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The Neighborhood

By: fittucker87



As he leaned back against it, Mark Jordan's hands gripped the counter top rhythmically as he gazed down at the sight before him. With his shorts around his ankles, his best friends' mom paused to swirl her pink tongue over the pulsing head of his thick cock as it glided up between her breasts. Seeing the glazed expression on his face, the sexy brunette MILF smiled and wrapped her big jugs even tighter around his pole.

"Oh, yeah! Fuck my tits Mark," she moaned as he slid back down the soft valley for another round trip.

Gasping for air, he placed both hands on her shoulders pulling her tighter to his body. He shook his head in wonder at what had transpired to bring him here with his cock nestled firmly between Kay Reynolds's tits.

Up until the aforementioned moment, I considered myself an average nineteen year old. It was the summer after my first year of college and I had come home for a break from my studies. After a year of demanding pre-med classes, it seemed all I wanted to do was sleep late, play video games, nap in the afternoon and then crash on the couch watching TV with my sister, Kim, and mom, Vivian, at night.

It was just the three of us now. Dear old Dad had split two years previous after Mom walked into his office to find his young blonde receptionist tossing her mouth back and forth on his cock. So at least I didn't have the father figure around goading me into more respectable activities this summer.

The lazing off was getting to be a bit much I must admit. As I swung my legs out of bed that day, I looked down my trim torso and gripped my stomach.

"Whoa, need to lay off mom's cooking," I thought. Normally I was much more active, having been in track in high school and I kept it up in college along with some gym time as well. I stood and walked over to the mirror over my dresser. 

I stood just over 6 feet, 180 pounds, most of it lean muscle. I ran a hand through my close cropped brown hair and examined myself more closely. The six-pack abs that I had worked so hard to get were rapidly disappearing under the double onslaught of too much couch time and home cooking. What hadn't been affected by my inactivity was straining the front of my boxers. I ran a hand over the head of my cock and groaned. 

What inactivity does to the body, a quiet personality does to your sex life. I had never really had a girlfriend due to my bookish habits and shyness. There was the one time with Nancy Taylor, but that ended much too quickly for her and for me. Most weekends were limited to taming the boa myself or living vicariously through my best friend/neighbor Spencer's conquests. On the surface I had all the tools. I was considered handsome and fit, and if locker room comparisons could be trusted, a dick that resided at the high end of the scale. I pulled my hand away from the lurching bulge and at that moment I made up my mind to get back on track. I slipped on a pair of running shorts and shoes and headed downstairs for a quick bite.

Bursting out of my room with my newfound energy, I ran smack into my little sister who was just emerging from the bathroom.

"Ooof!"

Before I could make a move to catch her, my 18 year old sister bounced off of me and landed on her rear on the carpet.

"Watch where you're going Mark!"

"I...I'm sorry Kim, are you alright?"

What a bonehead In my rush to go running I'd plowed over my sister! I stood over her like a goofball and stared down.

She'd apparently just gotten out of the shower as evidenced by the towel wrapped around her body. Our collision had the cliched effect on the covering; loosening it just enough to reveal her rounded curves and tanned flesh. Horrified, I jerked my eyes back towards her face as she huffed and flipped her wet blonde hair out of her face.

Kim had just graduated high school and was headed out of state to another college on a cheerleading scholarship. The hours of routines and cheering had sculpted her 5'2" frame into one lean package. I had glimpsed enough to sear my brain with the fact that no matter how much she worked out and watched what she ate, those twin globes on her chest weren't going anywhere.

She raised her blue eyes to look up at me, frowning slightly. As the fact that I had my shirt off dawned on her, I noticed her gaze slipping back down my chest and abs to rest squarely on the tented out front of my running shorts. When I realized what she must be seeing, my face flushed a deep scarlet and I prayed for a hole to open up that I could dive into.

Her full red lips curled up in a knowing (?!?) smile, revealing straight white teeth. And for a second, or was it my imagination, did her tongue flick out and trace her upper lip?

"Wellll, in a hurry are we?"

"Kim...I'm so sorry! I was headed out to run and didn't see you! Are you hurt?"

I reached out a hand to help her up. She gripped the top of her towel with one hand and took my hand in her other. I pulled her to her feet. I expected her to take a step back as I had levered her up directly in front of me. She did quite the opposite, taking a half step forward, brushing my abs with her chest and bathing my chest with her warm breath.

"No, only my ego is bruised. Watch where you're going next time." She still did not step away and my nose was filled with the strawberry smell of her shampoo. I could not help myself and my eyes were drawn downward to the valley of cleavage that no towel could ever cover. She shifted her feet, bringing her right leg into direct contact with my rock hard groin. I jumped as if burned, plastered myself to the wall and scooted past her as fast as I could.

She turned as I fled down the stairs.

"Maybe we could bump into each other again soon...just ask next time," she laughed.

My ears burned as I took the stairs two at a time. Screeching to a halt at the bottom of the stairs, the smell of Kim's shampoo was replaced by the smell of eggs and bacon coming from the kitchen. Great. Now I'd have to interact with Mom before I could get out the door. Unfortunately, my crotch tripod still had a mind of its own, so I tried to readjust myself to a less obscene profile before seeing my mom. I crossed the living room and headed in the kitchen.

As I stood in the doorway I saw Mom struggling with something in the sink.

"Morning mom, what's up?"

"Oh! Mark! You startled me! What are you doing up so early!"

I hadn't been out of bed before noon since coming home and had not been subjected to Mom's early morning attire. Sickly, given my current condition, I noticed that mom had gotten in the habit of sleeping in only a night shirt and panties (I hoped), since I was away at school. I quickly lowered my eyes and turned my head to leave the room.

"I'm sorry Mom. I didn't know you weren't dressed."

"Don't be silly, I'm your mother. Come here, I need your help". I swallowed hard and turned back towards her as she continued to pull at something in the sink.

My Mom and Dad were high school sweethearts, getting married right out of high school. Mom had me before she turned 19 and stayed at home to raise myself and my sister while Dad went to school and then started his career. Flash forward nineteen years and you get what I was trying so hard to take no notice of. Vivian Jordan had always been a beauty judging from the family photo album and the years had only softened her features somewhat. She wore her brown hair short, in a bob and her green eyes squinted at the drain, while her full red lips pursed in frustration. She kept herself fit, swimming laps in the family pool and watching what she ate. I had never really noticed how voluptuous she was, since she always swam in a demure one piece and normally she was dressed by the time I got up. Today, however, was a different story.

As she pulled at what appeared to be a dish towel sticking up out of the disposal, I noticed the full curve of her breasts and how they swayed rhythmically in time with her efforts. She stood almost on her tip toes, as she barely cracked 5 feet tall and this caused her smooth, toned calves to ripple. My eyes continued up her tanned legs to her flaring hips and rounded ass which showed not a hint of a panty line. I was speechless with lust and horrified that my expression would give away my thoughts. She looked at me.

"Well, are you going to help me or not!"

I jerked out of my reverie.

"What's the problem?"

"Oh, I dropped the dishtowel in the disposal and now it seems like it's stuck"

"Here, move to the side and let me pull it out."

"No! I'm going to have to keep a hand on the disposal switch so it doesn't accidentally start up and chew it further down. Just reach around me. You're tall enough"

Fuck! Here I am with the boner to end all boners, my mother dressed in a mid-thigh night shirt, no panties, and she wants me to stand behind her and pull in tandem!

"Shouldn't we just call a plumber? I don't think I can..."

"Mark, just get behind me and help! We can pull it out if we work together!"

"But, but, I'm not..."

"Just do it," she snapped.

Okay, she asked for it. I stepped behind her and stretched my arms around her, grasping her upper arms and struggling to keep my crotch out of contact with her ass. At this angle I weakly pulled to no effect.

"Come on Mark! Grab my wrists and pull! I don't want to waste money on a plumber."

I hadn't realized I was holding my breath. I blew out a lungful of air and slowly pressed forward, gripping Mom's wrists and lodging my aching log right in the crack of her ass! She audibly sucked in a deep breath as the realization of my situation made itself painfully apparent.

"Oh my! I'm sorry baby, I didn't realize..."

"No Mom, I'm sorry...I got to go!" With that I turned and practically sprinted out of the room.

Vivian kept her head turned away until she was sure Mark had left the room, not trusting her composure. The length and thickness of her son's cock was like a brand on her ass and her mind was racing in places mother's minds shouldn't go. "My god," she thought, "Was that because of me?!" And in the next thought, "God that thing felt huge!" Unbidden, an image of how her son's cock must look flashed in her mind. She groaned as she imagined the long, thick shaft and throbbing red cock head glistening with a drop of precum....she shook her head as tears came to her eyes.

It had been far too long since she had felt the touch of a man, and between the hot log crammed between her ass cheeks and the feel of Mark's strong arms encircling her, she could feel the wetness seeping between her legs as her nipples hardened into little points of flesh. Unconsciously, she slipped her right hand under her night shirt and slipped her middle finger into her melting hole as her left hand cupped her full, firm breasts, alternating between them. There was no buildup, no slow motion cresting of a wave. As her finger frantically thrust in and out of her pussy at a break neck pace, her orgasm slammed into her. Her vision doubled as she bit down on her lip to keep from screaming. At just that moment, Mark came into sight, running down the street as if the hounds of hell were behind him. In her mind's eye she could almost see, and certainly imagine, how his cock must be bouncing in his shorts.

"Oh, my baby, my sweet boy..." she gasped and slumped against the counter top.

I think I set a world record for the 20 yard "Hump and Dash" from the kitchen to the front door. My feet barely touched the ground as my horrified mind came to grips with the realization that I was now a mother-humper! I yanked open the front door and almost had my second hit and run of the morning.

Nancy Taylor, Kim's best friend and another one of my obsessions, was just that moment coming up the steps. I barely missed her by pivoting to one side, which spilled me into the lawn. Startled, she jumped and squeaked in surprise. As I looked up at her from the grass, my mind could not help but spin back to a year ago, when I had finally gotten up the nerve to ask Nancy out before I left for college.

Nancy had always been around as long as I could remember. She was actually my age, having been held back in grade school. She and Kim had been friends since kindergarten and I had always thought of her as another little sister. That is, until puberty not only hit her, but wrapped her up in a warm embrace from which she emerged as a spectacular beauty. Nancy had always been pretty, but in that gangly, braces and pigtails vein. By that summer before her senior year, however, her legs had somehow gotten even longer and the girlish bumps and curves were gone, replaced by a woman's flaring hips and ass and large, gravity defying breasts that just made you want to cry and thank god. I was almost moved to tears many times in frustration and cursed god for my paralyzing embarrassment whenever she was around. I launched more loads in the dead of night imagining scenarios with her that summer than an army of porn actors. 

I finally got up the nerve to ask her out and was floored when she actually accepted! I was on cloud nine when I took her to dinner and the movies. We were laughing and having a good time and I was finding myself more and more comfortable around this gorgeous black haired minx. After the movie was over, I automatically started driving towards her house. Nancy turned in her seat and pressed her firm, full breast against my right arm as her hand slid down in my lap and began to run up and down the length of my cock, which had been half-hard the entire night. I almost ran off the road when she moved her mouth up and traced the outline of my ear with her tongue.

"What's the hurry Mark? Let's drive down to the lake. I don't have to be home before one."

It was all I could do to keep the car on the road as Nancy kept up her ministrations in my lap while moaning and blowing her warm breath in my ear. After what seemed like forever, we came to the lake. I found a secluded patch of trees, parked and shut off the engine. I slowly turned to Nancy who had sat back in her seat.

She smiled at me as she pulled her T-shirt over her head. I held my breath as she reached behind her back, unclasped the hooks and shrugged off the lacy white bra. There they were! All my nights of self-mutilation had not done them justice. They were real and they were spectacular, capped with small pink nipples which seemed to capture the moonlight and glow there in my front seat. She then leaned over me and pulled my recline handle, her bright blue eyes never leaving mine. My seat sank back as I drank in the sight of her bobbling and shimmying 34D tits just over my head. I so wanted to take one of them into my mouth, but my dry tongue was stuck to the top of my yawing cavity.

"You know Mark, I've thought about this for a long time. I can't wait to find out if that thing is as big as it felt!"

With that she began to unzip my pants while unsnapping them with the other hand. Once that was done, she slipped her soft, hot hand into my boxers and wrapped her fingers around my rock hard cock.

"OOOOOH Mark! I have so got to see this for myself! Kim said you were big (What!?!) but that feels positively huge!"

She struggled to extract my 10" length from down my pants leg and levered it out into the open. Her eyes widened in surprise and delight as she took it into both hands (yeah, I know, another cliché!) and stroked down firmly. And that's when things went horribly wrong.

Without warning, my cock lurched in her hands and spat a tremendous stream of cum right between Nancy's eyes! She recoiled but wasn't quick enough to dodge the second salvo which grazed her left cheek and plastered her shiny black hair back. Horrified she fell back against the door as my cock swayed unfettered, belching streams of juice all over the interior of my car! My entire body convulsed with the intensity of the orgasm and it was at least two more volleys before I had the presence of mind to throw the tail of my shirt over the cannon, soaking up the last couple of blasts. I swear I passed out for a second, but unfortunately came to my senses shortly thereafter.

I first spied my damn, rebellious turncoat of a dick still standing at attention, then my eyes were drawn to the dash which was streaked by a line of cum, then to the radio which had taken a blast at point blank range. Movement to my right turned my head to take in what I had done to my date.

To say that Nancy was pissed would be an understatement. As I watched her, she raised a trembling hand to her face where my first blast was beginning to slide down the bridge of her nose. She then touched the side of her head where I had given her a sample of the worst hair gel imaginable. Her eyes burned as they looked at me.

"You fucker! Look at me! How in the fuck am I going to go home now! My dad will fucking ground me for a year and kick your ass from here to Timbuktu!"

I know I looked like a fish gasping for air as I struggled for something to say. Nancy however was not speechless.

"How about a little warning there hair trigger! I have never been so disgusted in my entire life! I can't believe I ever agreed to go out with you! No wonder you're such a geek! How could I ever have thought of sucking that big disgusting thing?"

At the mention of the work "suck" my eyes must have widened even further. Nancy actually smirked at my reaction.

"Yeah that's right Mark. I was about to give you the best blow job you would ever have had. Words don't do justice to how my lips would have felt wrapped around your cock. Now give me something to get this shit off my face and out of my hair!"

And that's how my lonely life went from bad to worse romantically. We solved the problem of Nancy's dad by her coming home with me to spend the night with Kim. I can only imagine how much detail my sister was treated to.

I had spent all of my senior year and breaks from college avoiding any contact with her. This was actually the first time I had seen her up close since that fateful night. After she got over the shock of me flying through the air in front of her, she smirked down at me, put her hands on her waist and cocked her hip to the side. She was dressed in a sleeveless tee and shorts (she must be going to workout with Kim) and the motion caused those glorious mounds on her chest to jiggle enticingly before they settled back, high, full and fat. If it was possible, my cock got even harder.

"Oh, Mark. Are you always in a rush?" Her tone was regretful and actually made me feel bad for avoiding her like a leper. Then, like a laser, her eyes locked on my groin. She clucked her tongue and shook her head, sounding wistful. "I hope that hasn't stayed like that since the last time I saw you. Hmmm?"

By now, my face was as red as a tomato. "Oh, no, you know, I...well...good seeing you Nancy. I've got to go!" With that I jumped to my feet and fled in shame down the street.

Nancy's blue eyes followed Mark's long, lean body as he ran down the street. She had meant to apologize for the way she had treated him the first chance she got this summer, but was distracted by his sudden appearance and the feelings that came rushing back when she spied his obvious erection. While she had made a big deal of how Mark was missing "the best blow job" he would ever have, her experiences sexually were in fact limited to sweaty grope and grabs at the movies. Not that each and every one of her dates hadn't whipped out their cocks expecting to be serviced. What with her bee stung lips and her big, fat tits, it was assumed that she could and would polish knobs like a house maid on meth. But in each and every instance, she was left disappointed at the size of her paramours and refused to even give a simple hand job. Word spread quickly and her dance card had dried up. Unfortunately, she found herself as a size queen, limited to obsessing about the one cock that she felt could have satisfied her. Damn him anyway! She turned and continued up the steps.


The Neighborhood Ch. 01



Chapter 1: Brother and sister discover each other

Copyright 2012 by A. Van Peebles, All Rights Reserved

EMILY'S STORY

That night when it all started I woke up from a nice, but freaky dream. In the dream I had been fooling around with my old boyfriend Michael, when suddenly Michael was replaced by my big brother, Chris, you know in the way that people in dreams are suddenly replaced by others. Chris has a rockin' body, but I'd never tell him because I'm his little sister and I'm not supposed to say things like this, but he is studly. He's rock hard, all muscle from baseball and lifting weights, but not in that gross bodybuilder way. I mean, he's slim and taut. Well anyway, Chris began to fuck me with his huge dick, at least it was huge in my dream; back then I didn't know how big he was really. I mean it must have been ten inches long, and it was really thick. I knew I should struggle and make him stop; I mean he is my brother and he shouldn't be fucking me. But instead I pulled him closer and began to kiss him. I'd never kissed him like that for real, just brother-sister pecks on the cheek and stuff, but this was a dream and you can do stuff like that in a dream. I could feel the weight of his body on top of me as his thrusting started a build-up to me coming. Then I woke up.

My hand was down there, and I'd been rubbing myself. My fingers were wet and slick, and I had that empty, gnawing feeling in my gut that said I was horny as all shit. "Fuck me," was all I could think. I mean, "Really, fuck me, please." I knew from past experience that this would mean no sleep at all that night, I'd be rubbing 'em out one after another. Once that feeling sets in, nothing cures it. Diddling myself helps some, but it doesn't really satisfy. I imagined that fucking would cure it, but at eighteen years old, I didn't have a lot of experience in that department. I mean I wasn't a virgin, but my old boyfriend Michael didn't really know what he was doing, he fumbled around and came too fast and didn't do much for me. I mean it was nice, well maybe not the first time which kind of hurt, but the second time was nice, but still not very satisfying. I had been fucked, but I had never really been fucked. If you know what I mean. 

That's when I heard the moaning.

It sounded like Mom and like she was sick. So I got out of bed and opened my door to the hall, to see what was the matter, and I saw Chris out in the hall. He was standing by the door to Mom's bedroom, which was cracked open just a bit. And I couldn't really tell in the dark, but I swear it looked like he was jerking off. I quickly closed my door most of the way so he couldn't see me and watched him. He stood there for a minute or two, then closed the door to Mom's bedroom and went back to his own room. Once his door was closed, I crept down the hall and opened Mom's door just a bit and peeked inside.

There was a light on in Mom's room, so I could see pretty well. She wasn't sick; she was using a vibrator against her clit, and I couldn't really tell, but it looked like she was sticking the fingers of her left hand up her pussy. Her nipples were hard, like pencil erasers, like mine get when I touch myself. I had seen Mom naked before, but I never thought of her as hot looking, which she really is, but it was kind of freaky to think of her in that way. I mean I knew she had had sex, she had had the two of us, so she had to have done it, but she was Mom. Mom didn't jerk herself off, or at least she wasn't supposed to. I could feel a trail of my pussy juice run down the inside of my thigh, and I knew that I really, really needed to get fucked. Without my realizing it, my hand crept down and I started rubbing myself again. Suddenly I thought about what would happen if Mom looked my way. I quietly closed Mom's door and slipped back to my room.

Back in my room, I leaned against the door. I was truly screwed. I had never been this horny before. That's when the wicked thought came to me. Chris. I mean I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't stop myself. I went into the bathroom, glad for once that we shared a bathroom that connected our bedrooms. Before this I thought it really sucked that I had to share a bathroom with my big brother, but tonight it was a godsend. I could slip into his room without going into the hall where Mom might see.

I opened the door to Chris's room and saw him on the bed. He was jerking off under the covers and didn't notice me come in. I walked over to his bed. His eyes were closed, imagining something, maybe Mom's naked body I thought. The wrongness of that thought really turned me on.

"Hey big brother, want some help?"

Before he could react, I tossed off the covers, grabbed his dick, and took over the pumping.

"Sis, what the fuck..."

I just grinned and put a finger to his lips to quiet him. Two or three more pumps and he erupted. I leaned in and started kissing him, like I had in my dream. After a second, Chris started kissing me back. He was a good kisser. Way better than Michael.

I could feel him going soft in my hand, so I stopped kissing him and went south, taking his dick into my mouth. I'd done this once before with Michael, but he had cum the moment my lips touched his dick, and I got a load of semen in my eye. That burned. It was more fun this time. At first nothing much happened. Chris stayed soft, but then he started to harden and grow. 

God, did he grow. Pretty soon I started gagging. I couldn't fit it all in my mouth, so I fit as much as I could comfortably. I had read in some porno mag that the underside was especially sensitive, so I also started to lick that side of his shaft. Chris's dick was much bigger than Michael's had been. It wasn't as big as it was in my dream, but it was a good seven inches long and pretty thick. I glanced up at his face, and he was looking back at me with a combination of shit-eating grin and total disbelief.

"Now big brother, I need you to fuck me." I couldn't believe I was saying it, much less doing it. I mean I never acted this way. It was like I was possessed. "I am so horny, and I really need it."

"Emily, this is wrong..."

"Yes, but I need it! And it looks like you need it too." I continued to stroke him to keep him hard.

"What if Mom finds out?"

"You know she's a little busy right now. We just have to be quiet. Now, get on top of me."

If I'd been a little more experienced, I probably would have just climbed on top, but what did I know? Back then I thought to be fucked the guy had to be on top. Chris made room for me, and I climbed into the bed. I thought he'd start fucking me right away, that's what Michael had done, and it's what I thought I wanted, but he didn't. He just looked at me and smiled. I looked into his eyes and shivered. I was about to be fucked by my big brother.

"You're not a virgin are you?"

"No. I've had a guy before. Twice."

We went back to kissing, and he cupped my pussy with his hand.

"You seem wet enough," he said in a break in the kissing. "Are you sure you want me to do it?" Chris and I have our issues; I mean what brother and sister don't; but he really is a nice guy, and he wasn't going to do something to me I wasn't ready for.

"Oh God, yes! I am so horny. I need it."

He started kissing me again, but soon he stopped kissing me and started sucking on my breasts. My nipples were already hard, but now they became diamonds. Seriously, I thought he would cut his tongue on them. I just leaned back and enjoyed his tongue on my breasts and his hand rubbing my pussy. Then, after a few minutes he went south.

I didn't realize what he was doing at first. I mean I knew that guys went down on girls, but I really didn't think about it. For all my take-charge attitude, I really didn't know what I was doing. But by the time he started kissing my inner thighs, I had it figured out. I spread my legs, and he dove right in.

Jesus, it was good. It was like my fingers, only I wasn't in control. I didn't know what area he would lick next, and the suspense was exciting. He avoided my clit at first, licking around my outer and inner lips, and thrusting his tongue into my vagina and twirling it around. I looked down and the image of my brother's face buried in my crotch was seared into my brain. I shivered. This was so wrong, but there was no stopping us.

Then he touched my clit. Just a quick lick. I swear, I went off like an electric shock passed through me. Then he did it again, for a bit longer. Then longer. Pretty soon he was licking it regularly, and I could feel the orgasm build. I could tell right away this wasn't going to be like any I'd had before. I laid back and let it wash over me. I just exploded. I could feel the juices pour out of me. Thank God I had the sense, or rather instinct because I couldn't really think right then, to bite the pillow to keep from screaming. 

Then I felt Chris enter me. The shock of pleasure from the pressure his cock put on my clit was painful. Delightfully painful. Then the sharp pangs gave way to a warm, pleasant, full feeling as he thrust in and out. Chris started kissing me again, nibbling my ears and neck. His weight and the pressure of his hard body on me felt so good. Being fucked, really fucked, was as good as I had imagined.

And he kept going. Michael had lasted only few strokes, but Chris kept going. Looking back on it, I realize it probably wasn't all that long. Chris was just nineteen, and while he'd had practice fucking Nicole, his girlfriend, he wasn't all that experienced either. But we both were teenagers, on hair triggers, and it seemed like it was a lot longer than it actually was.

This time, the orgasm snuck up on me. It wasn't as intense as the first one, but it lasted longer. I swear, I must have convulsed for two minutes. Again, I buried my face in the pillow to keep from yelling out. I didn't even notice that Chris had cum too. 

I wanted to say something, but couldn't find the words. He was so damn good. He slipped out of me, and I turned on my side in a fetal position, with Chris spooning me, kissing the back of my neck and with his hand on my breast and his cum dribbling out of my pussy. It was nice.

I don't know how long we lay there. It probably wasn't more than ten minutes, when I felt his cock begin to swell again. I reached around and began to stroke it. Soon it was hard, not as hard as before, but hard enough, and he entered me from behind. This fuck was slow and wonderful. Soon I drifted off to sleep on the waves of another orgasm.

I woke up in my own bed, the sun streaming through the window, and Mom knocking on the door, calling me "sleepyhead," and saying that I had better move it if I wanted breakfast. Chris must have carried me back to my own room during the night.

I threw on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and stumbled into the kitchen. Chris was already up and showered. 

"You look like you had a rough night," he said, and smiled.

We would have a lot to talk about as soon as we could be alone.

CHRIS'S STORY

If Nicole had slept with me that night, probably none of this would have happened. But she didn't and I came home from our date horny as hell. She got me all worked up necking at the party, but then said she had to get home and left me hanging. So I went home with aching balls.

It was the sound of Mom's vibrator that tipped me off to the fact that she was playing with herself. I was fucking terrified of being caught, but I just had to look, so I opened up her bedroom door a crack and peeked in. This wasn't the first time I'd looked at Mom naked. Sometimes I tried to catch glimpses of her changing. I thought she caught me once looking at her, but she never said anything, so I guess she didn't notice. Once I even watched her in the shower. Even before all this happened, I admitted that she was one hot woman. Why Dad left her for Laura, I don't know. Laura is good looking, sure, but Mom is fucking hot. I guess guys aren't supposed to think of their mothers that way, but I've got eyes.

I couldn't see all that much. The light was low and the angle was wrong, since she was lying on the bed. But I filled in the details with my imagination and started rubbing myself through my jeans. I didn't watch for all that long. I was too scared to whip my dick out in the hall—I could explain being in the hall at one a. m., but not if Mom caught me with my dick in my hand—so when the tightness in my jeans became uncomfortable, I shut Mom's door and went to my room.

I stripped, hopped under the covers, closed my eyes, and started to rub one out to get some relief, when the next thing I know is that my sister Emily rips the covers off, says, "Want some help?" and starts jerking me off. She was leaning over me, wearing only panties and a t-shirt. I could tell her panties were soaked through and I could see her breasts swell under the t-shirt. Before that night I had never thought of my kid sister as sexy, but she looked damn fine. She was grown up. Then I popped.

Then without saying anything, she just leaned in and started kissing me. I didn't know what the fuck to do, but I started kissing her back without thinking.

Then she started giving me head. She wasn't very good at it, too tentative at first and then pretty much all over the place without concentrating on any of the sensitive areas—Nicole is much better at it—but you can't really give head badly and pretty soon I was recovered and sporting another hard-on.

Then Emily said she wanted to fuck me, just like that. She said we'd be really quiet so as not to wake Mom. I was afraid she was a virgin; I didn't want to be the one to pop her cherry, but she said she wasn't. It was pretty clear that she and her old boyfriend Michael had done some shit together. So I just scooted over and made room for her in the bed. She pulled off her t-shirt and panties and climbed in.

I was still a little unsure about all this. I mean this was my little sister. Fucking her was fucked up. So started sucking her nipples while I made up my mind whether I would really fuck her or not. Emily's breasts weren't all that big yet, but her nipples became hard as rock. Like pencil erasers. Nicole's didn't get like that. I slipped my hand down to her pussy to check if she was as wet as I thought. She was. Soaked. So I took the next step and worked my way down her belly.

Her pussy was mostly hairless, just a few wisps of hair above. Her clit and inner lips were deep pink and already poking out of the folds. She smelled musky, but clean. I started kissing around her pussy at first. Nicole didn't like me diving right for the clit, she had to be worked up to that, and I figured my sister might be the same way. But I worked my way closer and started licking her lips, and when I thought she was ready I took a quick lick of her clit. She tensed up and grabbed my head and squeezed. She relaxed and after a minute I tried again; she tensed, but not as violently. Then again. And again. Pretty soon I was licking and sucking on her clit and then she started grinding her pussy into my face. I just stuck my tongue out and let her rub herself to orgasm on it.

By this time there was no going back. I had a raging boner and I figured there wasn't much difference between going down on my sister and fucking her, so I moved up and entered her. She was tight and at first I thought I was pushing in the wrong place, but then suddenly I slipped in. Emily gave a little yelp, then a moan as I started to thrust back and forth.

I looked down at her. I couldn't fucking believe it. This was the little kid who constantly annoyed the shit out of me, but here she was underneath me with a look of ecstasy on her face as I fucked her. I leaned in and started kissing her again, and she responded. I just kept going. It must have been because this was the second time, but I'd never lasted this long before. Emily told me later that I obviously had a lot of practice, but really I hadn't. I never slept with anyone other than Nicole, and we hadn't done it all that much.

I could see Emily building to another orgasm, and she started biting the pillow again, then I popped. Oh my God, did it feel great. I'd never cum like that before. Suddenly my penis was too sensitive to be touched and I pulled out of her, falling to her side.

We just lay there spooning. I don't know how long, but it couldn't have been more than a few minutes when, damn, I started getting hard again. And Emily, the fucking sex maniac, just reached around, started stroking me to get me harder, and then slipped me in her again.

This time I was slow and there were no screams muffled with pillows or thrashing about. Just a slow, quiet fuck. I'm not sure if she came again. I think she did, but I'm not sure. I came again, but much less intensely too. Emily had fallen asleep by the time I was done.

We lay there for a few minutes, then I realized that I had better not fall asleep with Emily in my bed. The last thing we needed was Mom to find us together in the morning. So I picked her up and carried her back to her own bed. 

But Mom decided to let us sleep in that morning. I woke up around nine, showered and went into the kitchen for breakfast. Mom didn't seem the wiser. She acted perfectly normal, calling out to Emily to get up, and pretty soon Sis stumbled into the kitchen wearing a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She was my little sister again and not the sex-crazed maniac of the night before. The only difference was that I noticed her breasts and that her hips had gotten curvier. She'd grown up when I wasn't looking. 



The Neighborhood Ch. 01



This is a work which is not based on any real persons or events. If you are not of legal age to read erotic fiction, please leave now and do not continue reading. For everyone else, I hope that you enjoy it and have fun. 

All materials presented herein copyright the author. 

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Sweat dripped off his forehead and sizzled on the hot engine of the lawnmower as he pulled the cord one more time. It caught and the motor chugged to life for a moment then it belched a cloud of black smoke and puttered out. Cursing under his breath, Elliot stepped away from the ancient grass cutting device and then leaned back with his hands on his hips trying fruitlessly to ease his cramped lumbar and shoulders.

He rubbed the back of his hand over his brow and cursed again as he realized that he had just smeared grease across his face. Sighing with disgust he shambled over to the front step and sat down heavily. Listlessly, he surveyed the street that he had been living on for three weeks, reminding himself again why he was trying to mow the Goddamned lawn. The yards of the surrounding houses were immaculate emerald strips shaded by tall, leafy Elm trees, with Mercedes and Acuras nestled in their driveways or tucked into garages. 

They had moved into this exclusive suburb on the west side of Milton Vale because his wife thought it would be good for her interior design business to have a high-end home in an upscale neighborhood to show off to customers. Her younger sister, a landscape architect and partner in the company, had also moved in and now the two women were hustling to expand their client list. Elliot was an accountant and was now splitting his time between doing the company's books from home and his regular clients from his office in the strip mall. His sister's boyfriend was supposed to be cutting the lawn, but he hadn't shown up yet and it was already three hours past the agreed upon time.

Across the street and two houses down, a young couple were hosing down their black Lexus SUV. He was standing up and moving towards the front door when he noticed that the man had turned the hose onto his girlfriend and was chasing her around their truck while she squealed in delight. Elliot grunted to himself as she gamboled into his line of vision, her white t-shirt, now little more than a translucent film, clinging to her large swinging breasts. Elliot felt the blood racing to his member and he realized he was now sporting a visible tent in his gym shorts.

The boyfriend skidded into view, shirtless, the wiry muscles in his arms flexing as he caught the young woman and pulled her to him. They embraced and began kissing deeply, their hands roaming over each other's sun bronzed bodies. He whimpered a little when the girlfriend hitched her legs up over the man's hips and mashed her round chest against his. He reached down and adjusted himself in his shorts as the couple walked back towards the house clasped together like fighting insects.

Elliot stood and turned towards his front door, his mind racing with fantasy images of the couple tearing off their clothes in the front entry, of the man's long hard cock slipping up past the woman's shorts and into her wet cooze. He was already reaching into his shorts to stroke himself when he noticed that his next-door neighbor was standing on her front porch, obviously having just witnessed the same scene he'd been gawking at. She smiled slowly at him as he hastily tried to cover his crotch.

"It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, don't you think?" she asked casually.

Elliot could feel his face flush as he dashed for the door. The neighbor was a couple of years older than himself, probably around forty five, but she was in excellent shape, with high, round breasts capped with nipples that were currently on prominent display through her pink tank top. She wore dark sunglasses and both arms were full of grocery bags. He gurgled out a choked response to her question and slammed the door behind him. 

The idea that his foxy, red-headed neighbor had caught him about to pound his pud was embarrassing, but it also sent his hard-on into raging overdrive. He and his wife, Rebecca, had been to the Sandersons' house for dinner a few times and Rebecca had taken up jogging with Evelyn two or three mornings a week. He had watched football with Bill a few times, but they weren't more than casual acquaintances. 

The Sandersons were an attractive couple. Bill, a former police officer that had made several saavy investments was now retired and spent most of his time on the golf course. He was tall and barrel chested with thickly muscled arms and legs, and a generous belly earned from his daily pints of home-brewed beer. Evelyn was an analyst with a local marketing firm and was often home during the day as she worked from a home office, not unlike the one Elliot now entered in the converted attic of his new house. 

Rebecca had put her finishing touches on the office space, but it was primarily Elliot's private hideaway, with a large window that overlooked their yard and afforded a view of the Sanderson's pool. Still charged up from his afternoon voyeurism, Elliot rubbed his pulsing meat through his shorts and turned on his computer, idly looking out the window as he waited for his favorite porn site to load. All thoughts of "StackedCurves.com" vaporized as Elliot saw Evelyn standing at her kitchen island through the large glass doors that opened onto their patio and pool. 

It wasn't just his neighbor's beautiful tits cupped in her tight shirt that caught his attention, it was the way she was fondling a large cucumber that she had unloaded from her grocery bag. Her left hand held one end in a businesslike manner while the right slowly slid up and down the length. Elliot's jaw dropped as he watched Evelyn slide the tip between her lips, letting her saliva drool out over the vegetable phallus. His own hand went to his cock and rubbed the pooling pre-cum over the tip and he started to jack its length in time with Evelyn's rhythm. His lips were dry and he licked them as his neighbor slipped the cucumber from view below the kitchen counter. He moaned and could feel his orgasm building as he watched her arm work back and forth. He knew he was watching his neighbor fuck herself on her improvised dildo and he groaned loudly, spraying his jism all over the window and his lap when she freed her right breast and pulled hard on the nipple. 

Evelyn continued banging herself for several minutes and Elliot could feel his manhood stirring to life again by the time she had both her breasts out of her shirt and swaying mesmerizingly over the marble counter top. He had started to stroke again when he heard a discreet cough from the behind him. Elliot froze and slowly turned his head to see Bradley, his sister's boyfriend grinning at him from the doorway. 

"Whatcha lookin' at?" Bradley sneered as he moved up behind Elliot's chair to take a peek out the window. Elliot was frozen in place, cock still in hand as Bradley leaned over his shoulder. He was very aware of the crotch of Bradley's jeans rubbing against the back of his head. "Ooohh, sweet Evelyn. That's right bitch, fuck yourself hard for Bradley," the interloper hissed, his hand now squeezing the rapidly expanding bulge in his jeans.

Elliot knew from what Rebecca told him that her sister never dated guys unless they had impressive tools, and Elliot was getting an eyeful of the pulsing contours of Bradley's trouser snake through the faded denim fabric. His heart was racing as if he'd just spent an hour an the treadmill, confronted with the erotic scene in his neighbors kitchen on one side and on the other the palpable heat emanating from his sister's boyfriend. He gulped and began stroking again.

At forty-two, Elliot had had his share of adventures and up until a year ago, many of them had been with his wife. But then she'd had a miscarriage and their sex-life petered out as they both mourned their loss. They grew further apart as each threw themselves into their work as a distraction. He still loved Rebecca a great deal, but he'd found himself fantasizing about his past experiences more and more, while inserting new people into his dream scenarios. 

He was medium height, with a medium build and thinning brown hair that was beginning to show gray at the temples. His career in office work had made him quite sedentary and his middle-age spread had become noticeable enough that he'd taken up going to the fitness club twice a week. The one thing that hadn't diminished in his forties was his cock's tendency to get hard at the drop of a hat, and he was still quite proud of his thick, circumcised seven inches.

Elliot snapped back to reality when he heard Bradley unzip his jeans, and he turned in time to see the other man reaching into his underwear and releasing his erection. Elliot gasped at the size of it, easily nine inches long with thick veins running down its length and capped by a large purplish knob. Bradley smiled at him and began jacking quickly as they watched Evelyn finish herself off in the kitchen. Neither of them had cum by the time she had pushed herself off the counter and left the kitchen with the rest of the groceries still in their bags.

"Shit!" Bradley complained, now turning his full attention to Elliot. They looked at each other, gripping their members, waiting for the other to make a move. Finally, Bradley shrugged and stepped closer to Elliot. "Guess, we'll just have to make do, huh?" He brushed the tip of his cock across Elliot's lips, leaving a trail of saliva and pre-cum. Elliot reflexively opened his mouth and flicked the underside of the huge mushroom head, tasting the salty mixture of fluids. "Mmmm, I always thought it might go this way with you," Bradley said as he pushed his penis between Elliot's wet lips.

It had been a few years, but Elliot's skills came back to him quickly as he eased more and more of the fleshy pole into his mouth while his hands went to work on Bradley's balls. The younger man groaned with pleasure as Elliot increased his rhythm, sliding his left hand up and down the shaft as he took more than half of Bradley's cock down his throat. His nose neared the neatly trimmed pubic bush on each down stroke and he could feel the increased urgency in Bradley's thrusting hips. He backed off the whole way and put three fingers of his right hand into his mouth, still gripping the turgid shaft in his other hand. Then he looked up at Bradley and slid the entire length down his throat while his right hand snaked between the younger man's ass cheeks and began to finger his rosebud. 

"FUUUUUCCCK," Bradley shouted and rammed his pelvic bone against Elliot's face, his hairless balls slapping against his chin. Elliot now had his middle finger lodged in Bradley's rectum and was thrusting in time with the other man's tempo. His own cock was as hard as he'd ever felt it and he began to stroke it as he sensed Bradley's orgasm approaching. He slipped a second finger past the tight ring of muscle into Bradley's asshole. The blond stud gurgled something incoherent and Elliot's mouth was flooded with thick, salty semen. His own load was only seconds behind, spraying his stomach and Bradley's inner thighs with his seed. 

He kept the slowly softening cock in his mouth until Bradley pulled it out with a wet popping sound. He rolled back in his desk chair and watched as the other man regained his breath. Sweat now plastered Bradley's t-shirt across his hard pectoral muscles and ridged abdomen and Elliot understood why he could hear his sister's exclamations of mewling delight emanating almost every night from the bedroom down the hall.

Bradley shot him his lop-sided grin as he slowly tucked his meat back into his pants. He pulled his damp shirt over his head and draped it over his shoulder as he sauntered out, then paused and looked back over his shoulder.

"I'll return the favor next time," he crooned and then disappeared down the steps of the attic. Elliot sighed and slouched back into his chair, turning for one last glance at the Sandersons' kitchen window. Evelyn had returned and was now chopping the cucumber into thin slices and tossing them into a salad. It was then that he remembered that he Rebecca were supposed to be going over there for dinner that evening ...

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The Neighborhood Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Mark Gets a Job

(Author's note: If you haven't already, please give the prior story a read, especially if you caught it right when it came out. Being a newbie I screwed up and only released the first chapter. That's been corrected. Also, to those who found the POV confusing, hopefully I've fixed it this go round.)



Nineteen year old Mark Jordan slowly came up from the relaxing embrace of sleep and became aware of a warm, wet suction on his cock. Still fuzzy-headed from sleep, it took him a moment to process the sensation, but then he relaxed.

He reached underneath the sheets, caressing the hollowed out cheeks sucking on his thick 10 inches. He traced the fullness of the lips stretched taut around his girth and reached past to feel the swing of the short bobbed hair against the back of his hand.

"Good morning Mom," he said as he flung back the sheet to reveal Vivian Jordan, his own 38 year old mother, without a stitch of clothing on, laying between his legs with half of his cock shoved in her mouth. 

His mom's sparkling green eyes crinkled up as she attempted to smile around the mouth stretching thickness of his cock.

"Goo morfn, Mak," she mumbled, then slid his length out of her mouth with a wet plop. She cleared her throat. "Excuse me. Good morning Mark!"

Mark smiled and tucked her short brown hair behind her ear.

"No excuses necessary Mom. I could get used to waking up like this every morning," he said as she slurped noisily on the head of his cock. Focusing past the image of his mother's lips caressing his prick, he could see the deep slash of cleavage between his mother's 38DD tits pressed between her arms as she lay between his legs. Over the past week, since they had become intimate (see previous story), he had become very familiar with those natural beauties. 

He leaned up slightly and reached down to caress the full jugs from the side with his hands. His mother accommodated him without losing grip on his hard cock. She raised herself up on all fours; her right hand wrapped around the bottom half of the stalk, while her mouth slid rapidly up and down the top half. This allowed him to cup and squeeze the firm mounds and tease the erect nipples that poked out a half inch from the surface. He rolled the hard nubs between his finger tips and was rewarded by a low moan and an increased amount of suction from his mother's mouth.

Vivian was enjoying herself as well. Since the inception of their physical relationship, she had awakened her son each morning by sucking his cock, either to completion, by riding it to climax or, as now, until she slid it between her fat jugs for a nasty tit fuck.

The horny mother raised her mouth off her son's cock and pressed his log between her dangling boobs. Steadying herself on her outstretched arms, she regarded her son's lust twisted face.

"Go ahead. Fuck my tits Mark."

Mark smiled broadly and wrapped the soft, warm flesh tightly around his rigid pipe. The feeling was indescribably pleasurable and as always, it was all he could do not to spurt his load immediately after sandwiching it between his mom's plump tits. He reveled in the feeling for a moment and then began to pump his hips slowly, pushing and pulling his fat cock between the big boobs. He was, by now, steadily leaking precum from his cock and this served to lubricate the long journey. A wet squish emanated from the junction of the son's cock and his mother's tits, heightening their pleasure from the forbidden act.

After 19 years under the same roof, recent circumstances had transpired to bring the mother and son together with little build up or preamble. Once the ice had been broken, however, they had used every opportunity over the past week to satisfy their appetites. With his kid sister Kim living in the house as well, these were mostly quick, stolen moments, despite the fact that Mark was also fucking his sister and with his mother's full knowledge, but hesitant approval. 

This was why they looked forward to mornings together. Kim normally did not get up until close to noon, so Mark and his mom could take their time together after Vivian had slipped in and locked the door behind her. Dear old Dad was a distant, uncomfortable memory, so there was nothing to prevent the a.m. titty fuck session. This morning, however, one detail had been overlooked...the door.

As Mark's fuck strokes between his mother's tits sped up, setting off a ripple of flesh between his squeezing hands, the door to his bedroom slowly slid open and revealed the top of a blonde head.

"Mark? Mark?! Are you awake?"

With lightning speed, Vivian slid her son's cock from between her glistening tits and yanked the covers over her head, hiding herself just as her daughter Kim's face appeared in the crack of the door. There was no chance to hide the fact that she was under the covers and had just been in the process of pleasuring her son, but a weird sense of decency motivated her and had prevented any direct mention of what was obviously going on in the house, except thru Mark.

"Hey, you think we could...oh, fuck!" Kim had caught sight of her mother underneath the covers. "Shit! My bad. I didn't think we needed to take a number or schedule a session beforehand!"

Mark raised himself up on his elbows and regarded his kid sister with a cocky grin as she pushed the door open fully and unselfconsciously posed naked in the doorway with one hand perched on her hip.

Kim was 18 years old and had just graduated from high school and was looking forward to the fall when she would be taking a cheerleading scholarship out of state. She stood just 5'2", but there was a whole smorgasbord packed into those 62 inches!

Her blonde hair was slightly curly and mid-length, just brushing her shoulders. Bright blue eyes peered out from under long, thick eyelashes and as she studied her brother's lean frame and defined abs, her full bee stung lips curled into a lustful smile revealing her straight white teeth.

"Room under there for me mom?"

Mark and Kim both heard the muttered curse from their mother just before she flung the sheet back and wrapped it around her curvy figure as she rose from the bed.

"I've suddenly lost the mood," she spat as she brushed past Kim before stopping in the doorway. Without turning, she spoke, "Enjoy you two. It's probably going to be the last time."

Mark and Kim both laughed and Kim made a playful grab at the sheer sheet covering her mother's lush naked body. Vivian's classically beautiful face twisted with disapproval as she spun away from her daughter.

"I'm serious you two! We should have never given in to our lusts in the first place! What if it got out that we are all sleeping together?!"

Mark rose from the bed and walked towards his mother, his lean, 6 foot, 180lb frame flushed with passion as his still turgid 10" cock bobbed in front of him.

"Come on Mom! Who are we going to tell? We're just having a little fun and doing what comes natural," he said as he causally draped his left arm across his sister's shoulders, an innocent show of affection until his right hand came up to cup her shaved pussy mound, trace over her flat stomach and latch onto one of her firm, natural 36Ds. Kim seemed to melt at his touch, pressing herself against his body and reaching down with her left hand to stroke his lengthening shaft.

Vivian swiftly averted her eyes from her offspring's blatant groping and snorted with dismissal.

"Mark, you seem to have forgotten about Nancy! And what about the Reynolds?!"

This was true. Mark had momentarily forgotten that Kim's best friend, Nancy Taylor was a frequent and willing sex partner to himself and Kim. Also, the details of all 3 Jordan's trysts with their next door neighbors Bob, Kay and Spencer Reynolds had come out during their post-coital pillow talks over the past week or so. The circle of sex was not wide, but one slip of the tongue could explode it and expose the incestuous goings on to a less than understanding community. Vivian had done everything she could think of to keep it under wraps: forbidding Mark to visit next door lest he fall prey again to that cougar Kay Reynolds, forcibly pushing Mark's best friend Spencer out the window when he'd tried to sneak in to see her and snapping the shades shut whenever the leering patriarch Bob tried to peer in. 

But Mama Hen couldn't guard the hen house every second of every day! Almost every night, Nancy climbed through either Kim or Mark's window for a pony ride, to taste Kim's sweet nectar or join the sexy siblings for a hot three way. And Kay Reynolds, the hot MILF next door, had stopped by to borrow a cup of cream from Vivian when she knew she was out of the house. She left with her cup empty, but with the hot box between her legs overflowing with a sample of Mark's homemade cream! Bob had swallowed his pride and gone next door to apologize to Kim (see previous yarn) when Vivian and Mark were out and ended up swallowing a mouthful of her bountiful boobs while she rode his hard cock by the pool. 

Vivian struggled to maintain her stern visage and focused on the doorframe while out of the corner of her eye her daughter was lustily whipping her fist up and down the thick stalk of her brother's cock. Kim spied a pearly drop of fluid bubble at the tip of Mark's stake and swiped her thumb across it. With nary a thought of appearances, she brought her thumb to her mouth and suckled like a newborn, barely suppressing her groan of desire. Kim was sure that her brother's cum was the tastiest she had ever gobbled and she had years of experience to compare to. Despite the presence of her mother and her disapproval of the brother-sister fuck fest, Kim slipped to her knees before Mark and began to eagerly tongue his pulsing cock head. Vivian gasped in shock and horror.

"Oh my God, Kim! I'm right here! Don't you have any common decency?!"

As Kim slid her brother's prick between her full red lips and began to draw deeply on it, her only response was the wet smacks and gulps from her mouth and throat. With a huff, Vivian flashed her angry green eyes at Mark and slammed the door behind her. Mark barely noticed her exit as he brought his hands up to cradle both sides of his sisters head and began to guide her mouth to and fro over his aching hard on. 

Vivian stomped down the hall to her room and was further stung to hear from Mark, "God yes, suck me beautiful!" She entered her bedroom and plopped down on her bed, the bed sheet fluttering down at her feet. The frustrated mother gazed dejectedly down at the carpet for a moment before her eyes rose to stare back at herself in the full length mirror across the room. Slowly she stood and walked towards the mirror, her fat 38DDs jiggling provocatively in the reflection. Her eyes traced the delicate curve of her neck, past the twin mounds that had only moments before cradled her own son's fuck stick, continued past her still flat tummy, before focusing between her thighs at the moist pussy barely hidden by the neatly trimmed fur. 

A fire had been awoken in her by her own son and it was not going to be easy to put out. With a mother's instinct she knew that it must be extinguished though, for the safety and longevity of her family. With new resolve she turned and headed for the shower, mulling over ways to return her home to some normalcy.

Barely had Mark uttered the request to his kid sister to suck him, than she began to slurp and suck his length with even more gusto. He entwined his hands in her blonde hair and hung on as Kim reached up to cradle his sack with one hand and twist the exposed portion of his shaft with the other. 

Mark's fluids steadily dripped onto her lashing tongue, setting off little pin pricks of pleasure in his sister. She tossed her mouth back and forth repeatedly, smacking with pleasure at the tip. Before long, Mark felt his balls began to draw back against his body in preparation for his orgasm. As he felt this, he reluctantly pulled his sister's hot mouth off his prick with a smack and grasped her by her slim shoulders, lifting her to a standing position, and then turning her towards his desk in the corner. He pressed his body against her back and steered her towards the desk while clutching and squeezing her full jugs. Once they reached the furniture, he pressed his hand against her upper back, signaling his intention. Kim's mouth curled up in a smile as she bent at the waist and placed her hands upon the smooth desk top, her swaying breasts bobbling beneath her.

Mark pulled back slightly and reached between their bodies, grasping his penis and angling it up towards the hot slot now exposed between her legs. He drug the tip through her moist, puffy pussy lips, wetting it for entry. He lined up his tool and pressed forward, lodging the fat head in her gash. A gasp of pleasure escaped Kim's lips as she felt the huge, hot intruder push into her, but it went no further. She whined and craned her head back at her brother lover.

"Come on Mark, fuck me! I need it so bad! I'm so hot for your big dick!"

Mark smirked and chuckled. He knew what he was doing to his horny sister, but couldn't help teasing her just a bit, flexing his bone causing it to buck and throb between her cunt lips. 

"Fuck me yourself, slut!" he said, giving her right hip a smart smack with his hand. The transformation of the shy, unassuming brother was astounding, considering his personality and attitude barely a week before.

With a moan of lust, Kim began to push herself back on the unyielding stalk splitting her sex. The fat head opened her passage for the intruding shaft to follow until all ten inches were snuggled up tightly between her legs. Both of the horny siblings groaned and ground themselves back against each other, their hips twisting and bucking with pleasure. Mark placed his hands on his sister's hips and began to push her off his cock. Once half of his shaft was exposed, he exploded forward, burying his root rapidly. Kim squealed with delight and began to toss her hips back and forth as her brother braced his legs and began to piston his hips. The slap of their thighs was joined by the smack of Kim's big tits knocking together as they swung wildly from the brutal fucking her brother was administering. 

"Uh, uh, uh," Kim grunted as her tight little cheerleader's frame was repeatedly jarred by her big brother's lusty fuck strokes. "That's it Mark! Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!" Kim's words trailed off into an incomprehensible jumble of curses, punctuated with groans of pleasure. Her brother's fat cock was hitting all the right spots, spiraling her passion higher and higher. When Mark's right hand stole around and insinuated itself between her thighs, her orgasm exploded as he thumbed her rigid clitoris. Kim began to buck and bounce crazily on her brother's shaft, her clutching cunt walls gripping and pulling at the rampaging invader. She screamed in sheer pleasure, tears of ecstasy running down her cheeks.

In spite of the staying power and stamina he now possessed, the pull of his sister's sucking pussy, the sight of her writhing body and the view of her swaying breasts from behind added up to an overload of pleasure for the horny boy. With a guttural cry he lunged back and hauled his lumber from his sister's wet gash and began to furiously stroke his stiffness. 

Mark's vision blurred at the edges and time seemed to stand still as he saw his angry red cockhead mushroom and spit forth rope after thick rope of scalding hot cum onto his sister's lurching back. The first few copious blasts stretched to her shoulders and she flinched and squealed as they fell against her. As his climax waned, the tracers of cum tracked back to the small of her back and he squeezed out the last dregs in the crack of her ass. Even in the haze of his pleasure, he thought about how good it had felt to cram his thick fucker into the winking rear entrance his empty sack was rubbing against as he dry humped his moaning sister. Perhaps next time, for despite his mother's earlier protestations, Mark had no intention of giving up his physical relationship with Kim. You can't unscramble eggs, he thought. Besides, this recipe was too good and the chefs too dedicated. 

"Hold still Kim," Mark said and stooped to retrieve a discarded T-shirt from the floor. "It looks like someone tried to whitewash your back," he laughed as he sopped up the messy globs of cum. Once he was finished, he wadded up and dropped the cum rag as his sister straightened up and turned to face him. Kim raised her arms and encircled her brother's neck, pulling him down towards her. Their lips met and their tongues danced together passionately as she drug her stiff nipples back and forth over his hard torso.

"Wow! That was incredible as always," Kim said pulling back. "I swear I don't know where all that goo comes from! You must have shot a quart on Nancy and me last night alone!" This was true. After a fiery double-team blowjob from the lusty pair of teens, Mark had used their faces for target practice not 8 hours before.

"What can I say sis? You bring out the best in me," Mark admitted. "I just wish Mom would relax! I'd love to fuck you both at the same time!"

Kim nodded in agreement and noticed how the very mention of fucking her and their mother at the same time caused her brother's limp, but still formidable, pipe to twitch and buck. 

"You're right, that would be so hot, but I don't think mom is going to go for any group stuff. You'll be lucky if she doesn't cut you off or even worse, figure out a way to keep us apart!"

Mark dropped back onto his bed and began to stroke his stiffening cock. It was nearly impossible anymore to spend anytime around his oh so fuckable sister and not get excited! The fact that she was nude at the moment sealed the deal. Mark's eyes drank in the glorious figure Kim cut. From her beautiful face, to her big, firm tits, her curvy hips and smooth, toned legs, she was no longer just his cute little sister. Mark couldn't look at her anymore and not think about violating her in some way!

Kim watched her brother polish his prodigious pole and briefly thought about simply straddling him and fucking her brains out again, but stopped herself, her mother's scolding cutting through her lust. 

"Nope. Not again. You're hornier than a two-dicked goat!" Mark guffawed at her colloquialism. He feigned a grab for her and Kim ran squealing from his room. "Take a cold shower!"

Well, you couldn't blame him for trying Mark thought, and headed for his shower.

Thirty minutes later Mark was showered and shaved. He pulled his T-shirt over his head as he went downstairs and contemplated what he was going to say to his mother in order to convince her not to cut off the steady supply of pussy from his family he had gotten used to receiving. For despite his swordsmanship skills, Mark had still not scored with anyone outside his close circle of family and neighbors. Nancy didn't count, she was practically a sister and the fact that he was comfortable fucking her in every way known didn't seem odd. Both high school and college were sexual deserts for the teenaged boy. He had not had any sexual contact except jerking off until the dam broke a week ago. He couldn't imagine trying to talk to or seduce a "real" girl, he was too intimidated. So when he strolled into the kitchen, the goal of keeping his harem intact was paramount in his mind.

Mark's mother stood at the counter pouring a cup of coffee.

"Mom? Listen, about what happened..."

Vivian whirled from the counter, her eyes wide and abruptly spoke.

"Mark! You remember my friend Monica, don't you?"

He stared at his mother for a moment, before the realization that they were not alone sunk in. He turned his head to see his mother's friend Monica Cipriano smiling at him over the rim of her coffee cup as she sat at the breakfast nook. He instantly regretted wearing the blue athletic compression shorts he'd picked out when her liquid black eyes flicked down to the fat cocktube highlighted against his thigh before swinging back to his face. When he turned to his mother, he could see the blush of embarrassment on her face as she noticed his display as well. In an effort to conceal himself, he quickly walked to the table and sat in a seat opposite his mother's friend.




The Neighborhood Ch. 02



"Yeah, hi Mrs. Cipriano," he muttered, barely able to raise his head as she extended her long manicured fingers which he meekly shook. "How are you?"

"Great Mark! My, how you've grown," she said, her slight Italian accent slightly husky and very sexy. Vivian and Monica had become acquainted years before when Vivian had enlisted the services of Monica's lawyer husband to divorce Mark's dad. When Monica's philandering husband was caught by her in bed with another divorcee around the same time, the two women became close as they both went through their divorces. Mark had only met Monica a couple of times, but those meetings were memorable. 

The forty year old native of Italy had done some modeling in her home country before marriage and moving to the United States over twenty years ago. Monica's husband was so career driven that they had never had children and with her husband working 70 plus hours a week, she had been content to play the role of the kept wife, lunching with friends, sessions at the gym and spa, until discovering her husbands' taste for other women. There was not a man with a pulse in their town that did not think that her husband was the fool to end all fools. Monica was a classic Italian beauty with high cheekbones, an aristocratic nose, full blood red lips and a dark olive complexion. The years had been kind to her figure as well. She was not nearly as busty as her friend Vivian, though she was quite proud of her natural 34Cs and had them lifted, but not enhanced, for her fortieth birthday. Long, trim legs seemed to stretch from her curvy hips and go on forever.

Today, Monica was clad in an all black track suit and Mark could not control himself as his gaze was drawn to the partially unzipped top which showed a hint of the round, firm globes hidden just out of sight. As he forcefully pulled his attention away from her décolletage, Mark was horrified to find that Monica apparently had asked him a question and was now staring at him quizzically.

"I'm sorry, what did you say Ms. Cipriano?" he stuttered. Mark's mother had by now come to sit between the two and was staring daggers at him, well aware of why his attention had been diverted.

"I apologize Monica," she said, continuing to stare disapprovingly at her highly mortified son. "Sometimes Mark just zones out. He needs to focus and find some other interests which might help his attention span." Her double meaning was not lost on her son who continued to studiously examine the salt and pepper shakers, avoiding any eye contact with the two women. 

"That's quite alright Vivian," Monica said, giggling slightly. "I was kind of hanging out there and given that Mark is almost a grown man, it's understandable."

"Well," said Vivian, now turning to her friend, "I appreciate your offer and will send Mark over in a little while." At this, Mark's head snapped up.

"Excuse me? Send me where?"

Vivian took a sip of coffee and regarded her handsome son with her dazzling green eyes.

"I was telling Monica how much you were underfoot since coming home and she offered to let you clean her pool to earn some spending money and get you out of the house." 

Mark could tell from his mother's tone that no argument would be entertained, so he simply smiled at Monica.

"I'd be happy to Ms. Cipriano."

Monica smiled back and rose from the table.

"Thanks for the coffee Vivian. Mark, I'll see you later?"

"Yes ma'am," he nodded.

"Bye Vivian!"

"Bye Mon."

Mark studiously kept his eyes on his mother, though they struggled to follow Monica's graceful stride as she headed towards the front door. Nothing was lost to Vivian however and she pursed her lips until she heard the front door close.

"Can't you control yourself Mark? You were practically drooling on the table! Monica is one of my very best friends, so don't for a second entertain any ideas other than cleaning her pool once you are over there! She is in a very fragile state right now after the divorce and the last thing she needs is some horny teenager trying to put the make on her!"

"I'm sorry Mom. I'm only human," Mark mumbled his eyes still downcast. "She was kind of flashing me there."

"She was doing nothing of the sort!" Vivian said, her voice rising, "You are going to have to learn that just because a woman may appear sexy; it's not always a green light for you to jump her bones!"

As she leaned forward to make her point, Vivian's dressing gown had opened slightly at the neck and Mark could not help it as his eyes traced the gap and rested on the creamy, round globes that were now partially exposed. Vivian realized what her son was staring at and clutched the slit closed. 

"And despite what has been happening between us, you are going to have to stop looking at me like I am some fuck toy for your amusement! I am your mother and you will start treating me with more respect!"

Vivian could tell she had come down a little too hard on her son as he abruptly pushed away from the table and stood quickly, the hurt flashing in his eyes. As he turned to leave, Vivian swiftly stood and stepped in front of him. She fully realized that her gown had again come open, but made no move to cover herself as she stood on her tiptoes and slid her arms around his neck, pulling his mouth to hers. Mark hesitated for just a second as his mother's tongue slid against his, before he brought his hands up, undid the sash of her robe and slid his hands into the folds and palmed the heavy globes now exposed to his grasp. 

Vivian moaned throatily, their tongues entwining, as Mark's fingers found her stiff nipples and began to roll them slightly. She could feel her cunt moisten and open. Her need was so strong, having been interrupted earlier and she could feel herself melting as her son's hands left her big tits to drop down to her tight ass where he alternately massaged her cheeks and teased her oozing hole from behind. Despite having made arrangements just moments before to get Mark out of the house, she was already regretting the decision, realizing that what she and her son had between them was uncontrollable and beautiful, no matter what the social mores might be. It was only the fact that Monica was waiting on Mark that kept her from fucking him right then and there. With a moan of regret, she pushed him away. 

There was no hiding the disappointment in his eyes when Mark felt his mother push him away and then re-tie her gown around her. Before he could utter a word of protest, Vivian silenced him by pressing a finger tip to his lips while her other hand found the lurching bulge in his shorts and began squeeze and pull on its length. 

"Shhhh, not now baby. I was a fool to say those things. There's no way I could stay away from that fat cock of yours!" She could see his shoulders visibly relax and he smiled bashfully at her.

"Oh, Mom, I love you so much I just want to..." Vivian emphatically nodded her head, her short brown hair bobbing as her green eyes twinkled at her handsome son/lover.

"Me too Mark, me too! Everything, everyday!" She released her hold on his cock and turned him towards the door, her hand on his back guiding him forward as he tried to protest and drag his feet. "But right now, you are still due at Monica's. Don't worry. I'll drain that vein as soon as you get back so keep it to yourself." She opened the door and propelled him onto the porch. He turned back to look at her and Vivian found her eyes drawn to the obscene tube running down her son's leg.

"Oh and maybe you'd better walk and give that thing a chance to go down," she said her eyebrows arching.

Mark looked down and grinned goofily at the sight of his hard on. He looked back up at his mother as if to say, "Eh, whatta you gonna do?" Then turned and began to walk slowly in the direction of Ms. Cipriano's house, his divining rod leading the way.

As Vivian came back into the home and entered the kitchen, Kim bounced in from the stairway where they almost collided.

"Oh! Sorry Mom. I didn't see you," Kim said meekly and walked to the counter with her head down. Vivian said not a word. She watched as Kim opened the cabinet and stretched to reach the cereal. 

Kim had showered and dressed since Vivian had seen her last, totally naked and kneeling in front of her brother with his mouth stretching cock pumping in and out of her mouth. Just the thought of the wicked scene brought a blush to Vivian's face and hardened her nipples even more than they already were. Horny as she was and having made peace with her lust for her son, Vivian's thoughts turned back to high school and the sleepovers her and her best friend Lisa Stephens had enjoyed from time to time. She knew without knowing that Kim and Nancy were lovers. She wondered if...

Kim could feel her mother's eyes on her and secretly smiled to herself. Hmmm, Mom must have really come around, she thought. As she pulled the box of cereal from the shelf, she purposefully let it drop to the floor and bent at the waist to retrieve it. A quick look between her legs confirmed that her mother was intently examining her tight ass as it stretched in the short, baby blue shorts she had slipped on sans panties. Kim could feel the cool waft of air over her cuntal mound which was practically exposed in her current position. 

Vivian drew in a sharp breath as her lovely blonde daughter folded herself in half to pick up the cereal. It was painfully obvious that she was not wearing panties under her shorts; the silky material was lodged into the crack of her ass and pussy, highlighting her plump, hairless lips. As she bent over, Kim's full 36Ds threatened to fall out of the top of her low cut T-shirt and Vivian could see that her daughter's nipples were as rigid as her own. Kim straightened and placed the box on the counter while reaching for a bowl from the open shelf. Vivian quickly turned and sat at the table before her daughter could turn and catch her ogling her body.

Kim took a deep breath. In for a penny...

"What's on your mind Mom?" she asked. "You're not still hung up about Mark are you?"

Vivian studied her daughter closely. How could she know the 180 degree change in Vivian's feelings so quickly? Probably the same female intuition that had told Vivian of her own son's lust for his mother. She took her own deep breath.

"No. Mark and I have come to an understanding," she said, idly turning her coffee cup in her hands. "I guess I'm wondering how you feel and where all this puts you and I?" Kim put the box of cereal down and turned to face her mother. She tucked her shoulder length hair behind her ear and walked to the table, her big boobs bobbling slightly until she stopped in front of her mother. 

"How I feel? To be quite honest, I've never felt as alive as when Mark and I are fucking," she said simply. She could see the flush on her mother's face and neck deepen as she bent down, her T-shirt gaping open to reveal her deep cleavage, until her face was only inches from her mothers'. "My only hope is that you and I might share the same closeness."

For a moment, all sound seemed to cease as Kim's blue eyes searched her mother's equally stunning green eyes. Then, as if on cue, both women simultaneously licked their full lips. With two whimpers of passion, they both lunged forward, smashing their mouths together, as their tongues sought out the others'.

For several moments, the mother and daughter licked and sucked at each other's mouths, their lust growing. Moans of lust punctuated the air when their searching hands wound into each other's hair. Kim slid her hand up along the back of her mother's hair and pulled sharply, forcing a slight squeal from Vivian and exposing her long, graceful throat. The lusty daughter began to drag her long pink tongue over and around her mother's neck, inhaling her clean scent and feeling the heat generated by their passion.

As Vivian's head lolled back, her breath coming in gasps, her hands were busy. She had filled them with her daughter's large, firm breasts and was busy squeezing and stroking the hard nipples. Dropping them lower, she began to raise the loose shirt up and over the glorious mounds. They shimmied as they came uncovered and Kim drew away from her mother to pull the garment over her head. She dropped it to the floor and then bent forward with her hands on her mother's shoulders and pressed her boobs into her mother's face. Vivian's hands swept up and gathered the fat mounds in her palms, pressing her face in between the deep chasm. She inhaled the smell of Kim's recent shower and began to tongue the soft flesh between her daughter's tits. 

Kim's eyes rolled back in her head and it was her turn to gasp for breath. This was working out way better than she thought it would! Her mother's mouth was now tracking up the curve of her boob towards the light brown, silver dollar sized areola, licking and sucking the slight perspiration that was beginning to form. Her tongue traced around the hard, half-inch long nubbin, and then began to flick it to and fro. Kim broke the silence.

"God, yes! Suck my big tits Mom!" Vivian moaned in acknowledgement around the mouthful of boob she was now cramming into her mouth. When she could stuff no more into her mouth, she quickly switched sides and repeated the same treatment to the other, equally exquisite breast. Kim was beside herself with lust and her right hand had wormed its way between her legs while her left helped guide her mother's actions on her swollen jugs. As her fingertips teased her eager clit, mini pops exploded in her brain, harbingers of the tremendous orgasm she was on the verge of.

Vivian, with her mother's intuition, knew how close her daughter was, and so now pulled away from her and regarded her daughter with lustful, half-hooded eyes.

"Turn around," she commanded. When Kim quickly complied, Vivian ran her hands up and down her daughter's curvy hips, and then sharply smacked her palm against Kim's right ass cheek, setting off a slight ripple in the tight flesh. Her daughter squeaked, then pushed her ass back towards her mother, and received two more sharp smacks for her trouble. 

"You like that slut? Take off those shorts." Kim hurriedly did so. Vivian was shocking even herself with her behavior, but she could tell from the goose bumps and slight trembling that Kim was getting off on her submissive role. Vivian spread her daughter's reddening cheeks and examined the twin holes, utterly devoid of hair. It was apparent that Kim studiously shaved herself daily. 

"Show me how you picked up that cereal box again, whore," said Vivian huskily. When Kim didn't move quickly enough, Vivian reached back a little further and slapped her harder on the ass. With a low moan of submission, Kim bent forward, her tits and hair dangling down. "Now grab those ankles and don't move until I say you can." 

In her present position, Kim was wholly at her mother's mercy, her brown asshole winking at Vivian while her juicy pussy flowered open. Vivian slid a long manicured finger through the folds of Kim's sex.

"I know your brother has been here," she said then moved her finger up to tap at her daughter's back door, "But has he been here I wonder?" She then abruptly poked her index finger halfway up Kim's buttery butt. 

Kim reflexively cried out, her hands leaving her ankles and she straightened up halfway, her dangling tits swinging sweetly beneath her. While no stranger to ass play, the rude insertion had caught her by surprise. Her mother began to saw the finger in and out of Kim's tight ass, while her other hand began to twiddle her daughter's clit.

"Get those hands back on your ankles!" Her mother said harshly. Kim loved this new side to her mother and was excited at how her submissive side made her feel. "I asked you a question slut! Has my son fucked this tight ass yet?"

"Yyyyes," Kim stuttered as another mini-orgasm gripped her.

"Yes, what?!" This brought another sharp smack to the horny teens' butt.

"Yes, ma'am?"

Vivian smiled in satisfaction, then added another finger to Kim's ass, the ring of muscle clinging tightly as she pumped them in and out.

"That's better, slut. From now on, you will address me with the respect I deserve and I will return the same. Is that clear slut?"

Kim was so caught up in her mother's nimble fingers that she almost missed the question and only avoided a spank by milliseconds.

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Do you want to cum now slut? Is mommy turning her little girl on? Speak!"

"Yes....yes, ma'am! Please make me cum mommy!"

Without a word, Vivian removed her hands and crammed her mouth onto her daughter's pussy, worming her tongue up the sweet hole as far as she could and wiggling it deliciously. Kim's brain exploded in pleasure as her release washed over her. As she twitched and jerked, it was only her mother's hands on her hips that kept Kim from toppling forward. Syrupy nectar flooded Vivian's mouth as she continued to lick and suck Kim. As her climax waned, Kim slumped to the floor, her hands never leaving her ankles.

Vivian sat back with a smile of satisfaction playing on her glossy, cum covered lips. She regarded her gorgeous daughter whose body still trembled on the tile covered floor. Vivian felt a wave of relief that she and her daughter had reached some detente, even if it was a little twisted. For a long moment, Vivian thought Kim had passed out, but presently her big blue eyes fluttered open and she turned her head to stare at her mother who was smiling at her sweetly. 

"How was that dear?" Now that the moment was passed, Vivian slipped back into a more motherly vernacular. Kim pursed her lips and blew a strand of hair away from her face, then rose to a kneeling position and wrapped her arms around her mother's neck, smothering her face and neck in kisses.

"That (smack) was (smack) fucking (smack) incredible! Where did you learn to eat pussy like that?!"

Vivian giggled sweetly as Kim regarded her mother with new found respect.

"Maybe you'll meet my best friend from high school some time. She's a professor at Mark's college. So, the whole dominant thing didn't freak you out?"

"Hell no! That was a major turn on!" she said and began to pull her mother's robe away from her body. "Now how about I give you a turn?"

Vivian's breath began to speed back up as she felt Kim's hands slip inside the folds and stroke her big 38DDs, but then her eyes fell on the clock.

"Oh, shit! I'm really sorry baby, I've got a massage appointment I've rescheduled twice already." Even after the divorce, Vivian's husband kept her and the kids living comfortably and was footing the bill for both kids' education. "Can I take a rain check until tonight?"

"Sure Mom," Kim said as her mother helped her to her feet, "My tongue will be counting the seconds."

By the time he had walked the four blocks over to Ms. Cipriano's home, Mark's hard on had abated, though he had given the widows Smith an eyeful as they tottered by him in the street. He stood outside the open gate leading up to the large home and took a deep breath. He thought about what his mother had told him before he left about keeping his dick to himself and vowed not to let his imagination get away from him. This was Ms. Cipriano for Christ's sake, he thought, though definitely a world-class MILF, she had never struck him as being as loose as say, Kay Reynolds. He adjusted his flaccid cock in his shorts and walked up the drive.

As he reached out to ring the doorbell, a note caught his eye. He pulled it off the door.

"Mark," it read, "Thanks again for coming over to do this. I had a few errands to run and won't be back before you are done. There are drinks in the fridge if you get hot and your money is on the table. Monica."

Well, he thought to himself, that solves that problem. He opened the door and entered the enormous entry way. Practicing law was certainly lucrative, Mark thought as he gazed around the vast home with its pricey furnishings. He spied a framed photograph on a buffet and picked it up. 




The Neighborhood Ch. 02



It must have been taken on a vacation, because it pictured Monica and her husband in bathing suits on a beach, with their arms around each other smiling at the camera. Definitely taken during happier times, Mark thought. He couldn't help but stare at how beautiful Ms. Cipriano looked in the picture. Her long, wavy black hair, olive complexion and generous curves combined to make her a practical goddess. She was easily three inches taller than her husband in the picture and Mark bet she was almost as tall as he was. He put the picture down and headed for the kitchen. 

The first thing he noticed in the large kitchen was a hundred dollar bill on the black marble countertop. Damn! Pool cleaning paid well, Mark thought. He put the money back on the countertop and opened the fridge. Spying a couple of beers on the bottom he picked up and popped the top despite the early hour. Taking a long swig he opened the French door leading out to the patio and shut it behind him. He stood for a second and examined the large, Olympic sized pool with attached hot tub and waterfall. It was easily three times as big as their own and he almost regretted taking the job until he remembered the C note waiting for him. He took another swig of beer and went off in search of the pool cleaning supplies. 

In the pool side cabana he found the automatic pool cleaner which he attached and set loose to do its job while he began to skim the surface with the long net. Presently, he worked up a sweat so he stopped to remove his shirt and shoes and take another couple of drinks, draining the can of beer. He crushed it and placed it to the side and continued working.

After hurriedly changing and screeching out of her driveway in her white BMW, Vivian dialed her masseuse's number.

"Hello, Hans? It's Vivian, I'm sorry I'm running late, I'm on my..." she stopped in mid-sentence as her masseuse informed her that she was not in fact running late. Her appointment was tomorrow! "Oh, ok. See you then." She hung up the phone. 

Damn it! Another missed opportunity! She'd had plenty of time for Kim to return the favor, yet here she still was with that familiar, aching itch in her groin. Over the years she had got to the point where she could ignore it, but with her recent return to the sexual playing field, she found it hard to go too long without some form of release. She squeezed her supple thighs together and tried to ignore her longing. She looked again at the clock and then made a sudden left, almost side swiping the widows Smith during their morning walk. She pulled out her phone and made another call.

"Monica? Hey! Did Mark make it over ok?" She listened as her friend informed her that she was out running errands and was not at home. "Oh, ok. I was just checking. Thanks again!" She hung up the phone and made a right hand turn, then pulled through the gate of Monica's home.

Mark cocked his head for a second. Was that a phone ringing? He listened, but didn't hear anything else, so he went back to his duties. He was finished skimming the surface and the hot tub and waterfall wouldn't take anytime, so he went to get the chemicals from the cabana. As he came out of the storage room, he got the shock of his life. His mother was sitting in a chaise lounge, legs spread, panties bunched around one ankle and her skirt was pulled up above her waist! She was looking at him through heavy lidded eyes as her right hand was busy rubbing her close cropped pussy.

"I'm so sorry dear. What kind of mother am I? I sent you out of the house without breakfast this morning. Hungry?"

Mark's eyes bulged and Defcon 1 was declared in his pants, his cock immediately swelling with blood and stretching along his thigh. Vivian spied the engorgement and began to speed up her rubbing while she sucked on her thumb, making loud smacking sounds. 

"While you eat, perhaps I could have some of that sausage? Your sister gave me quite an appetite this morning."

Mark almost fainted he became so light headed. Was mom being serious? He gulped and tried to find his voice.

"Cat got your tongue? I'm sorry, I was hoping to put that tongue to good use," she said. "Guess I'll have to take care of myself." With that she began to plunge two fingers rapidly in and out of her sopping pussy.

Mark still could not form words, but he had the presence of mind to push his tight compression shorts to the ground, step out and walk towards his mother. Vivian admired the length and girth of the glorious cock she had birthed. As Mark came to stand in front of her, the prick twitched and bucked and a fat glob of precum oozed out of the tip. Vivian licked her full lips and leaned forward. She grasped the fat shaft with the hand not already occupied and used it like a tube of lipstick, smearing the viscous fluid over her pursed lips, giving them a glossy sheen. She smacked her lips wetly and extended her tongue, lolling it all around her son's pulsing helmet.

Mark stood with his head thrown back, hands on his hips, enjoying the feel of his mother's tongue treating his dick like an all day sucker. As good as she was, his concentration was broken and he opened his eyes and looked towards the house. Big bay windows overlooked the back yard and while he felt something, Mark couldn't see anything in any of them. He looked down at his mother who was now slapping his cock head against her extended tongue. She winked at him sexily.

"Mom? Monica could come home anytime. Mom?"

Vivian was not listening. She slid the thick cock into her mouth and was slurping and sucking it to the best of her ability. Her pussy rubbing had not slowed down and she could feel her impending climax, so to say she was a bit perturbed when her son pulled his prick out of her mouth would be an understatement.

"Mom!"

"What!" she spat, "What could be so important?! Monica's gone! Now give me my dick back!"

She made a grab for him, but Mark backed up.

"No Mom! What if we get busted? Use your head!'

Vivian sighed long and loud.

"I was using my head! I was using it to give you head! Please Mark! I'm so close!"

Mark stood his ground and began to put his shorts back on, the fabric stretching tightly over his turgid cock.

"Mom, go home. I'm serious. You know it would ruin us all if this got out."

Vivian hung her head in sudden shame and acceptance. Mark was right. What was she thinking, sucking her own son's cock in broad daylight in her friend's back yard? She sighed again and pulled up her panties, then smoothed her dress out. She looked at her son who was examining her closely.

"Don't be mad Mom," he said. "You know I'll take care of you later. Or could Kim, if I understood you correctly?"

Vivian looked at him out of the corner of her eye and could see the slight grin at the corner of his mouth. She couldn't help but grin back.

"You little shit! Your sister and you have turned me into a nympho!" Mark clapped his hands excitedly like a child at Christmas at the confirmation. Limitless pussy! He'd be up to his eyeballs in tits and ass for the foreseeable future! He became aware that his mother was still eyeing his prong like a fat kid in a candy store, so he crammed himself back into his shorts and turned her towards the side gate.

"Get out of here Mom, before Ms. Cipriano comes home," he said as he walked her out. Vivian went reluctantly and turned to him before opening the gate. She grabbed his huge bulge and squeezed it possessively.

"You make sure and bring that big fucker right home when you are finished," she said, her groping reversing the slackening. Mark grinned broadly.

"Yes ma'am!"

His mother kissed him suddenly and passionately, then pulled away and left.

Mark shook his head and went back to skimming the water. Minutes later, he nearly jumped out of his skin when a voice spoke right behind him.

"That's quite a pole you have there, Mark."

Monica never had any intention of leaving the house with Mark there, not after getting a glimpse of what he had lurking in his pants. Hearing the front door open, she had hid herself away upstairs and had been planning a leisurely self-abuse session, spying on the hunky teen through the upstairs window. She had been right on the verge of orgasm, her little friend vibrating away between her splayed legs when her cell phone had rung! She saw Mark's head turn towards the house before she could silence it and answer it, her words coming breathlessly as she talked to her jack-off subject's mother. What was that about, she wondered as she hung up? 

When Mark disappeared into the cabana, she was taken aback to see Vivian enter through the side gate and sit down on one of the chaise lounges. When her best friend removed her panties and began to finger herself, Monica suddenly had trouble breathing. She saw Mark walk out, look at his mother, then remove his shorts, his huge cock swinging to and fro as he walked to his mother, who promptly popped it in her mouth. Her vibrator fell from her hand and clattered to the floor, humming away.

Monica's mouth gaped open in shock as she saw her best friend shamelessly toss her mouth back and forth over her own son's dick. No wonder Vivian had been acting different recently! The scene before her explained the skip in her step of late. As Monica watched Vivian cram more and more of the fat sausage in her mouth, her initial shock was slowly replaced by jealousy. Monica had always envied her friend for her two perfect children, but had never imagined this particular benefit! She noticed that Mark kept looking back towards the house, but knew that her presence was undetectable. Her pulse quickened even more when she could tell that Mark was resisting his mother's advances and she rapidly formed a rudimentary plan as she watched the incestuous pair walk out of view. She slipped downstairs, shedding the rest of her clothes as she went.

Mark whirled around and got his second jaw dropping shock of the day. There stood Ms. Cipriano, wearing only a smile and a pair of stiletto, open toe heels, staring at him like he was the cut of the day behind the butcher's case. His capability to form speech deserting him, he merely stood and stared at the lusty vision before him, his already half-hard cock swelling tight in his shorts.

Monica's 40 year old body was flawless. Standing just south of 6 feet, her 130 lbs were distributed specifically to attract attention. Her legs were smooth and toned and seemed to go right up to her neck. They were capped by curvy hips and an ass you could probably bounce a quarter off of. Mark could tell she took pride in her appearance as her twat was neatly trimmed, with just a small landing strip visible. His eyes drew up over her flat stomach and rested on her perfectly proportioned 34Cs. He could tell that some augmentation had been done, but they still hung natural and full, her nipples barely two inches across and as hard as his cock had become. Her long, graceful neck twisted to the side as she soaked up his attention, tossing her long, curly black hair to the side and lowering her black eyes in a sultry stare. Her complexion was warm and olive in color, her skin tight and indicative of someone twenty years younger.

"Like what you see, Mark?" She huskily asked. "I sure like what I see and would hazard a guess that your mother feels the same way."

Mark's mouth started opening and closing like a fish out of water and he struggled for something, anything to say and cover for what Ms. Cipriano must have seen. His fears of discovery were now realized, but Monica's behavior and appearance indicated to him that exposure of the Jordan's family secrets was not her goal. He shut his mouth and waited for the other shoe to drop. Monica walked forward fluidly and stopped just before him, their eyes almost on the same level. She looked hard at him and began to trace the lean muscles of his torso.

"Don't worry; your secret is safe with your Auntie Monica. There is just one thing I need from you." Here it was. "I want the same thing that your mother is currently enjoying. I'm going up to my bedroom now. Don't keep me waiting."

With that she turned and flowed inside, leaving Mark dumbfounded beside the pool. The pool skimmer clattered to the deck from his hands. He took a deep breath and followed her inside. 

The cool air of the house felt good against his skin as he walked though the kitchen, following the click of Monica's stiletto heels across the wood floor. He arrived at the foot of the stairs just in time to watch her exquisite ass ascend, his angle giving him a partial view of the pink gash exposed at each step. He took another deep breath and began to climb the stairs. At the top he paused, looking left and right down the long hallway extending the length of the house. 

"In here, baby," her voice lilted from his left. He followed and entered the spacious master bedroom. Ms. Cipriano sat at the edge of the bed, her legs splayed wide and her right hand busy between them. She curled the index finger of her left and beckoned him to her. As if he was deep underwater, he slowly walked to her. Monica smiled sexily.

"Don't worry hun. I don't bite....much." When Mark stood like a statue before her, Monica removed her fingers from her pussy and began to roam both sets over Mark's rock hard stomach and muscled chest. He caught the whiff of her sex on her fingers and his nostrils flared, drawing it deep inside. Monica chuckled as she noticed his reaction. She extended that hand to Mark's face and waved her fingers underneath his nose.

"Smell that baby? That's how much I want you. Are you gonna fuck Auntie good like you do your momma?"

Mark nodded his head dumbly.

"That's a good boy, quiet and obedient. Now take those shorts off and let's see how much of that thick fucker I can get in my mouth." Mark pushed down his shorts, stretching them over his turgid length. As his cock cleared its confinement, the length of his tool draped over Monica's face, extending from her full lips to her hairline. He could see her eyes practically cross as they strained to assess his pussy pleaser. Monica extended her wet, pink tongue and flattened it against the underside of his tool. Wiggling it just for a moment, she pulled her head backwards, dragging her tongue along and eliciting a moan from Mark. Reaching the top she swirled her tongue around, never breaking eye contact with Mark, until the tip of his prick glistened wetly.

"So, how long have you been fucking your mommy, Mark?" she asked, then popped his plump knob between her lips and suckled gently while Mark struggled to find his voice.

"B-b-bout a week," he stuttered. Monica's eyes closed to slits and she moaned low in her throat as a glob of cum oozed from his slit and coated her tongue. She sucked and more followed in quick succession. Amazing, she thought, this kid oozes more than my ex could even shoot. No wonder Vivian was keeping this under wraps. Not only was there the forbidden nature of their relationship, but she probably wanted to keep him all to herself. Well, friends share, don't they, Monica thought and then smiled around the mouth stretching giant. 

Mark's brain was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions as he watched his mother's best friend cram more and more of his tube in her hot, sucking mouth. By now, the shaft was glistening with her spit and was streaked with the remnants of her bright red lipstick. She was moaning like a starving woman deep in her throat, but suddenly gagged as she slid his length a little too far down her throat. When she pulled back off the shining sword, a thick strand of salvia hung from her lip to the tip of his cock. She grabbed it up in her hand and slicked the shaft, then raised her eyes and held his gaze while she caught her breath.

"Does your mommy suck your cock like that Mark?" He nodded his head slowly while she whipped her fist back and forth. "With tits like hers, I bet she does this for you too, hmmm?" She leaned back and spat a glob of saliva between her firm boobs and slotted his tool between them. Wrapping the soft globes around his girth, she raised and lowered them rapidly, setting off ripples across their exposed surface while a wet squish emanated from the junction. Mark again nodded as she fucked her bags with his stick. When the tip appeared at the top again and again, she pursed her lips across his knob and gave it a wet smack. The heat and friction was getting to Mark and he threw his head back moaning. Monica quickly slipped his prick out from between her jugs and spun around on the bed on all fours. 

"Not so fast, Auntie Monica needs to get fucked now," she said as she fingered and spread her gash before his saucer wide eyes. Mark shuffled forward to the edge of the bed and fisted his cock. As he ran his hand across her warm, smooth back, he slapped his thick prong repeatedly on her upturned ass cheeks, filling the bedroom with sharp cracks. Monica appraised him with one eye over her shoulder, running her pink tongue over her lips and winking saucily. What a find she had made! She could definitely see dropping a couple of hundred bucks a week to have her "pool" cleaned by the well-hung teen! She reached back and wiggled her fingers below her dripping pussy getting Mark's attention.

"Gimme," she ordered. Mark drew back slightly as her long fingernails scratched his ball sack. Her fingers slid up and snaked around his shaft, tilting it down. Mark pulled back further and allowed her to line them up. Once she appeared to have the angle worked out and her folds were nuzzling his cock head, he began to thrust forward a little bit at a time. Slowly, but surely, he began to sink in, her sugary soft walls fluttering and gripping his passage. Monica removed her hand and returned it to the bed, bracing herself against his slow thrusts. Mark marveled at how tight the older woman was. Her husband had either not spent much time plowing this field or his tractor wasn't very big. 

For her part Monica felt like a baseball bat was being crammed into her cunt, but she wasn't complaining. She had never felt so full or so turned on. She could feel every ridge and vein crisscrossing the massive prick as it slid forward steadily before bumping her cervix with only a quarter inch to spare. She slid forward a couple of inches, allowing Mark to slide out slightly, and then she backed up slowly, filling her box again. With nine of his ten inches crammed up her, she experimentally rolled her hips slowly and winced. She was going to have to take it slow if she didn't want to eviscerate herself.

"Are you ok Ms. Cipriano?" Mark asked when she hadn't moved for a few long moments. He could feel her channel grip him tightly and was worried he was hurting her with his big cock, though he wasn't going to remove himself from the heavenly hole unless he had to. Monica again looked over her shoulder and smiled as she noticed his concerned expression.

"I'm fine baby. Just getting used to that big old dick," she said as he relaxed and smiled. "Give me a couple of pumps and let's make sure the plumbing holds up." Mark placed both hands on her hips and slowly drew back halfway, then pushed forward even slower. Monica's shoulders hunched together, and then relaxed when he bottomed out. Time and again he repeated the slow process, each time the passage was easier as her juices flowed and her muscles relaxed. Before too long Mark had settled into an easy, steady rhythm and his lover was moaning and keening from the pleasure she was receiving. His hands left her hips and ventured forward, grasping her swinging breasts. He teased the hard nipples and weighed the firm globes in his palms while their fuck pace sped up. Suddenly Monica pulled all the way off and Mark's prick waved in the air glistening with her juices. She rolled onto her side and extended a long, toned leg in the air.




The Neighborhood Ch. 02



Chapter 02: Mom discovers the swingers next door

Copyright 2012 by A. Van Peebles, All Rights Reserved

EMILY'S STORY

Later that day Mom went out to run some errands and I cornered Chris by the pool. The conversation was a bit awkward at first; Chris thought we should stop and just pretend that last night had never happened. He said we would get in trouble. But I could tell he didn't really want to stop. So I said it would be worth his while and grinned at him. Then I knelt down, pulled down his swimsuit, and started sucking him off. That was the last time Chris said we should stop.

LISA'S STORY

From our bedroom window you can see the Johannson's pool. I happened to glance out of it that afternoon and spotted the Johannson girl going down on her brother Chris. I couldn't believe our luck; we'd moved next door to a family that was like ours. I called my husband James into the bedroom and we both watched while that little girl finished her brother off. 

James and I decided that this was presented a possibility for future fun, but we'd have to be careful. A lot depended on what their mother, Jennifer, thought. Did she know what her children were doing? James and I had already talked about Jennifer. She was a gorgeous, busty woman, and James badly wanted to fuck her. And so did I, for that matter. We'd already invited her over for drinks that evening, and after seeing her daughter fellate her son we decided to step up our seduction of Jennifer. We'd bed her and then feel her out to see if she knew and approved of what her kids were up to. If she wasn't game for play, it would be best to leave her family alone. But if she was...

JENNIFER'S STORY

It was nice to be going out, even if it was only to next door. I had been told that a divorce is death to your social life; all your friends you knew as a couple disappear into the woodwork. And for me it had been worse. Jason and I had owned our own software company. I was president and chief marketer and Jason ran the engineers. We got an offer to buy us out that we couldn't refuse. The company was sort of our baby, but when you're offered the kind of money we were, you don't turn it down. So we sold and suddenly found ourselves wealthy, not fabulously rich, but well off enough that we wouldn't have money problems in the future. But we were also unemployed, and had lost all the daily social connections you have with colleagues. Then Jason sprung the fact that he was sleeping with my secretary on me and that they wanted to get married. So there I was, no husband, no coworkers, and a dead social life. I bounced back of course. I got a consulting business going that took care of the mortgage and most of the living expenses for Chris, Emily, and me. And I had half of all the money we'd made from selling the company to fall back on. The divorce was reasonably amicable—not perfectly as I was pissed off. I demanded Jason give up any claim to the house, so I owned that myself—or rather the bank and I owned it. We split everything else down the middle. I had started to carve out a nice, new life for myself, but I worked at home and mostly by myself. I badly needed to get out and do something social with other adults. 

Lisa and James had just moved next door. They seemed really nice. He was in sales, industrial machinery, very successful, but on the road a fair bit. She was a stay-at-home mom, but didn't look like one. She actually looked like a porn star, lithe with big, firm boobs. Not as big as mine, but big. And he was quite attractive too, with a lean, firm body. He told me he kept in shape by frequenting hotel gyms when he was on the road. Their kids were the same age as mine, so I was really happy they moved in next door.

So, I was really looking forward to an evening out without the kids, and I was glad that when I showed up next door I found out that their two kids, Rachel and Matt, were out. It was just the three of us adults.

I'm a chatty person, and Lisa is easy to talk to, so that evening I found myself opening up to her. For his part, James didn't say all that much, but he was a good listener. I told them all about the divorce. At first, I tried not to, saying that they didn't want to hear my woes, but Lisa kept encouraging me to get it all out. So I did. I can't believe I told them some of the stuff I did. I barely knew them, but talking with Lisa was like chatting with an old girlfriend I'd known since college. I told them how Jason's and my sex life had slowly died, without me really noticing, and how the thing that pissed me off most about his affair was that it was with MY assistant. I mean sleeping with your own secretary is a cliché, but sleeping with your wife's is an insult.

Lisa and James commiserated with me. They said they had got married and had kids way too young—not as young as Jason and me, but right out of college. They said they went through a rough patch as they found themselves drifting apart sexually, but they'd managed to work through it.

James left to answer the phone, and it was probably the liquor talking—I rarely drink and I'd gone over my usual limit that evening, not too much, but enough to break down my inhibitions—and I confided to Lisa that it had been ages since I'd had sex.

"Well, there's something we can do about that," said Lisa.

"If you have a friend you'd like to set me up with, I'd like to meet him," I said, misunderstanding her intention.

"It's James I'm talking about."

I was having trouble processing what she was saying, and that fact must have been clear on my face. I might even have said, "Huh?"

"Remember when I said we had a rough patch in our marriage? We loved each other dearly, but we were both growing bored, and our sex life had become routine and unexciting. We worked through it by opening up our marriage. It provided the spark to keep us together while we explored our sexuality with other people. James is attracted to you and would like to sleep with you. He told me so."

"Are you serious?" I was still trying to accept what Lisa was telling me.

"Yes. Feel free to say no if you're not comfortable with the idea. We won't be offended, and we can still be great friends and neighbors. And if you are interested, it doesn't have to be tonight. I know I sprung this on you, so take your time and think it through."

"You wouldn't be jealous? This actually works?"

"No, I wouldn't be jealous, and yes, it works. It's all about James and I making sure we each know that no matter who we sleep with, the relationship between the two of us is the most important thing. We don't hide anything from each other, and we each have veto power over any partner, but we almost never use it. It works because it's about honesty, trust, and knowing that neither of us will do anything, or anyone, the other objects to." She, of course, left out a lot about their sex life that I would find out about in coming days.

"I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything. Just think it over. If you're interested, let us know."

James walked back into the room and Lisa switched the conversation to talking about the kids and asking whether mine were as much a handful for me as they were for her. Chris is a doll, but that Emily, she is a pistol. So impetuous. And evidently theirs are similar; twins, Rachel and Matt. Rachel too clever for her own good, and Matt being the headstrong one, always getting into trouble. I don't remember much of the rest of the conversation. I kept glancing over at James, checking him out. He really was quite the stud, tall and very fit. He also dressed well and clearly took care to look his best. I knew I should turn them down, but horniness rumbled deep within me. It had been so long since I'd been laid, and James was so handsome and sweet.

I was flushed and excused myself to go to the bathroom, not so much because I needed to go, but because I needed to splash some water on my face and calm down. As I returned I noticed Lisa in the kitchen, fixing another tray of snacks. I joined her, and without thinking any more about it said, "All right, I'd like to sleep with James." 

Lisa broke out in a wide grin and giggled. "This is so great!" she said, excited as if she was the one who was going to get laid. She leaned in and gave me a peck on the lips. "You're going to have such a good time. James is a wonderful lover." She took me by the hand and led me into the living room where James was waiting and told him.

James jumped up and came over to me and took me by the hands. "That's great! We're going to have fun." 

Then he kissed me, not very deeply but definitely more than a friendly peck between neighbors. I glanced at Lisa, and she was beaming. 

James must have sensed my nervousness, although that wouldn't have been difficult to do; I was practically shaking. "It's still early," he said. "We can chat a bit more until you're ready." He led me over to the couch, and we sat down. Lisa fixed us both another drink and we kept on talking, with James holding my hand. 

I realized that Lisa and James were well practiced at this, with every move calculated to put me at ease. James took a larger part in the conversation this time, and it was mostly the two of us talking. I don't even remember about what. I guess about twenty minutes had passed and I noticed that Lisa had made herself scarce.

James noticed me looking around for Lisa and leaned in and kissed me, deeply this time, and I responded. His mouth tasted sweet.

"Would you like to go to the bedroom," he asked, breaking the kiss.

I couldn't say anything I was so nervous. I just nodded, and he stood and led me upstairs to their bedroom, or should I say "playroom." Before they moved in, Lisa and James had extensive interior renovations done. I watched the contractors work for a couple months. When I arrived that evening I looked around to see what they'd changed in the house, but other than new carpeting and wallpaper, I couldn't see any changes to the downstairs. In the bedroom I discovered what the builders had done. There was no "bed" in the master bedroom. Instead there was a big sunken pit with two king-sized mattresses at the bottom and cushions all around. You could easily get a dozen people in the pit. Hence the "playroom."

"How do you like it? Hard, soft, rough?" James asked me.

"I'm not sure," I replied. "It's been so long and before that, Jason and I were ... perfunctory."

"That's all right. We'll just play it by ear. Just tell me if you don't like something, and I'll stop. Or tell me when you like it, and I'll keep doing it." James took me up into his arms and started kissing me again. I responded, but continued to let him take the lead. Soon I felt him unbuttoning my blouse, and then unhooking my bra. 

"Your breasts are magnificent," he said; not very original, but something every woman likes to hear. Then he began sucking my nipples. My breasts have always been sensitive, and could feel my panties start to soak through. If he kept going, I might have orgasmed right there. But it was all a little too much too fast, and I excused myself to the bathroom. 

I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and asked whether I really would go through with sleeping with the neighbor's husband. Even though Lisa had not only approved but had set us up, I had doubts whether it was the smart thing to do. But it was really a foregone conclusion. I was past the point of no return. I needed to get laid too badly, I was already half naked, and James was quite the stud and sweet. I stripped off the rest of my clothes, did a quick wash to make sure I was fresh down there, and went back into the playroom.

James was lying in the pit, a big smile on his face and his cock semi-erect. It was a nice size. He really was in good shape, taut abs, the faint outline of a six-pack, and that delicious vee of flesh that points down to a man's penis. He was neatly trimmed and shaved, with just a short patch of hair above his cock. I'd never seen that on a man before.

I walked over and without saying a word knelt down and started sucking him off. He hardened and grew to full size. I couldn't get all of him in my mouth without gagging, so started licking the underside and flicking the glans with my tongue. I also took his balls into my mouth, one by one. He tasted good, clean, with only a faint whiff of musk.

After a few minutes of this, James indicated that I should swing over into a sixty-nine, so I lowered my pussy onto his face. Omigod, he was an expert pussy eater! He started out by avoiding my pussy altogether, concentrating on kissing my mons and inner thighs, then after a while he started in on my outer lips, but he must have realized that I was already exciting and soaking wet, so he quickly moved to my clit, alternating sucking and licking it. It didn't take me long before I exploded in his face. I don't really squirt, but I do release a lot of moisture when I come and I soaked his face. He didn't seem to mind.

I returned to sucking his cock, which I'd neglected during my orgasm, and James did something I didn't expect and never had anyone do to me before. He tongued my asshole. I must've jumped, because he stopped and said he was sorry.

"Oh, God no. Don't stop. That feels great!"

He resumed the rimming. It felt so good. I had no idea I was so sensitive around there. His tongue made circles around my sphincter, and then started thrusting in and out. It was delightful. Meanwhile, his fingers were rubbing my clit. I could start to feel the orgasm build again.

"I want you inside me." I knew that my orgasm would be slower in coming if he fucked me, and I wanted to savor every moment. I knelt with my forearms on the cushions at the edge of the pit and James took me from behind. I was so wet, he slipped in with no problem, filling me nicely. He was as long as Jason, but a bit thicker, and I could feel pressure on my clit with every thrust.

He went slowly at first, until I asked for harder. I wanted to be really fucked, and James obliged. He had one hand on my shoulder and grabbed my hair with the other, close to the roots so it didn't hurt when he pulled, and he went to town. It had been ages since I was fucked like that. I think I was screaming. I don't know how long it lasted, maybe a good ten minutes of hard thrusting. I must have come twice. I was so out of it that I didn't notice when he came. I just felt him soften and pull out, and we collapsed into each other's arms onto the mattress.

I was woozy, and just lay there, eyes closed, James holding me, until I stopped twitching. When I opened my eyes, I was staring into Lisa's smiling face. She was lying next to us.

"Didn't I tell you he is an awesome lover?"

"Oh, God! Is he ever! That was fantastic. I really needed that. Were you watching us?" The thrill of being watched by Lisa excited me in ways that I didn't realize.

"Yes, I hope you don't mind. But I really do like to watch when James fucks another woman. But I've got a favor to ask. There's something else I really like to do when James sleeps with someone else."

"Anything," I replied.

"It's a little kinky."

"It's been a night of firsts for me, what is it?"

"I like to suck James's cum out of the other woman's pussy. Would you let me do that?"

How could I refuse the woman who had offered her husband to me? I reached out, brought her face to mine and kissed her. Not deeply, but appreciatively. I opened my legs. "I'm a little sensitive down there, right now, so be gentle."

Lisa knew just what to do. No sudden moves and firm, steady pressure. She licked my ass and inner thighs, I guess where James's come had dribbled out. I jumped a little when she first put her mouth on my pussy, but I quickly calmed down as she took my lips into her mouth and started sucking out the cum. It felt nice. I'd never had a woman go down on me, and idea that she was going after her husband's semen was so exciting.

After a few minutes, Lisa came up and kissed me. I had another shock as she passed James's cum into my mouth. That was so wrong, but so good. I'd always avoided taking Jason's come into my mouth; I didn't like the consistency or the taste, but sharing a man's cum with another woman was so incredibly erotic that I didn't mind. Lisa and I just kept kissing, passionately necking. Another first for me.

After a while Lisa broke the kiss, and panting asked, "Have you ever made love to a woman?"

"No."

"Would you like to?"

"I'm not a lesbian."

"Neither am I. But I like to fool around with women on occasion. But, it's okay to say no. This has been a big night for you."

I saw the pleading look in her eyes. She really wanted this. I couldn't refuse her. After all she had offered up her husband to me. I started to unbutton her blouse, and she quickly wriggled out of her clothes. Her breasts were pert, round, and with big nipples. She was completely shaved down under.

"I'm not really sure what I'm doing," I said.

"Just do what you'd like to have done to you, and I'll guide you when necessary. But after watching you with James, I don't think you'll need all that much guidance."

I just leaned in and took one of the round globes of her breasts into my mouth. She smelled wonderful, of perfume, and her skin tasted smooth. After playing and sucking her breasts for a bit, I started to move south, and Lisa rolled over on top of me so we were in a sixty-nine.

I had never seen another woman's pussy up close before. I took a moment to look it up and down. Her lips and clit were engorged and protruding. I planted a small kiss on her clit, and that signaled her to start licking my cunt. I licked up and down her hairless lips, and then took her clit into my mouth and started sucking. I alternated sucking with licking, both up and down and in circles. Lisa squirmed with pleasure, pressing her pussy down onto my face.

After a few minutes, I noticed James's cock, sporting a brand new erection, coming to my field of vision. I helped guide it into his wife's pussy and went back to work on her clit. Then I felt my own orgasm build from Lisa's tonguing. This wasn't a violent one, like the last, but it was warm and slowly spread over me. I bucked a little and wrapped my legs around her head.

I recovered quickly this time and went back to work on Lisa's clit. James's balls kept banging into my forehead, and that made me giggle. James pulled out and stuffed his cock into my mouth for a few thrusts and then went back to fucking his wife. I licked his shaft as it went in and out for a bit, and then I returned to Lisa's clit. It wasn't long until Lisa came. She shuddered and pressed even harder on my mouth. James came a minute or two later.

I immediately went to work sucking the cum out of her pussy, and Lisa and I swapped James's cum again.

We just lay in a sweaty pile for a while. Lisa and James told me that I was welcome to come over and play any time I felt the urge. And they told me that they sometimes invited other couples in for group play, and the next time they would invite me as well. They also invited me to stay the night, but I figured I had better get back to the kids. Maybe another night I'd stay. It would be nice to curl up with two others and sleep after a strenuous bout of sex.

As I walked back to my house, still a little wobbly, I thought about all the firsts I'd had that night. I'd slept with another woman's husband. I'd made love to another woman. I'd had my ass licked. I swapped cum with my next-door neighbor. My head was swimming.

It was after midnight, and as I was going to the bedroom I noticed a light in Emily's bedroom. I opened the door to tell her that I was home and that it was time for bed. Summer or not, she shouldn't be up after midnight. I couldn't quite believe what had happened to me that night had actually happened, but I what I saw in Emily's room really shocked me.




The Neighborhood Ch. 02



Emily was lying on her back on the bed, legs in the air, and Chris was fucking her. My nineteen-year-old son was fucking my eighteen-year-old daughter. I just stared, mouth agape. Emily had her eyes closed and was softly moaning. Her breasts were firm, and round, nipples erect. When had my little girl's breasts grown that large? And her hips were curved like a woman's, not a little girl. She was still waifish and cute, but very sexy. Chris was thrusting in and out of her. His dick was the size of James's, a full-grown man. And my God, was he a hard-bodied stud. Powerful arms and tapered waist of an athlete. Fuck, he was sexy!

I had no idea what to do. I know I should have burst into the room and stopped them. But I just closed the door and retreated to my bedroom. This was all too much to deal with. First all those sexual firsts for me, then exhaustion from all that sex, and finally the sight of my two children fucking one another. But what really scared me was what I had seen excited me. I was wet again. So help me God, I broke out my vibrator and masturbated, coming to the image of my hard-bodied son fucking my sweet, not-so-innocent daughter.



The Neighborhood Ch. 02



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Elliot spent a few minutes cleaning his load off his stomach, keyboard and window before pulling up his shorts and rolling his chair back up to his desk. His head was spinning as he thought about the events that had just transpired, first jacking a load as he watched his neighbor, Evelyn, masturbate with a cucumber, then sucking off his sister's boyfriend, Bradley. He licked his lips again, savouring the faint taste of the younger man's salty jism. 

It had been years since that kind of thing had happened to him, and he felt both re-vitalized and trepidatious. What did this mean for his quiet little life in the suburbs? Would it happen again, as Bradley seemed to suggest it would, or was it a one-time encounter, fun at the moment but not to be repeated? What would Rebecca say if she found out?

His mind drifted back to his senior year in high school, when he'd come across two of the swim team's stars fondling each other in the locker room. He was the gym technician, which meant that he cleaned up after the sports teams, putting away equipment, towels and so forth. At eighteen, he wasn't particularly athletic, but this job counted towards his Phys. Ed. grade, so he appreciated the chance to make up for his lack of physical prowess by diligenty cleaning up after the real jocks. 

On this afternoon, the coach had sent him to the far end of the field to repair a soccer net before he cleaned up the pool after the swim team's practice, so he was quite a bit later finishing than was normal. He came around a row of lockers and stopped dead in his tracks, as before him opened up a view of two damp, lithe, muscled guys with their arms around each other. One of them, Jason, had his right hand down between their two huddled bodies, and Elliot then noticed the way that both boys' hips were moving in tandem rhythm.

Jason was kissing and biting the side of Darryl's neck, while the other boy had his head thrown back , his lips parted in soundless pleasure. Elliot had never seen anything like this, but his cock was stiff in his shorts and he carefully stepped back and reached into his jock strap to relieve the pressure. As he backed up he bumped into a solid mass. It was Mr. Kolowski, the gym teacher. Elliot gasped and and could feel his face burning with embarrassment at being caught peeking, but Mr. K. merely put a finger to his lips to shush him. When Elliot nodded his understanding they both turned back to the scene on the locker room bench.

Darryl was now lying back, straddling Jason's body with his long dark-skinned legs as Jason rocked back and forth on top of him, both of their rigid cocks gripped in his hand and sliding up and down against each other. 

"Oh yeah, man," Darryl gasped, "just like that." Jason quickened the pace slightly, spitting in his hand every so often and rubbing it over their meat to keep the point of friction well lubricated. Elliot's jaw hung slack as the two swimmers bucked against each other, but his cock was harder than it had ever been, even harder than when when his cousin, Sarah, had sucked him off the previous Christmas. He felt Mr. K. move closer behind him, his weight bearing down slightly on Elliot's shoulders, and suddenly a massive hand reached around his waist and was gently gripping his member over the thin fabric of his shorts. The whiskers on the coach's face rubbed against his neck as he whispered into Elliot's ear.

"Come to my office." And with that the hand disappeared and Elliot was left with his raging hard-on. He realized that the two jocks were now going for broke on the hard wooden bench. With one last deep thrust Jason groaned loudly spraying cum all over his buddy's lean stomach, his hands a blur on his shaft. Darryl followed quickly his own seed pumping in spurts out of his thick, black cock. Elliot turned and darted towards Mr. K.'s office, light-headed with lust.

Mr. K. was waiting for him, sitting in his office chair, his cock hanging out of his track pants over his hairy balls. Mesmerized by the sight of the coach's fat, leaking penis, Elliot stepped forward, his mouth suddenly dry, his erection painfully surging against the thin fabric of his shorts. Mr. K. reached forward and lightly brushed the tip of Elliot's tented crotch, eliciting a sharp intake of breath.

"You liked what you saw out there, huh? So did I ..." the older man whispered, grasping the outlines of Elliot's cock and slowly stroking it up and down. Elliot felt his balls boiling in anticipation and he impatiently pushed the waistband of his shorts and jock down over his slim hips, causing his boner to spring upwards in the coach's face. The older man smiled and slid his lips softly over Elliot's head and didn't stop until he had the full length in his throat.

Elliot gasped again as Mr. K. started to slide his mouth back and forth, running his tongue over the shaft and head of Elliot's member, until he was quickly ready to blow his wad. Not wanting this new experience to end so soon, Elliot backed up and reached for the coach's hardening dick. He carefully rubbed the clear fluid that oozed from the tip over the bulbous, spongy head, then gripped tightly and stroked the shaft a few times.

"Are you sure?" Mr. K. groaned. In answer, Elliot knelt between the coach's legs and slipped the tip of the cock into his mouth. It was slightly shorter than Elliot's seven inches but almost twice as big around and his lips were soon stretching to take more of the head into his mouth. Elliot had no idea what he was doing but pieced together his makeshift technique from his memory of Sarah's warm, wet mouth, what he'd seen in pornos and Mr. K.'s own expert guidance. Soon, the head and the top third of the shaft were pumping between his lips and he bobbed his head in time. Gathering more confidence as the coach's moans increased in intensity, Elliot cupped the older man's hairy ball sack and tentatively squeezed. 

The coach moaned again and kicked off his track pants which were pooled around his ankles, then slid his hips forward, exposing the bottom of his lightly furred ass. He took Elliot's hand and gently guided it towards the cleft between his cheeks. Not knowing what to do exactly, Elliot experimentally rubbed his finger along the crease until the coach gasped and bucked into his face when he found the dark hole and tickled it lightly. 

Mr. K.'s hand was now on the back of his head and was regulating Elliot's movement, expertly inching more and more of his cock down the eighteen year old throat as Elliot fingered and sucked eagerly. When his index finger pushed in to the second knuckle, Elliot felt the pressure on the back of his head increase until his nose was buried in the coach's wiry pubic hair, his forehead bouncing off the soft, hairy belly.

With his finger now pumping in and out in time to Mr. K.'s thrusts, Elliot tasted his first drops of semen, followed by several strong blasts until his mouth was overflowing and Mr. K.'s cum was drooling down his chin and onto his T-shirt. Elliot swallowed as he could, until finally the coach's hardness ebbed and he held only the fat head against his tongue.

After catching his breath, Mr. K. wasted no time in bringing Elliot to his feet and sliding his cock between his lips. The teen had lost none of his hardness in the interval and was soon groaning in ecstasy as the older man's mouth slid over his shaft. As he came to the verge of his climax, Mr. K. plopped the cock out of his mouth and had Elliot turn around and bend over the desk. Excited and terrified, but too far gone to resist, Elliot sighed as he felt Mr. K.'s tongue slither into his asshole and his strong, warm hand grip his cock, jacking it in rhythm with his rimming. Elliot grunted after three or four stokes and convulsed as his come splatted on the side of the oak desk and drizzled onto the floor.

Elliot was snapped back to the present when he heard the high mewling of his sister from the living room two floors below. The excitement of the afternoon and his daydream re-living of his first experience with a man set him on edge, his cock pulsing back to life at the sounds of his housemates fucking their brains out. Silently he left his office and padded down the two flights of stairs to the carpeted hallway outside the living room.

He crouched down and slowly inched his head past the edge of the doorway, until he could see most of the wide, light filled room. To his left he could see the back of the black leather sofa and the back of Julia's head, her honey brown curls cascading over her tanned shoulders. She writhed in her seat, gasping and sucking in quick breaths, then let out her high squeal which ended in a deep groan.

"That's it baby, suck it, suck my clitty ... Oh Bradley, my pussy's so fucking wet for you, I've been thinking about your hard cock all day ... oooo yeah, put another finger in me, jam it in there, harder, harder!" Her head thrashed from side to side, her commentary falling in and out of coherence and her wailing reached a fevered pitch, before she slumped limply back into the cushions of the couch. 

Elliot had his cock out again and was gently stroking it when Bradley's glistening face appeared next to Julia. Their eyes met over the woman's head and Bradley grinned mischievously, cocking his head toward the other doorway. Elliot saw what he meant and darted silently down the hall, through the kitchen and arrived at the living room entry opposite the one he'd just been stationed at. Very carefully he crouched again and eased forward until he was looking at the front of the black sofa. To his delight Bradley was now sitting on the couch facing him and Julia again had her back turned to him as she straddled Bradley's lap.

She wore a light cotton sundress, white with printed with red flowers and a long broom-stick skirt, with strapped high-heeled sandals. Her right hand was reaching under her skirt as she ground her pubis against Bradley's crotch. Bradley had his right hand in her top, kneading her left breast and his left reached around and cupped her ass, then bunched her skirt up over her hips. Elliot stifled a groan as he watched Julia pull aside her sopping pink cotton panties and slowly slide Bradley's thick nine inches into her wet quim. 

"Ffffffuck!" she exhaled as she settled moistly onto Bradley's cock, sinking down to his round, smooth balls. The strap of her dress slipped over her shoulder as Bradley gently lifted her small upturned breast to his mouth. He glanced at Elliot as he took the puffy, lemon shaped tip between his teeth and bit playfully at it, a sly smile in his eyes. He began to pump slowly into Julia's cunt, keeping his eyes locked on Elliot who now had his cock in hand again, entranced by the sight of his sister riding this young stud. 

As the couple picked up speed, Elliot wasn't sure who he was more envious of. He had always enjoyed watching Julia with her perky breasts and firm, round ass, but had never considered her in detail, always having been more attracted to her sister Rebecca's type, tall, dark and voluptuous. Now, he was reconsidering the younger sister's lithe energy and feeling his lust building as Bradley rocked in and out of her frilly pussy. On the other hand, he was aware of the desire that Bradley's beautiful meat stick was reawakening in him. In his college days he would have been hard pressed to stop himself from offering to bottom for such a gorgeous specimen.

As if reading his thoughts, Bradley winked at him then slipped his dripping cock out of Julia, bringing a moan of protest from the near delirious woman in his lap. Deftly, he guided the raging purple tip of his cock up to the small, puckered ring of Julia's asshole. Without hesitation, she reached back and spread her bubble-like cheeks, groaning and bucking her hips against his rampant member. With Julia's nipple firmly between his teeth Bradley pushed the head of his cock into her rectum and bottomed out in one smooth movement.

"GGGGOODDFFFUCKINGCHRISST!!" she screamed, "FUCK MY FUCKING TIGHT ASSHOLE YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!! CUMMINGGGGhhaahh!" Julia's head thrashed back and forth in a frenzy of curls as she bounced on Bradley's invader. Her boyfriend meanwhile gripped her ass cheeks as he rammed himself into her, providing Elliot with a perfect view of his sister's anal ecstasy. 

Bradley began to thrust methodically as his orgasm built. Coming down from her own second cum, Julia sensed the tightening in Bradley's heavy balls and she leaned to whisper in his ear. He grinned evilly and said "What's that baby? What do you want me to do?" 

She hit him on the shoulder with her fist and replied "You heard me, asshole!" 

"Tell me again," he commanded.

"I said I want you to cum in my mouth. I want you to slide your big, hard cock out of my asshole and shove it in my mouth, then spray the rest all over my face."

"You dirty little slut," he grunted then pushed her off his cock. She landed lightly and crouched on her knees as he rammed his throbbing monster between her glistening lips. Her hand frantically rubbed her clitoris as Bradley unloaded in her mouth, on her forehead and cheeks and over her titties. Elliot felt his third load of the afternoon trickle over his knees and onto the slate tile floor of his kitchen. 

Julia moved up Bradley's lean muscled torso and kissed him deeply on the lips. Elliot whimpered in excitement as the young couple traded the load back and forth between them, with Bradley finally licking Julia's cheeks, neck and breasts clean of his own sperm with a smacking of lips. They exited the living room toward the hallway and disappeared to their bedroom, leaving a small crumpled item on the leather couch. 

With hands shaking in anticipation, Elliot slunk into the room and snatched up the rumpled pink panties, still wet with Julia's congealing juices, and brought them to his nose. He inhaled deeply and flicked his tongue out to taste his sister's nectar, her sweaty crotch, the faint tang of her asshole. He could feel his dick stirring again, but he was spent from his afternoon of uncannily lucky voyeurism. He was taking one last sniff when the front door opened and his wife Rebecca came in. Not knowing what else to do he stuffed his prize into the waistband of his shorts and pulled his shirt down over them just as his wife strode into the living room ...



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Elliot spent a few minutes cleaning his load off his stomach, keyboard and window before pulling up his shorts and rolling his chair back up to his desk. His head was spinning as he thought about the events that had just transpired, first jacking a load as he watched his neighbor, Evelyn, masturbate with a cucumber, then sucking off his sister's boyfriend, Bradley. He licked his lips again, savouring the faint taste of the younger man's salty jism. 

It had been years since that kind of thing had happened to him, and he felt both re-vitalized and trepidatious. What did this mean for his quiet little life in the suburbs? Would it happen again, as Bradley seemed to suggest it would, or was it a one-time encounter, fun at the moment but not to be repeated? What would Rebecca say if she found out?

His mind drifted back to his senior year in high school, when he'd come across two of the swim team's stars fondling each other in the locker room. He was the gym technician, which meant that he cleaned up after the sports teams, putting away equipment, towels and so forth. At eighteen, he wasn't particularly athletic, but this job counted towards his Phys. Ed. grade, so he appreciated the chance to make up for his lack of physical prowess by diligenty cleaning up after the real jocks. 

On this afternoon, the coach had sent him to the far end of the field to repair a soccer net before he cleaned up the pool after the swim team's practice, so he was quite a bit later finishing than was normal. He came around a row of lockers and stopped dead in his tracks, as before him opened up a view of two damp, lithe, muscled guys with their arms around each other. One of them, Jason, had his right hand down between their two huddled bodies, and Elliot then noticed the way that both boys' hips were moving in tandem rhythm.

Jason was kissing and biting the side of Darryl's neck, while the other boy had his head thrown back , his lips parted in soundless pleasure. Elliot had never seen anything like this, but his cock was stiff in his shorts and he carefully stepped back and reached into his jock strap to relieve the pressure. As he backed up he bumped into a solid mass. It was Mr. Kolowski, the gym teacher. Elliot gasped and and could feel his face burning with embarrassment at being caught peeking, but Mr. K. merely put a finger to his lips to shush him. When Elliot nodded his understanding they both turned back to the scene on the locker room bench.

Darryl was now lying back, straddling Jason's body with his long dark-skinned legs as Jason rocked back and forth on top of him, both of their rigid cocks gripped in his hand and sliding up and down against each other. 

"Oh yeah, man," Darryl gasped, "just like that." Jason quickened the pace slightly, spitting in his hand every so often and rubbing it over their meat to keep the point of friction well lubricated. Elliot's jaw hung slack as the two swimmers bucked against each other, but his cock was harder than it had ever been, even harder than when when his cousin, Sarah, had sucked him off the previous Christmas. He felt Mr. K. move closer behind him, his weight bearing down slightly on Elliot's shoulders, and suddenly a massive hand reached around his waist and was gently gripping his member over the thin fabric of his shorts. The whiskers on the coach's face rubbed against his neck as he whispered into Elliot's ear.

"Come to my office." And with that the hand disappeared and Elliot was left with his raging hard-on. He realized that the two jocks were now going for broke on the hard wooden bench. With one last deep thrust Jason groaned loudly spraying cum all over his buddy's lean stomach, his hands a blur on his shaft. Darryl followed quickly his own seed pumping in spurts out of his thick, black cock. Elliot turned and darted towards Mr. K.'s office, light-headed with lust.

Mr. K. was waiting for him, sitting in his office chair, his cock hanging out of his track pants over his hairy balls. Mesmerized by the sight of the coach's fat, leaking penis, Elliot stepped forward, his mouth suddenly dry, his erection painfully surging against the thin fabric of his shorts. Mr. K. reached forward and lightly brushed the tip of Elliot's tented crotch, eliciting a sharp intake of breath.

"You liked what you saw out there, huh? So did I ..." the older man whispered, grasping the outlines of Elliot's cock and slowly stroking it up and down. Elliot felt his balls boiling in anticipation and he impatiently pushed the waistband of his shorts and jock down over his slim hips, causing his boner to spring upwards in the coach's face. The older man smiled and slid his lips softly over Elliot's head and didn't stop until he had the full length in his throat.




The Neighborhood Ch. 02



Elliot gasped again as Mr. K. started to slide his mouth back and forth, running his tongue over the shaft and head of Elliot's member, until he was quickly ready to blow his wad. Not wanting this new experience to end so soon, Elliot backed up and reached for the coach's hardening dick. He carefully rubbed the clear fluid that oozed from the tip over the bulbous, spongy head, then gripped tightly and stroked the shaft a few times.

"Are you sure?" Mr. K. groaned. In answer, Elliot knelt between the coach's legs and slipped the tip of the cock into his mouth. It was slightly shorter than Elliot's seven inches but almost twice as big around and his lips were soon stretching to take more of the head into his mouth. Elliot had no idea what he was doing but pieced together his makeshift technique from his memory of Sarah's warm, wet mouth, what he'd seen in pornos and Mr. K.'s own expert guidance. Soon, the head and the top third of the shaft were pumping between his lips and he bobbed his head in time. Gathering more confidence as the coach's moans increased in intensity, Elliot cupped the older man's hairy ball sack and tentatively squeezed. 

The coach moaned again and kicked off his track pants which were pooled around his ankles, then slid his hips forward, exposing the bottom of his lightly furred ass. He took Elliot's hand and gently guided it towards the cleft between his cheeks. Not knowing what to do exactly, Elliot experimentally rubbed his finger along the crease until the coach gasped and bucked into his face when he found the dark hole and tickled it lightly. 

Mr. K.'s hand was now on the back of his head and was regulating Elliot's movement, expertly inching more and more of his cock down the eighteen year old throat as Elliot fingered and sucked eagerly. When his index finger pushed in to the second knuckle, Elliot felt the pressure on the back of his head increase until his nose was buried in the coach's wiry pubic hair, his forehead bouncing off the soft, hairy belly.

With his finger now pumping in and out in time to Mr. K.'s thrusts, Elliot tasted his first drops of semen, followed by several strong blasts until his mouth was overflowing and Mr. K.'s cum was drooling down his chin and onto his T-shirt. Elliot swallowed as he could, until finally the coach's hardness ebbed and he held only the fat head against his tongue.

After catching his breath, Mr. K. wasted no time in bringing Elliot to his feet and sliding his cock between his lips. The teen had lost none of his hardness in the interval and was soon groaning in ecstasy as the older man's mouth slid over his shaft. As he came to the verge of his climax, Mr. K. plopped the cock out of his mouth and had Elliot turn around and bend over the desk. Excited and terrified, but too far gone to resist, Elliot sighed as he felt Mr. K.'s tongue slither into his asshole and his strong, warm hand grip his cock, jacking it in rhythm with his rimming. Elliot grunted after three or four stokes and convulsed as his come splatted on the side of the oak desk and drizzled onto the floor.

Elliot was snapped back to the present when he heard the high mewling of his sister from the living room two floors below. The excitement of the afternoon and his daydream re-living of his first experience with a man set him on edge, his cock pulsing back to life at the sounds of his housemates fucking their brains out. Silently he left his office and padded down the two flights of stairs to the carpeted hallway outside the living room.

He crouched down and slowly inched his head past the edge of the doorway, until he could see most of the wide, light filled room. To his left he could see the back of the black leather sofa and the back of Julia's head, her honey brown curls cascading over her tanned shoulders. She writhed in her seat, gasping and sucking in quick breaths, then let out her high squeal which ended in a deep groan.

"That's it baby, suck it, suck my clitty ... Oh Bradley, my pussy's so fucking wet for you, I've been thinking about your hard cock all day ... oooo yeah, put another finger in me, jam it in there, harder, harder!" Her head thrashed from side to side, her commentary falling in and out of coherence and her wailing reached a fevered pitch, before she slumped limply back into the cushions of the couch. 

Elliot had his cock out again and was gently stroking it when Bradley's glistening face appeared next to Julia. Their eyes met over the woman's head and Bradley grinned mischievously, cocking his head toward the other doorway. Elliot saw what he meant and darted silently down the hall, through the kitchen and arrived at the living room entry opposite the one he'd just been stationed at. Very carefully he crouched again and eased forward until he was looking at the front of the black sofa. To his delight Bradley was now sitting on the couch facing him and Julia again had her back turned to him as she straddled Bradley's lap.

She wore a light cotton sundress, white with printed with red flowers and a long broom-stick skirt, with strapped high-heeled sandals. Her right hand was reaching under her skirt as she ground her pubis against Bradley's crotch. Bradley had his right hand in her top, kneading her left breast and his left reached around and cupped her ass, then bunched her skirt up over her hips. Elliot stifled a groan as he watched Julia pull aside her sopping pink cotton panties and slowly slide Bradley's thick nine inches into her wet quim. 

"Ffffffuck!" she exhaled as she settled moistly onto Bradley's cock, sinking down to his round, smooth balls. The strap of her dress slipped over her shoulder as Bradley gently lifted her small upturned breast to his mouth. He glanced at Elliot as he took the puffy, lemon shaped tip between his teeth and bit playfully at it, a sly smile in his eyes. He began to pump slowly into Julia's cunt, keeping his eyes locked on Elliot who now had his cock in hand again, entranced by the sight of his sister riding this young stud. 

As the couple picked up speed, Elliot wasn't sure who he was more envious of. He had always enjoyed watching Julia with her perky breasts and firm, round ass, but had never considered her in detail, always having been more attracted to her sister Rebecca's type, tall, dark and voluptuous. Now, he was reconsidering the younger sister's lithe energy and feeling his lust building as Bradley rocked in and out of her frilly pussy. On the other hand, he was aware of the desire that Bradley's beautiful meat stick was reawakening in him. In his college days he would have been hard pressed to stop himself from offering to bottom for such a gorgeous specimen.

As if reading his thoughts, Bradley winked at him then slipped his dripping cock out of Julia, bringing a moan of protest from the near delirious woman in his lap. Deftly, he guided the raging purple tip of his cock up to the small, puckered ring of Julia's asshole. Without hesitation, she reached back and spread her bubble-like cheeks, groaning and bucking her hips against his rampant member. With Julia's nipple firmly between his teeth Bradley pushed the head of his cock into her rectum and bottomed out in one smooth movement.

"GGGGOODDFFFUCKINGCHRISST!!" she screamed, "FUCK MY FUCKING TIGHT ASSHOLE YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!! CUMMINGGGGhhaahh!" Julia's head thrashed back and forth in a frenzy of curls as she bounced on Bradley's invader. Her boyfriend meanwhile gripped her ass cheeks as he rammed himself into her, providing Elliot with a perfect view of his sister's anal ecstasy. 

Bradley began to thrust methodically as his orgasm built. Coming down from her own second cum, Julia sensed the tightening in Bradley's heavy balls and she leaned to whisper in his ear. He grinned evilly and said "What's that baby? What do you want me to do?" 

She hit him on the shoulder with her fist and replied "You heard me, asshole!" 

"Tell me again," he commanded.

"I said I want you to cum in my mouth. I want you to slide your big, hard cock out of my asshole and shove it in my mouth, then spray the rest all over my face."

"You dirty little slut," he grunted then pushed her off his cock. She landed lightly and crouched on her knees as he rammed his throbbing monster between her glistening lips. Her hand frantically rubbed her clitoris as Bradley unloaded in her mouth, on her forehead and cheeks and over her titties. Elliot felt his third load of the afternoon trickle over his knees and onto the slate tile floor of his kitchen. 

Julia moved up Bradley's lean muscled torso and kissed him deeply on the lips. Elliot whimpered in excitement as the young couple traded the load back and forth between them, with Bradley finally licking Julia's cheeks, neck and breasts clean of his own sperm with a smacking of lips. They exited the living room toward the hallway and disappeared to their bedroom, leaving a small crumpled item on the leather couch. 

With hands shaking in anticipation, Elliot slunk into the room and snatched up the rumpled pink panties, still wet with Julia's congealing juices, and brought them to his nose. He inhaled deeply and flicked his tongue out to taste his sister's nectar, her sweaty crotch, the faint tang of her asshole. He could feel his dick stirring again, but he was spent from his afternoon of uncannily lucky voyeurism. He was taking one last sniff when the front door opened and his wife Rebecca came in. Not knowing what else to do he stuffed his prize into the waistband of his shorts and pulled his shirt down over them just as his wife strode into the living room ...



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The Neighborhood Ch. 03



The Neighborhood: Family Vacation

( All characters portrayed in the story, whether specifically identified as such or not, are over the age of 18. Hopefully this offering will make up for the second installment, which was not as well received as I'd hoped. Enjoy.)

As he sat on the back porch, having the third beer of the evening, Mark Jordan reflected that life didn't get much better than this. The nineteen year old college sophomore was home for the summer after having a solid first year as a pre-med student and he had so far enjoyed every second of his break. 

Mark lived with his mom Vivian and kid sister Kim, who was one year younger than he. He was handsome and smart and wanted for nothing. He stood just over 6 feet tall with short, brown hair and brown eyes and kept his lean, 180 pound frame in shape with a lot of running and some weight lifting. His father had left the family for his trollop of a secretary years ago and in retrospect, that was the best thing that could have happened for them all. No one had been happy in that prior arrangement. Mark could tell in the few times he had spoken to his father, that he was also happy, even after the slut had left him for another sugar daddy.

"Does it get any better than this Mom?" Mark asked Vivian, who had also joined him on the porch. While Mark was sucking down longnecks, his mom was busy sucking something else entirely!

Vivian Jordan, the thirty eight year old mother of Mark and Kim, was at the present time kneeling on a folded up towel at the feet of her son. The top of her yellow bikini was discarded besides her allowing her big 38DD tits to swing beneath her. Her little frame, only 5 feet in height, was still curvaceous, what with the aforementioned boobs, her curvy, child bearing hips and round ass which jutted out as she bent over her son. Her short, bobbed brown hair was tucked behind both of her ears, while her shimmering green eyes were locked on her son's face. Vivian had high cheekbones and a tiny nose. Beneath her nose curved a full pair of lips which currently cradled her only son's thick cock. Vivian was avidly sucking the monstrosity, plunging her hot mouth three-quarters of the way down the ten inches. During the time since Mark had been home and their family dynamic had been turned on its ear (see prior stories), she had become quite adept at accommodating his size, though she still couldn't deep throat it. Mark, for his part, was definitely not complaining. 

This was the part of the day he most looked forward to. He had recently started cleaning pools around the neighborhood and was usually out of the house before anyone else awoke. Since he and his mom and his sister had all become intimate with each other, Mark had enjoyed the many pleasures their sexy bodies afforded him. However, since striking off on his own to earn a little spending money, the time between their encounters was stretching out too long for Mark's libido. Not that he was cleaning pools with a constant erection. To the contrary, he had found several local ladies that were more than happy to have the well hung teen service more than their pools. But mom, dear old mom, was still his favorite. Not only because the whole Oedipal issue really got his juices flowing, but the fact that his mom was the sweetest, sexiest woman he had ever been around. Their relationship had grown closer than Mark thought possible in this time.

With a wet smack, Vivian drew her mouth off of her son and smiled up at him, while jacking him back and forth. Vivian of course loved her son very much and felt so lucky that he had turned out to be such a good kid and the fact that he was a tremendous lover was just a bonus. She had slipped into a rut of just being a mother after her divorce, so the awakening of her desires had improved her moods and outlook exponentially. She too looked forward to Mark's arrival home each evening, for while she had the every ready Kim at her disposal during the day, as well as Kim's best friend Nancy Taylor, it was her son that she really let herself loose with. After Mark had opened the flood gates a month ago, there had been many opportunities for her to sleep with other men, some of which she had taken and instantly regretted, so more and more she found that she was "saving" herself only for her son.

Mark took another sip of his beer and set the bottle on the patio table. He reached down and caressed his mother's face while she smiled up at him. When he sat back again, she resumed her ministrations, skimming her full lips up and down his length, then popping the head in her mouth for a few quick sucks. She pulled back slightly and licked the oozing slit at the top, teasing a strand of cum backwards. Mark's eyes were beginning to glaze over, so she knew he had to be getting close. She pulled further back and began to brush her soft, round boobs back and forth across his cock.

Mark hissed in a lungful of breath as he felt his mother's stiff nipples graze his rock hard dick. He still hadn't gotten over how big and firm they were, especially to be almost 40! Not that he didn't enjoy fucking and sucking younger girls, but the attention and care the more mature women in his life took with their bodies was unmatched. Mark reached down and cupped the two big mounds, reveling in their pliable texture. He thumbed the twin turrets, then separated the globes and slotted his shaft in between them. Vivian grinned at him as he began to purposefully thrust up and down.

"Do you ever get tired of fucking these saggy old tits?" 

Mark threw his head back and laughed while not missing a single stroke.

"Saggy? Not a chance Mom. Your tits are perfect! I can't imagine what these must have looked like when you were my age!"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" she giggled. Vivian then leaned down and swiped her tongue across the thrusting head. She suddenly felt Mark's rhythm change and raised her eyes to his to see them rolling back in his head. She swiftly pulled back and clamped her fingers at the base of his lurching tool.

"Oww! Damn mom! I was right there!"

"I know you little shit!" she laughed. "You've had three beers and you were about to go and leave me hanging! Typical man!" Mark grinned sheepishly. They both knew that he was more than capable of getting it up time and again, but it had been a long day and...He suddenly noticed his mom getting to her feet.

"Hey! Whoa, where you going?" Vivian just smiled and bent at the waist, her tits dangling, to remove her skimpy bikini bottom.

"Right on top of you. Get ready for the ride of your life cowboy." Vivian congratulated herself for the umpteenth time in purchasing patio furniture without armrests as she straddled her sitting son. The chairs were just the right height for her to stand over him and point his tower at her slot. She wrapped her tiny fingers around his mighty shaft and steadied herself with her right hand on his strong shoulder. Moving his cock back and forth, she parted her cunt lips and wet him for entry. She then began to slowly lower herself on his stake.

Mark's head lolled back at the first searing contact with his mother. She was always so hot and wet, literally baking him as she slowly bounced downwards. He lifted his hands to cradle and support the jiggling boobs dancing before his eyes. Leaning forward, he sucked a mouthful of tit flesh into his mouth, his tongue dancing over the rubbery nipple.

"Oh, Mark, baby, that feels so good," Vivian purred as she sank further and further down, his attention to her sensitive tits heightening the pleasure. Presently, her ass met his thighs and she surmised that she had about eight of his ten inches throbbing inside her. Perfect, she thought and then placing both hands on his shoulders, began to ride him.

Vivian's body trembled as she fucked her son mercilessly. Her glute and thigh muscles flexed and contracted as she repeatedly raised and lowered herself. She could feel her juices flowing out of her and caking his thighs and crotch. No wonder she always felt so thirsty afterwards, she was probably dehydrated from being so wet, she laughed to herself. 

For several minutes, the horny mom would bounce until she could tell that her son was on the verge and then slow until his passion had abated somewhat. During this time, Mark kept at his feasting on her sumptuous chest, covering every inch of her tits with his tongue and lips. When she felt her legs begin to tire, Vivian came to rest in his lap and circled her hips around, rooting the long cock inside of her.

"You ready to cum baby?" she asked. Mark didn't remove his face from between her tits to answer.

"God yes mom! I'm so ready!" With that, Vivian knitted her hands in his short, brown hair and began to bounce crazily onto him as she began to orgasm. Her pussy walls clenched and unclenched, fluttering around his shaft as she came off. With a roar of lust, Mark also exploded and Vivian could feel every sticky projectile he shot into her. Mark dropped his hands to her waist and helped to bounce his mother's little frame up and down on him as the two incestuous lovers ground their passions out on each other. All too soon they were done and each grasped the other, gasping for breath and reveling in the hot, sweaty embrace. 

Mark skimmed his lips up his mother's neck, licking and sucking the soft, hot flesh. He tilted her chin down as they locked lips together, their tongues dueling. The two stayed like this for a long moment, kissing each other passionately, until Vivian drew back and ruffled her son's hair while smiling down at him.

"My baby's getting to be quite the stud!" 

Mark grinned bashfully.

"Thanks Mom. You make it easy! I never get tired of this."

"Good, because I've got a lot of years left in this old body and I don't think I could settle for some middle aged guy now that I've had the best! You're going to make someone very happy one of these days." This mention brought a frown to Mark's face, which his mother immediately noticed. "What's wrong Mark?"

"Oh, nothing." He saw from her look that she wasn't going to settle for that. "It's just that when you talk like that Mom, I think about our future. I don't ever want to give up what we have and we both know there is nothing 'normal' about it. How am I supposed to just give up this and settle for the wife and 1.8 kids?"

Vivian too had spent many hours wrestling with this quandary, and while she did not want to lose what they had now, she knew that for Mark to move forward with his life, things would have to change. This is what caused her to almost daily contemplate ending their affair.

"I don't know baby. I really don't. But, hey, you're still young. You've got your education to complete. Let's not worry about that now, let's just enjoy what we have." She stood and collected her bikini. "Hungry?"

"Starved! I'm going to take a shower, ok?"

"Ok baby. I'll whip us all up something. Go check on Kim," she said, entering the house. Mark collected his clothes and walked in behind her.

As the mother and son turned into their kitchen, a tall, hulking black figure entered from the living room. The man was at least 6'4" and broad through the chest and shoulders, muscles bulging on his frame. One muscle did not bulge, but dangled obscenely between his legs, for he was as nude as Vivian and Mark. Now, this sight would be at the least alarming in most homes, but for the Jordan's, it was practically commonplace. The big black man was named Shawn Johnson and had been a fixture in their home after meeting Kim and Nancy one night on a long, lonely stretch of road. Shawn smiled broadly.

"We've got to stop meeting like this," he said as the three of them laughed at their nakedness and situation.

"Hey Shawn, how's it hanging?" Mark said as he headed past him. Shawn looked down at the massive pole suspended between his legs.

"Oh, just hanging. Your sister is something else," he said as Mark elbowed him out of the way. "You might find the shower occupied," Shawn called over his shoulder. "I think your sister beat you to it."

"I'm counting on it," Mark answered as Shawn chuckled and turned his attention back to Vivian, who had found her bathing suit cover up and was starting to wrap herself in it.

Vivian could see the look in the man's eyes as he studied her curvaceous body and while she could not deny that he was striking and closer in age to herself than her daughter or her son, she had made it a point to establish ground rules with the big cop from the get go.

"Easy big boy. The only thing you're getting out of me is dinner." Shawn laughed, his white teeth flashing against his black skin.

"Can't blame a man for dreaming Vivian! But I know you're Mark's and I wouldn't want to hurt either of you," he said watching her as she got plates down from the cupboard. "Oh, nothing for me thanks. I've got patrol tonight. I'm just gonna head home, clean up and I'll grab something later," he said as he pulled on a T-shirt and sweat pants.

"Ok Shawn. Be careful."

"Thanks Viv. Good night."

The shower was indeed running when Mark cracked open the door to the bathroom that he and his sister shared. While he could just as easily used his mother's, what fun was there in that?

The room was large and boasted a partially open, tiled shower, under which the 5'2" Kim Jordan currently washed her hair. Her head was back, her eyes closed and her brother used the moment to study his sister's luscious frame. 

Kim was a former high school cheerleader and was planning on cheering in college on a scholarship. The years of training had paid off in that respect and had also honed her trim body with spectacular results. Her legs and arms were firm, but not too muscled and her ass was round and tight from the hours of routines. 

Her most spectacular feature on her eighteen year old body (as with most women in this author's stories), were her breasts. The big 36Ds were full and firm and Mark licked his lips as he noticed the way they shimmied and bobbled as she washed her hair. Her nipples were small, the areola only about an inch across and jutting up enticingly. Tracing his eyes over her flat stomach, Mark could see that she continued to keep her pubic area shaven bare, the pink lips barely visible between her legs.

"I'm not running a peep show here, Mark," Kim said, her voice startling him out of his reverie. Mark chuckled and looked up to see his sister's big blue eyes smiling at him.

"You could, you know," he answered. "You'd make a killing." Kim laughed and turned to face the water.

"Aren't you the charmer?" She turned her head to look at him and he noticed her gaze drawn to his cock, which was beginning to revive itself in response to her display. "Are you and your friend there going to join me? I need someone to do my back."

"I'd like to do more than your back," Mark responded as he walked into the large open shower. Kim handed him the washcloth over her shoulder.

"Well, start there and let's see what happens."

Mark began to run the sudsy cloth over her shoulders and upper back and worked his way down. He soaped each perfect buttock in turn, then squatted behind his sister and began to soap her legs. Once he had finished, he dropped the cloth to the tile and began to run his hands over the outside of her trim legs. When he reached the tops, he palmed the round globes, caressing and squeezing them. Kim hummed happily, and then spread her legs further apart. 

"Green light!" Mark thought. 

He slid his right hand in between her legs and began to gently stroke the outer lips of her pussy. Kim moaned louder.

"I think I missed a spot here," Mark said, his voice catching slightly.

"Mmmmm, do be thorough big brother," Kim huskily whispered. "I am such a dirty girl." Mark laughed and then forced her body a little farther forward, until the spray washed the soap from her back. He began to slide his fingers deeper between her lips and was rewarded with the parting of them and subsequent wetting of his digits from her hot, internal juices. The flow of the shower, however, washed away her fluids just as fast as he teased them out of her, so placing both hands on her hips, he pulled her backwards. Kim dropped her hands to the shower knob and jutted her rear out as Mark scooted backwards. Once in he had her in the desired position, Mark resumed his frigging with his right hand, while his left palmed and squeezed her firm ass cheeks. 

Kim was really moaning now, her post coital haze gone, as she ramped up towards another orgasm. And this one so soon after Shawn had fucked her to two back to back! Mark's fingers were hitting all the right spots, but when she suddenly felt his face in between her cheeks, the ending was written. Mark thrust his tongue right up his sister's tight ass, worming and forcing his way into the tight, hot passage. The funky taste of his sister's butt caused his hard-on to stretch even further. He could feel the head of his cock against his abs as he hunched over and ate out his moaning sister's ass. 
"Ahhhh! What are you doing to me?" Kim wondered aloud, all the while loving every depraved second. With a lurch of her hips, she exploded in orgasm, screaming, with one hand flying back to try and push his mouth further between her ass. Mark held on for dear life as his sister hunched back against his mouth and bucked crazily. Kim roiled through wave after wave of her climax, her vision blurring as low, guttural sounds emanated from her throat. Suddenly, the door to the bath flew open and Vivian burst into the room.

"Kim! Are you ok?!" She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the sexy scene before her: her only son trying desperately to cram his head up her only daughter's ass! She shook her head and thought to herself, "I should have known," as she backed out and closed the door without the two even realizing she was there. 

As Kim's orgasm waned, Mark drew back and nipped and licked at her wet, soft ass cheeks. Kim shuddered in pleasure and sat down on the built in bench as her legs failed her. She leaned back against the smooth tiles, wrapping her arms around herself, eyes closed, reveling in the after glow.

Mark stood, looking down at his beautiful sister. Her long eyelashes fluttered and opened, revealing her big, blue eyes which smiled at him as her full lips curled up.

"Wow! That was something else big bro! To what do I owe that?"

"Your beautiful ass, that's what," Mark said his right hand dropping down to his rigid pipe and stroking. "It's perfect." Kim smiled and leaned forward until she was eye level with the wide head pulsing in front of her.

"So is this. Can I suck it?" she demurely asked.

"You sure you're not just settling because Shawn's not here?" Kim raised her eyes to his while she removed his hand and replaced it with both of hers.

"Poor baby! You're not actually feeling jealous 'cause he's got 12 and you've only got 10, are you?" she teased. Mark grinned sheepishly and shrugged. "Pitiful, just pitiful. You realize you have more than enough for any woman, don't you?"

"Okay, my egos repaired. Get busy."

"Gladly."

Kim began to roll her pink tongue over the head of Mark's cock while she firmly gripped his shaft in both hands. She never failed to revel in the feel of the hot, hard/soft shaft. She gripped it tighter and tried to jack it faster, but with no lubrication, the passage was rough. She popped the fat head in her wet mouth and reached up to remove a bottle of shower gel from the caddy. Kim squeezed a line of the slippery goo down the long shaft, and then began to work it around his shaft. As she eagerly tongued his head, she was rewarded with a steady supply of salty leakage from Mark's big balls. She marveled at his recovery time, knowing that Mom had probably drained him not too much earlier. 




The Neighborhood Ch. 03



Mark's toes were curling in pleasure, his eyes locked onto the junction of his sister's full red lips and his huge shaft. Kim was humming happily deep in her throat and was momentarily disappointed when Mark gently pulled back, his dick springing up from the sweet confines of her mouth. As his cock brushed past her nose, it left a snail trail across the bridge. Both teens giggled.

"Gross!" Kim said, brushing the goo off with her fingers.

"Gross? Gross?! This from the girl who has been whitewashed more times than Tom Sawyer's fence!" Kim giggled and swiped her tongue at his cock as he lowered his hips and slapped the long shaft against each of her tits in turn. Kim gathered the big tits in her hands and lifted them.

"You are so predictable."

"You don't mind," Mark laughed, slipping between the soft globes as they were closed around him. He grabbed the shower gel and squirted it between the chasm as his hips pumped back and forth, pistoning his long cock between his sister's big tits. In no time at all, the machine was well "oiled". Mark's hands took over the tedious job of holding Kim's boobs, allowing her to grasp the edge of the bench and brace herself against the hard thrusts coming her way. 

Mark couldn't decide if it was the sight of his big cock pummeling a big pair of jugs or the velvety feel wrapped around him, but one thing was sure: titty-fucking was far and away his most favorite thing to do. And how fortunate could one man be? He was surrounded by a pair of 36Ds at the moment and had his mom's 38DDs, Nancy's 34Ds, and Kay Reynolds's 32DDs at his disposal whenever he could get it up! Not to mention several of his busty 'clients' who had squealed with shock and pleasure the first time the well-hung kid had cocked up between their boobs. 

The current pair of tits was getting the best of his stamina at the moment and rather than try and prolong the sexy session, Mark gave himself over to his pleasure. Kim could tell from the speed of his tit fuck that he couldn't possibly last much longer. She raised a manicured fingertip to her luscious lips and teased them, smiling shyly up at her brother's lust filled face.

"You're not going to shoot that nasty old cum all over your sister's big tits, are you Mark?" she whispered.

"Oh, yeah I am. Get ready sis. I'm gonna hose down these tits!"

"Then do it baby. Do it! Fuck your baby sister's big tits and cum all..."

With a loud moan, Mark pulled back and taking his pole in his hand, squeezed off the first of six copious blasts which coated and painted his sister's boobs while she held them up. The pearly goo clung to the tops of her cleavage, but as the spray of the shower found them, washed them off the slopes. Kim hurriedly scooped a finger full and popped it in her mouth, humming contentedly.

"You are such a slut," Mark teased.

"Yeah, I am," Kim admitted. "But I'm your slut though."

"What about Shawn?" 

"I don't know," Kim said shrugging. "He's got a big dick and all, but really, how could we work?" Despite it being the twenty-first century, they did live in the South and Mark had already heard some comments at the gym about the couple, which he hadn't shared with Kim. He liked Shawn, but recognized the reality of the situation. Ironically, the more taboo fact that the family was all shtupping each other didn't occur to him at the moment. They had all had to be more mindful of what they talked about in front of strangers and how they presented themselves. It was a relatively small town that they lived in and if word ever got out...

Kim stood up and standing on her tip toes, wrapped her arms around her brother's neck and kissed him deeply. Mark returned the kiss, his hands trailing down to cup his sister's ass.

"Forget about it. Mom's probably got dinner ready by now." 

Mark held up his hands in surrender and the two teens finished their interrupted showers.

When Mark and Kim entered the dining room sometime later, they found their mother with the phone in one hand, swirling a half-full glass of wine in the other. They sat down at their places as their mother wrapped up the call.

"Oh, that does sound like fun Sue! Let me talk to the kids and I'll call you back later, ok? Love you too! Bye!"

"Aunt Sue, Mom?" Kim asked.

"It was! She knew that Mark was home from school, and since it's been so long since we've seen them, suggested that we drive out and visit." Vivian's sister Sue lived with her husband Jim and their 18 year old twins, Clint and Stacy, over a day's drive away in another state. With the demands of raising teenagers, it had been over five years since the families had seen each other, though Vivian had flew out in the spring to see her sister. Kim and Mark both remembered how much fun they used to have playing with their cousins as they were Kim's age and shared the same interests. It didn't occur to the siblings how their 'interests' may have changed from their cousins. 

The first thing that popped into Mark's testosterone laced brain was how cute his cousin Stacy was when he saw her last. The last time he had seen her, five years ago, she was all braces, elbows and pigtails. Wonder what puberty did to her, he thought, remembering the enormity of his Aunt Sue's bosom and how he never resisted her hugs growing up! If big tits ran in the family, like Mom, Sue and Kim...

Kim's brain was spinning in the same direction. Unbeknownst to the rest of her family, there had been some 'doctor' games played between Clint and her. Now that they were all 18...

"That sounds great Mom!" the siblings answered in unison. Vivian laughed as she got up from the table and brought back plates of food to the table.

"Well, let's eat our dinner and then get busy packing. I don't see any reason why we couldn't leave first thing tomorrow!"

The rest of the dinner was full of excited discussion about seeing their family again and what they might do while there. Sue had mentioned to Vivian a trip to the beach, which was close to them and where they had a home. It also occurred to the three that they would get to celebrate Mark's 20th birthday in two days. Mark was asked what he might want for his birthday, but he couldn't come up with anything. 

As Kim was clearing the plates from the table, Mark came up behind his mother and slid his arms around her waist, then reached up and filled his hands with her firm 38DDs, squeezing and tweaking her nipples through the thin blouse she wore. Vivian dropped her head back on his shoulder and moaned.

"Mark! Don't get me started! We've got packing to do!"

"I know what I want for my birthday, Mom," he whispered, his hands sliding under the blouse until he found the front clasp of her bra. "I want to wake up that morning with you sucking my cock, just like we're at home!" As her soft globes fell out of her now open bra, Vivian imagined the feel of Mark's thick, hot cock sliding into her mouth and filling it full of his tasty cream.

"B-b-but, we'll be at Sue's! I couldn't possibly..."

"I'm sure you'll find a way Mom. That's all I want. Now, let's go upstairs. I can't think of packing until I get rid of this thing." With that, he ground his now hard cock against his mother's ass. Not for the first time, Vivian thought about how it would feel to be ass fucked by the monster now rubbing against her. She had witnessed Kim being buggered by it and thought that tonight might be the night to cross that line for the first time.

"Mark," Vivian murmured, reaching back to rake her fingernails through his hair as he nibbled her neck, "How about something a little different tonight?" Mark growled into her throat, his rubbing of her big jugs ratcheting up a notch.

"I'm always up for something new Mom. What'd you have in mind?" Vivian spoke not a word, just pressed her ass back a little harder against the throbbing pole lodged between her cheeks. Mark's breath caught and his heart rate went into overdrive at what his Mom was suggesting.

"Are you serious Mom? You wouldn't be teasing me, would you? Cause that'd be cruel."

Vivian spun in his arms and passionately kissed him. Planting kisses along his cheek, she whispered directly into his ear.

"Please fuck my ass, son!"

Mark bent and swooped his mother up into his arms like a newlywed and headed towards the stairs. At only 5' tall, Vivian only weighed about 120 perfectly distributed pounds, so Mark carried her up with no problem. Vivian clung to his neck, her mouth locked on his throat, kissing and sucking the whole way. They reached the top.

"Your place or mine?" Mark asked.

"Mine." He carried her to the end of the hallway and nudged the door open with his foot. Walking to the bedside, he gently laid her down and stood, removing his shirt. While he was tugging his T over his head, Vivian sat up and grasped the top of his shorts, yanking them down quickly. His dick swung clear and waved in her face before she quickly gobbled it into her hot, sucking mouth. 

Vivian didn't waste anytime with preliminaries. Her tongue cradled the fat shaft while she drew deeply on it, like a too thick milkshake. Her cheeks hollowed out around the tube and wet, smacking sounds emanated as she bobbed to and fro. Her big green eyes were wide open, locked onto her son's slack jawed face. Mark stood like a statue, amazed at the amount of force his mother was applying to the blowjob. At this rate, she would suck his balls out through the shaft! He combed both hands into his mother's short, brown hair. He cradled her skull and started pumping her mouth over him, faster and faster.

"Holy shit!" Neither Vivian nor Mark looked away from each other's eyes at the sound of Kim's voice in the doorway. Mark was working more of his tool into her mouth, bit by bit. Vivian's mouth was stretched obscenely around him, as saliva started to drip from the corners of her crammed full mouth. Vivian rapidly tore off her blouse, her boobs bouncing as she also shrugged off her bra. With her hands free, she tweaked and pulled on her fat nipples.

"Kim? Kim?! Hey!" Kim was shocked out of her reverie and looked at Mark, who was still staring at his mother. "Go get the lube. Tonight I'm fucking Mom in the ass."

"Holy shit," Kim whispered and then turned and ran into her room, snatching the tube of KY from her nightstand. She sprinted back to the room, not wanting to miss a second. She plopped down on the bed next to her mother and sat there, the spectacle of all that cock pumping in and out of their mother's little mouth amazing her. Kim bent down and nudged her Mom's left hand off of the perfectly shaped boob with her face, replacing it with her mouth. She licked and sucked the pebbly nipple as she brought her hands up to palm and squeeze the big globes. She marveled at the weight of her mother's boobs and hoped hers would be just as firm in twenty years. 

Mark groaned at the sight of his sister sucking and squeezing their mother's tits. He knew if he didn't get his cock in his Mom's ass soon, he was going to lose it all over her and Kim. While that thought had obvious merit, he didn't want to pass up the chance at his Mom's ass cherry. 

"Get her ready, Kim," he said, pulling his long cock out of her mouth. As the head popped out of Vivian's mouth, a long strand of saliva was attached to the wide tip. Kim spied this out of the corner of her eye and darted up, capturing it in her mouth, then sealing her lips over her mother's. Their tongues flicked against each other's for a moment, before they both pulled back gasping. 

"Hands and knees Mom," Mark instructed. Vivian's eyes darted between her children's faces before she swung around on the bed and pointed her ass in her son's direction. Kim grasped the top band of her Mom's shorts and smoothly pulled them over her hips and down her legs. Vivian raised her knees up as Kim slid them down and then off her feet. She lowered her shoulders to the bed and turned her face to the side.

"Do it. Fuck my ass Mark."

Mark reached down and opened the tube of KY, squeezing a dollop into his hand, which he jacked over his cock. He handed the tube to Kim, who was staring open mouthed at their mother's up turned ass, both naked holes fully exposed. Kim wordlessly took the lubricant, but then looked back at her mother.

"Here's something Mark did for me tonight, Mom. I think you'll like it." She placed the tube on the bed before grasping her Mom's hips. Kim then began to lick and nibble all over Vivian's curvy ass. Vivian moaned, her hips rotating slowly as Kim worked her way closer and closer to the winking, puckered hole. Nastily, Kim spat a glob of saliva directly on the brown target and then unceremoniously sealed her mouth on her mother's asshole, thrusting her tongue as far into the cavity as she could.

Vivian screamed in ecstasy at the feel of the worming tongue exploring her back door. An orgasm exploded from deep within her, blossoming through her body. She screamed again, and then bit down on her knuckles to stifle the sounds that she was afraid would alarm the neighbors. In the back of her mind, she reflected that their neighbors, the Reynolds, were probably doing the same thing the Jordan's were doing at the moment. 

It was all Kim could do to hang onto her Mom's bucking ass when she exploded. Her tongue ached from trying to extend it out as far as she was. The funky taste of her Mom's butt had her creaming her own thighs immediately and she squirmed on the bedspread trying to scratch her own itch. Mark recognized the quandary his sister was in and came to the rescue, reaching down and rubbing her stiff clitoris rapidly. As Vivian was coming down from her earth shattering orgasm, Kim blasted off, Mark's nimble fingers doing the trick yet again. She screamed, the sound muffled between her Mom's cheeks. As she gave herself over to the waves engulfing her, she fell back on the bed, her hand taking over as Mark's fell away. 

Mark stood over his mother and sister as they moaned and twisted on the bedspread. Every family member's hand was busy, each person taking care of themselves. Mark added some more KY to his hand, whipping it up and down his stiff member as he watched two of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Mom was idly trailing her fingers through her pussy lips and moaning into the bedspread. Mark couldn't decide what was sexier, her round ass hiked up in the air or the sight of her big balloons flattened out and protruding to the side underneath her. He looked over a Kim. She was still toying between her legs, her eyes tightly closed as she lifted a big tit to her mouth and suckled gently.

It was time.

Mark got onto his knees on the bed, took the tube of lubricant and squeezed some directly onto his Mom's exposed sphincter. Capping the tube he took his index finger and spread the jelly some then began to worm his digit into the tight hole.

"Ooooh! Oh, Mark!" Vivian moaned as she felt his finger sink into her hot ass. In no time at all, he was past the second knuckle and was gently pushing and pulling. "Two please?"

Mark laughed at the polite way his Mom asked that he pump two fingers up her ass. On the next upstroke, he added his middle finger and promptly sunk them both deep.

"Ayyyyy! Oh, God! Yes! Oh, that feels so good baby! Get momma's ass ready for that big cock!" Vivian yelled shocking Mark and Kim. While Mom was no mute, the nasty talk was out of the ordinary, but having your son's fingers in your ass was not an everyday occurrence either. Kim scooted over on the bed and began to pet and rub her Mom's sweat covered body. Vivian lifted her head and blearily looked at Kim.

"It's going to hurt isn't it?"

"I'm not gonna lie Mom," Kim nodded. "But not for long and believe me, it's well worth it."

With a pop, Mark pulled his fingers out and crouched over his Mom. Kim and Vivian looked back and both had the same thought as they saw him fist his huge cock.

"How is that thing ever going to fit?"

Mark was also thinking along these lines as he compared the enormity of his knob compared to the hole before it. He lined them up and gently began to push.

Vivian gasped and her hand flew out grasping Kim's upper arm, squeezing, as what felt like a door knob began to sink into her ass.

Mark hissed between his teeth, the buttery hotness of his Mom's ass bathing his cock head as it popped past the first ring of muscle, lodging there. He took his hand off his cock, resting it alongside his other on her back to keep his balance. Slowly, but surely he bore down and began to sink further into her canal. 

Vivian shrieked, and then bit down on the bedspread to muffle her moans. She could feel every bump and vein on her son's cock as it steadily descended into her guts. She felt stretched to the limit of her capacity. When Mark placed both hands on her shoulders and she could feel him rise up on his feet, crouching over her, she panicked. She abruptly pushed herself upright, her dangling boobs swinging wildly beneath her.

"No, no, no, no! Stop! Please! I can't take anymore! Take it out!"

Kim sat upright and wrapped her arms around her Mom's torso, cradling her swerving tits.

"Mom, Mom. It's okay. Almost there!" Kim sounded like she was coaching someone through childbirth and Vivian felt like she was experiencing it, only in reverse, and in the wrong hole!

Mark let up on the pressure and gently massaged his Mom's shoulders, giving her time to accommodate his ass stretcher. "God bless the women in my family," Mark thought wickedly as he examined the disparity between his pole and the taut ring encircling it.

After a minute or so, Mark noticed that his Mom was gently rolling her ass back against him, so without thrusting forward, he resumed pressure down, allowing her to control the rate of descent.

It still felt like a log of firewood in her guts, but Vivian could tell she was getting accustomed to Mark and the burning had been replaced by a glow spreading out from her ass and warming her whole body. As she gyrated on his pole, she felt it sink deeper and deeper. She was still worried that Mark was going to inadvertently rearrange her guts though. 

"How much more?" she grunted over her shoulder.

Kim looked back to see four thick inches still protruding between Mark's groin and Mom's ass.

"Over halfway there Mom! Way to go!"

Vivian huffed and blew a stray strand of hair back. "Yeah, high fives!" she said sarcastically. "I seriously don't think I can take anymore Mark, ok?" Mark couldn't hide the disappointment from his voice.

"Aw, Mom. You want me to stop?"

"Yes, but not quit. Lube us back up and then only half. Half! Hear me?" 

"I hear you Mom. Half of my cock in my hot Mom's ass is better than none, I guess," Mark chuckled as he slowly withdrew. When he slid out with a pop, Vivian groaned and rolled onto her side.

"You guess?! How about after this, I get one of Kim and Nancy's strap-ons and see how you like it?" Mark knew she was probably joking, but didn't want to force his Mom into anything she didn't really want.

"Seriously Mom, if you don't like..."

"I'm just messing with you baby. It did hurt, but it's starting to feel good. Hurry up, will you?"

Mark began to lube his tool back up while Kim lay down on her side in front of her Mom and began to tenderly kiss her lips while fondling her big jugs.

"Mom, it looks so hot, you and Mark," Kim said between kisses. "I promise you won't regret this. An orgasm feels so different triggered back there."

"God, it's so damn big though," Vivian said as she returned her daughter's kisses and returned the boob fondling favor. "Why couldn't I have picked some nice middle-aged man with a normal dick to fool around with rather than my horse cocked son?" Kim and Mark guffawed at the comment.

"Well, you could always call that delivery driver," Mark kidded his Mom, but stopped laughing as she fixed him with a hard stare, her green eyes glittering.




The Neighborhood Ch. 03



"You know goddamn well that was one time and it will never happen again," Vivian said seriously. Mark held up his hands in mock surrender.

"I was just kidding Mom. Don't get mad."

Vivian softened her face and smiled at her handsome son.

"I know you were Mark. I just want you to realize that you, and you," she said glancing at Kim, "Are all I will ever need."

"But, what about all those other women, Mom?" Kim said. "Aren't you a little jealous of Mark spreading his seed all over town? Ow!" This earned her a smack on her ass from her brother. 

"Who am I to hog all the attention?" Vivian laughed as Mark lay down on his side behind her. "Besides, I don't think I could keep up if he didn't have other outlets!" Mark slid his big hand down his Mom's side and over her curvy hip.

"I'd give them all up for you Mom," he said and Vivian was immediately touched by the seriousness and maturity in his voice. She craned her neck and kissed him furiously, then pulled back and looked deeply into his eyes.

"I know baby. I love you so much."

"I love you too Mom. Now can I get back to fucking your ass?"

Vivian and Kim dissolved into giggles. Mark slotted his hand under his Mom's right leg and cocked and elevated it. Vivian reached back and spread her cheeks wide, giving him a clear target. Mark slotted his lubed tool and began to hunch it back up her guts. Vivian closed her eyes and moaned, Kim licking and sucking her neck and Mark pumping her full of his massive shaft. In no time at all, he was back where he left off. He slowly drew his hips back, then took his Mom's hand and moved it to her elevated leg while he grasped her hips to aid his thrusting. Deliberately he slid back into his Mom and back out, again, then again, each time gaining speed. 

"I could definitely get used to this," Vivian thought, the warm glow again encompassing her. She still could feel every thick inch like a brand in her butt, but it felt good, damn good. She realized now what she had been missing.

"Oh, that feels so good Mark. Keep it up. Fuck my ass," she moaned. This angle was perfect to keep him from inadvertently skewering all ten inches up her butt. The four or five solid inches he was pumping rapidly in and out were more than enough for the horny Mom. For his part, Mark was in butt-fucking heaven. The tight feel of his Mom's ass was like a too small glove around his cock and he loved it. 

Kim could tell from the keening in her Mom's voice that she must be getting close to orgasm. The ever helpful daughter slid down the bed until she was inches from the big pumping cock impaling her Mom's ass. She extended her tongue until it flicked against Vivian's protruding clit and tenderly licked it and sucked it between her lips when the ass fucking pair's motions slowed enough. Vivian reached out with her free hand and encouraged her daughter's licking of her muff.

All too soon, the combined efforts of her kids overwhelmed Vivian and she felt like a switch was thrown deep within her. She twitched and bucked, screaming her way through one of the most intense orgasms she had ever felt. When Mark felt her ass clench even tighter around him, he thrust as deep as he could at this angle and uncorked a huge load into his Mom's rear. Even through the sensory overload she was experiencing, Vivian could feel each wet gush from her son's cock deep in her guts. Mark continued to pump his Mom and slowed as his balls emptied their contents. He could feel the tickle of Kim's nose against his shaft and withdrew from his Mom. Kim, spying her opportunity, immediately gobbled the thick head into her mouth and sucked deeply, drawing out the last drops of Mark's load. She could taste her Mom's funky flavor as well and thought the combination with her brother's salty goodness was yummy, and said as much.

"What a whore," Mark kidded, lying on his side and gasping for air. This was the wrong to say to someone who had your cock in their mouth and Kim bit down slightly, eliciting a squeal from her brother.

"You two," Vivian lazily said, basking in the afterglow of her first buttfuck.

Once they had sufficiently recovered from the session, Vivian marshaled her troops and set them to packing so that they could leave first thing in the morning. Kim and Mark sprang to action, but it was their mother who moved slowest of all. After all, wouldn't you?

By the next morning, the three Jordan's were rested and ready for the long drive to see their family. They had purposely all slept alone, lest desires take over and rob them of sleep.

Mark took the wheel for the first leg, his Mom in the passenger seat of the white BMW 5 series perusing Cosmo, and his sister slouched in the back, texting and listening to her IPod. Their plan was to make it over halfway and stay at a state park for the night. Many years ago they had camped there when dear old Dad was in the picture. This go round they had called ahead and opted for the rustic cabins in the park since none of them relished sleeping on the ground in a tent.

Around noon, they stopped for lunch and switched off drivers, Vivian took the wheel and Mark got in the back with his sister, under the pretext of taking a "nap". Vivian was no fool and adjusted her rearview mirror down and placed a bet with herself as to how long Mark would "nap".

Fifteen minutes later, Vivian's attention was drawn back from a road side antique store whizzing by, to see that Mark's "nap" was over. There, filling the view of her mirror was her son's erect cock, jutting up out of his shorts. She glanced over her shoulder and noticed that Kim was actually taking a nap. Mark was reaching towards Kim's hand resting on her lap, when Vivian hissed at him. 

"Mark! Leave her alone!"

Her son's head jerked up in surprise at being caught and he grinned sheepishly at his mother.

"Aw, gee Mom! What am I supposed to do about this?" He waggled the thick snake at his mother who unselfconsciously licked her full lips at the obscene sight.

"Put it back in there and go to sleep! Can't you wait until tonight?"

"C'mon Mom! Usually by now I've got my rocks off a couple of times! I feel like I'm gonna burst!" Vivian shook her head in amazement at her horny son and briefly considered her options. She could insist on him putting away the lovely pink Popsicle, let him wake up his sister, or...

"Just be quiet until I find a place to stop, ok?"

Mark grinned devilishly.

"Sure thing Mom! I knew I could count on you!"

"What a mother does for her son," Vivian muttered and took the next exit slowly, not wanting to wake up Kim at this point. Her taste buds were already in overdrive at the thought of copping Mark's seed and she didn't want to share if she didn't have to. She spied a big pile of gravel heaped off the road and pulled behind it, out of sight of the interstate and access road. As she gently stopped and placed the car in park, she turned her head to her son.

"Come around to the front..." But Mark was already up and out of the car in a flash and was now standing beside her door and tapping on the shut window with his erect cock, leaving smears of precum on it. Vivian stifled a giggle and engaged the electric window, lowering it.

"You're insufferable," she whispered. "Now I'll have to drive all this way looking at your cum."

"It'll make you think of this cock and how much you love sucking on it, Mom," Mark whispered as his mother reached out and wrapped her tiny fingers around his girth. "And that is definitely not a bad thing as far as I'm concerned!" Vivian clucked her tongue disapprovingly, and then swiped it across his knob, capturing a glob of oozing cream. She sucked it into her mouth and savored the salty mix.

Mark snuck a look back at his sister, who was still sleeping soundly, and then rested his hands on the top of the car and tried to keep an eye out for any cars while enjoying the tender suckling of his Mom's hot, wet mouth.

Vivian trailed her tongue up and down the length of her son's cock, wetting him and setting off a rash of goose bumps on his abs. She giggled, pleased that she was still able to elicit a reaction like that in him, no matter how many times they did this. To her this was a sign of how deeply they felt for each other. She wasn't bullshitting Mark last night when she professed her loyalty to him. He was all she ever wanted in a man. Loving, loyal, devoted and his big cock was just a bonus.

Once she had slathered his pole with her tongue, Vivian dropped her head lower and licked his nut sack. At her and Kim's request, Mark had started shaving his pubic area, leaving only a patch of hair above his pole. She reveled in the satiny smoothness of his balls and drew them tenderly into her mouth, sucking them gently. She inhaled his musky smell and moved her tongue behind his sack, teasing the sensitive area. 

Mark expelled a lungful of air at the feel of his Mom's snake like tongue batting his balls around and teasing him. Vivian brought her mouth back up, her tongue cradling the shaft, until it reached the tip. She then opened her mouth wide and closed it around the wide knob. Her hands came up, one cradling his swaying balls while the other tightly gripped the base of his shaft, and started milking him. Her tongue swirled around the head clogging her mouth and she corkscrewed her head back and forth, working him further into her piping hot orifice. Hot spit surrounded Mark's cock and some leaked out around the seal of her mouth to drip down onto her blouse. "Oh, well, that's what cleaners are for," she thought as she sucked avidly on the huge prick, the drip of his cum steadily basting her taste buds. She had become such a cum slut for her son's big prick.

The dedication of his Mom was getting the better of Mark and he could feel his big balls drawing up against his body. He used to try and hold out as long as he could, but with a Mom like this and a sister like that, ready and willing to satisfy his every desire, why bother? With a barely stifled roar, that still shocked a flock of birds into flight from a nearby tree; he began to squirt long, thick streams of cum into his Mom's sucking mouth. 

Vivian groaned as she tasted and felt the first jet of Mark's load on her tongue. She drew back and held just the tip in her mouth, her hands wringing his pleasure from him. After leaving a Junior League meeting recently and realizing the stain on her collar was not salad dressing, she had learned to take his output without ruining what she was currently wearing. Her every horny son was liable to request a blowjob at anytime and she couldn't be running around town like some Bukkake actress!

Spurt after hot spurt filled Vivian's mouth and she swallowed rapidly to keep up with the jets, her throat working overtime. She loved the slimy feel of his juice sliding down her throat and thrilled at the warm feel in her tummy. With a shudder, Mark was finished and withdrew. Vivian licked her lips, capturing a stray glob and looked up at her son.

"Thanks Mom," Mark whispered.

"Yeah, thanks Mom!" Kim said sarcastically from the back. "You better watch it, snacking so soon after lunch. Mark's not going to want to fuck a fatty!"

Vivian swiped her hand back into the back seat as Kim drew her legs out of range and giggled. Mark joined in the laughing at the sight of their Mom's futile attempts to hit his sister.

"No worries, Kim, that's pure protein, no carbs there!"

It was Mark's turn to dance back as Vivian swung at him, a sheepish grin playing across her glossy lips.

"Get in the car wise ass or we'll never make it on time!"

By nightfall, Kim was at the wheel and they were pulling into the park's front entrance. Mark was slouched in the backseat, while Vivian rode up front. Kim pulled up and stopped at the drive-through entrance. The window slid back and a young man in his twenties, clean cut and earnest looking, poked his head out.

Welcome folks! Are ya 'll staying the n....??" His voice trailed off as he looked down into the car and was greeted by the sight of Kim's impossibly deep cleavage. She was actually wearing a bra today, for once, but this only served to lift and cram together her big, firm 36Ds, putting them even more on display. With the chill from the car's air conditioner, her nipples were in full relief, spearing through the bra and thin T-shirt.

As the awkward silence stretched out, and the park ranger's face reddened, Vivian felt obliged to lean over, but this only exacerbated the situation, as her blouse gaped open as well, exposing her fullness to the suddenly horny outdoorsman. When she noticed his eyes flick over and lock between her tits, Vivian blushed and withdrew, clasping her blouse shut. She'd meant to rescue the young man from the embarrassing situation, not make the situation worse.

Kim turned in her seat and rested her elbows on the window sill, propping her huge tits on her forearms. The kid's eyes bugged and his mouth started opening and closing like a fish out of water.

"Night? Yes, yes we are. The name is Jordan," Kim breathily said, overplaying the deepness of her voice. "What's your name?"

"J-j-j-josh."

"Well, J-j-j-josh, you should have a reservation for us," Kim said, when he finally jerked his eyes away from her boobs and looked at her smiling blue eyes. 

"Oh! Yes ma'am, yes we do," the young man stammered as he handed her a clipboard with a form to fill out and rushed over to retrieve a key dangling from a hook. "You are in cabin 4. Right down this road, second right." Josh used the form's distraction on Kim to stare open mouthed at her glorious globes, lifting and falling with each breath. "One night, right?"

"That's right, Ranger Josh. Just one night," Kim said, handing back the clipboard, along with her Mom's credit card. "Hardly enough time to see the sights. How is the scenery this year?"

"Huge," Josh muttered, then rushed to cover his faux pas. "Er, huge trees! Lots of animals!"

"I'm sure it's lovely," Kim giggled. "Well, just showers and bed for us tonight. Early day tomorrow and all." Kim rolled up the window and pulled away.

"Kim! You're awful!" her mother admonished, as Kim and Mark laughed.

"No knothole on any tree will be safe tonight from Ranger Josh," Mark commented.

Ranger Josh couldn't close up the station quick enough after the Jordan's had pulled through. While it was a little early, he couldn't pass up the chance to get another glimpse at the two hotties, internship be damned! The front of his short hiking pants stretched uncomfortably over the pup tent he had pitched as he hurried towards cabin 4.

As he got within sight, he stopped, wondering what pretext he could use for disturbing the family. According to the filled out form, it was a mother and her kids and he didn't think that a "just checking on you" would fly with the mom. She had obviously seen him staring at her daughter's big tits and probably noticed him checking her out as well.

"What a fucking boy scout," he thought. Though it was true that he was a former one in fact, the scout code of conduct didn't address peeping in windows. As he mulled over his dilemma, the screen door to the cabin opened and Josh jumped behind a tree. 

He peered around the trunk to see Vivian stroll down the trail towards the showers. "Here was his chance!" he thought. He wouldn't have to peep in the cabin, he knew of a small window on the side of the bathrooms he could use to spy on the MILF! When the door of the bathroom closed behind the busty mom, Josh silently sneaked over and squatted under the open window, behind a small bush, just to the side of the entrance. He waited, his pulse racing and his erection straining, until he heard the water start running. He slowly stood and peered over the sill.

Jackpot!

Vivian's back was to the salivating college student as she soaked in the spray of the shower in the large open stall. She was exquisite! Curvy hips rounded her tiny frame and if he put his head to the edge of the window, he could see the full curve of her right boob. Josh reached down and began rubbing the length of his rock hard erection through his pants. He could already feel a damp spot where he was steadily leaking precum. He hoped to store up enough batch material for later before his boldness deserted him.

When the sexy mom turned and leaned her head back under the shower, Josh's mouth dropped open. Her tits were huge, but so firm, their gravity defying shapes wobbling back and forth as she ran her fingers through her hair. They were easily the biggest tits he had ever seen in real life! While not a virgin (Florence Richmond had seen to that on prom night two years ago), his experience with women was mostly limited to old copies of his Dad's Playboys he had appropriated.

He tore his gaze away from the big softballs and was shocked at the sight of Vivian's barely there bush. The women he had seen in the old photos had much hairier muffs, she must... Josh heard the cabin's screen door slam behind him and dropped down. He pressed himself tight against the wall, pulse racing, certain he was about to be discovered. When no hand grabbed his collar and he heard the bathroom door open and shut beside him, he breathed a long sigh of relief and laughed giddily to himself. Now the daughter would be in there! He waited another moment or two and eased back up, peering in, eager to get a glimpse of the daughter's obviously big tits.

When the son walked in, a thick slab of cock dangling between his lean legs, all the blood drained from Josh's brain, making him light headed. What the hell?!

"Mark! What are you doing?" Vivian squealed, reflexively covering her big soapy tits with one arm and hiding her sex with the other hand.

"Ooooh, he's going to get it now!" Josh thought to himself. "He didn't realize the men's was on the back side." Josh's eyes were glued to the scene, waiting for the fireworks to start.

"There wasn't any hot water on my side, Mom, sorry," Mark said. Josh missed the grin he flashed at his mother, thinking, "I checked that water heater this week! What's he up to?" He was shocked when the mother dropped her hands and casually resumed her shower.

"Yeah, right. You're gonna get busted and get us kicked out of here," Vivian said bending at the waist to wash her supple calves. 

Josh's eyes flew even wider open at the non-obstructed view of the woman's pink gash. The conscientious part of him thought, "I couldn't kick someone out for refusing to shower in cold water!" Then he noticed the son lean over and gaze openly at his mother's pussy from behind. "Now that kind of behavior might get you kicked out," he thought and then was further shocked when Mark stepped closer to his Mom and start stroking his cock!

Vivian cocked an eye at Mark and then looked over her shoulder at the open window, where Josh stood. For a second, he held his breath, certain he'd been seen, but then she looked back at her son and the bottom dropped out of the ranger's world when she leaned forward and rested her hands on the tiled wall.

"Just make it quick, alright?"

Josh stifled the groan of lust into his clenched fist and watched as Mark stepped behind his Mom and began to tease his stiffening cock up and down her exposed cunt! Never in his wildest imagination had he envisioned this sight! Throwing caution to the wind, he reached down and fumbled with his zipper, finally pulling it down, allowing his rigid pole to thrust into the open air. He grasped it and began to pet his dolphin.

Slowly Mark was able to tease the moisture from his Mom's hole that the shower had been washing away. Her wetness slicked his cockhead and he braced his legs behind his Mom and smoothly slid halfway in. Vivian grunted and pushed back against him. He pulled almost all the way out and swiftly sunk himself back in to the hilt. The impact set off a jiggling across Vivian's dangling rack and Mark leaned forward, filling his hands with his Mom's swaying boobs. Vivian pulled a hand off the wall and covered her own mouth, muffling her loud moans as her son began to piston his big cock rapidly in and out of her wet box.




The Neighborhood Ch. 03



Chapter 3: The family next door does more than swing

Copyright 2012 by A. Van Peebles, All Rights Reserved

JENNIFER'S STORY

I was at a loss as to what to do. The next morning I told the kids to get their own breakfast; I couldn't face them across the breakfast table. I couldn't trust what I might say. I was so confused. I knew it was wrong, but the idea of my children fucking each other turned me on.

Then I hit on the idea of talking to Lisa. First, even though I hadn't known her for long, I felt I could trust her. Second, she had kids the same age, and third, she was so much more experienced than I when it came to sexual matters. She probably wouldn't know what to do either, but just talking the problem out with her would help me figure things out. So at nine-thirty I walked back over to the Giamattis. Lisa answered the door, smiling when she saw it was me.

"Lisa, I've got a parenting slash sex problem I need to talk out with you. Do you mind if I share some really personal stuff, and can I trust you to be very discreet?"

"You know you can. James is at work. Matt's off to the beach with friends. And Rachel is out by the pool. We're alone." We went into the kitchen and Lisa poured us coffee.

"When I came home last night, I discovered Chris and Emily having sex with each other." Lisa nodded almost imperceptibly, as if she knew. "You don't look surprised."

"Yeah ... I saw them having oral sex out by your pool the other day. I wasn't sure how to bring it up to you. What did you say to them?"

"Nothing. I just shut the door. They didn't even notice that I'd seen them. I was so confused I didn't know what to say."

"Why confused?"

"This is embarrassing, but maybe it's because of all that happened last night, but when I saw them, I got excited. I couldn't trust what I might say."

"Are you still excited by the idea?" Lisa's question was impassive. I couldn't read any motivation behind it.

"To be honest, yes. I know it's wrong, but..."

"Don't beat yourself up. You had an understandable reaction given the state you were in. We got you awful excited last night, and you were having lots of new sexual thoughts and experiences," she said rather clinically, but then she added, "besides, your kids are kind of sexy."

"You think so?" I responded, somewhat shocked at the change in her tone.

"Absolutely. Chris is a total studmuffin. And Emily is beautiful young woman, who I'm sure charms all the boys at school. They're young and beautiful. You wouldn't be the first parent to have lustful thoughts about their kids. To be honest, I've had them myself about Matt and Rachel."

"Really?"

"Really," Lisa assured me. "Do you think you want to act on those thoughts?"

"I want to, but I know I shouldn't."

There was an uncomfortable silence, and visions of Lisa calling the police and me ending up in jail flashed through my brain before Lisa spoke again.

"You've trusted me with a big secret. Can I trust you with a bigger one?" she finally said.

"Yes. You can tell me anything."

"I have acted on those thoughts."

I was stunned. "You mean..."

"Yes, both James and I have sex with Matt and Rachel. Does it shock you?"

"Of course..."

"And I gather that it excites you?"

"Yes," I found myself blurting out.

LISA'S STORY

I'd said it. We were past the point of no return, so I told Jennifer everything. I told her that about a year ago Matt had broken his leg, and since he couldn't bathe properly with the cast, I had started giving him sponge baths. He was embarrassed of course. No eighteen-year-old boy wants to be naked in front of his mother. Of course I washed his back and hair, but let him wash his private parts himself. 

Then one day, while I washed his hair, I noticed that he had an erection. I don't know if he'd had them the other days; I had avoided looking down there out of concern for his privacy. He had a very nice cock, just like his father, only a bit smaller. It stood out proudly from the thick tuft of hair above it. I asked him, "Would you like me to take care of that for you?" I don't know why I said it. I didn't even think about it before the words escaped my mouth.

Matt spluttered and said he didn't know what I was talking about. 

"It's natural that you got excited," I continued. "Getting your hair washed by a woman is kind of sexy, even if it's just your mom. Would you like me to relieve you, or will you do it yourself later?

"Uh, I guess it'd be okay if you did it."

With that I reached out and gave him a handjob. I think it only took about four strokes for him to come. 

I finished cleaning him up, and it became part of our daily routine. I'd give him his sponge bath, cleaning his cock and balls myself now—I mean there was no more need to feign privacy after I'd jerked him off—and then I would finish him off by hand. I started making the washing into a game, trying to see how excited I could get him. I took to undressing before his sponge bath, wearing only a bathrobe on the pretense that I didn't want to get my clothes wet. I'd do things like rub my breasts against his back as I washed him, or breathe heavily on the back of his neck and ears.

Then one day, shortly before the cast was to come off, instead of giving him a handjob, I took him into my mouth. He'd never had a blowjob before and, although he was getting better at lasting longer with all the handjob practice, he came pretty quickly. His cum was sweet tasting.

Then the cast came off. I thought it was over and that I'd have a little talk with him about how what we'd been doing was fun, but it was something that shouldn't continue. But that night Matt came into my bedroom.

"Mom, I know I don't really need help bathing anymore, but would you mind helping me again tonight?"

I couldn't refuse him, or my own desires. I told him to go into my shower and I'd be there in a minute. Thankful that James was away on a sales trip, I undressed and I heard Matt start to run the shower, then, naked, I went into the bathroom to join him.

I let him soap me up and rinse me off. It was the first time he'd touched a naked female body. He was rock hard throughout. He spent an inordinate amount of time fondling my breasts, then, because I didn't think he would do it by himself, I grabbed his right hand and guided it down to my pussy and let my son grope me. After a few moments, I told James we should go into the bedroom. So I turned off the shower and we dried off. Then I took his hand and led him to my bed. 

We lay down and I started kissing him. This was something that he had some experience with, and he wasn't a bad kisser. He was very tentative with his hands, unsure if he could touch me. So I told him to touch me all he wanted, and to show the way I reached out and grabbed that lovely cock of his. We just rolled around and played with each other that night. I let him explore my body, and I explained to him the various parts of my pussy and what I liked to have done to them. I finished him off with a blowjob and sent him to his own bed.

The next night I introduced my son to the art of giving a woman head. He was more enthusiastic than skilled, but he steadily improved as I guided him in what I liked.

The next day James came home, and that put a stop to Matt's and my playtime for two whole weeks. It drove Matt crazy, and I was unsure if what we were doing was right. First, as you can tell I'm really open about sex. A lot of what I was doing with Matt was a kind of sex education. I was guiding him in exploration of the female body and demystifying sex. It would make him a more considerate and responsible lover. But I wasn't sure that I should let it go any further than handjobs and head. 

The other problem was my relationship with James. We have an open marriage, but that's based on honesty. James knows about every person I sleep with. In fact, he's there most of the time. I really don't pick up guys or girls on my own. There are few long-time partners and couples that I fuck without James being present, but for the most part when he's on the road, I stick to masturbation. This was different. First, I wasn't telling him about it. And second, it was our son. Not only did he have a right to know as my husband, he had a right as a parent. But I kept my mouth shut. Oh, and James and I had the most fantastic sex when he came home. All that playing with Matt got me really hyped up.

Then James was off on another sales trip, and that night Matt showed up for bath time again. We did our usual rolling around. Matt came twice. I got awfully wet, but Matt still hadn't gotten the knack of making me come. Don't get me wrong, Matt got me very hot, but he wasn't skilled enough to bring me off. But he was a quick study and it wouldn't be long before he would be nearly as good as his father. As usual, when we were done I sent my son off to bed. While I dearly would have loved to curl up and sleep with him, I was already starting to formulate boundaries. I wanted to keep our playtime limited to the physical. I wanted our emotional bond to be a normal mother-son one, and I was afraid that certain types of intimacy would encourage the wrong types of feelings.

Since I don't like sleeping on a wet spot, I changed the sheets and was settling down to bed when there was a knock at my door. It opened and I heard Rachel's voice.

"Mom, can I come in."

"Yes, of course dear. What do you want?"

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

I looked at my daughter, standing there in her nightgown. Despite being twins, my two kids really look nothing alike. Matt takes after his father in every respect, tall and lean, but Rachel was the odd one out in the family. She resembled no one else; I suppose she inherited every recessive gene in James and my arsenals. She had my nose and chin, but she had big, doe-eyes that no one else in the family had. And even at eighteen she was curvier and had bigger hips than I did. Her coloring was dark, also unlike either James or me. She was cute and cuddly and even though she was too old to be sleeping in her parents' bed, I couldn't refuse her.

"Is there anything wrong?"

"No. I just don't want to be alone tonight."

"Okay, hop in." I was glad I had changed the sheets.

I thought we had settled down to sleep when Rachel spoke, "I know what you and Matt have been doing."

A chill ran down my back, and I started to sweat. "What do you mean, honey?"

"I've been watching you and Matt. It's okay, I'm not going to say anything to Dad or anyone."

I breathed a sigh of relief, but knew I was not in clear yet. Rachel was young and innocent, but she was smart and methodical. She rarely acted on the spur of the moment, and the moment she said that she wasn't going to tell, I knew that she had planned this encounter out. She was the exact opposite of her twin brother, who was all impulse and was terminally oblivious to the consequences of his actions.

"Okay, Rachel. I know you too well. What do you want?"

"I don't know how to masturbate. Can you show me like you've been showing Matt?"

"Oh, honey, of course." This was something I was happy to do for her. Had she asked a few months ago, I would have limited my instruction to just telling her how, but I'd already broken that barrier with Matt, so a little hands-on instruction couldn't hurt. "Have you tried?"

"Sort of, but I'm afraid of hurting myself."

I turned on the light and climbed out of bed. "Okay, take off your nightgown. Get naked," I told her as I shed my own nightgown. Rachel stared wide-eyed at my body and then got of bed and tentatively took off her nightgown. I had never appreciated it before, but Rachel was rather stunning. I'm tall and rather lanky, but Rachel is short and all about curves. Her breasts were big for her age, and quite a round and impressive rack that she had not inherited from me—mine are surgically enhanced; James likes big boobs, so they were a Christmas present for him one year. She had an hourglass figure, with wide hips and nice, round butt.

I sat back down on the bed, with my back to the headboard, and spread my legs. I told her to lie down between my legs and began to show her my pussy. It was easier than having her try to see her own in a mirror. I explained the various parts and told her that hers would look somewhat different, but all the parts would be there. I explained where I liked to be touched and how, telling her that what she liked would probably be a little different, but that she should start doing the things that I liked and experiment from there. Rachel, ever the student, peppered me with questions. Like should she insert something? I told her not at first, just to rub herself until she got used to bringing herself to orgasm. And when she was ready, I'd get her a dildo, but she should make sure that she was properly wet before inserting anything, even her fingers. I also told her that the first time she did, she would probably bleed, and that was okay; it wasn't anything to worry about. Penetration probably wouldn't be pleasant the first time or two, but she would grow to really enjoy it if she kept at it, although she, like most women, would probably need external clitoral stimulation to cum. But I told her that sex is fun even if it doesn't lead to orgasm, as my recent playtimes with Matt had reminded me.

"Mom, can I touch you?"

"Of course, dear. See what it's like; then compare it to yours. And then we'll both masturbate together. Is that okay?"

Rachel nodded and tentatively reached out and parted the folds of my outer lips. "Does it feel good to have it licked?"

"Oh yes. That's so much better than your fingers."

Rachel, who never acted on impulse, did. Either that or she was playing a really deep game; I've never been sure which. She just pushed her face forward and began licking my labia. I was stunned, but just let her continue. When I was showing her my pussy I had told her that it was usually best to avoid the clit at first, working your way up to it, but now I told her that I was already pretty far advanced from my earlier bout with Matt, and that she should just go for it. She took my clit in her mouth and began sucking. She was a either a natural or she knew more about getting woman off than she had let on.

"Rachel, do you really need instruction in masturbation or do you already know how and this was just a ploy to lick my pussy?"

"Sorry," she said looking up from my crotch and smiling, her lips and chin glistening. "I got carried away. I really do want to learn."

"Okay, why don't we both masturbate together, as planned? And then we can advance to giving head. Does that sound good to you?"

"Oh, yes."

"All right. I'll do the things I like to myself. You watch and try them out on yourself."

"Okay, Mom."

I reached down and gently parted my labia with a finger. I was already wet. I watched as Rachel did the same. Then I closed my eyes and went into the routine that normally worked best for me. I rubbed and gently tugged at my pussy lips, and then started making circular motions on my clit. Every now and then I'd alternate rubbing side by side or up and down to give it some variety. As I felt my orgasm build, I went faster and faster until I couldn't go any more. That's when I exploded in an orgasm that had been working its way up since my shower with Matt earlier that evening.

When I opened my eyes I saw that Rachel was still working furiously at herself. She had buried her mouth in my thigh to keep from screaming, and then she started to convulse as her first-ever orgasm rocked her.

I scooped her up into my arms and started kissing her deeply. We held each other until I noticed she was drifting off to sleep, so I sent her off to her own bed.

James returned the next day—this was a short trip—and I decided to tell him. It was the incident with Rachel that provided the opening. I told him that Rachel had some questions about sex, her body, and masturbation, and that instead of simply giving her "the talk," I had demonstrated for her. I asked James if he thought that was okay, or if I had gone too far. James thought that it was probably okay and made a crack about wishing he'd been there to watch. I then asked whether we should do the same for Matt, and whether he might be able to demystify the penis for Rachel. He was cautious, unsure, but that might also be okay if we did it right, but he was concerned whether the kids, especially Matt, were emotionally mature enough to handle it right.

Then I dropped the bomb and told him what Matt and I had been doing. He said he wasn't sure, and would have to think about it. I hate James for that. When he gets upset he just shuts down and I can't read his emotions. We let the conversation drop. And I was in torment wondering what was going on in his head.

A few hours later James sat down with me and said he had talked with Matt. He said he was pissed off that I hadn't been honest, but that he'd get over that, and that he had been concerned that Matt would be taking our playtime the wrong way, but that the talk convinced him that Matt wasn't scarred from it and that, with the proper rules around what we did, it could be a healthy introduction to sex for the kids.

So we all sat down as a family and talked it out. We told them about our open marriage; Matt's eyes opened wide. He had no idea that his parents were kinky. The corners of Rachel's mouth curved up in slight smile when we told them; I suspect that she had already figured out our alternative lifestyle. And we said they were old enough to enter into the swinging lifestyle. (More shock and delight from Matt at this news.) The same rules that applied to swinging applied to our playtime. They could say "no" at any time and we would still love them and we wouldn't be offended. They were free to say no to a specific act, or to opt out of our playtimes altogether. That was fine with us. In fact, they shouldn't do anything they weren't comfortable with. Sex between us would be purely recreational and educational, and it wouldn't change our love for them as their parents. 

We told them that they could play with each other, if both wanted to, but that neither should ever pressure the other and to always take "no" for an answer. Matt and Rachel exchanged glances and raised eyebrows at this; I don't think the possibility that they might have sex with each other had even entered their minds. We were a bit worried about Matt pressuring Rachel into doing things she didn't want to; but we needed have been. As we discovered, Rachel was fierce about not letting anything happen that she didn't want to. Matt, on the other hand, might act impulsively and be horny as all hell, but he was easily daunted by his sister. Besides, he is a basically sweet boy and wouldn't intentionally push it too far. 

We also said that they should date others of the same age. Family playtime was a supplement to dating, not a replacement. Hopefully, they could be more responsible in choosing when and with whom to have sex. With all that said, we set our first Giamatti family playtime for that evening.

RACHEL'S STORY

I've never been a daddy's girl. I lot of my friends are, but I'm not. Don't get me wrong; I love my dad, but he's always been there for me, so I guess that I've never felt a need to seek his approval. Mom, on the other hand, has always been more emotionally distant. She loves me; I know that, but I don't think Mom ever figured out how to deal with me. So it's always her approval I've tried to get. It's probably because we're so alike. She says that we're so different, and physically that's true; I don't look like anyone in my family; strangers sometimes think I was adopted. But psychologically Mom and I are like two peas in a pod. We're both super organized, and we're always thinking ahead, seeing every angle, planning every contingency. Which is why this family-sex thing is so weird. It should never have happened because we both had to be impulsive for all this to happen, which is something neither of us ever are. She impulsively started playing with Matt when he broke his leg, and I impulsively went into her bedroom that night. 




The Neighborhood Ch. 03



Mom says that she thinks I had it all planned out that night, but I didn't. I used to be so confused about sex. I knew I wanted to have sex. I burned I wanted it so badly. But none of the guys in school interested me. I mean some of them were cute, well a lot of them were cute, but they just didn't do it for me. Some of my girlfriends on the other hand... Let's just say I was very confused back then.

When I said I was confused, it's not that I didn't know about sex. Mom and Dad have always been open about sex with us and made sure we had all the "age appropriate" information. But information isn't the same thing as experience, and I had no idea what I was doing. It was so frustrating. Matt just happily blundered into everything. He was kissing girls in the sixth grade. But I don't work like that. I need to know what I'm doing or I just freeze up. And when it came to sex I froze on the outside, while I burned inside. 

That's why I went into Mom's bedroom that night. I knew that I needed to learn about sex, and when I discovered that Mom was playing around with Matt, I knew I needed the same thing. I didn't think about the consequences, which could have been really bad. 

The next afternoon I figured out Mom had told Dad. Matt was totally freaked out about something, and I figured that Dad had found out. But I was really surprised when Mom and Dad called a family meeting and told us about their plan. They admitted they were swingers, which was a surprise to Matt—sometimes Matt can be so dense—but I'd figured that out a long time before. Mom had a lot of rules for us; that's so like her. But I was really psyched. I'd really gotten off (literally) on the other night with her, and I wanted to learn more. Mom was so sexy, but I wanted to know about guys. Maybe if I knew more and weren't so scared, I'd be more attracted to them. Of course, that wasn't why I wasn't really attracted to them, but I didn't know that then.

So at eight o'clock Matt and I showed up at Mom and Dad's bedroom door, showered and ready for we didn't quite know what. I just remember being in a daze that afternoon between the meeting and playtime. It was like being a little kid again on Christmas Eve, the tortured anticipation of cool stuff to come. I stood by the door to my bedroom for about fifteen minutes before we were supposed to go into our parents' room. I think Matt had been waiting just as long because we came out of our bedrooms at the same time. We'd both been watching the clock.

Matt was naked. I wore a bathrobe. I hadn't seen Matt naked in a long time. He had a nice bod. And he also had a hard-on, the first one I'd ever seen. I couldn't help staring at it. It seemed so big. I now know that Matt is average sized, but that evening it looked intimidating to me.

Mom and Dad's bedroom door was open and we went in. Mom was lying on the bed. She was in a bathrobe too. Dad was standing next to the bed. He was naked, like Matt, with a semi-erect cock that looked absolutely huge to me. My eyes just fixed on it and didn't move. How was that supposed to fit in a pussy?

Mom immediately started choreographing us. She called Matt over and told him to lie on the bed with her. She told me to kneel down in front of Dad so that I could see his cock close up. She announced that we would explore each others' bodies for a while, and then Matt and I could watch the two of them fuck.

Dad was a little less businesslike. He smiled and motioned me over to him. He told me not to worry, that I was in control and nothing would happen that I didn't want. He then asked me if I wanted to get a closer look at his cock. He didn't need to ask twice; I dropped to my knees.

It was funny looking and I didn't know how guys managed to walk with things like that between their legs—but I guess guys probably think the same thing about breasts. It hung down at a forty-five degree angle and was a lot thicker than Matt's, but it didn't look much longer; I didn't yet realize that it would get longer when fully erect. Dad had less pubic hair than Matt, and I thought that seemed a bit weird until I realized that he'd trimmed his. Dad was circumcised, and the purple head really stood out. 

Dad said that I could touch it, and I reached out and took it in one hand. It jumped, like it had a mind of its own. I felt it harden in my hand; it was really cool to see it respond to my touch. I lifted it up to see the underside, and I could see his balls hanging there. They looked even stranger. I'd seen pictures of dicks and balls before, of course, but seeing one in real life is very different. Dad told me to stroke it, if I wanted, and I obliged. It grew even bigger and firmer. 

Now that I had explored it, it was no longer so intimidating. It was still weird looking and I didn't especially find it so attractive—some of my girlfriends raved about how sexy cocks were, as if they had ever really seen one. Dad's cock was kind of neat, but not especially attractive in my opinion. It also seemed a bit smaller now. Of course, it was actually bigger now that I had been fondling it, but as it became familiar it didn't seem so big. I realized that I could get most it in my mouth without a problem, and might be able to get all of it, although that might make me gag.

"Daddy, can I lick it?"

"Yes, please."

I leaned in and took a lick from the underside up over the glans. Dad smelled nice, like Dad, and he tasted kind of good too. I stuck the head in my mouth and ran my tongue around it.

"Don't take too in too much at once," Dad said. "You don't want to gag. You don't need to take the whole thing in your mouth. Take only what your comfortable with. It still feels good. And you can lick it from the outside too."

I plunged down and took most of Dad's cock in my mouth. I really could get most of it in without gagging. (I've since learned to deep throat the whole thing, but that took some practice.) I bobbed my mouth up and down for a while on Dad's cock. It was fun.

I let it slip out of my mouth and looked up at Dad. He was smiling down at me. That was really a nice feeling to give him pleasure. I glanced over at Mom and Matt. Mom was watching us, also smiling. Matt was sucking on one of her breasts.

"Rachel, bring your father over here and I'll show you how to really give him head," she said. So Dad and I went over to the bed. Dad lay down, and I lay down between his legs. Mom positioned Matt next to him so she was in the same position.

"Different men like different things," Mom told me. "But the underside and glans are sensitive on all of them. If you want to keep them aroused, but not coming, concentrate on the upper side of the shaft. She demonstrated with Matt, and I followed suit. She also said that having the balls played with felt good, but you had to be careful not to squeeze them. You could be rougher on the penis, and that the skin between the balls and the asshole was really sensitive, and that just touching there on most guys at the right moment could almost guarantee that they would come. I lifted up Dad's cock, cupped his balls with my other hand, and sucked one of them into my mouth. It was muskier down underneath. I didn't really like it, but it was tolerable.

"Now there is a secret that a lot of women don't know," said Mom. "Some men, including your father and your brother, as I've discovered, like you to use your teeth. Now, don't bite. You don't want to hurt them or cause any damage, but rub the side of your teeth against the underside. You can also very gently apply pressure or nip with the edges. The combination of pain and pleasure really sends them over the edge. Again, she demonstrated with Matt and I did the same with Dad.

We both then settled in and gave our men blowjobs for a steady five minutes. Then Mom tapped my arm and I watched as she popped Matt's cock out of her mouth, gave it one or two strokes and he came. White semen just erupted out of it, and Mom lapped most of it up.

"It's an acquired taste, so you may not like it," Mom said. "Would you like to try it?" She indicated a glop of semen on Matt's leg. 

I scooped it up with my finger and smelled it. It was musky and smelled kind of good. I stuck my finger in my mouth, and ugh! It tasted salty and that was okay, but the consistency was really gross. It was like eating raw egg. But I figured I could get used to it.

Mom saw my face and said, "That's okay. You may grow to like it or not. It's good if you can at least tolerate it, because if you can keep sucking as he comes, his orgasm is a lot better than if you stop right when he starts to come."

I started to go back to Dad's cock, but he stopped me.

"I want to see my little girl's body."

We switched places, and Dad leaned over me and gave me a kiss. It's weird, but the first people I kissed, I'm not talking friendly kisses here, were my Mom and my Dad. I'd kissed Mom the other night, and here I was kissing Dad, my first guy. It was nice.  

Then Dad moved down and cupped my breasts. He commented on how big they'd gotten, and then started sucking. Omigod! It felt so good. That's when I discovered that my nipples were really sensitive. When his tongue touched them, it was amazing.

He sucked and fondled my breasts for a few minutes, then started a trail of kisses down my torso. He spread my legs and put his hands to either side of my pussy lips. Then he started massaging them back and forth, pushing them together and then pulling them apart. It felt really good. He ran a finger along the inside of my lips; that made me shiver. Then he started kissing my inner thighs, and then planted one on my clit. Then he put his tongue between my lips and started licking around the outer folds of my vagina. When he was licking near the top, my clit got indirect stimulation, and that felt really good. When he wasn't, I still felt good, but the anticipation of his returning to the area around my clit was unbearable.

Then he used his fingers to part my lips again and force the bud of my clit to pop out. He started licking it directly and I was in ecstasy. I just leaned back and closed my eyes.

Then I felt two tongues on my breasts. Mom and Matt were sucking away as Dad attended to me down below. It was heaven.

I don't know how long they pleasured me, but it must have been a while. I could feel the orgasm slowly build. It just didn't come fast enough, but eventually the waves overtopped the levy and I started convulsing and thrashing about. I have really violent orgasms. It takes me a while to get there, but when I do, I really come.

Suddenly my clit and nipples were too sensitive. I couldn't stand being touched there. So I shook off my three pleasure-givers and just curled up in a ball and sobbed and shook and laughed. When I opened my eyes, Mom was holding me and smiling. She leaned in and kissed me, deeply and passionately. I returned the kiss.

"Wow, Sis. That was quite a show," said Matt.

"Okay, would you two kids like to see your father fuck me?" asked Mom.

Mom took Dad's cock in her mouth and got him fully hard again. When he was ready she had me lie down underneath her in a sixty-nine so I could get a good view, Matt was lying to one side, and Dad entered her from behind.

I just looked up and watched Dad thrust his cock in and out of Mom's pussy. Then I raised my head and licked her clit. I went back and forth between her clit and licking Dad's shaft as he went in and out. Mom made some attempts at licking my pussy, but with Dad's thrusting she really couldn't do it consistently. Matt must have noticed, because he reached out and started rubbing my pussy with his hand. I reached over and started stroking his Matt's cock, which was hard again, as I continued my licking.

After a bit Mom and Dad switched to missionary. Matt and I sat next to each other at the head of the bed, our hands buried in each other's crotches as Mom and Dad kept going at it. 

Matt leaned over and kissed me, and soon the two of us were lying next to our parents, completely lost in necking and fondling one another. After a few minutes, Matt exploded in my hand, and I came again a few moments later. The second wasn't nearly as intense as the first time, but it was very nice. Mom and Dad had finished up too. Dad was still inside her, and they lay there kissing. That was a nice feeling, Matt and I holding each other and the two of us watching our parents kissing.

MATT'S STORY

That first night with the family was fantastic, but it wasn't the last. We kept playing around. It's not like it became a routine, because it was always different. Sometimes it would be all of us. Sometimes just Mom and me. Rachel played around with both Mom and Dad. And of course Rachel and I fooled around all the time, until she told me to knock it the fuck off. Then we fooled around less often.

RACHEL'S STORY

Now don't get me wrong, I enjoyed playing around with Matt. He's a lot of fun, and he was getting pretty good at pleasuring me. But he got it into his head that I was a substitute for him jerking off. And he jerked off all the time. At least twice a day. That's way too fucking much. So I told him to go whack off by himself, that I wasn't his personal cum disposal. We still played around, but only about twice a week after that. Which was much better.

MATT'S STORY

Once even when we were all together and Mom and Rachel were going at it in a sixty-nine and Dad and I were just watching, Dad reached over and started stroking me. Then he took my hand and put it on his cock, so I started stroking him too. There we were, jerking each other off, while Mom and Rachel ate each other out. Then Dad started going down on me. He was pretty good at it too. I wondered whether I should do the same, whether I'd be gay or something, then I thought, "fuck it," and the two of us rolled over into a sixty-nine too. Mom and Rachel stopped and just watched us. Mom said it really turned her on to see that. I popped my load, and Dad swallowed all of it. When it came time for him to cum, I gagged a little. I couldn't swallow it. But I've since learned too. I asked Dad if that was kind of gay, and he said who the fuck cared. He said that really preferred women, but sometimes he got it on with other guys at swinger parties, but usually not since most swinger couples didn't go in for guy-on-guy shit.

Another time, when it was just me and Mom fooling around, she asked if I wanted a rimjob. She flipped me over, and started sticking her tongue in my asshole and licking all around it. Christ! That felt really good. I nearly came right there. Later on, I gave a rimjob to Rachel. She said it felt kind of good, but wasn't all that special for her. But she said she would give me rimjobs when I wanted, so long as I was clean. So that became a standard part of our repertoire. She would lick out my ass, and I'd do the same for her—she didn't really get off on it, but I really liked doing it, so she let me. That's something Mom and Dad taught us, to do stuff for our partners that we really weren't into, so long as they got pleasure from it.

Then one day, after we'd been playing around for about seven months and just before Rachel and my nineteenth birthday, all four of us were fooling around and Mom just flat out asked Rachel if she wanted Dad to fuck her. Up to that point, it had just been hands and tongues. Rachel looked a little scared, but she nodded yes.

Mom sat up against the headboard and had Rachel lie with her head in her lap. Dad positioned himself in the missionary position and started rubbing the head of his dick against Rachel's pussy. Dad and I played around like that a lot with Rachel, rubbing our dicks against her pussy, but we never entered her. Rachel really liked the feel of a dick against her clit, and we enjoyed it too. But this time Dad started slowly pushing the head of his dick into Rachel's pussy. He got part way in, but then he couldn't get any further in. Rachel was grimacing and then she gave a little yelp and Dad slid in. He started stroking in and out, while Mom rubbed her forehead. Rachel didn't seem to be enjoying it all that much at first, but then she started to get into it. She closed her eyes and started thrusting back to match Dad. Mom reached down and started rubbing her clit, and pretty soon Rachel was coming. Dad came soon after. When they finished, there was a little blood on the sheet, but not all that much.

RACHEL'S STORY

Dad took my virginity. Out of the blue, Mom asked I wanted him to. I'd been wanting to do it for a while. I was curious and a little scared, so I'm glad it was Dad; he was very tender. Mom had me lay on her lap, and Dad entered me. He used lots of lube, but he just couldn't get past my hymen. Then he broke it, and that hurt some. At first I didn't like it. It was uncomfortable and I was sore, but soon it started to feel different. I started getting into the feeling of being filled like that. it was really nice. Then I looked up into the faces of both my parents, they had a mix of joy and concern on their faces. Mom started rubbing my clit, and then it really started to feel good. It wasn't the biggest orgasm I'd ever had, but it was nice. I didn't notice when Dad came, but soon I was being cuddled in his arms, and Mom said it was Matt's turn.

MATT'S STORY

Mom said she knew that I wanted to fuck her. And that was true. She grabbed the bottle of lube and oiled me up, making sure I was hard, which I was, and then put some on her pussy. Then she mounted me. It felt really nice, very different from a hand or a mouth, warm and slippery. She rocked back and forth on top of me. Sometimes she sat up, giving me a great view of her breasts, which are really nice breasts. Other times she leaned in over me and we would kiss.

After a little while, she pulled off of me and lay down, telling me to get on top of her. I did the same thing that Dad had done with Rachel, rubbing my dick against her pussy until I was sure I was positioned right, and then I just slid in. I went back and forth a few times, and I came pretty quickly. 

That was my first fuck. I thought it was fantastic at the time, but since I've realized that it was pretty pathetic. After that, fucking was a regular part of our play, and I got a lot better at it.

JENNIFER'S STORY

I'd admitted to the woman next door that I lusted after my own children, a woman I barely knew, although I'd slept with both her and her husband, and she was not only okay with it, but she admitted that their family also all fucked each other. 

"You seem at a loss," said Lisa.

"Wouldn't you be?"

"Do you think you'd like to take the next step with your Emily and Chris, or would you rather just keep your feelings for them to yourself?"

"I don't know. This is all so new to me. I haven't had sex with anyone but my husband for twenty years, now I've slept with my neighbor and her husband, and I'm contemplating incest."

"I think we can help you get more accustomed to the idea." Then calling out the window, Lisa said, Rachel, would you come in here please." 

Rachel walked into the kitchen from where she had been sunning by the pool. She was wearing a bikini. I looked at her as if for the first time. She was gorgeous. Dark haired and dark complexioned, not at all like her blonde and fair parents and brother. And while the rest of her family was slim and lithe, she was curvy. Her breasts were round and large, and jutted out proudly with the firmness of youth. 

"Mrs. Johannson has just told me that she has lustful thoughts for her kids."

"Cool!" said the young woman. "This is going to be so much fun. Will we all be able to play together?"

"Maybe. We're still trying to work that out. But you'd like to play with Jennifer here, wouldn't you?"

"Mom, you know I would." Then turning to me, "I've been lusting after you ever since we moved next door."




The Neighborhood Ch. 03



Rachel put her hand on my shoulder, looked into my eyes, and smiled invitingly. I shuddered, unable to say anything.

"Why don't you take Jennifer up to the playroom. I'll join in you in a few minutes," said Lisa.

Rachel took me by the hand and led me up the stairs. Going up, her round ass was at my eye level. Halfway up the stairs, she turned her head and looked back at me, smiling. I had never been so turned on by a woman's body before.



The Neighborhood Ch. 04



Chapter 4: Mothers and daughters get it on

Copyright 2012 by A. Van Peebles, All Rights Reserved

JENNIFER'S STORY

Rachel led me straight into the playroom, turned around, and planted her mouth firmly against mine, her tongue diving deep into my mouth. We passionately exchanged kisses for a few minutes.

When we finally broke the kiss Rachel said, "You don't know how badly I've wanted this."

"Really? I don't want to do anything that you don't want." I was still nervous about her age, although in some ways she was more sexually experienced than me.

"Don't worry about that," said the teenager. "I want this. I want you."

We went back to kissing as she unbuttoned my blouse. I reached around and untied her bikini strap. Her round breasts swung free and I saw her big, brown nipples for the first time. But I had barely time to notice before Rachel started buttoned my jeans, and we quickly stripped off the rest of our clothes and tumbled into the play pit, kissing all the time.

Rachel started suckling on one of my breasts, holding it with one hand while her other hand roamed freely across my body. I pushed her away and put my tongue to one of her nipples, feeling the teen firmness of her breasts. I felt one of her hands part my thighs, her palm pressing down on my mons while a finger ran back and forth along my labia. We rolled around, all hands and tongues and lips. 

We settled into a protracted session of deep kissing, our hands buried in each other's crotches. I could feel Rachel's finger part my labia and plunge into my pussy. She broke the kiss and brought her finger to her mouth, licking off the juice. She looked into my eyes and giggled. We resumed our kissing and her hand returned to its place between my legs.

Eventually we maneuvered ourselves into a sixty-nine, and I got my first good look at Rachel's pussy. Her inner lips and clit were engorged and protruding. She had a nice thatch of brown hair above, but none yet along the sides of the lips. I dove in and tasted her. She tasted clean with just a hint of musk. Delicious. She did the same for me, and was quite skilled. Lisa had taught her well.

After a few minutes Rachel's licking became irregular, and she started to emit some moans. And soon she was convulsing in her first orgasm of the morning. I tentatively continued to lick, but Rachel didn't seem overly sensitive, so I went back to eating away with abandon. Rachel, ever the attentive lover, returned to her duties as soon as she was able.

Then some movement caught my eye. Thinking it was Lisa coming to join us, I looked up. It was Lisa, but my Emily was with her. They were both standing there, watching us. Lisa held my daughter tightly, one hand on her breasts, the other down the front of her jeans.

EMILY'S STORY

I was just hanging out that morning when the phone rang. It was Mrs. Giamatti from next door. She said that she needed my help with something for a few minutes and if Chris and I would mind coming over. I told her that Chris was out. She said that was too bad, but she thought that she and I could handle it, so I walked out the back, through the gate that separated our two pools. The sliding door to their kitchen was open, so I went in. Mrs. Giamatti was there.

"Thanks for coming over, Emily. I just can't manage this myself, but the two of us should be able to do it." She didn't say what she wanted me to do.

She took me by the hand and started leading me upstairs. Halfway up, she turned to me and quietly said, "I saw you giving a blow job to your brother out by the pool the other day."

I froze, and my stomach did a flip-flop. I started feeling sick.

"And your mother saw you and Chris fucking last night."

I started trembling, and my stomach did more flip-flops. I'd never been in such big trouble. If I'd been thinking straight, I'd have realized this was an odd place to tell me this, and why was it her? Why wasn't this Mom talking to me? But I was too scared to think straight.

"You need to be more discreet. The entire neighborhood can see you when you are out by your pool. You're lucky that no one else saw you."

"But, my Mom..." was all I could manage to get out of my mouth.

"Your mother was very disconcerted and confused by what she saw. What confused her most was that she was turned on by seeing her two children fuck each other."

I was now really confused. I still wasn't processing all she was telling me.

"I've got something to show you now." And she led me the rest of the way up the stairs to one of the bedrooms.

It was a huge bedroom, except that it didn't really have a bed. There was big pit with cushions all around and mattresses on the bottom, and two women were naked in a sixty-nine in the middle of it. I didn't recognize them at first, but then I realized it was Mom and Rachel Giamatti. My mom was eating out the neighbor's daughter, and Mrs. Giamatti and I were watching.

I froze again. I couldn't take my eyes off my mom and Rachel. Mrs. Giamatti put her arms around me and held me.

"Are you enjoying the show?" she said into my ear.

I nodded. 

One of her hands cupped one of my breasts, and the other slipped down the front of my jeans. I didn't know what to do. I just leaned back into her.

"Do you think your mother is sexy? I do."

I nodded again. I'd always thought Mom was sexy, for as long as I'd been old enough to understand what being sexy was.

"Would you like your mother to do to you what she is doing to my Rachel?"

I found myself nodding and quietly saying, "Yes." I'd never considered sex with Mom before, not even as a wild fantasy, but once Mrs. Giamatti, or I guess I should call her Lisa since she had her hand down my pants and formality seemed kind of silly at this point, but once she suggested it, I knew I wanted to. I'd sneaked some looks at Mom naked before, and there had been the other night I looked in at her when she was masturbating, but that was curiosity. I'd never actually thought of having sex with her, or any girl for that matter, before.

"Would you like to eat out your mother's pussy? Would you like to rub your tongue up and down over her clit until she screams in pleasure."

Again I nodded. Lisa's rubbing was beginning to get me really hot. I found my hands reaching back and caressing her thighs. Lisa began kissing the back of my neck, while I kept staring at Mom and Rachel.

Pretty soon Rachel started moaning and coming. Then Mom looked up and saw Lisa and me watching her.

JENNIFER'S STORY

Rachel had stopped licking and was looking at Emily and her own mother too, but after a moment Rachel went back to servicing my pussy, as if it were perfectly natural for a daughter to be watching her mother having sex with another woman. So I returned to licking her as well. I kept stealing glances toward Emily and Lisa. They had moved closer and were sitting on the edge of the pit, Emily in Lisa's lap. Each time I looked, Lisa had removed a bit more of Emily's clothing. Lisa was kissing the back of Emily's neck and when she wasn't busy stripping my daughter of her remaining clothes, her hands were deep in Emily's crotch. For her part, Emily just kept watching Rachel and me.

The idea of my little girl watching me sixty-nine with the neighbor's nineteen-year-old girl was just too much. I could feel the orgasm start to build and it was going to be a big one. Rachel had her lips around my clit and was sucking for all she was worth when I exploded. I tried to roll off her, but Rachel held me firm and wouldn't let me move. She kept sucking and licking away, extending my orgasm into multiple contractions, more than I'd ever had before. I think I may have even lost consciousness, if not technically, at least my mind drifted away into a zone of nothing but pleasure.

I came out of it to find myself lying on my back. Rachel had turned around and was lying on my stomach, gently sucking one of my nipples. I reached down and pulled her face, glistening with my juices, to mine, and we kissed.

"Wow, that was better than I fantasized," murmured Rachel.

I kissed her again, and then looked over at my daughter. Lisa had turned her around so that she could suck on Emily's pert little breasts. They really weren't all that small, but among the four women in the room, Emily's were by far the smallest. Emily was still looking at me, eyes wide open, a look of delight on her face.

I beckoned her over to me, and Emily disengaged herself from Lisa, crawled over, and lay beside me. She put her arms around me and gave me a hug. I put my hand on her chin and leaned in to kiss my daughter. Tentative at first, but fiercely growing in insistence, and soon the two of us were necking as passionately as Rachel and I had been before.

Emily was a good kisser, but it was obvious she didn't really know what to do with her hands. She must have been nervous. I took one of her hands and guided it to one of my breasts. She explored, gently squeezing it, running her fingers around my nipple. Her other hand made its way to my other breast on its own.

"Can I put my mouth on it?" she said in a husky whisper, which seemed to be all she could manage.

"Of course."

She bowed her head to my left breast and took a quick lick of my nipple, and soon she was sucking away at both breasts. After a while we switched, and I took her breasts into my mouth. They were lovely and firm. I could feel my daughter's nipples grow and harden under my tongue. Emily just put her head back, closed her eyes, and enjoyed.

After a bit I started a trail of kisses down her torso. I took a good, close-up look at my daughter's pussy for the first time since she had been a little girl. Like Rachel's, she had no hair down the sides of her labia, but she did have some up top, but not all that thick yet. Her inner lips pouted out, and my daughter had an exceptionally large clit, which I promptly took into my mouth and started sucking. Emily just moaned and grabbed my head with her hands, pressing my face into her crotch. I inserted a finger, then two, and soon Emily was writhing around on my fingers and tongue, coming hard.

After she finished convulsing, I worked my way back up, and we started kissing again.

"Would you like to try that with me?" I asked.

Emily nodded eagerly.

"Have you ever licked a pussy before?"

She shook her head no.

"Well go ahead. Just do what you like Chris to do to you. If I want something different, I'll tell you."

Emily slid down until her face was even with my crotch, and then she dove in. She started by licking up and down my slit, forcing her tongue between my lips. Then she started circling my clit with her tongue, before scooping it up between her lips and sucking.

"You can use your fingers too," I said. And a moment later I felt her index finger penetrate me and work its way in out.

I turned my head to see what Lisa and Rachel were up to and got an eyeful. Lisa was on all fours and her daughter was fucking her doggie-style with a strap-on, which must have been the largest dildo I'd ever seen. It was at least ten inches long and really thick.

Between the view and my daughter's tongue, it wasn't long before I started coming again. My orgasm wasn't as intense this time, but it was even better. I think my contractions lasted for a good five minutes. Every time I thought I was done, Emily's licking brought another one. When I was finally done, I cuddled with my daughter, and Lisa did the same with hers.



The Neighborhood Ch. 05



Annabelle was my neighbor on the other side. Her husband worked nights and slept all day. I could never remember his name. They didn't say much or talk to us much. Most of the time we saw them in the evenings before he went to work and very early in the morning after he came home and before he went to bed. She was about twenty three or so and had one child nearly two years old and one on the way. My wife Sheri spent more time with Annabelle and her baby than I did.

I didn't help them do much because he was pretty handy but occasionally she needed something during the day and didn't want to wake him. I helped out then. This time it was because she was pregnant and didn't want to climb on a ladder to change the light bulbs in the kitchen. She called knowing I would be home on a Saturday and I went over.

"I'm sorry to bother you but I just can't do this simple thing. I can't wait until I have this kid and get my shape back so I don't have to bother you with shit like this." Annabelle said. She was only a few months along and her tummy was just showing. She had a very long way to go before she was going to be able to start getting her shape back. She still looked very good and her breasts full of milk from the first baby looked excellent.

"It's really no problem." I said and quickly changed the light bulbs. She had waited until the last of the three bulbs in the fixture had burned out to call me for help. I handed her the old ones and she handed me the new ones and tossed the old ones into the trash can.

"Oh, that is so much better!" She said when she turned on the light again. "Thanks ever so much. Can I get you something?"

"Sure, a soft drink would be nice." I said. "How did you put up with only one bulb in there for so long?"

"Oh I asked Jeff to change it several times and he just never did." She said.

I reminded myself to remember that her husband's name is Jeff. She got out two glasses and put ice in them. I admired her painted toenails on her small bare feet and her petite frame. She was more than cute. She was delicate. She poured our soft drink into them and put the large bottle back into the refrigerator. Annabelle handed me a glass and motioned that we could go into the living room to sit down. I could see she was having some lower back pain as she sat down.

"I can help with that too you know." I said.

"With what?" She asked.

I pointed to my own lower back and she knew I could help because I had massaged the tiny muscles of her small body when she was having her first child a couple of years earlier.

"Oh yes, I remember now. That was nice of you but it's alright." She said politely turning down my offer of another massage.

We chatted and shared our beverages. She went on and on about the things that were on her mind and suddenly began to cry. She didn't sob or make much noise but tears streamed down her face and her lip trembled.

I stood and walked over to the couch where she was sitting and sat next to her so I could put my arm around her to provide some comfort. I towered over her and she felt so small and fragile in my arms. I am familiar with how women get when they are pregnant. Sheri my wife had so many things concerning her when she was pregnant both times that she was always on the verge of tears worrying about every little thing. Mostly she was concerned that I didn't love her anymore because she was getting fat.

No amount of assurance ever helps enough but one must do what one can. They are nice ladies in a tough situation and deserve all the compassion they can find. I meant to provide her with some support and when I sat down I had no other motive in mind. That soon changed.

Annabelle didn't have anything in mind I'm sure but when I put my arm around her to comfort her she melted in my arms. She put her face into my chest and sobbed. Her voice was muffled by my shirt and I think that was what she had in mind. She certainly didn't want to wake Jeff.

"There there now. Everything will be alright." I told her and rubbed and patted her on the small but well muscled back.

Annabelle heard me I'm sure but my words seemed to have no effect on her emotions. She needed to let them out and she did. She held my waist barely able to get her arms around me and left her face in my chest for a long time sobbing and every now and then looked up at me then put her face back into my shirt to cry some more.

"What's wrong dear girl?" I asked.

"I am ugly!" She said. "I hurt. I don't know how we are going to afford another kid. I can't go back to work right away and the bills are going to be crushing."

"I'm sure things will work out." I said hoping to comfort her. "Let's take these things one by one."

Annabelle stopped crying so hard and looked at me. She kept her arms around my waist but looked up and I bent my head down to comfort her with a kiss. I intended to kiss her cheek thinking the gesture of kissing away her tears would have a soothing effect on her emotions. She moved her face a little and I ended up with my lips on hers. She took the kiss as more than I intended and her lips moved against mine showing more passion between us than what was proper. 

I held her in my arms and felt her milk enlarged breasts against my chest. Her lips were so nice and I always loved how full they were. It was the mistake of passion in that moment that caused everything that happened next. I made the mistake of relaxing my jaw. Her tongue entered between my lips and I instinctively moved my tongue into her mouth in return. 

We kissed like lovers and she moved one hand behind my head to pull me into her even more. I let her do that and moved one of my hands around to her breast. She moved to let some space come between us as my hand found her beautiful breast and I fondled her through her clothes.

She moved her hand from behind my head down to my hand. She took hold of it and moved it under her shirt to her breast. I closed my fingers on her breast and she swooned. I could feel her passion increase in our kiss. She needed more attention than I was prepared to give her but she felt much too good to let go.

I broke our kiss and instead of that being that she clamped her arm trapping my hand on her breast and pulled her face next to my ear. 

"I want to be desired." She said. "I want someone to show me I am beautiful and desirable."

I pulled my head back so I could look her in the eye. She let me do that for a moment then closed her eyes and took hold of my other hand. She slid it under her shirt placing it on her other breast. She put both her hands around my neck and put her head back.

I felt she wanted me to caress her breasts so that is what I did. I gently moved her breasts and put my thumb and forefinger on each nipple. She let me pinch lightly. I knew she would be very sensitive there and put very little pressure on her. As I pinched she moaned softly and rubbed the hair on the back of my head with her fingers. I felt my fingertips getting wet. The milk from her breasts was coming out on my hands as she got aroused.

Her lovely neck was available to me with her head back as it was. The line of her jaw and the muscles in her neck combined with the soft young skin was too much for me. I let my face fall into her trap. She got my kiss on the bottom and side of her neck. She swooned a little and moaned lightly as I caressed her skin with my lips. When my lips and tongue touched her earlobe she nearly climaxed. 

I moved her shirt over her head and made her upper body naked to the world. She let me watch her beautiful breasts for a few moments as my hands pressed lightly on them. Her hair was still caught in her shirt and she ignored it entirely as she pulled my head to her left breast. I took the nipple in my mouth and she moaned again feeling me suckle her.

"Oh yeah! Do that." She said softly.

I sucked and kissed her breast. The milk dribbled out of the nipple and ran down her breast and tummy to soak into the waistband of her sweatpants. I tried to lick it up but there was too much for me to gather with my tongue. She had to know about her body fluids and chose to ignore them for the moment. I moved to her other breast and suckled it. She moaned lightly and held my head still for a moment. She then pushed me back and stood up.

It was then that I noticed the blinds of the front window were wide open. She walked over and pulled them closed. She came back and pulled her shirt from the tangle in her hair. She blotted her breast with the shirt and put her thumbs in the waistband of her sweatpants. They came off in one motion and she simply stepped out of them. The clothing was left on the ground. She stood entirely naked before me. 

Her naked pussy was full and alert standing in front of me fully shaved. I could easily see her long inner lips hanging out from between her legs. She must have been fully aroused long before I arrived in order for them to be so full and protruding from her pussy. 

"As I recall Bill, you like to eat pussy." Annabelle said. 

She sat on the couch and leaned back on the arm lifting her legs over and toward me. She opened her knees inviting me to her pussy. She let her fingers play in her most tender flesh waiting for me to take over with my tongue. She didn't need to ask again. I took the hint and lay down on my stomach on the couch between her legs to enjoy some oral sex with my young neighbor.

"Ooooo... yeah Bill... let me come slowly... oh!... right there." She said softly talking me through the pleasant task of orally bringing her to orgasm. 

She let me continue using my tongue for a long time and I think she had at least one orgasm but she muffled it so well that I was unsure if I had done my usual good job. Annabelle was obviously concerned that she didn't wake her husband or child both of who were sleeping in the next room.

I decided to look for other evidence and when she came again I saw clearly that I was working my oral magic on her. The skin around her neck and upper chest changed color to a very bright pink as her face contorted and her body trembled. I continued with confidence and let her respond as she wished. 

I decided to raise the level of passion between us. I used my arms to wrap around her small thighs and pulled her down the couch toward me. I got up on my knees and slid her along the couch and put her pussy into my mouth as I sat up. Her legs were draped around my head and her back lay along my stomach and thighs with her shoulders just barely on the couch. Her head was nestled tenderly between my knees and my mouth was as deep in her crotch as I could get it. I held her at her hips and thighs on my shoulders with both hands.

She couldn't get enough of this new position. She went wild and had a great deal of trouble keeping as quiet as she wanted to be. She moaned much louder and her voice took on a deeper characteristic. She didn't sound like she was a small fragile young woman but more lusty and robust now that she was almost upside down.

It was then that I realized that I was at a disadvantage. I was still dressed and she couldn't get to my cock as it hardened enough to be painful in my pants. Annabelle could feel my cock on her back and wanted to do something about it but for a few minutes she couldn't do anything but enjoy her own pleasure between her legs and climaxed again. She made a little more noise this time and wanted me to fuck her.

"I need you inside me." She said. "Turn me over."

I didn't know what her plan was but I switched my arms and turned her over. She held herself with her arms so her face wasn't smashed into the couch. I held her groin in my mouth with each of her thighs over each of my shoulders. I saw she needed to be pulled up toward my cock and leaned back a little as I put my mouth back on her sweet sweet pussy and licked while she did what she wanted.

She moved her hands quickly and my pants came undone and unzipped and my cock managed to come out of the clothing. I raised my ass up just enough to let her get my pants down a little more and finally my cock was free and into her mouth. I felt the pleasure of release and it was doubled with the heat of her wet tongue.

I captured her clit between my teeth and lips and sucked on it. Her mouth over my cock made a big difference with her voice. She yelled into my shaft and I felt the vibrations of her loud cry as she came again and a shudder ran through her body. It was certain that with all her effort and vocal release that nobody would hear it except us.

I gradually let her slide down my body and out of my mouth. She pressed her hands on the couch crawling forward slowly. Once her knees reached the couch she took over control of her own body again and robustly bounced back on her hands and knees into my stomach. I raised up just enough to let my cock slip into her well licked cunt. She took my shaft deeply into her and held her teeth tightly as I fucked her fast. She let me pound her for a few minutes and came again before she reached back and slowed my rhythm using her hand on my thigh. 

"Slower now." She said softly.

I slowed down and let my cock fill her the same way but the feeling inside of her must have changed. She was much more aroused now that I slowed down. I supposed she was tender and could feel the head of my cock much better as it slid along her tunnel.

She moaned and her head fell into the soft couch. She yelled again with orgasm and masked her voice successfully again.

"Gawd! Bill I love that." She said keeping her voice down low.

"I want you." I said hoping she would be feeling more desirable now. "I want to come inside you."

"I want to feel that." Annabelle said. "Keep it slow though."

I kept moving very slowly in and out of her. I could feel her revel in the tenderness of this method of fucking. She was enjoying it more than the pounding I gave her earlier. I moved my hands around in front of her and began using my fingers on her clit as I slowly fucked her doggie style. I moved one hand over her tender breasts and she moaned and climaxed again. She put her face in the couch cushion again and I let her breast go when she leaned forward but kept my fingers moving on her clit until she had recovered from her orgasm.

She let me know she was getting tired with her hand.

"Come in me now. I'm finished." She said quietly.

I slammed into her a few times and she took the thrusts well allowing me to shoot my ropes of white cream into her pregnant body. She received the sperm in her fruited womb and I relaxed and fell back out of her when my spurts subsided.

I sat for a few moments resting. She reached down to the floor and picked up her shirt. She rolled on to her side and wiped her pussy with the soiled material. She wiped her wet breasts and rubbed the shirt on the wet spots we left on the couch from the milk she lost.

I reached forward and took hold of her thighs again. I pulled on them and turned her onto her back again. I lay down on top of her supporting myself with my hands on the couch on each side of her and lowered my head to her breasts again. I suckled them one at a time and she held my head with her hands gently and closed her eyes.

I could taste the milk in my mouth and she felt a little aroused and relieved. 

"We need to stop now. Hand me my pants." She said softly.

I pushed off of her and stood up. I bent to pick her sweatpants off of the floor then handed them to her. I zipped and buckled my pants up. She turned on the couch swinging her legs and back up to a sitting position. She slid her legs into the sweatpants as easily as they came out. I held my hand to her. She took it and stood up. I let her fall against my body and put my arms around her. She hugged me and put her face in my chest again.

"Do you feel desirable now?" I asked.

"Yes. Thank you." Annabelle said. "I'm sorry to be such a horrible neighbor. I won't ever be able to look Sheri in the eye again."

She of course was referring to my wife Sheri. They didn't have much of a relationship but they did spend some time together now and then. Sheri had offered to baby sit a time or two when Annabelle needed to go run some errands and it was a pleasant break for both of them. They enjoyed changing places from time to time like that.

"I don't think she will mind sharing. This is a special circumstance don't you think?" I asked and ran my hand down her naked back.

"I suppose so. All the same, I feel so guilty now." Annabelle said.

"It's not right to feel guilty about two people showing a little tenderness to each other." I said hoping to give her some way to accept that she was just doing what came naturally.

"Well, thanks for changing my light bulbs." Annabelle said then we both laughed a little and hugged each other again.

She walked me to the door holding the soiled shirt over her breasts. I kissed her on the lips again and believed it would be the appropriate way for us to greet each othe in the future.

"You call on me anytime. I'll be happy to help with anything." I said. She nodded and kept hold of my hand until I walked out the door. She stayed in the doorway and our hands naturally came apart as I moved away from her and closer to my own house.

I waved a little friendly wave and she returned the wave and blew me a kiss. I turned and walked home. I went in through the kitchen door and straight into my study. I busied myself with some small paperwork chores and couldn't get my mind off of my lovely young pregnant neighbor. She was so lovely and sweet. She had been intoxicating.

"How is the baby?" Sheri asked walking into my study and interrupted my thought.

"Asleep. She had me change some light bulbs in the kitchen then talked my leg off for a half an hour." I said.

"Well she's a sweet kid." Sheri said. "Last time I went over there though she gave me some story about being ugly and had us licking each other's pussies for a half an hour before she let me go. I hope she didn't try that game on you."

"Oh no." I said lying "Just stuff about money and how she hated to get fat."

"Well you be careful over there I think she is sweet but she's also a sex maniac and so manipulative that you wouldn't believe what she is capable of." Sheri said. "I'm taking the kids swimming. Want to join us?" 

It was then that I noticed she had her robe on and suspected that under it was her swim suit. Sheri always looked so good in her swim suit. I decided I should go swimming or take a shower. If Sheri decided to kiss me she would surely smell Annabelle's pussy on my face.

"Yeah, go ahead and I'll be right out. I'll just finish this." I said.

Sheri nodded and turned to go out to the pool house. I waited a few minutes hoping they would be in the water by the time I got there. I went to our bedroom and changed into my swim suit. 

On the way to the pool to wash the smell of sex off of my skin I couldn't help thinking about Annabelle again. I imagined how we might get together in the future and pictured greeting her with a kiss when I saw her again. I reviewed the events of the day and imagined the stories that were yet to come and decided it would not be a good idea to share them with my wife.



The Neighborhood Ch. 05



Chapter 5: Mom comes clean to her son

Copyright 2012 by A. Van Peebles, All Rights Reserved

JENNIFER'S STORY

I'd just had sex with my daughter, and I knew the next step was my son. I'd seen him peeking at me in the shower a few times, and there was that other night when I'd seen him watching me masturbate. I had figured that it was just curiosity, but now I thought it was probably something more. I knew I couldn't keep what I'd just done with Emily a secret from Chris, so I'd have to talk to him.

I swore Emily to secrecy, at least for a few days. She could keep it a secret for that long. She was so excited at the prospect, though, that I wasn't sure she could be quiet for much longer than that. Chris was going to Nicole's for dinner the next night, but I told him to be home early, that I thought we needed to spend some time just hanging out as a family. He just said, "okay," as he walked out the door. I sent Emily off to spend the night with a friend of hers. I didn't want her around in case this didn't work. And then I spent the next several hours afraid and sexually frustrated. You never would have guessed that I'd been laid, wonderfully so, twice in less than forty-eight hours. I should have been blissfully satisfied, but the prospect of sex with my handsome son had me on edge all evening. The thought that this was very wrong didn't stop me. If anything, it made me more excited.

CHRIS'S STORY

Mom insisted that I be home early that night, something about spending time as a family. I was back by about seven thirty. Mom must have heard me come in and called to me from her bedroom, asking me to come in there with her. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, wearing a dress, which was unusual. She's the jeans type of mom. I didn't make anything of it at the time, but she was wearing makeup and perfume too. She patted the bed next to her and asked me to sit next to her.

"Chris, I wanted to talk to you about Nicole. You are having sex with her, aren't you?" 

I started to say something, what I'm not sure, but nothing came out. 

"I'm not mad," she continued."You're nineteen and certainly old enough. I just want to know."

"Yeah," I answered, not really knowing what to expect.

"You are being safe? She's using birth control?"

"Yes," Oh, God, this was the talk. I'd been through this with Dad four years ago. It was awkward then. This was going to be worse, because it was my Mom.

"Good. You know you can always talk to me about these things."

"I know that." Of course I couldn't talk to her about those things. No guy could. But I knew what she wanted to hear.

"I thought you were, but some other things got me wondering. I know you've sometimes watched me when I showered and that you were watching me the other night when I was playing with myself."

Oh my God! I was busted. My stomach twisted up in knots, my skin grew clammy, and I started to sweat. 

"At first I thought that you were just curious about the female body and that maybe you and Nicole weren't sleeping with each other. Because why else would you want to look at your mother's naked body."

She paused, as if she expected me to say something. I didn't know what. So she continued.

"And then last night I saw you and Emily having sex."

My mind went blank with terror. I just froze. This was worse than being busted.

"You're having sex with Nicole. You're having sex with Emily. And still you're sneaking peeks at your naked mother. I'm wondering if you don't want something more." 

She paused again, but my brain was locked. She wasn't mad. She should be yelling or crying. I couldn't figure out where this was going.

"I'm wondering if you don't also want to have sex with me." She put her hand on my thigh as she said this.

This was unbelievable. I didn't hear what I thought I just heard. 

"Would you like to have sex with me?" she continued. "It's okay if you do. And I won't be upset if you don't. Maybe a little disappointed, because I'd really like to have sex with you, but I understand if that's just not what you want." 

I still just sat there.

"Well, would you?"

I found myself slowly nodding yes. It didn't think about doing it, my brain was still frozen. I just knew I wanted to have sex with her.

Mom reached out and took my head in her hands, drawing me into her. She started to kiss me, with tongue. I responded, and we fell back onto bed necking hungrily.

JENNIFER'S STORY

My God, was Chris a good kisser. He was doing something right with Nicole and Emily.

CHRIS'S STORY

The kissing itself wasn't much different than it was with Nicole or Emily, but the combination of the kissing and the smell of Mom's perfume sent all sorts of conflicting signals through my brain. She smelled like Mom, but I was so horny. I think something must have short circuited. It was wrong, but I wanted it so bad.

Mom stopped for moment, stood up, and slipped off her dress. She was just wearing panties underneath. I'd seen her breasts before, but never like this. I swallowed hard, and she lay down next to me, and we started kissing again. She grabbed my right hand and guided it to her left breast. I had been too scared to do it before, but now I cupped and fondled it, feeling her hard nipple, which was like Emily's. By moving my hand, Mom had broken the spell and I found I could move of my own free will. I broke our kiss and moved down to suck on her nipples.

Mom's hand moved down to my crotch, and I felt her grasp my cock through my jeans. I suddenly realized that I was in pain down there. My cock was straining, trying to burst through the material. I'd never been so hard before. Mom unsnapped my jeans, and unzipped my fly, and my cock just popped out at attention.

JENNIFER'S STORY

It was a beautiful cock. This was the first really good look at gotten at it in years. Long and firm, with a glistening bead of pre-cum at the tip. Without hesitating, I slipped my mouth around it. It tasted as good as it looked, musky and salty. I licked around the head and glans and then engulfed it again. He didn't last long, but that was okay. He was only nineteen. He'd recover quickly. I swallowed all his cum, a trick I'd learned doing that to his father. I'd forgotten how much I liked the taste and feel of cum in my mouth.

I stood up and slipped off my panties. Chris just watched me and then stared at my naked body.

"Well, aren't you going to get undressed too? We've got a lot to do and it's not going to get done as long as you're dressed?"

Chris jumped off, and this time I lay on the bed and watched him undress, which I've found is always a treat. He's so slim and hard, real eye candy. Then he lay next to me. For a few minutes, we didn't do anything except stare into each other's eyes, like young lovers, which I guess half of us were.

"Well, my studly son, have you gone down on Nicole and Emily yet?"

"Yes."

"Would you like to do it to me?"

"Oh, yes."

"Well then, have at it." I lay back and spread my legs.

CHRIS'S STORY

I laid down between my Mom's legs. Her pussy was right in front of my face. I really hadn't done this all that much, just once with Nicole and a couple of times with Emily. Mom's pussy was a lot hairier. It was kind of scary—not her pussy, that was very nice—but the prospect of going down on her was intimidating. Neither Nicole or Emily would have anything to judge me against, but Mom had been with Dad at least, and probably a bunch of guys before they got married.

But there was nothing to do but stick my tongue out and dive in, so I did. First a few licks around her lips, then I found her clit. Mom let out a soft moan when I first hit it. I guess I was a little too tentative, because she said something about not being able to hurt her, so I started to lick more firmly and aggressively. She responded by grabbing my head and pushing it harder against her pussy. I guess she liked that.

It wasn't too long before she started letting out short, little yelps, just like Emily does when she starts to cum. And a minute later Mom was thrashing about the bed screaming. She got really wet and coated my face. Then she calmed down and pulled me up to her. She kissed me and started licking her juices off my face. God, was that hot!

JENNIFER'S STORY

I don't know why I licked my juices off Chris's face. It wasn't anything I would have ever done before, but I guess that night with James and Lisa had taught me a thing or two. And my son turned out to be a pretty good pussy-licker. Although that night wasn't a fair test; I was on a short fuse and came really quickly. All that nervous waiting beforehand really got me wound up.

I reached down to feel whether Chris was ready for more, and he was rock hard again. Thank God for teenage libidos! Since he was already lying on top of me, I just maneuvered his cock to my entrance and Chris took it from there. 

I shuddered a bit when he first thrust into me; it was a little too soon after that last orgasm, and I was still sensitive down there, but that wore off quickly. His cock was the perfect size. Big and wide enough to hit all my sensitive spots at once, but not so big that it was uncomfortable. The only problem is that Chris was still being a little to tentative and tender.

"Fuck me harder," I whispered into his ear. "You're not going to hurt me. Fuck your mom hard. Go to town, you motherfucker."

And he did. He picked up the pace and started slamming into me. Since I'd just cum a few minutes ago, the next orgasm came quickly too. And then two more in rapid succession after that. They weren't as big as the first—I didn't thrash around the bed this time—but they were still intense. I've been with a lot of different men since then, but no one does it to me like my son. Not only does he have a good-sized and very nice cock, but he knows how to use it—and he's only gotten better with experience—plus there is the intangible eroticism of him being my son. No other guy can hope to compete with that.

Somewhere in all those orgasms of mine, Chris came. I was preoccupied and didn't notice, but I hope it was nice for him too.

CHRIS'S STORY

I was actually fucking my mom. It was like a dream come true, except I'd hardly dared to dream it. And when she started talking dirty in my ear, calling me a "motherfucker," I nearly lost it. That was so hot! Amazingly, and I never told Mom this, but I actually came twice. I was so turned on that I never went soft.

JENNIFER'S STORY

We collapsed in a sweaty pile, gently kissing and fondling each other. After a few minutes I spoke.

"I gather that you enjoyed that."

"Fuck, yeah, Mom. It was unbelievable."

"Would you like to do it again? I don't mean this minute, but is this something you'd like to keep doing with me?

CHRIS'S STORY

I couldn't believe it. Mom was offering to keep fucking. This wasn't a one-time thing. Then something really amazing happened. Mom just opened up to me. We started talking. She told me all about the divorce, how she had been really hurt by Dad's affair, and how she had been so sexually frustrated, only she didn't really know it. She'd never spoken to me about her feelings like that, like I was an adult, not just her son, but a friend. I'm probably turning into a girl just saying this, but that conversation afterwards was even more satisfying than the sex. That night I learned what made sex so really great. It wasn't the fucking, although that was pretty fucking great in and of itself, it was the closeness and sharing that the fucking enabled you to do.

Then Mom really dropped the bomb. She told me all about the Giamattis next door, how they were swingers and also fucked their kids. And then she told me that the night before she and Emily and the two Giamatti women had got it on over at the neighbors' house. And best of all, I could fuck them too.

JENNIFER'S STORY

I don't know why I opened up to Chris like that. I guess a lot had been building up inside me. It was so satisfying to just get it out. And my dear boy, who was probably freaked out about his strange mother babbling on and on, was so sweet and engaging. He's going to make some woman extremely lucky. You just don't find that combination of cock and consideration that often.

I told him about the neighbors and what I'd done with Emily the other night. He was surprised, but not freaked out. So that was good. I could tell that he was eager to get it on with the Giamattis. He is nineteen, after all. The prospect of hot and cold running sex was his idea of heaven. (Come to think of it, it's my idea of heaven too.)

I noticed that his cock started stirring again during this part of the conversation, so I just said we would figure it all the details later on, and I moved down and took his semi-hard cock into my mouth. After I'd gotten him fully hard, I straddled him and rode him to another climax. He didn't make me cum this last time—I'd already cum so many times earlier—but it was still one of the most satisfying fucks I've had.



The Neighborhood Ch. 06



Chapter 6: The next generation has some fun 

Copyright 2012 by A. Van Peebles, All Rights Reserved

CHRIS'S STORY

The next few days were pretty wild. Mom, Emily, and me had a lot of sex, and by Friday we had to call it quits and catch a breath. Mom declared that Friday would be a no-family-sex day. If we wanted to get to get laid, we'd have to find someone from outside the family to do it with. She said Emily and I needed to date others. She was probably right. She also laid down a bunch of other rules, like no sex downstairs; we had to keep it to the bedrooms. There was too much risk of being discovered. And she borrowed a few rules from the Giamattis, like Emily and I had to sleep in our own beds, and when Emily and I did it we had to keep the door open. She said it was to protect us, but Emily said it was because Mom wanted to watch. I think both were probably true. And most of all, we were not to introduce any of our friends to the "lifestyle," unless we talked it over with her first and she approved. I had instantly thought about bringing Nicole into our games, but Mom was probably right. Maybe I could bring Nicole in eventually, but it was something that I'd have to be very careful about in case she flipped out and told someone. We were allowed to have all the sex we wanted with the Giamatti kids though. So that was very cool. Rachel is a hottie.

So by Saturday afternoon Emily and I were rested and starting to get horny again. (Nicole was away for the weekend, so there had been no joy there Friday night.) Emily and I were hanging by the pool, and I was thinking about asking her if she wanted to go upstairs, when Rachel and Matt came out to swim in their pool. Our backyards are next to one another and we both have full view of each other's pools, and there is a gate between the fences that we use to go from house to house. It's very convenient.

Since Rachel and Matt were pretty new to the neighborhood, we weren't really friends yet. We'd talked a little, that's about it. But now, we each knew more about each other's sex lives than next-door neighbors usually do. It was kind of awkward. I figured we should go over and talk, so I motioned to Emily and we walked over and through the gate. I figured that we'd get to know each other a little better and get it out in the open what had been going on between our parents. I figured maybe in a week or so, we'd work up to some playing around.

But I'd forgotten that Emily had already had sex with Rachel. (Okay, technically not "with" her, but right next to her.) Uninhibited as usual, she walked right up to Rachel and gave her a deep tongue kiss. Rachel responded.

"You know my big brother don't you?" said Emily. "He thinks you're really hot."

Emily really knows how to break the ice.

"He's pretty cute himself," said Rachel smiling at me.

"You guys mind if we hang out," I asked. 

"Just hang out?" replied Matt.

"Shhh! When will you learn to be polite," said Rachel to her brother, and turning to me, "I'm sorry. He's just really immature for his age. Hanging out is cool."

So the four of us sat by the edge of the pool, sometimes paddling around in the water, and talked. It was pretty typical teenage behavior, hanging out with nothing to do on a Saturday afternoon. The only weird thing was that we talked about fucking our parents, brothers, and sisters. We knew the Giamattis were into the incest thing, but didn't know for how long. We found out they'd been doing it for a little more than a year. I wondered if it was weird, and Rachel said it was kind of weird, but it was cool. Matt said that we were insane and that it was great. After a while we started talking about other normal stuff. Rachel and I got into a long conversation about what the local college was like, where she would be going in the fall, and when we looked up, we saw Emily and Matt at the other end of the pool necking.

"Hey, you two, get a room," said Rachel, only half joking. Then turning to me, "I know where they'll be in a few minutes. Do you want to join them? We don't have to if you don't want to."

"No, I'd love to go upstairs with you. I mean, if you want to too."

"Yeah. Like I said, you're kind of cute, and I've got an itch that needs scratching. I haven't been with anyone since your Mom last weekend."

"Cool."

"Are you sure your girlfriend won't mind? Sleeping with mom and sis is one thing, but sleeping with the girl next door is something else."

"Oh, there's so much about all this that Nicole wouldn't understand."

Rachel giggled, took my hand and put it on her firm, round ass, and following Matt and Emily, led me into her house.

RACHEL'S STORY

I learned a new word the other day, ambivalent. And that's how I felt about finding out the Johanssons next door were into the family thing too. I really wanted to have sex with some other people, and Jennifer was really cool and so beautiful. But I didn't want a couple of other teenagers like Matt pawing me all the time. Emily was okay, I guess. She was young and acted kind of like Matt, but she was a hottie. Her brother Chris was really good looking too, but I didn't really know him. But when Chris and Emily came over that Saturday they were really cool, especially Chris. There were no grab-ass games or pawing. We talked about sex, but mostly about the weirdness of fucking your own family. What was especially cool was that Chris didn't react like Matt or Emily, who thought it was totally great. Chris saw that it could also be really fucked up. He thought about things; he didn't just charge in dick first. Then, once we got the obvious thing out of the way, we started talking about normal stuff. I was just starting to figure out that I wasn't all that into guys, but I knew that if I were, I'd be all over Chris. I thought I should want to fuck Chris just because he was a studmuffin. But while he could scratch an itch, I knew even then that he couldn't really fulfill my desires, which were really for his mom. Like I said, I was ambivalent.

Chris told me about his girlfriend, and it was obvious that he was totally into her. That was another cool thing. That meant that while we might fool around some, he wouldn't be hanging around me always trying to get some. Then we started talking about school and stuff, and what I could look forward to in the fall. Chris turned out to be pretty cool, and I decided that I would like him to be my first real, outside-the-family fuck. 

So I led him into the playroom. Emily and Matt were already naked and lying in the middle of the pit kissing. The great thing about swim suits is that it takes no time at all to take them off. I turned to Chris, looking up into his eyes, and he did what I wanted him to do, he leaned in and started kissing me. We were a bit slow and gentle at first, no tongue. But soon I opened my lips a bit, and our tongues touched. This was my first real kiss from a guy—Dad and Matt didn't count.

After a few moments I stopped and dropped to my knees and started tugging on Chris's bathing suit, pulling it down around his ankles. I was face to face with his cock; it was already erect and fully hard, the same size as Dad's. A year ago I would have been intimidated as all hell to see this thing. Now, it almost looked nice. I kissed the head and giggled. I couldn't help myself. Sometimes I'm a teenage girl.

Chris stepped out of his swim trunks and dropped to his knees so he could untie my top. My boobs swung free, and they had all of Chris's attention. He moved to suck on my nipples, but I leaned back and lay down.

"Bottoms first," I said raising my legs so he could take off my bikini bottom, which he eagerly did. 

Chris lay on top of me and we began necking again, only this time letting our hands roam freely. I stroked his cock, and his hand found its way between my legs, where my pussy was already wet. We rolled around in the pit like this for a bit. It was very nice.

Chris was a being a little slow to move to the next level, so I decided that I ought to. I slid down his body and started sucking his cock. He tasted clean and nice, and smelled a little like chlorine from the pool. I went down to lick his balls and found that I was quickly replaced by Emily, who had moved over and was now sucking her brother's cock. The two of us split the blowjob, alternately sucking and licking different parts of Chris's cock and balls, and occasionally stopping to kiss each other. 

I was wondering what had become of Matt, when felt that familiar tongue snake its way between my ass cheeks. Emily and I kept sucking Chris's cock and Matt took turns servicing us girls from behind for a few minutes, then we switched and pounced on Matt, giving him the same treatment.

Soon Emily said that the boys were ready and us two girls laid down next to one another and let the boys mount us. I closed my eyes and felt Chris enter me. He felt bigger than Daddy—that must have been my excitement making it seem so. He stroked in and out of me, building a rhythm that began to feel really good. I felt a hand grasp mine. It was Emily holding my hand as Matt did the same to her. I turned my head and opened my eyes, finding her looking into my eyes. Oh God, was that nice, looking soulfully into Emily's blue eyes while her brother's cock penetrated me.

Pretty soon I felt the orgasm build within me. It came on pretty fast. It wasn't one of my biggest. I didn't lose consciousness or buck Chris off me or anything, but it did keep coming. Wave after wave. I could sense Emily shuddering and screaming next to me—hers was a lot more intense—but wasn't paying too much attention to her at that point, preoccupied with my own O. Eventually the two boys collapsed on top of us, first Matt and then Chris.

Without thinking about it, I did what Mom and I usually did in this situation, not realizing it might be a weird thing for Emily. I moved on top of her in a sixty-nine and started sucking my brother's cum out of her pussy. Chris's cum was dribbling out of my cunt; I could feel it running down my thighs. It took Emily a minute to figure it out, but once she realized what I was doing, she started licking up the cum dribbling down my leg and then turned to my pussy for the rest. Emily is nothing if not game for everything. After I had vacuumed it all up, I moved and gave Emily a big, sloppy cum-kiss, and we mixed the boys' semen with our tongues, sort of a cum cocktail without the glass. It did turn me on a little, and later on Emily told me that it made her so horny again, but it was a show more for the boys benefit, and sure enough I glanced over and their dicks started stirring again. 

"You boys are on your own for a while," I told them. "Emily is mine for a while." Then I returned to the sixty-nine and Emily and I began to eat each other out. I went slow this time, taking a good look at Emily's pussy between licks. It was a beautiful cunt. She was already fully aroused, so her inner lips were poking out, and the bud of her clit was unsheathed from its hood, winking at me. Emily shuddered each time I licked it directly, so I took to licking all around it, just brushing up against it with my tongue. Soon Emily was begging me to lick it directly, but I wouldn't do it, not yet. I told her, "do a good job with me and I'll consider it." But feeling kind of bad, I slipped a couple fingers into her vagina. She was nice and tight, even after the reaming out that Matt had given her.

Soon Emily had brought me to the brink of another orgasm, so I returned to her clit, vacuuming it up between my lips and sucking it like a nipple. Emily gasped and shuddered in the throes of her orgasm, but she was a champ and never stopped working at me, and I started cumming a few seconds later.

CHRIS'S STORY

God, both girls were wild. I knew Emily was insane, but Rachel matched her. She seemed so quiet and level-headed, but once she got her clothes off, she was totally wild. They played with Matt's and my cum, which was really hot. Just the sight of that started to get me hard again. Then they started some lesbo action, which was even hotter.

Matt and I were just watching the show, when Matt reached over and started stroking my cock. I was surprised. 

"I'm not gay or anything," Matt said to me. "But if the girls can do it to each other, so can we. I'll stop if you want."

But I didn't stop him. I don't know why. It felt good. So after a minute I reached over and returned the favor. We sat there stroking each other, watching the girls go at it. Then, after a while I felt Matt move and he started going down on me. This just blew me away, no pun intended. I was watching my sister eat out another girl while a guy sucked me off. The only things I could think about were how great this was and how this had better not get out to any of the guys at school.

"Chris, if you don't want to, that's cool," Matt said to me after he'd been going at it for a while. "But I really like to be fucked in the ass. Do you want to do that to me?"

If he'd asked me an hour before, I would have run from the room. But between his blowjob and the sight of the two girls in the sixty-nine I was really worked up. All I could manage was a mumbled, "okay."

Matt pulled a bottle of lube out of some cubbyhole where it had been stashed—there were all sorts of little hiding places around the room for lube, condoms, and toys. He greased up his fingers and went back to sucking me, inserting his own fingers up his ass.

"I gotta get myself ready," he said.

And after a few minutes stopped sucking and lubed me up real well. Then he knelt down, his ass in the air, head buried down in the bottom of the pit. I moved behind him.

"Go real slow at first," Matt told me.

I pressed the head of my dick against his asshole. I'd thought of doing this before, but it was always with a girl, not a guy. Now I'm not attracted to guys, but since then I've learned that two guys can have some fun and get each other off and it doesn't mean that they're gay, or even really bi. An asshole is an asshole, regardless of the sex of the person it's attached to.

I pushed and nothing happened at first, then I popped in, just the head. Matt grunted. So I stopped for a minute and just let my dick sit there. 

"Okay, go slow," said Matt.

So I started stroking, real slow at first, gradually picking up speed. God, it was tight. The way his sphincter grasped the shaft of my dick was way tighter than any pussy. It felt really good. Pretty soon I was banging away pretty hard. I was a bit afraid I was going to hard, but Matt started gasping out yells of encouragement, so I kept at it. Then I reached down, grabbed Matt's cock, and started stroking. He was making my dick feel so good, it was the least I could do.

After a minute or two of that, Matt exploded in my hand, and shot my wad up his ass just afterward. I pulled out, and the two of us just collapsed.

Emily was there, and jumped on top of me. The two girls had finished up a little bit before and where watching the show. 

"God, that was hot, Chris," said Emily, licking Matt's cum off my fingers.

Rachel mumbled something similar, but she had Matt's dick in her mouth, cleaning the cum off that, and I couldn't really hear what she said.

So that was the first time the neighbor kids and us got it on. It wasn't the last.



The Neighborhood Ch. 07



Chapter 7: A neighbor watches the fun 

Copyright 2012 by A. Van Peebles, All Rights Reserved

JENNIFER'S STORY

I think I've mentioned I've got a consulting business where I help other businesses develop their business and marketing plans. I was the CEO of successful startup software company, and that carries a lot of cachet, not to mention cash. My consulting business is a nice little concern. I make enough money to pay most of the mortgage, kids' tuition, and other bills (income from investments made with all the money from selling the company pays the rest and leaves some to spare), and I don't have to work too hard. Not that it's really "work." I like doing it. It's the problem-solving, challenging part of running a business without the responsibilities, worries, and grunt work of actually running the business.

One of my clients is Amanda Taylor, who lives down the street. She's not really a "client," since she doesn't pay me. She's a friend and has a nice little idea for a business that I'm giving her get off the ground.

Amanda is younger, twenty-seven to be exact, and married to Josh, who is the sweetest guy. Before my awakening with the Giamattis, I never would have dreamed about sex with Amanda and Josh, but of course, now everything was on the table—at least from my perspective; I had no idea how Amanda and Josh would react to the suggestion. So for the moment, I did nothing. There was enough new in my sex life right now; Amanda and Josh could wait.

But I could dream. Josh was a good-looking guy, not as handsome as James next door or my own boy Chris, but he was slim and fit. And once when he was mowing his lawn while wearing a pair of gym shorts, I noticed that he had a large-sized package down there. (A girl can look, can't she?) Amanda was also very attractive, tall and slim, with long black hair and fair skin. Her breasts were small, but they look nice on her slim frame. I'd never considered her looks before, but now I was looking at women as well as men, and both Amanda and Josh were making appearances in my fantasies.

Well, one Wednesday afternoon a few weeks after we'd started up our family activities with the Giamattis, Amanda was sitting in my kitchen, where we had been reviewing her latest business plan. But we'd finished with that and were just drinking coffee and gossiping, when Lisa walked out of her house and started swimming in her pool.

"Is that the new neighbor?" asked Amanda.

"Yes, that's Lisa Giamatti. Haven't you met her yet?"

"No. Josh and I were up in Tahoe for the last couple weeks."

"Come on, I'll introduce you." 

I got up and motioned Amanda to follow me. I really didn't have any ulterior motives on my mind. I just wanted to introduce Amanda to the new neighbor.

"Hey, Lisa. I've got someone for you to meet.

"Hey, Jennifer."

"This is Amanda Taylor, she and her husband Josh live two doors down."

"It's good to meet you, Amanda. We haven't met too many of the neighbors yet. We really should have an open house party to meet everyone."

We chatted a few minutes, then Lisa suggested we head over to the hot tub, where it would be more comfortable than standing by the side of the pool.

"But I don't have a swim suit," said Amanda.

"Don't worry about that," said Lisa. It's just us girls. My James is at work, and the kids are out. No one will see us." And with that she slipped out of her bikini and walked over to the hot tub, which was shielded from the eyes of other neighbors by a privacy wall.

AMANDA'S STORY

Lisa has the body of a porn star. Nice big, round boobs. And she clearly was not shy about being naked in front of strangers. I had never met anyone quite like her. Frankly, she scared me a little, and I probably would have made an excuse and left, never coming back, if Jennifer hadn't been with me. But if Jennifer thought she was all right, then she probably was.

JENNIFER'S STORY

I think Amanda was a little shocked. I knew she wasn't a prude or anything like that, but really, most people don't just strip naked in front of you in the middle of the afternoon. I took Amanda by the hand and led her to the hot tub, where I quickly stripped and slipped into the water. Amanda hesitated for a moment, then followed suit. I was right; she had very nice, pert breasts, with perky, pink nipples. She was also waxed down there. She had a nice triangle of fur over her mons, but she'd had the hair around her lips cleared away. That was another clue. You don't do that unless you invest some time and effort into your sex life.

We started talking, and after a few minutes Lisa ran inside to grab a bottle of wine. So we started drinking as we talked. I really don't think Lisa was planning anything. She was just being friendly with the neighbor, but the wine and heat from the hot tub evidently went to Amanda's head a bit, because Amanda dropped her inhibitions and, once the conversation turned to husbands, she started dishing some interesting dirt.

"This is going to sound really bad," said Amanda. "Like I shouldn't be complaining, but Josh is just too big."

"What do you mean?" said Lisa, who I suspect knew exactly what Amanda meant, but was trying to get her to say it.

Amanda held up her hands about fourteen inches apart. "And I can't even get my hand around it, it's so thick."

"You're right, you shouldn't complain," said Lisa. "James is far from inadequate in that department, but I'd kill for a husband built like that."

"Oh, Josh is great. I wouldn't trade him for the world, but there are some things we just can't do together."

"Like what?" I asked.

"This is embarrassing."

"No, go on," said Lisa. "It's just us girls. No one else is going to know."

"Before I met Josh, when I was dating other guys, I was really into anal sex."

"Oh," I said. That was one aspect of sex I hadn't even considered. I still had a lot to learn.

"He's just too big for that. I can't take him. Plus, I used to like ordinary sex, well, rather rough. I loved to be thrown down and really fucked, you know what I mean?"

Lisa nodded.

"Well, with Josh I have to go slow. It's great, and he's a very good lover, but there's this whole aspect of sex that I used to enjoy that's now off the table. And I miss it. Worse, I think it's starting to affect our marriage."

"How so?" I asked. This was the first hint I'd have that there was any marital discord between them. And they had only been married a couple of years.

"I just want more. I want the things that I can't do with Josh."

"Have you talked it over with Josh?"

"Yes. We're pretty open about sex. That's not a problem. The weird thing is that he suggested I might want to sleep with another guy once in a while."

"Does he want to sleep with other women?" I asked.

"No. He says he's satisfied, but he wants me to be satisfied too."

"My God, girl," said Lisa. "You've hit the jackpot."

AMANDA'S STORY

I still can't believe I was talking about this. Jennifer was a friend, but I'd never discussed my sex life with her. And Lisa was a total stranger. The wine had really done a number on my head.

JENNIFER'S STORY

"What kind of husband wants his wife to cheat on him?" said Amanda.

"It's not cheating if he gives his approval," replied Lisa. "I'll be completely honest, Amanda. Right now it's probably not so bad. You've been married a couple of years, and you've got an itch, but it's not too bad. You can ignore it. But that itch is only going to get worse. You're going to get more and more frustrated sexually, and that's going to bleed over into other aspects of your life."

"That's right," I piped in. My marriage started going downhill when I didn't realize that my Jason wasn't happy sexually. If I'd recognized it earlier, maybe we could have done something about it, but by the time I did, it was too late. If we'd opened up our marriage, I think we'd be happily married right now."

"Trust me," continued Lisa. "James and I went through a bad patch a few years back for the same kind of thing. Both of us wanted more than the other could give. But we recognized it, and we found partners outside of our marriage to fill the gaps."

"And that really works?" asked Amanda.

"Well, it's not for everyone. And it might not work for you and Josh, but it worked for us."

"And you don't get jealous?"

"Well, maybe a twinge now and then, but it's not a problem. The important thing is to make sure each one of you know that the most important thing is each other. That you're devoted to one another, and the others are just guest stars in your bed."

"I don't know... Jennifer, what do you think of all this?"

"I just wish I'd found out about swinging two years ago," I replied. "I don't know if it would have saved my marriage, but maybe it would have. I do know that Lisa and James have a very strong marriage. It works for them. I've seen it."

"You mean..."

"Yes, I've been one of the guest stars."

"The important thing is for you and Josh to talk about it," said Lisa. "Maybe it's right for you, or maybe not. Only the two of you can decide that. But it's a decision the two of you need to make together."

"If we did, I wouldn't know where to start."

"There are lots of swinging groups. They're very social. You can meet people and decide if you want to hook up. It's a very low pressure scene, and no one is offended if you don't want to jump into bed with them. Or you can just go out and pick up people. Or you could start with James and me."

"You mean you'd..."

"Oh, I know James would like to fuck the shit out of you," continued Lisa. "He's very good at the rough stuff, if that's what you like. And he loves anal. It could be just you, or we could include Josh if he wanted to join in. But we wouldn't dream of doing anything with you unless both you and Josh fully approved."

"Who's approving of what?" asked James, who walked out onto the patio as if on cue. 

Amanda suddenly remembered that she was naked and slipped deeper into the water. James was artfully averting his eyes, looking just over our heads, as Lisa made a quick introduction, telling James that we had been discussing swinging.

"Amanda," said Lisa. "Would you like James to join us in the hot tub? He won't be offended if you'd rather not. We realize that this is all a bit overwhelming. And don't worry, like I said, nothing is going to happen between us until Josh is fully on board."

"I guess it's okay if he joins us," said Amanda.

In an instant James was naked and slipping into the tub between Lisa and me. Once he was settled, I reached over and gave his cock a quick squeeze and smiled. I just couldn't resist. James smiled back.

"You really don't get jealous?" Amanda asked again.

"Not really," said James. "Sometimes we get a little jealous, but we get over it, and it's not a problem. We both have veto power, so if either of us isn't comfortable with one of our partners, then they're out. But we rarely use the veto. There was one guy about a year ago who was getting kind of clingy with Lisa, and I was about to put a stop to it, but then Lisa ended it first."

"And you and Jennifer...?" asked Amanda, still trying to come to terms with all this.

"Well, we've only been together a few times, but yes, we're fuck buddies," I said, putting my arm around James's shoulders and snuggling up to him a bit. "Lisa and me, too," I added.

Amanda's eyes went wide with that.

"Amanda," said Lisa. "Would you like to see James and Jennifer fuck? See a little swinging in action? I think the two of them would be willing to give a little demonstration, and I'd sure like to watch."

Amanda nodded.

James turned to me and we started kissing. I will never get tired of kissing James. His hands found their way to my breasts, and my hand found his crotch and started stroking his cock, which was already semi-erect.

Not wanting to try deep sea diving, I asked James to sit up on the edge of the tub so I could suck him off, and he complied.

"Isn't it gorgeous," I said as I showed his cock to Amanda. "It's big, but not so huge that he can't really pound you." Then I engulfed that beautiful cock with my mouth. The chlorine from the tub gave it a funny taste, but that wore off quickly. I really loved his cock, and I was getting good at finding the spots that really turned him on. James really loved it when I flicked my tongue between the glans, over his pee hole. And I had discovered he really liked to be nipped with my teeth. My husband had hated that, but it drove James wild.

"Your turn, dear," said James as he was approaching orgasm. 

I climbed out of the tub and lay down on the deck next to it. James settled between my legs and began to tongue me. He licked around my lips, and kissed my clit, which was still underneath the hood. I hadn't gotten very worked up yet, but that was soon to change under his expert ministrations. He kept licking, parting my lips, and soon started sucking on my clit. As I started to get wet, I felt first one finger, then two, enter me and start working my G-spot. It was just wonderful.

When I felt my orgasm coming, I didn't hold back like James had. It was a good one. The idea of Amanda watching us was really erotic. I clamped my legs around James's head and squeezed, but champ that he is, he just kept going. That set off a series of convulsions. I bit my lip to keep from screaming—the other neighbors couldn't see us, but they might be able to hear us.

When I settled back down, I checked James's cock. It was still rock hard, but I gave it a few sucks to make sure, then I spread a towel—the redwood of the deck was starting to hurt—and got on my hands and knees, facing Lisa and Amanda. James didn't need to be told; he entered me from behind and started pumping away.

AMANDA'S STORY

This was fucking unbelievable. I was actually watching Jennifer fuck Lisa's husband. What had I gotten myself into? But it was really hot. Jennifer was beautiful, and James was very studly. I'd never watched two live people fuck before, and it was really sexy. Before I knew it, I found that my hand was between my legs and I was masturbating under the water. Lisa must have noticed that, but she didn't say anything about it. She just kept supplying a running commentary on what Jennifer and James were doing, whispering in my ear. That was sexy too.

After what Jennifer had said about lesbian sex with Lisa, I half expected Lisa to make a pass at me. I don't know what I'd have done if she had. I'd never seriously thought about sex with another woman, but I was really worked up. But she never did. She promised that nothing would happen unless Josh and I decided as a couple that it was okay, and she wasn't lying. Never once did any of them pressure me to do anything. They just made it abundantly clear that it would be really hot if I did.

JENNIFER'S STORY

I stared into Amanda's eyes, which were wide as saucers. God, was this hot. James was fucking me, while his wife and another neighbor watched. I half expected Lisa and Amanda to be making out, but Lisa was as good as her word. She said nothing would happen with Amanda until Josh was on board. But Amanda was sure getting an eyeful.

James's fucking was nice, but it wasn't getting me there all by itself. So I reached down and started rubbing my clit. That did the trick, and I could feel my second orgasm start to rise. I heard James grunting as the orgasmic waves washed over me for a second time. He was cumming too.

We collapsed, kissing one another.

"Did you enjoy watching?" I asked Amanda.

"Oh God, yes."

"Now Amanda," said Lisa. "You are to go home and fuck Josh. Get your rocks off. Then, tomorrow morning sit down with him—and it's important that you do this when you're not in bed together and all hot and horny—and start having a conversation about swinging. It should be the first of several. You don't have to decide anything tomorrow, and it's probably better if you don't. This shouldn't be rushed. But start talking about whether you'd like to do this as a couple and what the ground rules will be if you do. Now, go. Fuck your husband."

AMANDA'S STORY

And that's exactly what I did. I got dressed and went home. I had an agonizing hour before Josh came home from work. I was so damn worked up. When he came through the door, I tackled him, and we fucked right there on the hallway floor. And we fucked again that night. Josh didn't know what got into me. 

Then the next morning, I told him to go in late to work, and we sat down and had a long talk, just like Lisa suggested.



The Neighborhood Ch. 08



Chapter 8: A new couple joins the swinging set

Copyright 2012 by A. Van Peebles, All Rights Reserved

JOSH'S STORY

Amanda and I had been together for four years, and married for two, when she told me that something was missing from her sex life. We'd always been open about talking about sex, but this was really a blow to my ego. And fucking ironic. I was too big to satisfy her. That's not the stereotypical complaint. I knew that Amanda loved me and that she enjoyed the sex we did have, but I was just so big that we had to go slow, and sometimes that wasn't enough.

Guys all say they would like to have a huge dick, but it's not all that it's cracked up to be. Now, this sounds really bad, but I'm just telling the truth. There are drawbacks to having a big dick. First, when erect I'm about fourteen inches long and about twelve and a half inches in circumference, that's about four inches thick. Finding pants that fit without revealing too much is tough; if I don't stick with styles that are baggy people stare. And before I met Amanda, there were a number of women who couldn't take me at all, and as Amanda found out, I had to take it slow with those that could. And I've never found a woman I could have anal with.

Don't get me wrong. There are good things about it too. When I was in college, once word got around—and it always gets around; girls gossip a lot more than guys—women were practically lining up to fuck me. While some found I was too big for them, I never had any problem picking up women who were willing to try. And Amanda loves my dick. She says that I'm able to touch her like no other guy, all her hot spots at once.

But I knew that her complaint would be a problem. Maybe not right away, but eventually. Amanda is very sexually open, and she always tells me what she wants. I love her for that. But I knew that if there was something I wasn't giving her, eventually she would find a way to get it. Maybe not right away, but in four or five years our marriage would be in trouble. That's why I suggested swinging.

I didn't expect that Amanda would go for it. And she was kind of shocked, which was something I didn't really expect. She thought that I maybe wanted to sleep with other women, which I wouldn't turn down, but isn't something I needed. So I quickly backed off, saying that I wasn't asking for it, just thinking outside the box. We tried using vibrators, toys that I could be somewhat rough with her with and penetrate her anally, but she said it, while it was fun, wasn't the same thing. So that's where we stood when Amanda found out the new neighbors were into swinging.

When I got home that evening, she jumped me at the door. I'd never seen her so horny. We fucked right there on the hall floor, and again a couple of other times that night. She didn't tell me what had gotten into her that night, at least not right away, and I didn't ask. I wasn't looking a gift horse in the mouth. Then the next morning at breakfast she told me what had happened the day before. Needless to say, I was blown away. Amanda said that was willing to try swinging if I was serious about my earlier suggestion. We decided to take a few weeks to think it over and keep talking about it. There was no hurry, and it was a big decision.

But we didn't count on how an idea like that can eat away at you. I couldn't think about anything else that day. I got nothing done at work that day. And by the time I was driving home, I knew that I wanted to do it. But I was surprised; what really turned me on wasn't the idea of fucking other women, it was seeing Amanda getting fucked. The idea of watching her get off with another guy really turned me on. It turns out that Amanda was infected by the same itch. She couldn't think about anything else either. 

So that night we sat down and laid out some rules. We would only do it together; no picking up partners on our own. And we both had to agree. Both of us had veto power over any partner. Once that was decided, we fucked again, and it was a great fuck. One of the best we'd ever had together.

So Amanda went over to speak with Jennifer—she was more comfortable talking with her than with the Giamattis, who we barely knew. And before we knew it, our first swinging session was set up for that Friday.

AMANDA'S STORY

It had all happened so fast. What had started as just an idle suggestion of Josh's had become a reality. Josh and I were knocking on the Giamatti's door, and awaiting within was sex, and it was kind of scary. The sex wasn't scary—well maybe the prospect of sex with another woman was intimidating; I had never done that before, and both Lisa and Jennifer had hinted that it was very much a possibility—but I had no idea what this would do to Josh's and my marriage. Would we both get jealous? Or worse, would one of us love it and the other get jealous?

Lisa opened the door, all smiles. There were kisses, on the cheek, very chaste. Josh gave her the bottle of wine that we'd brought, and Lisa made a fuss about opening it, ushering us into the living room, where James and Jennifer were already waiting.

I hadn't known what to expect. Naked bodies writhing in ecstasy on the floor, maybe. But it was just like the start of any dinner party I'd ever been to. We all chatted and drank wine.

I guess James, who was sitting the closest to Josh and I, noticed that I was a bit nervous. He leaned in and whispered to us.

"About later on," he said. "We all understand that this is your first time doing anything like this. It's okay to be nervous, and if you feel uncomfortable about anything, you can simply decline. No one is going to be offended. You can take it slow and just do what you feel comfortable with, and with people you're comfortable with."

"It's not so much about tonight," said Josh. "It's about tomorrow. I just don't know what to expect when Amanda and I wake up tomorrow."

"Think of it as an experiment," said James. "If it doesn't work, you don't have to do it again. And the important thing is to check in with each other throughout the evening and make sure you're both enjoying yourselves. And at the end of the night, spend some time together, just the two of you."

"Jennifer and I are going upstairs," announced Lisa, who hadn't been able to hear our conversation with her husband. "Our panties are soaked with anticipation, and we can't wait any longer. Join us when you're ready." And with that the two other women went upstairs, arm in arm.

"We can hang out a while longer, if you'd like," said James. "But I'd suggest going a little easy on the wine. A little bit of lubrication lowers the inhibitions nicely, but too much isn't a good idea."

We chatted for a while. Honestly, I can't tell you what we talked about. I had chills and my stomach was in knots. All I could think about was what waited us upstairs. Finally I couldn't take it anymore. 

"I'm going upstairs," I announced. "Josh, are you coming?"

Both Josh and James were up in a flash and escorted me upstairs.

I guess others have described the Giamattis' playroom, but it really is something to walk into it for the first time, to see the play pit, and to see two gorgeous women in the middle of it. Lisa was lying on her back with Jennifer between her legs, licking away at her pussy. I just stared, unable to move.

I noticed that James was starting to take his clothes off. Josh wasn't. I guess he was waiting for me. I started unbuttoning my blouse, and Josh started to undress too. Then a moment later I felt another pair of hands help me off with my blouse. It was James, who had shed his shirt, socks, and shoes, but was still in his pants.

"Josh, we could use some help down here," said Lisa.

I turned to my husband, gave him a deep kiss, smiled, and said, "go."

Josh didn't need to be told twice. 

I then turned to James and gave him a deep kiss. He was the first man, other than Josh, I'd kissed in four years. It was wonderful. We just stood there, letting our tongues explore each other's mouth for several minutes. I could feel James's hands run up and down my back, and then unclasp my bra. I shrugged out of the bra without breaking the kiss. Then I grabbed his hands and placed them on my breasts. James broke the kiss and leaned down, taking my right nipple into his mouth. My nipples have always been sensitive, and I gasped when he started sucking. He switched to my left breast, and one of his hands dropped down and unzipped my skirt, which fell to the floor, leaving me with just my garter belt and stockings. In a fit of devilishness I had slipped off my panties before leaving home.

I could feel James's cock rubbing against my leg, straining underneath his pants. So I dropped to my knees and unclasped his belt and unzipped his pants, which fell to the floor. A couple of tugs and he had lost his underwear as well, and his very nice cock popped up to say hello. It really is a beautiful cock, and just about the perfect size. I took it in my hand and kissed the head. It twitched and grew even harder, so I took it into my mouth.

Amazingly, I could deep throat the whole thing, right down to the base. I'd never been able to take a whole cock into my mouth. Of course with Josh that was impossible, but I guess all that practice fellating him had gotten me to the point where I could deep throat a more normal size cock no problem. 

I glanced over at Josh. Lisa and Jennifer had him on his back. Lisa was sitting on his face, grinding her pussy into it, while she sixty-nined him, taking his head into her mouth. Jennifer was between his legs, licking his shaft and balls.

Suddenly, James grabbed my arms and stood me up, kissing me again. 

"Lisa tells me you want to be taken, to have it a kind of rough," he said when he broke the kiss.

I nodded.

"Just tell me if I go too far, or not far enough." And with that he started kissing me again, his right hand reaching around my butt and parting my pussy lips. I was wet, and he shoved two fingers in. His other hand grabbed the hair at the back of my head by the roots. He jerked my head back, breaking the kiss again.

"And you want me to fuck you in the ass." I wasn't sure if it was a question or a command.

I nodded again.

"Okay, come with me." 

He led me down into the pit by the hair. James knew what he was doing. He was forceful, but he didn't pull my hair, and he didn't hurt me. He lay me down next to Josh and mounted me. I could feel the head of his cock part my lips, and then he suddenly thrust forward, burying himself in me. I yelped. He held me down firmly by the shoulders. I was pinned, unable to move. And he began to thrust in and out, hard. Oh God, it was so good.

JOSH'S STORY

The two women grabbed me and pulled down to the floor. Lisa settled on top of me, thrusting her pussy in my face, and giving me no alternative but to start licking. Not that I minded, of course. Then the two women started sucking my cock and balls.

After a little while, Lisa moved off me and whispered in my ear.

"Do you want to see your wife being fucked?"

I turned my head and saw Amanda being fucked hard, missionary style by James. Her head was back and she was groaning in ecstasy with each thrust. It was so damn sexy seeing Amanda like that, that I came right then and there. I think I surprised Jennifer a bit, who got a nice facial out of it, but she kept licking like a trooper and, surprising me, kept me hard. I usually have no trouble with multiples, but it takes some time between. Evidently not tonight. I softened a little, but didn't lose my erection entirely.

LISA'S STORY

Wow! That's all I could think when I saw Josh's cock. Amanda wasn't kidding. It was bigger than my forearm. I've seen quite a few cocks in my life, but this was the biggest by a wide margin. I knew I could take it though. It wasn't all that much bigger than the strap-on that Rachel likes to use on me.

JENNIFER'S STORY

I haven't seen as many cocks as Lisa, and this one was surreal to me. I didn't know if I could take it inside me, but I was determined to try.

AMANDA'S STORY

I have no idea how long James was fucking me. I just lost it. I wasn't aware of anything except the weight of him holding me in place and the constant, hard thrusting. Usually I can feel the orgasm rising, but this one took me completely by surprise. Suddenly I just exploded. My convulsions struggled against James's arms, but he held me firm, and that seemed to increase and prolong the orgasm. Suddenly, his weight was off me, and he was no longer holding me down. I just collapsed, curling up into a fetal position, whimpering. Arms scooped me up, and felt myself lying in a soft lap, whimpering, sobbing, and laughing all at the same time. God, I didn't realize how badly I needed that.

When I finally became aware again, I was in Jennifer's lap. She was holding me and gently cooing. 

"Are you okay?"

"Wonderful," I replied, smiling.

"Good. I'm just checking. We weren't sure there for a while."

I turned to look for Josh. He was on his back again, Lisa riding him for all she was worth. James lay on the other side of me, slowly stroking himself to keep hard.

"Are you recovered enough to be fucked in the ass?" asked James.

"Yes."

"Okay, on your knees," he said, grabbing me by the hair again and guiding me onto my knees, with my ass in the air and my face in Jennifer's lap. I could smell the musk of her pussy. Then I felt James's tongue lick around my asshole, trying to thrust inside. It felt very nice, and I could feel my pussy begin to moisten again.

Then James pulled his tongue away, and I felt him spread cold lube around my anus. I felt the pressure of one of his fingers pushing against my sphincter and then pop inside. Soon it was two fingers, then three. Then James pushed the head of his cock against my asshole. He was slower than when he had penetrated my vagina, but no less insistent. Suddenly my anus opened and two inches of his cock popped in. I gasped, and I think I may have bitten Jennifer's thigh. Then James began thrusting, continually burying himself in my ass up to the base of his cock, and then pulling out until only the head remained within.

James was into the rhythm right away. I raised my head and found myself staring into Jennifer's beautiful face. It was the reverse of the other day by the pool, when James had taken her from behind and she stared into my eyes. Now it was my turn. My right hand found its way to my clit, and I began to fiercely rub it in time with James's thrusts. God, it had been so long since I had had a real cock up my ass, and it felt so good. Pretty soon I was coming again. This second one was even better than the first, only not as dramatic. It was no less intense than the first time, but this time I was prepared for it. I didn't lose it, or collapse into a quivering mass, but I was aware of and in ecstasy with each contraction. 

James pulled out of me, and I collapsed again into Jennifer's lap. James leaned in and kissed me, and I realized, that although I was pretty much spent, he hadn't come yet.

"We don't have to stop," I said. "You need to get off."

"Don't worry about me. Lisa will take care of that."

He moved off and approached Lisa from behind, whispered something in her ear, and she slowed down her riding of Josh's cock so he could penetrate her ass. That was pretty amazing on Lisa's part. I know better than anyone how Josh can completely fill a woman, and to take another cock in the ass at the same time, and especially one as good-sized as James's. I curled up in Jennifer's lap and the two of us just watched the show, gently caressing each other. 

LISA'S STORY

Jennifer and I grabbed Josh as soon as he had undressed and dragged him into the middle of the room. He came quite willingly. It was huge and beautiful. So I just popped the head into my mouth, and that's about all I could stuff in there, that and maybe another inch of the shaft. It was just so damn thick! I concentrated on the head, while Jennifer tackled the rest of the shaft and his balls. Pretty soon he was rock hard, and I dragged him on top of me, spreading my legs. I was already wet from the licking that Jennifer had given me before.

Josh positioned the head of that lovely cock against the entrance to my vagina and started to slowly push. There was just a bit of pain for a split second, and then his head was all the way in. He started thrusting, slowly at first, then somewhat faster. He never got too fast, but that was just fine. He filled me like no other cock I'd ever had; it was like being fisted. Both my clit and the nerves around my anus were being stimulated at the same time.

I kind of lost track with what was happening with the others. I knew that James was fucking Amanda, and I while I usually like to watch James when he's with another woman, especially when it's his first time with her, I pretty much just focused on what was happening to me. I could feel the orgasm build, and then it washed over me, again and again.

When I recovered, I took a quick look at James, who was pounding away at Amanda, who was using Jennifer's lap as a pillow. I stopped Josh's thrusting and rolled him over so I was on top, riding him. This was even better than the missionary. I had more control, and could let his cock penetrate me deeply when I wanted, or lean into it and get more stimulation on my clit. I could also watch James and Amanda better, and he was really putting it to her, and the way she was thrashing about in orgasm, it was obvious she was enjoying her night as much as I was enjoying mine.

Amanda was soon reduced to a quivering mass in Jennifer's lap, and James made his way over to us.

"Do you think you can take two?" he whispered into my ear.

"Oh, yes."

I paused my ride for a moment, just enjoying the sensation of Josh's huge cock just filling my cunt, until I felt the pressure of James's cock against my anus. I started rocking back and forth, gently. That was about all I could take. I've been double penetrated before, but never like this. I was just completely stuffed full, and every nerve ending in my pussy and ass was being tweaked at once. 

What really surprised me was how long I kept it up. It felt so good. I don't know how to describe it, except that it was like a continuous orgasm, except not intense. No contractions or waves; just continual pleasure. Then it happened. The orgasm exploded throughout my body. Pleasure so intense it was painful. I threw myself off of the two cocks; I just couldn't stand to be touched down there, and just let the contractions wash over me. I hadn't realized it, but just before I came that second time, both James and Josh had cum inside me. That was, and remains to this day, the most intense fucking I have ever had.

AMANDA'S STORY

Jennifer and I were sitting against the side of the pit, holding each other and watching the show. I was amazed at how okay I was with all this. I had been so afraid of being overcome with jealousy at the sight of Josh with another woman, but nothing could be further from the case. It was wonderful to just watch the man I loved with someone else. If I hadn't been so spent, I would have been turned on.

Jennifer was alternately cupping my breasts and running her fingertips around my nipples, and I was stroking her thigh, when I realized that she probably hadn't cum yet that evening. I thought that I might be the one to bring her off, and I shivered in anticipation.

"Anything wrong?" asked Jennifer, noticing.

"Not at all. I couldn't be better." Then, "Have you cum yet tonight?"

"Not yet."

"Would you like me to try?"

"Please. I've been waiting, and I don't think the guys will be up for much once Lisa's done with them." Jennifer spread her legs wider, and I slipped down between them.

"You'll have to steer me through the curves," I said, looking up into her deep brown eyes. "I've never been with a woman."




The Neighborhood Ch. 08



"Just do what you like to have done to you, and I'll nudge you in the right direction when necessary," she said smiling.

For the first time I looked at another woman's pussy close up. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, and her lips were already opened up, full, and puffy. It didn't look intimidating, and the smell was musky, but strangely nice. I put out my finger and gently traced around the nub of Jennifer's clit, which popped out of its hood. I ran the finger down her lips and back up again, getting it wet in the process. She was sopping wet by this point in the evening. I made circles with my finger on her clit. Jennifer gasped and closed her eyes.

Then I took the plunge and gave her clit a lick. Jennifer shuddered again. I know how I sometimes don't like my clit to be touched when I'm worked up, and that indirect stimulation is better, so I moved my face down and licked up along her lips, coming up underneath her clit. She tasted good, not unlike a penis, a faint mix of saltiness and sour. Licking her lips and vagina didn't seem to set her off so much, so I did it again, and again. Soon I was licking like a champ. I then put my mouth over the bud of her clit and sucked it, along with the fleshy lips into my mouth. Jennifer grabbed my head hard and pushed it into her pussy. Clearly she liked that. So I kept doing that, thrusting my tongue into her vagina, and bringing it up underneath her clit, and then now and again vacuuming her clit up into my mouth.

"Fingers inside me," moaned Jennifer.

So I dutifully slipped a finger into her vagina, then two, then three.

"More."

A fourth finger went in. I thrust in and out while I sucked directly on her clit and she exploded, drenching my face.

Next thing I knew, Josh had scooped me up in his arms and was kissing me. I don't think I've ever loved him more than at that moment.

Jennifer, Josh, and I snuggled, while Lisa and James paid attention to one another. The sex had been great, but these moments of tenderness at the end of the night were even better.

Lisa brought out pillows, sheets, and a blanket for the three of us, who just crashed there in the middle of the playroom floor. She and James went off to their bedroom.

* * *

When I awoke in the morning Jennifer was gone; it was just James and me. I had to pee, so I got up to find a bathroom. I had almost stepped into the hall, when I saw Rachel, Lisa's daughter come out of the bathroom and cross the hall into her room. I hadn't even thought about the kids. I had no idea how much the Giamatti children knew about their parents' sex life, and this could be awkward if I were seen, but I really needed to pee, so I risked it. I headed down the hall to the bathroom that Rachel had just vacated. Rachel's bedroom door was ajar when I went past. I glanced in and saw Rachel climbing back into bed, into the arms of Jennifer. That stopped me cold. I looked and the two snuggled together. Suddenly, realizing that I could be seen, I headed to the bathroom.

When I came back out, the door to Rachel's room was shut. I returned to the playroom and Josh was up, and after he visited the bathroom, we headed downstairs. Lisa and James were up, and the four of us chatted over a cup of coffee. I said nothing about seeing Jennifer and Rachel, and I headed home. I didn't know how to process that, but I had something else to tell Josh when we got home.



The Neighborhood Ch. 09



Chapter 9: The Taylors join the family fun 

Copyright 2012 by A. Van Peebles, All Rights Reserved

AMANDA'S STORY

When we got home I told Josh what I'd seen between Jennifer and Rachel. Josh suggested that if it bothered me, at an appropriate moment I might ask Lisa about how she and James balanced their swinging lifestyle with the kids. Lisa might admit to knowing all about it. I resolved to do that, but as it turned out, the need never arose.

We don't have a pool, and Lisa had given us a standing invitation to use their pool anytime we felt like it. That afternoon turned into a scorcher, so Josh and I decided to take our new friends up on their offer. So Josh and I headed back over to the Giamattis' house a few hours later.

Lisa answered the door and seemed happy to see us, telling us that James had gone into the office even though it was a Saturday. She said she hoped we wouldn't mind sharing the pool with the kids and sent us out to the pool, while she went upstairs to put on her bathing suit. But there was a surprise waiting for us when we stepped out on the patio. The Giamatti and Johansson kids were all in the pool. Chris Johansson was kissing Rachel Giamatti, and her twin brother Matt had Emily Johansson's bikini top off and was sucking on her left breast. Josh and I just stared for what must have been a minute or more.

"Rachel!" Lisa called out from behind us. The girls broke their kiss, looking embarrassed. "You know the rules. Take it upstairs."

The four teens climbed out of the hot tub, sheepishly walked past Josh and I, and headed upstairs, Emily hurriedly putting her top back on as she passed us. I couldn't help noticing that both boys had raging hard-ons, and that Chris was quite the hardbody. 

"I'm sorry about that," says Lisa when she came out to join us. "They know the downstairs and the pool is a no-sex zone."

"You're okay with your kids having sex?" asked Josh.

"Sure. They're all over eighteen. Besides, if we got upset with them, we'd be quite the hypocrites, wouldn't we?"

"I guess so," said Josh.

The three of us went slipped into the pool. Josh did a couple of laps, while Lisa and I talked.

"So I guess your kids know about your lifestyle," I said, half asking a question.

"Yes. We're completely open with them about it."

"And you're really okay with them having sex?"

"Sure. It's not like we could stop them. We put down some rules and make sure it doesn't get out of hand, but mostly they're free to do what they want. Rachel is usually the good one. It's Matt who we have to keep on a tighter leash."

Josh swam up to us.

"Do the kids ever join in with your partners?" he asked, flat out.

Lisa paused, unsure how to answer. Then she said, "only very recently. And so far only with Jennifer. Does that shock you?"

"A little, I guess," I answered.

"Are you okay with that?"

"I guess so."

"I'm just going to ask it," said Josh, being the ever not-subtle man. "Do you sleep with your kids?"

Lisa took another long pause, then said, "yes."

There was a long silence, and then Josh replied, "Okay then."

"You're still not shocked."

"Sure, a little, but I guess it's okay."

"Would you like to join them?" asked Lisa.

"Do you mean...," I couldn't even get the words out of my mouth.

"Yes, that's exactly what I mean. If you want, we can go upstairs and fool around with them. If you're not comfortable with that, that's fine."

"And the kids would be all right with that?" asked Josh.

"Well, that's up to them, but I can't imagine them objecting."

"And what about Jennifer?" I asked. "Would she be all right with it.

"I haven't asked her, but I'm sure she would be. You can call her and ask, and even invite her over."

Josh and I exchanged a look. We didn't need to say anything. We knew that in a few minutes we'd be upstairs and naked with the neighborhood kids.

"Well then, let's go upstairs," I finally said. Lisa broke out into a big smile of relief.

We got out of the pool and dried off, stripping off our bathing suits before heading indoors. Lisa took me by the hand and with her other hand grabbed Josh's hardening cock and led us upstairs.

The kids had wasted no time. When we walked into the playroom, Matt was fucking Emily missionary style and Chris was eating out Rachel.

"We've got company," Lisa said, announcing our presence.

Four head turned and in unison broke out into smiles.

"Cool," said Matt.

Lisa led the two of us down into the pit, and suddenly there were hands all over our bodies. Rachel came up and gave me a deep kiss, while Chris fondled my ass and nuzzled my neck.

"Omigod! It's huge!" yelped Emily. She had obviously discovered Josh's cock. 

I looked over and she had dropped to her knees, holding it and admiring it. Matt was just staring at it. For a minute I thought his eyes might bug out of his head.

"And it's not even fully erect yet," said Lisa. "Just you wait, girl."

I was distracted by Rachel and Chris sucking on my breasts. A hand, I think it was Rachel's found my pussy. I dropped to my knees and laid back, letting the two teenagers ravage me. Rachel buried her face in my pussy, while Chris kissed me, gently, and fondled my breasts. I was in heaven. I reached out and found his cock with my hand, and started pumping it. I was in bliss.

EMILY'S STORY

Well being caught in the pool by the Taylors from down the street was kind of embarrassing, but it was no big deal. I mean it's not like they had seen me sucking my own brother's cock. That would have been trouble. At the time I didn't know that the Taylors were swingers too, but Matt told me as we were going upstairs that it was cool and that the Taylors had been playing with his parents the night before.

Once we got into the playroom we quickly stripped. We just had our bathing suits, so that took only a few seconds. Then we attacked one another. Matt was already raging hard and just plowed into my pussy. It's a good thing I was already kind of wet, but the suddenness of him entering me felt good. He pinned be down and started thrusting away hard. It even hurt a little at first, then I realized that I kind of liked it that way. I started thrusting back with my hips to match Matt's thrusts. I didn't know what Chris and Rachel were doing, and I was too busy to care.

Then I heard Lisa's voice saying something about visitors. She was standing there with the Taylors and all three were naked. Mrs. Taylor was pretty, slim with pert breasts and a nicely trimmed snatch. Mr. Taylor was well-built, but not as toned as Chris or James, and I could see he was well endowed. This summer was just getting better and better.

I whispered to Matt, "we can do this anytime. We need to jump on those two right now."

Matt let me up and I sort of ran—God was I eager—up to Mr. Taylor. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and then I noticed how big his cock really is. I think I may have even yelped or said something equally embarrassing. I mean it is gigantic. I remember thinking that there was no way I was going to get that in my mouth, but that fucking it would be incredible. Rachel's strap-on was nearly as big, so I knew that I could stretch to take this, but it would fill me to overflowing. I just dropped to my knees to get a better look at it.

"Can I touch it?"

"By all means," says Mr. Taylor.

I reached out and took it in my hands. It was heavy, half-engorged with blood and it must have held a lot. I couldn't even wrap my hand around it; I needed both hands to fully encircle it. And the head was even bigger.

"Can I suck it?"

Mr. Taylor told me to go ahead. (I guess I should call him Josh. I mean, after you've sucked a man's cock, formalities kind of go out the window.)

I started to take the head of that monster into my mouth, but I couldn't fit it in. (Later on I would get the hang of sucking it, but that afternoon it defeated me. So I took to flicking my tongue across the head and running it down the underside of the shaft. A minute later Matt joined me and the two of us sucked that huge cock. Matt could actually get quite a bit of it in his mouth. Deep throating Josh would be out of the question for anyone, but Matt managed to get the head in his mouth and slowly worked his way an inch or two down the shaft, which was an impressive feat. I swear, I don't think Matt actually prefers guys, but he's a really good cocksucker.

A minute or two later Lisa joined us, diving underneath Josh's legs and taking his balls into her mouth. It was getting a little crowded in there, so I slipped down and started sucking Matt's normal-sized cock. I could deep throat that sucker, and it made me feel a little less inadequate.

I looked up and saw Matt was taking a break from cocksucking and was kissing his mother. Josh took the opportunity to lie down, and we all rearranged ourselves into a daisy chain, with me tackling Josh's cock again, Matt burying his head in my pussy, Lisa sucking off her son, and Josh going to town on Lisa's beautiful pussy. 

AMANDA'S STORY

I was in bliss. Rachel was making me feel so good, and Chris's hard cock felt so good in my mouth, but my orgasm was nowhere near coming, which was just great. I could enjoy these pleasures for a good long while. Last night had taken the edge off, and this afternoon I could take my time and really enjoy an extended session. And since these were teenagers, they probably had boundless energy.

After a bit Rachel started working her way up my torso, licking and kissing her way up to my breasts and then on to my neck. Her hand had replaced her tongue on my pussy, and she slipped first one and then two fingers into my vagina, thrusting in and out while her thumb circled my clit. Lisa had trained her daughter well.

"So Amanda, what do you like?" Rachel whispered into my ear. 

"Mmm. This isn't bad, but I really prefer it a bit rougher."

"I can do that, but we're still teaching Chris that women aren't fragile things. So he's going to be a bit reluctant to really go to town. Just keep telling him you want it harder. Anything else you like?

"I love a good, hard ass-fucking."

"We can do that too. Have you ever had two at once, in both your ass and pussy?" 

Having this young woman, barely old enough for me to be legally fucking, talking to me like this was an incredible turn-on. 

"I'd love to try it, but it seems like Josh and Matt are occupied, so I may just have to make do with Chris here."

"Oh that's no problem. I'm good with a strap-on. Would you like me to fill your pussy with a cock almost as big as your husband's, while Chris reams out your ass?

"Oh, fuck yes."

Rachel giggled. One moment she could be the adult seductress and the next a giggling schoolgirl. She nibbled on my ear lobe and then started kissing me, thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth. She broke the kiss after a few minutes, and left to get her strap-on. So I started sucking Chris's beautiful cock again to get him ready.

Chris's cock was really quite nice. At seven inches long, it was a bit bigger than average, but not so big as to be uncomfortable. I could deep throat it nicely. It's amazing how quickly that skill comes back after several years of not using it—there was just no way I could ever deep throat my husband. Chris was also the first uncircumcised cock I'd had, but that didn't seem to make much difference once it was hard.

I was really enjoying taking that cock into my mouth all the way to the base and then flicking my tongue along the underside as I withdrew. Chris shuddered every time I did that; I guess he liked it too. But it wasn't long before Rachel returned, sporting a big strap-on, nearly as big as my husband's cock.

"How do we work this?" I asked, unsure how the logistics of a double penetration worked.

"I'll lie on my back," said Rachel as she lubed up her silicone cock, "and you climb on top, cowgirl style. Then when you're ready, Chris will take you from behind." She tossed Chris the bottle of lube and lay down.

I straddled Rachel, positioning her dildo at the opening of my vagina and slowly lowered myself onto it. It felt good to be filled like that, almost like I was riding Josh, that is if he were an nineteen-year-old girl with big, round breasts. I pitched forward so I was face-to-face with the teen, staring into her deep, brown eyes. Rachel lifted her head a few inches and we started kissing again, as I gyrated my hips and started to ride her strap-on.

That was ecstasy. I was surprised at how quickly I had taken to fucking another woman. But it was just a hint of the pleasure that was to come. 

I felt Chris spread my ass cheeks, and then I felt his tongue flit over my asshole. I shuddered. Then I felt a cold drop of lube on my asshole. Another shudder. Then his finger spreading the lube, which was rapidly warming around my asshole. Then he slipped a finger in, then two. He thrust his hand back and forth, matching my thrusting on Rachel's strap-on.

After a bit, Chris withdrew his fingers, and I held still, braced for his cock. I felt him rubbing it back and forth across my asshole. Then I felt him push the head against my opening. A moment of resistance, and then he popped the head in. I gasped with the mix of pain and pleasure. Then Chris slowly pushed his cock in an inch, then another. 

"Deeper. You can go deeper," I said. "Don't worry, I can take all of you."

He slid deeper and I felt his hips press against my ass. He was all the way in.

"Just hold it there a minute."

I luxuriated in that double filling. Just being filled like that was pleasurable. I twitched with a mini orgasm. Just a couple of spasms. Then I started gyrating my hips again, and Chris started thrusting back and forth. Oh my God, it felt so good!

I felt the orgasm build and, then before I could adjust to slow it, it washed over me in an explosion of pleasure. Then two more followed close behind. Sometime during the last one Chris came. I was too involved in my own ecstasy to notice until his softening dick slipped out of me, and I felt the trickle of cum slide down between my asscheeks. I had also bucked myself off of Rachel's dildo, so we just collapsed in a sweaty heap.

After a few minutes of just lying there in that tangle of bodies, I realized that Rachel probably hadn't come. I started nuzzling her neck and planting little kisses on her cheek. She turned her head and I started deep kissing her mouth as my hand found her pussy.

She was soaking wet, so excited that it wouldn't take much to bring her off, and indeed, but the time I slipped to fingers into her and started rubbing her clit with my palm, the teen started shuddering with an orgasm too.

EMILY'S STORY

As I licked and sucked Josh's huge cock—I was getting better at taking more of it into my mouth—I decided that I just had to have him in me. I'd never had anything remotely that big inside of me in all my eighteen years. Now I had had only four guys, and two of them were in the room with me, and while Chris, Matt, and his dad are nice sized, none of them is really huge. Not like Josh. I didn't know if I'd be able to take him, but I was determined to try.

I looked up to see what Amanda, Rachel, and Chris were doing, and I'll be damned if she wasn't getting DP'd by those two. I moved, breaking away from Matt who had been doing such a nice job getting my pussy nice and worked up and climbed on top of Josh.

"Josh, would you fuck me?"

"Of course."

"Just go easy. I've never had anyone nearly as big as you."

He rolled me over on my back and positioned the head of that huge cock at the entrance to my vagina. He rubbed the head up and down, teasing my clit a bit, until he had got both my inner and outer lips around the head. Then he started pushing. At first my pussy rebelled and wouldn't let him in. I could feel him pressing against me. Then it was like a pop and my lips widened and went around his head. My pussy was stretched to what seemed like the limit; it didn't hurt exactly, but it wasn't the most comfortable feeling. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and relaxed. I brought my hand to my clit and started rubbing, hoping to distract myself. It worked. The tension melted away and Josh pushed deeper.

He started thrusting back and forth. Just a little at first. That felt really good. It was amazing. I didn't even need my hand to rub my clit, his cock was doing the job. He kept pushing deeper until the head of his cock hit my cervix. That hurt a little and I yelped. Josh pulled back a bit and didn't thrust quite so deep again, but he didn't need to. I was filled to bursting as it was.

I just lay back and enjoyed Josh's thrusts. I started moving in time with them, gyrating my hips around. I was just so God damned full.

I turned my head to see what Matt and Lisa were up to, and they were in missionary too, with Matt fucking away at his mother. That sight set me off and my first orgasm rushed over me. There is something about watching a guy fuck his own mother that is so hot. I quieted down and Josh kept plowing away. I felt another orgasm build and wash over me, then another. As I climbed down from that last one, I saw that Josh was coming, and he pulled out, still dribbling a little semen from the end of his cock, and collapsed next to me.

We kissed for a bit and I rubbed his cock out of appreciation, but he was spent and wouldn't be rising again, at least not for a while. Not that I minded. I was spent too. We all were. I looked over at Amanda, Rachel, and Chris, and they were in a sweaty pile, and Lisa and Matt were cuddling too.

Amanda crawled over and lay down next to her husband. I figured I'd best let them have some time together, so I gave Josh a quick kiss, well actually not all that quick, and went over to lie with my brother. Rachel left to cuddle with her mom and brother, and I thought too bad all families weren't like this. As I lay in my brother's arms, the stickiness of cum and sweat covering us, I thought that this was nearly perfect. The only thing that was missing was my Dad.



The Neighborhood Ch. 10



Chapter 10: Emily seduces Dad and Stepmom finds out

EMILY'S STORY

Ever since we started this family thing, I wanted to bed dad. I think most girls have a thing for their fathers. Not a sexual thing, necessarily, but a special relationship. Your dad is the first man in your life, so of course he's going to be special. But for me, once the possibility of family sex opened up, I'd been thinking of sleeping with dad.

I mentioned it to Chris, but he shot me right down. Too dangerous. But I figured if I made a pass at him, the worst that would happen is that there would be a really awkward time between us. Dad didn't need to know about the rest of what was going on for me to jump his bones. And if I hooked him, once he was committed I could bring him in on the rest.

It wouldn't be hard to orchestrate. Dad had gotten a big condo, one where Chris and I both had our own rooms. Even though we were technically adults and the court-ordered visitation following the divorce was over, dad wanted us to have a place to stay at his place. Chris and I rarely stayed there though. We were at the condo a lot, but it was only across town and it really didn't make much sense for us to sleep there. But the option was there, and I figured it was a good in. I'd get dad worked up, and them jump him.

Laura, his new wife, would be the tricky part. I obviously couldn't do it with her around. And there is no way I wanted her in on this, as if that would be a possibility anyway. She's attractive enough and any guy, or girl who was inclined in that direction, would be happy to bed her, but I didn't really like her. There's nothing wrong with her. I mean, she's nice enough, and she's always going out of her way to make Chris and me welcome. But she broke up my parents' marriage, so there was no way I was going to like her. At least not this soon. I thought that maybe Chris could seduce her, but that wasn't going to happen. Chris had flat out said he wasn't playing, and besides, he felt about her the same way I did. And it would be safer to leave her out. Me making a pass at dad would just be inappropriate. If both of us did it, that would obviously be a plan and that would require a lot of explaining, and that we couldn't afford.

So the next weekend I decided to make my move. I went over to dad's condo Friday evening, just to "hang out." We watched TV, nothing special. Just a daughter hanging out with her dad and stepmom. I made sure to snuggle up to Dad when we were watching the tube. Nothing really sexual, just affectionate, my body close to his. I was hoping to get him worked up so I could hit on him in the morning. I knew that Laura and Chris were going out to play tennis early Saturday morning. It was part of Laura's efforts to get closer to us kids. Once she was out of the house, I'd be alone with dad.

Sure enough, it worked. Chris showed up at about eight, and he and Laura went off to the tennis courts. Dad was still in his bedroom, so I waited until I heard the shower running, then I slipped into the bedroom. I was so excited, between the fear, the desire, and the prospect of getting screwed by my dad, I could barely walk across the room. Without even touching myself, I could feel that my pussy was soaking wet. It was even running down the inside of my thighs. I wanted to stop and just masturbate. And I nearly chickened out. Then I was inside the bathroom. I opened the shower door and stepped inside with dad.

"What? Was the tennis game cancelled?" asked Dad, obviously thinking I was Laura. Then he was like, "Emily! What are you doing?"

I just smiled and dropped to my knees and took my first good look at my dad's cock. It was a lot like Chris's, good-sized, only circumcised. I knew I didn't have much time before Dad stopped me, so I just popped it into my mouth.

Dad was flustered and kept trying to say something, but he couldn't get a complete sentence out of his mouth. Meanwhile his cock grew hard in my mouth. It tasted good. After a bit I took it out of my mouth and ran my tongue along the shaft down to his balls, popping one of those into my mouth, then the other. Dad just groaned, mumbling something about it being wrong, but he wasn't stopping me. So I went back to sucking his cock. About a minute later he moaned, grabbed my head, and spewed semen into my mouth. I took a moment to swallow, and kept on sucking, knowing that if his dick were anything like my brother's he would be supersensitive right after coming. Evidently he was, emitting a few yelps of pain mixed with pleasure. I finished up by looking up into his eyes while I continued to run my tongue around the head of his cock, scooping up the last drops of cum.

"What the fuck, Emily?" was all Dad could manage.

I decided that talking would be a mistake at this point. I had him hooked, but I hadn't landed him.

"That's just the first act, now you've got to take care of my needs, Dad." I reached over turned off the water, took him by the hand, and led him out of the shower.

I thought about using a towel to dry us off, but that would take time. And in time he would calm down and start thinking clearly. So I just kept walking us into the bedroom, figuring that if the sheets got a little wet, no one would care. Besides, if we did this right they'd have to be washed anyway.

When we got to the bed that he and my stepmother slept in, I pushed him onto it. He was like putty in my hands. I straddled him and lowered my pussy onto his face. He went to town, alternating between sucking on my clit and thrusting his tongue into my vagina. He had a way licking my clit from the inside that was just to die for. I haven't had all that many partners, but Dad was the best pussy licker I'd experienced, except for maybe Rachel, who is totally into it.

It didn't take long. I just closed my eyes and thought that this was my father pleasuring me, and I started bucking and gushing.

I was tempted to just slide off dad and curl up, but I knew I needed to stay in control. So I lifted myself off his face, stopping the orgasm before it went too far. I slid down, laying on top of him, and started kissing him, tasting my juices on his face. My God, this was so hot. Finally, I spoke.

"I've wanted to do that for a while."

"But we shouldn't have, you're my daughter."

"That's what makes it so hot. Now I know where Chris gets his talent from."

Dad was silent for moment. Then, "you mean you and your brother..."

"Yeah, we've been fucking for a few weeks now." I figured it would be best not to mention what we'd been doing with Mom, at least not yet. That could wait that until later.

"I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything. I just want to find out if you're as good at fucking as you are at licking pussy. Are you ready to fuck your daughter? Oh, you almost are," I said as I reached down and grabbed his cock, which had become semi-erect. I stroked it a few times, getting it rock hard. 

I rolled over on my back, pulling my father on top of me.

"C'mon Daddy, fuck me."

That's all it took.

"So you really want to be fucked?" he asked me.

I nodded, biting my lower lip.

Suddenly Dad pinned my shoulder down with one hand, and he positioned his cock at the opening to my pussy with the other. Then he thrust forward violently. My lips resisted for a moment, then opened up to him and he thrust deep.

Dad fucked me hard. I couldn't move my upper body because he had me pinned down by the shoulders, but I could thrust back with my hips. I knew I would be sore later, maybe a even a little bruised, but I didn't care. It felt so good to have my father plowing into me. Dad was like a wild man. I think I had three orgasms; he just kept going. I was screaming my head off with pleasure. Finally, I noticed that he was tensing up. Dad let out a few grunts and came into my pussy. He rolled off me.

I took a few moments to just breathe, and then leaned over and started kissing him. I'd kissed my Dad before, of course, but never like this. Before it had been affection; this was intimacy.

"I was going to ask if it was good for you too," I said, finally breaking the kiss and the silence. "But it's pretty obvious it was." I could feel his cum running down my thigh. I shivered with the thought that it was my Dad's cum.

Dad suddenly looked worried.

"Dad, I know what you're thinking. But it's cool. We're just having some fun. I've discovered this whole new thing that is sex, and I want you to be part of it. It doesn't change the fact that we're father or daughter. And it doesn't have to be weird."

I told him about how I had begun to fuck Chris. And I told him about the Giamattis and the Taylors, leaving out their names for the moment, just saying they were "neighbors." I mentioned that Mom was fucking the neighbors too, and I think Dad made the connection and guessed that Chris and I were fucking her too. I'm not sure whether that reassured him or frightened him more, maybe a bit of both. I told him that I didn't know where this was going, or if it would be a good idea to continue. Maybe I could introduce him, or him and Laura, to the neighbors. I said I didn't expect him and Mom to begin fucking again—although I think I secretly hoped that. I mean what kid doesn't want her divorced parents to get back together. And I also said that if he didn't want to do this again with me, that was cool. I had kind of jumped him. Hell, I damn near raped him. But that I really wished he would continue to fuck me. It was a really good talk, probably the first my Dad and I had as equals.

All the while we were talking, we were running our hands over each other's bodies. I took to stroking his penis, and sure enough, after a bit it started to get hard again. We were ready for round two, only I wanted it slower this time. So I went down, took him in my mouth to get him really hard, and then climbed on top.

LAURA'S STORY

I've always been very open sexually, but incest was never something I thought much about, except that it was something abusive creeps did. I've had my share of wild sex, but nothing near as wild as what I experienced after I discovered my husband in bed with my step-daughter.

I never considered myself a slut, but had slept with a fair number of men casually. I'd even been in a couple of threesomes. One was with two gay friends in college who wanted to see what it was like with a woman. That didn't work out so well. I mean it was okay, but really awkward. They did their best, but it was clear that they just weren't turned on by me. We remained friends but never tried sex after that one time. Then before I met Jason, I was a third in an poly relationship, a married couple who invited me into their bed on occasion. That was great. They were very loving and respectful, but the sex stayed casual. No deep emotional bonds other than the pre-existing friendship. Even the sex with a woman was good. I discovered that I was a bit bi, although definitely preferring men. That semi-regular threesome ended when Jason and I got serious. (But we're all friends still.) I figured that I'd be up for doing something like that with Jason in the future if he wanted to. But for the next few years I wanted him all to myself. I had no idea I would be getting into swinging or polyamory or whatever you call it so soon.

But that didn't prepare me for what I saw that morning.

I'd finally gotten to a place where Jason's kids were accepting me. That was important to me. I knew that I'd broken up his first marriage—yes, there were troubles before I came along, but I've got no illusions about my role in the break up. Jason and I were in this for the long haul, and I really wanted his kids to be okay with me being in their father's life. I didn't want to be the bitch-monster who stole their father away.

But anyway, the kids were hanging around our condo more that summer. I'd even started a regular Saturday morning tennis game with Chris. The women I usually play with in the winter aren't around in summer, and with Chris being home from college he could fill the gap. 

I will admit the evening before I'd been a bit weirded out by Emily. She was awfully close to her father—I mean physically close. It seemed a bit strange and inappropriate, the way she was pressing her breasts against him while we watched TV, but I didn't say anything. I guess I figured she was just an eighteen-year-old girl who wanted some affection from her daddy. I understood that. Besides, I wasn't about to say anything that might reopen the rift that had been starting to close.

But that Saturday when Chris and I got to the court, it was just too hot to play. Even at eight in the morning. The day would be a scorcher. So we played one set, that Chris handily won. (He really is much better than me, but we still have fun on the court.) And we headed back home early.

When we got there, Chris headed into the kitchen to get some water, and I went upstairs to take a shower. But when I opened the bedroom door I was greeted with the sight of my husband fucking another woman. I was stunned. I was about to say something, to scream at him, to tell that bitch to get the hell out of my bed, and how dare she fuck my husband in it. (I said I was open to the idea of sex with other people; I was not open to Jason fucking around behind my back.) But before I could get any words out, I recognized the other woman was Emily. I was dumbfounded. I knew how to react to another woman. I didn't know what to do when that other woman was my step-daughter and my husband's daughter.

I just stood there, not saying anything, unable to move. I just watched Emily grind away on top of Jason. Then I noticed a familiar warm feeling start to well up from my gut. I was starting to get turned on. This was wrong in so many ways, but it was exciting. My hand, as if of its own accord moved over and started rubbing my pussy through my tennis skirt and panties. I shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't be turned on. But I was. If I wasn't going to step in and stop this, I knew I should leave before I was spotted, but I couldn't move.

Then I'm pretty sure Emily saw me. She was riding cowgirl on top of Jason and facing the door where I was standing. Jason couldn't see me unless he craned his head back deliberately to look, but Emily only had to open her eyes. She looked in my direction for a moment, and a slight smile crept over her face, but I couldn't be sure he she had actually recognized me standing there.

Then I felt two hands on my shoulders and Chris's head leaning into mine.

"If you're not going to stop them, maybe you should let them be."

"What?" I wasn't thinking clearly. The words came through but I didn't process them.

"Come with me," said Chris, taking me by the hand and leading me into his bedroom, closing the door behind him.

"We should talk," he said.

"What's going on? I did see Emily and Jason fucking, didn't I? Did you know about this? How long has this been going on?" the questions just streamed out of my mouth. I didn't give Chris a chance to respond.

"Hold on. Hold on. I think this is the first time that Emily and Dad have ... fucked." Chris almost couldn't get that last word out. "She said something to me earlier this week about wanting to sleep with Dad."

"So you knew they were going to. Did your father plan this too?"

"I didn't know they were going to. Emily just told me she wanted to. I don't think Dad knew anything about it. I'll bet that Emily just jumped him. It's kind of hard to resist her when she does that."

I started to read between the lines. "So you're sleeping with your sister too."

"Yeah...for about a few weeks now. It's all pretty new for us. I told Emily that sleeping with Dad was probably not a good idea, but she doesn't always listen or think things through."

"I'm going to put a stop to this right now." I said it, but I wasn't sure if I meant it.

"Well, you can, but maybe it'd be better to wait, calm down, and talk this through later on. Besides, from what I saw you were pretty turned on by it. I'm not saying that this should continue, but maybe you want to leave the door open for exploring the opportunity."

"What do you mean? It's just wrong..."

"You were the one with your hand down your pants while you were watching them."

I didn't know what to say. I just stood there.

"I'm not saying that you have to approve," Chris continued when it was obvious I wasn't going to say anything. "Just don't freak out and fly off the handle. Talk to Dad about it first. Let the two of you, and maybe Mom, decide what to do."

For a nineteen-year-old kid, he made a lot of sense, although the prospect of talking to Jennifer about my husband cheating on me with their daughter didn't thrill me. So the two of us waited for the pair to finish up in the bedroom. It was awkward, sitting there with Chris, knowing that he was fucking his sister and his sister was fucking their dad, my husband.

Emily was the first to come down the stairs. Chris quickly spirited her off before I could say anything to her. Then Jason came down. We had a lot to talk about.



The Neighborhood Ch. 11



Chapter 11: Johannson family orgy

CHRIS'S STORY

I had to tell Mom, of course, before she was blindsided by Laura. I told her everything, including the fact that Laura was turned on by what she saw. I figured her knowing that might help. Mom was furious with Emily, and with me for not warning her what Emily was thinking, but mostly with Emily. She wasn't relieved by the fact that neither of us had said anything about sleeping with her. She knew that it would have to come out. There were a lot of phone calls back and forth, and then Mom left for Dad's apartment to have the conversation about what to do about "the situation."

She didn't get back until late that night, and then she wouldn't talk to us about it. Emily and I were going nuts. Emily knew she'd really fucked up and was really upset. I ended up sleeping with her that night, no sex, just sleep. That was something we normally didn't do and was against "the rules"—Mom rationalized that sex was one thing, but she didn't want us getting more emotionally intimate than a brother and sister would normally be. It was a pretty good rule, actually, but tonight Emily really needed somebody. She was a wreck.

That morning there was another phone call between Mom and Dad, and then she called us into the kitchen and sat us down.

"I'm not going to lecture you on what you did wrong," Mom started off. "Emily, you know why what you did was a very risky act. And Chris, you know that you should have warned me that Emily was thinking about it. It's one thing to have sex with someone outside the family, but someone close can only be brought in if we all agree. We all suffer if it goes badly."

Mom was silent for a moment.

"Fortunately, your father and Laura were very understanding. Very understanding. And I have to congratulate you, Chris. Whatever you said to Laura had an effect. She's upset, but not really angry. And your father is mostly embarrassed."

I could feel the weight being lifted off Emily. She sort of just melted into the chair in relief.

"But I did have to tell them all about us."

"But neither of us said anything about you," I said.

"I know, but it would have come out. I couldn't have let Emily take all the blame. I also explained all about the neighbors. I brought them in to seal the deal."

Emily and I exchanged a quizzical look and then just stared back at Mom, confused.

"Your Dad and Laura want to join in our little family fun," Mom finally explained. "That's what took so long last night. We were discussing all that has been happening and exploring whether or not we should continue this and whether they would join in if we did. They decided to sleep on it, and that phone call a few minutes ago was your father telling me that he and Laura would like to join our group."

I was shocked. Emily was visibly delighted. 

"In fact, they're going to come over after dinner for our first joint session."

This was just too much for Emily. She had gone from sheer terror at the prospect of her life being ruined to ecstasy at the thought of fucking both Mom and Dad together. She just started crying. As for me, I thought it was cool. I had figured that we couldn't keep doing this without Dad finding out, anyway. And Laura was pretty hot. But I realized that this could be really weird for Mom.

"Are you okay with this, Mom?"

"It's going to be awkward. I had resigned myself to the fact that your Dad and I were done. And we're still not getting back together—I want to be clear about that. Your Dad and Laura are still very much a couple. But I'm not mad at your Dad about the adultery anymore, and I think we will be able to engage in a little sex play with no strings attached. The thing that will be difficult for me is Laura. I still feel betrayed by her. I don't know how I'm going to handle that."

I went over and hugged her. 

"You're going to handle it just fine, Mom."

Needless to say, the rest of the day was as nerve wracking as the previous night. Only Emily and I weren't dreading what would happen. It was like being a little kid again on Christmas Eve, so excited about the prospects of Santa coming that you couldn't think straight. 

We had a light dinner, salads and sandwiches. We'd already learned that eating heavily before sex wasn't a good idea. And then we all retreated to our respective rooms to get changed. Emily and I fought over who got to use the shower first. We may have been fucking, but we were still a brother and sister. And I guess the prospect of having Mom and Dad in the same room again brought out the sibling rivalry. Then I had trouble figuring out what to wear, even though I kept telling myself that it didn't matter. I wouldn't be wearing it for long. 

Still, with all the rush I was ready long before Dad and Laura showed up. So I had half an hour more of nerve wracking anticipation before I heard their car pull into the driveway.

Emily was down the stairs in a flash, opening the door before Dad and Laura got to it. I joined her as Dad and Laura came inside.

Emily gave Dad a kiss, a rather chaste one on the cheek.

"Hello, Emily," said Laura forcing a smile. That wasn't at all awkward. Then she saw me and her smile brightened. She took a few steps closer and said to me in a low voice, "I have to thank you for intervening yesterday. I would have handled this very badly otherwise."

"Hello, Laura. Hello, Jason." Mom had joined us. She was smiling. Faking it much better than Laura. Or at least I think she was faking it. I knew she was both torn and excited.

"Let's just admit that this is going to be a bit awkward for all of us," Mom continued, and as she said it, I could see both Dad and Laura visibly relax. "Why don't we have some wine and loosen up a bit first, and see how it goes."

We went into the living and I steered Emily to sit on the couch next to me. I didn't think it was a good idea to have her close to Dad, at least not yet. It might give Laura some second thoughts. Mom poured everyone a glass of red wine. It was the first alcohol that our parents had served Emily and me. We weren't twenty-one yet, but I guess Mom figured that if we were old enough to fuck with the family, we were old enough to drink with it.

The conversation that followed was supremely weird. I don't remember what anyone said, but it was all just small talk. No one mentioned the events of last night or what we'd all come here to do tonight. It was just like an ordinary family get together, with some tension between the three reconciling after a messy divorce. 

I couldn't take it any longer. I was sitting near Laura, so I leaned in and said quietly, but evidently loud enough that the others could hear, "Laura, have you ever had group sex before?"

There was silence around the room for a moment, and then Laura responded in the same low voice pretending to be private, "Well, before I met your father, I was a third in a semi-regular threesome, but nothing like what I think we're going to do tonight."

"Don't worry about," piped in Mom. "You'll feel a bit uncertain at first, but you'll quickly take to it. Everyone I've seen has been that way."

That broke the dam, and suddenly everyone was talking about sex. Mom was telling Dad that I was really good lover. Which made me feel really good, and Laura shot me a wink when she heard it. Emily was excitedly describing Josh Taylor's huge dick to Laura. Dad started asking Emily and Mom how we all started to fuck each other. He'd heard a lot of it last night, but evidently not the sexy details, which Mom was glad to supply. It was strange, but not in the weird way that we had been talking before, to hear Mom and Dad talking openly and explicitly about sex.

Emily had moved to get into Mom and Dad's conversation and Laura got up and sat down next to me on the couch. 

"I really do want to thank you again for what you said to me yesterday," Laura said to me. "I was so upset and confused I wasn't thinking straight. But I didn't realize that I was probably more upset by the fact that I was turned on by your father was sleeping with Emily than any infidelity. You pointed that out to me and gave me a chance to cool down and start thinking."

"I'm happy to have helped."

"I'm sort of hoping that we'd be able to get together tonight," she said, putting her hand on my thigh. "Is that in the cards?"

"Of course." I leaned in to kiss her and was pleased, but not surprised, to find the kiss returned enthusiastically. 

I lost myself in that kissing for a while. When I came up for air, I saw Dad macking on Mom, and Emily unzipping his trousers. So I started unbuttoning Laura's blouse, and then taking off her bra, revealing two of the most fantastic breasts I've ever seen. Perfectly proportioned and hanging with just the right firmness, capped with two dark pink areolas. I couldn't resist and took one into my mouth.

But I didn't keep it there for long. I knew that Laura was still kind of upset with Emily, and I figured that Mom and Dad needed to work out some stuff on their own. So I stood up and led Laura into the middle of the floor. And at the same time I grabbed Emily's hand, separating her mouth from Dad's cock, and brought her along with us.

LAURA'S STORY

I won't bore you with all the details of what Jason and I talked about after I caught him fucking his daughter Emily. But to sum up, I let him explain what had happened, which pretty much confirmed Chris's account; Emily had simply jumped him. I asked if he'd harbored any incestuous thoughts, and Jason honestly admitted that the thought had crossed his mind now and again, but he'd never seriously lusted after Emily. I saw how guilty he felt, so I fessed up and admitted that what I'd scene had gotten me pretty hot, so he shouldn't beat himself too bad. Emily was a beautify, lusty girl.

We had just moved on to the issue of trust and how we could get past this, when Jennifer called, saying she needed to come over to talk about what had happened. Jason and I braced for the storm, and I determined to stand by him against Jennifer. It was particularly nerve-wracking for me because not only was Jennifer my former boss, but we hadn't spoken since she discovered that Jason and I were having an affair. I didn't know what resentment she harbored over that.

But to our surprise, Jennifer wasn't angry, and she said she knew that Emily was mostly to blame, although Jason had some culpability of course. She told us that she wasn't surprised, and that Emily was a pretty wild. Jason mentioned that we should find a way to make sure that Emily understood that what had happened between Emily and him and between Emily and Chris was very wrong, and that we should find a way to move on, but Jennifer dropped the bomb. She admitted that she'd been having sex with both kids. She said that Jason would find out eventually, so she might as well get it out in the open.

Jason and I were stunned into silence.

Then Jennifer suggested that we might want to continue it. That maybe Jason and I would be interested in more sex with Chris and Emily. She said she wasn't asking to start having sex with Jason again, although she would be willing to in a group context, but that it might be a way to get past the animosity of the divorce.

We talked about swinging, and for the first time I contributed to the conversation, telling Jason what I knew about how it worked. I had long ago told Jason that I'd fooled around with a swinging couple before I'd met him, so that was not surprise to him. But it did get a rise out of Jennifer, who had no idea. Jason and I had casually talked about getting involved in swinging eventually, and this would just be accelerating the schedule a bit. Frankly, it would be flooring the accelerator and pumping nitrous into the carburetor. 

Well, you know how it turned out. Our libidos got the better of us, and we ended up at Jennifer's place the next night. As expected, it was awkward at first, but a little alcohol and we started talking. And without planning anything, I found that Chris and I had sort of paired off and had started kissing.

He was a good kisser. And my God, what a body. His father is well built, but Chris could be a gay cover model, broad shoulders, tapered body, and six-pack abs. I had always liked to look at him, but had never dreamed that anything physical could ever happen between us. Plus he took charge, which really turned me on. I've got a submissive streak, and while I've never been interested in hardcore S&M, I like a man to take me. He had taken off my top and bra, and moved us when he really shocked me by grabbing Emily's hand and pulling her over to us.

Emily, who had begun to suck Jason's cock while he and Jennifer were kissing, emitted a little chirp of disappointment at leaving her father's cock behind. But she smiled and dropped right down and started kissing me while Chris stripped off his own clothes.

I'd only been with one woman before, and that was a while ago. Shelly, the other woman in the poly couple I'd been with, was gentle, slow, and sensuous. But Emily was fast and eager. She positively attacked my mouth and breasts, moving back and forth between them. I could see why Jason couldn't resist her yesterday.

Then I felt my legs being spread apart and Chris's breath on my pussy. Then his tongue parting my lips and running up to lap at my clit. My lust had been building since I'd seen Jason fucking Emily the day before, and I hadn't had any release. I just exploded in a mini-orgasm at his first touch. It wouldn't be the last of the evening.

Somewhere along the way, Emily had slipped out of her clothes and was shoving one of her breasts into my mouth, which I eagerly accepted. And Chris kept lapping away. I managed a glance over at my husband and saw his ex-wife had taken over the cock-sucking duties that Emily had been pulled away from. A pang of jealousy and fear that I might lose him to this woman he had once loved ran through me, but that only fueled my lust and made me hotter. I needed a cock.

So reluctantly, I abandoned Emily's breast and maneuvered to take Chris's cock into my mouth. It was already hard. It was a lot like his father's, only uncircumcised. The head was poking out the foreskin, so I pushed the rest of the foreskin back and licked at the head. I swirled my tongue around the hole and then around the rest of the head. His father loved this, so I figured Chris would probably love it too. Evidently he did because he let out a groan. So I plunged it into my mouth, taking all seven inches at once, and started sucking it in earnest.

Chris and Emily maneuvered into a daisy chain, with me sucking Chris's cock, Chris lapping away at Emily's pussy, and Emily diving into mine. Chris didn't last long. I think had been thinking about tonight all day long, and he was as excited as me. I just drank it down. And amazingly he didn't get soft. I mean, he softened a little, but he stayed mostly erect, so I just kept sucking and soon he was rock hard again.

But Emily's licking was taking its toll on me, and in a moment I was shuddering in an orgasm, a big one this time. It lasted for a while, and I had to pull away from Emily because every touch of her tongue was just too deliciously agonizing.

The brother and sister team didn't really give me a break. As soon as I'd caught my breath, I felt Chris slipping his cock into my pussy. I shuddered again as I was still pretty sensitive down there, but not like I had been a minute ago.  And before I could lean back and just enjoy Chris slamming in and out of me, Emily plopped her pussy right down on my face. She was wet and slick from Chris's licking and tasted clean and good. 

Emily leaned down into a sixty-nine and licked my clit and Chris's cock as it thrust in and out. God, it felt so good. 

"Laura, it's too bad you can't see this. Chris fucking you looks fantastic up close like this," Emily said taking a break from the licking for a moment.

I really wished I could see it, but my face was buried in Emily's pussy. Maybe I'd see Chris pounding his sister from up close a little later on. That thought, of the brother and sister fucking, brought me to orgasm again. Emily came too, soaking my face with her juices, and I think, although I couldn't be sure, Chris came at the same time too.

JASON'S STORY

I can't believe how fast it happened. Just yesterday morning, I'd been fucking my daughter, and now she was sucking me off again while I kissed my ex-wife, and across the room my son was necking with his stepmother.

That configuration didn't last long. Chris grabbed Emily and dragged her off to fuck Laura, leaving Jennifer and me.

"Kind of like old times," Jennifer said to me. "Would you like me to take up where our daughter left off?"

"Please," was all I could manage to say.

Jennifer had always been good at sucking cock. There was a period during the last few years of our marriage where our sex life had all but vanished, but now it was like we were twenty again, only more experienced. 

She sucked me for a while, then we shed our clothes and I went down on Jennifer. I was surprised to find she was shaved down there, with only a neatly cropped triangle of hair covering her mons.

"Yeah, I discovered that the hair just gets in the way," Jennifer said. "A lot has changed with me over the last year."

I just smiled and started licking. She tasted as good as ever. Now don't get me wrong. I love sex with Laura. She's a great lover, better than Jennifer actually, although I was about to discover Jennifer had vastly increased her repertoire since our divorce. But Jennifer was my first great love, and we had eighteen years together, and sometimes you miss that, no matter how great in bed your current wife is.

After a few minutes Jennifer said, "Enjoyable as this is, I really want you inside me."

As I started to move on top into missionary position, she said, "No, lets spoon, so we can both watch our kids fuck their stepmother."

This was when it first hit me that Jennifer had really changed, or at least discovered something about herself. Our sex life had been good, but it was very vanilla. Oral and fucking, and maybe some costumes and role play on special occasions. She'd never shown any interest in anything kinky. And neither did I, for that matter. Our sex life dying was as due as much to my lack of imagination as it did to her lack of interest in anything new. Laura was more on the kinky side, and she'd opened my eyes to what was possible, and I guess that Jennifer had had her eyes opened too.

So we lay on our sides, with me positioned behind her, and I slipped into her pussy. We started moving back and forth, quickly reestablishing the rhythm that had become second nature during our marriage. I fondled her breasts, tweaking her nipples while we watched Emily, Chris, and Laura in a daisy chain, pleasuring each other. We watched my wife suck her stepson to orgasm, and then watched as Chris started fucking his stepmom, and Emily straddled her stepmom's face. My hand slipped down to rub Jennifer's clit, but her own hands had beat me to it.

"Harder, make me cum," Jennifer told me, so I increased the pace slapping in and out of her.

I lost track of what the others were doing trying to keep myself from going over the falls with the increased friction. Jennifer's pussy felt as good as I remembered it. Pretty soon Jennifer began yelping as little convulsions started, which I knew from experience would lead to bigger ones. I only had to hold on for a few more moments. Then Jennifer started spasming and yelling as her orgasm swept over her. She calmed down and just seemed to collapse, not moving except for her pussy muscles, which insistently kept milking my cock, bringing me to completion.

LAURA'S STORY

The three of us collapsed in a heap. Chris had come; I could feel his cum running down my leg. After a moment or two I repositioned myself so I was sitting with my back against the couch watching my husband fuck his ex-wife. Chris moved up and started sucking my nipples, and Emily leaned against me and put my arm around her, as she watched her parents go at it. 




The Neighborhood Ch. 11



"God, that is so sexy," said Emily. "Watching your parents fuck is kind of cool. I thought I'd be grossed out by it. But it's not like that at all."

I gave her a little squeeze. Chris stopped his sucking to watch too, and three of us saw both his parents cum, and cum hard. 

Emily slipped out from under my arm, and I'll be damned if she didn't go over and start to suck my husband's cum out of Jennifer's pussy. Then she and Jennifer started kissing, swapping the gooey cum back and forth, putting on a little show for all of us. The expression on Jason's face alone was worth it.

But then I was interrupted by Chris, who started kissing me. And pretty soon we were back where we started, only this time it didn't have the passionate insistence of foreplay, but the slow, sensuousness of post-coital bliss. It was very nice. I couldn't believe how Chris, at only nineteen years old, could have become such a good lover. The only explanation that came to mind was that Jennifer must be a very good teacher.

I don't know how long we were kissing, but it was a while, when we were interrupted by someone grabbing my hair and yanking my head away from Chris. It was Jennifer. She had grabbed my hair by the roots, so it didn't really hurt, but it sure got my attention.

"Okay, bitch," said Jennifer. "Now you're going to be punished for taking my husband away from me."

Now, logically I knew that I really had nothing to fear. If she had really wanted revenge, we all wouldn't have been fucking a few minutes before, and besides, she wasn't going to really hurt me in front of her children. But that didn't mean that a wave of terror didn't pass through me. I had dreaded a confrontation with my old boss, and here she was giving it to me.

"Now, I'm going to fuck you while you watch your husband fuck his two children. You don't have a choice in that. But I am going to give you a choice. I can fuck you in the pussy with this," and she held up a massive cock-shaped dildo. I mean massive. It must have been twelve inches long and really thick. It was a monster. "Or I can fuck you in the ass with this," and she held up a smaller, but still pretty-good sized anal dildo. "Which will it be?" 

I didn't say anything.

"C'mon bitch, which is it?"

The big dildo really scared me. 

"The ass," I whispered.

"I didn't hear you."

"I ... I want you to fuck me in the ass," I said, getting the words out a bit louder.

"Okay, then. Chris, go over and you and your dad fuck your sister." Then she proceeded to put the anal dildo on a harness and strapped it on. "Have you ever been fucked in the ass before, bitch?" she said, half question and half threat.

"Yes."

"Good, so I won't have to go so slow. Get on your elbows and knees." 

She started slathering copious quantities of lube all over the dildo. I did as she commanded, and I watched Chris go over and start kissing Emily as her father started eating her out.

Then I felt lube being poured all over my ass crack, and one of Jennifer's fingers spreading it around my sphincter, and then suddenly one of her fingers was inside, working the lube up into my rectum. Then a second finger, probing and loosing up my asshole.

After a few minutes the fingers were withdrawn and I felt the thicker head of the dildo pressing against my asshole, slowly forcing my sphincter open. Despite her threats, she was not going quickly.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" Again, more a threat than a question.

"No."

"Damn, I'll have to go harder."

But she didn't, and I finally realized that the talk was just that. She might still resent me a little, which gave the words a real edge, but she wasn't really going to hurt me, and I really knew that if I asked her to stop, she would.

While Jennifer didn't start slamming me harder, that didn't mean she stopped. Soon two inches of the dildo were inside, then three, the whole thing just slid in. God, it felt good to have that pressure in my rectum. It made everything down there all the more sensitive. Then Jennifer started moving it in and out, fucking me for real, and the stimulation around my anus combined with the alternating filling and voiding feeling to put me in heaven.

I slipped my hand down to my clit, adding that rubbing to attention Jennifer was paying to my rear, and I watched Emily climb atop her father and impale herself on his cock. Then Chris came up behind and started fucking Emily in the ass. That little girl was getting DP'd by her brother and father.

"I've got a vibrator if your hand isn't enough," Jennifer whispered in my ear.

"No ... I got it," was all I could squeeze out, and Jennifer went back to her rhythm, picking up the pace a bit. And pretty soon she was slamming me hard, as she had promised. Really hard. It had just taken her time working up to it. And my god was the wait worth it.

Then I lost it. I came and I came big. Then I blacked out.

I awoke in my Jason's arms, the kids around us.

"We were worried about you for a minute. Are you okay," Jason asked.

"Yes, my God that was fantastic. How long was I out?"

"Not long, not even a minute I think."

"We have to do this again. Not tonight, I mean. But again."

"Don't worry. We will," said Emily. 

She curled up next to me. And that felt really good. I was part of the family now.

Then I noticed we weren't alone. There was a pretty girl sitting next to Jennifer.

"Oh, I'm sorry. This is Rachel from next door. She sometimes joins in our fun," said Jennifer, noticing my confusion.

"I'm sorry. I caught the last few moments of your show," said Rachel. "I didn't realize you were all coming over tonight. I hope you don't mind."

"Rachel is very discreet," said Jennifer. "Rachel, help me in the kitchen. I think everyone needs something to drink." And the two of them left for the kitchen.

The four of us remaining just lay together in blissful silence. Not moving. Not wanting to move. Until Jennifer and Rachel came back with pitchers of water and lemonade, and we all realized how thirsty we were.

Jennifer explained that Rachel was one of the neighbors that played with them. She had told us that some of the neighborhood families were involved, but hadn't told us who. Now she filled us in on some of the details.

Finally Jennifer told us she was exhausted and going to bed. We were welcome to stay in the guest bedroom; she'd made it up in case we wanted to. She kissed Jason and the kids good night, and then came over and gave me a deep French kiss.

"It really is so lovely to have you with us, Laura."

Then I got the biggest shock of the night as Jennifer took Rachel by the hand and they went upstairs to her bedroom. I had no idea.

I was exhausted too, probably more than Jennifer, and the offer of a bed was tempting. But Jason and I had things to talk about, and I figured it was better if we spent some time alone together after fucking someone else, even and probably especially, if they were family. So we kissed the kids good night too and drove home, knowing that this was just the first of many such nights to come.



The Neighborhood Ch. 12



Chapter 12: The block party 

*

CHRIS'S STORY

Toward the end of that summer things came to head with Nicole, my girlfriend. Everything was falling into place for me sexually. I was having great sex with my family and the neighbors and also with Nicole. And all the sex I was having with everyone else made the sex with Nicole so much better. I learned so much that summer, and she got the benefit of it all. Of course, Nicole didn't know anything about the others. Until she found the panties that is.

We were fooling around in my bedroom on afternoon. Nothing serious, or at least it hadn't gotten serious as we were just starting, when she found a pair of used panties wadded up in the sheets on my bed. I'm not even sure whose they were, probably Emily's. But Nicole sure as hell knew that they weren't hers. I didn't know what to say, and she ended up storming out of the house crying.

You might think that it really didn't matter, but I love Nicole. I didn't want to break up with her. And while all the sex with family and the neighbors was great, it wasn't the same as having a girlfriend. Not only is there something more intimate when it's that one special person, but you do lots of stuff with girlfriends that I couldn't do with my family. I mean I could bring my Mom to hang out with my other friends and their girlfriends.

So I had a talk with Mom about what to do, and we hit upon a plan. Actually, it wasn't much of a plan; it was just telling the truth, or part of the truth at least. Mom suggested that if I really wanted to keep her that I tell Nicole that I had been sleeping with Emily, and that they were her panties. Nicole would probably be squicked out by my having sex with my sister, but if I lied and said it was somebody else and I was really sorry and she took me back, she was bound to find out eventually, and that would mean an end to the relationship anyway. But there was a chance that she wouldn't be squicked out. She might not see Emily as a threat like another girl would be. So just maybe she would get used to the idea. It might mean giving up on the family sex and becoming monogamous, but I was ready to pay that price if I had to. I really love her.

But I wouldn't tell her about anyone else. At least not at first. That way if she freaked out and told everyone, the damage would be limited. Besides, Emily and I could always deny it. If Nicole blabbed, we could just say she was trying to hurt me by making up terrible rumors because I had cheated on her. Of course I checked with Emily first and made sure she was cool about me outing her to Nicole, which she was.

And Emily also said, "Chris, don't be surprised if Nicole is okay with all of this. She really loves you, and with a little time and understanding I'll bet she'll come around and accept it. You'd be surprised what women will do to keep a man they love."

It was one of the smartest things Emily had ever said. My little sister had grown up.

So I ended up telling Nicole.

NICOLE'S STORY

I didn't return Chris's phone calls or texts for the next couple days. But he was persistent, not stalkery or anything weird like that, but he sent me a message a couple of times a day saying he just wanted to talk. I was really upset. And I think it was in realizing how upset and betrayed I felt that I realized how much I loved him. Before we even talked I had decided I'd take him back. He was a guy. Guys are dogs. I couldn't punish him too much for what he was, or really I couldn't punish myself for what he was. Not that there wouldn't have to be some major sucking up, favors, and ass-kissing on his part, of course.

So he came over to my house to talk. 

I said I didn't want to know who it was—I figured that would just fuel my jealousy and make things worse—but I wanted to know if it was a one-time or ongoing thing and whether or not he loved her. He said it was an ongoing thing, but he didn't love her, at least not like he loved me. I said that I thought we could work through it.

But then he said that he had to tell me who it was. He wanted to be completely honest and if I knew who it was, I might have a very different opinion. And that even if he stopped having sex with her, which he was willing to do, he couldn't just completely dump her. So I needed to know. I had no idea what the hell he was talking about. Of course he could dump whoever he was sleeping with.

But then he said it was Emily.

I couldn't process it at first. His sister? They both seemed so normal, not hillbillies or perverts. He wasn't the type of guy who had sex with his sister. But it was weird. I wasn't jealous. Confused, yes, but not jealous. I told him that I needed to think about it. This was something I hadn't expected.

That night I had a lot of thinking to do. I really loved Chris, and knew he wasn't sick or perverted. Strangely, I really wasn't jealous at all about Emily. Once I found out it was her, the jealousy just went away. I guess in my gut I knew that what he and Emily had was nothing at all like what he and I had. He couldn't replace me with her. It was weird, if it had been some other girl he was sleeping with, it would have been worse. I'd already decided that I was okay with Chris and his sister; I just didn't realize it yet. It would take some time to get used to the idea was all.

That night I just lay in bed. All I could think about was Chris and Emily. Then I started getting that familiar, warm, gnawing feeling in my gut. I was getting horny. I could feel my pussy start to get wet. All from just thinking about Chris and his sister together. I tried to think about something else, but the images kept coming back. And I kept getting hornier. Finally I gave up and my hand went down to rub my clit, all the while thinking about Chris and Emily. I exploded in the biggest orgasm I'd ever had masturbating.

I called Chris up the next day and said I wanted to come over and talk, and he said to come right over. I didn't let on what I'd decided, which was kind of cruel of me, I guess. But he had to pay somehow for keeping secrets from me. And besides, I wanted to tell him in person.

We went to his room, closed the door, and I just flat out told him that I was okay with sleeping with his sister. He was so happy. I think he was convinced I was going to dump him. 

We started kissing, of course, and one thing led to another. We quickly stripped and just fell naked into each other's arms. We continued to kiss, and I could feel his cock growing hard against my leg. I reached down and gave it a few strokes, and then Chris broke our kiss and moved down to suck on my nipples. But he didn't stay there long, and he kept moving down until he was licking me, eating me out. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed. 

Then the strangest thing happened. Images of Chris fucking his sister started flashing through my brain again. Normally, when if I fantasize when I'm with Chris, it's about Chris or, I confess, some other hot guy fucking me. But mostly I just think about what's being done to me right then and there. That's usually way cooler than anything I can imagine. But this was really hot. Like last night, I couldn't believe how much it was turning me on, and I just couldn't get it out of my head.

Chris is a good pussy eater, and he'd been getting better and better over that summer. Then I realized it was all the practice he'd been having with his sister. And the thought that I was benefiting from his fucking his sister got me even hotter. But good as he is, I needed him inside me.

I grabbed his head and pulled him up to me. I kissed him hard and said, "Fuck me. Fuck me hard." I knew he would be ready. Eating pussy always gets him hard without any extra encouragement needed.

Normally Chris is pretty gentle at first. If we want it hard, he works up to it. But that afternoon he just plunged into me. He held me down by my upper arms and just pounded away. All I could think about was Chris doing that same hard fucking to his sister. I came hard. The best orgasm ever. And then again. And again. And again.

I'd never been multi-orgasmic. All the girls at school talk about multiple orgasms, but before this it didn't happen with me. Once or twice, Chris has given me two in short order, but never more than that. Mostly it's just one, and then I'm done for a while. But this time it was four, and I think there would have been a fifth if Chris hadn't cum too and gone soft.

We were laying there, when a knock came on the door. Chris just said, "Come in," without a thought. We were lying there naked and who knew who was on the other side of the door. It was Emily.

"Hey guys," she said as she plopped down on the bed, laying on the other side of Chris. "I just wanted to check that you two were okay. I can see that you are."

I was mortified. Yes, he'd been fucking her, but I was still getting used to the idea, and having his sister lying next to the two of us, who were naked, and chatting was a lot to get used to. Besides, she had left the door wide open. What if Chris's mom walked by. I'm sure she knew Chris and I had sex, but knowing it and seeing us lying in bed naked, with his sister no less, even if she was wearing clothes, would be a whole nother thing.

"I just wanted to apologize to you, Nicole," Emily continued. "I never meant to come between you and Chris. I hope you know that. I was so upset when I found out I might be the cause of you two breaking up."

"It's okay, Emily," I said. "And just so you know, I've told Chris that if you two want to continue what you've been doing, I'm cool with it."

"Really! That's so cool! Maybe the three of us could play around sometime. She reached over and grabbed Chris's cock. "We could do it now. From the noise you two were making, you two went at it pretty hard. It'll take some work to get him back into form, but Chris is usually up for seconds."

I didn't have time to process that Emily was suggesting a threesome when Mrs. Johansson walked in. She had a laundry basket under her arm.

"Hi, Nicole," she said matter-of-factly. "Chris, I was going to wash some sheets, but since it looks like yours will need washing too I'll just leave all these in the laundry room. When you're done, just throw all the sheets into the washer. I'll put them in the dryer when I get back from the store." And with that, she walked out.

Hadn't she noticed Emily in the bed with us with her hand around her brother's cock. Yes, Emily was clothed, but we weren't. And she still had her hand around Chris's cock now that their mom had left. She had even started stroking it.

"There's some more I need to tell you about our family," Chris said.

Then he and Emily told me everything. Not only were they sleeping together, but they were sleeping with their mom, their dad, and their stepmom. And they were swinging with some of the neighbors. He'd even had sex with guys. I was in a daze again. I'm not sure what was confusing me more, the confessions of incest and swinging, or the fact that Emily was matter-of-factly stroking Chris's cock the whole time they were talking. It was weird, but the stroking exerted a calming influence on me. I just watched her hand move slowing back and forth as I listened. The measured rhythm kept me grounded.

Chris apologized for not telling me everything up front, but he said he didn't think I could take it all at once. And there were privacy issues for other people, if I freaked out and told everyone. And he was right. I don't think I would have accepted it if he'd dropped all those bombs at once. I totally would've freaked out and probably told the whole world.

They paused.

"Is there anything else you haven't told me? You haven't made snuff films or anything like that?"

"No," he smiled at my lame attempt to defuse the tension. "You know everything now."

"And you've had sex with guys?"

"Yes. Does that bother you?"

"You're not gay and going to leave for some guy three months from now, are you?"

"No, I'm not really into guys. I guess I'm sort of bi since I've done it, but I'm attracted to women."

"And you were serious about wanting me to join in the group sex?"

"Yes, I want to share it with you. Do you think you'd want to?"

"I don't know. I'll have to think about that," I lied. I could feel my pussy start to lubricate again at the thought. I already knew that I would join in. "But I'm okay with you doing it, I guess."

"Look," said Emily, who had been stroking Chris all this while. "Poor Chris has been so hard now, for so long. He must be really suffering. Do you want to get him off? Or do you want to watch me do it?"

My pussy contracted in a mini-orgasm as she said the part about watching.

"I'd like to see you go down on your brother," I blurted out.

Emily grinned and did just that. 

I watched the blonde swallow all of her brother's cock in one gulp, and bob her head up and down. I curled up in Chris's arm and just enjoyed the show. It didn't take long for Chris to cum, and Emily caught it all in her mouth, even ensuring that the few drops that remained at the end of his penis were scooped up with her tongue.

Then she really surprised me. She leaned forward and gave me a kiss. As her tongue parted my lips, I could taste Chris's salty cum as she transferred it to my mouth. She hadn't swallowed any of it, saving it all for me.

Finally, Emily broke the kiss and said, "Thanks, Nicole. I'll leave you two alone, now."

Wow! I was drained. But quivering with anticipation. The last few days had been an emotional roller coaster, with revelation after revelation. And it was topped off my first kiss with a girl, in which she slipped me a load of her brother's cum. I couldn't do anything except lay in Chris's arms.

After a few minutes we got up, got up, and wandered downstairs, after Chris put the sheets in the washer, of course. We plopped down in front of the TV. Emily joined us, but sat in another chair. This was so weird. Weird because it was normal. I was just hanging out watching TV with my boyfriend and his sister, while fifteen minutes ago I had been watching her suck him off and then exchanged a cum kiss with her.

Mrs. Johansson came back, and I started feeling a little uncomfortable with the fact that she knew that I knew. I decided to go home, but stopped in the bathroom first. As I came out, Chris's mom was outside the door.

"Nicole, I want to talk with you for a moment."

"Yes, Mrs. J.?"

"Please, call me Jennifer. Chris has told you everything?

"Yes, and I'm okay with it.

"Good. And he's invited you to join us?"

"Yes, I'm still thinking about that part," I said, still keeping up the coy pretense.

"Good. Take your time. There is no pressure and you don't have to do anything you don't want to. I just want you to know that."

"Thanks, I appreciate that."

"Although I, for one, would really like you to join us." And she leaned in to me and gave me a kiss. Not a motherly kiss, but a passionate one. I couldn't help but kiss her back. What was happening to me?

Now I knew I wanted to do this group/family sex thing with Chris. It was no longer because I wanted to keep him as my boyfriend, but I wanted to do it myself. Just the thought of it turned me on. But I was afraid. Face it, sex in front of other people is a pretty daunting idea. I guess you get used to it, but the first time is downright scary.

I didn't go back to the Johansson's house that week. I couldn't trust myself with Emily and Mrs. J. And I didn't want to do anything until I knew I was ready. Chris came over every day and we fucked. And when he wasn't around, I was pretty much masturbating all the time. I was in a constant state of horniness. Finally, I knew that I just had to go for it. So I told Chris.

We talked about whether I wanted to start with a threesome with Emily, or include other family members in my first time. Then Chris happened to mention that the neighbors were throwing a big party that Friday, an orgy really, and there would be like a dozen people there. Instantly, I knew that was what I wanted. I needed to jump in with both feet. Chris wasn't sure if it was cool to invite me, though. He'd have to ask.

I was on pins and needles all that next night. Finally Chris called me back the next afternoon and said we were on for Friday. His mother had talked to the neighbor and vouched for me. He didn't put it in quite those words, but I figured that was what happened. His whole family would be there, including his dad and stepmom, plus the Giamattis, the next-door neighbors were throwing the party, and a couple from down the street. I was a nervous wreck for the rest of the week, in a constant state of horny excitement mixed with sheer terror.

Finally, Friday evening rolled around and at 7 pm I headed over to Chris's house. He was the only one there. His mother and sister had already gone next door to help Lisa, that was the woman throwing the party, to help her set up. Chris stayed behind to wait for me. We had about twenty minutes before we had to walk next door, and I was a wreck. I was shaking. I mean visibly shaking. 

Chris sat me down and said, "We don't have to do this you know. If you're not ready..."

"Don't you dare bail on me now, Christopher Johannson!" I shocked myself with the outburst. "I'm sorry, Chris. I really, really want to do this. I need to do this. I'm just scared."

Chris got me a drink, a glass of wine. He said it would take the edge off. One or two glasses would be good, but that I shouldn't drink too much. Just enough to loosen up. The wine helped. At least I stopped shaking. 

We finally walked next door, going out the back by the pool and coming through the neighbor's backyard. Mrs. J. and Emily were there of course. And Lisa came up and greeted me. She was a stunning woman, tall, blond, and a figure to die for. She could have been a porn star, except she dressed better. Lisa introduced me to everyone that was there. Her kids, Rachel and Matt, and her husband James, who was really good-looking older guy. A week ago, I would have been jealous of Rachel, considering her competition. But I was more confident now. With all this effort Chris was putting into bringing me into this part of his life, I knew that I was the one he wanted most of all. Matt looked like a younger version of his father. I remember thinking that if I hadn't been with Chris, I might have been interested, and then realizing that of course I could have them both. There was also the couple from down the street, Josh and Amanda Taylor. They were in their late twenties, younger than James, Lisa, and Jennifer, but older than us "kids," who were all eighteen or nineteen.

Chris's dad and stepmom arrived a few minutes after we did. That made twelve of us in all.

Chris got me another drink, to make sure I was properly loosened up. But it seemed at first like a pretty normal party. People standing around drinking and talking. Just like a bunch of neighbors gathered for cocktails. But then around eight, Lisa rapped a spoon against her wine glass and got everyone's attention.

"I think we should start making our way upstairs to the playroom," said Lisa.

Chris took me by the hand and said, "you're going to like this." And he led me upstairs to what Lisa had referred to as the playroom. It was a double-sized bedroom, but instead of a bed there was a big sunken pit in the middle. Cushions lined the floor and sides of the pit. It was a room designed for group fucking.

After everyone had trooped upstairs and stood around the room, Lisa clinked her glass again.

"Because one of the awkward things about these gatherings is getting started, I've got an icebreaking activity for us all. And we've got a few new people here tonight, that's Jason, Laura, and Nicole." Suddenly I felt better, knowing that Chris's dad and stepmom were relatively new to all this too and I wasn't the only one. "In this bowl," Lisa continued, holding up a bowl, "are slips of paper with everyone's name. I'll go around the room and ask people to draw out one name, and that will be your first partner for the evening. If you draw your own name or the name of someone who has already been picked, then you draw again. Now the rules are these. You and your partner are to undress each other, then you get to know each other better. What you do to get to know each other better is completely up to you two, and completely voluntary. Remember, you never have to do anything you don't want to. Everyone here is very understanding and no one will take offense if you choose not to something with them. You stay with your partner for half an hour, until 8:30, and then you are free to do anything you want with anyone else who is willing. Then at the end of the evening, when you're all fucked out," this got a laugh from everyone," you get together with the partner you came with and spend some quality time with your lover. Just so you're clear, Laura and Jason you end the evening together, and Chris and Nicole, you two end up together."




The Neighborhood Ch. 12



Lisa walked over to Laura and held out the bowl to her. Laura drew out a name.

"It's Josh," said Laura, holding up the slip of paper.

"Oh girl, you don't know how lucky you are," said Lisa.

I looked over at Amanda and Josh, and saw Amanda grab Josh, give him a passionate kiss, turned him around, and then give him a push across the room toward Laura. Amanda was laughing. It was weird. She was sending her husband off to fuck another woman, and she was happy. 

Suddenly, I got a chill. Who would draw my name? I didn't know most of these people. I barely knew Chris's dad and stepmom. I really only knew Chris, Emily, and Mrs. J. I was terrified.

"Amanda, because your husband got picked, you're next," said Lisa.

Amanda hurried over to Lisa and drew out a slip.

"Matt."

"You two haven't been together yet, have you?" asked Lisa. Amanda shook her head no. "Well, what my son lacks in experience, he makes up for in enthusiasm. Well, I guess Emily is the closest thing to a spouse for Matt, so she draws next."

After drawing her own name and then Laura's, Emily finally picked James, Lisa's husband. Lisa drew next, and got Chris. Chris kissed me as Lisa walked over.

"Don't worry," he whispered to me. "You know I love you."

"You pick next, Nicole," said Lisa

I drew out a slip, it was Jennifer. A wave containing both relief and new terror washed over me. It wasn't a stranger, but it was a woman. I'd never even had a thought about being with another woman. And this was my boyfriend's mother.

"Okay, that means the final pair are Jason and Rachel," announced Lisa. "Okay everyone, let the games begin."

Jennifer, came up to me. 

"Are you ready for this?"

"It's all I can do to keep my knees from shaking."

"Don't worry. We can just watch if you want. No one will mind if you sit out until you're ready. Remember, you don't need to do anything you don't want to. Does that sound good to you?"

I nodded yes.

"Okay, but I think we ought to get out of these clothes. Can you unzip me?"

Jennifer turned her back so the zipper was facing me. I unzipped.

"Now, I'll do you," she said, leaning forward and reaching around with both hands to open the zipper on the back of my dress. Her breasts were right in my face for a moment. "Now, can I take these off your shoulders," she said, hooking her index fingers under the straps of my dress.

A meek "please" was all I could manage. And then the straps were off my shoulders and my dress slipped to the floor. I suddenly exposed, even though I was still wearing underwear, and moved to cover my breasts and crotch with my arms.

"Now how about me?" Jennifer asked.

I reached up and slipped the straps off her shoulders.

"I've got a little more up top than you do," she said. "This dress isn't going to fall down all by itself."

I tugged a little on the dress, pulling it forward and off her breasts so it could drop to the floor like mine did.

"Why don't we do our bras at the same time," she said, again leaning forward and undoing the clasp of my bra, while I undid hers. 

I pulled her bra off her as she did the same to me. We both dropped our arms let the bras fall to the floor as well. I looked at her breasts, large with big brown areolas and nipples the size of pencil erasers. They were much more impressive than mine.

"Oh, your breasts are lovely. So milky white and firm. Do you mind?" Jennifer said holding out her hands to touch them.

"Okay."

She ran the back of her fingers along the underside of my breasts.

"Oh, yes lovely. It's great to be young. Now only one thing left." She dropped to her knees in front of me.

I suddenly felt exposed. I crossed my arms in front of my chest and looked around. Other couples were kissing in various stages of undress. Amanda and Lisa's son Matt were completely naked and already in a sixty-nine. Emily and Lisa's husband James were still fully clothed, but Emily had pulled his dick out of his fly and was giving him head. I looked at Chris. He had his shirt off and was sucking one of Lisa's breasts.

"Is it okay if I take these off too?" Lisa hooked her fingers into the sides of my panties and was looking up at me. 

I nodded. She tugged down, and suddenly my panties were on the floor. I was naked.

Jennifer stood up and said, "Now you finish me up."

I dropped to my knees and pulled Jennifer's panties down to the floor, and she stepped out of them. For a moment I was face to face, so to speak, with her pussy. I was surprised that it was shaved, except for a small patch of neatly trimmed hair over her mons. She was already wet, I could smell the musk, and her lips were starting to engorge and open. I stood up, and I guess I must have had that terrified look on my face.

"Would you like to just watch for a little bit? Just to get used to the idea?"

I nodded.

"Okay, come down here," she said, kneeling and pulling me down. 

We lay at the edge of the pit, resting on the cushions, where we could see all around the room. Jennifer put her arm around me, not in a sexy way, just for comfort.

I looked around for Chris. He was naked too and licking Lisa's pussy. It was strange and exciting watching him service another woman. Strange because I wasn't in the least bit jealous. Excited, because it was hot.

"Have you seen Josh yet?" Jennifer asked.

I turned to look at Josh and Laura. Chris's stepmom was sucking the largest dick I had ever seen. Well that's doesn't say much because before this night I'd only seen three. But it was the largest dick I could imagine. It was huge. Laura could barely get the head in her mouth.

"Would you like to try that?"

"I don't think it would fit," I responded.

"Oh, you'd be surprised how much you can stretch. Josh's cock can touch you in so many places all at once, I don't know how to describe it."

"I'd be too intimidated by that thing."

"Well, maybe not tonight. Josh's cock is advanced stuff. But if you get I chance, I'd recommend sucking on it for a little while. There will be plenty more nights like this one, and others that will be more private and intimate. I'm sure Amanda and Josh would love to have just you and Chris over for a foursome, or just for swapping."

I looked to see what Amanda was doing, and she and Matt were already fucking. She was on her hands and knees and Matt was penetrating her from behind.

"Matt might be more my speed," I suggested.

"Oh, he's delightful," Jennifer said, giving me a little squeeze. And if you'd like to, go for it. But you might want to try out Jason or James first. Don't be intimidated by the fact their older. They can break you into this lifestyle gently, especially James. He's the one that introduced me to it."

I looked over at James and he and Emily were both naked, but were just kissing. Or maybe not just. Emily was stroking his cock and I think James had a finger or two in Emily's pussy. He was definitely playing with it, but I couldn't see if he was penetrating."

"Now if you'd like to try a woman, that is if you'd rather not take your boyfriend's mother out for a spin, I'd recommend Rachel. While she enjoys men, she really has a thing for women, and she can lick pussy like no other. Even better than her mom, and that's saying a lot."

I looked over at Rachel who was sitting on Jason's face. She looked gorgeous, big round boobs with big nipples, which were hard as rocks. I could see that from there. I glanced over at Jennifer and she was looking at Rachel and Jason with a look of sheer lust on her face.

"Is that leer of yours for Rachel or for your ex?"

"Both sort of, but mostly for Rachel. I guess I ought to tell you, because you'll find out soon enough, but Rachel and are sort of a couple these days."

"I didn't know you were a lesbian."

"I guess I would say I'm bi. I still really like a man, but Rachel really does it for me too. And not just in bed. She's really a sweet girl. I don't know how long it's going to last, but I'm having fun. Don't you think I deserve that?"

"Of course you do." I put my arm around her and squeezed her back.

"Now it's almost 8:30. We can stay and keep talking, and then when you're ready, you can head off and explore. Or, if you'd like, we could fool around a bit to get you warmed up."

That was it. The moment of truth. I was so damn horny, but also so damned scared. I looked at Jennifer. She was smiling, very mom-like. A hot mom, to be sure, but mom-like. That thought got me even more excited. I realized then that if I chickened out with Jennifer, I'd chicken out with everyone else.

"I'd like to fool around a little, but I don't know how to start. I've never been with a woman before," I heard myself saying.

"That's okay. Let me take care of that." She leaned in and kissed me, like the other night at her house, but this time she crushed her body against mine. Her breasts were rubbing against mine. I could feel a trickle of my vaginal juices running down my leg. God, I wanted this so bad. I started kissing her back.

After a bit Jennifer broke the kiss and took one of my breasts in her mouth, flicking her tongue around the nipple before diving in and sucking. A shock and through me, and my pussy spasmed. It was like there was a wire connected between my nipple and my clit. I've had my tits sucked before; Chris loves to do it, and while it always felt good, it was never like this. I don't know if it was because it was a woman, or if I was so damn horny that I was just operating on a new level of excitement.

I felt Jennifer's hand cup my pussy as she continued to suck on my breasts. At first just light pressing her palm against my mons and her fingers against my outer lips. Then she started moving her middle finger, stimulating and opening my lips. God, it felt so good, and she wasn't even touching my clit. Then she slid her middle finger into my vagina and curled it up so she could touch my g-spot. I knew where the g-spot was supposed to be, but no one had ever touched me there. I hadn't even tried to do it while masturbating. Then Jennifer lifted her palm off my mons, allowing her thumb to flick back and forth across my clit. I started writhing in pleasure, and I wasn't even cumming yet.

Jennifer backed off a bit and kissed me again.

"My god girl, you're excited. You're about to burst."

"I know. It's never felt like this before," I panted.

"I know something that's a little slower on the buildup, and it'll pleasure us both. Spread your legs a little more."

I complied, and she wrapped both her legs around my right leg.

"Now do the same to me."

Which I did. Our pussies were inches away from each other, pressing against each other's thighs. Then Jennifer began to rock back and forth, rubbing her pussy against my thigh and kissing me. I got the idea and started doing the same. The tribbing was less intense than her fingers, but it felt good. And having our bodies crushed against each other while we kissed didn't suck either.

We did that for what must have been about five minutes, when the pleasure started to become more intense, and I could tell I was building to an orgasm. Then the dam burst as spasm after spasm hit me. It just kept going. I don't know how many orgasms I had, but it sure beat my record from earlier in the week.

When I finally came down, I was still in Jennifer's arms and our legs were still intertwined. I smiled at Jennifer.

"Did you cum too?" I asked. 

"No, I wasn't as excited to start as you were."

"I want you to feel pleasure too."

"Oh my dear, don't worry about that. The night's early, and I plan to have several orgasms. You're not going to orgasm with every person you're with tonight. If you did, we'd be taking your to the hospital with a coronary. And I did have a lot of pleasure, I just didn't have an orgasm, not yet."

Then I noticed we weren't alone. Emily and James had joined us. 

"Mom, if you don't mind, I'd like to eat your pussy," said Emily.

"Are you okay, Nicole?"

"Oh, I'm more than okay." 

And with that, Jennifer spread her legs for her daughter. I watched as Emily just dove in, alternating between thrusting her tongue into her mother's pussy and lapping away at her clit. I felt a man's arms around me, as James gathered me into his embrace. We both watched the mother and daughter for a few moments. Then James started lightly kissing me on the shoulder. I turned and we started kissing for real. James's hand touched my pussy, and I jumped. I was still way too sensitive down there.

"Sorry," he said.

"That's okay. Just give me a few more minutes. But this kissing is just wonderful." I reached down and took his cock in my hand. It was semi-erect. I don't know if he had come with Emily earlier, but if he had, he was almost ready for round two. I stroked him to hardness as we kissed. 

I thought about giving him some head, but being in his embrace was just too nice and I didn't want to give it up. I shifted so my pussy could rub against his cock. No shock. I was ready for round two. So I just slipped it in me, and James started stroking in and out. We just stared into each other's eyes as we slowly fucked. It was intense. After a few minutes, James picked up the pace and we worked ourselves up into quite a rhythm. I came first, not nearly as intense as the first time with Jennifer, but quite satisfying. And James spurted a minute or so after I came.

Then Lisa was next to us.

"If you don't mind, I like to suck my husband's cum out of the pussy of a woman he's just fucked. It's a little kink of mine. Can I?

I smiled and spread my legs. Lisa dove in and I experienced a woman eating my pussy for the first time. It wasn't much different than a man, except no razor stubble. Then I remembered what Emily had done to me the other day, so I grabbed Lisa's head and pulled her up to me, kissing her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth to scoop out James's cum. Lisa scooped right back and we went on exchanging cum kisses and basically making a mess of our faces. I started giggling, and Lisa did too.

I was thirsty, and I decided I needed a break. There was a bar in one corner of the room where water, iced tea, wine, and some liquor were set out. I went for the water. Josh was sitting nearby, also with a glass of water in his hand, so I sat next to him and leaned my head against his shoulder.

"Taking a break?" I said.

"Yup. You just can't do this continually. You having fun?"

"Oh yeah."

I sneaked a look down at his cock. It was soft, but it was still huge. Then I looked around at what everyone else was doing. Jennifer had donned a strap-on and was fucking her daughter doggie style. Lisa and James were taking a break like Josh and I were, only they were talking and kissing, not paying attention to the others. Josh was watching his wife Amanda being fucked in the ass by Chris's dad. Josh had a big smile on his face watching that. That surprised me. Anal was something I hadn't thought of. Not tonight for me, I instantly decided. I didn't want my first assfucking to be at an orgy. I'd save that for Chris some night when we were alone. Rachel and Laura, Chris's stepmom, were locked in a sixty-nine. And right next to them was something that made my jaw drop. Chris was giving head to Matt. 

Chris had said he'd had sex with other guys. But hearing it and watching it are too different things. I felt that familiar pussy spasm again, and more juice ran down my leg. I started to move my hand down to rub my clit, then I got a better idea, and although I wasn't sure of the etiquette, I took Josh's hand and placed it on my pussy. Josh got the hint and started rubbing, first the lips, and then feeling how wet I was, started massaging my clit. I reached down and grabbed that massive cock and started stroking. We just sat there, my head in his chest, drinking water, diddling each other, and watching our significant others have sex with someone else.

Over in the pit people were starting to switch up. James joined Chris and Matt, and after a bit of kissing, he started to fuck his son. Rachel came over, dropped on all fours in front of Chris and he started fucking her. So Chris and James were both fucking James's kids. Jennifer and her ex-husband were in missionary, and Lisa, Amanda, Laura, and Emily had formed a daisy chain in the middle of the pit.

That left me and Josh. I had sat down mainly to get a better look at that cock of his. Curiosity really. But now I was kind of stuck. I knew I wasn't obligated to do anything, but I figured what the hell. Josh had probably had lots of women who had trouble taking him inside. If worst came to worst, I surely wouldn't be the first.

"Would you like me to go down on you?" I asked.

"I couldn't think of anything nicer."

So I got between his legs and tried to get that massive member in my mouth. I did better than I thought I would. I could get the whole head in and maybe another inch. It wasn't bad at all. It was so thick that I couldn't get it deep enough for the gag reflex to kick in. And I had played trumpet in high school marching band, so breathing through my nose while my mouth was occupied was not problem at all. But I found it was much better not to try to suck, but rather to run my mouth and tongue along the shaft. Josh hmmmed appreciatively when I did that. I also pushed his cock against his stomach and went to work on his balls for a while. They were kind of sweaty and covered with God knows whose dried juices, but it wasn't as bad as I'd feared it would be. One of my apprehensions had been fears of sticky, bodily substances everywhere. And while there were sticky, bodily substances everywhere it wasn't gross. It was just human and sexy. 

I had gotten Josh hard and then some, and that familiar spasm hit me again.

"Would you fuck me?" I asked him.

"You don't need to ask," he said smiling.

"Just go slow. I've never had anything nearly this big."

"Don't worry. I've had a lot of experience at this."

And with that he picked me up and laid me down on the floor of the pit, near where Amanda was eating out Emily in the daisy chain. Amanda stopped her licking for a moment, reached out and squeezed my hand, giving me a smile and permission to fuck her husband. Then I felt the head of Josh's cock rub against my pussy lips. Of course, I had been wet for hours now and been fucked once—or was it twice? I couldn't remember. And did Jennifer count as a fucking? I'd had multiple orgasms in any case—so I was ready for it and my lips easily opened up and surrounded the tip of his cock. Then he pushed forward. Not hard, not fast, just a little pressure. The head easily slipped past my labia, and started poking into my vagina. That's where it was a bit tight, but to my surprise my vaginal walls expanded nicely to accommodate it. It didn't hurt at all, which was what I had expected. But he did fill me like no one ever had before. Before I knew it, the head of his cock banged against my cervix. That did hurt, but just a little. I must have grunted or grimaced, because Josh immediately withdrew about half an inch. I looked down and I had all but about two inches of that monster inside me. I couldn't believe it.

Then Josh began slowly thrusting back and forth. My God! That was amazing! I usually have to use my hand to rub my clit when Chris is fucking me, but Josh was so damn big that he touched everything all at once. Jesus, did that feel good!

Josh picked up the pace, and I started thrusting back to match his movements. I came once, but Josh didn't stop, and after a minute I was through that orgasm and working my way up to the next. I guess I was nearly fucked out for the evening, because it was a long time coming. Josh too, seemed in no hurry to cum. So we just pounded away.

Then Josh suggested I flip over and that we do it doggie style. He said he could probably get the extra two inches in that way. I was happy to oblige, and he pulled out and I got on my hands and knees. My face was inches away from Emily's pussy. I guess she had cum, because Amanda was no longer at work at her, but Amanda just looked into my eyes while her husband fucked me. It was weird and sexy at the same time. A couple that was so confident in each other that they could freely give themselves over to other people. I hoped Chris and I were like that, and I think I knew that we were.




The Neighborhood Ch. 12



Josh was right. He could get all of him into me. I could feel his hips slam into mine with each thrust. Emily moved over a few inches so her pussy was right in my face. I'd never eaten a pussy before, but I figured what the hell. It was night of firsts. I tried, but Josh's slamming, and we had really built up a head of steam at this point, made it impossible to get in all but a few licks here and there. Eating pussy in earnest would probably have to wait for another night. But Emily's musky odor and the proximity of her sex set me off. Two orgasms, one right after the other. And with the second, Josh groaned and came.

Amanda came up behind me and started licking my pussy, mopping up all of Josh's cum that she could reach. Emily cuddled me.

"I can't believe you took all of Josh like that," she said. "I can only get about half in."

By this point everybody was pretty much fucked out. Amanda turned to Josh and they started kissing. I looked around. Matt was holding Emily in his lap, who was holding me. Rachel and Jennifer were lying together kissing. James and Lisa were in each other's arms. They had been watching Josh and me. Jason and Laura were slowly fucking each other, paying attention to no one else. Chris was sprawled out on the other side of the pit. A big grin on his face.

I crawled over to him, too tired to stand and walk, and curled up into his arms.

"I had no idea that sex could be like this," I said. "So open and giving, and so loving at the same time. I'm too tired right now to actually do it, but believe me when I say that I want to fuck you so badly. You're in for a treat in about twelve hours."

"I can't wait," he said.

THE END

[This is the last installment of this series. I don't have any plans to continue it at the moment. Which is not to say that I might eventually come back to it in the future if the urge strikes me and I have an intriguing story idea. I do have other stories that I'm working on, and you should be seeing these in coming days, weeks, and months.

And I'd like to thank all those who've commented on the series, both publicly and privately in email to me. Not only is it nice to be appreciated, but you've given me some story ideas.]



The Neighborhood Dinner Party



My name is Mandy. My husband Joe and I live in a two-story house in a nice quiet neighborhood. The neighbors are all very friendly and care about each other.

Tina and Jack are our next door neighbors, and are always having nice quiet dinner parties. There are usually twelve or so couples in attendance at these parties. They are having a party tonight. We were invited but felt like staying home tonight.

Sometimes Joe and I will turn out our bedroom lights and sit on the balcony, watching the stars. We have always enjoyed our quiet times. We will sit for hours in silence just enjoying each others company. Tonight is one of those times. We showered, got ready for bed, turned the lights off, and went outside to the balcony, to watch the stars.

We had been on the balcony for about an hour when we saw a light come on in the neighbor's bedroom window. The curtains were open. We could see into their room. Tina and Jack were so wrapped up in each other that they didn't seem to notice the open curtains. We sat for a few moments watching what was happening in the room. Normally we would have gone inside, but we couldn't draw ourselves away from what they were doing. 

Tina started kissing Jack's neck then moved to his chest. Jack was caressing her breasts as she kissed and nibbled his nipples. Slowly Tina kissed a path down his stomach down to his hard cock. Tina took his cock in her mouth and started sucking it slowly. I looked over at Joe and could see he was aroused by what he was seeing. I reached over and started rubbing his hard cock. I heard him gasp with pleasure. Joe looked in my eyes and knew I was as aroused as he was. We turned back to the window and continued to watch Tina and Jack in their love making.

Tina stood and walked to the bed. Jack started kissing her neck and slowly kissed down to her breasts. There he took a nipple in his mouth and started sucking lightly. Tina leaned her head back to fully expose her breasts. Jack started kissing down her stomach slowly trailing kisses down to her inner thighs, kissing his way to her pussy. Jack inserted two fingers in her pussy as he licked her clit. This whole scene was making me so aroused I started rubbing Joe's cock faster. He reached over and started rubbing my pussy, inserting two fingers inside me. It felt so good to be watching them as Joe fingered me.

Jack stood and walked to the side of the bed, and Tina took his cock in her mouth. Jack reached under a pillow and withdrew a dildo. He inserted it in her pussy and started fucking her while she sucked his hard cock. This really excited us. We love using toys during sex. It just never occurred to us that anyone around here also played with them. Jack then took the dildo out of her pussy and started fucking her ass with it, getting faster and harder as he fucked her. 

Jack lay down on the bed and Tina climbed on top of his hard cock with the dildo still in her ass. Tina started pumping his hard cock and riding him hard. This was too much for us; we were so excited that we started fucking on the balcony. The thought of someone seeing us fucking excited us even more. Soon we didn't care. We were fucking like wild animals. We glanced at Tina and Jack and they looked as if they were going to cum any minute. We watched them as they came together and we came just as Tina slid down hard on Jack's cock. We laid there for a few minutes cuddling, then went inside and climbed in bed. We fell asleep holding each other.

The next morning the doorbell rang. It was Tina and Jack. We invited them in for tea. As we were drinking out tea and chatting, they asked if we would like to join them for a dinner party that evening. We said we would love to join them. Tina told us it started at 7:00 and that dress was casual.

All day we agonized over whether to tell them we had seen them last night, but decided not to say anything. We didn't want to embarrass our neighbors, or ourselves.

We arrived at their house around 7:15. Joe first handed Jack a bottle of red wine and then handed Tina a bouquet of flowers. There were already eight other couples there. Tina told us, they were expecting four more couples and an old friend of Jacks. As the party progressed everyone was mingling and having a great time. When the last of the guests showed up, fashionably late, dinner was served. After the meal, we all went into the den for a drink. Jack announced it was time to play some games and have some fun.

Tina led everyone to the basement playroom. The playroom had enough space to contain three of our master bedrooms. There was an entertainment center that filled one wall. On it was a TV, VCR, and shelves lined with movies. There was a pool table in the middle of the room, two sofas, and plenty of chairs for everyone. Off to the right there was a set of large double doors, and to the left, was what looked like it would be a bathroom. 

During the next hour I heard the other guests ask Tina if she thought I would go along with what they had planned for the evening. Tina told them she believed I would. She proceeded to tell them how we had watched them having sex the night before and we seemed to enjoy it. I was so embarrassed. I couldn't believe they knew we were watching.

Tina saw how embarrassed I was. She came over and put her arm around my shoulder. She asked me to join her in the smaller room off to the left. I followed her into the room and she patted the bed for me to have a seat. I sat down beside her and she told me they knew we were on the balcony and that's why they left the curtains open. Tina told me they had watched us fuck a few times. They were glad to see that we enjoyed the same type of sex play they did. I was too shocked to figure out how they had seen us fucking. 

Tina put her arms around me and said she was sorry for embarrassing me in front of the others. She then told me she was going to kiss me. And, she did, a soft gentle kiss. At first I didn't return the kiss. But, as she kissed me, I wanted more. I wanted to feel her tongue in my mouth, to taste her. As she was kissing me, she reached her hand inside my blouse and started rubbing my tits. This sent shivers down my spine. She bent her head and started sucking my nipples. Oh, how good it all felt. As she was sucking my tits she reached her hand under my skirt. Tina started fingering my pussy. I felt like I was going to explode. Tina got on her knees in front of me and started licking my pussy. I couldn't hold back any longer, I came hard. She licked every drop of it and whispered how sweet I was.

Tina told me our husbands were talking and she wanted to let me know what tonight is about. Tina explained how she and her husband have wanted to fuck me for a long time. She told me that tonight was going to be a fuck fest, and by the end of the evening everyone here will fuck me, if I agree. I asked if Joe knew what was supposed to happen. She explained how it was his idea, but if I said no then it would not happen. I told her that I was a little afraid. She told me to just relax. We weren't going to just start with hardcore fucking. We would work up to the real fun. Tina reached over and started rubbing my tits again, then kissed me softly. She then told me, we need to join the others.

As we walked out of the room, my eyes found Joe and he knew my answer. A big smile crossed over his face and I blushed. I sashayed over to one of the sofas and sat to watch a movie. The movie playing had one couple fucking. Another couple joined them. After a while they switched partners. Tina came and sat beside me and started playing with my tits again, god she was good at that. Another woman sat down and started kissing me and playing with my pussy. I couldn't believe how great this all felt. I looked for Joe. I found him. He was watching every move and extremely enjoying the whole scene. I was moving "excited" to a new level and only wanted more. With two women touching me so sensually, another came up and inserted a dildo in my pussy. When they saw how hot I was they motioned for one of the men to come over, he walked up and worked his cock in my mouth. I started sucking him and loving all the things being done to me. The woman with the dildo took it out and another man shoved his big hard cock in my pussy. I thought I would cum, but they had other plans for me. Suddenly they all stopped and told me to be patient.

Jack came to me and told me to stand. He walked me to the double doors. Jack said if I wanted to stop, now was the time. Once he opened the doors there was no turning back. He told me, behind these doors lay total abandon, and that I would be tonight's prize for everyone to enjoy. I would no longer be able to exercise a will of my own. I would have no choice on anything that happens. I panted heavily. There was no way I was going to turn back. I was ready for anything they could dream of.

Jack pushed the huge double doors open. I could not believe what I saw. There were all sorts of sexual implements in the room. There were places to be tied while standing, lying down and every other position you could imagine. There was a barrel where they bend you over and tie you so they can fuck your ass. There was a dildo mounted on a saddle, which, in turn, was then mounted on a mechanical bull. I could imagine how it would fuck you when turned on. There was a machine with a dildo attached. When it was turned on it shoved the dildo in and out of its victim. I was beginning to steam just thinking about all of these options. I was glad I didn't have to choose.

As I stepped inside the room, my reality changed. There was a man standing with a riding crop close to the door. He told me to strip and get on my hands and knees. I took my clothes off and got down as instructed. Next he told me to spread my legs. As I did this he swatted my ass with the riding crop. I was shocked by the pain and the ecstasy. He told me I was now his slave, to do with as he pleases. I was to call him Sir. 

Sir then told me to crawl over to the bed where Joe was laying. When I got to the side of the bed, Sir told me to suck Joe's cock. I had never been told what to do before, especially not to Joe. I found it aroused me even more. I started sucking his cock, I love sucking his cock. Sir came up behind me and swatted my ass again and told me to stand. I was next directed to sit on Joe's cock and fuck him. I was very glad to do this, Joe has a big cock and I love it. As I was fucking my husband, someone came up behind me and leaned me forward. I felt a cock being forced up my ass. At first it hurt, I had never had anything this big in my ass. As they started moving together it felt heavenly. I have always wanted this, but could never tell Joe about my dark desires. It felt so good. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, another man came over and put his cock in my mouth. It was so fucking hot. I sucked him like I was dying of thirst. My brain was spinning out of control. I was feeling great and I wanted more.

Sir told Joe and the others to stop. He pulled me off the bed. I stood waiting on what was to come next. I didn't have long to wait. I was led to the mechanical bull, and forced to mount it. Once I had the dildo fully seated inside my pussy, Sir turned it on low. As it started moving up and down the dildo started fucking me. I loved every minute of it. Sir turned it up a level. This made it move faster and harder, it felt so good I thought I would cum. I had to get one of these. Sir turned the bull up again. It was fucking me really hard and fast. It was really starting to hurt. I let a whimper slip out. Sir heard me and turned it down a level and told me to fuck it like the slut I am. Now, I love to be called dirty names during sex and this was no different. It made me hotter than before. Sir saw that I was enjoying it so he turned it up once more. The dildo was fucking me so hard I thought I would explode. When Sir sensed I was ready to cum, he turned it back to the first, gentle setting, and then stopped it.

Sir summoned three men to come and take me to the barrel. Once they had me tied one of the guys started fucking my ass, another shoved his cock in my mouth, the last was sucking on my tits. I felt like I was on a cloud. They all stopped and switched places, and soon I was fucking and sucking again, and boy was I loving it. Sir commanded them to stop, and untie me. I thought they were finished with me for the night. Boy was I wrong. 

Sir told Tina to blindfold me. I had always wanted to try that. I had heard how it intensifies your senses. After I was blindfolded, I was led to a table. Someone picked me up and flipped me on my stomach. I had no idea what was going to happen next, but I was very aroused. My arms and legs were tied down. I was open at all angles. Someone walked up to the table beside me, and soon I felt the swats begin across my back, legs and ass, with each I felt more excited and definitely a lot wetter. 

Sir stopped hitting me. I felt someone shove their cock in my ass. A swat across my back, oh it felt so good. I sensed someone was standing at my head. I soon had a big hard cock in my mouth. Another swat, this time it came across the back of my thighs. I was sucking the cock hungrily. The two men started fucking with rhythm. My ass and mouth played a wet symphony of lust. Sir would swat me every time they pulled back. I was ready to cum. I needed to cum, and so did the anonymous men. Sir told me to keep fucking and sucking those cocks, harder, harder. I could just whimper with pleasure at the feel of these big cocks I was enjoying. 

Sir shouted at me, "Cum bitch! "

"My, you are such a little slut."

"Suck all that juice and fuck that big cock with your ass."

"Cum bitch, cum for me now!"

With the last words, Sir hit me hard across the back and as commanded, I came. I felt like I was exploding with pleasure. Sir told me what a good slut I was and how we were going to have a lot of fun tonight.

Tina came and removed the blindfold. Two others untied my arms and legs. Once I regained feeling in the extremities, and finally my balance, Joe helped me off the table. He whispered softly in my ear "Baby I am so proud of you. I have wanted to see this for so long and now it's happening." Joe told me "you are such a great fucking slut, and you'll be my little whore before the night is over." I felt so loved.

Tina came up and tenderly led me into the bathroom off to the side of the room. She then ran a tub of hot water and told me to relax. I had been fucking and sucking for 4 hours and my body needed to rest. Tina said no one had been able to take so much for so long before, and I was doing great. I started heating up all over again. Tina must have sensed this, because she patted my hand and said "patience love, you'll get all you want, the party is just starting". I leaned back in the tub and enjoyed the heat working into my muscles. I must have dozed off. When Tina came in, she startled me awake. The water was now barely warm. Tina asked if I was ready for more. I told her I was always ready.

When I entered the room, Joe was waiting for me by the bed. Sir told me to go to him and to lie down. As I passed by Sir, He swatted my ass with the crop, smiled and said "You like that don't you slut." I put on a show as I walked to the bed and lay down. As I looked in Joe's eyes, I saw pure raging desire. Sir directed a woman to come and fuck me with her strap-on dildo. When she came close I noticed it was bigger than any cock that had ever fucked me. I must have moved. Sir came up to me and swatted me across my tits with the crop. He then told me to be still. The woman knelt between my thighs and started working the huge strap-on in to me. She told me to relax and enjoy it. She snickered about how much she was going to enjoy me. Soon the woman was fucking me hard and fast. Joe and I were both enjoying it very much.

Soon, Sir maneuvered two women to suck my tits. As they began their suckling, I knew it couldn't get any better than this. Again Sir proved me wrong. He had another woman come sit on my face. Now, I have never eaten pussy before and I begged "Please, Sir not that." Sir turned to me, laughed. "You will eat her pussy and love it, you little bitch. You are such a slut." His words made me so hot I didn't care anymore. The woman came and straddled my face. She smelled sweet, so I started tentatively licking her pussy. It was marvelous. I stuck my tongue inside her and licked it. I loved it. Love it so much, I didn't care if I drowned in her flowing juices. The woman fucking me grinned and said I was a good cunt. She obviously loved fucking me hard. She started fucking me harder and faster. I loved it. The harder she fucked me the hungrier I became. As more cum flowed in to my mouth I wanted to fuck back on the dildo harder. The woman sitting on my face came and I sucked every drop of her cum. Sir told a different woman to sit on my face. I was more than ready for her. I ate her like I was starving for girl cum. Sir said "That's it cunt eat that pussy, show everyone what a nice slut you are."

The woman fucking me asked Sir if he thinks I need to be ass fucked as well. Sir told everyone to stop for a minute. He then told her to lie down and for me to climb on her fat fake cock. I did as I was told. Soon a woman came up behind me. Her strap on was almost as big as the one punishing my pussy. Sir swatted my ass and told me to lean forward. I did this with joy. The woman shoved the cock up my ass. I must have been very wet, because nothing tore. I screamed from the shock of such a large thing going in my ass. Sir hit me across my back. He hit me again and told me that he didn't care if it hurts. He told me to scream anytime I felt like it, that the more I screamed the better it gets…for him.

The woman took the cock out of my ass then shoved it back in hard, I screamed again, every time I screamed she would take it out and shove it in harder. I started enjoying it so much that all thoughts of pain vanished. The women fucking me smiled and started fucking me harder than before. I loved it so much, I felt like I was going to cum. Sir must have seen it in my eyes. He told them to stop. When they stopped, I moaned and gyrated with my whole body. I begged for more. Everyone started laughing and complimented Sir on how great he was at bringing out the slut in women. Sir turned to me, told me I was going to get all the fucking I could stand and then some.

Sir told the women to fuck me harder than they had been, and not to stop until He said to. They both started fucking me so hard, I felt like I was being ripped apart. I loved it. The women called me a whore and a slut. This only made me crazier. They told me I would fuck anything I could find. I think they were right. The woman in my ass said she has a few friends who would love to have fun with me. She yelled "Come on bitch fuck my cock" as she slammed it in all the way as hard as she could. I loved every thing being done to me, and never wanted it to end.

Sir told the women that it was someone else's turn. They were disappointed, but stopped fucking me. Both smiled and told me that I was a natural fucking slut. Sir told Joe to come to me and do anything he wanted. Joe looked at me, grinned, and told me to get on my knees. Once in the correct position, Joe took two large dildos, shoved one in my ass and slammed the other in my pussy. He asked Sir to fuck my ass with one. Joe asked Tina to fuck my pussy with the other one. Joe then came and shoved his cock in my mouth all the way to the root. He told me to suck him like the slut I am. I was glad to suck his cock, I love doing that for Joe. Sir started fucking my ass while Tina pumped my pussy. I thought I would die from the pleasure. Sir fucked me so hard that I was being moved around on the bed. Joe and Tina had to continually reposition just to keep time with Sir. Soon Joe was cumming and I was swallowing every drop of his cum. When Joe finished, Sir and Tina stopped fucking me.




The Neighborhood Dinner Party



Sir told Tina to chain me to the bed posts. Tina raised my arms and chained the over my head, then spread my legs as far as they would go, and chained them to the posts. He then told Jack to do what he wanted to me. Jack is a big man and I had no idea what was on my neighbors mind. I soon found out. Jack came to me with two bottles of champagne. One he opened and poured over my body. He started licking me all over. I had never had such sensations before. It felt awesome. When he got to my pussy he started licking and sent a shiver down my spine. 

Jack took the other bottle of champagne shook it, opened it, and shoved it in my pussy. I could not believe how good that felt. He started fucking me with the bottle. The champagne sprayed into me and bubbled out. Jack took the bottle out and then inserted a huge dildo in my pussy. It was the biggest one of all. He told Tina to come fuck me with it. He went behind me and shoved his cock in my ass. Tina started licking my champagne flavored pussy while she fucked me with the dildo. Jack moaned as he fucked my ass. Jack told me he had been waiting for a long time to fuck me, and he was going to make me beg for more. Tina smiled up at me and flicked my clit with her tongue, it sent shivers down my spine and I moaned. 

Jack told Joe to join them. When Joe came to me, Jack told him to put the clamps on my nipples and tighten them. I was introduced to a new kind of pain. When Joe finished this task, Jack told him to light a candle and drip the wax on my tits. Joe loved every minute and so did I. What was happening to me? I didn't care any more. The wax was hot and burned a bit, but it felt great, my tits were covered with wax. Sir came to me and started whipping my tits with the crop. The wax flew off in little opaque flakes. I could not believe how aroused I was getting. Jack told Tina to fuck me as hard as she could. Tina looked a bit shocked at the request. Jack knew she could fuck me very hard while I was tied like this. Jack told her to do it now, Tina started fucking me so hard I came up off the floor. Jack kept pace in my ass while Tina fucked me so hard i screamed. They slammed in to me again and again.

I looked at Joe and he was glowing at all he was witnessing. He loved seeing me being treated like a fucking slut, while being made to do everything. Joe told me that this was the best sex he had ever had. We were going to do it anytime he wanted. Sir told Jack and Tina to fuck me harder. He knew I wasn't ready to cum yet. They fucked me harder and faster. Sir picked up a dildo about an inch in diameter and handed it to Tina. He told her to shove it in with the other one. As she did, I was told I screamed from the pain. I don't remember. Joe and Sir smiled at my screams, they loved it. Sir handed Joe a clothes pin and told him to put it on my clit. Tina stopped fucking me long enough for Joe to attach it and then resumed fucking me hard. This caused more screaming. Now everyone in the room was enjoying my screams. Jack and Tina started fucking me as hard as they could. I was being lifted off the floor with the force of their strokes. I soon stopped feeling any pain and started fucking them instead of them fucking me.

This made Joe so hot that he started jerking off standing beside me. When he came it shot on me and ran down to my pussy, Tina started licking it off me and swallowing it. Sir started whipping my tits again when He saw I was ready to cum. He told me that I am the biggest slut He had ever seen. Sir promised there would be many more nights like tonight. That was all it took, I came so hard my whole body shook. When I stopped shaking, Sir told them to unchain me. When joe took off the nipple clamps I screamed, and i screamed louder one last time, when he removed the clothes pin from my clit. As the blood rushed back in to my numb nipples it brought pins and needles of fire. I orgasmed again.

Sir told me to lie on the bed and to relax. This I did gladly. When I laid down everyone gathered around the bed. All the men started stroking their cocks. The women started sucking my tits, fingering my pussy and taking turns sitting on my face. When Sir told the women to move away, I knew what was coming next. All the men were getting ready to cum on me. The first, shot it on my face, then another, soon they were coming all over my body. After the last one came, Sir told the women to lick me clean. They started at my face and ended at my pussy. I didn't think I could cum again but as they were licking me I came and came hard.

Tina led me to the bathroom and ran a tub of hot water. This time I had to have help getting into the tub. Tina told me that it had been another 6 hours of sex and that she loved watching me get fucked. Tina told me to soak for a while. I had been in the tub for an hour when Tina came back in. She held out a towel for me. She wrapped her arms around me. 

As we entered the room, everyone was waiting for us. They all came and hugged me. They told me they were very glad to have been allowed to join us. They said anytime I wanted to do it again to please let them know. I told them, I loved every minute and would love to have them all do this again. Joe put his arms around me and told me he loved me. Joe told me that I am the best wife a man could have, and that he was glad that I enjoyed it so much. He told me next time things would be different in some ways. He said there are all kinds of other things he wants to try. I told Joe that I love him more than anything in this world, and thank you for making my fantasy a reality. Joe told everyone that they are welcome to join us when we do this again. Joe told them that anything they wish to do is fine with him, as long as they do not hurt me other than the kind of hurt I enjoy. 

Joe told everyone thank you for everything they had done too make this happen. He then asked me if I was ready to go home. I told him I was ready to make love to him. He laughed and told everyone what I had said. They all smiled a knowing smile and said good night. As we were leaving Tina handed Joe a video of the events of this evening. She kissed my cheek and said she loved fucking me. I told her that I loved it too.

It has been five years since that party and we have been to so many parties and done so many things, some to wild to tell you about, but maybe someday.



The Neighborhood: Family Reunited



 (All characters portrayed in the story, whether specifically identified as such or not, are over the age of 18. To the fans of the first three installments, sorry that this has taken so long, but quite honestly, some of my other work was receiving such positive feedback that I concentrated on those stories. If you have enjoyed this series and would like to see more in this genre, please comment or contact me. Thanks as always for reading my work. Enjoy.)

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"Miss Jordan? Your father will see you now."

Kim Jordan looked up from the fashion magazine she was reading to see her father's young secretary smiling at her and holding open the heavy oak door leading to her father's office. She stood and smoothed the wrinkles from her skirt and then turned to examine herself briefly in the large mirror hung over the waiting room couch.

She had gone to some effort to present a more business like air than her normal casual attire. Today she wore a white silk blouse with a low cut scoop neckline, paired with a form hugging black skirt, hose and three inch heels which raised her height to almost 5 and a half feet. Her blonde hair was gathered up and pinned on top of her head, making her look even taller. She checked her silhouette and satisfied with her appearance, headed for the door.

Kim could feel the eyes of the twenty-something secretary sweeping over her curvaceous figure as she headed for the door. Since she had purposefully gone without a bra that day, Kim knew that the secretary was probably appreciating the bounce and jiggle of her large, firm boobs beneath the sheer silk blouse. The temperature in the office had tightened her nipples, causing them to jut out sexily against the fabric. Most girls with 36Ds didn't go around without a bra, much less in front of their father, but Kim wasn't most girls and today she needed all her charms ready in case her father needed convincing.

She still wasn't entirely sure that she could go through with the plan that she and her first cousin Stacy had come up with, but Kim was desperate to attend school with her brother Mark and Cousins Stacy and Clint and needed her father's financial support to make that happen. For all she knew, her father might generously offer to foot the bill with no qualms. Plan B however, entailed the seduction of her own father if all else failed. She took a deep breath and entered the large office.

Frank Jordan had done very well for himself in the business world and his office reflected that. Deep, plush carpet covered the floors. A large picture window opened onto the downtown area, admitting light which gleamed dully off the highly polished, dark wood furniture in the room. Here and there were expensive antiques and valuable paintings decorated the walls. A large oak desk dominated the room and behind this sat Kim's father, phone to ear, while he stared at the computer screen in front of him. His attention distracted, Kim used the opportunity to examine her father.

Frank was 38, same as her mother, his ex-wife, and the years had also been kind to him. His brown hair was full and thick, while few wrinkles could be found on his still youthful face. He had the same brown eyes as Mark, Kim's brother, and the same build, but maybe a little heavier. As the years went on, Frank had to spend more and more time at the gym to maintain his athletic frame, but he didn't mind. It kept him active and his looks plus his professional success ensured that he rarely went wanting when it came to female companionship.

As he hung up the phone and stood to come around the desk to his daughter, he was mindful of how lonely his life had become, despite the steady procession of women. He had been very excited to get the call from his daughter, for he had begun to miss the life he'd had before his indiscretions had ended his marriage. He hoped that today he might be able start picking back up the pieces of his shattered personal life and perhaps begin again. He had ended the disastrous affair with his former young secretary some months prior and while he still dated from time to time, he truthfully craved the life he'd had with his wife Vivian and their children, Kim and Mark.

"Kimmy! You look gorgeous! Is that all for dear old dad?" Frank said as he held his arms out to his daughter.

Kim smiled broadly and ran forward into her father's arms. "Hi Daddy! Yes, it is. I wanted to impress you today."

Frank hugged his daughter to him and was surprised at how it felt to hold the beautiful 18 year old. Not that he hadn't been around his daughter since the divorce, but he hadn't noticed how much she had grown up in that time. He was perversely thrilled to feel the soft pressure of her boobs against his chest as the rest of her body molded itself against him. Against his will, Frank could feel his cock tighten in his suit pants and hoped that Kim would miss the reaction. 

Her face pressed into her father's neck, Kim definitely felt the lurch of his cock against her abdomen. She smiled to herself and breathed deeply, inhaling the clean, masculine scent of her father's cologne. "This is going to be fun," she thought before pushing her torso forward and rolling her dad's thickening sausage between them. 

Frank Jordan stifled a groan of lust when he felt his daughter move against him, further stimulating his rapidly swelling organ. As with Kim, his nostrils were filled with the clean strawberry smell of his daughter's shampoo and his mind wandered to just how desirable his little girl had become. Before his condition became even more apparent, Frank regretfully pulled back from Kim's embrace and led the way to the sofa against the wall. "Here, come sit and let's catch up," he said thickly.

Kim allowed herself to be led by the hand to the couch and with her father's back to her, surreptitiously undid the top two buttons to her already low cut blouse. She had suddenly decided that no matter what her father's answer was to her proposition, she was not leaving his office without having some fun first. The father and daughter sat closely on the leather couch and turned facing each other.

"So what's been going on in your life, princess?" Frank asked, willing his eyes to remain on his daughter's face despite the presence of the deep, shadowy cleavage he could see down below. Looking into the sexy teen's big blue eyes wasn't a safe play either, Frank quickly realized. Was it just him, or was there a smoldering quality there that he had missed earlier?

Frank was dead-on in his assessment. The potential thrill of seducing her father and noting the thick bulge in his suit pants was having a stimulating effect on the nubile teen. She hoped that her father's sex drive would win out over any paternal qualities he possessed. She lightly rested her hand on her father's thigh, mere inches from the pants stretching erection he was sprouting. 

"Oh, not a whole lot Daddy, but I do need a favor," Kim said, batting her long eyelashes seductively.

Frank chuckled nervously. His daughter could really turn the charm on when she needed to and it appeared he was getting the full court press. Kim was leaning towards him, causing the already gaping blouse to billow open further. More and more of the creamy melons encased in the silk blouse were being revealed to the horny father and he fought valiantly to control his gaze and his hands which ached to reach out and cup the heavy tits. "What do you need Kim?"

"Well, Daddy," Kim said, bouncing slightly on the couch, setting off a ripple affect across the wide expanse of her cleavage. "What would you say if I changed my mind about taking that cheerleading scholarship?"

Frank was surprised. He had thought that she might want his credit cards to go shopping or a new car or something. This was totally out of left-field. "Well, the first thing I'd want to know is why? I thought you loved cheerleading?"

Kim ducked her head slightly, looking down, apparently in embarrassment, but mostly to get a good look at the thick tube snaking down her father's pant's leg. "Wow, he's really big!" she thought.

Frank used the change in her gaze to his advantage as well; he now stared openly at the heaving orbs shifting beneath her blouse. If his eye sight could be trusted, it appeared his little girl was without a bra today. He wondered sickly what would prompt her to do so. When Kim unexpectedly looked back up, Frank was still openly ogling his daughter's sumptuous boobs. He coughed nervously into his hand and looked up. Was she smiling at him, he thought, and if so why?

Kim was indeed beaming brightly at her father for she had noted the hungry look in his eyes as he eyeballed her big jugs. She took a deep breath, causing her already full blouse to bulge outward even more. "Oh, I do Daddy, but Mark and the cousins and most of my friends are going to State. I could probably walk-on and get at least a partial scholarship there."

Frank's brow creased in thought. "Mark? I didn't know that you and your brother were that close." Mark's name brought up uncomfortable memories for the eldest Jordan, as it had been his son who had judged him for his affair most harshly. While they were on speaking terms somewhat now, Frank knew that Mark would probably never forgive him completely for what had transpired with the current secretaries' predecessor.

"Really? Well, I guess we've just gotten much closer this summer," Kim said, white washing the fact that she was actively fucking her brother and mother for that matter. "It's really such a shame you and Mark don't get along better Dad," Kim moved her hand further up her father's leg, her palm now mere inches from the throbbing lump in his pants. "You guys have so much in common." It was readily apparent to the hyper-horny girl where the genes for her brother's big dick came from. By now, her father's prick was bulging obscenely beneath his pants. From time to time it pulsed and twitched in its confines.

Frank gulped nervously. Despite the obvious taboos of society, he was struggling with the flaming lust for his daughter that was engulfing every fiber of his being. There was no doubt what so ever in his mind that his daughter was well aware of the effect she was having on her father. His head swum with the realization that Kim was actively coming onto him. Was she just being a cock tease or did she really have sexual feelings for him? While his primary purpose today had been repairing the damage his divorce had done to his family, sheer primal lust was winning out. He fought for control and reached down to rest his hand atop his daughter's.

"Kim, I'm not sure if you know what you're doing. You're not a little girl anymore, you know," Frank mumbled thickly, his voice cracking.

Kim giggled and leaned farther towards her father. By now, her blouse was gaping open, allowing him unfettered views of the glorious treasures barely hidden beneath. Frank could resist no longer and gazed openly down the deep valley, watching transfixed as with each breath Kim's boobs rose and fell. "I know I'm not Daddy." Her voice took on a deeper, more serious tone and she reached up and raised his chin until his eyes met hers. "And yes, I do know what I'm doing to you." With that, she leaned forward and traced her father's lips with the tip of her tongue while her hand slid over and blatantly squeezed the thick tube in his pants.

Frank groaned deep in his throat at the wet, forbidden touch of Kim's tongue against his lips. He reflexively licked his dry lips, but this only served to bring his tongue in contact with his daughters'. Kim moaned in turn, thinking that her father was returning her advances. Frank's head was spinning with a swirl of emotions. The sensible part of his being was insisting that this was his daughter for Christ's sake! What was he thinking in even entertaining the thoughts caroming around his head? Common sense was making a hasty retreat under the burgeoning lust overcoming the confused, lustful father.

"Kim, Kim, we can't do this, it's...it's not right! You're my daughter," Frank muttered into the hot searching mouth now tenderly kissing and sucking his own. He couldn't deny the blazing passion engulfing him as he felt her hand grip and tug upon his rock hard erection. Blindly he reached out to extract her hand, but all hope was lost when Kim intercepted his hand with her own and placed it upon her heaving breasts. Frank moaned and cupped the supple tit, feeling the stiff nipple spear his palm.

"Oh, Daddy, that feels so good!" Kim gasped. She began to lick and kiss his cheek, and then blatantly began to trace the outline of his ear with the tip of her tongue. She breathed hotly into his ear and whispered, "Touch my tits, I want you so much!"

Frank gave up any semblance of resistance and now used both of his hands on the front of his teenage daughter's blouse, opening each button with trembling fingers as their mouths ground against each other, tongues dancing. While her father fumbled with her blouse, Kim rapidly unbuckled his belt and pants button, drawing down his zipper. She thrust her hand underneath his boxers and gripped the base of the fat cock struggling to get out.

"Oooooo, Daddy! You're so big!" Kim moaned, thrilling at the searing heat of his cock in her hand as she felt his strong hands cup and begin to mold her swollen jugs. Frank's fingertips found her engorged nipples and tweaked and pulled, further inflaming them. The father and daughter each found their hands full of the forbidden pleasures of each other's body. Kim struggled to pull the long, thick cock from his pants. Frank aided her efforts by raising his hips, his hands never leaving her firm chest. Kim grasped the waistband of his pants and boxers, yanking them down to his knees. His turgid cock swung up and bobbled about before she eagerly grasped it back in her hand and began to rapidly stroke it.

"Oh, oh, Kim, that feels so good, baby!" Frank said, his head dropping back against the back of the couch as he felt his daughter's soft hand whip up and down his stiffness. At the top of each stroke Kim gathered the accumulating precum and worked it into his flesh, lubricating her passage. Frank's hands fell away from his daughter's boobs as Kim's upper body began to drop lower. He knew what her intentions were and did nothing to impede her. In fact, Frank found his left hand reaching up to cup the back of Kim's blonde head, guiding her towards his cock.

Kim smiled to herself as she felt her father cradle the back of her head. While she didn't need the encouragement to swoop down up the throbbing stake, she welcomed his now active participation. As her mouth descended closer and closer to his prick, Kim licked her full lips and parted them, blowing warm breath over the swollen head now mere inches from her. Frank groaned deep in his throat and muttered words he'd never anticipated using, "Suck me Kim!" With a whimper of lust, Kim plunged her hot, wet mouth over the leaking head and began to tenderly suck while lashing it with her soft tongue.

Frank Jordan felt like he was going to blackout from the pleasure of having his johnson tended to by his very own daughter. Not only was there the pervasive aspect of committing incest with her, there was also no denying that Kim was an accomplished fellatrix. As her tongue actively lathed every mouth stretching inch of him, Kim bobbed her hot mouth up and down, taking more and more of her father's cock with each down stroke. At the top she would open widely before plunging down slowly and surely, the fat tube sliding deep in her mouth. His thickness filled her oral cavity, searing her tongue. She could taste the salty output of him as she raised up, drawing deeply on his shaft, her cheeks hollowing. 

"Oh, Kim! Where did you learn to suck cock like this?!" Frank wondered aloud as he palmed his daughter's head and guided her cock sucking mouth up and down. With a wet smack Kim drew her mouth off her father and tongued his throbbing head.

"You wouldn't believe it if I told you," she answered, thinking of the countless hours of late spent deep sucking her brother's thick cock. To her well trained mouth and eye, her father's cock was almost an equal to Mark's monstrosity. Here she was still pleasuring her father for the first time and already her twisted, horny mind was thinking of ways to have both of them at her disposal. Her mind whirled with the demented possibilities as she dropped her mouth back onto her father.

Frank was no fool and Kim's comment coupled with her prior statement concerning her and her brother's new found closeness told him all he needed to know. He felt he had nothing to lose. How offended could Kim get since she was already sucking his cock like a cum starved whore?

"So who's bigger, me or Mark?"

He knew he'd hit pay dirt when Kim's voracious suction suddenly stopped as Kim gulped midway down her father's shaft. Frank leaned over and smacked Kim smartly on her round ass. "Relax baby girl. I think we're beyond embarrassment at this point." Kim rose up off his cock, a thick strand of saliva still connecting her swollen lips to him. She swiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she and her father gazed lustfully at each other. Almost simultaneously they both spoke.

"Wanna fuck?"

The father and daughter grinned unashamedly at each other as Kim rose, walked over to the office door and locked it. By the time she turned and walked back to her father, he had hastily shucked his pants and was waggling his thick cock at her. Kim pursed her lips and blew him a lusty kiss. Without removing her skirt, she drew it up and revealed her uncovered, silky smooth pussy to her father's eyes. 

Frank drew in a deep breath at the sight of Kim's smoothly shaven cunt. If possible, his cock became even harder as Kim blatantly reached down and began to finger her already moist hole. "No regrets Daddy," she whispered as she knelt and straddled his body. 

"Never," Frank hissed, simultaneously pulling down on Kim's curvy hips while thrusting upwards. 

Like a hot knife through butter, Frank's cock lodged itself deep inside Kim's piping hot tunnel. The pair both threw their heads back in ecstasy, stifling screams of pleasure. Kim didn't pause for a second, immediately rising up and plunging back down again, skewering more of the fat prick into her. 

"Unnnnnhhhhh!! Oooooo, more, more!" Kim moaned, loving the overly full feeling of the big pole pumping into her rapidly. She gripped the back of the couch to either side of her father's head and bounced happily on her new toy.

Reaching up from his daughter's gyrating hips, Frank unbuttoned the few buttons left on her blouse and flung it open, finally exposing her firm boobs to his hungry eyes. Kim shrugged off the garment and leaned forward, cradling her father's face between her breasts. She shuddered as she felt her father's hungry lips and tongue begin to feast upon her abundant charms. Frank filled his hands with soft, pliant flesh and popped a stiff nipple between his lips. He flicked his tongue over the bud and felt Kim begin to shudder even more violently. Sensing the onset of her orgasm, Frank's hips went into hyper drive, pumping his pussy pleaser deeply and more rapidly into her. His own climax was not far in the future, but he wanted to ensure that his daughter got hers in spades.

Kim's eyes were shut tightly as her head tossed about like a rag doll, her father pummeling her sexy body smartly from below. With a barely stifled scream, she jerked and trembled, waves of pleasure washing over her.

"Unh, unh, ahhhhhhh!" she moaned, twisting and bouncing her way through her climax. Frank had to reach down and grasp hold of her hips to keep her from falling off his lap. He gritted his teeth, struggling to stave off his own impending eruption; for there was a particular act he wanted to try before they were done.




The Neighborhood: Family Reunited



"Ohhhhhh, Daddy!" Kim trilled, her active hips finally slowing and resting atop his thighs, his prong deeply imbedded in her. "That was fantastic!" She smiled down at her flushed, grinning father and leaned down to passionately kiss him. They shared a long, deep kiss before Kim began to rise and fall upon him. "Now it's your turn!" When her father gripped her hips and stopped her, she looked at him quizzically. "What's wrong?"

"Not a thing darling," Frank said as he looked up at his gorgeous daughter. "I was just wondering if you would be inclined to fulfill a dirty old man's fantasy."

She giggled. "That depends. Who's the dirty old man and what's his fantasy?" They both shared a laugh, before Frank grew serious and cradled her lovely face in his hands.

"I want to...you know...back there...have you ever..."

Kim threw her head back laughing while her father grinned nervously. "My ass? You want my ass?" Frank bit his lip and slowly nodded his head. Kim slid off his lap and walked over to his desk, placing her hands atop it before jutting her sexily curved bottom in his direction and slowly swishing it. "Come and get it Daddy..."

Frank was off the couch like a shot, saddling up behind Kim and rubbing her soft buttocks. He tenderly pried apart the supple globes and examined the taut ring of flesh that was his intended target. He knew that women were capable of taking men of his size back there, but looking at the discrepancy in sizes between his throbbing cock and Kim's tight pucker, he wondered if he was going to need a shoe horn and axle grease to fit it in. He was lost in lustful thought when Kim spoke.

"Daddy?"

"Yes punkin?"

"I hope you are not disappointed that you're not my first back there." Frank's gaze slid up to Kim. She was looking back at him with half-hooded eyes, sexily nibbling on a finger tip. Her shy, innocent look caused him to throb even more urgently.

"I'm not? Who was?" His blood pressure was threatening to blow off the top of his head for he suspected what her answer was going to be.

"Your son."

He hissed through his teeth as he popped the thick head into Kim's ass, the ring of muscle tight around him. A heat he didn't think possible bathed him immediately.

"How many times have you let your brother fuck this sweet ass of yours?" He said, pushing forward, the tight resistance threatening to peel his cock like a banana.

"Unnnnnnnh," Kim moaned. "Lots and lots of times Daddy." Every nerve ending in Kim's guts were aflame as she felt her father's thick prick fuck deeper and deeper into her ass. "He fucked me really hard back there last night as a matter of fact..."

Frank's concentration was centered on pumping more and more of himself into the vise like hole, but Kim's next words brought him up short.

"...while I was eating Mom's pussy."

His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as Frank Jordan struggled to process the picture of his son ass fucking his daughter while Kim licked her mother's pussy. At once, every taboo barrier it seemed had come crashing down, opening up a world of perverse pleasures that were his for the taking. Not fifteen minutes ago, Frank was merely trying to come up with ways to repair the damage the divorce had done to his family. Now he flip flopped between guilt if it was his actions that drove his family into each other's arms and thoughts of how he could get in on the action. He stared at a spot just over Kim's head, his mind whirling.

"Your not gonna fuck me extra hard 'cause I've been bad, are you Daddy?"

Frank looked down open mouthed at the innocent looking Kim who was now twirling a stray strand of her blonde hair around a finger while she looked back at her father.

"I...I...I think I have to baby," Frank growled and with a strong lunge, skewered his entire length straight up his daughter's ass. Kim's body shuddered from the impact of his hips slamming into her backside. Her big tits wobbled and swung sexily beneath her, the nipples almost grazing the smooth desk top as she was bent forward under her father's battering thrusts.

"Fuck me Dadeeeeee!" Kim squealed excitedly as she was shunted rapidly forward and back, her father pumping her relentlessly. Frank's teeth were gritted and bared, an almost maniacal look to him. His eyes were glazed and unblinking as he worked through the demons now engulfing his mind. His thoughts were a swirl of fucking and sucking, all centered on his fractured family. The sharp smack of flesh on flesh rebounded around the room. Thankfully, the heavy paneling and thick walls shielded the sounds of the incestuous duo from outside ears.

"Fucking take it Kim!" Frank hissed, his hips a blur of motion behind his daughter. His heavy, cum laden balls swung wetly up to smack into her mound time and again. His vision was blurring at the edges and he shuddered and shook, sinking his cock to the hilt in Kim's ass. His cock spewed forth its thick, hot contents, painting her guts and setting off another orgasm in his daughter. The pair mewled and ground their selves against each other, wringing out every ounce of pleasure they could. Frank drew himself back and slammed forward twice more, emptying his load. Kim slumped down on the desk, gasping for air as her father hung his weary head down, beads of perspiration dripping onto her back. For a few long moments, heavy breathing was the only sound in the room.

"Daddy?"

"Yes punkin?"

"Can I get my parking pass validated?"

Once their clothes were straightened and their pulses had returned to normal, Kim and Frank sat on the couch and regarded each other somewhat warily. Now that the deed had been done, they both wondered what the future of their relationship was. Frank was the first to break the silence.

"So....your brother?"

Kim continued to study her high heeled pumps. "Yep."

"And your mother?"

"Yep."

"How...how did this happen?"

Kim could tell her father was obviously struggling to process this new reality. She reached over patted his knee. "Well, one weekend the cable was out and we didn't have anything better to do, so..."

Frank laughed uncomfortably. "I'm serious Kim. What in God's name happened?"

Kim smiled thinking of the many hours of pleasure she had enjoyed with her brother and mother in the last few months. "Oh, it was definitely not in God's name, but his name was screamed a couple of times! See Daddy, it's like this..."

Ten minutes later, once Kim had brought her father up to speed on the multiple couplings which had occurred the last two months in and around the home he had built, Frank sat pensive, somewhat in shock. The breadth of the sexual "web" was extensive. He was surprised that what was going on had not leaked out in their small town. 

According to Kim, her brother was banging pretty much any female with a pulse in the city. Frank shook his head. Mark had been lucky so far that no husbands had walked in while he was servicing their wives when he was supposed to be servicing the pool. Kim and Vivian, his ex-wife, had been more discrete, their frolicking pretty much limited to Mark and Kim's best friend Nancy Taylor. But there was the Reynolds next door. Kay Reynolds was definitely not the most reserved person. She had hinted around for years when Frank was living at home that she would welcome his company.

Frank sighed and wiped his clammy hands on his suit pants. Kim sat on pins and needles, waiting to see what her father's assessment was.

"Ok, first things first: I will of course support you if you want to change schools."

Kim clapped her hands together excitedly until her father looked at her sternly and raised a finger. "But, I'm not sending you down there to spend your time partying with your friends or sleeping with your brother when you're supposed to be getting an education." Kim's mouth dropped open, hoping she had misunderstood. Frank saw her expression and clarified. "No, I'm not trying to keep you and your brother apart. I'm definitely not convinced of the healthiness of your relationship, but for me to judge would be like the pot calling the kettle black."

Kim nodded and leaned over to kiss her father on the cheek. "Thank you Daddy!"

Frank smiled. "So where does this leave me I wonder."

Kim ran her fingers through her father's brown hair. "I'm not sure Daddy, but I know I want you back in my life. To what extent I think depends on Mom and Mark."

Frank looked at his daughter. "Mark? Honey, I think it's up to your Mother and me how and if we reconcile."

Kim continued to brush her father's hair as she shook her head slightly. "No Daddy. I don't think you realize how close Mark and Mom are now."

At that moment, Mark and his mother Vivian were very close indeed. Mark had blown off cleaning pools for the day, but still had his hands full. He and his mother were currently on Vivian's bed, the very bed where they spent most nights together. Vivian was laying back, her head propped up on pillows, looking down at her son whose head was firmly planted between her thighs, his tongue busy in her pussy.

The horny mother closed her green eyes and murmured soft words of encouragement to her son. "That's it Mark. Right there baby. Oh, you make me feel so good!" Her hands were filled with her abundant boobs, squeezing and teasing the rigid nipples, still encased in the silk nightie she'd worn to bed. Mark had already stripped off her bottoms to give himself better access to his mother's sex. 

Vivian opened her eyes and drank in the lean, muscled torso of her son as he lay nude between her legs. Mark was in excellent physical shape. He stood 6' tall and his 180 pounds were distributed nicely over his frame. His mother admired the bunching and tensing of his back muscles as he moved his face between her legs. She reached down and lightly raked her fingernails along his back causing him to lift his head and smile.

"How does that feel Mom?" Mark was still constantly blown away that this beautiful creature desired him sexually; much less that she was his mother. For a woman of 38 years, Vivian was still in great physical shape. Sure she carried a few extra pounds on her tiny 5' frame, but they were in all the right places, namely her big boobs and curvy hips and ass. He watched as his mother tucked her short brown, bobbed hair behind an ear and smiled playfully.

"Fantastic, but I'm hungry! You got anything I can munch on?" 

Mark laughed and rolled on his side, his heavy, swollen cock lying thickly upon his thigh. "Will this do?"

"Mmmm," Vivian purred. "That'll do just fine." She slid off the pillows and crawled between her son's legs, positioning herself so that Mark could resume his own mid-morning snack. 

The horny pair had already made love once today, Vivian waking up to feel Mark lying behind her teasing his morning wood over her silken undies. She'd reached back and pulled them to the side and in three long thrusts, he was balls deep inside her. They'd moved slowly and sensuously against each other, Mark's right hand rubbing her stiff clit until they had both exploded in orgasm. 

Unhurried, leisurely love making was one of Vivian's favorites. It had been even when it was Frank sharing her bed years ago. But now it was his son pleasuring her and she had gotten over her previous qualms, now fully able to enjoy the perverse pleasures they gave each other. 

As she lay down on her side, Vivian felt her son's strong hands grasp her hips and lift her, rolling her atop his body. She loved the feeling of her handsome son taking control and especially the feeling of his long cock, which now pressed against her breastbone, snugly nestled between her ripe tits. Vivian could feel Mark's talented tongue go back to work on her moist hole, flicking and sucking her sweet pussy lips before delving deep into her tunnel. She groaned her pleasure before beginning to shift and gyrate her upper body, rolling Mark's prick over and between her melons. She knew that tit fucking was one of Mark's favorite activities and she had a pair perfect for this if she said so herself.

Her still firm 38DDs were capped by sexy little nipples which jutted up from the surface a half inch and her maturity had only improved her boobs. They weren't the gravity defying monsters of her youth, but the ever so slight sag they now had looked even better on her body. Vivian moved backwards slightly, her face now suspended over the monster she had created.

Mark's cock lay full and long on his thigh. Capped with a golf ball sized purplish knob, it was criss-crossed by jutting, pulsing veins. Vivian dipped her head and blew warm breath over the shaft watching it jump before she began to tenderly lick her wet tongue up and down its length. Like a cat cleaning its young, she worked over every inch of the rapidly swelling tube until it shone with her saliva. Vivian raised herself on extended arms. She reached out with one hand and hefted the heavy cock, pointing it at her mouth. She continued to lick over the spongy knob as blooms of precum bubbled to the tip. She savored the salty tang of each droplet on her tongue until she could stand it no more and plunged the mouth stretcher between her full, bee-stung lips.

Mark moaned loudly, his passion muted by the presence of his mother's tasty twat on his mouth. He felt his cock sink deeper and deeper into Vivian's talented mouth, her tongue active as she avidly sucked her son. He resumed his cunt lapping, the juices dripping copiously from her hole. He relished the sweet funkiness of her and having his big prong sucked simultaneously was icing on the cake.

Vivian bobbed her sweet, sucking mouth up and down, pausing on the upstroke to take a breath before plunging down again. She took half of Mark on each stroke, holding him deeply at the bottom before hollowing her cheeks, sucking harder and harder as she rose. Mark was fully erect by now so Vivian dropped her hand, clasping his bloated nuts and jiggling them. She thought she could practically feel their contents sloshing about and moaned, eager to taste his seed. When she felt Mark's hands cup and squeeze her mams from the side, she managed a smile around his cock, knowing what her first born wanted.

Vivian raised herself back up and dropped her heavy globes over Mark's towering missile. He moaned deep in her snatch, sending tremors up her spine. Mark pressed the pliant flesh around his cock and began to slowly thrust, spearing her deep cleavage. Vivian's saliva and perspiration slicked his route, but she added to it, dropping her head to drool a long strand over the mushroom head playing peek-a-boo in her boobs. She shook her hair back and encouraged her son.

"Yeah, fuck my titties baby!"

Mark needed no encouragement as his pace sped up. From the slow gyrations of his mother's hips he knew she was close and he was eager to get off at the same time.

The sexy MILF thrilled to the hot feeling of the long rod pumping between her tits. From time to time she bent down and licked wetly at the tip as it appeared. Warm waves of pleasure coursed through her body, her son's pussy licking inflaming her desire. When Mark suddenly began to lick and nibble her clitoris, Vivian screamed, "Goddamn!" and her dam burst. 

Mark struggled to keep up with the copious flow of his mother's climax, her juices practically spraying into his mouth. On cue, his hips lurched and his cock began to belch thick streams of cum high into the air. Vivian felt the first two blasts slap into the underside of her chin and she quickly bent and captured the spewing hose between her lips, siphoning off the remaining discharges. Mother and son moaned and clung to each other savoring the other's fluids.

When their climaxes waned, Vivian rolled off her son and lay winded beside him. Mark smiled coyly and perched his head on his hand, examining his mother/lover. As she slowly got her breath back, he could see the pearly evidence of his jism sliding thickly down her neck to puddle in the hollow of her throat. He sat up and reached over, scooping a finger full which he presented to his mother's puffy lips. Vivian greedily licked the goo gob from his finger and repeated the process with the remnants he was kind enough to go back and get.

"Yummy," Vivian murmured. She sat up and looked at her smiling son. "I swear you get better and better tasting. Plus, you've finally learned how to eat pussy!" She squealed with delight as Mark swiveled around and jumped astride her. He pinned her arms to the bed and leaned down to kiss her tenderly. His cock was still at half mast and he started thrusting it again between her full breasts. Vivian nipped his tongue, causing him to jerk back.

"Ow!"

"That's enough you horny goat! Let's get some breakfast."

Mark and Vivian sat in the breakfast nook of their well appointed home, sipping coffee and making small talk. Coincidentally, both of their minds were occupied by the rapidly approaching fall term. Mark was entering his second year at State. He was pre-med and took his studies seriously, but he was definitely going to miss his mother desperately. He had quickly become addicted to their physical relationship which had also served to strengthen their emotional bond. He knew that his mother had come to rely on him for more than just a hard prick. More and more she consulted his opinion on family matters and more often than not, deferred to his opinion. He sighed, his mother noticing and turning her head.

"I know. It's going to be awful quiet around here in another week or so."

Mark nodded. Even if his father refused to pay for Kim to attend the same school as Mark (who was on full academic scholarship), she would still be leaving to take that cheerleading gig out of state. That would leave his mother alone in the big house. She had some friends around town and had thankfully patched things up with Kay Reynolds next door, but Mark's heart still ached to leave her. A wild thought was beginning to bounce around his skull, but before he could voice it to his mother, their attention was turned to the sound of the back door opening and closing. They both swiveled in their chairs to see Kim bounce through the doorway. They were both shocked at her appearance as she looked like she was dressed for a job interview.

Kim giggled at the looks on her family's faces. "What? Can't I dress up every now and then?"

"I didn't even think you were out of bed to be honest," Vivian said. "What's the occasion?"

Kim took a deep breath and prepared herself for the coming storm.

"I went to see Daddy."

Vivian and Mark both practically exploded. They'd both known of Kim's intention to ask her father for money to switch schools, but had both assumed they would be consulted or asked to go with her. While Kim had remained friendly with her father after the divorce, Mark deeply resented his father and Vivian was obviously not sociable towards her ex. It was these feelings that had made it clear to Kim that she should go alone. First of all, she hadn't wanted the meeting to dissolve into an argument and secondly, well, how was she supposed to seduce her Daddy with either of them there?

Kim stood, absorbing her mother and brother's accusations and judgment.

"What were you thinking?"

"I can't believe you went to see him by yourself!"

When they began to repeat themselves, Kim raised her hand in surrender.

"I know, I know. You both think I'm not capable of taking care of myself, but I've got good news!" At this, the two fell silent.

"What did your father say?" Vivian asked, her green eyes narrowed and full lips pursed. 

"He's giving me the money! No strings attached. In fact, he went so far as to offer to pay for a condo for Mark and me to share." Obviously Kim was glossing over the details of her and her father's meeting, but she thought it a little early in the day to share the ass fucking particulars.




The Neighborhood: Family Reunited



"Really," Mark said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm surprised that Sugar Daddy hasn't already been cleaned out by one of his whores."

"Mark!" Vivian said sharply. It surprised her that she had even admonished her son for speaking about his father like that, but some habits were hard to break. When things had been good, Vivian and Frank had made a good parenting team. Not for the first time Vivian wondered how it all had gone wrong. The divorce was years in the past, but tons of questions had never been answered. What had driven her husband into another woman's arms? Their sex life had been active and pleasurable. She almost slipped over into blaming herself for the thousandth time before she snapped back to reality. Whatever had driven Frank Jordan away was his own problem and was no longer her concern.

"What? I'm just saying..." Mark replied defensively.

Vivian reached over and stroked his hand. "I know, but he's still your father and nothing is accomplished by getting mad all over again."

Mark rolled his eyes. Sometimes he really didn't understand his mother. How could she still defend that piece of shit after all these years? He pushed back from the table, stood and put his coffee cup in the sink. "I'm going for a run," he called over his shoulder as he left the kitchen.

Vivian let him go without a word. All three of them had dealt with Frank's affair differently. Mark's outlet was exercise. Kim's had been cheerleading and Vivian's had been the most unhealthy, keeping it bottled up inside. But her relationship with Mark had allowed her to work through some of her feelings and for that she would be eternally grateful to her son. 

Kim slid into the seat Mark had vacated. She eyed her mother warily, waiting for her to speak. Vivian looked out the window and sipped her coffee, gathering her thoughts. 

"Well, what else did your father have to say? How is he?" Vivian asked, surprised to find that she actually cared.

Kim shrugged her shoulders, carefully choosing her words in order not to give away too much or give her mother more cause to think that more than talk had gone on at the meeting. "He's fine. Just working mostly. He's not seeing that woman anymore, you know."

Vivian nodded her head. She did know. Through connections with friends she was able to keep up with her ex-husband's life, though she again wondered why she cared. The fact of the matter was that they had been married for over 15 years and had raised two great kids together. As hurtful as the affair had been, she knew she still had some feelings for her husband. She kept these decidedly to herself as she knew her son would not understand. Kim probably would, but this was something she wasn't quite ready to share.

Kim took a deep breath and Vivian could tell that there was something else. "What is it Kim?" Behind them they heard the front shut behind Mark. They both turned to the window and followed his shirtless figure as he ran across the yard and out onto the street. 

"He's something else, isn't he Mom?" Kim said, admiring her brother's lean muscled frame as he disappeared from sight.

Vivian was thinking the same thing, feeling hints of arousal despite the satisfying hour she'd spent with her son in bed this morning. Before Kim could change the subject, Vivian prompted, "Your father?"

Kim sighed again and turned back to her mother. "What would you say if I told you that Dad wanted to make up for things with us?"

Vivian looked carefully at her daughter. Even though Kim had stayed on cordial terms with her father, she knew that this had to be a sore subject with her mother. "I'd say it's a little to damn late for that. What makes you think he's changed, or that we should even care?"

Kim looked down at the table. She couldn't deny that the hot fuck and suck session with her father was the primary reason she was bringing up the subject, but revealing this information was subject matter for another time, if at all.

"I don't know," Kim said hesitantly. "I guess just some of the things he said today. He seems like he's really sorry and I know he misses us." She paused for a beat. "All of us."

Vivian didn't miss the reference and knew that Kim was pointedly including her. She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms across her chest. "Come on Kim. Even if he hadn't cheated on me, you seem to forget that Mark has taken over most, if not all, of the roles your father fulfilled for me."

Kim slowly nodded and hesitated before treading onto what she knew would be a sore subject. "I know Mom, but really, how long can what we have last? We're all kind of going our separate ways. In a few years Mark will be in medical school. You can't expect him to always be there for you, can you?" Kim could tell from the narrowing of her Mother's eyes that she had gone for enough. "Just think about it, ok?" She got up from the table and walked away, no answer from her mother. Just before leaving the kitchen, she turned back. "Is it ok if Nancy comes over to lie out?" Her mother nodded and Kim went up the stairs.

Vivian sighed deeply and went to put her coffee cup away. She stood at the sink looking out the window, deep in thought. She saw Kay Reynolds wheel out of her driveway, headed down the street. She made a mental note to talk with Kay about Kim's bombshell. They had made plans for lunch later. With one last sigh of frustration, Vivian headed upstairs to shower and ready herself. She wished she had the time to lie out by the pool with Kim and Nancy, but she had several errands to run before lunch.

Mark was about a half mile into his run, breathing easily as his long legs ate up the pavement, when he heard the purr of a car engine close behind him. When the vehicle didn't go around him, he jerked a look over his shoulder and then smiled. He should have known something would come up and interrupt his workout. 

Kay Reynolds was sitting behind the wheel of her late-model black Lexus SUV, waving her fingers at Mark, a big grin on her face. Mark stopped and stood with his hands interlaced on top of his head as Kay pulled up and rolled down her window.

"Hey stud! Whatcha doin'?" Kay was leaning over the console, her customary gym outfit on, the thin top stretched taut across her 32DDs. On cue, her little nipples were threatening to rip twin holes through the front. She tucked a strand of her reddish brown hair behind an ear and winked saucily at Mark, her violet blue eyes twinkling.

Mark pushed his sunglasses on top of his head and rested his forearms on the window sill. "Trying to get in a workout, Kay. What's up with you?" He gazed openly at his 40 year old neighbor's abundant chest. Pleased with his reaction, Kay sat back in her seat and made as if to wipe something from her chest before blatantly cupping and lifting her big jugs.

"Trolling for cock. Get your big dick in here and I'll give you a workout!"

Mark laughed and shook his head, but opened the door and slid into the air conditioned interior. Kay giggled, clapping her hands and leaned over, tongue kissing her son's best friend deeply. 

"Where's Spencer," Mark asked when she drew back and pulled into traffic.

"At home. I fucked him this morning so I could go get a workout without him following me around like a puppy dog."

Mark shook his head and chuckled. He and Vivian might have been having an incestuous affair of their own, but Kay and Spencer were definitely outpacing them in the volume department. It seemed that every time Mark called or dropped by the Reynolds', Spencer had his mother bent over or laid on some piece of furniture. More often times than not Mark joined in. However, on those times that the patriarch of the family, Bob, was present, usually jerking off in the corner, Mark beat a hasty retreat. While he knew that Bob got off on seeing his nympho wife used by his son and neighbor, the presence of the big man creeped Mark out. "What about Bob?"

Kay waved her hand dismissively. "He actually went to work today. I think he got his fill last night." She and Spencer had put on quite a show last night, beginning with Kay sucking off her son under the dinner table and culminating in her guts being basted by her only son as he ruthlessly fucked her ass. Bob had soaked up every depraved second, silently stroking himself in the corner, storing up the visions until he was allowed to cum by his dominant wife. Frequently Kay would deny him this pleasure and Bob would be forced to make a late night phone call to his girl Friday, Audrey, who would drag herself out of bed, meet her boss at the long closed store he owned and relieve him of his burden. Audrey never questioned the reason behind these booty calls, she was grateful that whatever was going on at the Reynolds', it was resulting in her getting more and more attention from her boss.

Mark looked out the window as they sped along. He felt partially responsible for the present dynamic at the Reynolds, but no one seemed to be complaining and who was he to mess up a good thing.

With a screech of tires, they had apparently arrived at their destination, a hotel in an out of the way part of town. Mark looked over at Kay who was grinning and dangling a room card between her fingers.

"Come on lover. I recently had the foresight to book a room on a long term lease. This will give us more privacy!"

Mark laughed. "I thought you got off on a crowd?"

Kay giggled as she leaned over and palmed Mark's prodigious bulge. "Oh, I do! But sometimes I like to concentrate on just one big dick!" She planted a wet kiss on his exposed chest and with one last grope of his package, exited the car. Mark shook his head and followed.

"Ok, tell me everything and don't leave anything out!"

Kim and her best friend, Nancy Taylor, were lounging beside the Jordan's pool, soaking up the late morning sun. The two nubile teens had immediately discarded their barely there bikini tops and their sumptuous chests glistened with the oil they had each considerately applied to each other. Both girls' knew that things would ultimately lead to much more, but for now they were content to lie there while appreciating the others physical charms.

Kim and Nancy had been friends forever, but it wasn't until a year or so ago that their friendship had become much more. Many hours had been spent in each other's beds, licking, touching and sucking each other to countless climaxes. Once Mark had burst onto the scene, they had a ready supply of big cock to go with their experienced tongues and fingers.

Kim coolly appraised her friends' curves from behind her oversized sunglasses. She couldn't wait to share the good news that she would be going to State with Nancy in a few short weeks. She licked her lips as she watched her raven haired friend work the suntan lotion into her firm 34Ds, before moving down to her flat, hard stomach. Kim's session with her father this morning had only wetted her appetite for more and she looked forward to a hot fuck session with Nancy. 

Kim related to her friend how she had gone to her father's office, their conversation and the events that ultimately resulted in her father ass fucking her over his desk. While she talked she could see Nancy squirm in her chair and noticed how her nipples swelled and extended. By the end of the story, Nancy had abandoned all pretexts and was openly rubbing her fingers over her thong clad mound.

"Oooooh, Kim! That sounds so fucking hot! I can hardly believe you actually fucked your Dad!" Nancy paused, her mind's eye picturing the tall, distinguished Mr. Jordan. "I wouldn't mind getting a piece of that myself!"

"How about giving me a piece first?"

The two teens jumped and squealed at the sound of the voice behind them. They hastened to cover their abundant charms and looked back to see a grinning Spencer Reynolds standing behind them.

The key was barely out of the lock before Kay Reynolds was plastered on Mark. She jumped onto him, her legs locked around his waist, her finely sculpted face reaching towards his, her mouth searching for his. Mark wrapped his strong arms around her tiny frame, pressing her against him as he walked them over to the bed. The two lovers' mouths were locked in a steamy tongue kiss until Mark's legs contacted the bed. He playfully threw Kay onto the bed where she bounced once before settling, her smoldering gaze devouring the young stud.

Mark reached down and swiftly pushed his running shorts to the ground. As he stood back up, his thick, swelling cock bobbled in front of him. Kay licked her lips as she scooted towards the side of the bed. She rested her feet on the floor in front of Mark and reached down, hauling her tight top over her head. She shook out her shoulder length hair sending her big boobs swinging sweetly to and fro. Mark reached down and cupped the firm melons in his hands, their ever hard nipples piercing his palms. He squeezed them tightly and pressed them together, marveling at their size on Kay's small frame. 

With her little frame and big tits, Kay practically dripped sex. Everywhere she went she was constantly ogled and stared at by men and women alike. She did nothing to prevent this and in fact dressed to accentuate her curves. Mark had never met a woman who personified sex as much as Kay. Having her next door and always hot for his meat was like a dream come true. As Kay reached up to take his thick pole in her hands, Mark brushed them away.

"Let me," he whispered huskily.

Kay smiled broadly as Mark took his cock in his hand and began to stroke the long shaft. She leaned forward, her warm breath bathing his cock. Lewdly, she spat upon it, giving Mark some lubrication for his rubbing. He began to pump it faster, right in front of her face. Kay moaned deep in her throat, eager to taste the scrumptious meal swelling in front of her.

Kay looked up at Mark, her violet eyes locked on his. She chewed on her full bottom lip, the heat from his cock warming her face. "Such a big, big cock, baby," she whispered. "Can I suck it, please?"

Mark smiled down at her. "Stick out your tongue," he ordered. Kay immediately complied, her wet, pink tongue lolling out and flicking sexily up at him. Her eyes still glued to him, Kay began to tremble with lust as Mark began to lightly slap the heavy pole on her tongue. The fwap, fwap, fwap of the lewd junction echoed in the otherwise silent room. Barely able to restrain herself from reaching up and grasping him, Kay put her right hand to work between her legs, sliding it underneath the waistband of her shorts, over her flat tummy and then working it over her piping hot twat. With her left, she started tweaking and pulling on her rigid nipples, turning them a bright shade of red.

He was pleased to see that Kay was practically drooling as he cock slapped her tongue. When he spied a pearly drop of precum ooze from the tip, he squeezed his shaft upwards and deposited it on her tongue. Kay hastily sucked her tongue in and savored the salty treat. She shuddered again, a mini orgasm flaring briefly as she continued to touch herself.

"Please, baby! Let me suck you!" she hoarsely pleaded, desperately wanting the hot shaft sliding over her tongue and butting against her throat. Mark could see the aching want in her eyes. He too wanted to feel her hot mouth around him, but knew that the anticipation would make it even more pleasurable. Slowly and methodically he began to rub his now dripping cock head over her pretty features leaving snail trails on her skin. Kay moaned and clenched her eyes shut. He drug it over her cheeks and eyes, the heat searing her lids. Moving further down, he slid it up and down her soft throat and neck.

"Close your mouth Kay," he said and when she did he worked the spongy tip over her puffy red lips. Kay looked up at him, her eyes watering. Suddenly she could take it no more. With a naked whimper of lust, she opened her mouth wide and plunged it over the thick head, her tongue working over it as she sucked hard.

Mark grinned and put his hands on his hips, pumping his hips lazily forward, pushing his prick into her buttery wet mouth. When Kay went to reach up, he pushed her hands away. "No, not yet. Just suck me."

Kay looked up at him adoringly. How far the shy man/boy had come since that day in her kitchen. She took great pride, but not all the credit, for his transformation into the powerful sexual being he now was. Mark's skills had now caught up to his physical blessings and she knew that he would make many women happy for a long time with his gifts. Even with him going back to school she hoped to be able to enjoy his prowess from time to time for many years to come.

Mark hissed air out of his mouth at the feel of Kay gently nibbling and gnawing on the fat tube in her mouth. He had worked half of his length into her and was gently sawing back and forth. Spittle dribbled from the corners of her stretched lips, coating her chin. Kay opened her mouth wider and fitted her lips over her teeth. Mark palmed her head and began to thrust more insistently, pumping her sweet mouth. When his wide head butted her throat, Kay coughed violently and pulled back, the well sucked pole glistening. 

She raised her eyes to his and cocked her head to the side. "Do I still suck you good, baby?"

Mark smiled. "You know you do, but now it's my turn." He gently shoved her backwards and dropped to his knees between her smooth, wide spread legs. Reaching up he pulled her shorts off her and discarded them to the side, examining the pink shaven clam in front of him. He blew warm breath over it, chuckling at the eruption of goose bumps on her inner thighs. He leaned forward, tongue extended.

"What the fuck Spencer?!" Kim yelled, throwing her towel over her nude torso. Spencer grinned down at her as she blushed deeply. Even though what he was seeing was nothing new, she was still embarrassed. She had fucked Spencer one time before when he'd surprised her and Mark by the pool. She still regretted that decision, not that the sex was bad, but that Spencer had taken that one time as license to hit on her at every opportunity. She wrapped the towel around her and fixed him with a steely glare. "You can't just come over here whenever you want. Where's Mommy?" Both families were well aware of what went behind the door of each other's home.

Spencer shrugged as his eyes turned to Nancy. "At the gym. We fucked this morning, but I'm still horny. Sounds like you two were getting cranked up. Mind if I join in?" His eyes slid over Nancy's firm boobs and flat tummy. He licked his lips as he took in the tiny thong covering her cunt and further down her long toned legs. When he looked back at her face, her blue eyes were mirthful. At least she wasn't rolling them dramatically as Kim was.

"I don't think so Spencer," Kim said. While she thought Spencer was an attractive guy and he had a big cock and knew how to use it, there was something about his families' dynamic that creeped her out. They say that those in glass houses...... but the Reynolds with big Bob jacking off in the corner were just more....more sleazy. She gave a slight shudder remembering her job interview with the man. She looked over at Nancy who was coolly appraising Spencer, her long fingers idly caressing the outside of her round orbs. "But hey, if you two want to get it on, by all means do so. Far be it from me to stand in the way of true love." Nancy looked at her.

"You mean it Kim? You won't be mad?" The two lovers had a very open relationship, but Nancy knew how Kim felt about Spencer and she wasn't about to risk their relationship over him. Kim shrugged her shoulders and waved dismissively. Spencer was by now eagerly rubbing his hands together, his swimsuit tented out obscenely. Nancy looked over at him. "Alright. Let's see what you're bringing to the party."




The Neighborhood Girls



My mom and I had just moved to a new house in a small rural village. Dad had left years ago and Mom raised me on her own. I had just turned 18 and graduated from high school. I knew some of the neighbors from school and went out to meet them. 

I quickly ran into two girls who seemed to be together all the time. They were both 18 also and I knew them from school but we were not close friends. Jennifer had long brown hair and very pretty brown eyes. She had small breasts but a cute butt. She had a smile that seemed very friendly.

Carmen was a little taller and she also had brown hair with green eyes. Her breasts were larger and her butt was bigger as well but she wasn't fat. She was the "crazy" one who did not mind doing outrageous things for attention.

I saw them walking past our house and they stopped to talk to me for a while. 

"Hi Mike" said Carmen. "How do you like the new house?"

"Oh, it's pretty nice" I replied. We had a large garage with a loft out behind the house. "Do you girls want a short tour?"

I could not resist in at least asking them because I did not want to pass up a chance to start some conversation with them.

"Sure, we're not busy" said Jennifer. I took them around the house and showed them the garage. I had plans to fix up the loft and make a sort of a hideaway up there.

The girls seemed interested and I noticed that they were both keeping an eye on me as we walked and talked. I thought they were both very cute and was hoping that I would see more of them.

A few days had passed before I saw Jennifer walking past the house. I went out to talk to her and hopefully, keep her interested in me.

"Hi Jenny, what's up today?" I said as I came up to her.

"Not much, Carmen went away with her parents" she said. 

"Want to hang out for awhile?" I asked nervously. 

"Sure, why not?" she replied. "Let's go look at that loft of yours."

I was thrilled as we went into the garage. She seemed like she was wanting to be with me. I let her walk up the stairs to the loft while I got a close up of her sweet looking butt. She was wearing some tight shorts and it looked great. 

By the time we got to the top, my dick had begun to respond to Jenny and was expanding quickly. I tried to hide it by showing her around. We moved some boxes around and cleaned it up a little which gave me time to soften up.

"This will be great when it's all fixed up" she said. I was thinking that it had great possibilities myself as I stared at her beautiful body. She was very slim and athletic looking and her tight t-shirt and shorts looked sexy on her.

"Yeah, I think so, too" I said as I came out of my fog. "I hope to make it a place to hang out in."

"Well, I'd hang out here with you" she said with a smile.

I walked over to her and bent down to gently kiss her full lips. I wasn't sure if she was going to kiss me back or slap me but I had to try. When she began to kiss me with some passion, I was thrilled and excited. Not to mention my dick, which was doing flip flops in my shorts. Now it was rock hard and I put my arms around her to hold her while we kissed.

She used her tongue to tease me with and it was so soft and sensual. I could not believe my luck, kissing a pretty girl like Jenny. She put her arms around my waist as we kissed and sucked tongues. It seemed like hours but was really only minutes when we came up for some air.

"Wow, you are a great kisser" she gasped.

"Wow yourself, that was fantastic" I said breathing heavily.

We began to kiss some more and let our hands roam around each others backsides. She was a good kisser and she began to rub her body up against my cock. I went with it and pulled her tighter to me. Her boobs were tight against my chest and they felt great. 

We leaned back against some boxes and we were necking with alot of passion. We were getting worked up pretty fast and I started to run my hands down across her lovely ass. She just kept grinding against my cock. I was squeezing and feeling her ass while we played tonsil hockey. 

I was in heaven being with this pretty girl. I had girlfriends in the past but did not have alot of experience. This girl was hot and she was letting me kiss and grind into her. We broke for air again and we were both extremely excited.

She turned around and I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me. Her ass rubbed against my cock as my hands rubbed and stroked her tight, flat stomach. I kissed her neck and she kept her butt tight against my cock. She was stroking my cock with her ass and it was all I could do to keep from blowing it in my pants.

I reached up and cupped her pretty tits and felt their softness. Her hard nipples seemed long and they stuck out into my hands. I pinched and rolled her nipples between my fingers while she assaulted my cock with her ass. 

I slipped one hand down across her flat belly and down across her shorts and I could feel the heat between her legs. I ran my hand along the front of her shorts and my fingers traced along her panties.

Jenny could not believe what she was feeling. She thought Mike was a great looking guy but she did not plan to go this far this soon. She and Carmen have had experience with handjobs and even some oral sex but she was still a virgin. She was feeling extremely horny today. After their kiss, she felt her pussy juice up and she could not stop from rubbing on Mike. 

All of the kissing and rubbing was having an effect on her body. Her nipples were hard and tingling and her pussy was wet and very hot. She needed to cum and now Mike was getting close to her pussy. She couldn't tell him no, even if she wanted to.

I slipped my hand inside her shorts and under her panties. I could feel the heat and ran my fingers into her pubic hair. She did not have much hair and my fingers found their way into her pussy. Jenny spread her legs slightly and allowed my fingers to explore her hot pussy.

Her pussy was sopping wet and she slumped back against me as I used my fingers to find her clitoris. Jenny moaned as I stroked her clit. She could hardly stand when my fingers slipped into her pussy. I sawed my fingers in and out of her pussy. I held her close as I explored her pussy and even ran a finger down to her ass. She was very wet and I slid my hand around easily.

After a few minutes I concentrated on pinching and stroking her clit. I used my thumb to stroke it while I kept two fingers in her pussy. Jenny was trembling as her orgasm built up. I was still kissing her neck and squeezing her nipples with my free hand. 

Jenny couldn't take it anymore and her body stiffened up. Her orgasm racked through her body and her tits shook as she was sent over the edge. She was gasping and breathing heavily as her pussy spasmed with pleasure.

I held her and was amazed that I could make her cum as hard as she did. I hugged her while she regained her senses. My hand was covered with her juices and I licked it clean. She had a sweet tasting pussy and I took note that I would have to try that sometime.

When Jenny recovered from her orgasm she realized that Mike's cock was still hard and pressed up against her ass. 

"Holy crap, Mike" she gasped. "I have never cum that hard before. You are something else, big boy."

"And you are one sweet girl" I replied. "I've never done that before but it was fun and sure would like to do it again!"

"Well, maybe I will have to get Carmen to help me," Jenny said with a wink. "Right now, I see a problem I may be able to help you with." 

Jenny reached down and pulled my shorts down to my knees. My cock bounced out and hit her in the cheek. She used her hands to hold my cock and firmly began to stroke it. Precum was oozing from the end of my dick and Jenny rubbed it into the head of my cock.

There was no way I would last very long and soon I could feel the cum boiling in my balls. Just as Jenny reached up and rubbed my balls, I was ready to blast off.

I told her I was going to cum and then she amazed me even more by slipping the head of my cock into her mouth. It felt so soft and warm that my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I felt her tongue slither across my cock and then I lost it. I starting pumping my hot load into her willing mouth. I grunted with each spurt and my cum filled her mouth until it overflowed and ran down her chin. 

Jenny gulped it down like a pro and I looked on astonished. No one had ever swallowed my cum before and it was great. She kept pumping my cock into her mouth until there was nothing left. Now, I was the weak one and had to get my head together.

I pulled her to me and kissed her again, although I could taste cum on her lips. Her kisses were so soft and sensual, just using her tongue enough to tantalize me.

After a few more kisses, Jenny said she had to go but promised she would be back soon. I had a smile on my face for the rest of the day.

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After a few days, I had the loft looking pretty good. I laid down some old carpet and found two old chairs that my Mom said I could have. A few posters on the ceiling and I was pretty proud of myself. I even hung up a basketball rim in the lower garage area in case I wanted to shoot some hoops.

Jenny called and said that she and Carmen were bored and wanted to know if I wanted to hang out with them. I tried not to seem overly excited but I knew the possibilities could be extremely fun. I told them to come over and we could shoot some hoops for awhile.

I'm not sure that's what they had in mind but I assured them it would be fun. I had a little plan to add some excitement to our game. I devised a variation of the school yard game H-O-R-S-E and was sure they would try it.

The girls arrived and they were looking super. Both were wearing shorts and tight tank tops that showed alot of skin. I was shooting the ball when they came into the garage. I asked them if they wanted to play a game with me. Carmen immediately said yes, I sensed she was a little bit of a tomboy. Jenny, on the other hand, was a complete girly girl with very little basketball ability but she agreed to play along for the fun.

It was then that I explained the game to them. We would play H-O-R-S-E where one person makes a shot and the next person has to try and duplicate it. If they miss the shot, I explained that they would have to kiss the shooter and then remove a piece of clothing. Each kiss should last 30 seconds and if any skin is exposed, the shooter could also kiss that area for 30 seconds. The girls were very interested and wanted to see how this would play out.

I figured that both girls probably had shorts and panties on to go with a shirt and a bra. We agreed to leave our socks and shoes on because the garage floor was not the cleanest. That meant I could probably have the girls naked after a few shots.

Carmen was very excited after hearing about the game Mike wanted to play. Jenny had told her all about the playtime a few days earlier and was hoping to get in on the fun. Carmen was a little jealous but knew she would get a chance. She was looking forward to seeing Mike naked especially after Jenny had described his dick to her. She wanted a shot at Mike even if that meant sharing with Jenny. Her pussy was heating up as they talked about the game.

Jenny could not wait to tell Carmen about what had happened with Mike. They always told each other everything and she just had to share the experience with her best friend. Jenny told her every detail, taking time to slowly describe how her pussy felt as it built to an explosion. Jenny was panting as she relived the afternoon and was also wanting a repeat with Mike.

Both girls were feeling horny and excited listening to Mike talk. They both checked out his bulge and were impressed. They were both hot and ready to play.

I let Jenny take the first shot and she missed it badly. We all laughed as Carmen took the next shot. She just barely missed a twelve foot shot that bounced off the rim. I took the next shot and made a ten footer. We razed Jenny as she lined up the shot but pushed it to the right. I was excited as I got to kiss those lips again. Jenny melted into my mouth as we kissed for the full 30 seconds. Carmen told us when the time was up. 

Then I helped her pull her shirt up and over her sweet looking boobs. My dick was getting hard as Jenny had to try and play in her bra. We were all laughing as the game continued.

Carmen then made a bank shot from the side. It was a good shot and I was impressed as I missed it. My dick got harder as I leaned in for my first kiss with Carmen. She used her tongue alot and she was a pretty good kisser as well. These girls knew how to kiss. After 30 seconds, she removed my shirt and I felt both girls checking me out. Carmen then surprised me by leaning down and licking and sucking at my nipples. No one had ever done that to me before and my cock was fully extended and rock hard.

For my next shot, I made a foul shot and Jenny was laughing because she knew she was in trouble. Jenny tried hard but she missed that shot too. I was laughing too but I kissed her with great passion. She wrapped her arms around me and pushed her boobs against my bare chest. I held her head as we kissed, sucking at each other's tongues.

When we broke apart, I helped her unsnap her bra and she was now showing us her naked tits. They were fantastic. Perfect shaped globes with pink nipples dangling from them. Her nipples were hard and stuck out at least a quarter of an inch. I reminded her that I also got 30 seconds to kiss her bare skin and then placed my lips on her nipple. She let out a low moan as I used my tongue and lips to suck on her nipples. My hands were busy fondling her titties as I sucked on them. All too soon, time was up again.

Carmen, who was still fully dressed, took the next shot. She again made a nice little 8 foot shot. I lined it up but my dick was so hard that I missed it again. Part of me wanted to anyway!

This time Carmen hugged me tight as we kissed and I could feel her rubbing up against my hard cock. She was grinding on me pretty good when Jenny said time was up. She then helped me lower my shorts, leaving me in my boxers. 

I helped Jenny with her next shot because I wanted to see Carmen lose some clothes. It worked as she banked in a short side shot. I was pulling my boxers tight against my cock in order to distract Carmen and she missed the shot.

The girls looked confused when they realized that it meant that they would have to kiss. I told them to get on with it as they were holding up the game. I could not wait to see this. Two beautiful girls swapping tongues? Are you kidding? My dick was oozing juices now.

Carmen walked over to Jenny and they leaned into each other and starting kissing. I was in heaven as I watched their tongues slither into each other. Carmen's hands starting rubbing on Jenny's tits as they kissed. When they broke apart, Jenny took off Carmen's shirt. Carmen had really nice looking tits that spilled out of the top of her tight bra.

By this time, Jenny and I were down to our panties and boxers and Carmen had her shorts, bra and panties left. For my next shot, I decided to make a hard shot to push things a little further. I stepped back beyond the three point line and drained a long shot. Jenny tried but her boobs got in the way of throwing the ball that far and missed terribly.

Smiling like a tiger, I approached Jenny and started kissing and grinding into her body. She was hot and grinding her pussy on my cock as we rubbed each other. I broke it off and knelt down to ease her panties down her legs. I couldn't wait to see her pussy, my dick was throbbing so hard it hurt.

I grabbed the elastic on her panties and she wiggled her hips as I lowered them. Her light brown pussy hair came into view and was very sparse. I could see her pussy was slick with juices. After she kicked them off her foot, I leaned in and lightly kissed her pussy. My tongue snuck out and parted her lips and then I ran my tongue up and down her entire pussy. 

She parted her legs to allow me more room and I licked all over her pussy and then found her clit poking out. I ran my tongue all over it and rubbed it over and over. She tasted great and I couldn't get enough. I wrapped my hand around her butt and pulled her closer as I was getting into it. That's when Carmen yelled time was up.

The 30 second rule was teasing us all like crazy but we were having fun. Jenny was panting hard but tried to make her next shot. She was now nude and just kind of threw the ball up high and was amazed when it fell through the hoop. She jumped up and down with delight and me and Carmen enjoyed watching her body shake and jiggle.

Carmen was laughing hard as she tried to make it but didn't even come close. Jenny ran at her and jumped into her arms and began kissing and sucking at Carmen's tongue. Carmen's hands filled up with Jenny's tits as they fell against each other. Jenny then pulled Carmen's bra off and began sucking and licking her tits like a wild woman. Both girls were rubbing and squeezing each other and both were dripping with excitement.

Jenny looked up from sucking on Carmen's nipples and asked if we could go up into the loft. She had a glazed look in her eyes and I knew she was close to the edge. All three of us practically ran up the stairs.

Once upstairs, I removed Carmen's panties and now both girls were naked. I was too busy looking at pussies to notice both girls were advancing on me quickly. They pushed me onto my back and then they both pulled my boxers off me, leaving me naked as well.


Jenny said she wanted my dick so Carmen climbed up and lowered her hot pussy to my waiting tongue. I probed into her slick pussy and used my tongue to explore her lips and clit. She moaned when I licked her clit and I kept up the pressure on her. She was grinding her pussy into my tongue and her juices were flowing.

I tried to concentrate on Carmen's pussy as Jenny was rubbing and stroking my cock. I was close and tried to make it last. She started to lick the sides of my cock and ran her tongue all over the head of it and then down to my balls. She held my cock in her hand as she used her tongue to softly lick and suck on my balls. Her thumb gently massaged the head of my cock and kept me oozing precum.

Carmen leaned onto my chest as I sucked on her clit. She was moaning very loudly now and I knew she was going to cum any time. I sucked in her clit and then used my tongue to circle it and then went faster and faster. She let out high scream as her orgasm hit. Her ass and pussy was grinding onto my mouth and she stiffened up tight as she rode out her spasms. She rolled off of me weakly to the side and just laid on the floor, trying to catch her breath.

Jenny then started to suck on me hard. She held the head of my cock in her mouth as she used her hand to stroke the length of my cock. I could feel her tongue swirling around the head and she had great suction. She used her other hand to massage my balls and I could feel the fire coming up. I couldn't take it anymore and I shot my cum hard into her waiting mouth. She stroked me into her mouth until I stopped spurting. She was great and I thought she swallowed it all.

Jenny crawled over to Carmen and they began to kiss. That's when I saw Jenny feeding Carmen my cum. They were swapping tongues and cum back and forth and they were loving it. It was so exciting and stimulating to watch that my cock stayed half hard. These were two hot girls and they were putting on a show for me!

When they were done, Jenny told me it was her turn. I didn't quite know what she meant until she pushed me back again and planted her pussy on my mouth. I loved this girl's pussy and began to suck and lick it eagerly. She was creaming and it did not take her long to get heated up.




The Neighborhood



My face was squeezed into the tight space between her knockers and I could feel her nipples poking my ears. I inhaled the sweet scent of her sweaty tits and began to lick in between them, capturing the salty perspiration from her workout. Her hands entwined themselves in my hair as she drug my face from zone to zone. She pulled me back and then matter of factly popped her right nipple in my mouth! I licked and sucked, slobbering all over the tight little bud of flesh. She moaned louder and I noticed one of her hands had stolen down to between her thighs and was skimming back and forth over her mound.

"That's it baby. Suck my tits! You are making me feel so good!"

I pulled back and moved over to the twin peak. 

"I want to make you feel good Mrs.....Kay."

"Oh you are, you are! Keep doing that Mark. I could cum just from this!"

I tentatively looked up at her.

"What else could I do for you Kay?"

Her eyes sparkled as her mask of lust lit up in a big wide smile. She swung both legs around outside me and lowered her back to the floor.

"I was hoping you'd ask! Here, help pull my pants off!"

She raised her ass as I worked her tight shorts off the sweep of her hips. My nostrils were filled with the scent of her wet pussy and as it came into view I could see pearls of moisture clinging to the lips. I must have gasped because she giggled.

"I like to keep it short. Too much rough on the muff slows down the action!"

I actually laughed at this. Somehow I seemed to be getting more and more comfortable. What a far cry this was from the debacle with Nancy. I might actually have a sexual future!

Once her shorts had been pulled off and were left dangling from her ankle, she cocked her knees back to her and rested her feet flat on the floor. Kay raised herself up on her elbows and reached out to cup the back of my neck with her hand. She started pulling me down towards that pretty little pussy, but must have seen the hint of confusion on my face.

"Mark? You have done this before, right baby?" I tried to play it off and laughed a little too loud.

"Oh yeah! Sure! I lick pussy all the time back at school!" She smiled knowingly.

"You sweet, sweet bo...man. This is your first time right?" I was busted! My shoulders slumped and I nodded with my head down. "Don't worry about it baby," she coaxed, "You've really lucked out by giving it up to me. I'll teach you things you didn't think possible! And with that big fat cock of yours, we will both have grand old time learning!" I got back some of my earlier found confidence and reached under her ass, lifting it up to my face.

"That's it baby! Lick it and take mama to heaven!"

The mama thing kind of set me back, causing me to flash back to my own Mom and our quick kitchen hump, but I was too close to my first taste of pussy to give it much thought. I stuck out my tongue and tentatively licked the hooded area covering her clit. Paying attention in health class had finally paid off! Kay jerked in my hands.

"Not too much there Mark! It's super sensitive. When you feel me about to cum, suck my clit into your mouth. For now lick a little further down."

Being a good boy, I did as I was told and drug my tongue through the folds of her slit. It was so hot and musky; a salty, sweet taste flooded my mouth as her puss practically gushed on my tongue. I wormed my tongue lower still and found the entrance to her cunt. I stuck my tongue out as far as possible and mashed my face against her.

"Gaaaaahhhh!" That was her this time. My mouth was full this go-round.

I could feel the heat of her ass on my chin and jaw line and the only tuft of hair left on that sweet puss tickled the tip of my nose. I wanted to make this feel as good as she'd made me, so I really went to town, licking up and back, twisting my head to suck at the lips of her pussy.

"Ohhhh Mark! You are a natural born pussy eater! Where have you been all my life?"

"Right next door Kay," I thought. But from now on, I planned to spend as much of my time as possible in one position or another pleasuring this unbelievably hot woman of my dreams!

I kept at it, the taste of her igniting my passion to the degree that I think I actually began to grunt in satisfaction. She had a firm grip on the top of my head, but believe me, I wasn't going anywhere! It wasn't but moments later that her hand left my head and flew up to pull the nipple that she wasn't already attending to.

"That's it! That's it! Oh! Oh! Uhhhhnnnhhh!"

I only thought her pussy was wet until she orgasmed hard against my tongue. The seep of her juices became almost a flood and I frantically licked my way to her clit and sucked hard on it. Her ass went into hyper drive, humping against my face and I lost my grip somewhat. As I shifted my hands to regain control, my right pinkie finger slid up to the second knuckle in her piping hot ass!

"Fuuuuuuck!" Apparently, that really did it for her and it was all I could do to keep myself in contact with her bucking and twisting body. We slid over the linoleum of the kitchen floor, somehow ending up with me on my back and she riding the last waves of her orgasm on my drenched face. Interminably she slowed down and came to a standstill. Shaking like a leaf, she slid off my face and slumped to the ground. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and looked at her gasping, sweat covered body. 

"So, how was it," I said, summoning my vast reserve of suave. She giggled and gasped.

"I think you know exactly how good that was for me Mark! I can't get over how good your tongue felt!"

"There's more where that came from!" I was on a roll! I stood to my feet over her and pushed my shorts off my hips and to the floor. I gripped my towering cock and ran my hand down the shaft. As she looked up at me and wet her lips, I shook my length at her. "Now, how about me?"

She laughed and swung her legs under her, raising herself to her knees and mano e mano with my tool. Her eyes drank in the length and girth of me and I also appreciated the thick veins which she was now tracing with her beautifully manicured nails.

"What about you stud?" My heart sank for an instant. "There is no way I'm gonna be able to take that pussy stretcher in me for a while. My twat is still convulsing!"

Whew! I breathed a sigh of relief at this. I could wait. Hell, I had waited 19 years! What was a couple of minutes? Kay's hands stole up to cup her big tits. She lightly shook them, setting off a ripple across the expanse of her big fun bags.

"Soooo...what to do, what to do," she said wonderingly. She coyly looked up at me as she opened up her cleavage and wrapped those warm, soft jugs around the length of my staff. "I know! You can fuck my tits for me!"

I groaned in disbelief. If she only knew how many times I had jerked off in bed imagining this exact scenario! Her tits were the perfect size for this. Holding me between them, only a couple of inches of my cock poked out the top while the scruff of my balls rubbed along the bottom of her breasts. I was jerked out of this daze by her voice.

"Well, are you gonna fuck these tits of mine or am I going to have to do all the work," she laughed. I grinned sheepishly and drug my hips away; pulling my shaft down through the valley she had created. Ouch! My cum and her saliva had dried to a crust leaving us no lubrication. Ever the consummate professional, Kay seized the initiative, whipping my cock from between her mounds and gripping it before her face. She spat into both hands and began to rub them along my length while popping as much of my shaft as she could manage into her mouth. Slowly but surely she descended until about half of my approximately 10 inches were lodged in her maw. As the huge mushroom shaped head began to clog her throat she gagged slightly and pulled it out gasping.

"There we go! Now where were we?"

She slid my dork back in between her tits and wrapped her hands around the outside, leaving me a long, tight, hot tunnel to fuck. I thrust through it to the top, pausing as she swiped her long, pink tongue over the head.

"Oh, yeah! Fuck my tits Mark," she moaned as I slid back down the soft valley for another round trip. I gripped her shoulders and sped up my thrusts. The pistoning of my cock made a slurping sound between her tits to accompany the slap of my abs against the bottoms of her tits. The feeling was exquisite! If I wasn't so determined to get my first fuck with this red haired goddess, I would have loved to blast my second shot all over those glorious globes. None of this was to be however, as we were jolted out of our cocoon by the sound of squealing tires right outside the house!

"Shit! What was that?!" Kay jumped to her feet and pulled her top down and began struggling back into her shorts. "Mark you'd better get the hell out of here!" Survival instinct kicked in and I yanked my own shorts up while heading for the back door. I screeched to stop with the realization that I hadn't even thanked Mrs. Reynolds for her hospitality! What kind of guest was I?

"Uh, um, Mrs. Reynolds? Thanks for a really nice time...I hope to..."

"There may not be a next time unless you get the hell out of here Mark! Now go!" With that I sprang out the back door, leaped two patio chairs in a single bound and clambered over the wood fence separating our back yards. I dropped into a crouch and listened for a door slamming, breaking glass, gunshots, I don't know what.

After a second or two of not hearing anything, I dared a peak over the fence. Huh? There was no car in the drive. So what made that screech? Wait! I spied Spencer on his bike pedaling into the drive. I dropped back down and ran crouched over to our pool house and went into the half-bath. I stood in front of the mirror and struggled to catch my breath. As my pulse slowed I began to grin back at myself. You sly dog! A blowjob and abbreviated tit-fuck all in the same morning! If this was to be indicative of my summer break, I was in for a real good time! I went out to the pool and began cleaning it. Just then the back door opened and my mom came out wearing her bathing suit cover-up. Oh shit!

Kay and I were correct to be concerned about discovery during our tryst, as right about the time she was nestling my cock in between her knockers, her husband Bob was coming up the driveway, having forgotten some papers in his home office. He left the door open and the car running, knowing he'd be just a second.

Bob Reynolds was a big man, 6'2", 200lbs, with close cropped brown hair, just starting to gray at the temples. He was a former college football player who'd not gone to seed after his gridiron days, as he spent 4-5 days himself at the gym and prided himself on his physique and stamina. Stamina was something he needed in spades, as he was constantly being called on to satisfy his nympho wife. Not that he was complaining mind you! 

Sex between the Reynolds had always been hot and intense and Bob never turned down the opportunity to have a crack at those full lips, gorgeous tits or tight pussy. In the past week though, he felt his game beginning to slip somewhat. Kay didn't seem all that thrilled at his advances and she initiated any contact less and less. A creeping suspicion had cropped up that maybe his wife had someone on the side. God knows she had opportunities! Bob wasn't blind. He could see the way other men looked at Kay. He couldn't deny that she was sex on a stick and why should he get so worked up? He had his own little piece of ass on the side, Audrey, his 22 year old office assistant at the department store he owned. As hot as his wife was, he couldn't resist the charms of the nubile tart, with her long, black hair, firm, enhanced tits and tight ass, but that was fodder for another story.

As he walked past the kitchen window, movement caught his eye and he slowed, straining to see into the dim interior. Was that Mark Jordan? He was just standing with his shirt off, stock still and looking down at something. Bob's cock lurched in his pants as his mouth went dry. Aha! Caught you! But, little Mark Jordan from across the street? Bob dropped to a crouch and eased to the same side kitchen door Mark and Kay had just entered and eased his head to one of the lower panes to get a glimpse and time his entry for maximum terror.

He now could see that not only was Mark shirtless, but his shorts were puddled around his ankle as Bob's dear sweet wife Kay kneeled in front of him and sucked and stroked the biggest cock Bob had ever seen! Now that is saying a lot what with having been a former football jock, Bob had seen his share of dick in the showers, but that thing was huge! Bob became suddenly aware that his own thick 7 inches were straining the front of his khakis and he realized that no longer was he pissed; he was very excited by the sight in front of him.

Kay was straining to fit as much of the thick cock in her sucking mouth as was humanly possible. Her mouth was stretched obscenely around the rock hard shaft as her eyes appeared to be watering with the effort. He almost could hear the pop as she pulled it out of her mouth and slid it between her tits. As exciting as this display was, Bob was terrified of being discovered. What would Kay think if she saw him crouched down, peering into the window like some pervert? His failure to rip the door off the hinges and beat Mark Jordan's ass could be construed as tacit approval of her dalliance and his macho self-image couldn't stand that. He managed to tear his eyes away from the site of his wife getting her tits fucked by the next door neighbor kid and snuck back to his car. As he slowly backed out of the drive, his face flushed and his khaki's tight with excitement, he couldn't wait to get back to the store. Audrey was working today and she'd know just what to do! He inadvertently spun the tires heading up the street and had to swerve to avoid some kid on his bike. In his haze of lust, he didn't notice that it was Spencer!

Spencer Reynolds, best friend to Mark and only child to Bob and Kay, swerved as his Dad's car barreled past him. What the hell! Where was Dad going in such a hurry? As he rolled into the driveway, he thought he saw someone jump the fence between theirs and the Jordan's backyard. Was that Mark? His curiosity really up, he dropped his bike to the curb and jogged to the front door.

Spencer was almost a carbon copy of Mark; 6 feet tall, 190 lbs, kept himself in good shape at the gym with his dad. He got his hair and eyes from his mom and also her love of sex! Where Mark was timid in dealings with females, Spencer was forward, very forward. Once he had his eye on a female, he did not rest until they were kneeling before him, heaving under him or in whatever position he desired them in to service his smooth 8 inches. He prided himself on his stamina and ability to get it up time and time again. Spencer's obsession with sex ran so deep that he had taken a job this summer without the knowledge of his parents, even though he didn't want for money. He was working at the local XXX video shop! He had figured that might be a good place to troll for horny females, but had so far been a bust. All of the store's clientele shopped at the same raincoat store and while many a raised eyebrow had been shot his direction as they entered the peep show booths, he wasn't swinging that way no matter how hard up he got. Things had been looking up in the companionship department lately however, which had prompted him to beg off sick from work and head home. With the screeching exit of his father and what appeared to be his best friend bailing over the fence, his radar was humming.

"Mom, I'm home," Spencer burst through the door and went searching for his mother. He found her in the kitchen, busying herself at the sink, surrounded by the unmistakable smell of sex in the air! Bingo! Dad had been shtupping Mom and Mark...well, Mark must have been spying on them! Spencer had prayed for a week for just this type of situation, for you see the reason his sex life was looking up, was turning from the sink and fixing him with a forced smile!

"Spencer, what are you doing home so early?"

Last weekend, after coming home from his first day at the grindstone, shrink wrapping fuck flicks, Spencer was as horny as he'd ever been. Being surrounded non-stop with depictions of every sex act imaginable had given him an erection that refused to go away. He had run upstairs to rub out a quick one before heading off in search of some local talent. Dropping trou in the bathroom, he didn't stop to lock the door, and so when his mom walked in, there was no time to hide what he was doing.

Kay's mouth dropped open in shock and she started to leave, but the sight of Spencer's erect cock rooted her in place. Jutting up from his crotch like a thick club, his thick 8 inches throbbed and bounced as he jerked his hand away from it as if scalded.

"Shit! Mom! Ever heard of knocking?!" Spencer was flushing a scarlet red and scrambling to pull up his pants.

Kay had to smile. As much as she loved him, Spencer was a cocky little shit like his father, and she was amused at how her appearance had rattled him. She decided to have a little harmless fun. She dropped her voice an octave, with an exaggerated sexual bent to it.

"Don't stop on my account baby! You obviously need some relief. I didn't mean to interrupt!" With that, she shut the door behind her, crossed her arms underneath her boobs and leaned back against it smirking.

Spencer was dumbfounded. Did she intend that he continue, or was she just fucking with him? He was obviously aware of her proclivities, but this was something entirely different. His gaze slid from his mother's smirk, down her long tanned neck and rested on the cleavage she had inadvertently pushed up above her scoop necked top on display. God she had a nice set of tits! Mom or not, the round globes were full and perky, complete with a pair of rock hard nipples poking through the sheer white fabric. It didn't look like she was wearing a bra! Spencer had ogled his mom's tits countless times around the back yard pool as she paraded around in suits made up of little more than a g-string and pasties supported by dental floss. Quickly getting back his confidence, it was Spencer's turn to smirk as he dropped his pants back to his ankles and gripping his meat, began to slide his right hand up and down its length.

"Yeah, you want to watch Mom? Haven't been getting enough lately from dear old Dad? I'll give you a show."

Kay's grin began to falter as the tables turned and she reached back to open the door and flee a situation that was rapidly getting out of control.

"I was just messing with you Spencer! Don't be sick!"

As she turned the knob and tried to open the door, Spencer stepped out of his pants and turned fully to face her.

"Don't bullshit me Mom! This is turning you on as much as it is me! Don't deny that you want to see me pull a big load out of this cock. Or would you rather help me?" With that he strode forward, grabbed her hand and pulled it to his throbbing erection!

Reflexively, Kay gripped the shaft in her tiny hand, her fingers failing to meet around the width. She couldn't deny she was turned on. Her shallow, quick breaths and flushing complexion gave her away. She protested while making no effort to remove her hand.

"This is so wrong Spencer! I was just yanking your chain..."

"Well, now you're yanking my cock! Your hand feels so good! Run it back and forth! Jack me off!" With his own hands free, Spencer ran them up his mother's arms and began to caress the outside curves of her breasts.

Her head suddenly spinning from lust, Kay found herself squeezing his shaft and pulling her hand towards the tip. Upon reaching the top, she smoothed her thumb over the head, spreading his precum around the mushroom shaped helmet.




The Neighborhood



"Oh, baby! I can't believe what you are making me do! I never thought I'd raise a son who got off on hand jobs from his very own mother!"

"Get real Mom! You're a fucking walking wet dream and you know it! I'd have to be a eunuch not to be turned on by you!"

Kay found herself rapidly spinning down out of control. She began to squeeze and stroke his cock faster, as Spencer had moved on to boldly cup and squeeze the bountiful jugs of his mother, elevating her passion. Kay brought her left hand up under his stalk to cup his balls. She cradled the sac, imagining the cum sloshing around inside.

"Spencer where is this going?" She continued to whip her hand up and down his shaft as he thrust his hips against her. "If your father came home right now, you and I both would be out on our ass!"

Spencer grinned at her, "Well, let's make it worth while. Your bed or mine?"

Kay's eyes were almost crossing with lust. 

"Yours....and hurry!"

The crazed, incestuous duo headed across the hall, shedding clothes as they went. By the time they got to the bed, they wore not a stitch of clothing and both paused to appraise the other's attributes.

Spencer could not get over how hot his Mom looked. Her body was in incredible shape for a woman of 40. The hours of gym time had definitely paid off. If there was any extra weight, it was in all the right places. Her full, heavy breasts bobbed enticingly on her chest and the curve of her hips and ass would have looked at home on any twenty something coed. Kay took in Spencer's broad chest and shoulders, stepping forward to run a fingernail down his chiseled abs before again gripping his rigid tool. 

"How do you want me baby? This can only happen this one time, hear me?"

"Yeah I hear you. Now get that sweet ass of yours in my bed."

Kay dropped back onto the bed, the impact causing her 32DDs to bounce and slap against each other. She propped herself back against her hands and shook her hair out, her blue eyes sparkling. Spencer stood over her, running his hand back and forth over his cock, the head steadily dripping. He put his knees on the bed and slid forward until her legs lay over his. She began to pull him towards her with her legs to his side. Spencer reached down and lifted her legs up until her ankles were propped on his shoulders. Kay dropped back on forearms, but kept her head craned forward to see what Spencer would do next.

As accomplished as Spencer was in matters such as this, he found his hands trembling as he ran them down her smooth, toned legs and under her hips to her tight ass. He palmed and squeezed the globes, then brought his hands around, the left sliding up her stomach to pull and tweak her up thrust nipples, the right gripped his cock as he brought it up into contact with the very place he had entered this world from. He swept the head back and forth over the sparse landing strip of hair. Moving lower he pressed the tip into the clitoris, feeling the heat spike into him.

Kay's hips began to gyrate with the contact. She bit into her lower lip, stifling a groan of lust.

Spencer moved his hips down and drug the spongy tip through the outer lips. They flowered open and bathed him in warm wetness. This time they both groaned as he continued to rub himself back and forth, coating his cock head in her juices.

"Ohhhh! God, please put it in me baby! I am so ready for this! Fuck me Spencer! Fuck your mother!"

Spencer positioned himself at her tight, pulsing hole and smoothly slid forward in one long stroke. As his balls came to rest against her ass, both participants exhaled mightily.

Spencer could feel the rhythmic squeezing of his mother's vaginal walls along his length, pulling him deeper, but even with his size, that was as much as he had to give. The fit was tight, but not overly so, given Kay's history. He drug his hips back and forth, repeatedly jarring her small frame with his thrusts. He bent forward, folding her further over and placed his palms outside her shoulders. Kay's hands shot up and encircled his neck, her fingers squeezing and rubbing. Both of them knew that the depravity of their act would push them over the edge much too quickly, so they strained and pushed against each other, climbing the hill towards their climax. 

Beads of sweat gathered on Spencer's brow as he fucked his mother like a man possessed, the slap of their flesh bouncing off the walls of his bedroom. Her pussy was dripping wet, soaking his thighs and crotch, while his balls bounced and rubbed against her ass.

"You like that Mom? You like that big cock fucking your tight pussy?"

"God yes son! Fuck me! Make me cum all over that big, beautiful dick!"

Spencer's pole slid and slurped up into his mother's cunt. Her lips coaxing and pulling at his length with each mighty thrust. He could feel the heat of her ass against his balls as they slapped repeatedly against her rear. Kay's legs tightened around his waist and she pulled herself up until her rock hard nipples were dragging across his broad chest as he labored over her.

"I'm so close Spencer! Faster! Faster! That's it! I'm cumming!"

At this she flung her head back, emitting a guttural scream of passion, grinding her hips frantically against his plunging tool. The sight and sound and feel of his mother's orgasm were too much for the teenager as he felt his own climax overwhelm him.

"Fuuuuuck!" Spencer's balls convulsed and clenched, spraying spurt after mighty spurt of protein up his mother's hole. His hands found her hips and gyrated her body on his lance as he wrung out his load. The feel of the white hot streams of sperm ignited a second orgasm in Kay, causing her to lose hold of Spencer's neck and fall back against the bed, flopping and gasping. Drained, Spencer fell forward, disengaging his cock from his mother and laying panting beside her.

An awkward silence engulfed the space that the sounds of passion had just recently filled. Both parties recognized the gravity of what they had just done, but neither seemed willing to acknowledge it, or the pleasure they had obviously received. 

Kay could not bring herself to look over at her son. While she felt that this had been one, if not the best, fucks of her life. She knew that a slippery slope rested in front of them and she would have to be the adult here and prevent this from ever happening again.

"Spencer, I think that we should..."

Emboldened by his mother breaking the ice first, Spencer rushed in. He raised himself up on his elbow and reached out to trace the curve of her hip with his fingers. 

"That was fantastic Mom! I've never..."

Kay jerked from his touch as if burned.

"No Spencer! This was wrong! So wrong! We must never even speak of what just happened. Do you understand?" Kay rolled out of her son's bed and began to gather her discarded clothes from the floor. She spied the hurt look on Spencer's face as he opened his mouth to speak.

"But Mom! That was incredible! Don't tell me you didn't..."

Clutching her clothes to her chest, Kay raised a finger to silence him.

"Not another word!" With that she fled from his room. He heard the door to her bedroom slam behind her.

"Spencer? Are you alright? I asked you a question?"

Spencer was jerked back to present time by her voice. He took in her flushed features and slightly out of breath voice and decided that now was probably the best time ever to get the fuck train with his mother back on track.

"I'm fine Mom. And it appears so are you! Why so out of breath?"

Kay flushed red at this and turned back to the sink, hoping he hadn't seen her reaction.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean! I'm just cleaning up in here."

Spencer closed the space between them in three long strides. He pressed himself up against the curve of his mother's ass and pulled her T-shirt up and over her fat boobs, kneading them like bread dough. Kay's breath caught in her throat as she was plunged right back into lust. And this so soon after Mark left! She had hoped that would have taken the edge off, but Spencer's strong hands and turgid erection pressing into her ass erased any hopes of that.

"Don't bullshit me mom! I can put two and two together. I'm not blind! I saw what I needed to see as I rode up!"

Kay gasped! Spencer must have seen Mark going over the fence! What must he be thinking! They both knew she was a helpless cum slut, but to stoop to seducing his best friend? She turned to face him. Maybe by giving in to his advances she could change the subject and deal with that issue later.

"Spencer, I'm so sorry! I've just been so horny since you and I fucked! I've been going out of my mind! I didn't mean it to happen. Mark was just here and we..."

At this Spencer visibly recoiled and pulled back from her.

"Mark? I thought that you and Dad were..."

Suddenly, Spencer's eyes were drawn to his mother's hairline and to the skunk stripe of cum from Mark's cock that was rapidly congealing there! 

Kay suddenly knew that she had it all wrong! Spencer had thought that she and Bob were fooling around! But why would he assume...unless that had been Bob's car they had heard on the street! Her head swam with the possibility that Bob had witnessed she and Mark! She noticed the direction of Spencer's gaze and her hand flew up to touch the drying cum shot.

"Oh my God! Oh, Spencer! I am so sorry! I didn't mean to..."

Spencer's eyes flashed in fury. His own best friend! Fucking his mother right in their own kitchen! As he gripped his mother's arms he envisioned himself pummeling Mark for this transgression. But just as suddenly as he thought it, he thought again. He couldn't blame Mark for this! The blame rested squarely on his cunt of a mother! Denying him the very thing she was giving up so willingly to his best friend! Well, he'd just have to see about that!

Mark spun his mother around to face the sink again and pressed her head downwards. She writhed and struggled against his strong grip, desperate to extract herself from him.

"Let me go Spencer! You're hurting my arms! Please!" Not sensing any loosening of his grip, she resorted to desperate measures. "If you don't let me go right now, I'm going to start screaming my head off! I'll call your father! I'll..."

"You're not going to do shit Mom," he said as he started to hunch his turgid cock against her tight ass. "First off, dad probably saw you fucking around with Mark. He almost ran me over pulling out of the driveway! And secondly, you and I both know you could care less whose body a cock is attached too, as long as it's long and fat and gets you off! So stop fighting me!"

Kay continued to buck and squirm however, so Spencer moved his left hand to grasp her reddish brown ponytail, keeping her pushed forward, while his right hand moved down and began to rip her shorts down.

Kay's eyes bugged out in shock at the realization that her own son was going to forcibly take her whether she wanted to or not. While shocked, she was still turned on, however. Mrs. Reynolds had often engaged in role play with Spencer's father. Sometimes taking the role of the innocent housewife, forcibly ravaged by the delivery man, for example. But this was real! And her own son! 

Her struggles did not prevent Spencer from pushing her shorts and panties to her knees and now he began to unbuckle his pants, then unzipping his fly, he reached in and pulled his thick 8 inches out into the open. Kay continued to whimper and lurch in front of him. None of that mattered to her son however. His mind was consumed with the thought that his cock slut mom was giving it up to his best friend, while denying him. With no warning whatsoever, he thrust his cock into her wet cunt, balls deep. Both parties' heads jerked back and emitted simultaneous groans of pleasure.

Spencer began to fuck furiously into his mother with no build up. She jerked and shuddered before him as his left hand left her ponytail to grip her hips and pull her on and off his rampaging cock in time with his thrusts.

Kay pushed her upper body erect, allowing her big, firm tits to swing and bounce freely. She clenched her blue eyes shut and tried not to give into the feelings of pleasure that Spencer's fucking was giving her. When his hands stole up from her soft hips and began to squeeze her fat double Ds she lost the will to resist and began to pump her own hips back at her son.

"Oh God Spencer! That's it baby! Fuck your mother! Fuck me hard! I don't know what I was thinking trying to put you off. Your cock feels so good in me! I want you to fuck me like this every day!"

While Spencer was glad to see that his sexy mother was coming around to his way of thinking, he still had not forgotten the fact that she had also given it up to Mark while denying him. He then thought of a way to punish her somewhat, while still taking his own pleasure.

Spencer pulled his long cock out of his mother's gash and pried her firm ass cheeks apart. Her pink tinged asshole winked at him as he covered it with a well aimed gob of spit. He then positioned his fat cock head and began to push forward into her shit chute.

Kay's sparkling blue eyes flew open as she realized what her son was doing. While she was a veteran in most everything sexual, that particular orifice was not used to the treatment Spencer was giving it as he insistently pushed his cock into her ultra-tight ass. She denied her own husband the pleasure of anal, the memories of the gang bang she was the centerpiece of in college seemed so fresh every time he attempted the act, and she could not go through with it. There was no denying however, the warm flush that was beginning to creep up alongside the pain of having her son's thick cock lodged in her ass. With an almost audible pop, his meaty helmet slid past her ass ring, into the canal, and began to steadily push forward.

Spencer could feel the slight relaxation of his mother as his pole continued to press forward. Kay's breath was still labored from struggling and she continued to whimper, but her hand now stole down between her legs and began to frig her clit in time with Spencer's thrusts.

"Yeah! That's it Mom! You're loving it aren't you, you filthy slut!?" Spencer now realized that there was probably no revenge he could extract from his mother sexually that she wouldn't end up getting off of. The tightness of her ass was getting to him however, so he reached over to the kitchen cabinet and pulled out a bottle of cooking oil. He then dripped some of the liquid onto the 5 inches of cock still outside his mother's ass. Replacing the lid he moved his hands back to her hips and continued pressing forward into the warm, tight hole.

"Oh, Spencer! You motherfucker you! Take my ass! Fuck me like the slut I am!"

At that, Spencer pulled back slightly then slowly slid the rest of his cock into his mother's ass. He paused for a few seconds to allow her to get used to his width, then slowly pulled himself back halfway and rammed forward.

Kay's breath was expelled out of her from the onslaught, but her hand never left her pussy, stroking and tweaking herself towards climax.

Spencer now found his rhythm, pulling out and thrusting forward, battering his mother's voluptuous body with the impact of his fuck strokes. Both bodies were drenched in sweat from their exertions, as they strained against each other in pleasure.

The moist heat of his mother's ass was getting to be too much for Spencer. He could feel the onset of his orgasm as his hips went into hyper drive, fucking his stick in and out of his mother's buttery ass.

"Ohhhh, Mom, here it comes! Take it! Take it all!"

Kay could feel every vein and ridge of Spencer's cock lodged deep in her ass. She felt the puffing up of the head as his balls lurched and spewed their contents into her guts. Her own orgasm burst forth, enveloping her from head to toe in pleasure in time with her son's.

"God yes! Oh baby! Shoot it in my ass! That's it!" 

His cock lurched and throbbed, belching shot after shot deep inside her. As his climax waned, Spencer fell forward onto his mother's sweat covered back and nibbled on the nape of her neck. The incestuous pair gasped for air. After a few moments, Kay spoke.

"That was incredible Spencer! I can't believe you made me cum so hard fucking my ass! No more silly games. You can have me any time you want!"

Spencer smiled while his tongue slid along her neck.

"But what about dad? I think he saw you and Mark. And speaking of Mark, what the hell was that about?" Spencer slowly extracted his softening prick from his mother's ass and turned her to him, pulling her into his arms.

"You know what a slut I am and when I saw what he had in those shorts I couldn't help myself! I don't know what to do about your father. I can't believe he didn't kick down the door and kill us both."

"He probably got off on it," Spencer laughed. "Mark's tool is way bigger than Dad's or mine for that matter!"

Hearing her son now, Kay looked up at him hopefully.

"You're not still mad at me are you?"

Spencer gazed into his mother's beautiful blue eyes and smiled down at her.

"Nah! Just don't go tiring yourself out with Mark. Matter of fact, how about I get him over here and we'll all three go at it?"

Kay's face lit up with a devilish grin.

"Ooooh! A teen sandwich with me as the filling! You think Mark would go for it?"

"Shit yeah! This was probably his first time for anything. I think I can talk him into it."

The thought of he and his best friend double-teaming his mom was exciting beyond belief! His flagging cock reversed course and began to lift back up.

Kay felt its rise along her hip.

"Spencer! Still got some lead in that pencil I see! Let's go up to my room and fuck properly as mother and son!"

She turned and grabbed his hand, making for the stairs, but Spencer stopped her and pulled her back towards him.

"Later Mom. I really need to go back to work."

"Work? What work?"

Despite their recent intimacy, Spencer flushed red.

"Out with it Spencer! What are you doing all day?"

"Tell you what Mom," he said as he turned and dropped into a chair, and began to stroke his hardening cock. "You take care of this for me and I'll tell you all about it."

"With pleasure," Kay said as she lowered herself to her knees, grasped her son's cock and began to suck with gusto.

Bob Reynolds broke the land speed record for sedans in getting back to his department store. He hurriedly parked his car and grabbed the morning paper to hide the pup tent pitched in the front of his slacks. He strode inside, his head on a swivel, looking for his assistant Audrey.

Bob's department store was very successful for a couple of reasons. First, it was a classy place in a town with not many other options and secondly, his hiring practices ensured that only the most attractive applicants, male or female, ever worked there. Bob, of course, handled the female applicants, while Audrey "screened" the males. As a result, customers were attracted either consciously or unconsciously to the "items" on display. It was no secret in town, that an unsatisfied housewife could find just about anything she needed or desired at "Reynolds", often times in the mattress storage area of the warehouse. Or, that a business man purchasing a suit could get his inseam "adjusted" in the dressing rooms without worry of repercussions. Bob paid well and made sure that everyone thought of "Reynolds" as their home away from home.

As he headed down the aisle to his office, Bob met the eyes of his employees, nodding to the males and scanning the attire of the females to make sure that just the right amount of flesh was on display. More than one of the girls met his gaze hotly. They remembered their final interview with their handsome boss fondly. It always ended with them on their knees behind Bob's desk with a mouthful of his cock. But that was the first and last time with him. He told himself he had to remain professional, as if that was still possible, but the real reason was now hurrying towards him, her stiletto heels clicking on the tile.




The Neighborhood



Audrey had come to work for Bob after graduating high school and after gobbling his knob to the root in an unmatched show of skill had moved almost immediately into the role of his assistant. Not many days went by when she didn't find herself with his cock in her mouth, pussy or even ass. If she was honest, she would have admitted that she was definitely ad"dick"ted to him and maybe a little bit in love. But she knew it wouldn't lead anywhere, so she accepted her role as Bob's personal cum rag and everyone was happy!

"Audrey, I need to see you in my office now!"

The hot, little receptionist recognized the urgency in her bosses' voice and could feel the nipples on her enhanced 36Ds twist into erectness. But it would have to wait.

"I understand sir, but you have a potential employee waiting on you for their final interview."

That brought Bob up short. He wasn't hiring right now and knew that there was no one in the process. So how could there be a "final" interview scheduled. Audrey carefully screened all female applicants before they were sent to Bob for final review. The astute ones picked up on what was expected of them by the owner, so it was just a matter of Bob closing the deal. 

"Are you sure? Have they been screened?"

Audrey smiled as she noticed the bulge in the front of her boss' slacks.

"Quite sure sir. She was recommended by Sue Pritchett."

Bob thought for a second. Ahh! Pritchett! She worked in Men's Suits and was one of his top sales girls. Mostly due to the fact that she had an insatiable thirst for cum and calluses on her knees from the hours spent on the floor of the dressing room. He could still remember the day she showed up for her final interview still wearing her high school cheerleading outfit, sans panties of course. Bob was unable to take notes that day, both hands being full of her long pig tails as he guided her hot, sucking mouth back and forth over his cock. If Sue had recommended her, she had to be an easy close.

"Hold my calls Audrey," he said as he walked back to his office.

"Certainly sir."

Audrey smirked and wished she could be there to see the look on his face when he saw exactly who the applicant was.

Bob was whistling a tune as he stepped into his office and spied the applicant patiently waiting in a chair facing his desk. She looked to be wearing workout clothes, a half jog top and tight spandex shorts. Her long brown hair was tied up into a bun atop her head which was a plus. Bob hated to see hair draping down over a cocksucker's face. It blocked the wonderful view! He reached back and closed the door with a click. At the sound, the applicant turned to face him.

It was Mark Jordan's kid sister, Kim! 

Bob's mouth must have dropped open in shock because Kim smiled, stood and walked forward with her hand outstretched.

"Sorry to surprise you like this Mr. Reynolds! Your assistant said you weren't hiring, but when I explained that we were neighbors and I just need a job for the summer, she said you would probably give me a final interview today!"

Audrey! Bob knew that she was probably getting a huge laugh out of this at his expense. That bitch must think it was funny to send in his next door neighbor. This was hitting a little too close to home. He didn't want to run the risk of the goings on at "Reynolds" getting out, which was why his employees were paid so well, but after what he had seen with Kim's brother and his wife this morning, he thought twice. It would be pretty good revenge to uncork a load into the hot little teen's gullet after her brother had done the same to his wife this morning!

"Not a problem Kim," he said, his eyes trailing down from her smiling face to her jog top. The expanse of cleavage there almost took his breath away. Her fat, round 36Ds threatened to bust out of the top and her nipples were visible. Bob kept the temperature low in his office for just that reason. As he brought his gaze back up, he could see the knowing look in her eyes as her mouth partially opened and her tongue snaked slightly out to touch her upper lip.

"I apologize for my attire Mr. Reynolds. I had my mom drop me off after my work out. I hope it's not a deal breaker!"

Almost in a daze at the sight of the nubile teen in front of him, Bob ignored her outstretched hand and walked over to half-sit on the edge of his desk. Without thinking, he dropped the newspaper he had been holding in front of his crotch on the desks' surface, exposing his erection to the gaze of Kim.

Kim's eyes were instantly drawn to the tenting of his slacks. Hmmm! Good length there. Wonder what had gotten him all bothered. She followed and slid back into the seat facing him.

As Kim walked over, Bob's hungry eyes devoured the curves on display. In addition to her obviously tremendous boobs, her legs were long and lean, her ass and hips curvy without being overwhelming. She obviously kept herself in top shape, but those tits! Oh, those tits! Bob had salivated over her mother Vivian's rack for years and it appeared the boob fairy had blessed her daughter as well! 

Suddenly, he again became aware of his "condition" and almost moved to cover it, but thought what the fuck? If Sue Pritchett had recommended her, she must know what was expected of her.

"So Kim, you are just looking for a summer job then?"

"Yes Mr. Reynolds. I'm going off to school in the fall, but I'd like to work part-time and earn some spending money. I'll work really hard if you will show me the ropes."

I'll show you some ropes alright, thought Bob. The kind of ropes a fat cock spit out on willing teen employees.

"Well, I don't know Kim. As Audrey told you, I'm not hiring right now. I've got all the summer help I need. How much experience do you have?"

Kim smiled. Mr. Reynolds had to know she had never worked a day in her life and really wasn't planning on starting now. But she was an accomplished fellatrix and if what Sue had told her was true, Bob Reynolds weakness was a hot sucking mouth and she had one of the hottest in four states!

"I've never had a real job before Mr. Reynolds," she said, adopting a girlish tone and pausing to bite her full bottom lip, "But I have job experience, if you follow me."

Bob grinned. This was almost too easy! Job experience indeed. Blow jobs to be sure. He dropped his leg off the desk and stood in front of the teen.

"I'm not sure I follow you Kim. Can you explain?"

Kim's smile broadened as she slid out of her seat to her knees in front of her next door neighbor and potential employer.

"Why don't I just show you," she said as she reached up and began to unbuckle his pants.

Bob grinned lewdly as the sexy little teen unbuckled his belt and began to undo the button of his slacks with one hand while drawing down his zipper with the other. Her beautiful blue eyes never left his as her wet, pink tongue pushed out and began to run over her full, red lips. His eyes dropped down her long, elegant neck to her chest and beheld the glorious gap between her fat jugs. He reached down and began to draw her top up over her head.

Kim had had an idea of what might be expected of her at this interview so she had graciously left her bra at the gym. As her snug jog top stretched up and over her firm, round 36Ds and came to rest on top of them, she could feel her boobs bounce and stretch back to normal after being squeezed into the garment.

Bob's eyes feasted on the bountiful, fat globes as they swayed slightly from the movements of Kim's arms. She now had his fly and button open and moved her hands to the top of his pants to pull them down. Bob reached down and placed his hands over hers stopping her. Her blue eyes, which were now fastened on the bulge facing her, flitted up to meet his.

"You sure you want to do this Kim," Bob asked. He noticed her mouth gulp before answering. She was actually salivating at the chance to suck his cock!

"Like nothing before." With that she yanked his trousers to his knees in one move.

Bob's 7" lead pipe swung up from its confines like a jack-in-the-box, grazing Kim's cheek and leaving a swath of clear liquid before settling in to point directly between her eyes. Kim's eyes practically crossed to focus on the pulsing red helmet just inches from her face. She licked her lips quickly, then darted her tongue forward to tease a drop of precum which was oozing out of the head. One hand came up to cradle his balls while the other gripped the shaft at the base. Her fingertips did not meet around the thick shaft as she tugged it up the stalk causing more liquid to seep out of his cock head which she eagerly lapped up like a kitten before a bowl of milk.

Bob Reynolds was in heaven! Here he stood like a god over his little next door neighbor who was now rapidly shucking her fist up and down his pole while her warm, wet tongue lolled all over his gleaming head. In all the years of watching little Kim Jordan grow up and blossom into womanhood right next door, Bob had certainly imagined such a scenario, but never had he thought it might actually happen.

As if reading his mind, Kim looked up at him.

"Quite a different sight than watching me eat ice cream cones around the pool, huh Mr. Reynolds?"

Bob groaned and palmed the back of her head while removing the hand gripping his shaft. He lifted his tool up with his other hand and pulled the sexy teen's mouth to his balls.

"Oh, lick my balls little girl. Feel what I've got stored up in there for you!"

Kim's wet tongue immediately went to work, teasing and lathing his sac in saliva. She opened her mouth wide, taking one of the ping-pong ball sized eggs into her mouth, sucking it tenderly. Then spitting it out, she repeated the process on the other. Her excitement building, she shifted her position on her knees, bringing one of her sneaker clad feet in contact with her pulsing pussy and she began to grind herself on the heel. Her stiff nippled tits drug back and forth on his hairy legs, further elevating the excitement level for both parties.

As much pleasure as he was deriving from the ball sucking teen, Bob needed more. He pulled back away from her as she twisted back before him.

"Enough of that Kim. Start sucking."

"With pleasure Mr. Reynolds," Kim smiled as her mouth opened wide and descended over his looming cock. With a groan from Bob, her mouth went down, down, enveloping half of his dick in one fell swoop. She fastened her full lips around the shaft and paused; her tongue swirling and swiping over the tube while her cheeks hollowed out and began sucking as if her life, rather than her job, depended on it.

"Shit!" Bob had never felt such an incredible amount of force from such a hot mouth before. Not even Audrey, with her freakish deep throat skills sucked so hard. His wife, well his wife loved his hard cock in her mouth, but she seemed to view it as a means to an end. Getting it up as fast as possible so they could fuck. No, this girl was a pro. She was sucking for the pure pleasure of sucking. 

Kim slowly drew her mouth back, her tongue flailing the whole way and her mouth sucking like a possessed vacuum. His cock was leaking non-stop now. The drops of precum exploding in her mouth like flavor crystals. Kim had lost count of the number of cocks she had sucked off over the years and had never lost the thrill she got from that first taste of cock meat as she thrust them into her mouth. Mr. Reynolds cum was particularly salty and flavorful, she thought as she savored the slimy drops before swallowing them. 

As she reached the top of his shaft, she drew her mouth off with a loud pop.

"Mmmmmm! That's yummy Mr. Reynolds. Why haven't you shared this with me before now! I've been right next door all this time and would have loved to suck your big cock for you whenever you wanted!"

Bob groaned in lust. All those years of watching little Kim Jordan parade around his and the Jordan's pool in her little swimsuits and not knowing what a shameless cocksucker she was. Well, you couldn't turn back the hands of time, so he'd better make up for it now.

With a growl, he put both hands on top of her blonde bun and pulled her back onto his cock, lodging five of his seven inches in her mouth. Right to the back of her throat.

The move caught Kim off-guard and she gagged slightly as the big, fat head pressed against her throat. Regaining her composure quickly, she relaxed her throat muscles and pressed forward until his pubes rested firmly on her lips and nose and his entire cock was bathed in her piping hot mouth and throat! She then began to swallow and suck voraciously, her tongue darting out to lick his balls.

Bob held her head tight against his abdomen. He didn't want this to end so quickly, but his cock had been stiff since seeing his wife sucking off Kim's brother and the molten load of cum in his balls was demanding release. He then pulled her back halfway and began to thrust his hips against her mouth while holding her head still.

Kim's big tits bounced and swayed underneath her while Mr. Reynolds fucked her face. Saliva was steadily drooling out of her mouth, dripping onto the carpet and between her tits. His balls swung and bounced off her chin, scratching it with their hairs. She brought her hands around to grip his ass, signaling him to pound her pretty little mouth. 

This onslaught lasted for about another thirty seconds until Bob's vision began to blur and he saw stars as his climax began to approach. But suddenly, Kim pulled back away from him.

"What...what the fuck! I'm so close! What are you doing," Bob said as Kim looked up at him.

The lust in her eyes was painfully evident as the sexy teen began to paw and knead her firm, round tits.

"I need to get fucked Mr. Reynolds. You've got me so hot from sucking on you; I've just got to have it in my pretty little pussy!"

Bob was torn. This was definitely out of the ordinary. He hadn't fucked an employee, except for Audrey, in years.

"Listen Kim, this is great and I love you sucking me, but we are not going to fuck. Understand me? Now get back over her and finish what you've started!"

The nubile teen immediately began to pout. Her brow furrowed and her bottom lip, shiny with cum and spit, stuck out in protest. She didn't however stop squeezing and pressing her tits together.

"No," she said in a petulant tone.

Bob was flabbergasted! Didn't she know the game? Understand the rules? He'd be damned if some little 18 year old slut was going to refuse him, even if she sucked his cock better than anyone ever had before! He reached out and grasped the back of her neck and tried to pull her forward.

"I said suck it!"

"No! I don't want to!" Out came that bottom lip again like a pouting child refused a treat.

During the negotiation Bob was gripping and pulling on his dick, his explosion imminent. He now saw that there was no way he was going to get her back on his stalk, so he relaxed and began to pump his cock right in front of her face.

"Okay. If that's the way it's gotta be..."

Kim too late realized what he was doing and tried to twist her head away from his strong grasp. Bob roared in pleasure as his cock head flared and began to spurt rope after sticky rope of cum all over Kim's face. Her twisting and struggling only presented more targets to the belching cannon; each splat coating her lovely face in cum. Bob gasped for air and continued to wring out shot after shot onto her face. His toes curled in pleasure as his knees began to buckle under him. As the last of his loads flowed out over his hand, he fell back against his desk and stood gasping for air. 

Kim's face was covered in his goo! Each eye was pasted shut, streaks covered both cheeks and only the fact that she purposefully squeezed her lips together, prevented any from entering her mouth. She swiped one hand across her face and then used the other to dig the globs of cum out of her eyes. She was finally able to open them and looked up at Mr. Reynolds, who was anxiously looking back at her and catching his breath.

Bob knew he had fucked up, but where did this little slut get off! He'd be lucky if the cops weren't hauling him off after this. He waited to see what she would say, if anything.

Without a word, Kim looked down at her cum covered hands and then wiped them off on the front of Bob's polo shirt! Once she had cleaned her hands off, while Bob stared stupidly at her, she pulled her jog top back down over her big tits and rose to her feet.

"Give me your shirt."

Bob wasn't sure he had heard her right and didn't move.

"I said give me your shirt. Now!" Bob immediately pulled it over his head and handed it to her. With no change in the scowl on her face, Kim began to wipe the cum from her features while staring at her neighbor and potential employer.

"You know Mr. Reynolds, I think I've changed my mind about that job. Thank you for your time."

With that she turned on her heel, paused to retrieve her purse and walked out the door.

A stunned Bob Reynolds stared after her and it wasn't until a few moments later that he realized she had taken his shirt with her. Fuck!

While my sister was getting acquainted with Bob Reynolds yogurt slinger, I was doing my best to appear innocent and clean the pool while my mother walked towards me.

"How was your workout Mark," she asked as she pulled a chaise lounge near where I was standing.

"Just fine Mom! I hurt my ankle, but ended up shooting a big load of cum into Kay Reynolds's mouth, then fucked her tits! How's your day been so far?" That's what I thought, but what I ended up mumbling as she began to untie her cover-up was, "Fine Mom." 

"That's nice honey. I'm glad you got out today. It's such a beautiful day to be outside and you've hardly left your room since you've been home."

By now she had untied the belt and was removing the white terry cloth robe from her shoulders. The straps to a yellow bikini came into view and I felt my eyes being pulled down her torso to that gravity defying pair of 38DDs. My cock lurched in my shorts in response to the soft flesh squeezed into her strained cups. There wasn't much to the bikini, most of her boobs were uncovered at the top and her nipples couldn't have been harder. My gaze dropped lower, over her flat stomach to the swim bottoms which had become slightly lodged into her pussy lips, leaving them on wanton display.

What was I doing! This woman, no matter how hot she was, was my mother! And here I was ogling her body and imagining the myriad things I could do to her with my thick 10"! I shook my head slightly to banish the image of my big boobed mother riding my cock while straddling me and I tried to focus on her face. But it seemed her focus was elsewhere as well!

My mother was checking me out!

I could see her green eyes move and give my lean torso and hard stomach the once over, but when her eyes dropped lower to my shorts (which were now starting to tent), they stopped moving and locked onto the bulge like radar. Her eyes seemed to narrow as if she was having trouble focusing and I could tell that her rate of breathing had sped up. Dropping the cover up on the ground, she brought her dainty hands up and adjusted the straps to her bikini, causing a ripple of tit flesh above the cups. Despite my best efforts, my cock gave a mighty lurch in my shorts. At this sight, her eyes opened wide, her eyebrows shot up in surprise and her red lips flew open. A gasp escaped her lips!

Mortified with embarrassment, I shifted to my left and started working the net away from her in an effort to hide my erection. My mom seemed to shake herself out of her daze as well, quickly dropping herself into the lounge chair, setting off another boob bounce bonanza. God she was killing me!

As Vivian settled herself and reached over to open the bottle of sun tan lotion, her mind spun in a dozen directions that no mother of a teenage son should go. Mark's cock is enormous, she thought and immediately regretted. Then almost immediately, her mind's eye imagined the fleshy pole that had earlier been lodged between her ass cheeks and the fireworks it had set off.