingers and his thumb slid down to her pussy, pressing inside it and running around in little circular motions. Amber found her hips bucking into his thrusting fingers and thumb. "Oh god! Oh god, I'm ready now. Do it! Hurry. Please! Shove that black cock in my ass." Amber's face flushed with shame and she was thankful the black men were standing behind her. She had just begged for him to ass fuck her!

Amos pulled his fingers out and this time there was no doubt about what it was pressing against her anus. "Aargh! No! No! Wait! It's too big," she cried as the big head pushed past her sphincter. Amber gripped her ass cheeks tighter, trying to spread them wider, but knowing that it wouldn't help the pain. Thankfully, Amos waited with just the cock head in her ass until she grew used to it. It seemed like several minutes, but Amber eventually said, "I'm alright now. Go on." Amos shoved and his steel hard shaft seemed to bend a little before sliding in deeper. "Ow!," groaned Amber again as the thick part of the shaft pushed past her anus. She was thankful for the Vaseline as Amos began shoving his cock back and forth in her ass. Amber grunted with each forward thrust as the head seemed to reach new depths every time. Her breasts were hurting smashed against the sofa. Amber released her ass cheeks and brought her hands up to grip the sofa back. She pushed herself up and once again, to her surprise, she found herself pushing back into Amos' thrusts, her teeth gritted as she fucked him back.

"Bitch likes it," said Dick.

"She's taken nearly nine inches," said Walker in disbelief.

"Harder," ordered Amber. Something had snapped in her. She liked their cocks. She liked sucking their big black cocks. She liked swallowing their semen. She wanted Amos to fuck her ass. "Shove that black cock up my white ass. Fuck my ass, Amos. Give it to me good."

"You gots it, slut," growled Amos who began fucking her ass as fast as he would have fucked her pussy. "Angle isn't right," he said after a few minutes. Amos gripped her hips and kept his cock deep in her ass as he pulled her back off the couch. He turned them away from the couch and lowered both their bodies to their knees. Then he pushed Amber's back until she fell down on all fours. "You want this black cock?" he asked thrusting his hips.

"Yes, fuck my ass," she begged.

"You like having this black cock shoved up your asshole?"

"I love it. Fuck my ass with your black cock, Amos."

"Think how a big black cock would feel stuffed in that tight white pussy of yours," he said as he started fucking her ass again.

"Yes...would feel good... can't do that," she moaned, but the image of having one of their big cocks fucking her pussy filled her head and surprisingly her vision. She realized Dick Long had kneeled in front of her and was lining his huge cock up with her mouth. 

"I'm cashing in," he said as he pushed his big cock head past her lips.

Never in Amber's wildest dreams had she ever imagined this would be happening to her. She had never even fantasized about multiple partners, let alone two old black men shoving their dicks down her throat and ass. More surprising to her was the fact that it didn't bother her at all. She liked having two cocks in her at once. The only problem was that she wanted to cry out with pleasure at having her ass fucked, but it was hard to do while sucking Dick's massive cock. Nor could she do a good job sucking it, but Dick seemed content to keep the head in her mouth while he stroked the rest of his shaft. Amber grunted around Dick's cock as she felt Amos's cock swell in her ass. The huge head seemed to grow so big it jammed in her ass. Amos pushed it as deep as it would go and suddenly her bowels felt hot and wet as they filled with his semen. Amos' cock continued pumping her ass for of sperm and Amber could actually feel it shrink and recede a little, though it remained quite hard and he kept it in her ass. 

Amber turned her full attention on the cock in her mouth. She sucked and bobbed her head as fast as she could. Dick helped her by grabbing her hair and helping to move her head along. He bucked his hips too fucking her mouth with his shaft. They kept this up for at least fifteen minutes before his thrust grew more erratic and the black man groaned as his cock swelled up. His load still caught her off guard and sperm trickled out of her mouth. Amber swallowed as fast as she could adding yet another load of hot semen to the ones already filling her belly. 

Dick didn't pull out until the last drop of sperm had shot from his cock. When he did remove it, an exhausted Amber fell forward and Amos's cock plopped up out of her ass. His semen followed his cock up and out, flowing up and spilling out of her butt hole. His seed trickled down to coat her engorged labia and covering her clit until it dripped down into her carpet. Amber stayed on the floor regaining her strength. Dick and Amos both cleaned up in the bathroom. When they were done, she finally pushed herself to her feet and went to clean herself up. The four old black men grinned at her when she finally returned and rejoined them at the table. Walker dealt the cards.

Amber had fifty in chips as well as a blow job card to sell back and three anal. The cards were worth $160. She was shaking with lust to win this game and some of her money back. She should quit now and try to get by on the fifty, but she also knew she couldn't. She played a few hands, mostly using the cards to save her chips. She cringed when Walker won an anal off her. She couldn't imagine what his thick monster would feel like. She won some more chips, then lost the blow job card to Frank, giving him two. The poor old black man hadn't gotten off yet and she hoped he would cash it out, but he just pulled it into his pile of chips. Amber squirmed in her seat. She'd thought she'd gotten it all, but her ass continued to leak semen and she found herself sitting in a little pool of it. 

Amber winced when she looked at her cards. Frank had dealt her yet another great hand. It was too good to fold on. She held three jacks in a game of five card draw. The pot was growing big again as nobody had folded. At the rate they were going, she would be out of money yet again. She threw an anal into the pot and then another anal as the old black men continued to raise. She turned in two cards, but the new ones didn't help her any. Finally, as she knew it would, someone raised over her limit. "Fuck," she cursed, picking up some of their vocabulary.

"Looks like you're finally out," said Frank. "Sorry, we tried to do you a favor and everything. Unless..."

"Unless, I let one of you fuck me."

"Yep," agreed Frank, "and I know you don't want that. Unless you think you got a really good hand."

"I have a great hand, but I can't let it go that far. I already feel like a slut for doing what I did with you guys."

"Then you mights as well go put yo clothes back on," growled Dick. "The we can finish our game."

"I'll let you borrow some food to get by this weekend." Frank winked as he once again patted her hand.

"Times up." Dick impatiently banged his fist on the table. "If you're done, don't bother dressing, I'm gonna use another titty fuck card when we is done here."

"Yeah, I'm gonna fuck me that white ass too," said Walker happily.

"I can't fold," cried Amber putting her head in her hands and sobbing. She had the shakes bad, her addiction was upon her. She had to see their cards. 

"You know," said Frank with his hand on his chin as if deep in thought. "If we didn't cum inside you it wouldn't be cheating. It wouldn't be much different then sticking our dicks in your ass or mouth."

"I don't know," said Amber, raising her head up to look at the men.

"I bet you is dying to know what a man sized cock feels like shoved up yo pussy." Dick was grinning as he spoke. His missing teeth made him look evil as he said it.

Amber ignored him and looked at Frank. "What would it be worth, a hundred?"

"I fucked you ass for only fifty." Amos was shaking his head.

"Seventy five then," said Frank staring at Amber until she nodded yes.

"And you won't cum in me?" she asked.

"Deal," said Frank. The three other black men agreed on the amount.

Amber's hands were shaking as she took up a pen and index card. She wrote, "The bearer of this card can fuck me, but must pull out before he cums. Seventy-five dollar value."

"You worried about getting pregnant?" asked Walker.

"No, I'm on the pill. I just don't want to betray my husband or our marriage vows. What do I owe?"

"Twenty-five to the pot," said Frank.

The four old black men leaned forward with anticipation as Amber pushed her card into the pot and counted out fifty in chips for her change. "Call," said Amber. She laid down her three jacks. Walker threw his cards down face up. Amber frowned to see that he only had a ten high. Why did he keep raising with only a ten high? Amos saw her frowning and threw his cards down face down. 

"Three queens," said Dick. "Lets go fuck now, bitch." The dark black muscular black man stood up from the table. Amber shivered at how menacing his ugly black cock looked. The thing was as rampant as ever and seemed to be dripping precum in anticipation.

"Not so fast," said old man Frank. "Full house, sixes over twos."

"What the fuck!" Dick looked furious and Amber cringed in fear for the old black man. "I was supposed to win that hand."

"You win some and you lose some," said Frank standing up from the table. "I'd like to cash in my card now, Mrs. Gertz." Frank followed the nude woman back into the living room. 

Amber sat on the carpeted floor and watched Frank undress. Here was a black man old enough to be her great grandfather stripping so he could fuck her and she found herself a little eager. He unbuttoned his shirt as quickly as old arthritic hands could move. His chest was as long and skinny as the rest of him. His ribs were visible, but his belly bulged out a little. Wispy patches of gray hair covered his chest. "You sure you want to do this?" she asked. 

"There's nothing I want more," he replied, pulling his belt out of their loops.

"But what about your wife?"

"Her pussy's been dried up for years." . Amber wrinkled her nose. Frank could be as crude as the rest of the old black men. "I'm glad it's you," she said. Frank had been the nicest of the bunch.

Frank smirked at her. He didn't look excited or eager. He looked angry as he stepped out of his pants. "I'm glad it's me too." Frank pulled his underwear down and his cock flopped out.

Amber gasped at the sight of it. His cock really wasn't any bigger then Amos', but it looked huge sticking out of Frank's skinny body. The word that came to mind to describe it, was 'old.' Frank's cock looked old. His cock was blacker then his skin and his foreskin was the blackest of all. It appeared more wrinkled like a prune then the other's foreskins. His shaft sprung forth from a large patch of pure white pubic hair that covered his crotch and balls. Frank pulled the foreskin back and the big cock head looked as wrinkled as the foreskin. It wasn't hard like the other black men, though it was erect. It looked kind of sad, like the poor thing was straining to fully harden. "Let me see what I can do," she said. Amber took his cock in her mouth and sucked on the tip. It did grow a little, but it still remained floppy. Amber took his cock as deep as it would go down her throat. She looked up at him to see if he was enjoying it, but he still looked angry.

"Enough," growled Frank. "Get on your back and spread them legs."

Frank kneeled between Amber's legs. She spread them wide, no longer embarrassed showing off her insides to these men. Frank placed his cock head against the entrance to her pussy and pushed. His shaft bent and the head was too big to easily slide inside her. The old man squeezed the base to make it as harder and tried again, but the shaft still bent.

"We could try again some other time," said Amber. She tried to look understanding and smiled at the old man.

"Fuck that, slut," he growled back. "I've been waiting my whole like to turn out some white pussy for the black man." Frank grabbed the base of his cock and smacked it across her labia. "White whore," he moaned smacking it down hard again. 

"Frank!"

"Shut up, bitch." Frank smacked his cock down again and again. "I'm going to ruin that white pussy." SMACK "You'll be begging for black cock when I'm done with ya." SMACK "Fuckin' slut for black cock." SMACK




Welcome to the Neighborhood



The automatic gate slammed shut behind our U-Haul trailer. We're were moving into our dream home in Tuscany Estates, a yuppie's fantasy Italian village recreated in American suburbia.

It was a theme park, Olive Garden-vision of Italy. As a reminder of the glory of ancient Rome, broken columns were clumped together like pickup-sticks as the centerpiece for driving rotundas. Ivy and grapevines adorned perimeter walls. The local strip mall was called "The Ruins," which sold women's fashions, bath salts and soft-serve yogurt from stores with vines and exposed brick facades.

We came here in quest of the romance that had long since abandoned our marriage. We were still in love but more like a brother and sister who were casually bitchy with each other.

After a long day of unpacking boxes and hanging pictures, Janet and I took a stroll around our new neighborhood, checking out the Mediterranean homes with roofs the color of burnt chili peppers.

One home at the end of a cul de sac was set far back in its lot, shrouded by high hedges. We noticed some statutes of nude Asiatic women in prayer and yoga poses on the front porch. 

The statues were museum tasteful but were definitely provocative for our button-down neighborhood of accountants, pediatricians and civil engineers. I'm a tax attorney who specializes in finding loopholes so people won't screwed in paying too many taxes. I was a little too good at my job. I wasn't getting screwed at all any more.

While I was getting pasty in middle age, Janet was an imposing brunette at 6-feet-1. Her height reinforced her authority as a middle school principal. Her school regularly led our school district in test scores and academic prizes.

That evening we saw a motorcade of sports and luxury cars pulling into the cul de sac around the home of the nude statues. Stylishly dressed couples were getting out of their cars, carrying bottles of wine and casserole dishes to the front door.

Women wore obscenely short dresses with plunging necklines. They were dwarfed by brawny companions. All the couples were so fit they could have all been triathlon athletes. 

Many couples were interracial. We noticed more than a couple groups of three, such as blushing 20-year-old college girls or an older white couple with a young black guy. In one instance, the black guy held an older white woman's hand while her balding husband followed a few steps behind.

Whenever the door opened, we could hear lots of giggling and see the flickering of candles.

We hustled home.

For the first time in our 15-year marriage, Janet initiated the sex, pushing down her jogging pants and panties and leaning over the bed. I plunged my dick into a sopping wet pussy. To our disappointment, I spurted right away.

As we cuddled, she played with my balls and tugged on my penis. "May be we found the right place," she said.

Janet crawled deeper into the sheets and started sucking me back to hardness.

The next morning I found a bowl of fruit in place of my usual toasted bagel with smoked salmon and cream cheese. Janet left me a note on the dinning room table, saying she went for a jog.

It was like Janet had suddenly remembered our long-forget ten New Year's Resolution to drop 10 to 20 pounds each. That morning I decided to take some free weights to work so I could lift between appointments.

A week later, our housekeeper confirmed what we already surmised.

We were living with swingers, but were surprised that the hostess was a short Indian woman named Oona. 

She was very reserved but friendly. She apparently lived alone and worked from a home office, where she directed a large philanthropy. Some complained that she brought too much traffic into our gated community, but the directors of our homeowners association were known to make exceptions.

The insiders' joke was that Oona had sex with all of them. The promiscuity was at odds with the public appearance of Oona as a very serious and disciplined athlete who was often swimming laps and playing tennis at the clubhouse.

Our insiders source of information was Rosa, our hot young Honduran maid who also cleaned at Oona's. Janet plied her for gossip. Rosa liked to tease us, joking about how horny we were despite our reputations.

Three months into our stay in Tuscany Hills, we got Oona's invitation after meeting a few conditions. Some were obvious, like we couldn't bring cell phones or cameras. We had to pass background checks assuring our hostess we were clean of criminality and sexually-transmitted diseases. We were extorted for a $10,000 gift to Oona's foundation for Indian art.

The last two conditions took me surprise. Rosa gingerly explained to us over coffee that the parties were female-centered, meaning women called all the shots. Guys were not supposed to initiate. Because the girls got more action, Oona wanted assurance that I was not the jealous type. 

This was when Janet cleared her throat. "Oona wants me to make love with another guy before we go."

She wanted proof I could take it. I turned red in embarrassment as Rosa explained that that Oona wanted to avoid a fight or otherwise ugly episode at her party.

I hate to sound so self-absorbed, but I had only considered my own satisfaction of watching other couples make love, perhaps indulging in a blow job or a hand job from an attractive stranger. I never thought my wife would be making out with a strange guy, but the idea turned me on.

"Another thing, you have to follow the dress code. Guys are not supposed to wear any clothing during the party," said Rosa, smiling mischievously.

"You don't mind taking your clothes off, do you dear?" Janet said in her principal's voice. "Rosa has to report back to Oona that you're not inhibited."

I did not move for a second.

"Let's go, dear, don't keep Rosa waiting," Janet prodded me.

I got up and fumbled with my clothing. Rosa was watching me so closely, it was unnerving. I was more embarrassed than turned on. My penis was barely more than a pimple when I pulled my boxers down. 

The girls were patronizingly sweet. 

"He looks so cute," Rosa said. "But you guys are in for a shock. There's some big guys who come to these parties. Janet, you're going to feel what a big dick is like. Oops, sorry, Mr. Crabtree, I was just being honest."

As if on cue, our gardener Gonzalo walked into the living room. He wore a white T-shirt and blue jeans and a red bandana around his neck. He was sweaty and smelled of manure.

Ignoring my presence, Gonzalo leaned over and put his thick arms around my Janet. He squeezed her boobs and pecked her on the check with a familiarity that made me suspicious.

Janet cooed in response. She stood up submissively.

"Sorry, baby, but I have been hot for Gonzalo for a while," said Janet while panting in heat.

The gardener swooped her up into his arms and carried her up on the stairs. I was left staring, wondering what was going on. My penis was stirring to life.

"Come on, silly," said Rosa. She pulled me by my penis as we followed behind.

When we got to the bedroom, Janet was already nude and on her knees before Gonzalo. She was unzipping his pants when she saw me walk in the room.

"Sure you're OK with this?" said Janet, shooting me a look of desparation, like don't fuck this up for me.

When his pants were down to his ankles, Gonzalo sat on the edge of the bed. 

"Hey, it's my favorite bed cover," said Gonzalo, referring to an old wedding gift of ours. "I will try not to come on it. Me and Rosa like to fuck around up here while you guys are at work."

Rosa laughed knowingly. 

Janet was nuzzling on his cock. "Oh, yeah, you're such a good little slut," Gonzalo said. "Educator of the year! If the PTA could see you now, my chica."

Rosa parked me on a love seat in the corner of the bedroom. Rosa was lifting her blouse over his head. She shook her boobs free and rubbed her nipples as she watched the show.

"Dayum, your wife can suck some cock," Rosa said.

Janet turned her head toward to us, she was blushing.

"I cant help it," she said. "I love his cock. It's so big. I've never had anything like it."

My gardener pushed my wife's head back to his lap, motioning for her to get back to business. "She's not so bad, Mr. Crabtree," he said. "You're a lucky guy."

My own dick was standing at attention. I started playing with myself while Gonzalo suddenly became all business, as if it wasn't so unusual to get head from a client's wife. 

"Hey, I have been thinking about replacing the rose bush in front of the house, maybe putting in some tulips in the back."

Then Gonzalo closed his eyes. A moment later, Janet licked his cum from her lips.

Rosa by then had stepped out of her panties. She joined Janet and Gonzalo on the bed. Rosa kissed my wife, sucking the cum from her mouth.

"I think want to bang Rosa doggy-style while Janet licks our private parts," Gonzalo said. "Why don't you get your video camera so we can have something to show Oona?"

Gonzalo barked more orders, treating the women like dogs, getting them more excited.

When I returned from the closet with the video camera, Rosa and Janet were beside each other on all fours. Gonzalo would pump one for a while before switching horses. I got about 10 minutes of this on tape before Gonzalo asked, "OK, which one of you sluts wants my cum?"

Janet screamed out, "Me!"

Gonzalo slapped her ass. "I love these old white chicks, but it might cost you a few bucks."

Janet then turned to me. "Don't just stand there, get the check book!"

A week later, the four of us walked down the block to Oona's. The house was pretty dark inside except for some candles placed on shelves and coffee tables.

We disrobed in a guest bedroom. The girls wore thongs and corsets that pushed out their boobs. The boys took everything off. My wife and Rosa bent down to give Gonzalo's an affectionate kiss on his dangling cock.

"You're going to fuck me tonight?" Janet pleaded with our gardener.

Gonzalo teased her."I am kind of sick of your saggy tits," he said. "I am going for younger tail tonight."

He pinched Rosa on the ass, startling her. Janet was pouting as she looked on in jealousy, her arms akimbo, while Gonzalo and Rosa exchanged a passionate kiss.

"Come on, baby, let's explore," I said, taking her hand.

In the living room, nude couples were dancing to techno, grinding against each other in sexual poses.

I could tell Janet was eager to dump my ass for somebody else. She looked around the room impatiently, checking out guys.

Our hostess approached.

"Welcome to the neighborhood," she said before giving us a group-hug.

It was awkward since Oona wore nothing but a black harness with a strap-on dick. Oona had short bangs and thick blue eye liner. I immediately imagined her as a Cleopatra of the burbs but then she broke my reverie.

"Oh, did I poke you?" She leaned back and stroked dildo obscenely, giggling. She thrust her pelvis like Elvis.

I couldn't help but stare. She made circles in the air with her strap-on dildo. Oona had perky tits and a round ass, but she made me feel gay.

"I think your husband wants my dick by the way he's staring at it," Oona told my wife. "Do you mind if I borrow him for a while?"

Janet nodded yes. "Please be me my guest."

"Don't worry, you won't be left alone."

A muscular, tall black guy lifted Janet and threw her over his shoulder.

"This is Leo," said Oona, making introductions. "You'll soon see why the girls fight over him. He's quite a lover."

Minutes later, Oona was taking me doggy style on her bed. My ass surged with pain. Oona's tone changed dramatically.

"Tell me you're my ass slut," she demanded, slapping my ass.

"I'm your ass slut!"

Oona thrust hard. I could her the vibrating noise coming from her strapon. She cried out as she reached orgasm. I collapsed on the bed in relief it was over. 

Afterwards, Oona wiped some blood from my ass with a hand towel.

"You'll get used to it, I promise," Oona said endearingly.

She wiped a tear from the corner of the eye.

"Pretty soon, you'll get to the point where you will want it all the time. Your wife can dress you up in girly underwear."

Oona chortled and gave me a hug, I felt her boobs brush my back.

"I've got to go fuck the president of the homeowners association," Oona, said rubbing her cock in anticipation. 

"Go explore a little bit. I am sure your wife is preoccupied. New girls get all the attention."

I waded out to the hot tub and watched a blonde give handjobs to two guys talking about baseball.

I heard people talking about a new girl taking on guys in a gang bang in the basement.

I rushed to find Janet dazed like a zombie on a dirty mattress. She was covered in cum.

"God, I love this place," she said.

Life got interesting after the party. Janet learned she was pregnant for the first time at 39. While most couples wonder if a new baby will be a boy or girl, we wondered if it would be brown, black, white or yellow. She had so many lovers at the party. 

Gonzalo, of course, assumed it was his, teasing us all the time about it. He often called Janet his "baby mama" in front of me while stroking her belly. He insisted on having sex with my wife throughout her pregnancy. Janet never complained so I never said anything.

Gratefully, the baby was Asian. Janet left the school system to be a stay at home mom. I took some paternity leave as well.

We became good friends with Oona, who comes over frequently for coffee and tax advice. Occasionally, she will surprise me with woman's lingerie to wear.

We'll wind up in the master bed upstairs in an amazing threesome. Oona likes to fuck me from behind while Janet fucks my mouth with her new strapon. 

I never get to fuck her any more, but my ass has made me indifferent. All I want is the strapon now.

Janet told me she wants to start fucking around with guys from the party, especially Leo. She doesn't want our daughter to be an only child.



Welcome to the Neighborhood



My wife and I had been married for 17 years, and we had a pretty good life together. --- so why did I begin to change it? Who knows - boredom, same ol' ritual each weekend night. Perhaps, but maybe it was just fate - Let me tell you my story.

It had been a couple of weeks with out sex, my wife had not been in the mood and so, I start getting horny - who doesn't? Susan had to go to a neighborhood board meeting and that left me with nothing but time and my own thoughts to drive me to distraction. I went up to the clubhouse pool for a late evening swim. I did a few laps in the pool and then got out and relaxed in the lounge chair while I started to dry off in the fading sun. It was then that I saw her --- tall brunette with a one piece white bathing suit that looked fabulous against her deeply tanned skin. She came over and set up shop in the chair next to mine. A book in hand so she could be left alone, but a glance over to me was one that invited a conversation. So it began. Small talk, I am not even sure what we had said, I was trying not to stare at her exposed cleavage that seemed to be drawing my attention each time she twisted her body to continue our conversation.

You know the idle chatter that starts conversations for people who decide to get to know each other better - Was I married? Where was my wife now? What kind of job I have? How long I have lived here? To which I answered that I was married and told her a bit about Susan, and why I was up at the pool alone. I told her I had lived here 7 years and that I was a writer and work out of my home. The same kind of questions were asked by me and she responded that her name was Ann, that she just moved in a block from our house, that she wasn't married but involved with someone special. She hinted that she was available for fun, but it was one of those statements that are not said directly but rather given an underling tone.

Just as the sun hit the horizon she asked me to join her for a drink back at her house, saying that I was one of the nicest looking guys she had met since moving in three weeks ago.

I knew Susan would be at that board meeting for another few hours and I liked the company that Ann presented me, so I agreed and walked her to her house. We entered the garage and she told me to wait while she turned off the alarm, then stepped into the house and shut the door behind her. After what seemed like 2 minutes she returned to allow me enter. I was disappointed by what I saw as she reopened the door to her house. Ann had changed clothes.... Gone was the wonderful swimsuit and in its place was a ¾ length silk robe.

"Take your shoes off, and put this on," she instructed while handing me a pair of satin running shorts. "I don't want your damp swimsuit to damage the furniture." Then pointing to her first floor master bedroom door, "You can change in there."

This was not what I expected, but I wanted to be with her --- wanted the conversation to continue --- but more than that --- I wanted to be with this sexy creature. It didn't seem like a weird request and I politely kicked off my sandals and changed in her bedroom. The running shorts were loose fitting and unlike the swimsuit I had just removed, these shorts did not have any support. They were thin material and allowed my cock and balls to hang down. Now I worried about getting excited....and it showing! 

Her bedroom was nice, with a 4-poster bed in the center of the room and a large master bath that had a sunken tub.

The conversation turned to sex and I was more than willing to give her some information about my wife and I. I told her how we don't have sex often enough to please me, and I described my wife's attributes - namely her looks. She is a petite woman of 4' 11" and weighs only 92 pound wet. She has long blonde hair that hangs down past her waist. Baby blue eyes, and a cute face, and large breasts for a petite woman. She wears a 32 C but could push it to a D if she didn't like how the C cup seemed to push her cleavage together to make a perfect sight. In contrast, Ann was 5' 10" maybe 165 pounds and seemed to be toned very well --- perhaps even muscular for a woman. Her breasts were at least 36DD.

Ann continued our conversation on sex when she was telling me how much she liked to be in charge, and have sex slave wait on her hand and foot. She told me that her partner was not into being dominated, he would rather be the boss also. This left her feeling unfulfilled in the relationship. She wanted more. I had always been the boss of our marriage, but really wasn't that dominant with Susan... we were just easy going I guess you could say.

I let on to Ann that an arrangement of not being in control excited me. It was like a green light for her. Ann started stroking my leg and working her hand up inside my open shorts. She wasn't going directly for my cock, but just the nearness of her hand made the little monster grow. We had been talking in her family room and she pressed me into the couch and began to kiss my cheek, neck and ear. As her hot breath was at my ear, I had surrendered, and was just laying back enjoying this new way of foreplay. Ann's hand snaked into my shorts and got a grip on my balls and squeezed. I yelped! She laughed and had an evil look... one that sent shivers up my spine. I looked like prey for her and she was going to eat me for dinner.

When I reached up to her breasts and started to pull her robe off her shoulders, she stopped me, putting my hand back at my side. "No touching, you are mine to play with" she admonished me. Then she went back to kissing my neck and nibbling on my ear lobe. Moments later, she pulled my shorts off and my cock sprang free.

"Mmmmm, how delicious you look.... I bet I could swallow your whole cock." She told me. Now, I am not one to complain about getting a blow job...but I didn't quite catch that she was really saying that I am smaller than what she is accustom to having in a cock. She climbed off of me and scooted over on the couch. She was still in her robe, and all I had on was a T-shirt. "Stand up next to me... I want to suck your dick" she told me. "Lose the T-shirt" I managed to yank the shirt over my head and stand in front of her waiting for her lips to circle around my hard member.

Ann started cupping my balls in one hand and jerking me off with her other hand, while at the same time licking the tip of my dick and occasionally putting a few inches in her mouth. I got even harder. Ann was moaning and enjoying her activity until she looked up at me from her seated position and asked, "Does this satisfy Susan?"

I thought about her comment for just a moment but since I was proud of how hard I was at the time, I answered "Yes it does"

"Really?" She said just before taking my whole cock into her mouth.

"I haven't had any complaints from her in the past" I replied in my own defense.

"Well, I guess if she is as small as you said, then she is pretty tight in the snatch too" Ann retorted.

It was tough of me to be getting a blow job from a neighbor I had just met 2 hours earlier, but to have her question my stability with Susan while she was doing it was a bit awkward.

Then to the understatement of the year I said, "Well, I know I am not as big as some guys, but this 6 inches is pretty thick and it does the job it was intended for"

"I would guess closer to 5 inches, maybe 6 if we gave you a couple of Viagra.... But don't get all cocky on me with the thickness either.... You should be glad that I think you are cute and decided to let you have all this pleasure" She stated with a sneer on her lovely face.

A woman giving me a blowjob was putting me in my place. I had to try and change the tone here ... I tried to be funny and quote a line from a play I once saw while I held on to the back of her head and pushed it onto my hard cock "Me thinks you talk too much wench"

Ann gagged on my cock.... I think it caught her off guard.... But what happened next caught ME off guard. Ann squeezed my nuts with the hand that had been softly stroking them, and pushing back against my hands holding the back of her head she forcefully stated "Remove your hands from my head." I did so immediately.

But now I put one hand on her wrist to try and remove it from my balls and she took offense to that too.

"Listen here smarty pants ... When I feel like giving you a blow job, you will stand still and keep your hands to yourself. Do NOT put them on me. DO NOT try to stop me from what I am doing. You can play with your nipples or put them behind you and hold your ass open...but don't put them on me. NOW LET GO!!"

I did. She let up her squeeze then smiled up at me. "Listen Pet... you will like this a lot more if you just give in to me." Then she sighed as I she saw the fear in my eyes. "It is a power thing with me... I told you my partner is pure man. Not only is he a BIG man...but he knows how much he can pleasure a woman and knows he can get away with being bossy. This is for MY pleasure, and I will sit here with my clothes on, while you stand naked at attention letting me take your dick. When it is time for you to go down on me.... I again will be comfortably sitting down while you will be on your knees before me. AND I WILL PUSH YOUR FACE DEEPER INTO MY WET PUSSY and you will please me."

Her dominant speech was turning me on again. She was telling me that she would only accept me as her plaything. She wanted to be in charge.

"Remember, you get something you always wanted out of this deal --- you get sex. You wanted sex... a lot of it." This part was apparently true since she was milking my cock.

Ann went back to letting her tongue lick my dick, and I stood there naked, with my hands behind my back so I didn't mistakenly grab the back of her head again, and I contemplated her words.

Then I came.... I squirted hard and she sucked down every drop.

She stood up and as she walked toward the kitchen, she told me to stay put. After that little episode, I didn't even think about sitting down on the furniture. I just stood in the middle of the room with my poor cock shrinking back to normal size.

She smiled at me when she returned, and I am sure her thoughts were of how I was still doing as she commanded. "Here, drink this. It is a home made herbal tea that my partner found will give you more stamina in the sack." As I drank the brew, I got a shiver that sometimes occurs when something doesn't agree with your taste buds. "Finish it all my dear pet, and follow me to the bed room"

From there, everything got a bit fuzzy... and I do remember her taking off her robe. She had a pair of blue lace panties on that I remember kissing. I saw as she peeled them off for me to lick her. I remember a voice telling me to obey. The voice told me I was a PET that obeying would give me pleasure. The other memories that flooded into my poor brain were that of a large cock. Much bigger than mine. My god... I was afraid that she was not a full woman. She had a cock and made me look at it. She made me play with it. The voice kept telling me to be a good pet and obey. After that, I don't remember a thing.

I woke up the next day in my own bed, in my own home. Was it a dream? How did I get home? Did Susan know what I had done? Did this beautiful woman exist? I remembered the sex, and began to get scared that she was different ... that she was not entirely a woman. That she was once a man, but had some surgery to add a fabulous set of boobs. I decided that the best thing to do was to forget everything that happened and not go near that woman again. Easier said than done. But now I had to find out what Susan knew of my encounter.

I started questioning Sue about last night. "What time did the meeting end, dear?" 

"9 PM"

Hmmm, not much to go on....but I couldn't be this sore, and only had been out till 10 with the wild woman last night, so I asked "Boy, I don't even remember going to bed last night."

Sue was working around the bedroom picking up some clothes and answered "You didn't come to bed dear, you were asleep on the couch at 6 this morning, I went to bed after the meeting, and assumed you had gone for your evening jog after being at the pool. I heard what I thought was the door slam, and woke up and you weren't in bed beside me. I got up and found you asleep on the couch. The TV was just static, but it was turned down almost all the way, so I assumed you fell asleep watching it."

I sighed with relief that she wasn't worried about me, or that she didn't suspect me of any wrongdoing. I began to try to put last night (or what I could remember) out of my mind.