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Being Neighborly

By: rjohnson



It was a beautiful summer evening and my wife and I were sitting out on the deck enjoying the balmy weather. We talked about the day and how wonderful it was to be enjoying the night. We had a couple of drinks and were settling in to enjoy some more when our next door neighbor came out into her back yard. She noticed us sitting on the deck and waved. We waved back and we watched her as she worked in her yard. We had, up to this point, not had any interaction with our neighbors so we continued talking and watching the woman next door. Soon, I noticed, she had taken her top off and was amazed to see that all she had on was a skimpy bikini top that showed off her breasts. I was going to mention it to my wife but when I turned to tell her, I noticed that she was staring at the woman and she had a lustful look on her face while she watched the woman working. She spent a lot of time bent over, her breasts hanging down, and facing us as if she knew we were watching. My wife was getting a little antsy as she was squirming a bit in her chair. All our conversation had stopped as we continued watching our neighbor.

Finally the woman stood up and looked over at us, smiling, as she cleaned up the tools she had been using. She slowly walked over to the house and before going in, she again looked at us and smiled. After she was gone, my wife looked at me and said, "I can't believe that we haven't noticed Samantha before." I agreed and noticed that I was getting an erection just thinking about what we had just watched. Just as my wife was going to say something, our neighbor reappeared, this time in only a bikini. It was very skimpy, a thong really, and of course she got our full attention. She moved around her yard, giving us a good view of her body, especially her butt, as she bent over, it seemed, as often as she could, with her back to us. I looked at my wife without turning my head too much and she was enthralled with what she saw. I was surprised by the look on her face as she seemed to be enjoying Samantha as she was drinking in the woman's beauty. She had a small grin on her face as she watched Samantha and I couldn't help but start to think of the possibilities that could come out of the situation.

I finally came out of our stupor and asked my wife if she would like another drink. She answered, hoarsely, yes and I got up and went into the house. My erection was full by now and it was straining against my jeans as I moved about in the kitchen getting us both a refill. I decided to change and put on a pair of shorts, very carefully I might add, and took the drinks back outside. 

When I got outside, I was greeted with a beautiful sight as my wife was leaning over the railing of the deck, talking to Samantha. I could see the firmness of my wife's butt as she leaned over the railing and as I love fondling my wife's butt, my erection grew even harder. I was a little embarrassed because it was sticking out of my shorts as I carefully walked over to the two women. I tried to settle down in my chair again but my wife called me over and introduced me to our neighbor. She said to call her Sam and as I leaned over the railing to say hello, I noticed her nipples were sticking out and I could see just about all of her breasts, held in by the skimpy top. I tried to be sensible and not stare but Sam's breasts were too beautiful not to stare at. I couldn't take my eyes off them as she and my wife continued talking. Soon, I heard my wife asking Sam if she would like to join us for a drink and to no one's surprise, she quickly accepted. We watched as Sam went back to her house and took off the gloves she was wearing and walked over to her gate. My wife went into the house to let Sam in and in a few minutes, the two of them emerged from the house onto the deck. I had quickly gotten another chair and I had my back turned to them as they came out on the deck. I turned around and was greeted by a full view of Sam. She was gorgeous, her breasts firm and round and her nipples were large and still sticking out under her top. She shook my hand and I offered her a seat. She sat in the middle one and my wife sat down on the other side of her. I asked her what she would like and she said, "Whatever you two are having." I went back into the house and my mind was afire with thoughts about what could come out of all this.

I returned with the drinks, giving each of the women one and settled down beside Sam. I listened as the two women talked about the area and other topics. I was happy just to listen to the two of them and keep watching Sam as she moved and talked. After about an hour, Sam said that she had to go and both my wife and I escorted her to the door and said our good-byes. We talked about Sam for a little while after she had left and that night, I noticed that my wife was a little more amorous in our love making than she had been, but I thought it was just me she was enjoying. I would find out later that she was thinking about something else.

The next weekend, my wife had gone out and I was starting to do some work in my office, when there was a knock on the door. I went and answered it and a delivery man handed me a parcel, addressed to me. I signed for it and after closing the door, carefully unwrapped the parcel. Inside was a video tape and a short note. In a hand writing I didn't recognize, the note said to enjoy the tape and that whoever would see me later. My first thought was that the tape had something to do with work but as it didn't have a label, I wasn't sure so I went over and turned the TV and VCR on, inserting the tape. It was a sex tape and right from the beginning, it featured two women making love. I settled down in a chair and started watching the tape.

The camera work was amateurish and the quality was a little dark but it definitely had quantity. The two women were in bed, kissing and fondling each other. I could see their tongues intertwining as they kissed and I could hear the moans coming out of the two of them. They proceeded to get into a 69 and were soon lapping at each other with a lustful thirst. The camera zoomed in on one of the women and I could see her tongue, lapping at the other's clit and sticking her tongue as deeply as she could, inside the other's vagina. By now, I was fully erect and was thinking about letting my erection loose from my pants. I couldn't take my eyes off the screen as the two women continued making love to each other with abandon. Shortly, a third woman joined the two on the bed. She was wearing a strap-on dildo and it looked huge. She positioned herself behind the woman on the top and slowly inserted the monster cock into the woman. She hesitated a moment and then started slowly thrusting in and out of the woman's cunt. She began to increase her speed and was soon savagely thrusting in and out of the woman. There was a lot of moaning and groaning and the woman being fucked by the huge strap-on was yelling at the woman fucking her to fuck her harder and faster. This went on for about 10 minutes and then they changed positions so the woman with the strap-on was fucking the other woman who was trying to eat the cunt that was directly in front of her. They fucked each other in many positions before the end of the tape. Even though, I couldn't tell who the women were, they put on a great show and by the end of the tape I was coming and coming, making a mess of my shorts and pants. I had just cleaned myself up and put the tape away when my wife came home. She asked if I was ok as I was flushed and breathing a little harder than usual. I told her I was fine and went back to my office to try and do some work. Not a chance.

The next weekend, my wife announced that Sam and a friend were coming over later in the day. My interest was immediately piqued with the mere mention of Sam. I started thinking about the day we spent on the desk with her and her body that I had thought about many times since. When they arrived later that day, I was working in the office and they both came in to say hello. The other woman, whose name was Jill, was another knockout with big breasts and a nice butt, firm and rounded. They left me alone and went into the living room to have some coffee. I could hear them talking and laughing for a while then there seemed to be silence coming from the living room. I continued working for a while and decided to refill my coffee. As I went by the living room, I was shocked to see all three women, nude and making love to each other on the living room floor. They were intertwined, lapping at each other's cunts, moaning and groaning. I stood there for a moment before anyone noticed me. Finally, Sam looked at me in a lustful glance and stopped what she was doing. She stopped the other two women and they all sat on the floor watching me as I stood there with a funny look on my face from seeing the three women making love. 

My wife finally got up and led me over to a chair and told me to watch them. My head was spinning and my erection was hard and full against my pants. I watched as my wife got between Sam's out spread legs and started to lick and bite her clit. Jill soon got into the act and was lapping at my wife's cunt, sticking her tongue deep inside her as she worked up and down my wife's slit. Soon, I was out of my clothes and had my hand wrapped around my erection, pumping up and down, watching the three women in their throes of pleasure. They were using anything they could to fuck each other from candles to a huge strap-on. It suddenly dawned on me who the three women were on the tape I had watched earlier in the week. It was my wife, Sam and Jill and it looked like they had been fucking each other for a long time as their moves were very practiced and they were very familiar with each other's body. The three women continued making love to each other for about an hour and finally ended up in a heap on the floor, panting and laughing. I had ejaculated at least three times watching the three women and after a little rest, my wife came over and kissed me. She asked if I had enjoyed what I had seen and I hoarsely and hesitantly answered that I had. She asked if I would like to join in and I didn't hesitate.

For the rest of the day, the four of us, fucked each other. I got to fuck all three of the women and watched as one of them fucked the others. My wife was the most active of the three women and she enjoyed wearing the strap-on, fucking the other two with alarming savage motions. She seemed at ease, thrusting in and out of the other two women and was enjoying herself immensely. 

After we all got dressed, Sam asked if I had received any deliveries in the last week. I told her I had and had enjoyed the tape very much. I also added that the real thing was much more enjoyable to watch than the tape. They all laughed and promised to put on another show for me soon. Sam and Jill left shortly after that and my wife and I couldn't wait to get at each other. I ripped my wife's clothes off her right in the middle of the living room and fucked her as hard as I could, both of us coming together. I then turned her over the arm of the couch and fucked her from behind, thrusting in and out of her as I had never done before. For the rest of the day, we fucked each other in almost every room in the house and in many positions. I even fucked my wife with the strap-on. 

Our life has evolved into a fucking frenzy since with Sam and Jill joining us many times. I have fucked the three women in many positions and in many places inside and outside the house. My wife loves to use the strap-on and she has fucked me many times with it, both when we were alone and with the other women beside us. We enjoy our sexual freedom now and it seems that most of my wife's fantasies have been fulfilled. I still have a few that need fulfilling but maybe in the future, they too will be fulfilled.

Being Neighborly



It was supposed to be a surprise. I told him I had never done anything with her before, which was true at the time he asked. At the beginning, It was all just long, lusty stares she had given me, letting me know she was ready for anything and wanted it all. Ryan and I had talked about the possibility of us getting hot and heavy with another woman in the sack, but I don't think he thought I was serious when I would bring up the subject. With the "situations" I kept finding myself with her in when we were alone, I knew it wouldn't be hard to talk her into anything. Since she had never been with a couple before, but had been with another woman, I figured I should get her a little relaxed by doing a little girl-on-girl action first. "Break her in" so to speak. 

She lived in the upstairs apartment, so she always knew when I was home, and if I was alone. One afternoon, I was alone of course, she called down to see if she could hang out for awhile. Seeing opportunity, I quickly agreed. Next thing I know, there we are in my shower soaping each other down. She was nervous, I was too a little, but I told her if we were going to do it, there was no point in doing it half-assed. She immediately started in for my breasts, cupping them gently and massaging them slowly at first and then gaining more courage, her grip tightened and her fingers started to press into my skin with more force and her lips dove onto one of my nipples, creating a suction that made it harden instantly. I felt the wet of her tongue as it glided across it, and started to get a bit turned on. I gave a small sigh of contentment and heard her let out a deep moan as I reached out and let the tips of my fingers glide gently up the slit of her pussy. 

She quivered as I started to rub back and forth, letting my fingers dart slightly in and then quickly out. The outside of her snatch was hot and its lips were molding to my hand and I could feel them getting saturated with her love juices as she got more turned on. She leaned up against the side of the shower and pulled me to her. "Let's go to bed," she whispered lustily in my ear flicking her tongue across it, "I want you to make me cum."

That was all I needed to hear.

I led her into the bedroom and put on a porno with some awesome girl-on-girl action, and watched her eyes grow wild with anticipation as I brought out my purple vibrator and licked it, letting her watch my tongue as it slid down its' length and stop on the bottom where the clit tickler was, and let its' fingers fork out across it. I knew she was hot and horny, so I motioned for her to lay down as reached out and let the vibrator slip between her legs, firmly holding it to her pussy as she moved towards the bed. I turned it on and watched her eyes close in pleasure as my lips made contact with her skin.

I started gently nibbling on her hip, and slowly moved up her panting belly towards her supple mounds, cupping one breast with one hand and moving my toy more firmly into the folds of her wet lips with the other. My tongue flickered out and made her nipple strain tautly in eagerness, and then I sucked fervently on it, making her groan loudly in pleasure. I ventured down to her honey pot, letting my tongue leave a wet trail behind it, her skin trembling in its' wake. Her eyes were full of anticipation and she became overwhelmed with passion as my mouth got closer to the hot target I craved. I stopped dragging my tongue just as I within and inch of reaching my destination, pulled slightly away, letting the heaviness of my breath weigh against the trembling skin of her womanhood. I licked across her clit softly and then pulled slightly away, wanting her to beg for it. Her hips were rising slowly towards my face wanting me to bury myself in her, but I kept teasing.

I started to push more forcefully against her opening with my joy toy, letting the head of it vibrate gently between the folds of her lips and then moved it up to rest on her puckered clit. She let out a sharp yelp of pleasure when I pushed it hard against it, and then shoved a finger up her slit, burying it as far as I could inside her. Upon seeing the look on her face I placed another finger inside and down deeper. I started to flicker my tongue across her erect clitoris, and felt her pussy start to clampdown around my fingers, damp with yearning for more. 

I spread her box open wide and went to town. Her moans of pleasure filled the room as a darted my tongue in and out of her pussy. I eagerly munched on all of her, rubbing her, licking her and sucking her with such fevered urgency that she gripped the back of my head, pulling me even closer to her, by my hair. Her fingers entwined themselves into the tangle locks of my blonde mane. I buried myself as deeply as I could into her, yet she begged for more, so I slathered our toy with my tongue, getting it as wet as I could manage, and I shoved it up her pussy to the hilt. I held it hard inside her letting its' vibrations rack her over and over with a vengeful fury, hell-bent on full-filling her every desire. I could hear her screams of ecstasy as I began thrusting the hard rubber shaft in and out of her, harder and deeper, faster and faster. I softly bit her clit and then sucked it hard into my mouth, as I rammed the purple cock deep and fierce inside her trembling pussy, and felt her shudder against my mouth as she came, flooding my face as she bucked violently. 

I chuckled softly to myself with face still buried in her steaming, wet pussy, as I watched her throw her head back and forth with her eyes clamped shut tightly, moaning loudly in pleasure. I knew I had taken her to a new height of pleasure she had never been to before. It was kind of empowering, knowing I could get her off like no one ever had before. She reached down to pull me up to her but I had accomplished what I set out to do. The trap was set, she wanted more. All I had to do was wait for the right moment now to let the threesome cum. I had a feeling it wouldn't take long to transpire. She wanted more, and I wanted to give him a night he would never forget.

Stay tuned for part two of a threesome story you won't soon forget.



Being Neighborly



Something happened to me recently that I had to share with someone. I'm a 34 year-old mother of two that's been married to the same man for eight years. Shortly after we married my husband was relocated to a medium-sized town in the middle of the state. Not having a lot of money, we were fortunate to find a nice house with a yard at a reasonable price located near the local college. We settled down and both worked with me taking a job as an accountant. Four years into the marriage we had our first child, Jeremy, and a couple of years after that Alex followed. Like many people, raising a family and having a full-time job meant I had little time or energy, leading me to a sedentary lifestyle. I ended up putting on about twenty-five pounds, every ounce showing up on my five-six frame and hating it, but lacked the resolve to do anything about. By just about any standard we were a normal middle-class family.

Then last year things started to change. My husband got an unexpected promotion that doubled his salary. The only real negative was that he had to go out of town frequently, but it was a small price to pay for the additional money. Now that we had a steady source of increased income, I quit my job and became a full-time housewife. I soon discovered my energy returning to me and became determined to lose the weight I had packed on over the years. After several months of regular work outs and carefully watching my diet, I was proud to see the return of my 34C-26-36 frame that used to catch all the men's eyes. I was delighted to find I could fit into the same clothes I had worn during my college days. Not only did I have my body back, but I discovered the return of my sex drive, which had been costing in neutral for years. Unfortunately the same could not be said for my husband, who, while a caring man, was never the most virile or imaginative lover around. After several abortive attempts to reignite the passion in our relationship, I resigned myself to standard sex once, and sometime twice a week.

Shortly after my figure returned our next door neighbor sold his house. We discovered that rather than moving in, the new owner had decided to rent the house to college students. Upon hearing that my husband became angry, saying he didn't want to live next to a bunch of kids that would be staggering around drunk partying at all hours of the day. He even talked about trying to find a new house. I took the new information better, telling him that not all college students were party animals, and it wasn't as though he had been in his new position long. It was better to calm down and see what would happen before making any impulsive decisions with money we didn't have yet. My husband eventually calmed down after many reassurances on my part that things would be okay.

I understood the reasons behind his objections to the students living next door. He told me that his experiences in college weren't the best and he had problems fitting in, hating his experience and being relieved when he finally graduated. My ease with the idea of our new neighbors was because I had been the exact opposite. I went to a large school and fit in almost immediately into the college scene. 

Like a lot of freshmen who were away from home for the first time without parental supervision, I went pretty wild. Since I was an attractive girl I got invited to a lot of parties and attended as many as I could. I was also pretty promiscuous, hooking up with lots of different guys. It didn't take long for me to get a reputation as a wild party girl who rarely passed up the opportunity for some good cock. I probably slept with close to forty different guys by the end of the year. Like I said, I went wild. 

Things changed my second year as I fell for an upperclassman and all but moved in with him. Not only did we have sex nearly every night, but the kinky guy had a thing for threesomes. At first he had to talk me into it, but soon I started loving it. Hardly a week passed by where I wasn't doubled-teamed at least a couple of times a week, and was always eager for more. About the only thing I didn't try was a gangbang. My boyfriend tried talking me into it once, and I almost went through with it, but I chickened out at the last minute. 

By the end of that second year I had broken up with my boyfriend and my grades were in the toilet. In order to stay in school I started hitting the books, cut the partying down to once a week, and only had sex with steady boyfriends. It was hard to resist the siren call of becoming a party animal again, but I remained firm and managed to graduate with respectable grades and a degree in accounting. I met the man who would be my husband shortly thereafter and settled down.

Curious about what our new neighbors would be like, I found out what day they were expected and made sure I'd be around. I was alone at the house the day they arrived, and could hardly believe my eyes when I saw what they were like. There were five guys, all of them big with very fit physiques that were plain to see through the muscles shirts and shorts they wore. The most handsome of the lot was a blonde Adonis with one of those smiles that can make a girl melt where she stands. When he saw me watching from my front porch he unleashed that smile on me. I could practically feel my heart skip a beat, despite him being nearly fifteen years my junior. 

He motioned for me to come over. I could hardly turn down the offer and still be considered neighborly, and I definitely wanted to get to know these guys better. As I walked across my yard to theirs, all of the guys stopped what they were doing and looked me over, their eyes greedily devouring my body, making me blush. While I had received quite a few stares since dropping my weight, and even had a few passes made at me, most men tried to be circumspect about it. These guys either didn't know how to be subtle or didn't care. It made me a bit uncomfortable until I realized they were just being typical horny college guys, no different from the ones I dated when I was their age. I received lots of looks then and it didn't bother me. I decided to relax and enjoy the attention.

"Hi, neighbor," the really handsome guy said as they nearly tripped over each other introducing themselves. Dominic was the tallest and every bit as Italian was his name. Tyrone was black and the one looking me over the most openly. Roger was nearly as wide as he was tall, and the only one with average looks. Danny was his brother, the smallest of the group, but much better-looking than his brother. The Adonis that had gained my attention, and the most handsome of the lot, was Kurt. He radiated charm and charisma that made me wish I was a college girl again.

I introduced myself. The guys seemed stunned when they learned I was a mother of two and their ardor cooled off somewhat. All that was save Kurt, who was as personable as before, and after a few minutes of conversation had me laughing easily with him. The others relaxed and warmed up to me again when they saw I wasn't some old frump or stick in the mud. It turned out all the guys but Danny were on the college football team (all second and third stringers), which explained their fit condition. None of them belonged to a fraternity, so they decided to get a house together where they could have some privacy and control over their living conditions. We made small talk like that for an hour before I had to excuse myself to pick up the kids from their friend's house. The guys politely said their farewells, Kurt saying he was really glad I was his next door neighbor and that he hoped to see more of me soon. 

When my husband came home I told him about my meeting the guys. He became huffy again, complaining about having to put up with a bunch of 'dumb jocks' now, and he became certain they would be loud and obnoxious. I was a bit put off by his stereotypical attitude and informed him that while some jocks were assholes, these guys seemed like nice young men. It settled him down somewhat, but when the guys did have party that first Saturday, the complaints returned. I once again assured my husband that it wasn't surprising they would throw a party on their first weekend back, before they were buried under class work, and it wasn't like they had the party on Friday. Lots of people had parties on Saturdays, not just college guys. He wasn't convinced, but kept his grumbling quietly to himself.

As for me, hearing the dull thud of music reverberating off their walls and the squealing of girls mixing with the laughter of guys made me recall my own partying days. I realized how much I missed cutting loose, throwing caution to the wind, drinking up a storm, and enjoying myself with whatever guy had caught my eye that night. It made me feel old, despite my newfound energy and confidence.

Over the next several weeks every time I saw the guys, and my husband wasn't around, they'd strike up a friendly conversation with me, usually with a bit of flirting on their part. Kurt went out of his way to talk to me, and we instantly connected despite our age difference. I always looked forward to our talks. If I had been younger and not married I'd have been all over him. 

Eventually my husband had to leave the state on business and wouldn't be back for a week. Mys had been asking if they could have the children over for a weekend, so I decided then would be as good a time as any. The boys were all for it since their grandparents spoiled them rotten. Friday came and I dropped my husband off at the airport, then drove upstate to my in-laws farm and dropped the boys off, promising to pick them up on Sunday. Judging by how happy they were, I think they would have preferred staying there all week.

I returned home late and called it a night, since I planned on waking up early and having the entire day to do what I want. Believe me, a mother of two has very little time to herself, and I wasn't about to let this one slip away. I fully intended on being lazy and doing whatever caught my fancy. 

After my morning workout I watched a bit of television and caught up on some light reading. By mid-afternoon I was slightly bored, and decided to grab some sun since my tan needed working on. At first I was going to wear my normal two-piece, but then I decided to be a touch risqué and wore a string bikini I had purchased in celebration of my restored body. Putting it on, I examined myself in a full length mirror and was extremely satisfied. It was yellow, with two tiny triangles over my breasts, a strip in the front of my crotch, and a string so slender it was completely hidden in the crack of my ass. I saw a bit of hair sticking out the of the front of the bottoms, so I took it off and shaved my pubes until there was only a 'landing strip' of hair up the center. It was the first time I had so little hair down there and was a bit surprised at how naughty I felt. Putting the suit back on, I grabbed a bit of wine then went into the backyard to start working on my tan, drinking a bit while relaxing. 

I was lying on my stomach in plain view when I heard whooping and hollering coming from next door. I raised myself up on my elbows and looked over to see Kurt racing around the side of the house. Seeing me, he stopped, and unleashed that captivating smile of his. 

"What happened?" I asked.

It turned out the team's starting quarterback had been injured late in the game and Kurt had gotten to fill in, leading his team down the field for a winning score. As he spoke, I could tell he was checking me out, especially my bottom, which must have appeared nearly nude from the angle he was staring from. I felt myself become aroused at his youthful attention and had to force myself to keep from squirming. 

After congratulating him, he asked me what I was up to. I explained that my husband and kids were gone for the weekend and I was enjoying having a little time to myself, and was catching a tan. He said dressed in as little as I was, I could catch just about anything I wanted, including a guy, if I was so inclined. Then he mentioned he and his roommates were going to have a party tonight to celebrate his one moment of glory and he invited me to come over and help celebrate. I reminded him that I was a bit old to be hanging out with a bunch of college students and that my partying days were pretty far behind me. He assured me I was plenty young and energetic enough to hang out with them. He gave my body a once over again and added that I would stand out, though not due to my age, but because I'd be the most attractive woman there. While privately the flattery turned my head, I was married. Out loud I told him that I doubted I'd be over. He promised me that if I did come he'd personally see to it I had a great time. I laughed at that and assured him I'd consider it, but not to hold things up for me. 

I went back inside my house to consider the situation. While it clearly wasn't proper for a married woman to accept such an invitation, I was tempted. Almost involuntarily I recalled all the great times I had during my partying days and how much I missed them. I knew now that if I sat around my home alone while there was a party going on next door I'd be frustrated as I wondered what sort of good time I would be missing out on. It wasn't like anyone would know if I just dropped by for a couple of hours. Hanging out with the guys would be like revisiting my youth, even if it was only for one night. I finally said to hell with it, this was my first weekend to myself in years and I'd be damned if I wouldn't enjoy it to the fullest. 

Next up was choosing what to wear. It had to be something that wouldn't make me look like a conservative old frump, while at the same time not making it look like I was trying to hard to fit in. Eventually I settled on a short-sleeved, button-up white blouse that was a little tight across my chest, and a black skirt that was a touch too long to be considered mini. Looking it over in the mirror, I knew I had the right mix of sexy without appearing slutty. 

From my window I watched people start to arrive around seven. Loud music began playing after that. I waited about an hour, so that the party would have a chance to really start, before discretely walking over. There was no sense in setting off the neighborhood gossips and having word get back to my husband. This was not something he would understand.

I knocked on the door and Tyrone answered it immediately. He flashed his pearly whites at me. He had a perfect set of teeth that contrasted sharply with his ebony skin. He said, "Holy shit. Kurt said you might be over, but I didn't think you'd come, especially looking so fine."

That comment was all it took to let me know I had made the right choice as all my doubts melted away. I wanted to go inside, but Tyrone remained in the doorway, blocking my path. "Mind if I come in?" I asked.

"Only if you promise to dance with me later." 

"I'll be looking forward to it," I assured him. I loved dancing and hardly ever did it since my husband hated it. If Tyrone was as good on the dance floor as he was with his compliments, we'd be dancing for half the night.

Tyrone gestured to the basement where the party was being held. As I walked past he grabbed my ass. The move startled me and I looked over my shoulder. He just stood there, grinning at his bold move. I decided to say nothing, god knows I was always groped back at these things in my college days, and Tyrone was handsome. Good looking guys can get away with a lot of shit. I flashed him a smile before heading downstairs. 

The basement was a wide open area that took up almost the whole length of the house. The lighting wasn't the best and the floor was concrete. I saw there were a couple of kegs off to one side and everyone was helping themselves to the beer. It was crowded, with over thirty people jammed downstairs, guys outnumbering the girls slightly. Not wanting to play wallflower, I decided to find Kurt since he did promise me his personal attention. 

I moved through the crowd, spotting Danny and Roger across the room and waving at them. Their reaction was the same as Tyrone's: surprise then interest in my presence. I considered going over and talking with them when I spotted Kurt chatting away with a couple of cute girls. Well, I had told him not to wait for me, and obviously he hadn't. Not wanting to make a nuisance of myself, I was about to go over to the brothers when Kurt spotted me. He waved, said something brief to the girls, and headed toward me. They were not pleased with what he said, considering the dirty glares they shot me. It wasn't the first time I had gotten those at a party either. I smirked back at the little tramps until Kurt arrived at my side. 

"I was hoping you'd come," he said, almost like a puppy who had been thrown a treat. 

"Not everyone is so happy," I said, indicating the girls.

He shrugged as though it was of no consequence. "You're my personal guest, and I did promise to show you a good time."

"Your girlfriend might not be too happy about that," I said. 

A curious look crossed his features. "I don't have a girlfriend."

I was stunned. "A handsome guy like you?"

"I have a little... problem which makes keeping girls around difficult."

Now I was intrigued. "What is it?"

He smiled enigmatically. "I'd rather not talk about it, but who knows, if you're nice, I might show you."

Now there was a mystery I wanted to solve, and swore I would before the end of the evening. I decided not to press the issue, which probably wouldn't have done any good since it was obvious he didn't want to tell me now. Kurt grabbed us some beer and the two of us began talking. It was amazing how at ease I was with him. We chatted away like old friends that had known each other for years, and learned a lot about one another. He was definitely a nice guy.

As the beer flowed I became looser and more easygoing, giggling a lot. My tolerance was way down, since my husband rarely drank and I only did so in moderation since it would be unbecoming of me. The years seemed to fall away as the old party girl in me began to awaken. Soon I was being very flirtatious with Kurt, and he responded in kind. He reminded me a lot of my old boyfriend in college, except Kurt was even more handsome and charming. It was all so liberating that it made me feel like a school girl again.

Eventually Kurt asked me to dance. I was a little tipsy, but game for it. We started moving to the music, and it didn't take long for me to find my dancing legs and cut loose. We danced up a storm as best as we could in the crowded room. In between dances, he kept my cup filled, and soon I was feeling warm all over as I started to become truly drunk. 

After I'd been dancing for almost a solid half-hour, Dominic put in an appearance. He told me he was delighted to see me as well and admitted to being jealous of Kurt monopolizing my time. He asked if he could have a dance. I smiled at Kurt and said it would only be neighborly to dance with his housemate. He smiled as he bowed out and allowed his friend to take over.

Dominic was a surprisingly graceful dancer. I asked him if he'd had training and he confessed that his mother had insisted he learn while growing up. At the time he had hated it, but once he got older, he was extremely grateful since most women loved a man that could dance. I confirmed his statement saying it impressed the hell out of me. 

As we moved, Dominic's hand began to graze across my bottom or my breast. Now Kurt and I had rubbed our bodies together, like everyone else that was dancing, but it wasn't that blatant. Still, Dominic never lingered too long for me to really protest his treatment of me, not that I wanted to since I enjoyed the way he handled me. If anything, the slow and gentle touches were arousing, as though it was a form of foreplay.




Being Neighborly



After several dances, Danny asked if he could have a turn with me. I giggled a bit at some of the images that went through my mind with the suggestion. I knew I was drunk, but didn't care. I was having the good time I had wanted, especially with three guys now competing for my attention. 

Danny and I started to dance. While he wasn't as refined as Dominic, he could still move well. By the third dance he started pressing me close. Where Dominic had been light caresses, Danny was much more groping and physical. He ran his hands all over my curves and behind, pressing me close to him. I became turned on by this heated exchange and quickly began doing the same as I rubbed against him and grabbed his bottom once or twice. He seemed a bit startled at me taking the initiative, but then responded in kind once more. 

Things were really heating up when Roger cut in. I was a touch disappointed in breaking off with Danny, especially since Roger was so large. I doubted if he was much of a dancer. To my surprise, he proved me wrong by being very light on his feet and even better with his hands. I wondered if he and Danny had the same teacher, as he picked up where Danny left off and rubbed his own large, but hard, body against me. If anything, he was even more bold. At one point he grabbed my bottom and lifted me up as though I was weightless. I then straddled my legs around his waist as he spun me around. I swear I got wet with the way my crotch ground against him. 

I was nearly breathless when I heard Tyrone's voice behind me say, "Sorry to cut in Rog, but the lady promised a dance with me, and I'd prefer having her before you wear her out."

Roger looked at me, and I gave him a helpless nod. Reluctantly he released me and into Tyrone's arms. As we started dancing, Tyrone said, "Been having your way with my housemates, eh?"

"I guess you can say that," I teased. 

"Well it's my turn to have my way with you." And with that Tyrone really began to grope me as we moved. It was more a form of lewd mating ritual than a dance. His hands were all over my breasts and ass, and after a few seconds of hesitation, I cut loose and returned the favor. We were practically dry humping on the dance floor. My whole body felt on fire as we ground our bodies together. At one point he spun me around so my back was to him. I felt him lift up my skirt, exposing my panty clad ass cheeks. I could feel his hard member through his pants running up and down the crack of my ass. His hands were all over my breasts, and I felt my buttons become undone until they were connected just below the line of my breasts, low enough to reveal the front clasp of my bra. 

The song ended. Before another one started, Kurt graciously cut in. Tyrone bowed out and once again I was with the person I had started out with. "You looked great out there," he said, and I could see him eyeing the revealed valley of my breasts. I had shown as much of my skin earlier in my bikini, but this was far more erotic.

While I pulled my skirt back down, I left my top unbuttoned, reveling the attention this handsome youth was giving me. "Thanks. Want to dance some more?"

"Why don't we take a break? We can go up to my room and cool off a bit."

By this time I was feeling so good I was all for the idea of spending some alone time with this stud. I agreed and we went up to his room. As I followed Kurt, I was struck by a feeling of déjà vu as I remembered following plenty of other guys to their rooms back in the day. It was as if the years were falling away with each step and I was once again a vibrant young woman with a devil-may-care attitude that knew what she wanted and took it when it came around. 

We arrived at his bedroom. It was no different than the insides of the dozens of guys' rooms I had seen in college. Hell, I lived in one like this with my old boyfriend, right down to the same type of headboard on the bed, one with bars on it that were ideal for grasping. I got nailed dozens of times while holding onto it for dear life. Perhaps it was that feeling of nostalgia that made me sit on the bed instead of one of the chairs. Kurt grabbed a bottle of rum, my favorite liquor, and sat down next to me. As we talked, we took hits off the bottle and I felt warm all over as the familiar sensation of a light haze covered my thoughts.

As I sat there, a tiny voice in the back of my mind told me getting drunk with some college age stud in his room was a position no married woman should put herself in, but the party girl part of me that had been loosed for the first time in over a decade would not be denied. I was going to stay and enjoy myself no matter what happened, propriety be damned.

After we had finished off nearly half the bottle, Kurt suddenly leaned forward and kissed me, driving his tongue past my lips and into my mouth. I hadn't been kissed like that in years. After a moment's hesitation, I returned the favor. Soon we were lying on the bed in a hot and heavy make out session. God, could this guy kiss. I was all but melting in his arms. Soon he was unbuttoning my blouse the rest of the way, not that it took him long since there were only three buttons left. The hand went swiftly to my bra and undid the front clasp, allowing my breasts to spill free. He began kissing my neck, traveling downward until he got to my nipples whereupon he alternated between sucking and kissing them. I was more aroused than I had been in years and loved every second of it.

Fingers went up my skirt and began to stroke my mound through my panties. If I hadn't been wet before, I sure was now. It didn't take long for the fingers to slip under my waistband and begin playing with my pussy directly. Kurt proved he had a deft touch as he slid one finger up my channel, then a second, skillfully fingerfucking me into a higher state of arousal. I arched my back and closed my eyes as I reveled in the face of such masculine attention. I whimpered when the fingers left my pussy, but then I felt my legs pried apart and a tongue start eating me out. It was hitting all the right places, and doubled my arousal in seconds. I was so lost in the euphoric haze of passion and alcohol that it took a second to register that Kurt was still sucking on my nipples. I rose up enough to see Dominic with his head buried between my thighs, lapping away. Surprise overwhelmed my ardor for a second as I stared, stupefied at the sight. 

Kurt seemed to pick up on this as he stopped sucking. He looked me in the eye and unleashed that entrancing grin of his. "You didn't seem to mind dancing with the guys, so why not let them have some fun, too? You did say you wanted to be neighborly earlier."

While Kurt asked, Dominic continued to lap away. A part of me noted it would have been nice if they had bothered to ask before actually double teaming me, but ultimately it really didn't matter. The party girl in me relished the opportunity to have two guys servicing me at once, just like in the good old days. I nodded my head and groaned in approval. Kurt gave me another deep tonguing kiss that blew away any lingering reservations I had, then he returned to sucking away on my breasts. 

Dominic hit an especially sensitive spot and I finally climaxed. My hips bucked up and down, but Dominic held on firmly to my thighs and continued to eat away, sucking down every drop. His tongue worked me over until the climax passed, then he raised his head up and made of show of licking his lips like a cat that had just downed a saucer of milk.

Kurt stopped sucking on my breasts, leaving behind a number of light love bites. He said to his roommate, "Why don't you get her warmed up?" and then backed away.

I was stunned to say the least. For the life of me I couldn't figure out why Kurt, who had been an enthusiastic participant until now, suddenly wanted to back off. An errant memory of him mentioning problems with keeping girlfriends came back to me, and I wondered if he suffered from some sort of impotence problem. If so, I'd be more than happy to help him overcome it.

Questions about Kurt's behavior soon became secondary as Dominic stripped, showing off a lean, athletic body. What really captured my interest was his cock. It was a nice piece of equipment, much like him in that it was long but not all that thick. It was definitely bigger than my husband's average size dick, and I found my heart beating faster in anticipation of what was to come. 

Dominic removed my skirt, panties, and shoes, leaving me completely naked. I lay on my back with my legs spread wide in invitation, but he asked me to turn around and go on all fours. Doggie-style was one of my favorite positions, so I did as he asked, wiggling my ass invitingly as it stuck out over the edge so he could fuck me standing up. He grabbed me by the hips and eased the head of his cock and the first couple of inches past my lips and into my body. While his dick might have looked slender, it felt thicker than my husband's did as it slid into my body. Perhaps it only looked thin compared to its impressive length. 

Dominic took his time, patient as he slowly withdrew his cock, then moved his hips forward and shoved more of his length into me. Having been loosened up by Kurt's fingers earlier, it took only a half dozen thrusts before I felt Dominic's pelvis touch mine. He rested there for several minutes, telling me what a sweet pussy I had, even better than he had imagined. That was great to know since my husband never complimented me on my body or performance in bed. As if to prove his point, Dominic started to fuck me, not fast and hard, but with a slow, steady hand. He picked up a nice rhythm and settled into that. Kurt slid under me and began to suck on my dangling breasts.

The sensation of having a long cock buried in my hot snatch while having my breasts sucked at the same time was the most amazing sexual thing I had felt since college. Dominic was touching me in places no one had for years. All of the wonderful times of the past came flowing back, of all the cocks I had enjoyed and how much I missed the different shapes and sizes and the effect they had on me. I was so wired from being next to these two studs, who were all but worshipping my body, that Dominic probably could have been half as big and I'd still have been incredibly aroused. As it was, his thrusting soon had its desired effect and I had my second climax of the evening, a much stronger one than before, that made me moan out loud. Dominic paused as I came, letting it roll over me so I could savor all the sensations. Once it had passed, he began thrusting again, this time much harder and quicker. As my breasts moved back and forth in conjunction with the pounding I was getting, Kurt kept his mouth attached to my breasts, sucking away, refusing to release his hold. In almost record time I felt another climax building. After several minutes of the pounding action, I came again. Just as I orgasmed, Dominic's hold on my hips tightened and he gave one more mighty thrust before coming himself. I could feel him shoot blast after blast of his warm semen inside my womb. He seemed to squirt into me forever, and I never wanted it to end. 

Eventually he pulled out, leaving my pussy feeling empty inside. As he did so, he said I was the best lay he'd had since coming to college. The compliment was something of a relief. I had been out of circulation, so to speak, for over ten years and given birth to two children. It was great to know I was still as good as, if not better than, girls so much younger than me. 

It was then a voice from the doorway said, "Shit, I go looking for the hottest bitch at this party to see if she wants to dance some more, and I find out she's throwing an even better party in the bedroom." 

I turned to see Tyrone standing there. He clapped his hands at my performance and looked at me with a lustful gleam in his eye. "Care for another dance?" he asked me as he fondled his crotch. Even from across the room I could see the bulge in his pants. "Sure," I told him.

Tyrone quickly peeled off his clothes, revealing a much larger physique than Dominic had, but most of my attention was focused on what was between his legs. I had slept with several black guys before, but regardless of what some people claimed about black men, they weren't any bigger than most of the white guys I had slept with. However, Tyrone seemed determined to convince me otherwise. His cock was close to ten inches long and, unlike Dominic's, his thickness was in proportion to his length. It rivaled the biggest ones I had ever seen, and I had seen a lot. 

Tyrone walked toward the bed and stood next to Dominic. "Mind of I cut in?" Dominic graciously moved aside, as did Kurt who got off the bed and stood at the foot of it so he could get a good view of what was to come. Now Tyrone had unrestricted access to my body, and judging by the look in his eyes, he was going to take full advantage of it. He positioned me on my back in the center of the bed his hands fondling me everywhere. As he played with my ass, he said, "Damn, I knew you had a great body underneath all that plain housewife crap you usually wear, but I didn't know you were this hot. It's a crime to hide a body like yours, so I think I'll administer some punishment on you."

He grabbed a pillow and placed it under my backside, raising my hips upward. He spread my legs and positioned himself between them. Sitting on his haunches, he handled his cock. Given my positioning, I could see that great black dick of his as it approached my once again aching loins. I was content to lie there as he handled his cock, slapping it on the top of my little patch of fur as though admonishing a small child. "You want this, don't you?" he asked.

"Yes," I hissed, wanting him as much as I ever had any man.

He slowly ran his entire length up and down my slit, making me wetter with the contact, but he refused to put it in. Frustrated, I tried raising my hips up meet the head so he'd enter me on his forward movement, but he drew back out of reach. "Put it in!" I demanded. 

He responded with an, "Are you sorry you've been hiding this sweet body of yours from us all this time?"

"Yes," I gasped out. 

He rewarded my answer by rubbing his cock up and down my slit again. The friction was driving me crazy. "Are you going to start dressing to show it off from now on?"

I would have promised to walk around in a g-string if it meant getting that cock in me. I told him yes, and apparently that was good enough for him, or maybe he couldn't hold out anymore either. He gripped my hips firmly, lined up his cock, and eased the mushroom-shaped head into me. I gasped out at the longed for penetration. His fat cockhead spread my lips wide as he slipped that and a couple of inches more before it was too tight for him to go any farther. He drew back his hips and rammed forward much more forcefully than Dominic had, getting another inch in. He repeated the motion again and again.

I recalled my earlier thoughts about Tyrone's white teeth contrasting dark skin. With my hips propped up, I had a perfect view of how my white skin contrasted with his black rod as increasing amounts of it slid into my body. I loved the feeling his thick cock produced, and when he bottomed out, I came hard. 

"Ooo, she likes it. She likes it," Tyrone joked with the others. He continued fucking me, and as I loosened up to accommodate him, he was able to move more easily. Soon he was really pounding me, making my tits bounce furiously. He fucked me through two more orgasms before he cried out, "Here it comes! Take my black seed into your tight white snatch!"

I proceeded to do just that as his cock hosed down my insides, his sperm mixing with Dominic's, dumping an ungodly amount of semen into me. I swore these guys must have walked around with a gallon of sperm, just waiting for the opportunity to dump it all inside of me. As he withdrew, I felt the mix of his and my fluids trickle out of my pussy and onto to the pillow beneath me. I didn't think anyone would be sleeping on that tonight. 

As Tyrone rose off the bed, he turned to Kurt and said, "I got her loosened up for you as much as I can. Go for it."

I wondered what he was talking about. I turned and my eyes widened until they nearly fell out of my head. While Tyrone had been pounding me, Kurt had removed his clothing. He really was an Adonis, gorgeous and with a better build than Tyrone. He had a great six pack of his abs, a look that I love, but what really caught my attention was the hunk of meat between his legs. I couldn't believe my eyes. The damn thing had to be a foot long and was even thicker than Tyrone's cock. I didn't think they could get that big in real life. 

Kurt walked toward me until that monstrous rod was no more than a foot away. He handled his cock, pointing it in my direction like it was a loaded gun. "Now you see my problem with finding girlfriends," he said, waving it in the direction of my face. "Most of them think it's too big and get frightened. The few that stick around can't handle it for long and break up. And even of those that tried, no one's ever been able to take the whole thing."

Almost involuntarily my hand went out and touched it. I tried to wrap my hand around it, but I couldn't quite manage it. "How big is it?" I asked.

"Twelve inches," he said.

"It's just under thirteen," Tyrone corrected. Kurt glared at him, but Tyrone just shrugged. I guess he was afraid if he said it was over a foot long, I might chicken out.

I worked my hand up and down that huge thing, entranced. The veins on it were huge, and it twitched in my hand. It was incredible. I had never dreamed of handling a cock this size.

Kurt's breathing became more rapid. "I really want to fuck you, if you think you can take it. If you can't, I can settle for you sucking me off."

The party girl inside me was offended at the idea that I would back down from a challenge like this. I told him I'd show him what a real woman was capable of and get the whole thing inside me, even if it split me in half.

Having received my permission, Kurt was on top of me in a heartbeat, pressing his body against mine. He kissed me a few times on the lips, but I could tell he was eager to sink himself into me. We were in a standard missionary position as he placed the head of that monster at my lips. 

"Slowly," I told him. I was in this for the long haul, but I was damned if I would ruin everything by rushing it. I could only fantasize what it was going to be like taking something that huge in my body. 

As it pushed against my entrance and spread my lips, I began to have doubts about my ability to handle it. I had to grit my teeth as he eased it inside of me. But I told myself the head was the widest part, and once it made it past the rest would fit, while not easily, much more smoothly than if the whole thing was that wide. 

Kurt made it inside and rested for a moment, looking at me expectedly. I had a feeling he had gotten this far before, only to have girls tell him to pull back out. Not me. After several seconds, I told him to keep going, but slowly. He did as I asked, gradually grinding his body against mine as he used small thrusts to pull back and move forward, easing my passageway open. I thanked god Tyrone had indeed loosened me up before since I doubt I could have taken it otherwise. 

It took the better part of fifteen minutes, but just when I thought I couldn't take any more, I felt Kurt's groin touch mine. It was all the way in. Never, ever, had I been stuffed like this. I felt like a virgin all over again with how wide I was stretched. I could see why other girls weren't able to handle it. I barely could, but I did, and I felt a wave of triumph at my accomplishment. 

Kurt was gasping in amazement. "I can't believe this is what it feels like to be all the way in. I wasn't sure if you could take it, but you did." 




Being Neighborly



I informed him that having kids enabled a woman to handle more than a younger girl could, not that I could handle any more then he had. As far as I was concerned it was the perfect fit. 

After savoring his first time totally inside a woman, Kurt began to pull back. He didn't do it in small thrusts, but rather he slid nearly all the way out, leaving only his head and an inch or two inside. I felt more empty than I ever had before, but that sensation was eradicated when he moved his hips forward again, filling me with that monster. He started out that way, with his long, deep strokes. By the fifth thrust or so I had more or less adjusted to his length, and my borderline discomfort was replaced by a fire in my belly like never before. Each thrust only stoked the flames higher and higher. Before I knew it, Kurt fucked me into the most intense orgasm of my life. I cried out incoherently and felt tears roll down my cheeks from the power of it. I didn't know I could come that hard. It was a level of orgasmic bliss that couldn't be described, only experienced.

He stopped for a few moments until I began to come down, then he started fucking me again. I wasn't even totally through with the previous climax before I had another. It was the first multiple orgasm I had in years, and never had I come that hard. 

It didn't end there as he pumped away. He was eliciting a chain of orgasms in me, making me cry out constantly. I was still in the middle of one when he abruptly stopped. There was no warning as I felt that monster inside me twitch, and then spout off like a firehose as it dumped his come inside of me. He gasped and held me close, mashing my breasts against his rock hard chest while he caught his breath, looking at me in awe as I was able to achieve what no other girl had with him.

Kurt wasn't done, though. I swear he never grew soft as he began to pound into me again. While he didn't do it hard, he wasn't slow any longer either as I had loosened up enough for him to move freely. My legs locked around his back as that cock of his took me to heights of pleasure I hadn't thought possible. 

I was in the middle of an orgasm when he leaned close and said, "The first day we met you, all we could talk about was how hot you were and what it would be like to fuck you. I thought you were hot enough to take all of us on, including me. We've been trying to get into your panties since you seemed interested in some action, but you wouldn't react to any of our suggestions. Then I saw you today in that little bikini, waiting for us to come by, and I knew you wanted it. So how does it feel getting fucked by a house full of real men like us?"

"Great!" I cried out, and came again around him.

Kurt lasted longer than he had the first time, but eventually he gave up the ghost and came again. He lay against me, remaining inside as he cooled down. This time I felt him soften, though he was still longer than most guys when they're hard. After we both came down from our mutual high, more juices flowed out of my flooded pussy. I couldn't believe how much spunk they were filling me with. It felt wonderful.

As I lay there with Kurt on top of me, catching his breath, Roger's deep voice came from the doorway. "Shit, Ty was right. She really is fucking everyone."

I saw that both he and Danny had appeared in the room while Tyrone had departed at some point. I knew what was to come, and why Tyrone told them I was spreading my legs for everyone. It wouldn't be fair to fuck all of their housemates and leave the brothers with their hard-ons. I told them I was more than willing to take them on, but that my pussy needed time to recover. I said I was willing to take one of them in the ass and suck off the other. It didn't take long for the brothers to strip. Their cocks were alike in that both of them were about average length but on the thick side, which was good, as it had been a while since I took it in the ass and didn't think I was ready for someone of, say, Tyrone's size. 

Danny said he had never done a girl in the ass, so Roger let him maneuver behind me. While Danny got ready, Roger fed his fat prick into my mouth. As I sucked him off, Kurt retrieved some hand lotion which Danny used on both my rosebud and his cock. He was barely able to restrain himself as he inserted his cock in my ass. I had to slow down on the blow job I was giving while Danny stretched my ass for the first time in years (my husband thought anal sex was dirty). As eager as he was, didn't take long for Danny to get all the way up in my backdoor, certainly nowhere near as long as it had taken for Kurt to enter my front. He rambled on about how great and tight my ass was and that he had no idea of what he had been missing out on all this time. I knew what I had been missing out on, and I mentally kicked myself for not seeking out someone that could give me this kind of sexual satisfaction sooner. 

The cock in my ass felt great. It was like riding a bike as I found myself falling into the old rhythm of doing two guys at once. I was able to blow Roger with all of my oral talents while enjoying the way Danny rode my ass. I paused long enough in my sucking to tell Danny to reach forward and play with my clit while he fucked me. He did so, and it didn't take long between his toying with my clit while riding my backside to trigger another climax (though it wasn't as powerful as the ones Kurt gave me). Danny popped soon after that, not surprising since he was an anal virgin and my backside was probably the tightest thing he had ever fucked. I had planned on finishing off Roger with my mouth, but he had other ideas as he removed himself from my front and took up residence in my ass. My mouth wasn't empty for long as the revitalized Dominic stuck his cock down my throat. Roger really hammered my ass and had me coming hard. Having sucked him off earlier, he didn't last long either and soon added his load to his brother's. As he pumped into me, Tyrone returned, announcing the last of the guests were gone and they now had me all to themselves. 

The guys rotated again with Dominic sliding his slender cock into my ass and Tyrone taking over my mouth. I wasn't able to get more than half of him down my throat, but he wasn't complaining. I really went to town on him. Between my slobbering over his cock and Dominic's stamina, they both came within seconds of one another. 

Then it was Kurt's turn again and, having gained my second wind, I was eager for more. The second time was even better than our first since it didn't take him so long to get inside and he had already come twice. He must have fucked me for half an hour, giving me countless orgasms, before depositing another load inside of me

The gang bang continued with the guys taking me in every hole in nearly every combination possible (except for Kurt, who I did alone since it took everything I had to handle him) It went into the early hours of the morning until the guys couldn't get it up anymore. By the end I was exhausted from the countless orgasms I had undergone as the guys filled my pussy, ass, and mouth with their spunk until it felt like I was going to drown in it. Once everyone was finished, Kurt picked up my exhausted form like a groom would a newlywed, took me to an air-mattress he had set up in-between fuckings, and laid me gently on it. He covered me up, then joined me by sleeping beside me, hugging me close to his finely-chiseled body. It was surprisingly romantic given what had just happened to me, and I fell peacefully asleep snuggling next to him within seconds. 

We slept in the next day. I made breakfast for everyone (dressed in nothing but an apron), and after eating, our gangbang continued until the early afternoon, when I had to leave to pick up my kids. The guys kept my clothing as trophies, Kurt laying claim to my panties and pinning them to his wall in tribute to my being the first woman to take all of him. They gave me an oversized football jersey to walk back to my house in. I felt so naughty, walking bow-legged back to my house dressed only in a shirt that a bunch of studs gave me. I kept that shirt as a trophy of my own as it showed what I was capable of as well. 

That experience hooked me on gangbangs, as well as Kurt's huge tool. Before I left, I promised the guys I'd be coming over whenever I could for a good hard fucking by whoever would be there. We worked it out so that I would come over about three times during the week when the children were at school and my husband was at work, and in-between most of the guys' classes. The scheduling is hard, but I always get at least three cocks when I'm there, and usually manage a gang bang with all of them at least once a week. Weekends when my husband is out of town are the best as I let the kids stay with the grandparents while I spend the weekend at the guys' house getting it from every one of them in a three day sex marathon. Now the only parties they throw there are with me as the only invited guest, though with this party girl I'm all they need.



Being Neighborly



"Monday mornings are the worst!" Lisa thought to herself as she struggled out from under the weight of her German shepherd, Salty, whose loving kisses has just woken her. 

She had just moved in to a new house of her own. At 29 she was finally getting a taste of freedom. She had moved straight from her parent's house to a house with her husband and after the divorce he had gotten the house. 

Lisa got out of bed, grabbed her robe and slid it over her nightshirt. Salty was already heading toward the door. She grabbed his leash and opened the slider while attaching the leash to his collar. Then she slid the slider closed behind her.

The morning was a little chilly and the grass was wet with dew under her feet. She ran on tiptoes to the runner and attached the leash. The cold air had found its way under her robe and up her night shirt, so she quickly ran back to the door, more than ready for her morning coffee. She grabbed the slider handle and gave it a yank. It seemed stuck. She pulled it again. Damn, it shouldn't be locked she thought to herself. But pull as she could, the door wouldn't budge.

Looking around she quickly realized her situation. She ran through all the doors in her head to think if by chance one of them might be opened, or even a window. The first thing that came to mind was maybe the garage side door was open. She hadn't really used it but maybe it was unlocked. Plus it was on the side of the house, and in her current state of dress nothing in the front of the house seemed like a good idea.

She pulled her robe tighter around her as she headed around the side of the house. The door itself was old, had a glass panel, and a knob that seemed barely attached. She gripped the knob and pushed. It was locked. She twisted and put her shoulder into it hoping to pop the lock. The lock held. This time she jumped against it a little bit.

She turned around, frustrated at her inability to get inside. That's when she noticed the elderly man next door eating at his kitchen table. He was staring down at his paper. She quickly slid around the side of the house.

Had he seen her? She was just being silly. She was wearing a robe though it didn't cover as much as she would like it was still respectable. For some reason the thought of him seeing her excited her a little. After all she was in pretty good shape and when she met him last week she had found out he was a widower. It probably did him some good if he did get a glimpse. 

"Maybe I should give him a show?" she thought.

Then she laughed at herself for even having that thought. Now though she realized her heart was racing with excitement at the thought. Would he even notice? 

She slipped back around the corner and casually walked along the side of the garage in front of the window. She watched him out of the corner of her eye. He didn't even seem to notice! She stopped half way and bent down to pick up one of Salty's toys, making a face like she was disgusted it was left on the lawn. As she bent over she let her hand fall away from her robe letting it fall open a little. 

She waited a second before making an "attempt" at modesty and pulling it back closed. With a sideways glance she noticed she had won out over the morning's headlines. He was now looking at her, however he was still holding up the paper, probably thinking to look back at it if she looked over. 

Her breathing was getting deeper and he body was tingling with excitement. "Gosh old girl I guess it's been a while if flashing the old man next door gets you hot, " she laughed to herself. 

She noticed a toy right over by the side of the house in the bushes. With a slight grin to herself she walked over, tuned her full back to him and bent over from the waist, pulling on her robe a little so it rode up on her backside exposing her panty covered rear end to him. She straightened up and turned around slowly. 

Her heart was pounding; she could feel the dew covered grass cold on her feet. Everything seemed more intense. The paper was starting to droop with inattention in his hands. 

"What else could I do? "the thought screamed in her mind. 

She noticed the hanging plants of her front porch. Could she head to the front corner of the house? Could he still see? People would be able to see her from the street. Did she care? No one was really out at this time of morning. She hadn't seen or heard a car since she had been out. 

She walked over to the garden hose and turned it on. She made a casual, if not too effective, show of watering the side plants. Then she went around the corner and walked up on the porch. She raised the hose to the plant. Unfortunately the hose was on a little higher than she had meant and water began splashing her and tilting the plant throwing dirt all over her. She lifted her other hand, releasing her robe ,which fell open just as the plant swung back. The water from the hose bounced off the plastic planter and soaked the front of her night shirt. Surprised by suddenly being soaked she quickly lowered the hose. "

"Well you were trying to give him a show. I guess he got one old girl." She chided herself. Of course it was more like the Bozo the clown show than an erotic thriller. Laughing at her own silliness and wet and a little cold, she turned off the hose. She turned to get a glance at the window. He was still watching. 

However, she decided she was done for the day. She grabbed the handle of the garage door and turned. "Damn!" she had forgotten that she had been locked out in the first place. She looked back at the window thinking of asking him for help. 

"Of course," she thought"shows over so he's gone". The seat at the table was empty and the paper was lying on the table. "Probably had to take care of himself," she thought with a smirk. She then decided to check the front door. 

As she started, to walk to the front of the house she noticed movement to her left. She turned. It was the old man. He was coming over. 

Suddenly, she was embarrassed. It was one thing to flash from a distance but now she was going to have to talk to him. This was no longer her little fantasy. Was he going to be angry at her? Was he judging her? She really hadn't done anything wrong. He had a rather stern look on his face. She stopped, pulled her wet robe as tight as she could and tried to take on a neighborly air. 

"Good morning." she tried with a smile. She waited what seemed like hours for his response. 

As he got closer he looked up and smiled a sweet old man smile and said "Hello there neighbor. Havin' some trouble?" 

She smiled back, feeling a little vulnerable about her situation she replied, "Yeah I kind of locked myself out. "

The old man looked at her, seeming to be taking her all in, and said "This old garage door will give if you give it a hard enough push. Frank, who use to own this house, was always saying he needed to fix it, but of course never got to it before it sold." 

"Great," she smiled "Anything else on my house he didn't get to?" They both laughed a nervous laugh. 

The old man went to the door turned the handle and put a shoulder into it. She was king of worried he was going to hurt himself. The door didn't budge. He tried again.

"Uhgh I know it will give I just need to give it a little ..." he tried gain. 

"Here let's both try." she said as she lined up next to him at the door. 

He still had his hand on the knob and she realized that she had gotten in front of him so that basically he had his arm around her and her backside was pressed up against him. There was an awkward moment. He didn't seem to be pulling back at all; in fact he seemed to be pressing against her a little. He was warm and she was starting to chill so it felt good. At this point she was starting to get excited again. Here she was in her night shirt and her robe with this old man pressed up against her. 

"Ready, on three", he said finally. "One, two, THREE!" 

They both pushed against the door. The door gave all at once and they both lost their balance tumbling into the garage. She slammed hard into the hood over her car and he landed on top of her against it. 

There was another awkward moment and he now was facing her, on top of her, in the dark garage with only the light from the door way. He didn't get off her as she expected. Instead, he was just looking at her with his body still pressed against hers. 

Then she did something crazy. She kissed him. She didn't know why she just did. He kissed her back. His hand started running greedily over her body, finding their way to push her robe off of her shoulders. Then down to the hem of her shirt. Next they were on her skin, finally under her shirt pulling it over her head. 

Did she want this? She just kept kissing and helped pull her shirt over her head. There she was in only her panties with this strange old man pressed against her. His hands now ran across her exposed breasts. 

He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her onto the hood of the car. She unbuttoned his pants clumsily, taking way more time than she wanted to. His hand slipped over her rear and under her underwear pushing them to the ground. His pants here finally down, she began stroking him. Her roughly grabbed her by the shoulders, flipped her around and pushed her down on the hood of the car. The metal of the hood was cold against her breasts. It took him a few times to get it but this only heightened her anticipation. Finally in he was pounding into her. He was surprisingly rough and aggressive. 

Did she want this? She didn't care and she felt wave after wave of orgasm pass over her. Just in time it seems as he pulled out and came over the garage floor. She stood up now leaning back against the car. She reached out to kiss him, but he just hugged her. 

"Thanks." she struggled to get out. 

"Thank you!" He said as he pulled up his pants. He looked her up and down for a moment, reached to touch her breast and then sheepishly slid out the door. There she was leaning against her car, naked. She had just gotten it on with the old man next door. She definitely needed to get out more. 



Being Neighborly



Thanks to Angel Love for her editing.

When my wife and I moved to a new city, I didn't really think much of the big window in the master bathroom of our new house. The glass wasn't frosted but the previous owner had installed plantation shutters on all the windows in the house so we were able to shut them when we needed to. The window was in the front corner of the house but faced our neighbor's house rather than the street.

After we had been in the house for several months, I noticed my wife was in the habit of opening the shutters in the morning and leaving them open all day. I didn't think much of it since she had convinced me a few years before that during the day it was hard to see in a window during the day time, at night when there were lights on inside was when someone outside could see in clearly. In fact, once we had convinced ourselves we didn't have to worry about exposing ourselves to any kids that might be walking by we frequently walked around the house completely naked. We had even made love in front of the windows on the front of the house knowing we couldn't be seen. The idea of being caught in the act had even been adding a little extra excitement to our sex lives.

One Saturday afternoon I was in the bathroom and looked out the window at my neighbor as he was mowing his yard. I noticed he seemed to be looking in the window every time he was pushing the mower toward our house. I could tell he was trying not to be obvious but his eyes never left the window. I'm quite sure he couldn't see me but I waited until his back was turned before I moved and left the bathroom. 

From time to time after that I would notice whenever he would walk between the houses, he would look in the window. Directly below the window is the bathtub and across from it is the counter with sinks. The entire wall on that side of the bathroom was covered with a mirror. Directly across from our bathroom window was a large window that looked into our neighbor's bedroom. They, like us, had their shades closed at night and open during the day.

My wife seemed to be making friends with the man next door. They frequently talked out in the front yard or across the fence in the back. My wife makes friends easily and loves to talk. Given a few minutes she'll tell a complete stranger everything that is going on in our lives. The neighbor seemed to mostly listen but always seemed eager to talk with my wife. I'm sure the fact she is attractive and has big tits has something to do with it. Since we were married, my wife has put on a few pounds but even though her ass has grown some, so have her tits. She would normally be a C cup but with the weight she had put on she was up to wearing D cup bras.

I'm not sure why I started taking notice but at some point I realized the shutters in our bathroom window would remain open at night. When I would look out the window before closing the shutters I could see the lights from our bathroom shining on the back of the shades in our neighbor's window. Occasionally I would notice our neighbor's window shade moving when I looked out. One time I could tell the shade wasn't all the way down and it looked like someone was looking out the window under the shade.

It didn't really come together in my mind until my wife changed her normal habit of taking a shower in the morning and started taking one at night before going to bed. Every time I went into the bathroom around my wife's shower time all the lights in the bathroom were on and the shutters were open. As I had said, we were in the habit of walking around the house without clothes on but at night we normally kept the shutters closed. Even though the shower was against the same wall as the window, because of the mirror our neighbor could see my wife as she showered. And when she got out of the shower and dried her hair he would be able to get a good look at her completely naked. The fact that he would want to watch my wife was no surprise. The fact that she was intentionally showing off for him was a surprise.

The idea my wife was showing herself to our neighbor was actually a turn on to me. I hadn't brought up the idea of her exposing herself to other men in a long time. After I had suggested it a few times and my wife had quickly shot it down I decided I had better not bring it up anymore. I guess over time the idea had started to appeal to her. Either that or she just needed to take small steps in order to get to that point. Whatever the reason, I was glad she was.

One night as my wife was about to take her shower I decided I'd help our friendly neighbor get a good show. My wife was at the sink brushing her teeth, completely nude of course, and the shutters were wide open. I walked in the bathroom wearing only a smile and a raging hard-on. As I walked up behind my wife, she bent over to rinse the toothpaste out of her mouth. I reached down and around her and took her large tits in my hands and started massaging them. My wife let out a moan and put her hands on the counter in order to steady herself. I bent down and kissed her on her back as I continued to fondle her tits and roll her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers.

My wife spread her legs apart and then moved one hand between her legs and back until she found my stiff dick. She took it in her hand and guided it toward her pussy. Once my head was up against the lips of her pussy, she moved her hand and let her fingers move to her clit. I put a little pressure on her inner lips and they parted and allowed my rod to enter her. I kept a constant pressure and my dick slid slowly into the depths of my wife's pussy. Once my pubic bone was firmly against my wife's ass I slowly withdrew until only my head was inside her. When I pushed forward to go deep inside her again, I looked in the mirror and saw that she was rubbing her clit with the fingers of one hand.

My second stroke, aided by the lubrication my dick received on the first stroke, was a little faster and felt like it went a little deeper. My wife had taught me how painful it was for me to enter her without being well lubricated. After my second slow penetration my dick was wet and slippery with pussy juice. I again pulled out to where the head of my dick was the only thing inside of her pussy. I hesitated a second and then rammed by dick into her wet pussy as hard and as fast as I could. I withdrew, hesitated and rammed it home again. Every time I slammed myself into her she let out a scream and her titties bounced. 

I could see her hand working feverishly on her clit. After three of four hard thrusts deep inside of her I changed to a more rhythmic fucking of her pussy. I put my hands on her shoulders as I moved my dick in and out of her. Our neighbor should have been getting a good view in our bathroom mirrors. One corner of the bathroom had mirrors on both walls so he should have been able to see her from the front as well as from the side.

My wife's screams had turned to moans as I pumped my dick into her increasingly wet pussy. I could tell from her breathing and moaning she was about to cum. Her fingers were working hard on her clit as my dick was assaulting her pussy. Watching my wife in the mirror and knowing our next door neighbor was watching as well had me as hard and as horny as I had every been. My balls tightened up and my dick became just a slight bit harder. This is how both my wife and I knew I was about to lose my load. 

I slid my hands down my wife's arms to her elbows. I took hold of her arms in my hands and pulled them toward me. This pulled her one hand away from her clit and the other hand no longer supported her upper body. I held on tightly to her arms so she wouldn't fall forward onto the counter. I used the new leverage to ram my dick into her pussy as fast and as deep as I could, my wife's tits swaying and bouncing in the mirror. I couldn't hold back any longer and I shot my load of hot cum deep into her cunt. I continued to fuck her until my balls were completely empty.

When I had stopped cumming and my dick was going soft I pulled out of my wife's pussy and helped her stand up straight. I turned her around and kissed her, forcing my tongue deep into her mouth. I pulled away and told her to sit up on the counter. She raised her ass up and did a slight jump to get on and then slid back a little bit. Sliding back wasn't hard considering my cum was running out of her pussy onto her legs and now on to the counter top. 

I moved her legs apart and said, "You know how I love to watch you masturbate? I think our neighbor would like to watch too. I'm going to get in the shower but you can't come in until you've brought yourself to an orgasm. And I want to be able to hear it in the shower."

As I stepped away from my wife I looked out the window and said, "You owe me." Mouthing the words slowly hoping our neighbor would be able to read my lips. 

I started the shower and stepped in. As I turned to look at my wife she was leaning against the mirror, her legs spread wide, fingers of one hand going in and out of her pussy and then moving to her clit and the other hand fondling her large melons while she pinched her nipple. As I grabbed my dick and started to wash the pussy juice and cum off of it I thought about watching my neighbor fuck his petite little redheaded wife and I could feel the first sensations of another hard-on.

To be continued . . .



Being Neighborly



It was another lonely night in our townhouse condo. My husband as usual was gone for a few days because of work leaving me alone to do nothing but watch TV. My boredom was unbearable. This was soon to change. Before I go into the story let me explain a little about myself. My name is Marisa. I am 26 and have been married now to my husband John for four years. When we first met we hit it off well and ended up being the guy I lost my virginity to. He works nights and I work part time days so I only see him a couple times a week other then short periods in the morning as he gets in and heads to bed as I go for my morning jog. I hate it but the pay is good so we bear it for now until he can get a better situation. I'm not tall at 5"6'. I'm a natural redhead with very pale skin, freckles, and blue eyes. The only people paler then me are dead. I am what would be considered average, fitting between a size eight and ten. I am also a natural 36DD which tend to be all too often the first thing guys see. Then again they are hard to miss. I also have a huge sex drive and could go everyday, multiple times, if I was able. Another factor that makes our work schedule hard to deal with.

Hearing what sounded like someone yelling I stood up, peering out my side living room window. Being an end unit we have a small yard section separating us from the other building across from us. Looking across the gap I could see into the windows of the house where the noise was coming from. That's when I saw Terrell and Tiara fighting in their living room. It was easy to see since they don't have any coverings on their side windows and they were surely loud enough to hear. They were getting very heated but I could not understand anything that was being said. This is not the first fight they have had but by the looks of it the biggest. Tiara soon stormed out of their front door ending the argument. 

Terrell and Tiara moved in around 5 months ago. They are a black couple originally from a bad neighborhood in the city. Terrell apparently had made a good amount of money from a rap album he put out and was able to buy this townhouse in the suburbs away from his old neighborhood. He took his girlfriend with him. After they moved in I went over to visit our new neighbors and made fast friends with Tiara. We spent a fair amount of time together and she often invited me over to relax in their hot tub on their back deck. She often complained about Terrell being at times too controlling and hard to deal with. This was easy to tell by how often they fought. I asked her one day why she stayed if she wasn't too happy. She told me that he took good care of her. Then leaning in she whispered that it also helped that Terrell was well hung and was a pro at using it. Right away making a motion with her hand to show me the length and girth. If she was being honest he was really big and would certainly give justice to the black male myth. Tiara's fingers were at least eight inches apart, likely a little more, and the circle she made was around five plus inches. Both of which were a good size bigger then my husband's. I actually felt myself blush when she did that which made Tiara laugh. 

Terrell was different altogether. More rough around the edges then Tiara but generally friendly to me during the few times we talked. He is a darker skinned black male and stands over six feet in height. He speaks with a heavy inner city accent and at times using slang I can't fully understand. I can't complain since he has been nice. Have even spent a few evenings with him and Tiara including some with my husband along and Terrell has always been decent to us. John seems to get along with him well enough. He wasn't that bad looking either and was larger then my husband as well. Though no surprise to me I have caught him staring at my chest every time I see him. More so when he stops by when Tiara and I are in the hot tub out back and I'm in my bathing suit. Tiara is an A cup so when we're side by side it's hard to miss my large chest. 

The one advantage to the neighbors not having window coverings are the times I happen to catch them having sex in one room of another. I am not really the voyeur type. Yet being home alone and very much sexually deprived I slowly turned into one. It started only a couple months back when I by chance looked out my window and saw them at it in their living room. The first couple of times I just walked away but soon I found myself watching when I did catch them. Tiara told me that Terrell loves sex and wants it everyday and she wasn't lying. I never could see much but it was more then enough to get me turned on big time. It wasn't long until I was masturbating after watching them. This eventually even lead me to having dreams with Terrell in it. So many in fact that I actually lost count. I knew I was sexually frustrated since I was having dreams of having sex with other men which I never considered in my life. Not to mention that Terrell is a black man and I never thought of them in a sexual way before. I know I can't help what I dream about but I also knew watching him and the way he had sex with Tiara was turning me on, big time. Just looked very hot and as sexually denied as I am it was driving me nuts. I just figured the dreams were a result of my own sexual frustration. 

Once Tiara left the house it was quiet for the rest of the night. Actually it was very quiet for the next couple of days. Wondering what had happened I decided to go over one afternoon when I wasn't working and John was asleep. Ringing the door bell I heard someone walking up to the front. The door opened and Terrell was standing on the other end. With a big smile he said hello and asked what he could do for me. I asked him if Tiara was home. His facial expression changed as he explained to me that she had moved out after the last fight they had and she's not talking to him. I professed my sorrow not only because I was sad to see her go but he also seemed a bit down about it. Trying to be nice I offered him if there was anything he needed let us know. He thanked me. As I began to walk away he mentioned that I could still come over if I want to use the hot tub in the back when I wanted to and even offered for me to come over today to keep him company since he didn't have anything planned. I kind of felt bad for both him and Tiara so I agreed to come over after getting changed to keep him company for a little while. Heading back over to our place I quietly changed into my bathing suit so I wouldn't wake my husband. I slipped on my green tankini top and matching bottoms. The top went all the way down to my waist and was the least revealing suit I could find but even with that it was hard to cover my ample cleavage. Wrapping a towel around myself I walked back over to find Terrell already in the hot tub. The way he had it set up it gave a good amount of privacy. Sitting on his rear deck he erected a fence around the entire thing that was high enough I could barely see down into it from my second story rear window. And even then it was only one corner that was visible. 

Taking off the towel I climbed into the bubbling hot water which relaxed me instantly. After getting settled Terrell thanked me for coming over and we began what ended up being a nice long conversation. Starting with his now former relationship with Tiara which is what was bothering him most. Then we meandered from one topic to another as I got to know and even like him a little more. I couldn't help but notice though his eyes kept trailing down to me chest and even at times didn't even look me in the face when we were talking. I pretty much just shrugged it off as being the norm for guys. After some time the sun began to set and I knew my husband would be up from his sleep soon and figured I would head over to start dinner. Terrell thanked me for listening and it helped him feel better. As he stood up to help me out I caught a glimpse of his crotch in his tight fitting bathing shorts. Then again it was hard to miss since it appeared that he had a bit of a hard on and from what I could see Tiara wasn't lying about his size. The first thing that popped into my mind was "lucky girl."

Terrell invited me over again tomorrow just to hang out again in the back which I readily agreed to. After John woke up he ate, took a shower, and was out the door for the night leaving me alone, as usual. As the next two weeks went by I ended up becoming a regular visitor next door with Terrell as we talked and got to know each other better. I honestly grew to like him and feel more comfortable even with his heavy inner city accent which at first had made me a little uneasy. Not every time was spent in the hot tub area but also had fun wasting time in his living room playing against each other on his Wi gaming system which I wasn't the best at playing at first. Spending time with Terrell was a nice change from the boring old norm of every day alone at home. More so since my hours at work were cut back leaving me working only three days a week and of those only three hours a day. Even had me wishing I had taken some time to get to know him sooner then I had. Was so comfortable with him I had no problem even going into intimate details about my relationship with my husband, including our sex life. What little we had of one that is.

It was now Wednesday night, nearly two weeks from when Tiara left. I had already spent several hours playing games with Terrell who completely beat my butt. My husband didn't have to work tonight so I thought I might be able to get him to have sex since it had now been over a week since we last had. Even made sure to shave my legs and crotch again even though I had done it just two days ago but wanted them both to be smooth. After dinner I decided to make my move yet no matter what I did John kept knocking me down. I finally came out bluntly asking him if he wanted to have sex which he told me he wasn't in the mood tonight, having an upset stomach. He even decided to go to bed early leaving me downstairs in the living room. I was pissed to say the least and horny as hell. I tried to relax and watch TV but my libretto was through the roof and after an hour I figured I mines as well masturbate to relieve my sexual tension. Something I more often then not have to do. Turning off the TV I laid back on the couch and softly ran my hands around my body, centering at first around my chest. Sliding a hand down my pajama pants I began to slowly rub my clit thinking of John. As I got more into it somehow the picture of Terrell came into my head. Imagining him standing above me, his hand down my pants, fingering me with his long black fingers. This was soon replaced with the picture of us both naked below the waist, his large black body over mine as he thrust his dick in and out of me. In a very short time I had a massive orgasm as my entire body shook on pleasure. 

Right afterwards I came to the realization that I had just masturbated to the thought of another man; something I had never done before. I don't know what I thought of Terrell. Was it because of the danger or the wrongness of being with another man? Or the taboo of being with a black man? I couldn't deny that his dark skin color near my pale white body was a bit hot to look at. I kind of felt a little guilty even though what I had done felt so good and really turned me on more then I ever thought it could. Was I actually becoming sexually attracted to Terrell? I scary part was I knew the answer already, yes I was. The fact that my husband was seldom in the mood surely helped too.

I spent most of the next day with John and that evening we finally got to have sex together. During the following week I as usual hung around with Terrell when ever he invited me over which was everyday now. He also began to get a big more touchy with me. Often placing a hand on my leg, hugging, even kissing me on the cheek. I also began to masturbate more often then usual, once, sometimes twice a day. To make matters worse each time I found myself somehow thinking of Terrell. Little did I know everything was about to reach a head. Thursday afternoon I got home from work as normal. After parking I got out of the car and immediately heard my name being called. Looking over I saw Terrell walking towards me. 

"Hey Marisa, ya got any plans for Saturday night?," he asked right away. I told him no more so since John was actually having to work this Saturday as an overtime day due to the companies extra work load lately. "Great! Then you're free. Have a small party for a new album I helped with and lookin' for a date. Tiara was supposed to come an' you're the only otha' girl I'm friends with. So, I figured I holla at you to see if you can come in her place?"

I was flattered that he thought of me and told him I wanted to make sure it was okay with John before agreeing. Terrell said he was fine with that and to let him know. Later that evening I brought it up to John and surprisingly he was fine with me going and even told me to have a good time. Said that since he wasn't going to be here anyway I should at least enjoy myself. Picking up the phone I called Terrell to let him know I would go and he sounded very glad to hear it. 

After dinner Saturday I headed up stairs to get ready for the evening. Taking a shower I took time to shave both my legs and crotch clean since it had been a few days since I had. Looking through my clothes I tried to find something nice to wear, settling on a black V neck dress that goes down to just above my knees when standing. Along with that a pair of black heeled boots, about mid calf high. Underneath I was wearing a matching bra and panty set. Before leaving I said my goodbyes to my husband and he wished me a good evening. Walking over to Terrell's he opened to door and his eyes got real big. Looking me up and down several times he told me I looked very sexy. I thanked him, blushing. He was just wearing his normal clothing for the evening, loose fitting stuff. Hopping in his car we drove off to the party. Terrell told me he didn't want to spend too much time out. Was just going to say hello, take a few photos, then get back home. 

When we finally got there I found I was one of the only white people and the only white female which turned plenty of heads. A pale white female like me in a large room full of black men and women, I stood out like a sore thumb. I did enjoy myself though and met a lot of new people. Terrell kept me close by him most of the time and seemed to revel in showing me to guys he knew. After a couple of hours he asked me if I was ready to go? I told him I was fine with it as we pushed our way through the crowd and back to the car. The drive home was far from silent and Terrell kept telling me of all the guys who commented on me tonight. Which was flattering to say the least since I'm not used to that at all. During the drive he took one hand off the wheel placing it on my knee rubbing it as he talked. There was something erotic seeing his dark hand on my pale white leg.

When we got back home John was already gone to work. I was about to say goodnight to Terrell when he asked me to come in to his house. Maybe to play a game or two since it was still fairly early. I was a little tired but figured why not? I had nothing else to do anyway. Closing the door behind me he disappeared into the kitchen only to return with a bottle of rum and two shot glasses. He told me we would make playing interesting, the person who loses drinks. Laughing I agreed as I took my boots off to get comfortable. As we began to play I began to lose, as I often did. Not that I didn't win any, just won very few. I was now eight shots into it and just lost another making me take a ninth. By now I was more then feeling it and knew I had to stop or I would be passed out drunk if I kept up this losing streak. Terrell teased me a little and pushed me into one more game promising I wouldn't have to drink if I lost. That was a good thing since I lost in record time. I told him I guess I had better get home.

"Wait!" he said. "You still owe me one fa' losin' that last round." I mentioned that we agreed I wouldn't have to drink again. "I know but how 'bout a little kiss instead? Just a quick one before you go." I told him I wasn't sure since I'm married. "We're friends ain't we Marisa? It ain't no big deal, I ain't looking to take you away from your man. Besides your husband ain't home so he won't know anyway." With that I actually agreed.

Terrell stepped over to me, leaned down, and kissed me directly on my lips. Without warning he grabbed a hold of my waist and pulled my tightly against his body with one arm and head the back of my head with his other hand kissing me deeply. He tongue snaked it's way into my mouth. His strong arm kept a tight hold of me to keep me from moving. I was shocked but not so much by what he did but by the fact that I really made no effort to break away. In response I was kissing him back. I knew if it weren't for the alcohol I would have slapped him for this. The drinking loosed me up enough to do something I had thought of for a little while now but never figured I would do it. I also never considered I would willingly give myself up so easy more so since I'm married and love my husband dearly. There was something about Terrell though that excited in me a sexual nature I never had. I was soon about to find out how willing I really was in giving up far more to this large black man then I ever considered doing. 

Terrell released me from his tight grip and I didn't more an inch. Sliding his arm from around my waist his hand was soon planted on my butt, rubbing it over the dress. Breaking the kiss he leaned lower kissing my neck. At the same time he removed his other hand from the back of my head trailing the tips of his fingers down the side of my neck slowly working their way down. It felt nice as I just stood there breathing heavily. He didn't stop there. His fingers continued their slow dissent to the very top of my chest, then down lightly across my left breast until his hand came to rest right below it. He didn't waste a moment before cupping his entire hand on my left breast, kneading it over my dress. 

"I have been wantin' to touch these big ass white titties of yours for a long fuckin' time" he said pulling away from my neck. I told Terrell I think we had better stop and I should go home. "Why Marisa, don't you want me to do this?" he asked. I again said I shouldn't and that it wasn't proper more so being married. "Shit, I don't fuckin' care that you're married! I ain't lookin' for a relationship. I'm just lookin' for some fun, you know what I mean girl? I don't want another girlfriend an' don't want you leavin' your husband, just want to fuck you. I know you are needin' it as bad as I'm wantin' it. An' John ain't gotta know nothin' about what we do when he ain't here. You know you're wantin' if girl, don't you?" 

I had a million thoughts going through my head at the moment. The entire time he didn't let up playing with me breast and I really made no move to stop him. Without thinking I blurted out that yes, I wanted it. After those words came out of my mouth I felt shocked that I would admit it instead if insisting that I should leave. I can't really blame the alcohol since I really wanted to be doing this; the alcohol just helped me release my inhibitions that normally would stop me. I was very turned on by this point both from what he was doing to me and the excitement of being with the big black man. I know it didn't help that it has also been a week now since I last had sex and was craving it badly. 

With a big grin on his face Terrell kissed me on the lips deeply again as he continued playing with my left breast. After a minute or so he moved his hand from my chest down my stomach to the side of my upper left thigh. With both the hand on my thigh and the one of my rear he began to bunch up my until my panties were exposed both in front and back. Holding the hem of my dress up with his hand in back he slid the one on the outside of my thigh across the front then down in between running his fingers on my crotch over my panties. I was so turned on by now and Terrell could tell as well.




Being Neighborly



"Damn girl there's a lot of heat comin' off your pussy an' can already feel a little wet spot on your panties. Lets get this fuckin' dress off you Marisa." he said grinning. Pulling back from me he grabbed the bottom of my dress and began pulling it upwards over my stomach, chest, arms, and head as I lifted my arms up to help it get off easier. Once he pulled it all the way off of me he tossed it onto the floor followed by taking off his own shirt, kicking off his shoes, then letting his pants drop to the floor. We were both now in nothing but our underwear and that wasn't likely to last for long. 

Terrell quickly spun me around so that I was now facing away from him. Pushing me hair away he went back to kissing my neck along the left side. Reaching around he placed one hand down by my crotch rubbing my pussy over my panties and the other up by my chest rubbing my breasts over my bra. My nipples were rock hard pressing against the material of my bra. Shortly afterwards he moved back hands away grabbing the back of my bra. I could feel him undoing one, two, three, then the final fourth hook of my bra. Pushing the straps off my shoulders I let it slip down my arms then down to the floor. Now I was down to only my panties and short half socks. Reaching back around Terrell grabbed both of my breasts and began to play with them. Rubbing my nipples between his fingers, pinching them, causing me to moan softly in pleasure. Looking down I watched as his black hangs roamed all over my bare breasts. The sight alone was really turning me on more along with what he was doing to me. 

"Such nice big lilly white tits with pretty pale pink nipples. I only wish Tiara had a pair like these. How often I just wanted to reach over and grab these. Now, I want you to go lay down on the couch Marisa" he whispered into my ear as he pointed to where he wanted me. He has a large section sofa that has on one end a lounger type of area where you can kick your feet up and relax. It also was fully open except on one side giving ample room for what I knew we were going to be doing soon enough. Letting go of me I walked over to his couch. I didn't even get the chance to lay down before Terrell was right against me, guiding me down onto my back. Kissing my neck again he trailed his lips down to my chest. Cupping my breasts he sucked my nipples, one then the other, into his mouth. It felt so good and looked so hot. His black skin against my pale white. He stayed there for a couple of minutes before pulling himself away. Moving along the side of the couch he worked his way lower, kissing down my stomach until he reached the top of my panties. Turning his head to stare up at me he moved his hands sliding his fingers under the waistband of my panties on both sides. 

"Lift your hips baby" he ordered. Doing as he said he began to pull down on my panties. Sliding off my waist, down my thighs, calves, off my feet then throwing them away to the floor. "Damn girl you got a pretty little white pussy, shaved bare too" he exclaimed with a moan. Pushing my legs apart and my knees up he climbed up on the couch with his face right above my crotch. Moving his hand up he slowly run his finger up and down my clit then slid it into me making me moan. He started fingering my pussy as he leaned in, running his tongue around my clit now. He was a pro at this and it felt so very good. I enjoyed every moment of it as he worked both his fingers and tongue in amazing ways. I was surprised as I began to feel myself building towards an orgasm not even three minutes into it. Screaming out loud my legs began to shake just before I came, hard. Holy crap was that a quick but big orgasm. Never remember having one come on so fast in my life. Was a good mix of sexual denial and what Terrell had been doing to me. I just laid there trying to catch my breath as Terrell moved up and off the couch.

"No, it's my turn baby" he said with pleasure. Moving to prop myself up on my knees I looked up at Terrell standing at the end of the couch in his underwear. Could clearly see the material straining against his hard on. Without saying a word he reached down, pushing his boxers down to the floor. His dick sprung out, rock hard and pointing straight at me. 'Holy crap!' is all that came to mind when I saw the thing. It was fucking huge. Tiara wasn't lying. He was at least eight inches long and more then five inches in girth, and dark as the rest of him. Just an all around massive black cock. I never in my wildest dreams could have imagined such a thing. Terrell could tell by the look on my face how shocked I was and all he could do was let out a laugh. He didn't say a word as he climbed back onto the couch, spreading my legs wider before moving again between them. I asked him if he was going to put on a condom?

"Fuck no!" he exclaimed. "I'm gonna fuck you bareback Marisa. I know you're on the pill so I ain't gonna knock you up. An' you're gonna be my first white girl an' I wanna feel all with nothin' between us. Besides I ain't carrying nothin' an' had to use a rubber with Tiara every funkin' time since she wasn't on anything an' we didn't want any kids. An' I know you ain't been with no other guys but John. Don't worry baby, you'll love every inch of my big black pole." 

The entire time he was telling me this he moved higher up between my thighs until he was directly above me. His very large and heavy black cock resting up against the side of my inner thigh. I don't know why but I actually agreed to it since I did trust him, knew I couldn't get pregnant, and wanted to feel it myself. Leaning in he kissed me on the lips once more before moving one of his hands down between our bodies grabbing his cock. Positioning himself as he ran the tip of his dick up and down my pussy getting it wet before aiming it directly at my hole. Without hesitation he started placing pressure down against me. Terrell was a lot bigger then my husband both in length and in width and I usually tight around my husband as is. Needless to say that he was having to make an extra effort with me. Pressing harder I could feel the head of his dick slowly start to open me up as he made it past that big hurdle of getting it in me.

"Fuck you got one fuckin' tight white pussy! Actually hurt a little to push it in you. This shit is gonna feel so fuckin' good." Terrell didn't stop for second as he kept trying to work his massive black dick into me. First the head disappeared into my body following slowly, bit by bit, of his long, thick, black shaft. I must admit it was kind of uncomfortable. Not that it didn't feel good but it also gave me a slight pain as well. I tried to relax but it's hard to do when you have a massive object pushing into your body and stretching you in ways never felt before. Terrell continued without stopping working more and more into me, a little at a time. By now he was past the deepest my husband gets and he still had around two inches more to go. 

"Shit are all white girls this fuckin' tight? Feels like my dick's in a vice. Not that I'm complainin' you know." He continued his slow progress going deeper and deeper until I yelled out for him to stop because he was now touching my cervix and there was no way he could go further. Terrell let out a laugh. Asking him what was so funny he explained, "I couldn't go any deeper if I wanted to. You already took the whole fuckin' thing. Even Tiara couldn't do that, always had near an inch stickin' outta her." 

He was right as I felt his testicles pressing up against my rear and his pelvis touching mine. It was the strangest feeling in my entire life. Never had something so deep inside of me. Awkward, slightly uncomfortable, and felt good all at the same time. Terrell held himself still in me grinding slowly for near a minute as my body adjusted to his size. Terrell then moved while holding himself inside of me so he was sitting up on his knees. Grabbing my legs he propped them up on his chest, my feet resting on either side of his head. Wrapping his hands around my thighs he slowly began to pull in and out of me. The uncomfortable feeling was already gone by now replaced by pure pleasure. It was also extremely hot to look up at this large black man, my pale white legs against his torso, as his massive black cock explored the inside of my body. The sight and the pleasure was better then I could have ever dreamed it would be. 

Terrell was no thrusting in and out of me with long hard strokes. To gain more force and leverage he leaned his torso down against my so my legs were now at an angle, my feet directly above my chest. Terrell started fucking me hard, fast, and deep. My moans and at times screams of pleasure were echoing throughout his living room and likely his entire house. I have always been a moaner but can't ever recall being this loud before then again sex never felt this good before. No offense to my husband but Terrell was not only very well hung, he also knew how to use it. Never had I figured I would ever look up staring at another men, much mess a black guy, while having sex or that I would have been so willing to give it up to him. I was in a sea of extasy which each thrust into my body and waves of pleasure coursed through me. In other words, I was enjoying the hell out of it. 

Terrell never stopped for a second, only altering his movements. He had been at it by now for several minutes with no signs of letting up anytime soon. By now my husband would have finished. Not that I am complaining, oh was I not complaining at all! I honestly didn't want it to end, felt too good. Terrell eventually changed position by releasing my legs down to his sides and moving until he was directly hovering above me. Once there he proceeded to fuck me once again, hard, and fast. Wrapping my legs around his back as my toes curled tightly in pleasure. My fingers gripping his back and shoulders as he kept up his assault on my body. Nothing but an endless string of moans were uttered from my mouth. Terrell did good job at being able to hold back for nearly ten minutes now but it couldn't last forever. I could tell that time was coming on quick. His thrusts became shallower and his moaning become louder.

"Fuck baby! Gonna cum!" he yelled out loud. "Can't hold back. Gonna cum deep in your tight married white pussy! Fuuuccckkk!" With this he shoved it all into me one last time until our bodies were pressed together, holding it there. His entire body went stiff above me just before I felt stream after stream of his hot seaman shooting into me, striking against my cervix. I think this was the one time in my life I was extremely thankful I was on birth control. Terrell continued to moan lightly as he unloaded the rest of his cum into me, holding himself there until he began to get soft. Slowly pulling out of me I felt awfully empty except for the large deposit he had left in my body.

After cleaning myself up I began to get dressed again. On my way out the door Terrell gave me a deep kiss then told me to stop by again tomorrow. Without thinking twice I actually agreed as I kissed his cheek before leaving. When I got home I got undressed, laid down in bed, and relaxed. Recounting what I had just done I was surprised I really had no guilt about having sex with our black neighbor. I wanted it badly, pure lust and desire. I had no real feelings for Terrell other then being a friend, neighbor, and now in a sexual manner. Terrell had explained to me again before I left that he only wanted to have a friendly and a sexual relationship and had no interest in dating or taking me away from my husband. That he was tired of emotional relationships and just wanted someone to have sex with and was very glad that I am married. Not only because it was somewhat of a turn on having sex with a married white woman but also that I wouldn't be looking for a real relationship either. Told me it was mutually beneficial to both of us, getting what we both crave; sex and lots of it. I couldn't have agreed more happily going along with the whole situation, at least for the time being.



Being Neighborly



This story is by request and I trust she enjoys it. Please enjoy, and remember to add comments and vote, it is the best way to let me know if you enjoyed it.

Although I stated it explicitly in the story, everyone mentioned is over 18.

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I had graduated from college in spring and was spending the summer at my folk's house. It was hotter than hell, easily over 100 degrees and I was floating in the pool half snoozing on the lounger type flotation device, an empty beer in the cup holder. My parents had gone up to Oklahoma to visit Mom's parents and I didn't expect them for at least a week. Sometimes these week long trips turned into a month, being retired had its advantages, I suppose.

I was mulling over the same issue I had been struggling with all summer so far, do I join the forces of the working stiffs or go back to grad school? Arguably a BS in Economics wouldn't amount to a hill of beans, so if I wanted gainful employment then Grad school was the way to go. The problem was I hated school, outside the economics classes. The social aspects of college were grossly over rated if you ask me. 

Yes, the girls were great and I learned a lot from them, losing my cherry my first semester. I met some with some weird assed kinks and rooming with a Psych major for all four years helped. It was a running case study for him and once I began to minor in Psych, me too. 

I heard a bang from the house next door which roused me from my sun and beer induced stupor, and half sat up looking at it. Up until this moment I thought it was vacant. The couple that had lived there moved further south for 'warmer' weather.

As if Tyler Texas didn't get hot enough. Maybe too green sometimes, definitely too small a town, but cold is not how I would describe it. Cold was Chicago in winter, or fall, spring too now that I think about it. Chicago barely got warm in summer.

I hated it, but Northwestern was well worth the money, especially when it was scholarship and Pell Grant money. I could probably go any where I wanted for Grad school. Ma and Pop wanted me to go to a school in state, far lower tuition in most cases, the problem was where. Dallas or Houston was the obvious choice, but not having applied anywhere yet, I was getting behind the eight ball.

None of which explains the noise next door, but now you have some insight, I suppose.

I paddled over to the side of the pool and managed to get off the lounger and onto the deck with out spilling the remains of my beer, or me, into the pool. I slipped my sandals on and headed next door to see what was going on. I rounded the corner and saw four women standing around a fallen book case and muttering amongst themselves. 

"Ya'll need some help?" I asked.

The four of them turned and looked at me. One was about the same age as my folks and seemed like the 'rode hard and put up wet type.' One of the others had the skin color of Halle Barre, maybe a hue redder and darker. She had a brilliant smile, super white teeth framed by plump lips, and as my eyes roamed over her, I noticed a plump ass, tight stomach and wondrous tits clad in a tank top with no bra. The other two were twins, with blonde hair blue eyes, they were lithe and petite.

The mother walked up and said, "Hi, I am Caroline. This is Brook, and my daughters, Alison and Rae." 

I smiled at Caroline and said, "I am Sam. My folks will be back on Sunday I think, and I am sure you'll meet them then."

"We are renting the house from the Caristan's, but are having some issues with the heavy stuff." Caroline said.

"If you can give me five minutes, I'll put on some clothes and call a couple of guys to come help." I offered.

"Well we only have a couple of heavy things, if you can help the four of us I think we can manage with out havin' to call folks over." Caroline said.

"Yep, I'll be right back," I said as I turned to change.

"Naw, you are fine like that," Brook said. It seemed her eyes were making the trip over me as I had done to her.

Caroline shot a guarded look at Brook and shrugged. "Okay" She said reluctantly it seemed.

For the next hour or so we moved the heavy items into the house and worked up a hellacious sweat. Brook's white tank top had turned nearly see through and I was having a tough time keeping my eyes off her large tits. The sisters seemed to have a case of the giggles every time I looked at them or Brook. 

I found out the twins were almost nineteen having graduated high school in the spring and Brook twenty. The twins were thinking about going to Beauty College to become beauticians. Brook was working in the mall at one of the clothing shops. They all had the nice rural Texas drawl and swished their way around the house, seemingly more pronounced when they thought I was watching.

They invited me over for dinner, and I passed, but offered them the use of the pool, at least until my folks came back, and left them to settle in.

I had taken a shower and dressed in a pair of shorts and tee shirt and was heading out to grab a bite to eat, the door bell ringed as I was tying my shoe laces and I stepped over to the door and Brook was standing there. "Hi Sam," She said flashing that dazzling smile at me. She clearly had cleaned up as well, wearing a white and yellow print sun dress that was sheer enough that you could tell the difference in the skin color between her areola and her tit.

I was beginning to get the idea that she like to show her self off, and decided to play along. Looking up at her caramel colored eyes, I asked, "What can I do for you?"

"Well Caroline wanted me to come over and make sure you didn't want to have dinner with us. We got some KFC and fixin's " She said.

For a moment I considered it and then decided, "Okay, why not?"

The shock on Brook's face was priceless. I turned around and finished putting my shoes on, and Brook stood there looking at me.

We went to her place and dinner was on the table, the twins on one side Brook opposite them and Caroline at one end, and I was at the other end. Dinner was, of course, fried chicken and fixings from KFC and we sat and I turned to the twins and flirted with each of them. After a couple of minutes of not saying much to her, I felt Brook's foot against my ankle and she started playing footsies with me. I gave no reaction, but didn't stop her or draw attention to it either. A secretive little smile crossed Brook's face as dinner went on, her foot sliding up and down my calf as far as she could reach. I said enough to Caroline and Brook to not appear rude.

My cock thickened and lengthened down my thigh with the rubbing of Brook's foot coupled with the twins sitting there looking all delicious and stuff, each of them flirting back easily. Any one that leaned over the table would see the head of my cock sticking out of the bottom of my shorts and underwear. When Caroline left to get more sweet tea for me, I 'accidentally' knocked my napkin off the table toward Brook.

Brook said, "I'll get it" and bent over. I shifted my legs slightly making sure she had a good angle to see my fat cock and shifted back as she sat up. Her face was slightly flushed and her nipples hardened noticeably. She handed the napkin back to me without saying a word, which must have been unusual for her because the twins looked at each other and then her. Rae the bolder of the twins bent over and I heard her gasp as she looked around. She sat up her face blushed red and whispered something to Alison. Alison didn't bend over but blushed prettily and averted her eyes.

Caroline came back a couple of seconds later, and Alison was still blushing and Caroline asked, "Honey what's wrong?"

Alison was about to say something when Rae cut her off, saying, "Sam here just asked out on a date this weekend is all."

I shot a glance at Rae and stammered out, "I-if you don't mind Miss Caroline."

Caroline looked at all four of us for a moment and then said, "Why would I? Alison is the last chosen normally. I am glad she gets right of first refusal."

I thought it was an interesting way to put it, but held my tongue.

As Caroline sat down, Brook's foot found its place along my calf again and was moving slowly up and down. Now I could concentrate my conversation more on the twins than Brook and Caroline with out fear of seeming rude to either of them. 

Flirting with Alison, meant flirting with Rae as well; Rae answered most of, and asked most of, the questions. They were wearing opposite colors but similar sundresses, a considerably thicker material than that of Brook's dress. Still the fronts were cut low enough to give a hint of their lovely appearing breasts, the top of the swell just visible.

We finished dinner and Caroline enlisted Brook and Rae in helping clear the table to leave Alison and I alone for a moment. As the three other women went into the kitchen I stood up, my hard cock bouncing up slightly creating an odd angled tent in my shorts. Alison gasped slightly and whispered, "It really is big."

I blushed as I held my hand out to her, helped her up from the table, and we walked outside to sit on the porch. We sat on the swing that had been there all my life, an old pine wood swing, the white paint long since faded to grey or worn off. 

We sat in silence a couple of minutes and she stammered, "W-why are..." She faded into silence and I watched her face turn bright red.

I considered her mostly unasked question and how best to answer it and decided the truth was simplest. "Brook was playing footsies with me all through dinner. Between that and talking to you and your sister, I imagine any guy would be excitable."

She turned her head away from me a moment and asked, "Do you want to make love to her?"

It came out before I thought about it and asked back, "Your sister or Brook?"

I heard a soft little giggle and Alison turned back and said, "Well, I guess that isn't to fair a question to ask if we haven't been on our date yet, is it?"

I chuckled and said, "I can't promise I won't have sex with her, but I do promise, if it happens you'll hear about it from me, if we do start dating that is."

She appeared to relax some and said, "Speaking of which, do you really want to take me out?"

I leaned over squeezed her thigh gently and whispered in her ear, "Just try and stop me."

Alison smiled prettily and leaned her head against my shoulder. The moment of comfortable silence did nothing to lessen the state of my cock. The tent was now pointing straight up. Alison laid her hand in my lap, fingers resting close to my balls but not touching anything untoward. The fact that she was so close, and yet, so far away was driving me mad. I thought about squirming about to see if I could coax her into grabbing something, anything.

A couple of torturous minutes later Brook came outside followed closely by Rae. Brook leaned against the railing of the porch her legs splayed open, causing her dress to tighten across her thighs, giving Alison and I a good view of her musculature. Rae sat on the swing with Alison and me, sitting to my left. After a lurid moment where I imagined myself as the meat in a twin sandwich my prurient imaginings were disturbed by Brook as she asked, "So, what are you two yammerin' about?"

I looked at Alison a moment and then answered with, "Alison was trying to back out of the date Rae set up for us. I told her I was havin' none of that."

"What about me?" Brook asked.

I looked at her like she was crazy for a moment and asked, "What about you?"

For a second she pouted and then her voice carried far less confidence that it did moments ago, as she asked, "What if I wanted you first?"

I patted Rae on the thigh and said, "But Rae gave me away already." I smiled at her and said in a voice that was either playful or hopeful, depending on the mood of the listener, and asked, "Maybe, wait your turn?"

Rae giggled to my left and Alison gave my thigh a squeeze, I guess in warning or something. I patted Alison's hand and left mine on top of hers and found that I really liked the feel of her.

I know that is hard to quantify, but it felt...Good. No. It felt right on some level that I had never felt.

"I don't like to wait," Brook uttered. 

Rae piped up unexpectedly saying, "Maybe you can earn it baby."

This time Alison giggled and I looked down at her. She looked up and whispered, "Be careful, they are setting you up."

I was about to respond when Rae indignantly said, "We are not. He is a boy and can't control his cock anyway, so if no one gets hurt what's the harm?"

I turned and looked at Rae and could see she was getting excited, her nipples were hardening, her breathing coming in shorter breaths than before and her face was a little flushed. I looked at the other two and they too were getting turned on by this. I could feel Alison's chest rise and fall faster, and if Brook were any more turned on she would be friggin' her pussy right there on the porch.

I watched each of them in turn, and said, "No game. I'll take Alison out Friday and if she and I don't hit it off, then maybe I'll play your game." Alison's hand moved down the fabric of my shorts and then onto my bare thigh and came back up. The hair on my thigh stood straight on end from the electricity of her touch. Her hand stopped just short of my groin and I could not suppress the moan that came out.

"Booooring" Brook and Rae both said. 

I laughed a little and then stared in shock at Alison as she said, "Here's the deal. He can play the game with the two of you. He and I have the weekends and at least two nights, Tuesday and Thursday, in the week together to give him a break, and the two of us a chance to see if we like each other or not."

"Deal!" Brook screamed and Rae looked at Alison thoughtfully.

Rae reached over and caressed her sister's face and whispered, "You like him?"

Alison laid her cheek into Rae's hand and whispered, "I don't know, but would like to find out."

"Are you sure you want us to play with him?" Rae asked.

"I'll be fine, and if he and I get serious then I'll decide if I can handle it." Alison explained.

"Whoa now," I interjected. "Don't I get a vote in this whole deal?"

Alison laughed as she reached over and grasped my cock's head and gave it a firm squeeze that sent waves of pleasure through me. "You already did, why else would you have shown Brook and Rae your cock?"

She had me there but I stammered out, "B-but that was before I thought I could win the prize without playing."

Alison looked up at me and said, "You can play or not, and I will still go out with you this weekend, and if it doesn't work out, no harm no foul." Alison sat up and placed her hand back on my thigh. "This is something the three of us have talked about and done now a couple of times. The guy always gets laid at the end, and the three of us stay out of troubles that we otherwise would get into." 

"If it does work out between us, maybe we'll let it go on as long as you are having fun with it." Alison said.

I looked down at her and nodded and said, "Okay, at least until Friday night," receiving a smile as a reward. 

Alison stood up and said, "Good night all," and left us to our own devices.

The screen door had no sooner closed and Rae's hand moved to the spot opposite the one vacated by Alison's. Her grip was quite different, harder, more demanding in her squeeze. The swing rocked slightly as Brook sat where Alison had just been, one of her hands grabbed my cock, the other bee lined for my balls and tugged them gently. A dark spot started soaking into my shorts as the pre-cum saturated my boxers.

Grabbing the wrist of each woman, I said, "Slow down girls. I showed you mine, now show me yours."

They each giggled and Brook said, "That isn't the way it works, we tell you what we want and you do it."

It was nearly impossible but I imposed my will over my cock and stood up. I walked off the porch saying, "My bat, and my rules. You know where I live, let me know if you want to play."

I couldn't see their faces, but could hear one of the gasp, like no one had ever done such a terrible thing to them. 

I made it to the house and leaned against the closed door for a few minutes with my eyes closed. I was tempted to log onto my laptop and find some lengthy porn videos to pull off to when the door bell chimed. I opened the door and saw Brook standing there and I asked, "Yes?"

She nibbled on her lower lip and said softly, "I'll play by your rules."

I looked at her and responded, "What about Rae, no fun with just one participant." 

Brook gave me a look that suggested that there was no way Rae was playing.

I started to close the door when I heard a voice say, "She'll play." I leaned out a little and looked across the yard and saw Alison dragging Rae over. Alison stepped up on the porch saying, "If she doesn't Brook and I will find someone else that will; and I know who would."

"Who?" Rae asked.

"It doesn't matter, but you can be sure it is someone you hate." Alison said.

Alison moved up next to me and wrapped her arm around my waist and said, "Go ahead Sam, I'll stay for this part and make sure Rae plays along. Once she gets started, she won't want to lose."

I nodded and said, "Without lifting your skirts up, take off your panties and hand them to me." Before either of them could move, I flipped on the porch light. They both looked at the light and then me. Brook didn't hesitate at all, and her panties, a pair of fiery red lacy thongs was off and in my hand. I raised them up and sniffed them before tossing them into the house. Brook had an earthy scent and my cock hardened again almost instantly.

Rae took her time taking her panties off. She wasn't putting on a sexy show, so much as rebelling against the idea. Finally resigning herself to it, she pulled down a pair of black satin undies and handed them over. Sniffing her panties, they were less earthy than Brook, but just as wet.

"Good" I said. "Now raise your skirts high enough that I can see your pussy and ass, and turn around slowly so I can see you."

Brook's skirt was up in a flash, but I kept my eye's on Rae. She slowly raised her skirt and revealed a bushy crotch that was slightly darker than her hair color. I looked at Brook and saw she had a neatly trimmed snatch, the hair a strait path about an inch wide leading your eyes to where your dick should go. My voice was husky as I said, "Turn around slowly."

In a pool of light in the gathering darkness, they both turned baring their asses to me. Brook had a plump ass that looked far firmer than I expected it to be, a firm cushion for doggy style, or anal. For a moment I thought about what it would look like to drive my cock up that cinnamon colored ass. Rae's ass on the other hand was about half the size of one of Brook's cheeks. It didn't look as comfortable for fucking, but one would be able to serve lunch on it.

I walked up and cupped an ass cheek in each hand, Brook with the left and Rae with the right. "You have been very good Brook, you win tonight."

I slapped Rae across the ass wrapping around to her inner thigh next to her crotch, and said, "You lost tonight, go home. Round two is tomorrow." Rae flashed me a look that I couldn't quite fathom and stepped off of the porch and walked home.

I turned to Alison and asked, "Do you want to stay or go?"

Alison looked unsure for a moment and then said, "I'll stay."

I nodded and turned back to Brook ordering, "Step inside the house two steps and stop."

I took Alison by the hand and stepped in, guiding her passed Brook and into the living room and sat on the couch with her. Our fingers intertwined and Alison asked, "What are you going to do to her?"

I looked at Alison and said, "Watch and see; or I can tell you about it in the morning."

She flashed a pretty smile and leaned back. "Bring it Sam." She said throatily.




Being Neighborly



She was new to the apartment complex. He had seen her move in, and noticed the small amount of furniture and boxes, wondering if it could be real that a woman might be a minimalist like himself. She was cute too. She had auburn chestnut hair that fell just below her shoulders and had a bouncy wave to it, and lightly tanned skin and a petite, yet full figure. She was probably just over 5 feet he guessed, having seen her next to others he knew in the complex, but her full c cup breasts and well cushioned ass accentuated the curve of her little waist even more. He'd imagined his hands wrapped around her waist, among her other parts several times in the few weeks she'd been there. She was a hot little number he'd like to tag for sure. He just had to figure out how to get the opportunity. 

As far as he could tell, her type was quite a bit different than him. Jake thought himself to be kind of unremarkable. He wasn't ugly or anything, but not terribly tall, just brown curly hair and regular brown eyes, and a little overweight. He dressed casually, but maintained his appearances. He tried to work with what he was, and felt he did ok, but was pretty certain he couldn't compete with the 6 foot, blond hair, blue eyed, built guy that had been coming and going for the last few days from her apartment.

He was daydreaming about the curves of her body some more from his balcony when the knock on his door startled him.

"Holy shit!" he whispered. To his amazement, it was her he saw standing in his door peephole.

He already had a semi from the daydreaming, but at the mere sight of her behind his door, he was fully erect. He adjusted himself the best he could and flattened out his shirt tail to obscure the bulge and opened the door. Since it was the end of a very warm summer, she was in a little strapless purple sun dress, the top obviously stretched to its limit, the bottom fluttering in the hot breeze, inching its way up her thigh. She gave it a quick grab to keep her goodies from being exposed.

"Hey" he said trying to sound cool and collected.

"Hi" she said shyly, "I'm Sabrina. I'm new here, only been a few weeks, and I -"

"I know, I'm Jake. Errr, I'm sorry, finish your sentence..." he said sheepishly.

"No it's ok. It's nice to meet you Jake. I've seen you around, and I noticed today while you were on your balcony that you have a nice big umbrella. And I was wondering where you got it. I haven't been able to find one anywhere around, and I like to have plenty of shade to read outside in the afternoons..."

She was still talking, but he hardly heard anything she said after it clicked that she said she noticed him on his balcony...what did that mean? She couldn't possibly really be interested in him, but the freaking umbrella came from Wal-Mart! Her eyes were a gorgeous shade of green, and they crinkled in the corners when she smiled, and that smile, oh just a little bit crooked, and it was just a little coy, like she was flirting...no...But... Ok, rationalizing this right now was not a good idea especially since she had stopped talking and was now waiting for an answer, except he had no idea what answers he was supposed to give...

"Uh Wal-Mart?" He kind of guessed at an answer, "B-but I got it at the end of last season...?" There was a confused look on her face.

*Craaaaaap...*



   "I'm sorry, what was your last question? I missed it."

"Oh, I was kind of asking if there were usually any parties or something going on over the weekend since it's a holiday. I'd like to get to meet people since I'm new...which you already knew...Um but yeah, maybe if you or someone, were going to have a thing...maybe I could crash...or something...maybe."

"O-oh, yeah. Me and my friends kind of get together a couple times a month. But, uh, we're just a bunch of guys...beer, belching, and tons of off color humor...you probably wouldn't be interested in all that. Not to mention video games...you know, 'cause sometimes it's necessary to shoot something..." she giggled, and he could swear she fluttered her eyelashes.

"Sounds like fun! So Saturday? Like 8ish?"

"Seriously?! Yeah sure. Bring your own drink; I've only got new ca-"

"New castle? One of my favorites! Should I bring a case?"

"Seriously?! Ok yeah. Oh and you can bring your boyfriend too if ya want, I'm sure you-"

"What boyfriend?" She asked perplexed..."Oh you mean Scott? He's my baby brother! My mom sent him over to help me paint and get set up. He comes over 'cause I let him play video games half the time while I do the work. He needs out of the house before he starts his next term."

*YES!* 

"Oh, well, ok. He can come too!" he was trying not to grin.

"Ok, see ya!" and she winked at him. He leaned ever so slightly out of the door...he hated to see her go, but he loved to watch her leave. Her ass had a certain sway under that little dress. Had to be a thong, there were no panty lines. Damn! She was hot!

Saturday came, and 8 o'clock took forever to come around. He was so focused on the clock and when or if she'd show, he couldn't hit the broad side of a barn in "blink" with his boys, who were bustin' his stones horribly. They were in the middle of another round of "you suck" when there was a knock at the door. He nearly knocked over the entire coffee table in his nervous rush. He got a grip as he walked to the door. Damn, wood again at the mere thought of her at his door... He opened the door, and there she was, hair in a messy ponytail, dangly earrings caressing her neck, button up silky blouse, with just 3 buttons keeping those beautiful perky breasts barely covered, and exposing her belly button. He was pretty sure her bra was the same shade of green as her eyes. Skinny jeans clinging to every gorgeous curve of her hips and thighs, and oh yeah, those were definitely "fuck me" heels if he had ever seen any!

"Am I dressed ok!" she asked, double checking and pulling her shirt closed, looking a little embarrassed.

"You look delicious" he mumbled. "I mean, yes, you look great, fine, great, perfect!" She looked relieved and he could see her breathe again. "Where's your little brother, um Scott, right?" 

"Oh, I'm a big girl, and he's my little brother...he doesn't need to know what his big sister does on her free tim,e" and she winked at him again as she floated past him through his door. He spun around to watch her ass, which looked even better in those heels and jeans. 

*Just when I thought wood couldn't get any harder* he thought to himself.

It was getting late and the boys were winding down into drunken slurs and passing out on the floor. She had brought her case of beer, and held her own, mostly, with the best of their foolishness and even started beating them at a couple of video games. The boys had practically polished off her case along with his, but he had barely polished off 3 beers, with the notion that if he landed her, he would need to be in peak condition.  It was likely just a daydream, but it was a good one that kept him with plenty of personal solitary inspiration in his down time. He excused himself for just a few moments, to pump up the "A" game and get ready to turn on the charm. He was just about to walk out of his room, when she poked her head around the door frame. 

"Watcha doin''" she said chattily, as she crossed the room towards him, stepping out of her heels.

"Oh ya know nothing really" he said, feeling his pulse starting to rise the closer she got. By the time she got in front of him, she was down to one button on her shirt. He could see her nipples poking through the lace of her green bra. She stood in front of him and began unbuttoning his shirt. He watched her, as she bit her lower lip, and peeked up at him.

"Is this ok" she whispered. 

"Way ok" he whispered back.

She gazed up at him, and he bent in slowly and kissed her softly, and she kissed back. He held her face and caressed her cheek, as she finished his buttons. He kissed her again, long and slow, then kissed her cheek, kissed her neck, kissed her chest. That one last button popped open with the quick twist of his fingers and he slid it off her shoulders and down to the floor, exposing her perfect breasts and the rest of her lightly tanned skin. His mouth traveled to her lace covered nipples. With each little flick, each little nibble, he could hear her breath become faster. His hands traveled down her shoulders, unhooking her bra, and then down her back. She slid out of her bra, and he leaned back to take her all in. Her hair fell just across her eyes and he slid it back behind her ear and kissed her again deeply. She let out a small sigh. 

*She's so mine* he thought to himself. 

Just then, her hands traveled down his shoulders, and chest, straight to his belt. She nibbled at his lip and tongue, sucking and licking 

*I bet she gives good head* is what he was thinking when he realized his pants and boxers were now at his ankles, and somehow, so were hers. Yep - little green thong to match the bra and her eyes... She kissed her way down his chest, taking care to cuddle in his chest hair a little, then down his stomach, and stopping just shy of cock, which was rock solid now. She spun around grabbing his hands and directing him all over her body, while she wriggled her ass against his rod. He kissed her nape of her neck while he lightly twisted her nipples between his fingers. She sighed a little louder. One hand slid down her side and over her hip, and then into her panties. She sighed even louder. Just as his finger grazed into what he found to be a small patch of hair, she spun around again, pushed him onto his bed and immediately took all of him into her mouth. She caressed the base and his balls while her mouth and tongue danced all over the head of his cock. He let out an "aaaaahhhh, yeah" and she worked harder, up and down, sucking more and more, her tongue wriggling around playing with the tip of him. He moaned louder, and she worked harder and faster and sucking harder and faster. 

*Good god she knows what she's doing* he thought. He started breathing harder, he grabbed a handful of her hair and she sucked even harder and faster. He was panting, almost there, and she stopped. He looked up just in time to see her slide her panties over her hips.

"I've been waiting for this since I moved in," she said and she was on top of him, sliding her hot wet pussy onto his hard cock. She slid every inch of him as far as she could take him and moaned. She started rocking ever so slightly back and forth, he could feel her pussy flexing ever so slightly around his cock. She leaned down and flicked his lips with her tongue, her breasts brushing against his chest. His hands slid down her sides and grabbed her ass and squeezed, she moaned again. She started a slow up and down motion, squeezing as she took him in each time. He buried his face in her breasts, sucking and licking her nipples. She moaned louder each time and began to bounce faster and harder. He watched her as she bounced on top of him, her breasts in rhythm with each pound she took in. He could tell she was getting close by her panting and there was no way he was going to let her go now. He sat up swiftly and wrapped his arm around her. In one swift motion he scooped her off him and onto the bed on her stomach. She squeaked and giggled, but there was no protest.  

Her ass was now in the air, taunting him, inviting him...her pussy wet and pink from the pounding it had already taken. He gave her cheek a quick smack and she yipped, but still no protest. He gave it a bite, and still no protest. He drew his body up behind her, his cock rubbing her from her clit to her back door, spreading her juices. His thumb teasing her rim ever so gently. She moaned some more. He opted to not go there just yet, although he was dying to fuck her luscious round ass. He was about to enter her swollen hole again when he heard "Go for it, fuck my ass baby."

He immediately followed her instruction. She had a tight ass and he slid fast into her, pounding hard. She groaned with thrust after thrust, taking him in deeper and deeper. He pulled her by the hips harder and faster onto him each time until he could hardly take it any longer. Her body tightened and she gasped one last time and he knew she was cumming. At that very moment she tightened in a hard orgasm around his cock he let it go and popped hard in her hot ass.

They fell into a panting, sweaty heap.

"Damn! I've been waiting weeks for that!" he said.

She swatted at him.

   "What took you so long?! Like I didn't know they sold umbrellas in Wal-Mart!"



Being Neighborly



The two men in the garage of the split level home in Colonie, a suburb of the capital of New York State, could not have been more different in most ways, and it wasn't the wide disparity in ages that set them apart.

The young man, Mark Willett, was a twenty year old college sophomore who played on the school's lacrosse team, and was a muscular lad who packed close to 200 pounds on his six foot frame. His hair was thick, jet black and long enough to wear in a ponytail.

The older man, Alan Murray was closer to seventy than 60, and while he too had been an athlete in his youth those days were long gone. Alan Murray's hair was now a thinning silver grey, and while his physique had once been impressive as well, with the passing of years it had been reduced to a pale frailness and while he was still trim he now looked the part of the typical little old man perfectly.

Mr. Murray, as Mark always called him, had begun to ask the young man to come over to do various odd jobs on the pretense that the student could use money for college, but if the truth would be known he longed for the company more than anything.

Mark, on the other hand, said he was glad to do the tasks without compensation, having grown quite fond of the aging widower over the years but the retired man insisted he take the money because he had plenty. More money than tasks to do, and recently the old man had taken to inventing things that needed to be done just to have the lad over.

And when you come over looking like this, the old-timer mused as he held the step ladder and his young helper's hip while Mark reached high to arrange things in the space above the garage false ceiling, I feel more and more like the perverted old coot praying on young people. 20 after all was still very young to him.

Wearing a tank top and rather skimpy shorts because of the warm weather, the bronzed and muscular lad's attire left little to the imagination and that was saying something considering that one of the things that still worked well for Alan Murray was his imagination.

The shorts, for example, left little to guess at because not only did they reveal much of Mark's muscular thighs, they were snug enough to show a very healthy bulge in front. The old man had noticed the bulge before but it seemed more prominent today than ever, threatening to snake out of the shorts as it wound down the inside of his thigh.

Mark's a big boy, Alan thought as he fantasized about reaching into the leg of the shorts and pulling what he suspected to be a whopper, not only seeming to be quite long but rather thick as well. Alan had savored a couple of lads since his wife's passing had left him single again, but while they were nice boys neither was particularly well hung which was always Alan's preference.

Not only was the Mark muscular and seemingly well-hung, he was also a hairy fellow. Not only were his sinewy legs furry, where the down on his robust thighs became much thicker on his calves, but it looked like young Mark was getting a healthy growth of hair on his chest from what the tank-top revealed.

Bushy armpits too, Alan Murray noticed as his hand squeezed Mark's hip lightly while he leaned closer to inhale the lad's manly aroma. As the old man watched a tiny drop of sweat trickled down from the black jungle he was tempted to lean even closer and catch the drop with his tongue to see if it tasted as sweet as the boy looked.

The elderly man hated himself at times like this, thinking these thoughts about a kid who he had watched grow up. The image of little Mark pedaling his bike or delivering papers being replaced by him staring at the bulge in the lad's shorts was not very wholesome but he couldn't help himself.

After all, Alan reasoned as the bulge got even closer to the hem of the shorts, he's not a kid and if that "friend" of Mark's that used to stop over was any indication, Mark was not adverse to attention from the same sex. The elderly man had, during his frequent looking across the street, caught a few subtle pats and other gestures between the two which led him to believe that maybe young Mark was at the very least open-minded.

The man visiting Mark hadn't been a withering senior citizen but was a gentleman at least twice Mark's own age, and while Mark was exceptionally friendly and kind to Alan, there was nothing to indicate he would take kindly to the advances of an old man like him even if Mark had said more than once that Mr. Murray reminded him of his grandfather.

So Alan Murray stood there, his heart pounding while looking up at the neighbor and fighting a losing battle in attempting to avoid looking at the ever growing bulge in those shorts, knowing that the minute the lad left he would take care of his lust in the way he had become used to doing.

***

On the ladder, Mark Willett was having trouble multitasking, and it wasn't because the job was difficult but because of the distractions that went along with the task.

Not only was the hand on his hip having an effect, but the way that the grandfatherly old fellow was looking at his crotch was making the bulge get more and more noticeable with each passing minute.

Mark had sensed the old fellow's interest in him in the past, but he thought that it might have been mostly his imagination because he had known the man for years and he had never so much as made an off-putting comment, let alone staring at the crotch, but there was no mistaking where his eyes went.

That was why Mark wore the shorts over there, because he had outgrown them and were not something he would even where anywhere in public, except perhaps for Provincetown. Mark thought that combined with the skimpy shorts, his not wearing underwear would confirm his suspicions. Either that or he would get a rebuke from the senior for dressing so inappropriately. 

No criticisms were made however and judging by the way Mr. Murray was looking at him none were forthcoming either. Was there something stirring in those baggy trousers of his even at his advanced age, Mark wondered as he paused to wipe the sweat from his brow while contemplating his next move.

For years Mark had primarily been attracted to older gentleman, but none had been quite as old as Mr. Murray although his grandfather had been close. Was it the fact that Mr. Murray resembled his late grandfather that attracted him to the senior? Even now that he was long gone Mark still worshiped the memory of his Grandpa who had taught him so much and now he was beginning to realize that he would have to make the first move.

"You okay up there Markie?" Mr. Murray said, inadvertently calling the lad by the same moniker his late grandfather had.

"Yeah Mr. Murray," Mark replied as he looked down and contorted his shoulders a second before reaching back up. "This kinda gets to your shoulders after a while though."

"Plus it's so stifling in here," Alan added as he watched the sweat rolled down into the armholes of Mark's tank-top, but then his eyes went down and he saw it.

The boy's movement had somehow inched the shorts up a bit. Either that or his penis was getting longer because the very tip of his organ was peeking out. Not very much but enough for the old man to see the beige tip and to determine that Mark was either circumcised or the foreskin had peeled back a bit. Either way, there was no denying that the lad was well endowed.

"Uh - you can take a break if you would like," Alan mumbled as he started to sweat more than his worker, his gaze focused on the opening on the tip of the glans of the lad's monster.

"No - as a matter of fact I'm almost done - just have to get this last slat moved over."

More straining and contorting followed, and Alan was afraid that either he was going to pass out or become unable to control himself and find himself reaching over and grabbing that fat plum.

"You know, that offer still stands," Alan reminded him, referring to the suggestion he had made the last time the boy was there, something of a tip for his hard work. "I'd be happy to give you a rubdown."

"You know, I think I'll take you up on that," Mark replied as he looked down at saw the shock on the old fellow's face because while the offer had been made Mark had declined because he was nervous about all the ramifications involved.

"Really?" Mr. Murray responded.

"Sure, you were a trainer for State for how many years?" Mark asked.

"37," Alan answered, wistfully recalling his volunteer work for the school, a job that was clearly a labor of love because he got to work on so many fit young men, although he had always kept it professional despite the temptations.

"I'm sure you still have the touch Mr. Murray," Mark said as he climbed down the ladder. "Would you mind if I took a shower first? Just to rinse the sweat off of me?"

"Why - uh - sure," Alan said as they went into the house itself. "Uh - you know the way. I'll gather the things I need. Been a while."

Alan watched the lad pad into the bathroom, not quite closing the door as the senior went to the bedroom to dig out the lotion he would need. He wondered whether he should change clothes, because he would look silly rubbing down a near naked man like this, and if he had more nerve and confidence in what his naked body would look like to a young buck like Mark he would do it naked.

"Mr. Murray? Is there a towel I can use?"

Mark's voice woke him out of his daydreaming, and before the old man jerked his head away awkwardly to avoid the appearance he was staring, he got an eyeful of his young neighbor naked and unashamed.

Alan went to the hall closet and pulled out the nicest towel he could find and handed it to Mark while looking over his shoulder, and after Mark had taken it and gone back into the bathroom the senior citizen closed the closet door an rested his head against the wood.

"You're beautiful," Alan Murray whispered to himself as he tried to get his heart to beat normally again, and he knew that the brief glance at Mark's magnificent body was etched into his mind forever.

"Circumcised too," he added as he retreated into the bedroom and changed into a pair of light grey sweats and t-shirt.

Alan idly grabbed his flaccid penis and stretched it out a couple of times before pulling the sweats on, with that brief look at Mark's considerable endowment making it clear to the elder than there was no way he could be naked in the same room as that Adonis because he would look absurd in every way.

The shower went on and then off soon after, and Alan tried to be nonchalant as he busied with things on the dresser when Mark came into the bedroom, the towel sort of in front of him.

"Climb on the bed Markie," Mr. Murray said. "I'm afraid that I don't have a massage table anymore."

"That's okay," Mark replied. "I never got on one but they look easy to fall off of and I'm kind of a klutz."

"So you've never had a massage before?" Alan asked as he turned around just as Mark was getting onto the stomach over the towels Alan had set down. 

"No sir."

"Well, hopefully this will be something you enjoy," Alan Murray said, biting his tongue as he looked as the gorgeous boy laying there face with his arms and legs akimbo, fighting the urge to add that he knew that at the very least he would enjoy it.

***

"I see you changed your clothes," Mark commented as Alan shook the bottle of lotion before struggling to get the stuck cap free. "I was kind of hoping that you would be naked too. Make me feel less self-conscious."

"I can't think of a fellow with less need to be self-conscious than you Markie. As for me?" Alan said with a chuckle. "No, you wouldn't want to see me naked."

"Don't be so sure," Mark said while looking back over his shoulder briefly to see the old man's reaction to that before putting his face back onto the pillow. "I hope I look half as good as you when I'm your age. My grandpa was like that - still in good shape especially compared to his contemporaries."

"This might be cool on you," Alan warned as his lotion coated hands took Mark's foot and rubbed it while looking up at the young man's backside.

"Feels great already," Mark sighed.

"I'm glad," the elder said as he worked in the lotion, his eyes going up and the backs of Mark's thighs where the still damp hair sparkled, and then up further where the tan ended and his gorgeous pale butt began.

Mark's ass cheeks were as pale as the old man's whole body, and with the lad's legs spread out a little it looked as if hair grew up from beneath his balls and up to his anus.

What would you do, the senior mused to himself, if I crawled up behind you and spread those wonderful thighs a little further before burying my face in that crevice to let my tongue find out whether that darkness was shadow or fur.

Hair was fine by him because as his weathered fingers danced up the backs of Mark's calves the crinkly hairs felt nice against his skin. He forced himself to concentrate on the massage, and as he worked up Mark's body he sort of straddled Mark's thigh as he did.

He had avoided the sweet ass for the most part and soon he was up to the base of Mark's spine, kneading the flesh with some pressure. The old man looked at the front of his sweats and was glad Mark couldn't see because his cock was pretty hard and poking straight out into the sweats.

Mark's upper back and the shoulders were all that was left and Alan was glad that he had saved some lotion because Mark really started enjoying his kneading of the sore muscles back there. Greased with lotion, Mark's ripped back and biceps were so pronounced that the elder was getting light-headed.

"Oh, this is so great!" Mark groaned. "I could lay here like this all day. "Are you getting tired?"

"No," Alan said, but just then Mark turned a bit and when he looked back and saw his neighbor's reddened face he looked concerned.

"Are you sure?" Mark asked, and even though the senior assured the lad he was fine the boy asked, "Really? You look all sweaty."

"Stuffy in here," Alan lied, not wanting to ever stop rubbing Mark's shoulders.

"Sorry," Alan said after he felt Mark's body shake when his hands dipped underneath and let his fingers knead the lad's armpits.

"No, it's great - feels really nice," Mark said. "It just startled me."

"Okay," Alan replied as he kept squeezing the outsides of the lad's arms while taking care not to pull at the bushy hair while probing the skin below.

"Uh - Mr. Murray?" Mark asked, and after Alan replied the boy said, "I never had a massage before, and it's really great but I was wondering. Do you do the front too?"

"Uh - that depends," Alan said, because while he wasn't planning on being allowed to go any farther he certainly wasn't adverse to it. "A lot of people are modest about that, although you obviously have nothing to be shy about."

"No, it isn't that Mr. Murray," the lad said, "It's just that - this is embarrassing."

With that Mark lowered his voice, as if there was somebody within earshot, and after he told the senior the problem Alan assured him that was nothing to be ashamed of.

"It happens. It's happened to me when I've had massages," Alan said. "I always thought it was because the man working on me was good at what he did. Being aroused - heck - I guess it's a compliment."

"Oh, this has been fantastic," Mark said, and as the older man got off the bed and prepared to hide the tent in his sweats while getting himself together, the lad started to turn over but stopped.

"One thing though," Mark said as he rested on his elbow. "Take your clothes off."

"What?" Alan replied, stunned when he heard what the lad said. "I can't..."

"I feel really weird here naked while you're dressed," Mark explained. "Self conscious. I know it would help me enjoy it a lot more."

"Please?" Mark said, almost pleading as the older man hesitated.

Alan took a deep breath, and although he was as scared as he had been when he was a kid himself he pulled the soggy t-shirt over his head. The one problem the senior had been worried about - his erection - was no longer an issue because it had shriveled up at the thought of disrobing in front of Mark.

In fact Alan wanted to give his limp dick a tug or two to make it a little more impressive because it felt like it was trying to disappear in fright. As Alan lowered his sweats he saw that it looked as bad as he had feared, a wrinkled skinny tube hanging in front of his low hanging scrotum.

Mark made no comment but did give the senior a little smile before rolling onto this back and looked lovingly at the beige cocoon-like dick with a foreskin so long it completely hid the glans of the old man's cock.

"Running low on lotion," Alan said, his voice trailing off as Mark rolled onto his back and linked his hands behind his neck because he was now seeing the lad's fully engorged cock.

When Mark rolled over his cock slapped down onto his stomach and made a audible sound when it did. The senior had seen pictures of well endowed men and in his time had experienced a couple of blessed men, but few had anything like Mark's penis.

The undercarriage of the boy's cock was almost frightening because of the thickness of the stump and the sinewy flesh that strained from the base. The thickness tapered off, thankfully Alan noted, but it was still thicker than the norm and it hypnotized the elder so much than he hadn't even noticed the lad was talking to him.

"Sorry?" Alan mumbled, aware than the boy had noticed him staring and did not seem perturbed in the least.

"I said that it would be great if you used what you have left on my shoulders because that felt really good and they're sore," Mark explained.

"Okay," Alan sighed, and as he tried to reach over he realized that was going to be tough.

"Why don't you do it like you did my back before?" Mark suggested. "You know, climbing on the bed and sort of straddling me?"

"Gee," Alan mumbled. "That might be rather..."

"Intimate?" Mark added in trying to finish the elder's sentence, and after Alan shrugged and nodded the lad continued. "This is rather intimate as it is anyway, don't you think? Besides, I can only speak for myself when I say I know I wouldn't mind."

Alan Murray was frozen in place, the meaning of what the lad was saying couldn't have been more clear but although this was what the senior citizen wanted all along whatever reason he couldn't move.

"I can help you up if you want," Mark said.

"No," Alan said, taking a deep breath before finally moving onto the bed and as he lifted one leg over Mark's hip he tried to avoid making physical contact but that was obviously impossible.

"There," Mark sighed as he looked up at his neighbor. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this moment."

"You?" Alan croaked as he leaned forward to rub the lad's chest.

"Feel it?" Mark sighed. "Your balls - the way they're rubbing on the underside of my cock as you move?"

"Yes," Alan gasped as he watched drops of his sweat drop from his forehead onto the naked student.

"It's like they're stroking my cock - pinning it against my stomach - and the lotion is making it even nicer."

"Yes," Alan replied, his own cock stiffening once again as he ground his meaty nuts harder onto Mark's arching tool, and when he glanced down at their stuff dueling he added, "You're dripping."

"Really excited," Mark said as the old man's fingers kneaded his furry chest.

"Can't believe how big you are," Alan said as he shifted his hips so that his rigid dick scraped against Mark's huge manhood, and although the senior citizen certainly had nothing to be ashamed of his slender 7" cock paled next to the young man's monster. 

"Can't hold it much longer - gonna cum," Mark choked, his face contorted, and as Alan looked down he was just in time to watch the ropes of cum spurt onto the lad's stomach and chest, and after the boy stopped cumming the old man eased his entire body down onto him.




Being Neighborly



"Feels so nice," Alan almost sobbed as their bodies, slick with lotion and sweat and cum, slid together so sweetly that the senior thought he could cum himself just rubbing against the furry teen but Mark had another idea.

"I want to suck your cock," Mark whispered into the old man's ear. "You were the first man I ever saw naked - peeked in the window one night when you were about to make love to Mrs. Murray - and even since then I've dreaming about tasting your cock."

Gracefully Mark managed to roll the senior off of him and onto his back, and then he swooped down, lifting the sleek rod to his mouth and sliding his lips down nearly the entire length of the uncut tool while his fist churned the over-sized ball sac.

"Too rough?" Mark asked as he lifted his mouth up to the tip and after Alan assured him that wasn't possible his mouth slid back down to where the silver curls tickled his nose, the younger man looking up through the grey bush to Alan who was clearly enjoying this.

Up and down the young man's mouth went, deep throating the entire slender spear while his hand kneaded the old man's balls, and after a few minutes of this Mark raised his head.

"Either you have excellent control or I'm not doing this well," Mark suggested, his hand sliding up and down the saliva-soaked prong.

"No, you're amazing," Alan said, he voice catching as he spoke. "I just don't want this to ever end, and when I cum I want to cum like you did."

"Really?" Mark said excitedly as he raised himself up and started to straddle the old man. "Omigod, I love frottage - don't want to hurt you. Is this okay?"

"More than good," Alan said, barely feeling the weight of the Adonis as he straddled his hips, Mark's semi-turgid manhood hanging down over his dick.

"How's this?" Mark asked as his greased hand pressed his cock against Alan's rigid pole and slowly started to rock while his fist stroked as best he could.

"Amazing," Alan croaked as he looked down at their cocks grinding together courtesy of the lad's fist, shaking his head when he saw than despite having cum just before Mark's monster was slowly coming back to life. "It might look even better than it feels too, although that's impossible."

"I can feel your cock throbbing - you're so hard," Mark said as he fought to keep a grip on the two greased organs. 

"There's a whole lot of meat there for one person to handle," Alan said. "Mostly thanks to you and that incredible weapon of yours. Can I help?"

"Oh yeah!" Mark crowed as the old man's weathered hand joined his fist, and now the two

men were squeezing as one and the crushing sensation was intoxicating to both of them. "Feel our nuts rubbing?"

"Yes," Alan gasped, he was feeling everything and it all felt great. 

As if Mark's pulsating cock against his own and their balls grinding together wasn't enough for Alan, seeing the muscular hairy lad's body dripping with sweat in front of him was also amazingly erotic to the old man.

"You're going to cum, aren't you Mr. Murray?" Mark asked, sensing as he watched the senior's head rocking from side to side as he seemed to be resisting what was inevitable.

Alan Murray's response was something unrecognizable, and Mark squeezed harder and worked their hands faster.

"Cum for me Mr. Murray," Mark said excitedly. "Empty those big balls of yours all over us. You know you want to - I want to see it."

Letting out what sounded like an anguished cry, the senior's body squirmed as his orgasm roared through his loins. The boy riding him was cackling with glee when after the old man's cock spat out a little seed, ropes of cum flew out of his arching prong, landing all over his pale chest and even up to his collarbone before Alan finally went limp.

"I never," Alan Murray said, shaking his head as he struggled for words.

"You came so hard," Mark said as the senior's dick withered so it was impossible to hold onto. "I almost came from watching you."

"I wish you had," Alan said as he stared down at the eye of Mark's crimson glans. "I want you to cum again. Here."

"That's it," Alan said as he pulled Mark down onto him. 'And no, you aren't crushing me either. You feel so good against me."

"Oh man," Mark sighed as he humped against the old man, his rigid cock savaging Mr. Murray's flaccid tube as he suspended his upper torso up a bit with his arms and let their stuff duel naturally. "Not going to last long like this."

Alan Murray nodded, his hands going up to massage Mark's chest, his fingers raking though the soggy fur and the muscles beneath it before tweaking the boy's nipples.

There was a time, Alan mused as he looked at Mark's face and neck straining while his muscles bulged, when he would have rolled over and had the lad take him anally, but those were safer times and besides he doubted that he could handle anything the size of Mark even in his youth.

"Cumming" Mark cried out, and Alan savored the feel of the boy's hot seed spurting onto him while his hands went up to Mark's sides to support him, his thumbs gently stroking the soggy tufts of hair under the lad's arms until Mark finally stopped cumming. 

"We're a mess," Mark said as he hung over the old man, his sweat falling like rain on the senior's pale body.

"A wonderful mess," Alan agreed while Mark lowered down softly to the old man's side and they embraced.

"You know I played this day out in my mind a hundred times," Mark mused aloud. "All different scenarios, but none of them were like this. We just feel so good together."

"Agreed," Alan said as he lowered his face against the lad's neck.

"And it was even better than I hoped it would be," Mark added as the two savored the feel of their fluids and bodies.

Alan just sighed, the contentment expressed in his embrace of the muscular young man, and it was a long time before the hug ended.

"I hope you find time to come over again before you leave for college," Alan said as Mark prepared to leave. "I promise not to put you to work though. Just to talk."

"Oh, we can talk too," Mark said with an impish grin. "I can think of a lot of other things than need attention around here."

Alan smiled as the lad embraced him but then gasped when Mark's hands cupped his buttocks, and the young man smiled when he saw the reaction when his finger slipped between the senior's buttocks and probed gently.

"What do you think?" Mark said as the old man's mouth opened while he practically lifted the little fellow up with little effort. "You've got such a cute little butt, and it's still firm too."

"Don't know," Alan wheezed as the boy's finger probed deeply but softly while treating his frail body like he was a child. "I think you would be too much man for me to handle."

"Takes a real man to handle a real man," Mark suggested as he slowly retracted his digit and set Alan Murray down. "I think you fit the bill, but you think about it, okay?"

"I will," Alan replied, and then Mark was gone, leaving a lot behind besides his sweat and cum which was all over the drenched bedding.

The senior citizen looked at the bed, trying to picture himself on all fours while Mark moved behind him with that throbbing monster in his fist.

"Couldn't do it," Alan Murray said aloud as he pulled the sheets off, although the thought would give him something to fantasize about until the lad returned.

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