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My Naughty Neighbors Ch. 1

By: christo



When I graduated from college I landed a pretty good job with the company I'd interned with the last three summers. I needed a place to live, and one of my new co-workers recommended an condominium complex not far from town. The real estate manager, a dapper, coiffed woman named Susan, showed me around, and while I liked the unit she showed me, it was just too big for a single guy like me. 

"And it's a bit out of my price range," I admitted. 

"Well," she said, "We do have some small apartments under the big double-sized units. For rent, not to buy. They're under the big double units," she pointed to the large, wide, two-story condos that anchored each corner of the complex. "We only have one available, the other apartment is used as our sales office."

"Well, let's have a look," I said dubiously. I didn't really want to rent, but Mom raised me to always be polite, so I followed her to the apartment.

It was nice. Very nice. Good sized kitchen, big living room, a bedroom with a nice master bathroom and another room that I could turn into a really nice office. As we walked out the door I said, "I hate to sound crass, but how much is it per month?"

She closed the door and quoted the price. I winced. Not as much as I'd planned on spending for a mortgage, but definitely more than I wanted to blow on rent. I was just about to thank her for her patience when I heard heavy, HEAVY, footsteps clumping down the stairs to the tiny courtyard that fronted the building.

The man who made those thunderous footfalls was about the biggest goddam human being I'd ever encountered. I'd say he was about 50 years old, stood more than six-and-a-half-feet tall, and weighed like about 300 pounds, none of it looked like fat. He wore a white T-shirt and jeans and I could see the tattoos that covered his arm and chest. This behemoth was going to be my neighbor? That made up my mind for sure.

"Hey, Susan," the giant boomed. "How's it going?"

I thought she would cringe in fear, but she said, "Great, Buddy. I was just showing this young man the apartment under your house."

He gave me a look that made me take a step back. "You noisy?"

"Um, well, I haven't decided to..."

"I don't mind noisy, sometimes," he said, "just so long as it isn't that goddam rap music. You listen to rap?"

"Um, well, no, I don't listen to rap all that often, but I don't think I'll be moving..."

"Unless it's older stuff, Public Enemy, that's cool. None of that Eminem shit. You into Eminem?" 

It was like a job interview in hell. "No, I don't, but I really don't think I'm going to be taking this..."

There were more footsteps coming down the stairs, light, quick, bouncy steps. The giant said, "C'mon, honey! We're gonna be late!"

The woman who appeared from around the corner was, without a doubt, the sexiest, hottest, most fantabulous-looking female I have ever seen. She was maybe 40 years old and was so relentlessly gorgeous that I forgot about the huge man glowering at me. She was maybe a foot shorter than her husband, and had rich honey-blonde hair and dark brown eyes that fixed on me with delight. Her body was luscious and ripe, her full breasts just a bit too big for her slender frame, her sprayed-on jeans showing two half-moon shadows from the curve of her tight, magnificent ass.

"And who are you?" she said, her glittering smile alone giving me a stage-3 erection.

Her huge husband said, "Susan was showing him the downstairs apartment." 

"Are you our new neighbor?" she exclaimed, those brown eyes making me go gooey inside. She touched the inside of my wrist with her fingertips, and I shifted quickly to stage-4.

Susan said, "Well, he said..."

"...I said I can't wait to move in!" It was an impulse, it was stupid, but the idea of living so close to a woman so exquisite overwhelmed my rational mind. 

"Really?" Susan asked, incredulous.

"Really?" the goddess squealed.

"Really!" I said.

"OK, fine, he's really moving in," the giant rumbled. "Two seconds ago he wasn't sure, now he's moving in. What do you think changed his mind?" He answered his own question by pinching his wife's bottom, and she squealed with delight.

"Oh, that's ridiculous!" she said, and then abruptly wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me. Welcome to stage-5. "I'm sure we'll become the best of friends."

"I'd like that," I said.

"Yeah, I bet you would," the huge man grumbled. It was weird, he obviously knew that I was enormously turned on by his wife, and that she was blatantly flirting with me, but it didn't bother him. Then again, what did a man like THAT have to fear from little 'ol me?

He extended a huge, calloused hand. "I'm Buddy," he said. "This is my wife, Cindy."

I shook his hand and said, "Nice to meet you, my name's Nick." I shook Cindy's hand and she leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. She said, "It's nice to meet you, Nicky! We'll have so much fun together!"

"Maybe later," Buddy said, taking her hand. "We're late, let's go." He steered her to the parking lot and said, "You need help moving in, just let me know." They turned the corner, and just like that they were gone.

"Well," Susan said with a chipper smile, "I guess we have some papers to sign!"

With Cindy gone, my brain resumed normal functioning. Did I really want to spend all this money on an apartment? Did I really want to live below a beast like Buddy, below a force of nature like Cindy?

What I finally decided was, hey, what the hell? If I didn't, I'd regret it the rest of my life. So I ignored the logical part of my brain and answered with my heart. Or, perhaps, another vital organ. 

"Show me some dotted lines," I said, and followed her to the sales office.

*****

Buddy took an immediate liking to me, thank the gods. He had two sons older than me from a previous marriage who lived out of state, and he took a fatherly interest in me. Well, not exactly fatherly. He liked taking me out with his buddies to the local bar and getting me loaded with the rest of the crew from the welding company he owned, and I think they all liked seeing a white-collar technical writer like me arm-wrestling guys who could eat me whole in three bites. He was a fabulous guy.

And Cindy...Cindy was more woman than even Buddy could handle. She and Buddy had been married for five years, the second marriage for both. She didn't have kids of her own and she absolutely doted on me. But like Buddy, she was not exactly a maternal presence. She was constantly flirting with me, introducing me to girls when we would go out, asking the morning after if I'd gotten lucky. They were both far more adventurous and party-hearty than me, and they wanted to get me out in the world more, corrupt me a little bit, get some swagger in my step. 

They were definitely not your typical middle-aged couple. A short staircase led up from my landing to their house. One night, coming home from a late night at the office, I heard a strange, WHUMP WHUMP coming from upstairs. It sounded like someone was banging against their door. I tiptoed upstairs, wondering if it could be a burglar, trying to pick a lock. I peered around the corner...

And saw Buddy, his jeans down around his ankles, and Cindy, on her knees, hands wrapped around his shaft, furiously sucking at the tip of his cock. It was an mesmerizing sight, Buddy enormously erect, his cock a huge white tusk, and Cindy, her blonde hair swirling about her face, actually slamming Buddy against the door with the fury of her fellating. His hips shivered and his breath came in sighs of pleasure, and the wet sounds of her mouth on him gave me the all-over shivers. It was a scene out of my wildest fantasies. I felt faint, and my cock, while not as girthy as Buddy's, was just as hard. 

He moaned. "Yeaaah," was all he said, and then Cindy raised her eyes to his and she let him slip from her mouth. She stroked him with her gorgeous hands, her long red nails tickling his balls, and her tongue swabbed his glans. 

"I love you, baby," she moaned, looking up at him. "I love you so much."

His hips thrust frantically. "You ready for it?" he panted.

She licked his tip and said, "Mmm-hmm!" She put him back in her mouth for several more long, slick strokes before releasing him again and groaning, "Come, baby!"

She pumped his cock with her hand, tickled his balls with her long red nails, and his head slowly lolled back and he erupted, thick, creamy white streams over her entire face. She stuffed the big plum back in her mouth and sucked and sucked and sucked, and Buddy groaned and twisted and writhed in her merciless grip.

Cindy held him in her mouth for a minute after Buddy 's seizure ended, then let him go. Neither looked over at me, but Buddy said, "Show's over, Nick." I jumped about six inches, and Cindy turned and said, "You dirty little boy." The way she smiled at me weakened my knees and stiffened other parts. I mumbled, "Uh, I heard a noise, uh, sorry," and I stumbled back to my apartment, to take care of some unfinished business, by myself.

They put on shows like that all the time, on purpose or not I couldn't say. I woke up at 6 every morning to log on and get my overnight e-mail. I'd be sitting in bed with my laptop when, like a rooster crowing, I'd hear Buddy's voice coming through the window about my head. The whole building was air-conditioned but Buddy liked fresh air so they kept their bedroom window open. If I opened my window a crack I could hear every word, and hear other sounds through the ceiling. Knowing what I might hear, I kept that window cracked. 

Here's a sample of what I would hear, early in the morning:

Buddy: "Aw, come on, it's too early for this." 

Cindy: "Oh, please, baby, I want it." 

Buddy: "Go back to sleep."

Cindy: "You go back to sleep. Just let me do this." A pause. The bed, squeaking. The faint sounds of lips, wet lips, sucking on something.

And then, Buddy: "Oh, fuck, baby, that feels good. Fuck."

That was a typical opening. Sometimes Cindy would sit on Buddy's face and demand his tongue, and when he acquiesced I got to hear that unimaginably sexy woman groaning and moaning and screaming his name, screaming for Buddy for lick her, lick her PUSSY, LICK IT!

By now, of course, my dick would be in my hand and I'd be working it pretty good. But I always waited. Eventually Buddy would grunt like a grizzly tearing open a beehive and that meant it was time to fuck that hot, silken sheath between her legs. I couldn't even fathom what their lovemaking was like. He groaned and she squealed and the bed squeaked in a rhythm like a machine gun rattling off. 

It was insane. Every morning this happened, and maybe three or four nights a week. It was almost always Cindy who started things, too. I would come all over my hand and stomach and smile at the ceiling and whisper, "Buddy, you are the luckiest bastard in the world." 

She was a great lady. She was friendly with everyone, and when she flirted with some fortunate soul you could see the guy light up like a Christmas tree. It was obvious that she was crazy about her man, but whenever she turned the charm she could overwhelm the most hardened heart. She loved to touch, loved to put her soft hands on you, loved to whisper in your ear, so you could feel her warm breath on your skin. She knew the power she had over men, and she loved to use it.

I know that for damn sure, because of the many times she gave me her full, undiluted treatment. One Friday night Buddy came pounding on my door to take me to the bar, and I begged off. He was about to grab me by the scruff of the neck and drag me out until he saw the look in my eyes. 

"What's fucking wrong?" 

I shrugged my shoulders. "You know that girl I've been dating on and off?"

"Yeah, that little redhead piece of ass."

"Julie. Her name's Julie."

"I beg your pardon. Julie."

"Well, it's off for good."

He shrugged. "The horse throws you, you get right back on. We'll go out, find you some girl, get you laid. Piece of cake."

"Thanks, I appreciate that, but I think I'll just stay in."

He shook his head. "Yeah, stay home and mope, that's fucking productive." But he left me be.

About 20 minutes later there was a softer knock at my door. I opened it and there was Cindy. She'd gotten home later than Buddy and she wanted me to escort her to the bar. I can't tell you how sexy she looked. She was in her usual outfit for our local bar trips, snug blue jeans and a form-fitting turtleneck that displayed her big, soft breasts to their best advantage. I immediately thickened in my pants as I asked how she was.

"Oh Nicky, that isn't important. Buddy told me on the phone what happened. How are you?" she asked.

I told her my sorry tale, and when I finished she put her arms around my neck and pulled my head to her shoulder. Her fingers, with their long, sexy nails, ran gently through my hair Her lips were next to my ear and she whispered, "Sweetheart, any girl who wouldn't want to be with you isn't worth worrying about."

I started to say thanks, but she continued, "You know, there are times when I want to kiss you so bad that I can't take it."

That floored me. I pulled my head back and said, "There are? You do?"

Those brown eyes fixed me like a bird of prey and she nodded. I was staring at her warm lips, lipsticked dark red for the night out, and I found I couldn't swallow. She said, "You are so adorable, and such a good friend, and I just wish I could give you a big kiss."

"You can, you know," I said helpfully. "Nothing wrong with a friendly kiss. You and Buddy have been such great friends."

"It wouldn't be a friendly kiss," she said.

"No?"

"No," she sighed. "You would make me want to kiss you more, and I can't do that."

"I guess not."

Her eyes were still locked on mine. "I mean, if I kissed you, I would get so excited! Wouldn't you?"

Oh, God. "Probably." Probably? "Yeah, I think I would."

She closed her eyes and leaned forward until her lips were nearly brushing my ear. "If I kissed you I would want to go to bed with you so bad!"

The room was spinning wildly. "You would?" I squeaked.

"I'd have to. Because I've had a crush our you for so long...you're just so adorable."

"You have a crush on me?" I squeaked.

She nodded and nibbled my earlobe. "So I have to be careful around you, because I might lose myself and do something crazy. Can you understand that?"

"I guess so."

She crawled into my lap, until she was straddling me, her lips still by my ear. "And we can't do that. I would never do anything behind Buddy's back. I love him too much."

I nodded, since speech was beyond me right now. I thought I might faint. "Honey, are you all right?"

"Sure," I squeaked.

She kissed my earlobe again. "You're upset, aren't you? Don't worry, I won't tell Buddy about my crush on you!"

"Oh, uh, that, good."

"Or that you have a little crush on me."

I made a kind of gurgling sound, and she smiled and kissed me on the cheek. "A woman can tell when a man likes her. And I think you like me."

I worship the ground she walks on, I fantasize about her every time I jerk off, I think up scenarios where I can get rid of Buddy and marry Cindy, and she can tell that I LIKE her? "I like you a lot. And I like Buddy too."

"So we'll keep this our little secret, OK?"

"Ohhh-kaaay," I burbled. She kissed my cheek, and then my other cheek, and then she kissed me on the lips. A quick, soft kiss, and I about dissolved in a puddle on the floor.

"Come on, go with me, I don't want to walk in there by myself. Please, honey?"

"Sure. Thanks, Cindy."

She shifted in my lap, so that my erection was briefly trapped between her thighs. I made a quiet noise, I couldn't help it, and she giggled. "No, honey, thank you." She gave the bulge in my pants a little squeeze and got up. "Now, let's find you a girl and put that thing to use!"

When we showed up at the Cutter there was much joking about the lipstick marks on my cheek, but Buddy didn't give me too much grief about it. A few hours and many beers later I saw Buddy and Cindy sitting close, whispering to each other and looking over at me every few seconds. My neck got hot as I felt them staring at me. When Buddy sat down at the stool next to mine I had already said my Hail Mary's. I was ready to die.

"Cindy told me what she put you through," he said sheepishly. "Sorry, man."

"Sorry? I, uh, what?"

"You two have "crushes" on each other. When she has a few she can't keep her mouth shut."

"Buddy, don't be mad, please, I mean, sure I have a crush on her, but she was just being nice to me."

"No, she likes to flirt with guys, I know that, but she just does it for fun. She really has a thing for you."

"Buddy, Jesus, there's no way I would ever, ever do anything like that, no way, never."

He grinned at me. "Hey, kid, I hate to burst you're bubble, but I ain't exactly worried that you're gonna steal her away from me. That's just the way she is. Don't let her mess with your head too much."

I laughed weakly. "Too late."

"She is a handful, isn't she?"

I nodded. "Two handfuls."

He finished half his beer in one long pull. He ran thick, gnarled fingers through his iron gray hair. "You know, when I met Cindy, I had jet-black hair. I've gone gray since I met her. The woman's taking years off my life."

"Bullshit. You'll live to be 100."

"I'll be like a raisin in a few years, all shriveled up!" He laughed, and I laughed too, because he didn't believe it either. "The woman wants to fuck more than anyone I've ever known. I fuck her, and fuck her, and fuck her, and I keep waiting for her to say, 'enough!' and it hasn't happened yet."

I was pretty buzzed, so I had the courage to say, "Buddy, what's it like, having sex with a woman like that? In college I slept with a girl I had a crush on for years, and it was fantastic. And Cindy would be a hundred times more incredible than that girl was. What is it like?"

I was afraid I had offended him, but he put his arm around my shoulder and said, "Kid, it's so much better than anything you can imagine." He finished his beer and said, "Maybe someday you'll find out what I'm talking about."

At the time I thought he meant that I someday I would meet a woman like Cindy. But that night, slipping into a drunken sleep, I heard the bedsprings above me straining to withstand the assault of Buddy and Cindy. I could tell that Buddy was fucking her doggy-style, because the squeaks weren't as loud as they were when he was pounding her or she was riding him. I reached down and gave it a tug, and then another, and I closed my eyes and visualized the scene from earlier in the day, when Cindy's lips touched me, when her hands were on my arms, touching my body, yes, touching my erection, yeah, I could feel it happening, the tip of my cock swelling like a ripening fruit, ready to burst.

And then I heard them. Buddy said, "Say it, say what you want to say. Say it and I'll fuck you for real."

"Oh Buddy, please, I want your cock! I want you all the way in!"

"I can keep this up all night. I'll tease you, I'll make you crazy. Say it and I'll really give it to you. Say it."

"O.K., O.K., baby," she moaned. The squeaking came louder as Buddy picked up the pace. And then I heard Cindy's voice.

"Oh NICKY!" she moaned. 

My heart stopped.

"Nicky! Nicky, I want you to fuck me!"

Buddy said, "He is fucking you."

"Oh, shit!" she squealed. "Fuck me! Keep fucking me! Nicky!"

The sounds from above grew louder and the squeaking more frantic. Cindy kept moaning how she wanted to be fucked, needed to be fucked, needed NICKY to fuck her. I knew that this was some fantasy game they were playing, and I knew that they knew that I could hear them. I could hardly breathe.

Then Cindy said, "Oh Buddy, go down and get him, I'll suck his cock while you fuck me."


My Naughty Neighbors Ch. 1



"No," he said.

"I'll suck you off while he fucks me."

"No," he said.

"Please, Buddy, go get him now, right away. Before I come! Buddy, you're gonna make me come. Please, go get Nicky before I come!"

I heard Buddy laughing. "You're gonna come, baby. Just before I do. Just hang on. " And the bedsprings went crazy.

"I love your cock!" she blurted.

"Uh-huh!"

"Oh...oh...I want to suck his cock!"

"Yeah?"

"Oh God, I want to know what his come tastes like!"

"Dirty little slut!" he laughed.

"He was hard for me, oh...oh God! He was hard for me and I touched through his pants!"

"Just through his pants, you slut?"

"Oh! Baby! If I'd known you wouldn't let me have him tonight I would have sucked him off right then and there! Baby, please, you're so cruel!"

"What, you don't like THIS?" And the tempo of their fucking increased to an almost inhuman pace. I matched them with my hand, my orgasm holding off until I heard the climax both of their lovemaking and their conversation.

"Buddy! Oh, baby, fuck me, fuck me!" I thought for sure that their bed was going to come through the ceiling. 

"Oh, baby, yeah!" Buddy said, "You ready for me to fill you up? You ready?" 

A brief pause, and then Cindy squealing, "Oh, yes, yes, yes! Fill me up! Oh my God, it's so warm, yes, yes! Nicky, baby, oh, baby, Nicky, fill me up with your come!"

And then, just like that, silence. I was so enthralled by what just happened above me that my own cock was now just a doughy handful. I started to stroke it up again when I heard the happy couple upstairs laughing.. 

"You are so bad," she giggled. 

"And you ain't?"

"Do you think he heard us?"

"Fuck, I don't know. I want to sleep. He just needs to get good and laid."

"You're right. He needs some lovin'. We'll have to work on that for him,'" she said, and she giggled again, like a naughty schoolgirl. I came two seconds later, not sure what my crazy neighbors had planned for me.



My Naughty Neighbors Ch. 2



The week after I heard Cindy calling out my name as Buddy fucked her brains out was totally crazy. I was of course a total wreck, consumed by the thought that this goddess I worshiped might actually fantasize about ME, but work was out of control. The deadline for a big project was pushed forward, and I started the week pulling three 16-hour days in a row. Thursday I dragged myself up the stoop at 11PM, dead to the world. My brain refused to work. So when Buddy pounded on my door I almost didn't answer. But even in my stupor I knew pissing Buddy off wasn't a healthy habit to start, so I opened up. 

"Christ, you look like shit," he said. "You gotta quit that job and come work for me."

"Buddy, you wouldn't let me within 10 feet of an acetylene torch."

"True. You're too soft and pretty. You'd get hurt, bad too."

"Thanks. And you're here...why again?"

"Do you have plans for tomorrow night?"

"I hope not. My project should be done before tomorrow night. And I sure as hell don't want to go out with anyone I work with. Sick of all of them right now."

"Good. Me and Cindy will stop by around 7 and we'll go to the Cutter. Be thirsty."

"OK, but what's the occasion? I usually end up there anyway."

He took a menacing step toward me and did his best to loom over me. He loomed large. "Just be there. Or I'll come looking for you. And when I find you, you'll wish you'd just shut your mouth and done what I said."

"Seven. The Cutter. I'll be there. Thirsty."

He patted me on the head and said, "Attaboy," and was gone.

As miserable as the first four days had been, Friday was great. I finished my project around noon, and when I turned it in to my boss he looked it over and surprised me by saying, "Nick, I didn't think anybody could work that fast. Great job!" We went over the report for an hour, I walked him through a few sections, and he made noises about "bonuses" and "promotions" and "stock options" and I felt a week's worth of misery float away on a cloud of jubilation.

"Go home," he told me. "Start on your weekend."

I didn't make it home. I was too wiped out. I crawled in a spare conference room and crashed, setting my watch alarm for 3:30. I gathered strength in those few hours, and when I woke it was with an appetite, for food, beer, and...a woman. I suddenly felt an overwhelming need for sex, for a good fuck with a good woman. I hadn't gotten laid in eight months. Too much work. The Cutter was as good a place as any to find a lady ready for trysting. The crowd there was perhaps split 50-50 between folks in their 30s and 40s and 20-somethings like me. There was a cute blonde girl who tended bar every Friday who smiled at me when I tipped her. There was a nice woman in her fifties who had nice big titties and asked me once if I liked her perfume. I stood up and arched my back and felt my cock strain against my pants, and I promised I would give my little pal some work tonight.

I showered at work and changed into the jeans and black sweater I'd brought along. I didn't want to risk Buddy's wrath by showing up late. By the time I was ready to go it was 5PM and I didn't feel like going home. I wanted beer, so I called Buddy on my cell phone, expecting to get Cindy and tell her I'd meet them there. I got the machine instead and left a message saying I would meet them there. And off I went.

It felt good going to the Cutter and having Joe the bartender call out, "Slick Nick, what say you?" He set a Rolling Rock in front of me before I settled on the stool at the corner of the bar and we started shooting about the day's news. I ordered a burger and fries and I wolfed it down with another Rock. Seats at the bar were filling up when I checked my watch and saw that it was 6:30. I looked around for a likely target for my lusty desires. No obvious candidate came to mind, so I ordered another beer and figured I would either wait for a better choice, or wait for the beers to lower the bar. 

No need to wait. When she walked in I turned my head on a swivel, and 20 other heads turned with mine. We had someone nice to look at. Short, tousled black hair, and pale blue eyes that shone against her tanned skin. Must use a tanning bed, I guessed, since it was February. She wore a tight, white, ribbed sweater, and a black miniskirt. She was wearing flats but you could still see the muscles in her dancer's legs through the black hose. Not the typical outfit for a lady at the Cutter, but you don't knock a knockout who is trying to dazzle. About Cindy's age. A real showstopper. 

She sat down at the end of the bar, a seat that gave me a perfect view of her from my stool a few feet away. Joe walked over and asked what she wanted, and in a deep, husky voice she asked for a Cranberry and vodka. Joe brought it and she took a twenty out of her wallet and laid it on the bar. 

"Do you know Buddy and Cindy?" she asked. "They say they come here pretty often. I was hoping to meet them here."

"Oh, I know those two," Joe said, laughing. "They'll be here eventually."

"They'll be here in a half-hour or so," I said. 

She smiled at me, and my little pal shivered. "Thanks." She handed Joe the twenty. 

"I got it, Joe," I said, and I handed him a five across the bar.

"I can buy my own drink, thanks," she said, her voice with that chill a woman learns when she fights off aggressive guys all night long. 

"Not that one. You know Buddy and Cindy?"

"Yes."

"If Buddy knew that I let a friend of theirs buy a drink, and I just sat there, Buddy would unscrew my head from my shoulders. I like my head where it is, pointing to the front."

She laughed, and it was a nice laugh. "Yes, you know Buddy for sure."

I was about to make another witty remark when some smoothie sauntered past and parked himself next to her. She turned her cool gaze on him and he made his pitch. I heard him say he'd never seen her before, was she new around here, did she like the place, this music, his necklace, and she politely and blandly answered his questions. She did allow him to light her cigarette, which she held with long fingers tipped with clear-painted nails. It felt like I had a horn in my pants. 

I drank another beer. And then the door opened and Cindy walked in, followed by Buddy. It was thrilling when Cindy's searching eyes met mine and she smiled and waved to me. It felt so good that in this crowded room this gorgeous woman wanted to find me, and me alone. That good feeling vanished when I saw Buddy. He looked like he was in a head-unscrewing mood. 

Cindy walked over to me, gave me a squeeze, and said, "Order me something refreshing, honey," and then she was gone. Replaced by Buddy, who said, "Motherfucker, thank your lucky stars you're here. 'Cause if you hadn't been, you never would be. You get me?"

I really liked Buddy, and I knew he liked me, but I still nearly shit that milkshake you always hear about. I kept my voice level and I said, "Hey, I called you guys and left a message that I'd be here. I got out of work early and I came here to get a running start. You said be thirsty, and man, was I thirsty."

He calmed down a bit, like a rhino who decides that charging at that hyena over there just isn't worth bloodying his horn over. "You left a message? I forgot to check."

"Check when you get home." I handed him a beer. "Salud." He took the beer and swigged, and my sphincter returned to it's normal tightness. 

I drank beer. I looked around for Cindy, and there she was, chatting with that delicious brunette. The smoothie was still there with his oily smile, but Cindy was doing a pretty good job of freezing him out. "Who's Cindy talking to?" I asked.

"Friend of ours," he said. "Sylvia. She and Cindy go way back."

"Yeah, she asked Joe when you guys would show."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I bought her her drink. She even let me, which was nice."

Buddy nodded his approval. "Good boy, it never hurts to be polite and show respect.. Cindy will be very pleased with you."

I just about lived to please Cindy, so that made me smile. I was in that early boozy alcoholic happy phase that makes the world a wonderful place to live it. I wondered if I should ask Buddy if he could line Sylvia up for me, but I wasn't that stupid, or that drunk yet. So I drank more beer.

I talked to Joe, and to Pickles, a cool guy who worked for Buddy (maybe someday I'll find out where he got his nickname. Not sure I want to know). Cindy and Sylvia were still talking in that corner, and Buddy joined them, scaring the smoothie away. He beat a hasty retreat and I made a quick advance. I slid onto the stool next to Buddy and tried to think of something to say.

Buddy gave me a break. "Sylvia, this is Nick, our upstairs neighbor. He's a pain in the ass, so don't feel you have to be nice to him." I laughed, I hoped not nervously, and took the hand Sylvia offered and gently shook it. Her touch set me to burning.

"I think I should be polite to him," Sylvia said. "He bought me a drink. He told me when you two would show up. Seems very nice to me."

"Nice," Buddy snorted. 

"I'm very nice," I said. 

"You're nice," Sylvia said. "But can you dance?"

"Dance?"

"The band just started. Can you dance?"

If a man wants to get laid consistently, there is no better preparation he can take than to learn to dance. I took two ballroom dance classes in college, and never was time better spent. I took Sylvia's hand in mine and said, "Let's boogie."

This wasn't bump-and-grind let's-sex-it-up dancing. The band was playing upbeat dance tunes and you needed to turn and spin and pivot with your partner. Sylvia could dance, and there ain't much in life more fun than dancing with a gorgeous woman who knows what she's doing. At times I had to hold her close, at times spin her away, and our fingers locked and unlaced and our eyes came together then slying slid away. We worked up a pretty good sweat dancing for 45 solid minutes, and as the band slid into a slow song I was glad for the respite, and for the chance to pull those firm breasts against my chest and feel the heat through her sweater. I looked down and saw the firm swells of her breasts, and I felt an overwhelming desire to suck my thumb.

There came a tap at my shoulder, and it was the smoothie. He said, "May I cut in?" and without waiting for an answer took Sylvia's free hand and pulled her away. Pissed me off, showed no class, but Sylvia didn't seem to mind, though when her eyes met mine as he led her away she winked and mimed sipping at a drink. I smiled and nodded and went to the bar.

Buddy came over and said, "Man, if I was dancing with a fine fox and someone stuck his nose in, I'd rip it off."

"Jeez, it's just dancing. I just met her, she doesn't belong to me."

"Bullshit," he said. "Now he thinks he can take anything you have. He thinks he'll be the one to fuck her, not you."

"Come on."

"You want to fuck her, don't you?"

"No. Well, yeah, but, you know. No. I don't think she's expecting me to fuck her, I think she wants to dance."

"If you want to fuck her, what are gonna do about it? Let someone else slow dance with her? Fuck. You want pussy, you can't act like one."

"I'm getting her a drink. I'm want to dance with her some more, so I won't just walk away,"

"You better not. All the guys are watching. You can't get a rep as a pussy. Gotta show your horns sometime."

He left. I need to piss. As I walked to the restroom I peeked out on the dance floor and saw that asshole running his hands over her back. No class. She seemed to be pretty bored out there, so I relaxed a bit. Had to piss bad. 

I walked in the bathroom, did what I had to, and washed my hands good. I walked out the door and ran headlong into a sweet-smelling blonde delight who grabbed my wrists and pulled me into a dark corner. 

"Hi, Cindy," I said, looking down as she maneuvered my hands around her waist and put her own hands on my stomach. She tickled me, lightly.

"I wish you'd dance with me like you danced with Sylvia," she purred. "You two look so hot together,"

"Hot?"

"Hot," she said, and her hands slid around my waist until she cupped my asscheeks in her hands.

"Christ, Cindy, you can't do that. Buddy'll kill me. And you're driving me crazy."

"Buddy sent me here. He wants to make sure you don't leave Sylvia with that jerk out there. After all, she came her to see...you."

"Me?"

Her eyes didn't leave mine. "Have you ever had a fantasy about being seduced by an older woman?"

"Uh, sure. Who hasn't?" I didn't mention that most of my fantasies in that area centered around her. 

"She has a fantasy about seducing a handsome young man. I mentioned to her that I knew a handsome young man who needed her attentions. She came here looking to take you to bed. If you would like that."

I was shaking. I couldn't control my hands, and my penis was a bone. "Cindy, I..."

She put a finger to my lips. "Let her make the moves. Just be...enthusiastic."

"Christ, I can manage that."

The band announced they were taking a break, and Sylvia disengaged herself from my rival. I hustled over with her drink and said, "Some refreshment?"

She turned and smiled and took the drink. "You know that guy who I was dancing with?"

"No."

"If you ever need to find out just dust my ass for fingerprints. His hands were all over it."

"Do you want me to break his hands for you? I wouldn't mind a bit."

"You're cute. No, that's OK. I could use a seat for a bit. Need a break." I looked 'round and there was a small empty booth in a back corner. I steered Sylvia through the crowd and we sat, our legs touching under the table. 

A girl walked by on her way to the bathroom and Sylvia leaned over the booth and said something, and the girl nodded and handed Sylvia a cigarette and lit it. Sylvia thanked her and said to me, "I hope you don't mind, I don't smoke often, but I like one when I'm drinking and dancing. And the night is still young, at least two more sets to go."

"I'm raring to go," I said, trying not to stare at her breasts. 

She took a deep drag on her cigarette and smiled. "You're a good partner. Dancing partner."

"It takes two. We move well together." I couldn't believe I said that, buzzed or not, and Sylvia smiled and said, "Well, we'll see about that." And then there was a long pause where I felt my face redden and she added, "Let's see how we do this set." The band started tuning up, Sylvia stubbed out her cigarette, I took her hand and let her to the floor. 

The band really picked up the pace, the floor was packed, we couldn't twirl and glide the way we had earlier. We spent more time tight together, which was the answer to my prayers. I put my arm around her waist and hers snaked around mine and we moved, together, swaying back and forth, in and out. I was huge and hard and there was no way to hide it, even if I wanted. The crush of bodies pushed us together, and the stiff tip of my cock burrowed into her warm belly. He wanted inside, and I knew she could feel how impatient my penis was for her to touch it. 

After an hour a slow, sexy song started, and she pulled me against her, her nails scratching lightly at my back. I moved my arms around her waist and shoulder, and we danced close, but not obscenely so. Or it wouldn't have been, if my dick hadn't been like a spear pointing at her pussy.

"I like dancing with you, Sylvia"

She kissed me on the cheek. "I like dancing with you too."

My dick rubbed against her skirt, then ground against her. I closed my eyes and pushed my hips into hers, but when I stubbed myself against her pelvis I tried to pull away. She grabbed my hips and pulled me back between her legs.

"You're bad," she said, and then seeing my reddened face she stroked my cheek and said, "You don't have to be embarrassed."

"I'd like to be a little more suave, not just rubbing against you."

"Suave is nice, but a little obvious lust is SO sexy."

"Yeah? How obvious do you want me to be?"

My cock gently rubbed her skirt. "You're pretty obvious right now. Maybe you should tell me what's on your mind, what you're thinking right now..."

I leaned closed until my nose brushed her hair. "I want to suck your nipples."

"Yes...?"

"I want to suck your nipples until they're hard, and then I want to kneel before you and kiss and lick your stomach. I want to taste your skin."

"Yes, that sounds nice..."

"I want to kiss you between your legs," I blurted. "I want my mouth all over you. I want to right now." I pulled her closer against me, my penis urgently rubbing her. 

"Maybe we should be leaving?" she said, and I pulled back and she was grinning mischievously. "I have a few thoughts of my own, but this isn't the time or the place."

We turned to leave, and just as she I felt that familiar tap at my shoulder. "I'm cutting in," he said, and reached to remove Sylvia's hand from my waist. 

"Buzz off," I said, not even looking at him.

"She's old enough to be your mother, puss. Go play pinball or something."

I looked at Sylvia. "Do you want to dance with him instead of me?"

"Fuck no." she said. "And fuck you," she said to the asshole.

"What she wants doesn't matter," he said, wrenching my wrist and grabbing Sylvia's shoulder, and now the other dancers cleared off, sensing what was coming. What happened next wasn't instinctive, because I'd never been in a bar fight before, but I guess hanging around Buddy and his pals wore off. And I was in such a state, filled with lust and knowing I was about to get fucked, that I was ready for any sort of action. 

When you get in a fight like this, especially against a guy bigger than you, you have to get off first. I had Buddy to back me up, but it was terribly important to me that he wouldn't have to. So when he had my wrist with one hand, and the other on Sylvia's shoulder, he was totally exposed, and I took the opening. My right hand slipped easily across Sylvia's back, made a fist, and struck his nose at supersonic speed. There was a delicious "CRACK" as I made contact, and he staggered three steps back. Now his hands were free and he brought them up to protect his face, and I stepped close and delivered a short, sharp kick to his groin. There was no crack, just a sickening squishy sound, and it was over. The smoothie collapsed to the floor, trying to grab his dripping nose and his crushed testicles at the same time, and not getting much relief either way. 

Strong hands closed on my shoulders, Joe and one of his bouncers. "I saw the whole thing, kid," Joe said. "You did the right thing. But you fight in my place, you go out the door. Let's move." They gently hustled me toward the door, stopping only long enough to let Buddy hand me my coat. "Beautiful, that was fucking beautiful," he said, beaming, and I left to the cheers and hoots of his entire crew. I felt like Mike Tyson. And then Cindy called out, "Wait outside, don't leave right away!"

I waited outside. And waited. Five minutes, ten. I was hoping Sylvia would come out, or Cindy, but no luck. My hand hurt. I was sobering up fast, and I was getting a bit upset. I'd decked the guy. He deserved it, but still. "Shit," I said, and I turned around and headed for my car.

Then I heard a voice say, "Hey, I didn't get my $20 worth out of you." I turned and it was Sylvia, wearing her long leather coat, walking toward me. She smiled. "Though that performance was worth about $15. You nailed him good. I don't think he'll be cutting in on anyone anytime soon."

"So you have $5 credit. How can I earn it?" 

"I want a nice slow dance. Come with me."

We walked back to the Cutter, but turned into the back alley behind the place. It was pitch black, but you could faintly hear the band through the brick walls. "Right here will do," she said. She stepped into me. Her arms slid around my neck, mine went around her waist, and her chin rested on my shoulder. We swayed back and forth a minute or so, and then her hands wandered down to caress my ass. She moved her hands up and scratched my back with her nails, and then her hands moved to my hips, and as I closed my eyes and bit my lip those sexy fingers closed around the hard hot thing jutting out from my jeans.




My Naughty Neighbors Ch. 2



"I've had just about enough of this," she said curtly. "This big hard cock teasing me. I want it."

"You can have it," I panted.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-four."

"I'm forty-three. I'm nearly twice your age. Does that bother you?"

I didn't know if I should protest loudly that her age didn't matter to me and that I thought she was desirable, or if I should ignore it altogether. I chose the latter strategy. 

"No. Oh God, please touch it again, with your nails."

She smiled. "With my nails? Or my mouth? My tongue?"

"Yes, all of them, please."

"You know," she said, "I've never been to Cindy's new place. Maybe if I follow you home you could show me where they live. And show me your place, too. Hmm...?"

I told her that was about the best idea I'd ever heard, and we quickly walked to her car. I was parked further up the street, so I opened her door and turned to sprint away. Her fingers circled my wrist and she turned me around. I looked down at her just as her lips met mine, her warm lips, and then her wet tongue traced a line under my upper lip, and then our tongues twisted around each other and I reached around her waist and began unzipping her skirt...

"Let's go," she said. "Don't lose me on the way."

That was the longest goddam 5 minute drive of my life. Sitting down was agony with my dick a hard pointy thing jammed in my jeans. I could still taste her. "I am going to eat her pussy!!" I screamed at the windshield. "I'm gonna suck her tits! I'm gonna fuck her good!! Yeah! Yeahhhh!!!" I bellowed other assorted adolescent ravings, and it felt good. I was gonna get laid. Gonna be a nice long night. 

We parked in my lot. I joined her by my car and I held my arm out to her. "May I escort you to my home?" I asked with mock formality. She said she would be delighted, and we linked arms and entered my unit. I steered her to my door, and pointed upstairs. "That's where Buddy and Cindy live," I said. "The unit next to mine is empty."

"So there's no one else around?" she asked.

"Nope."

"Good," she purred, and kissed me hard again. I pulled away and fumbled with my keys in the locks. While my back was turned she set her purse down, reached around, and fondled me through my jeans.

"Nicky, when was the last time a woman made love to you?"

"It's been awhile. About eight months."

"Poor baby," she cooed, unbuckling my belt from behind. She unbuttoned my jeans and, as I looked down in disbelief and ecstasy, pulled aside the waistband of my boxers. I watched breathless as she slipped her hand inside.

I sucked my breath in hard. "Your hands are cold!"

"But you're nice and hot down there." Her cold fingers closed around my shaft and I threw my hips forward, trying to induce her to jerk it. But she didn't. She said, "Eight months without a woman, and now I'm going to make you wait just a little bit longer. Let's go inside, honey."

I led her in and turned on a few lights. She swung her purse and let it tap me on the ass., "I'd like to go freshen up, if I could?" I said of course and let her to the bathroom. I asked if she wanted anything to drink and she said some juice would be nice. No booze. Good. I wanted a good fuck, and one you've made your strike alcohol gets in the way of the performance. 

"Oh, and make yourself more comfortable," she said. "You're wearing too much." She closed the bathroom door, and I went to work, kicking off shoes, ripping off socks, tossing jeans and shirt in a corner. I left the boxers on, red plaid, to give her some sense of mystery. I even did a few quick push-ups and sit-ups, limbering up. Hey, it had been EIGHT FUCKING MONTHS.

The door opened. She walked out. She'd brushed her hair, redone her makeup, and removed that sexy sweater and skirt. Now she was wearing a pale gold bra, and her deep brown nipples showed clear through them. Her legs were still sheathed in those stockings, which I now learned were thigh-highs, and her warm pussy was swathed in a thin silk purse with thin straps holding them to her hips. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue across my lips, ravenous to taste her. The juice could wait.

She stepped next to me, and her waist slid into my waiting hands. "Hi," was all I could think to say, and she said. "Hi yourself." Our lips brushed, but I was hungry for other parts of her. I slid my lips down her cheek, nibbled her earlobe, and gently kissed her neck. She moaned softly and wrapped her arms around my neck. I took her waist in my hands again and spun her around, so that my cock was rubbing her ass and my hands were free to roam. I cupped her left breast in one hand and slid my right hand across her belly, pulling her tight against me.

"Oh, I'm going to fuck you," she sighed.

"Yes," I breathed.

"I'm gonna fuck you, I'm gonna have your cock inside me."

"Yes, now, please."

She leaned back let me fill my hands with her breasts. She was wearing a bra with the clasp in the front, and aware that her nipples were already stiff and poking hard against the gauzy material, I unsnapped her and freed those big, warm beauties. 

"I thought you wanted to taste me," she teased. "You wanted your tongue all over me."

"Oh, yeah," I grunted, and turned her back toward me. Her nipples were brown little nubbins, the areolas irregular ovals, not perfectly round, and I found this incredibly enticing. My mouth found them at once, first the left, then as she cooed her delight I moved to the right one. And then back again, over and over, my mouth sucking at her and my tongue spinning and swirling. Her nipples were warm and tasted like milk and I would have sucked them for hours, but my wandering hands slid up and down her legs, and I finally reached her pussy, shrouded in her silk panties, and when I started rubbing her there she opened her legs a little wider and I knew that it was time to shift the focus of my attack. 

I slipped my hand inside her panties and let my index finger run the length of her furrow. She was already very moist, and I pulled my hand away and put my finger in my mouth. I sucked her juices off and moaned softly. "I want more," I said.

I slid my hand down her body again, my fingertips gliding against her stomach, until my hand again was between her legs. I wrapped my other hand around her waist, pulling her tight against my erection, kissed her neck, and dipped my fingers in and out of her, her pussy becoming soaked, my busy fingers probing her opening, teasing her clitoris, 

"Take them off," she panted. "Put your tongue on me, please, please!!!!" 

I grabbed the flimsy material and tore them apart, exposing her neatly trimmed pussy to me. She looked shocked at first, but the violence of it must have turned her on even more because she practically threw herself on the chair, yanked me down with her, draped her legs over my shoulders, and said, "Got me right where you want me, don't you?"

I let my actions speak for me, my main action being my tongue finally reaching her slit. She tasted hot and musky and I went at her like a starving man, which I was. It had been so long, and it was so good. I found her clit and sucked it and slid my thumb into her pussy and licked and sucked and fingered her like the madman I was. 

She screamed. She moaned. She called out my name and begged my for more, to not stop, to never stop. I leaned up. "Come in my mouth," I said sternly. She obeyed. Her first orgasm lifted her hips six inches in the air and I lifted her and kept my mouth glued to her wet spots. "Uh, UH, UHHHHH! Fuck, YES!" she moaned. I held her hips in the air as her climax set her entire body quivering. 

"Eat my pussy," she sighed as her first orgasm passed, and I did.

"Lick it, lick me, yes,." Her hips began to move again, up and down, as my tongue warmed her pussy again. My own hips were thrusting against thin air, and my need for friction overwhelming. I removed my lips from her clitoris and sat up on my knees.

"I'm going to fuck you now," I said flatly, as I stood to remove my boxers. 

"Are you?" she teased. She slid off the chair as I stepped out of my shorts and knelt before me. "You aren't going to make me suck your cock first?" I looked down and she winked at me, and her fingers closed around my dick and began stroking it. I shut my eyes and groaned. "Oh, Sylvia, please."

I sat down in the same chair and watched as Sylvia began sucking my cock. She didn't give it teasing little licks or kiss the tip. She put her mouth over my entire glans and slid her head down the shaft, and then up, and then down, and after two strokes my cock was wet with her saliva and I was galloping towards orgasm. I've had my cock sucked before, but I've never gotten a blow job, when a woman sucks you intending for you to come in her mouth. The few girls who have put me in their mouths either did it as a "favor", or because they felt they had to. Sylvia sucked me like she needed it to stay alive. Her mouth was warm and wet and tight and her tongue swabbed the tip and after 30 seconds I started to sweat and I mumbled, "Stop, I'm gonna come..."

I was disappointed when she pulled her mouth away with a moist pop and said, "We can't have that, not just yet." And she climbed in my lap, straddling me. The chair was big enough for her to sit on me, and I had enough room to grab her hips and help her into position. My dick snuggled against her pussy, rubbing her wetness, and she put her hands on the back of the chair and let me reach down and maneuver my penis to the opening of her vagina.

"Oh, this is going to be so good," she moaned. "Put it in."

I did. It felt so good I thought I would scream. She wasn't as tight as an 18 year old, but it was still snug and warm in there. She raised her hips and then dropped them again, and I felt ripples of pleasure through every millimeter of my cock. She raised her hips again and then again and I took her slim hips in my hands and helped her along. 

"Ride me," was all I managed to say before I started moaning, though my cries weren't as loud as hers. I tugged on her nipples with my mouth as she fucked me, and she panted, "Yes, yes, oh, fuck, yes," as I filled her pussy up. The only coherent sentence either of us said came from her, when she looked up at the ceiling in ecstasy and moaned, "Oh, fuck, you're so fucking big."

The way my cock was piercing her felt great, but I couldn't hump fast enough to build to orgasm. By now Sylvia had come again, and I needed the release. When she slid down on my length I grabbed her hips and held her fast. She protested as I kept her from sliding back up my cock, and instead I stood up and held her tight against me, my cock still buried to the hilt. 

"I'm going to take you to my bed," I said. As I walked my cock slid slightly back and forth. Sylvia bit hard at my shoulder and begged me to push it in deep.

"I'm going to take you to my bed and fuck you." I said.

"Yes, please."

"I'm going to fuck you."

"Yes!"

We finally reached my bed, which, thankfully, I had made the night before. She crawled on and I followed her, my cock rubbing against her ass, and I reached forward and cupped her tits. "I think I'll take you like this," I said.

"Mmm..." she said as I pulled her ass against my groin. I have a big mirror above my dresser, and I maneuvered Sylvia around so we were facing it. I reached back and snapped on my desk lamp, filling the room with enough soft light that I could see how sexy she looked, how nice her ass looked in my hands. I told her this, and I said, "I want to see the expression on you face when it goes inside you." 

"Please, hurry!"

I snuggled behind her and guided it in. I moved slowly, cramming it in to the hilt, and I saw Sylvia's beautiful face contort in ecstatic agony. She bit her lower lip as I slid back and then let out a sharp hiss as I stabbed her with my cock. It felt so good inside her like that and I grabbed her hips and began screwing her with more pace, still in control, still not frantically slamming my cock inside her, and I was drenched in pleasure. 

I could see Sylvia in the mirror, and her expression was much the same as mine. We were both grinning like idiots, and as I fucked her she looked up and saw me smiling back, and started laughing. Then as I hammered her faster and harder the laughs turned to moans, though our smiles remained. The sounds of our lovemaking, the moans, the bed squeaking, added immeasurably to the shivering jolts of pleasure radiating out from my groin. 

"Oooh," Sylvia said. "Oh, yes, yes, fuck me like that, ooh, yeah..." I kept going and going and I was getting close to coming. I was breathing harder and harder and I said, "Oh, God, this is so fucking good, it feels so fucking good."

She looked at me in the mirror and grinned again. "My pussy feels good?"

"Fuck, yeah,"

"Good on your nice young cock?

"Yeah," I groaned, and I picked up the pace. I started fucking her fast now, and Sylvia's smile left and was replace with a grimace of burning need. She was also close to coming, I saw, and I wanted to make sure she had one more orgasm before mine.

"Nick, please, put me on my back. I want to feel your body crushing me. I want that gorgeous cock pounding through me. Please!!!"

I threw her down and leapt on top of her, kissing her hard, as I mounted her and threw her legs over my shoulders. As I entered her I said, "You'd better hang on, I've been waiting for this."

I fucked her like a maniac. She was so wet that I slid in and out with ease. And in and out I went, as fast as I could, and I groaned and moaned as loud as I wanted, wishing my upstairs neighbors could hear us. I pounded her, my cock completely exiting her before I slammed my spear back into her moist sheath. She twisted and moaned and cried and scratched at my back and ass with her nails.

"You feel so fucking huge," she cried as she came. I fucked her and fucked her and FUCKED her and I finally couldn't stand it anymore. I felt that delicious tightening down there and I knew nothing was going to prevent me from coming.

"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna come!" I shouted.

"Yes, please!!"

"Your pussy is gonna make me come!"

"I want to feel it!"

"I'm gonna make it so wet inside you, it's gonna be so wet."

"Please, come in me, don't pull it out, push it deep inside me."

I did. My cock erupted and I shot what felt like a pint deep inside her cunt. I kept pumping as I cried and moaned and told her how good it felt in her pussy. My orgasm lasted almost 20 seconds and with every warm tremor I shot another ribbon of come into Sylvia's pussy. I came and came and came until finally, finally, it was over, and I collapsed on top of her.

We lay there for about a minute, my hyperventiations slowing to mere heavy panting. My cock was softening inside her, and I at last withdrew with a little gasp from us both. I looked down at her, suddenly aware that I was in bed with a stranger, a woman I knew only by her first name. 

And then, thankfully, she laughed. She laughed because she was happy and sated and was glad that we had done what we did. And I laughed with her, because I was happy too. I was still tingling from my orgasm, and from the eroticism of this encounter, and I was glad that she wasn't suddenly reaching for her skirt and car keys and trying to escape. 

I rolled off of her and we lay together, arms and legs entwined. "I really need a cigarette now!" she said and leapt up and went for her purse. "I bought a pack before I left the bar. Thought I might want one later on." She made a quick pit-stop in the bathroom, then she came back and lit up and tapped the ash into a bowl she'd taken from the kitchen. She lay down beside me and put the bowl on my stomach, which I found terribly sexy.

"Christ, I'm going to be sore in the morning," she said, blowing smoke at the ceiling. "Ooh, turn over, I think I may have drawn blood with my nails." I put the bowl aside and rolled over, and her hands touched my back and ass, gently this time.

"No blood, but you'll have marks for a few days. Sorry, honey,"

"I loved that, when you scratched me. It hurt but it felt fantastic when I came."

"I love to scratch. I was trying to draw blood, too. Right before you came I was trying to tear you apart. God, you came forever. I thought it was going to pour out all over the place."

I rolled back on my back and she put the bowl back on my tummy and then lit another cigarette. "I only smoke when I've had a really good meal, or when I'm out drinking, or when I'm trying to seduce a man. Or," she said, inhaling and then letting the smoke slowly slip from her lips, "when I HAVE seduced a man."

"My bedroom isn't a smoke-free zone."

When she finished her cigarette she stood up and carefully removed her stockings and lay them on my dresser. She went to the bathroom to freshen up a bit, and I did the same when she was finished. Seeing her totally nude aroused me again, even after an hour of manic lovemaking, and when I came back to bed half-erect she looked at it and laughed. "Get that thing away from me!"

"He has a mind of his own."

"Well, you're his boss, so tell him that it's quitting time. No more work for him till tomorrow."

I said I'd make sure he got the message, and we bedded down for the night. I was pretty beat, actually, all that beer, dancing, and sex had taken it's wonderful toll. It was odd, curling up with a woman I barely knew, a woman twice my age, but she was warm and soft and felt so good next to me that I didn't care a whit. She fell asleep and I felt myself slipping away as well, with one last happy thought occupying my mind-- what work I might have "tomorrow". She said that, and my cock gave one last happy twitch before I fell asleep.



My Naughty Neighbors Ch. 3



The morning after Sylvia and I fucked each other's brains out the goddamn phone rang at 8AM, the noise as loud as Quasimodo's bells. We both jolted awake and I said, "I'll let the machine get it."

"No, answer it. It's probably Cindy."

"Cindy?"

"I told her to call me. I have to check out of my hotel at 11AM."

I picked up the phone and said hello. I heard Cindy's sexy purr. "You bad boy."

"What?"

"We heard you fucking that poor woman all night. Can you hear us as easily as we heard you?"

"Yeah, probably."

"My, we must wake you up every morning."

"Pretty much."

"We'll have to think of some way to make it up to you, waking you up so early every day. But that can come later. Put Sylvia on, please."

I handed the phone to her and she sat up to take it. She and Cindy chatted back and forth, laughing a lot, and Sylvia said, "Oh, he was everything you said he'd be. And more. He was fantastic. Naughty, too. I thought you said he was a nice boy."

Cindy said something back and Sylvia said, "He tore my panties in half before he went down on me." Sylvia waited for the reply and then she started laughing again. 

Then she got serious and said that she would check out at 11AM and then catch her flight at 1PM. "Flight?" I thought. She was going away? Then I guess there wouldn't be any more work for my little guy, and my heart and dick both sank a bit.

"I know, I promised I would, and I will," Sylvia said. "I'm going to take a shower and get dressed first, but I'll take care of it. Believe me, I want to, and I will. OK? OK, bye." And she hung up.

"What's up?" I asked. "What do you need to take care of? Can I help?"

"You can, and you will. But I have to get ready first. My flight is at 1 and I have to get going."

"Flight?"

"I live in Philadelphia, honey. I used to live here, but I moved six years ago. I had to come out here for business, and I wanted to see Cindy, and she helped arrange for us to meet."

"Oh. I was hoping to see you some more."

"You will, honey!" she said. "After what you did to me last night I think I might surprise you again someday. But I'm so sore, I'm glad I'm a six-hour drive away!" 

I stepped toward her and let my thickening cock rub her belly. "How about an encore right now?"

She stepped back and pecked me on the cheek. "Be good, I have to get going!"

I showed her how the shower worked and got her towels, and then I went back to bed. I sighed. I was erect again, I wanted to fuck her desperately, but it looked like I was on my own again. It actually pleased me somewhat that she was from out of town. It let me keep this little affair at arm's length, while I still might be able to see her every few months. But right now I was horny, and I wanted her right now. Oh well, I thought.

I fell back asleep, and I only woke up when I heard my hair dryer going. I dozed again, and when I woke up Sylvia walked in, wearing her tight sweater and black skirt and her hose. She hadn't put lipstick on yet, but she looked great. I told her so, and she smiled one of those sexy smiles and said, "Let me have the phone, will you?"

I handed her the phone and she dialed. I didn't know who she called until she said, "Hi Cindy, it's me, I'm ready. Is Buddy there? Good. OK, here he is. Hold on." Sylvia handed me the phone. "Cindy wants to talk to you."

I took the phone. "Still in bed, sleepyhead?" Cindy said. "I think it's time for you to wake up."

"I'm awake."

"But not, ooh, not as awake as you're going to be."

I looked at Sylvia, who was digging in her purse for something. "Cindy, is something wrong?"

"Ooooh, no. Buddy is kissing my breasts, and he's rubbing my clit, and I think pretty soon he's going to lick my pussy. Yessss, he's taking my panties off. Oh, he's gonna lick it!"

"Uh, Cindy?" I looked up at Sylvia for some guidance, and she was at my mirror, carefully applying her lipstick to pouting lips. "What's going on?" I asked Sylvia and Cindy at the same time.

"Oh, Sylvia is going to give you a blow job while Buddy eats my pussy. I told Sylvia if I arranged for her to fuck you she would suck you and tell me what you were like. Buddy said I could listen in only if he got to eat me at the same time. I'd like to sit there and watch, but maybe that will be some other time..."

I sat there transfixed as Sylvia walked to the bed and pulled the covers away, revealing my erection. "Just let me suck you, honey," she said, sticking her tongue out and giving my belly a lick. "Tell Cindy how it feels. I'll tell her how it tastes."

She wrapped her sexy fingers around my cock and lowered her head to my cock. "Oh, God," I whimpered. 

"How is she?" Cindy asked.

Sylvia's head was bobbing up and down in my lap and warm pulses of pleasure radiated out from my groin. "Oh, God, it feels so good. Cindy, she almost made me come this way last night. She sucked me for half a minute and I almost came."

Sylvia took my cock and pressed the head tight against the inside of her cheek, and then pressed it tighter and tighter until it popped out of her mouth. The sensation of my dick rubbing against her warm smooth cheek and then having it pop out into the cool air, and then having her engulf me again with her mouth and doing it again and again drove me insane. 

"Jesus Christ, this feels so fucking good!" I shouted into the phone.

"Oh, tell Sylvia not to make you come yet! I want this to last a bit. Buddy is sucking my clit!"

"Cindy says not to make me come too fast," I told Sylvia. "I'm really close right now."

"Really?" she teased. "Tell Cindy your cock tastes hot and salty."

"Sylvia says my cock tastes hot and salty," I said and Cindy moaned.

"Oh Nicky, Buddy is eating me so good. Sylvia said you eat pussy good too."

"She tastes really good."

"I taste really good too, Nicky."

"I'll bet Buddy would agree with that."

"I'll bet you wish you were eating my pussy right now," Cindy said.

"Uh..."

"I'll bet that you wish I was sucking your cock right now, with Sylvia, that me and her were fighting over your big cock, over who would get to swallow your come."

"Oh, fuck, Cindy."

I looked down at Sylvia and she was really working my cock over, big licks from her tongue up and down the entire length, then loud slurping sucks at the tip, and then her sexy nails found my balls and tickled them and she started sucking relentlessly. She let me go for a second and in a hungry, hoarse voice said, "Tell Cindy I'm going to make you come now. I have to have it."

"Sylvia said she's going to make me come now," I said as Sylvia began jerking my cock and sucking it and licking it and tickling it and I thought I was going to scream.

"Tell me you want to eat my pussy, Nicky!" Cindy screamed into the phone, as Buddy no doubt gobbled up his wife's cute little pussy.

"Tell me you want me to come down there and suck that big cock of yours!"

"Cindy! Please! Oh, Sylvia, FUCK!"

"Tell me!" Cindy demanded.

"Tell her!" Sylvia ordered

And I came and it was the most intense orgasm of my life, by orders of magnitude I never knew existed. Having an orgasm during sex is fantastic, but you are controlling your pleasure, you can thrust faster or slower, depending on your need. But getting this blow job put me completely in Sylvia's skilled and enthusiastic hands, and now I was totally in her power and totally out of control.

As the first gout of come spilled into Sylvia's mouth I screamed out, "I'm fucking coming, Cindy! I want to eat your pussy, I want you to suck my cock until I came all over your fucking face! I'll fuck you sore like I fucked Sylvia!!"

Cindy squealed, "Buddy's making me come! I want to make you come in my mouth, I want to feel your come pour down my throat, I want to taste you and swallow you, I want to fuck you so good that you'll beg for it the rest of your fucking life!"

And then it was over. I was panting hard and shivering and I couldn't believe the things I said. Sylvia gave me cock a few last sucks, getting the last drips of come from it, and then she looked up and smiled at me and took the phone from my frozen hand. 


"Cindy? How was it? Yeah, it sounded like you enjoyed it. I think Nick did too." I managed to nod a little, and she said, "I think he's a bit overwhelmed right now. Hmm? Oh, God, Cindy, it's lick sucking a nice big salt stick. And his come tastes so good. He came like a gusher last night, and now it was still thick and hot and there was so much of it."

I looked down at my cock. It was wet and covered with lipstick. I could barely moved. Sylvia and Cindy chatted some more, and then Sylvia handed me the phone and said, "Say goodbye to Cindy, honey. I have to get ready to go."

"Nicky?" Cindy asked

"Yes," I whispered.

"Wasn't that wonderful?"

"Cindy, I shouldn't have said those things. You're Buddy's wife. It's wrong for me to think those things."

"No it is not! You can think whatever you want. It's what you do that matters. I know you want to fuck me. Lots of men would like to. But I would never do anything that Buddy didn't approve of, and this really turned him on."

"It did?"

"He knew it would torture you, and it made me come and come and come. And right now I'm gonna suck him, suck him like you just got sucked, so he's gonna get taken care of. OK?"

"OK. Cindy?"

"Yes?"

I whispered. "I do want to make love to you."

"I know you do, sweetie. Keep thinking those good thoughts. Bye bye."

I said good bye and Sylvia walked in. "Time for me to go, honey," I nodded and walked her to the door. She gave me a card with her work number and work e-mail on it, and I wrote my info on a card for her. "I'll call you first, OK?" she said.

"Are you married?" I asked her finally. 

She sighed. "Yes. My husband and I...we had some problems. He was cheating on me. Instead of getting divorced, we agreed that we could have occasional...time outs. So long as the other knows what's going on, we can have an occasional fling. So this can't be a regular thing. But next time I'm in town..." She leaned forward and kissed me, and gave my cock a last playful tweak, and then she was gone. 

I sighed, but it was a happy sigh. I felt powerfully vital, and alive. I wanted to go out and ride my bike for 50 miles, and that's what I decided to do. I turned to go to my bedroom, when I saw them, Sylvia's torn panties, lying on the floor by the TV. My trophy from this wonderful woman. I put them in a Ziploc back and stuffed them in the bottom of a drawer, something to remind me of a wonderful night.



My Naughty Neighbors Ch. 4



In the weeks following none of us made mention of the little phone sex episode Cindy and I had. I didn't bring it up because I didn't know how. You can't quite ask the wife of a friend if she was serious about having sex with you. Especially when her husband is a good friend. And double especially when he's quite capable of breaking your body into bloody chunks and swallowing them whole. I let it lay. I couldn't sleep at night, but I let it lay.

It was about that time that Buddy let me know that he and Cindy were going to Aruba for a week. He asked if I could keep an eye on their place, get the mail, that sort of thing. He also asked if I could feed his fish for him. Buddy kept a good-sized tank with about a dozen tropical fish, and he had me over to show me how much to feed them each day.

"Not too much, not too little," he said. "And feed them in the morning, so if you get stuck at work I don't come home and find them floating. 

"Check."

"Honey, how about this one?" Cindy asked, coming into the living room. I turned and there she was, standing in front of us in a bright red bikini. My jaw popped open and my dick expanded like it was filled with helium. Her big breasts strained against the Lycra cups, and the V-cut bottom didn't quite hide the pale blonde thatch between her legs. 

"Too slutty," Buddy said. "And tropical colors, we're going to the Caribbean, remember?"

She pouted. "Nicky seems to like it."

Buddy swatted me upside the head. "Focus on the fish."

"Fish," I croaked. 

Cindy walked back to the bedroom to try on another suit, and Buddy called out, "Hey babe, you'd better shave before we go."

"Down there? You could see some bush?"

"Yeah."

Jesus freaking Christ, I moaned to myself. I though about asking Cindy if she needed any help grooming down there. Since Buddy would grab my legs and make a wish if I did that, I vetoed the idea. There were times when being friends with these two was more trouble than in was worth. This was one of those times. I was almost beside myself with lust for Cindy, and I knew they both knew it. They played with me. Not very nice. 

"How about this suit hon?" she asked. I didn't turn around, I just kept sprinkling fish food. 

"Oh, baby, definitely. You take that one for sure." Sweat broke out on my forehead. I would not turn around. No. Buddy said, "That looks fucking great on you."

"Had it for years. I didn't think you liked me in a thong."

Don't look. Turn and look, and you'll turn to a pillar of salt, just like Lot's wife. Show some self-control.

"Are my nipples showing too much?"

"Nah. And it's cold in here anyway, it won't be like this lying on the beach."

My dick was now a pillar, of steel not salt. A pink thong bikini, Cindy's tits, her smooth stomach, a tiny triangle covering her pink parts, a floss-thin strip doing nothing to distract from her delicious ass...

"Hey asshole, enough food already!" Buddy barked. "You kill those fish before I leave and I'll stuff you in a suitcase and feed you to the crabs."

"You should call his bluff sometime, honey," Cindy said to my back as I heard her walk down the hall to change. 

"Try it and see what happens," he growled.

"Hey, Aruba, I might not mind stowing away in a suitcase. Can you fit me in the one you're packing Cindy's bikini's in?"

"I heard that!" she said.

I wished them bon voyage and went home to masturbate and make some soup. They left early Saturday morning, so I wasn't awakened by the percussive sounds of them fucking at first light. When I did get out of bed I put on sweats, made coffee, and started in on the paper. 

I remembered I had to feed the fish. No biggie, I'd take care of it after the paper. I was pouring my second cup of coffee when it hit me. I had the keys to their apartment. I could, ah, have a look around. Like in their bedroom. Like in Cindy's underwear drawer. A filthy, voyeuristic lust erupted in me. Now a slavering beast, I stuffed my feet into my sneakers and vaulted up the stairs to invade their apartment.

Inside it was quiet. Very quiet. Eerily quiet. "Hello?" I called, more to break the suffocating silence than to see if anyone would answer. No one did. I closed the door, twisted both locks shut and slid the chain home. Safe.

I fed the fish. Maybe I wouldn't ransack the place. Maybe I would be mature. Maybe I wouldn't betray their trust. I fed the fish as fast as I could and made a beeline for their bedroom.

Buddy and Cindy's bedroom. The center of my fantasy universe. The bed was covered with a vast white comforter that looked like freshly fallen snow. I ran my hand up and down the silky material, it felt so good against my skin. I gingerly pulled down the comforter, to feel the sheets underneath. Satin. Oh, God. My mind conjured a picture, of me and Cindy under those smooth, cool sheets, the voluptuous texture of the satin, of her warm and lush body slipping and sliding with mine...

I couldn't resist. I stripped, dumping my clothes on the floor, and once I was nude I carefully pulled down the corner of the bedding and slid inside. My naked skin gliding against the satin sent my nervous system into meltdown. My penis throbbed with lust, craving friction. I began humping against the sheets, the satin stroking me like an enormous pussy, a pussy that engulfed not only my cock, but my entire body. In less than ten seconds I was building to an orgasm of titanic proportions. "Yes, yes," I moaned, as my release built to its inevitable end. A thick, hot gusher of semen, pumping out of me, flooding...flooding Buddy and Cindy's bed.

"Oh, fuck!" I said and leapt from the bed. Shit. My dick was wet with my syrup, but at least I hadn't ejaculated and stained their bed with a quart of my come. My head still buzzing from my close call I carefully remade the bed. I dressed and got control of myself. Well, not so much that I didn't go through Cindy's undies.

The woman had a long drawer full of panties and bras. She was a 36C. Her panties was all silk or satin, no plain cotton Jockey's for her. In the next drawer down I found the holy garments. A dozen teddies, in black and red and white and emerald green. A black leather corset with garters. A similar corset in white lace. Another in fiery red. And about a dozen pairs of carefully folded stockings. I closed the drawer and bowed my head to this shrine of lingerie. 

Time to go. I made sure everything was as it should be, and started for the door. That's when I noticed the huge, locked chest on the wall facing the bed. A big, massive wooden thing, with a built in lock. In my haste to the bed I'd somehow missed it, though it loomed like an enormous oak monolith. It probably held a TV. It was odd, but there was a set of keys on top of it. Did I dare to open it?

I dared. The keys fit perfect, the big doors opened silently. There was indeed a TV set inside, and several shelves below. The shelves were filled with videotapes. Porno tapes. All of them were X-rated videos. "Oh my," I said. Most were of stars I'd heard of, a few group sex videos, one all-girl show, and a few amateur tapes. "Wonder if Buddy would mind if I borrowed a few of these for the weekend..."

There were two drawers below the TV. The top shelf was filled with, uh, toys. Dildos of various shapes, sizes and materials. Several types of lubricants. Two vibrators. Handcuffs. Wow. 

The second drawer was filled with videotapes as well, fifteen of them. There were handwritten labels, but I couldn't decipher them. Five tapes just had the dates written on them, dates that started five years ago and went forward. The other just had initials on them. J.C. B.L., like that. I was curious, so I turned on the TV, with the sound way down, and slid in one of the dated tapes. 

At first the screen was dark. Then a blurry picture appeared, a picture that quickly sharpened and showed...the bedroom I was in. The camera swiveled a bit, and then a figure appeared from the side. An incredible figure, 36C breasts, great ass, blonde hair much longer than it was these days. Cindy, naked, crawling on the bed. I turned the sound up as fast as my frantic fingers could press the keys.

"Come on, baby," she cooed to the camera. "I want to suck it."

A shadow moved against the wall, and then Buddy was standing by the bed, his huge penis centered perfectly in the frame. Cindy opened her mouth, and Buddy gingerly tiptoed forward until his tip snuggled inside her wet mouth. Her lips closed around him. "Oh, fuck, baby," he sighed. Cindy leaned her head forward, her throat muscles constricting as she swallowed him alive, the white of her eyes showing as she worked him over. Her lips slid up and down his cock, up and down, and in just a minute or so Buddy started thrusting his hips into her face. "Yeah, yeah, suck it, suck it!" His back arched. 

"Mmm! Oooh!" Cindy cried as she swallowed his semen. 

"Fuck, that was too fast," Buddy said when she finally released him.

"We have all weekend," she said with a wicked grin on her face.

The video suddenly cut, and when it resumed Buddy was lying on the bed and Cindy sitting on him. Her back was to him, so the camera had a great view of his big dick pumping in and out of her pussy. He had his huge hands on her hips, lifting and lowering her onto his dick. It was funny, Buddy's hair WAS jet black when they first got married. 

They went at it, Buddy thrusting himself into Cindy's pussy, her head thrown back and her nipples stiff as rubies. I guess the view wasn't good enough, because the cameraman moved slightly to the right, to get a better angle, and he zoomed in on Cindy, to show the absolute ecstasy on her face as her husband fucked her.

That's when it hit me. Who the fuck was shooting the video?

"Uh, uh, oh, fuck yeah, now baby!" Buddy groaned. She leapt off his penis and sat on his stomach, reaching down between his legs to pump his shaft and send a white geyser shooting all over her stomach and thighs. 

"Did you get all that, Mitch?" Buddy asked.

"Every last drop," a voice behind the camera said.

"You ready for your turn?" Cindy asked. 

"I thought you'd never ask," the voice said, obviously anxious.

"OK, switch tapes," Buddy said.

The scene cut away again. When the tape started again, Buddy was fucking Cindy doggie-style, and really giving it to her, the whole bed was shaking from the ferocity of the assault. I watched, but my mind was racing. Switch tapes? What did that mean. I looked at the tapes. The first one was marked "M.P." I reluctantly stopped the tape just as Cindy moaned, "Make it wet in me, baby," and put the new tape in.

It started with Cindy's face in tight close-up, filling almost the entire screen. Her eyes appeared to be looking right at me. The camera slowly panned out a few inches, and a penis with a dark purple head appeared below her chin. Not that I was an expert on the size and shape of Buddy's cock, but I knew this wasn't Buddy. "You ready, Mitch?" Cindy asked with a wink.

"Yeah, oh God, yeah."

"OK honey?" Cindy asked.

"Go for it," Buddy the cameraman said. 

Cindy lifted the penis to her mouth and ran her tongue up and down the shaft, then around the tip, not trying to suck him yet, just getting his cock wet. When it was glistening, she opened her mouth and took his entire dick into her mouth, until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. Slowly, very slowly, she pulled her head back, until only his tip was still trapped in her wet mouth. He moved his hips from side to side in agony as her tongue trilled at his glans, her lips holding him firm inside her sucking mouth. And then she engulfed his whole length again, deep throating him again.

"Oh, God," he cried., and Buddy laughed. "He's losing it, honey, he's gonna blow." And the man indeed started whimpering, wanting to hold out but totally in Cindy's control, and she winked at the camera again and slid her mouth up his shaft one, two, three times, and the man stuttered, "I, uh, uh, oh, yeah, YEAH, coming, I'm coming, now!" And Cindy let his penis shoot all over her, painting her beautiful face with semen before she put him back in her mouth to clean him with her tongue.

"That was fucking hot," Buddy said.

"Oh, Christ," the man sobbed.

"Thank you, darling," Cindy said. "You're welcome," Buddy said.

I was in shock. Perhaps because so much blood was in my engorged penis that my brain was starved for oxygen. I pulled down my pants like a drunk and touched myself. My orgasm was totally unsatisfying, because I didn't really feel a thing. I was too fucked up. There were 20 tapes like the one I just saw. Each six hours long. If they were all tapes of Cindy fucking, this was porno treasure that Cortez wouldn't have traded for all the gold of the Aztecs. 

I grabbed a tape marked "L.N." and jammed it in the VCR. This one was in the middle of a scene. Cindy was on top of Buddy, who was slowly fucking her pussy. Behind Cindy was a young man, maybe even younger than me, who was squatting above Cindy. His penis, much smaller and thinner than Buddy's, or even my own, was slowly working it's way into Cindy's ass.

The camera was set at a slight angle, so you could see her face when she turned her head slightly right. "No, wait, wait, wait," Cindy moaned as the young man mounted her and probed her ass. Her eyes were squeezed shut with pain and determination as the man tentatively forced his cock into her anus. 

"Go slow, but keep going," Buddy ordered, and the man took firm hold of Cindy's hips and forced his dick inside her, ignoring her resisting ass.

"Oooh, ooh, ow, uhh!," Cindy cried as he penetrated. Her face was contorted, it was obvious this was hurting her, and just as obvious that she wanted him to continue. "No, pull it out, no, don't, just, no, slow, slow..." she was almost speaking a mantra, trying to accept this huge hot pole up her butt. 

Buddy didn't wait, he started fucking Cindy's pussy with real force, bouncing her up and down and causing the cock in her ass to slide in and out. "OOOOH!" she gasped.

"Fuck her, Larry," Buddy ordered. Jim obeyed. He started throwing his hips forward, really fucking Cindy now, not just trying to slip inside, but really fucking her.

"Oh, God, my belly's full of cock," Cindy moaned. 

"We need to get a third guy in here," Buddy growled, "give you someone to suck on."

"Oh fuck!" she cried. "I do want to suck someone right now."

Buddy was really fucking his wife now, bouncing off the bed and thrusting his big shaft inside her sheath. But Larry was sweating now and shaking all over, fucking that luscious tight ass and after just a minute he groaned and pulled his dick out and came all over her back. He sagged back on the bed. "I can't believe this happened," was all he said.

Buddy bounced Cindy up and down his shaft for another minute and then pulled out himself and left slimy streaks up and down his wife's belly. He lay back and said, "You'd better be fucked satisfied now."

"Almost," she teased. And the film cut. 

I sat down on the bed and finally remembered to breathe. What to do? I left the apartment and got in my car and drove to my local video store. I rented a VCR and bought two 12-packs of videotapes. Bought dubbing cables too. I went back home, connected my VCR to the rented one, and went back to Buddy and Cindy's place. 

I only took one tape at a time, just in case they came home early out of the blue. Maybe they wouldn't notice just one tape missing. I spent all day Saturday taping, watching, and masturbating. The videos were unreal. Cindy and Buddy fucking. Cindy and Buddy in a 69. Buddy fucking Cindy with a vibrator. Cindy with Buddy and another man. Buddy with Cindy and another woman. Buddy and Cindy in someone's bathroom, fucking on the sink. 

I'm not proud of how I spent most of that week. I was a hermit, I didn't go out except to work. And even then I called off sick Thursday and Friday. I jacked off so much my cock became tender and abraded, and no amount of lotion would soothe the rough treatment of my hand. 

Five of the tapes were just Buddy and Cindy. Five were Cindy and another man, one six-hour tape filled with Cindy having sex with one particular lucky bastard. Five were of Buddy having sex with a different woman, often with Cindy joining in. The women were usually young, exquisitely beautiful, and very enthusiastic. 

At last, early Friday night, it was done. I'd copied every tape. I felt dirty, pathetic. I thought about throwing the tapes away. Ha! I bought a steel box and put the tapes inside, securing the door with a combination lock. I put the box under my bed. Buried treasure.

I went back to their apartment that night to make sure everything looked normal. I pulled out their vacuum cleaner and swept the place. The fish looked fine. So I went home and fell into a deep sleep. They banged on my door when they came home, scaring the shit out of me. Had they found out?

I opened the door and heard them up the landing, fumbling for their keys. "Welcome home," I said.

"Come on up, we have a present for you," Cindy said.

I went. They both looked great. Tan, rested, Cindy especially looked fantastic. She kissed me on the cheek and handed me a bright patterned shirt they picked up from some boutique down on the island. "Hey, amazing, the fish are alive," Buddy called from the living room. 

"Buddy said he was going to check the surveillance cameras when we got home so he could pinpoint the moment the fish died," Cindy said, laughing. "Guess we won't need to do that."

I didn't really hear anything after "surveillance cameras". I somehow managed to affect a breezy air. "You guy, ah, have cameras in here?"

"Yeah, one covering the front door, one in the bedroom. Couple of years before you moved in there was a burglar in the area who hit us twice. Had the cameras installed with the rest of the security system. Fiber optic. Behind there." He pointed to a large mirror that faced the front door. "There's another one behind the mirror in the bedroom."

My legs nearly gave out. "How...how often do you check them?"

"Ah, not too often. The security service just archives them, they don't actively monitor them. If there was a break-in they'd pull the tapes.."

I felt a little bit better. Until Cindy said. "Nicky, were you in our bedroom at all?"

I almost fainted. "No, no."

"What, something missing?" Buddy said, whirling around.

"Oh, no! It just looks like someone was in there, you know that vibe you get sometimes."

"Oh, I was in there, to vacuum. I did the entire place."

"That must be it."

I was so nervous that it was a relief when Buddy said, "Hey, you mind givin' us some time to unpack and freshen up. Maybe we can go out to get something to eat later."

"Oh, sure, you guys should take it easy the rest of the day and unwind." I said my goodbyes and beat it downstairs.

Camera. Oh, fuck. There was no way, right? No way they could have video of me going through their dresser, stealing their tapes, jacking off. No way. No fucking way. Oh God, please, let there be no fucking way.

I sat watching TV for about an hour, trying to keep my hands from shaking. I went to the bathroom. When I came out, I thought I heard noises coming from upstairs. I went to my bedroom and listened. Sure enough, Buddy and Cindy were going at it, I guess feeling the need to rechristen their bed after their trip.

"UHH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!" Cindy was screaming. And I mean screaming, at the top of her lungs.

"Is this what you wanted, baby?" Buddy demanded.

"Oh, yes!"

"Are you getting everything you wanted?"

"Yes, oh, thank you baby!!!" 

"Everything you asked for?"

"Yes!"

"Good," he laughed, and then they stopped talking and Cindy's hungry moans finally built to a shriek as she came. And then Buddy grunted as he ejaculated, then finishing by saying, "Let's see if he can top that!"




My Naughty Neighbors Ch. 4



I was too nervous to join them by jerking off. I probably should have, to burn off some nervous energy. When Buddy suddenly pounded on my door I jumped six inches straight up. 

"Let's go get a steak, my treat," Buddy said. "Good job with the fish."

Before I could say, "Uh, no thanks, I'm not hungry," Cindy grabbed my wrist and said, "Come on, we're hungry!" I managed to snag my coat and keys before I was whisked away.

We went to a place called Lee's, a nice joint. We took our table, with me between them. Buddy ordered surf and turf for all of us. "You like lobster, right?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah."

A pitcher of beer appeared and Buddy poured. "It was very nice you keeping an eye on the place," he said.

"And vacuuming the house," Cindy said.

"And feeding the fish."

"And straightening up my underwear drawer," Cindy said, totally deadpan.

She did it on purpose, saying that when I was gulping beer. Some of it came back up through my nose. I coughed and gasped for a few seconds before I finally croaked, "I didn't...do that."

"Honey, we know you did. We saw the surveillance tapes. You came into our bedroom, you looked at my undies. It's no big deal."

"Yes it is," Buddy growled.

"Oh, come on, you of all people should understand!" Cindy chided. "If you had the chance you'd do the same thing."

"We trusted him!" Buddy said. "It's different. But maybe I'll forgive him if he actually admits it, if I hear him say he's sorry."

"Well, maybe you should, honey. I think you owe us that."

I was almost in tears. I couldn't look at them. My face was burning, the shame, I was so ashamed of myself. "I...I did. I'm sorry. I'm just, I'm such a piece of shit."

"No, no you're not," Cindy said. Buddy couldn't even look at me.

"I am."

"Did you look in the dresser too?" Buddy demanded. "Did you see the videotapes? 'Cause I know you did. I fuckin' SAW you do it. Invading our fucking personal lives."

I couldn't lie now. "I did, I did, I'm so sorry."

"It was too tempting to look around, wasn't it?" Cindy asked, gently stroking my neck. "I was too tempting."

I nodded, trying to hide my miserable face with my napkin.

I sensed Buddy turning toward me. I looked at him, afraid of what he might say or do. It was odd to see him grinning from ear to ear. "OK, hon, I owe you twenty."

"I told you he'd confess."

I looked from him to her, and back again. "Kid," Buddy said, "we don't have fucking surveillance cameras in the house. Jesus Christ."

"But we did tape hairs over my underwear drawer, and over the keyhole of the dresser and the drawer holding the videotapes. And those hairs were disturbed, I'm afraid." "I got that from a Bond film," Buddy said.

"We had a bet that if we confronted you, you'd confess. I just don't think you're devious enough to lie to our faces. And you didn't! I'm so proud!"

"Proud my ass, you just want the twenty bucks," Buddy said. 

"So, what the fuck happens now?" I pleaded. "Are you pissed at me, or what?"

"No, not mad," Cindy said, snuggling up against me. "Don't you want to ask us about those tapes? The tapes that show me with other men, Buddy with other women?"

"No, that's your business."

"But you made it your business, didn't you?" Buddy said.

"Buddy and I have a deal," Cindy said. "When we got married we agreed that we could, after getting permission from each other, fool around a little. What we ended up doing was each of us gets to pick one new partner a year, and both of us have to be there when anything happens. And we tape everything, so we can, you know, remember the good times."

"Once we fill up a six-hour tape, that's it." Buddy said.

"And now it's time for us to pick someone new," Cindy said. "Buddy already has this pretty young thing he met last month raring to go, but I didn't have the courage to ask the guy I wanted to join us. Until now." She put her hand on my knee and ran it up my leg until it was resting on my crotch. She pressed against the erection that was making a tent out of my pants.

Buddy reached in his coat pocket and pulled out a videotape. He put it on the table in front of me. It was labeled "N.R.". He said. "You interested?"

"Oh, he's interested," Cindy purred, rubbing her hand up and down my cock. "He's been interested since the day he laid eyes on me."

"I wanna here it from him." Buddy said.

"Yes, I'm interested," I somehow made my lips work.

"After dinner, will you be joining us," Cindy asked.

"Yes."

"I can't wait. I just want to pop your buttons and nibble on you right now."

The waitress came with our food. It looked and smelled delicious and I wanted to ask her to toss it in the trash.

"Uh, do we have to videotape everything," I asked.

"Yes, I love watching them!" Cindy said.

"Hey, it's a small price to pay to fuck my wife, ain't it?" Buddy asked.

"Uh, yeah, of course," I said. 

I ate as fast as I could. "Take your time, honey, we have all night. And all day tomorrow." She gave me a little squeeze down there. I swallowed steak and lobster, not tasting a bite, and after we were done Cindy took my arm and let me to their car and sat in the back seat with me. Cindy began slowly kissing and nibbling on my earlobe. "Think about what you want to do tonight," she whispered as her tongue gently explored my ear. Her other hand stroked my thighs and groin, keeping me at a fever pitch. It was only a fifteen minute drive back home, but that was more than enough time to think of fun ways to spend the evening. My dreams were about to come true.



My Naughty Neighbors Ch. 5



In the moments after Cindy told me at the restaurant that she wanted to fuck me, and after Buddy said that it was OK with him, I can't say that I remember too much. I don't remember if the food was good, I don't remember if I picked up the check. There might have been a huge, "Animal House" style food-fight and I wouldn't have noticed. All I could think about was Cindy, about my gorgeous, sexy neighbor, and that I was going to fulfill the fantasy that had dominated my thoughts from the day I met her.

But when we got back to our apartments Cindy trotted upstairs and Buddy steered me to my door. "Go ahead and take a quick shower. When we're ready, we'll let you know."

So I had to wait, and what followed were the longest 45 minutes of my life. I took Buddy's advice and showered, cleaning myself from head to toe, scrubbing away with a rough sponge that left me squeaky clean. I was erect, and I gave myself a few soapy tugs that sent shivers up and down my spine. I looked down at my cock and couldn't believe that soon it would be buried deep inside Cindy's pussy. I washed the soap off and admired my stiff pink rod, and I hoped Cindy would admire it as well.

I toweled off and when I went to blow my hair dry there was a big box on the bed with a note attached that read "Wear this." I opened the box and inside were several pairs of dark silk boxers, a heavy black silk robe, and thick Japanese-style sandals. I stepped into a pair of shimmering black boxers and slipped the robe on. The silk felt great against my dick, and my back, and I stepped to the mirror to see how I looked. If I ever needed a costume for a Halloween party I could put this on and go as Hugh Hefner. I grinned at my reflection. I looked damn good. Maybe Hef's been on to something these last few decades. 

I dried my hair, brushed my teeth, sprayed myself with a tiny hit of cologne, and waited. The phone rang about a minute later. 

It was Cindy. "Nicky, I'm ready for you. Are you ready for me?"

"Oh, God, yes."

"Is that beautiful cock nice and hard."

"Yes, yes!"

"Then bring it to me, baby," she said, her voice criminally sultry.

The walk upstairs seemed awfully long. My knees were weak, by the time I mounted the last step I was panting like a Himalayan climber. I knocked on the door and Buddy pulled it open.

"Aren't you supposed to say trick-or-treat?" he chuckled.

"Like you can talk." I said. Buddy's robe was just like mine, but a deep burgundy. It was strange to see the rough-and-tumble guy wearing something so luxurious. 

"The tape is ready to go, but I'll give you two a few moments alone so you can get comfortable. Go in, and close the door. Cindy's in the bathroom. She'll come out when she's ready."

I closed the bedroom door and took in the scene. There were several candles lit around the room, and two soft lights illuminated the rest of the room. That big white coverlet was still on the bed. I waited, staring at the bathroom door with a mix of fear and anticipation. Fear that I somehow wouldn't measure up to her expectations, anticipation because the sexiest woman I'd ever met was coming to make love to me. 

The knob turned, the door opened. Cindy walked out. "Hi, honey."

Oh, God. Her blonde hair fell about her shoulders and framed her gorgeous face, her tan making her blue eyes sparkle like sapphires. Her lips were a deep crimson, and her nails painted to match. She wore a black satin corset that lifted her magnificent breasts and formed a deep cleavage. Her hips swelled out from her trim waist the sheer black material looked painted on. Her black stockings were held by a matching garter belt. Black high heels completed the ensemble. She was a vision out of every man's fantasy.

"How do I look?" she purred.

I remembered a line from a Woody Allen movie. "It's nice, but I wish you'd worn something sexy."

She laughed and snuggled up against me. "I could put on some sweats and a T-shirt."

"No, this is fine. You look absolutely incredible."

"So do you," she said as she fingered the lapel of my robe. "You're so handsome, so strong." She slid her arms around my neck. She smelled so good, her perfume was exotic, woodsy and spicy.

"I'm very nervous," I said.

"So am I, but in a good way."

"In a great way."

"I think this first time it might be best if you let me take care of things. Just relax and enjoy yourself."

"Sure, fine, sure."

"Good." She leaned up and kissed me, softly at first, her lips so warm and her body so firm as our bodies rubbed against each other. Her mouth opened and she twisted her tongue into my mouth, caressing the roof of my mouth, my teeth, my lips. She drew my tongue into her mouth and sucked on it, tickling the tip with her own tongue. Her hands were moving too, sliding down my waist and untying the sash of my robe. She opened the front and let her searching hands roam all over my chest, her nails gently scraping my skin. Cindy released my tongue and kissed my chin, my cheek, my earlobe, working her way down. 

My erection strained against the cool silk of my boxers. She slid her hands around my waist and reached down to cup my ass in her hands, hard enough that her nails dug in. I suddenly remembered that I had hands of my own. I caressed the nape of her neck and circled my right arm around her and pulled us tight together. I looked into those blue eyes and kissed her the way she kissed me.

After a moment she stepped back and moved behind me. "Let me help you take this off." The robe slid easily off my shoulders and Cindy draped it over a chair. She took my shoulders in her hands and twisted my body so I was facing the big mirror in the corner. Still standing behind me, she reached around and hugged me close. I saw her slim fingers lock together in a tight hug, and her soft hair felt so good against my back.

"It's going to be so good with you," Cindy whispered. She kissed me between my shoulder blades, and then I felt her tongue trace a wet line from there down to the crack of my ass. She knelt behind me, and in the mirror I watched as her hands caressed my thighs, and my stomach, but she still didn't touch my penis.

"Are you ready for Buddy to come in?" she asked.

"Uh, sure."

"Honey! We're ready!" The bedroom door opened, and I was on camera. I could see Buddy grinning from ear to ear behind the camcorder pointed straight at me.. He said, "I really want to catch the expression on his face, wait a second...OK, go ahead."

Cindy reached up and took hold of the elastic band of my boxers and slowly pulled them down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, my penis sticking straight out hard and true. I was breathing fast, looking at the mirror, waiting for Cindy's hands to reappear, trying not to too aware of the camera recording everything.

Cindy's hands didn't reach around to my erection, not yet. She pulled my ass cheeks apart and, to my total astonishment, began tonguing my anus. No woman had ever done that to me before and the sensation was so unexpected, and so delicious, that my mouth opened in a big O. I let out a sound halfway between a whimper and a scream.

"Oh, he likes that," Buddy said.

I felt Cindy's head pull away from my ass and she slithered between my legs, until that gorgeous face and those dark smiling lips were just inches away from my cock. "Do you want to lie down?" she asked.

"No," I squeaked.

"Don't worry about anything. Don't try to hold out or anything. Just enjoy it." She got on her knees before me. She took my cock in her hands, finally, finally, giving it a few soft strokes. She leaned forward and let her tongue touch my tip. I closed my eyes and exhaled hard. She parted her lips and kissed it, and then opened wide and my entire length disappeared into her wet mouth. She clamped down and slowly drew her head back, every nerve ending in my penis crackling with ecstasy. She was looking at me, staring into my eyes, and I stared back, hypnotized.

I was totally in her power, she kept bobbing her head back and forth, my cock now shiny from her sucking mouth, my cock wet, so wet, the tip of my cock wet from her mouth and from the pre-come I was streaming. Her tongue sought out the cleft on the underside of my glans and mercilessly tickled it. 

I couldn't bear it, the pleasure was overwhelming, Buddy didn't even exist any longer. The entire world was now reduced to the sexy blonde woman who was kneeling between my legs. Her right hand closed around my shaft and began pumping me, her left cupped my testicles and felt their weight.

A line was suddenly, inexorably crossed. My legs locked, I was stricken with paralysis. I couldn't stop what was happening, I was going to come. "Oh," I whispered. "Oh. Oh. Oh. OH!" I couldn't move my hips. I didn't need to, Cindy saw what was happening and was swallowing my entire length with every stroke, the smile on her face obvious even with my dick in her mouth. 

She let me go just long enough to say, "Come on my face," and then she resumed with even more energy. I was dimly aware of Buddy moving around to my side, the camera now focused on Cindy's face. 

A face I soon despoiled. "Oh, God, Uhh!" I grunted and Cindy pulled her head back and, mouth open, let my first streamer of come pulse into her waiting mouth. My next half-dozen spasms shot thick ropes of semen on her chin, her nose, her forehead, her hair. Through it all her face wore a smile of absolute delight, even as she closed her eyes to keep my come from splashing into them. At last it was over, at last I was done. My orgasm left me totally drained, totally shattered. I looked down, at Cindy's cum-streaked face, and I leaned back and collapsed on the bed, burying my own face in my hands.

"That was fucking hot," Buddy said, sounding pleased.

"It was so good, baby," Cindy cooed.

"He got you good."

"I can't believe how much he came, I thought I'd drown!"

"Do you want to clean up a bit?"

She said yes and I heard her come to her feet. Her nails tickled my belly. "Are you still alive, Nicky?"

I nodded. I was ashamed, confused, and stunned at how intense the pleasure had been. Cindy took my hands and pulled them away from my face.

"A bit freaked out, are you?"

"Maybe a bit."

"Don't be. It's OK. You'll feel better after we fuck." She left and went to the bathroom.

After we fuck? Now? I was so drained I don't think I would be able to get it up again for a month. I sat up and saw Buddy relaxing in a chair. "Told you she was a handful."

"Yeah," I said, hoarse.

We sat there for about 20 seconds, Buddy checking the camera, me focused on my breathing. It was more than a little bit weird, sitting here with my wet noodle of a dick in the same room as the husband of the woman who just sucked me off. 

"Buddy, you sure you're OK with this?"

"Sure. You?"

"I'm pretty fucked up right now."

"You'll be fine."

"But it doesn't bother you, seeing...this?"

He put the camera down. "You know that new waitress at the bar? Dark hair, big tits, pierced navel?"

"We've never been introduced, but I know who you're talking about."

"She's gonna be MY new co-star. So its not like I'm not gonna have fun myself."

"Oh." I knew the girl he was talking about. WOW. 

The bathroom door opened and Cindy stepped out. Wow wow. She'd removed the corset and her milky breasts stood out against her tan skin. The panties were gone as well, and from the tiny tan lines covering her pussy I'll be she'd caused accidents walking around I Aruba. And, as Buddy, had suggested, she'd trimmed her bush, until all she had down there was a skinny bikini stripe.

"I'm not done with you yet, not by a long shot," Cindy said.

"I might need a few minutes," I answered. 

She pulled the coverlet and the sheets back and patted them. "Come over here, baby." I slid over, and just as they had we I'd explored their bedroom the feeling of the satin caressing my asschecks made me sigh. Cindy crawled on top of me, my soft penis rubbing against her smooth vulva. 

"I'll bet a big, strong man like you can go all night," she whispered, nuzzling my neck.

"Usually yes, but that...that was a big one."

"I know it was. It was all over my face." She bit my earlobe. "You were delicious."

Cindy straddled me, my doughy penis thickening with every heartbeat. She leaned down and presented her heavy breasts before my lips. I closed my eyes as I took her left nipple into my mouth, and she exhaled heavily as I suckled her. Her nipple hardened in my mouth, and at the same time my penis stiffened as it rubbed against her body. I switched to her right nipple and sucked it into a taut point. 

Cindy sighed and said, "You're ready."

She reached down between my legs and I felt her fingers circle my shaft and guide me toward her opening. I couldn't see anything, but I could feel the head sliding along her wet slit. I started to slip, slip inside her, and then she lowered herself onto my shaft. I felt her pussy engulf me, surround me, until I was buried deep inside her, my cock stuck deep between her legs, so incredibly hot and moist that I moaned, "Oh, God."

Cindy didn't move, she leaned down to again offer her red-tipped nipples to me. "Kiss them, suck them," she breathed. I extended my tongue and swirled it over her left nipple, teasing the tip, when I felt Cindy's pussy contract around my captive cock. I gasped. "You like that?" she purred. I jacked my head up and down. She did it again, and again, and again, and AGAIN, my penis caught in a wet muscular vortex, her incredible pussy milking me. 

I tried to suck her right nipple into my mouth but she leaned back until she was sitting up on my dick. She began gliding up and down my shaft, up and down, slowly, the slippery friction sending molten waves of pleasure into the base of my spine. I reached up and cupped her jiggling tits as she rode me.

She was looking down at me. "You like it this way?"

"Yes," I groaned. "I've never come this way before."

"Oh, then you're gonna love this. Make sure you get a shot of his face when he comes," she said to Buddy, and he circled around to focus the camera on me. I would have been embarrassed had I not been teetering on the brink of orgasm. I wouldn't have cared if the entire College of Cardinals had sat down in full regalia.

"I'm going to make you come now," Cindy said, the excitement making her voice louder than usual. "I want you to fill me up, I want you to make it wet inside me." She put her hands on my stomach and pushed herself up and down with more speed, and the sight of this blonde goddess riding me, my dick sticking out between her legs, the sound of the bed creaking and wet slapping sounds of my cock squishing inside her, the smell of pussy and sweat filling my nostrils...I couldn't take it any more.

"Oh!" I cried as my resolve was finally defeated. I'd never come this way, I'd always come during sex when I was fucking, not when I was being fucked, and now I couldn't control the sensations radiating out from my cock, I couldn't thrust myself to climax. I had to lie there and just let Cindy fuck my brains out, and it was the best feeling I could imagine ever experiencing. 

"Oh! Yes! Please! Yes!" I screamed as I blew. I came and it was a moment of Heaven itself, my semen soaking her pussy. As I came some primordial part of my brain took over and compelled me to thrust myself as deeply as possible into Cindy as I could, so my sperm would have a better chance of impregnating her. I wanted this woman to conceive my child, I wanted her to have my babies! It wasn't until the ecstasy ebbed away that the rational part of my brain seized back control. 

Cindy leaned down and kissed my gently on the lips. "That's so sweet, Nicky, but I'm on the Pill."

"What?" I asked, confused.

Buddy was almost beside himself with laughter. "'I want you to have my babies'? The fuck did you get THAT line?"

"Wait, I said that OUT LOUD?"

"Out loud? My goddam ears are still ringing!"

"I think it was so sweet of you to say that," she said, kissing me again, before she slid off my lap. She lay down beside me and pillowed her head on my heaving chest, and let her nails scrape against my stomach. "I loved every bit of this," she said.

Buddy went to the TV and plugged in the camcorder. "You gotta see this."

He rewound the tape and hit play and there I was up on the screen, my face contorted, screaming "I want you to have my babies!" like a lunatic. 

"Oh Christ," I mumbled.

"Funniest thing I've ever seen," Buddy teased.

Cindy said, "The girl who gets to have your babies will be very lucky. And very sore!"

We lay there for a few minutes, and I loved every minute of Cindy lying beside me, her warm body so soft and yielding under my hands. I almost wanted her again, but Buddy said, "OK pal, time to call it a day." Cindy got up and held my robe for me. I dressed and put on my sandals.

"Now it's my turn for some fun," he said, obviously relishing his upcoming encounter with his 20-year-old with big tits. 

"I'll give her a call and tell her she can come over," Cindy said, and kissed her husband on the cheek. She left the room.

"That was fun," I said stupidly.

"Looked fun. Remember, this time Cindy did everything she could to give you pleasure. Next time you return the favor."

"Oh, sure, I want to do that."

"Here's a hint-you can't go wrong eating pussy."

"Oh, no," I said stupidly, as though I had any clue.

"And don't be afraid to be aggressive, a little rough even. Cindy LOVES it like that. Be forceful, not violent."

"OK."

"And doggie-style. Finish by fucking her from behind, that's her absolute favorite position."

"Check."

"Now beat it. Listen from downstairs if you want to hear what it sounds like when a woman gets fucked the right way."

I left, accepting a last hug from Cindy. Back in my apartment I popped a beer and collapsed on my couch. It took three beers before my heart rate fell below 100. I stripped and took a quick shower, reluctantly washing the smell of sex and Cindy from my body. Back in my bedroom I could hear pounding noises and a girl's voice, loud and clear and obviously in ecstasy.

"Oh, Buddy! Yes, fuck me...stick it deep inside me. Oh, God!!" There was a loud, long, shrieking scream. "Fuuuucccckkkk meeee!"

It went on and on like that. I promised myself, the next time I appeared on camera with Cindy, I would make her scream like that.



My Naughty Neighbors Ch. 6



As I feared, Buddy and Cindy wanted to tape again the next day. I say "feared" because I wasn't exactly sure what I was going to do that would make Cindy scream. It was my turn, my turn to fuck her brains out, after the job she did on me the night before. I was terrified that after I was done Cindy would smile at me and say, "That was nice." I didn't want nice. I had to come up with something. 

Buddy gave me a few pointers the night before. Go down on her, he said. Well, duh. She liked it a bit rough, she liked to be controlled. And she liked it from behind. With that information, and the gifts God has given me, I had to rock the world of a gorgeous, experienced woman who was married to a mountain of a man with a dick half again as big as mine. So maybe you can see why I was a bit nervous?

I sat in my kitchen, thinking, thinking...They wanted me to come over around six, so I had eight hours to formulate a plan. For the first hour nothing came to mind. I didn't want Cindy to look at me as cute little Nicky, this boy she thought was so sweet. Blech. I wanted her to WANT me, lust for me, want my cock as badly as she wanted Buddy's. To be honest, that was impossible. I am who I am.

Unless...it wasn't me. And that's what started the wheels turning. What if it wasn't me in the room with her? No, I wasn't losing my mind. What if Cindy came in expecting her darling Nicky, and instead found someone else. Not another person, but another personality?

I spent the rest of the morning and some of the afternoon planning, plotting. I created in my mind the role I would play tonight. It was important that Cindy not know what I was up to, but equally important the Buddy DID know, so I called him and asked him to come downstairs for a second. When I showed I gave him a quick rundown of my plan. At first he seemed skeptical, but when I finished I could see the excitement in his eyes.

"I think this is pretty weird, but you may be on to something here. Just don't slip up, play it all the way."

"I know."

"Well, you have my blessing. I think she'll be freaked out, but that's not a bad thing. She knows it's you. But nothing violent. You hit her and I'll kill you."

"Jesus, I would NEVER do anything to hurt Cindy!"

He grinned at me. "You wouldn't, but the guy in that room tonight might be another story. Just don't get too carried away." He patted me on the cheek. "Didn't think you were this kinky. Good job."

At 5:30 I walked up the steps to their apartment. I was wearing the robe they'd given me, but nothing underneath. The door was unlocked, as I'd instructed Buddy. I got the place ready. I took a big chair from the living room and put it against the far wall in the bedroom. I lifted a goose-neck lamp from their small office and set it on the nightstand directly behind the chair. I twisted the neck so that harsh light blared out. I stood where Cindy would be standing, and the blinding light would make it almost impossible to see the face of the person in the chair. Perfect. I went to the bar along the one wall of their kitchen and made myself a weak whiskey and soda. Time to get into character. I took a sip, and called Buddy's cell phone number. "Bring her," I said when he answered. "Send her in, and wait until I come and get you." I hung up without saying goodbye. 

I went to the bedroom, sat in the chair, and waited. After a few minutes the door opened and she walked in. She was wearing a white satin tank top and matching panties. I could see her expression change from anticipation to amusement. "Nicky, could you turn the light toward the wall?"

I sipped my drink, the clinking ice the only sound in the room. I set the glass down and I said in a flat, bored voice, "Come closer."

She took a few nervous steps, her face showing her unease. When she was a few feet in front of me I said, "That's close enough."

"Nicky? What's going on?"

"That's a good question, Mrs. Parinski." I'd never called her that before and it threw her. She took a half-step backwards. "Why am I here?"

"So..."

"So I can fuck you, that's what you're saying? I was brought here to fuck you?"

"You weren't brought here, I thought you liked it yesterday when..."

"Your husband wants me to fuck his wife. Don't you find that a bit odd?"

"Is this about last night, did it upset you?"

I motioned her forward. "Step into the light." She obeyed, now obviously confused . I took another sip of my drink. "Those things you're wearing. Take them off."

She pulled the tank over her head and stepped out of her panties. "Turn around. All the way."

She spun around slowly, until she was facing me again. She bit her lower lip and squinted, trying to see my obscured face. "You're a very beautiful woman, Mrs. Parinski."

"Thank you."

"Your husband is a lucky man." "I guess."

"Oh, I know. Tell me, what if you don't want him anymore, after I fuck you?"

"That won't happen," she said quietly.

"Of course not, of course. But I have to ask. I can't have you bothering me all hours wanting to fuck me. That's what your husband is for." She started to say something but I raised a hand and cut her off. "Get on the bed."

She crawled on the bed and sat on her knees. "Lie down." I ordered. When she obeyed I said, "Now show it to me." It took her a second to understand what I meant, but then she slowly opened her legs, exposing her pussy. I finished my drink. "Just wait there." I walked over to the door and let Buddy in. I led him to the center of the room.

"Well," he asked quietly, keeping his head down.

"She will do nicely."

"Thank you." His eyes stayed on the floor.

"Buddy?" Cindy asked, her voice tremulous with anxiety. I really had her wound up. Perfect. I joined her on the bed, my robe still knotted, and I grabbed her ankle. I dragged her to the edge of the bed, her blonde hair trailing behind her. I took her other ankle in hand and gently opened her legs as wide as I could without straining her. 

"You look wet."

"I am, yes,"

"Good, I don't have waste time getting you ready." I mounted her, my silken robe rubbing against her mound, making her arch her back with want. "And yet," I said, backing away, "before you drink a bottle of wine, you have a taste first, don't you?" I lay on top of her and took her nipple into my mouth. I sucked it hard, raking my tongue over the tip, releasing it only when it was hard as a walnut and then repeating the treatment to her right breast. 

When I felt Cindy squirming under me I kissed my way down her body, pausing to tease her navel with my tongue, then moving down to kiss and stroke her thighs. There was no way I was going to kneel in front of her, I would never be that subservient, so instead I moved my hands under her knees and hoisted her hips into the air, draping her legs on my shoulders. I buried my face between her legs, sliding my tongue up and down her wet furrow, drinking in her hot musky juices. I thrust my tongue inside her, driving it in circles along her sugar walls, fucking her with my tongue. 

Cindy gasped. She flung her arms out wide and shoved her hips into my face. I pulled my tongue out of her pussy and gently pulled her clitoris into my warm mouth. I sucked on the tiny button, softly at first, softly, slowly, then with a bit more strength, and then I drew my tongue across her clit, my mouth still sucking her, sucking her, working her over with my swirling tongue and nibbling lips and wet mouth.

She went berserk. "Eat me! Lick it, lick me!" She pressed herself into my face so hard that her shoulders lifted off the bed, she was almost standing on her head. Her writhing hips almost pulled her snatch away from my mouth, but I held her firm. Something brushed by my fly and I looked down to see Cindy, in her frenzy, struggling to stick her hand inside my robe to grab my dick. I took a half-step away.

"Oh, yes, yes!" she screamed as she came. I felt the rhythmic spasms pulse through her body. "Nicky," she said in a deadly serious voice, "fuck me. Fuck me right now, fuck me, put your cock inside me and pound me." I grabbed her under the knees, unhooked her legs from my shoulders, and let her flop back on the bed, her ass bouncing six inches. She scrambled to rip off my robe but I barked, "Lie down and wait for me," and she did as I said. She spread her legs and licked her lips as I casually undid the sash and pulled my robe open. I didn't take it off. I slid on top of her and let the robe drape over both our bodies. She thrust her hands into my groin, grasping my cock and trying to guide it home, but I took hold of her wrists and pinned them next to her head. "All in good time," I taunted as I maneuvered my hips into position. My penis stroked up and down her sopping wet folds, dipping in and out, before I lodged in her opening and sunk myself inside her. I pulled out until the head popped out and Cindy moaned, "Nooooo!" I slid back inside and rose off my knees so I was in a push-up position and I started fucking her, fucking her, humping away at her soaking pussy with a nail-hard dick.

She screamed, and screamed, and screamed. I didn't change the pace or the rhythm of my thrusting, just going at her with everything I had. I held her wrists firmly but I was careful not to hurt her. She struggled to free herself. "I fucking want to scratch you," she snarled. "I want to leave my marks on your fucking back so every other woman will know that I'm the one that fucks you!"

"I'd better keep your hands away from me then." I pulled out and grabbed her ankles and flipped her onto her stomach. I spun her to her right, so we could see ourselves in the mirror. I pulled her up on her hands and knees and took her that way, spearing her with my erection. 

"Oh Nicky, fuck me!" My hands seized her hips and I went at her like a machine, my pelvis slapping against her ass, the tip of my cock coming all the way out before I slammed myself back into her dripping hole. Role play or not there was no way I could last long going like this. I could see a blissful smile on Cindy's face as she waited for her climax. 

"Is it good?" I asked.

"Yes...yes..."

I pulled my cock out of her. She screeched in fury and her smiled turned into a ferocious snarl. "Fuck me!"

"Beg me."

"What?"

"Beg me. Beg me to fuck you."

"Put it back inside me!"

"Beg me."

"NO!"

I put my cock back inside her for three strokes and pulled out again. She sobbed with need. "Beg me. Beg me to fuck you or I'm leaving."

"Nicky, please!" 

"BEG ME!"

"Please, Nicky, I'm begging you, fuck me, fuck me with your big cock, please, I beg you, fuck me, fuck me!"

I carefully reinserted myself and eased my penis all the way in. Then I started screwing her like a maniac again. Her lips were stretched in a tight grimace, her arms quivered under the weight of my thrusting hips. She didn't make a sound now, didn't take a breath, until she said, in a hoarse whisper, "I'm coming." I could feel the delicious tightening of her vagina as her orgasm detonated inside her.

"I'm not done with you yet." I got up off my knees and squatted above her and fucked her like that, piledriving my cock deep inside her, forcing her to lie with her face turned to the side and her head on the bed as I humped her.

"Nicky, please! I want your come, I want it so bad!" 

I didn't moan or cry out when I ejaculated, I stayed in character. My cockhead swelled and my balls constricted and I pumped my semen into her. It surprised her, she must have expect that I would lose control as always, and when I flooded her she arched her back and groaned with delight. "Oh yes, yes, fill me up, fill me with come, yes, that's what I want..."

I was done. She was trembling. Buddy was pointing the camera at us both. I could see in the mirror that Cindy's eyes were open, but not focused on anything. She had that ball-peen stare of the well-fucked. I started to move and Cindy mumbled, "No, no, please, stay inside me, don't pull out, please, please..." I stayed in but I lay down beside her, spooning next to her and wrapping my arms around her to hold her close. She stopped shaking. 

"And the Academy Award for best actor goes to...Nick!" Buddy said. "You OK, baby?"

I was relieved when she nodded and said, "Whoa, yeah. You were in on this?"

"I had the basic idea, but I didn't expect it to be as intense as this was. Jesus. You think you know a guy and he turns out to be a psycho."

"You aren't crazy, are you Nicky?"

"No," I whispered. "Just a game, for fun."

"Fun? For you maybe. You made me beg for your cock! That wasn't fun!" She rolled over, my cock popping out. She kissed me hard on the lips and got up and went to the bathroom without saying a word.

"Is she OK?" I asked. I was afraid I'd pissed her off or offended her.

"She'll be fine. But you gotta take off. Stephanie is gonna be here soon and I gotta get things ready for her. You took longer than I though you would. Or could."

"Just tell her...I don't know."

"Hey, don't be sorry, she'll be fine. That guy who just fucked her wouldn't care about whether she was upset or not."

"I'm not that guy."

"You're not, and you are. Anyway, don't sweat it."

I dressed and left. And I did worry. I didn't want to hear Buddy fucking his gorgeous young babe, so I went out for a drink and got home just before midnight. I started getting undressed for bed when there was a soft tap at my door. 

It was Cindy, no makeup, hair pulled back, wearing plaid PJ's. She looked adorable. "Were you asleep?"

"No, just getting ready."

"Good. Buddy is upstairs with Steffi. He put her through quite a workout, and she's going to sleep over. I thought, maybe, if you didn't mind, I could stay here with you tonight. Just to sleep, not to fool around. Buddy said you were a little worried about me, and I thought it would be nice if we cuddled a bit tonight."

"Oh, wow, sure, I'd love that."

She smiled. "Good. Actually, I want to be here tonight too. I loved what you did today, I mean I totally LOVED every second of it, but I want to know that the little Nicky I love isn't going anywhere."

"Don't worry, I'm not, but...I did what I did today because I wanted to show you, show myself, that I'm not just your little Nicky, that I can be...that I could...drive you wild, make you want me as badly as I want you."

She smiled at me in a way that made my cock shiver. "You do drive me wild, believe me." She took my arm and we went to my bed. I turned out the light and we curled up together under the covers. 

"I am going to get my revenge on you, you know," she said. "I'll find some way to really freak you out the way you did to me today."

"Great, tell me that when I'm trying to fall asleep."

"That was the plan." She kissed my hand and I snuggled behind her. It felt wonderful, her body was so soft and warm, her hair smelled of apples. I let my hand slide down to cup her breast. "No funny business?" I asked.

"No," she chirped.

"Damn." I moved my hand back.

"I didn't say you had to move it, did I?" She giggled and I filled my hand with her warm breast. I decided to worry about Cindy's revenge in the morning and let myself doze off. And that's how we slept, the sleep of innocents. Yeah, right.



My Naughty Neighbors Ch. 7



After my little role-playing game with Cindy I waited for her to take her revenge. But for awhile nothing happened, nothing like that. I still had about 5 hours of tape to fill and fill it we did. We fucked in the shower, on the kitchen table, in a dressing room at the Gap. We did it 69, we did it standing up, we did it coated in canola oil. It was fucking incredible, every minute of it. And it was almost over. 

On a Wednesday night Cindy told me to shower and come up when I was clean. I did as asked and Cindy told me to strip and come to the bedroom. Buddy had the camera on a tripod instead of holding it himself. He too was naked, his enormous dick half-erect. "Stephanie can't make it tonight," he said, referring to the girl that he was fucking, just as Cindy was fucking me. "So I'll join you, if you don't mind."

Did I mind? Uh. "What are we going to do?"

"You," Cindy said, "are going to stand here, facing this way." She pointed me right at the camera. She unfolded a dark blue beach towel and stretched it in front of me. Just to my left was their full-length mirror, angled so I could see behind me. And that's where Cindy went, kneeling down on a pillow Buddy set behind me. Then he knelt behind her.

"What are we going to do?" I asked, a bit nervous.

"Bend down a bit," she said. She reached under the bed and produced a tube of lubricant. She filled her hand with the slippery gel. "Now, I want you to grab your cheeks and pull them as far apart as you can."

"Why?" I moaned, already knowing the answer.

"Let's find out, huh?" I did as she ordered. I looked up at the black eye of the camera staring back. I looked left and saw Cindy's blonde head lean forward, her pink tongue sticking out. She let it gently touch my anus, moistening the puckered hole, and my cock bobbed up and down with my heartbeat. She stopped my cock by reaching between my legs and grasping my shaft with her right hand, covering it with lubricant from tip to base. "Oh, God!" I groaned.

She wrapped her left arm around my legs and began licking me more forcefully, her agile tongue creating a storm of pleasure that was totally unknown to me. I never knew how much pleasure I could get from my ass and it unnerved me. I always equated anal with gay, but there was no denying the fantastic sensations Cindy's tongue was giving me. Her slippery hand pumped my penis, her nails gently scraping the tip, her fingers so slippery, the friction absolutely delicious.

I heard Buddy grunt behind me and saw in the mirror Cindy arching her back so Buddy could mount her from behind. He began fucking her with rapid thrusts, each thrust forcing Cindy's tongue deeper and deeper in to my rectum.

The pleasure totally unmanned me. I began gurgling and stammering like a loon, totally lost in the pleasure. I looked down between my legs and saw Cindy hand jacking me off and felt her tongue inside me and I lost it.

"Guh! GRUPLEDOWFUD YOOWBLEABBLE" I bellowed as my semen sprayed out like a fire hose all over the floor. I understood now why Cindy put the towel in front of me. Well, as I came I was quite incapable of rational thought. Her fingers were still caressing my penis, her tongue still swirled around my anus.

I was almost hyperventilating, I thought I might faint. At last Cindy released my cock from her slippery grip and extracted her tongue from my ass. I turned around and saw Buddy fucking Cindy like a jackhammer. Cindy eyes were squeezed shut and her lips were twisted in a grimace of rapture. "Push it, push it," she moaned, and Buddy yelled, "Oh, yeah!" and came all over Cindy's back. My reeling mind was somewhat pleased to see that my ejaculation went further than Buddy's. My come would have been in Cindy's hair.

When it was all over and everyone caught their breath I said, "Well, you sure got your revenge on me."

"What, you think THAT was it? Oh, baby, that's not even close to payback."

Damn. And I felt worse when Cindy said, "Don't worry, we've got everything planned for Saturday night."

"That'll probably be the last time," Buddy said. "Tape's almost full."

"Don't worry, honey, I'm sure you have a few vacation days you can use to recover." She laughed and went to the bathroom to wash Buddy's semen off her back.

"If I was you," Buddy said, putting on his robe, "I'd be worried."

I was, I was. I wasn't very productive the rest of the week. What was she going to do to me? The mind boggled. 

Saturday arrived. Cindy and Buddy were out all morning and all afternoon. I tried calling them all day but no luck. By seven o'clock I was a nervous wreck, and when the knock sounded from the door I jumped six inches. I opened up and there was Cindy smiling at me, dressed casually in jeans and a fuzzy pink sweater. 

"I have a surprise for you, close your eyes."

I did NOT want to close my eyes around her right now, not when she had vengeance on her mind. "Come on, don't you trust me?" she pouted. "I promise you'll love it."

"OK," I said, not quite convinced. I shut my eyes. I sensed someone slipping through the door, a body moving next to mine, and I tensed. Suddenly lips were pressed against mine, and a hand stroked my crotch. My eyes popped open and I took a hasty step back.

"Surprise!" Sylvia said. I couldn't believe it. Sylvia was a good friend of Cindy's, and not too long ago she and I had enjoyed a brief but extremely pleasant little fling. "Miss me?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah," I growled, kissing her again and feeling her breasts through her dark blue blouse. She looked great. Still very tan, still slim, her blue eyes and long legs and sharp nails still getting my cock hard as a rock.

"Go ahead, get reacquainted," Cindy said. "We'll get ready upstairs."

Sylvia took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom. She started taking her clothes off and I eagerly did the same. We diddled with each other a bit, naughty fingers exploring each others privates, touching and fondling and stroking. She ran the water and when it was good and hot we stepped in together and let the delicious spray soak our bodies. Sylvia filled her hands with suds and ran them all over my chest, my arms, my stomach, my cock, until I was thrusting my hips in and out of her foamy fist. 

"So, how have you been?" I asked through gritted teeth, getting really close to shooting all over her. 

"Very well. My husband and I are getting along very well." She gave my testicles a slippery caress. 

"So why are you here?" I let my thumbs tweak her nipples.

"Cindy told me you were her newest boy toy, and I couldn't resist the chance to play around with you again."

I was on the verge. "Come on, let's fuck."

She released my dick and I groaned. "No, we have things planned for upstairs." She slid her soapy fingers right up my crack and I arched my back in ecstasy.

I turned her around and tried to slip myself inside her from behind. Once I got inside there was no way she'd tell me to pull out. But she swiveled her hips and I missed my target. She turned the water off and got out, and I reluctantly followed. We dried each other off and then Sylvia took me by the hand. "Come along."

"We're going up like this? I asked, pointing to my hard-on to further illustrate my nudity.

"No, you'll wear this." She took a small envelope from off my dresser, an envelope Cindy or Buddy must have left while we were in the shower. "I'll put this on you." It was a blindfold. "Uh, I don't know." Like I had a choice. Sylvia put the soft felt around my head and tied it tight. I really couldn't see a thing. I held out my hand for her to guide me, but instead I felt her cool fingers close around my cock. "Follow me," she said, and I did.

We walked upstairs to Cindy's apartment. It was deadly quiet. "Hello, anyone home?" I called out. Dead silence. Sylvia tugged at my penis and I followed like a horse, walking down what I figured was the hallway to the bedroom. Still not a sound to be heard. We stopped and Sylvia let my cock go. But for just a second. And then her hot mouth, the mouth that made me come like a burst dam the last time closed around me, her lips forming a tight seal around my cockhead and her quick tongue began flailing all around me. I grunted and slowly raised my arms in the air from the pleasure of it.

Two pairs of hands seized my wrists like striking cobras, and I felt cold metal close around my wrists and a loud clicking noise. I jerked back, my penis popping out of Sylvia's sucking mouth.

"What the fuck?" I demanded, twisting my body left and right. I was hanging from something, bound by handcuffs.

"What the fuck indeed?" I heard Cindy say. The blindfold was untied and pulled away. I room was brightly lit. I looked up to see that I was shackled to a metal rod. The rod was attached to a base that straddled the king-size bed. I could almost kneel on the bed, but I couldn't quite reach. 

"One of the advantages of being a welder," Buddy said. "I can put together all sorts of contraptions. Like it? Made it to Cindy's specifications. Put all your weight on it, it won't bend. Thick steel. Disassembles too."

"Nice work," I said through clenched teeth, trying to pull the bar down. No way, it was like a fucking I-beam. 

"I said I wanted revenge," Cindy said, "and now I'm going to have it."

My dick was limp as overcooked spaghetti. Cindy walked up to me and kissed me, her tongue playfully teasing my lips. "I'm going to have my revenge, and I'm going to have you."

She went to the big cabinet that held their TV, porn movies, and other toys. She pulled open a drawer and took out what looked like some kind of harness, it had a number of tight straps criss-crossing each other. She stepped into the harness and pulled it up to her waist. It had a soft leather patch covering her pussy, and the patch had a small slit cut in it. And that's what it hit me, what it was.

"Oh, no, you've gotta be totally fucking kidding," I said as Cindy picked through the drawer, looking for something, and then her face came alight with pleasure as she found what she was looking for. It was a dildo. Not a big one, maybe 5 inches long and not much thicker than a pretzel rod, but to me it looked like a Louisville Slugger. As she inserted the dildo through the slit it shook and jiggled, like it was jellified. It looked plenty hard to me. 

"I'm going to fuck you, Nicky, the way you fucked me that one time." She walked over and let her nails carve red marks on my ass. "I'm going to make you beg. Maybe you'll beg me to stop. Maybe you'll beg for more. But, by God, you are going to beg."

I really, REALLY tried to pull myself free. "Please, no, Cindy, I only played with you a little. This is something I don't want to do."

"Then why," Sylvia asked, "is this thing in the shape it's in?" She batted my now rock-hard cock.

I couldn't think of an answer, other than the truth, which was that this DID excite me. I didn't want Buddy or any other guy fucking me up the ass, but the idea of Cindy doing it, filling me up, stroking it in and out of my ass...it made my knees knock.

"Let's get him ready," Cindy said. She knelt behind me and Sylvia took the front. Both their tongues touched me at the same time, on my pucker and my pecker. I twisted around to see Cindy's blonde head buried in my crack, and then looked down to see Sylvia's nose buried in my crotch. 

"Buddy, help," I said in a small voice.

"Ha, you're fucked now. Or, later."

Sylvia wasn't deep-throating me, she was slowly sliding her lips up and down my cock, keeping me nice and hard. Cindy, however, was rimming me with such force and hunger that I almost forgot about what was happening to my dick. Her tongue in my ass felt so fantastic that I wished it would never stop.

Which, of course, it did, at that very minute. Cindy stood up and threaded the dildo through the opening in the harness. Sylvia stood and wiggled her bronzed backside. "You'll love it Nick, I love getting fucked from the rear."

"It's not quite the same for a guy. We're not built for it." I was still looking at Cindy. She was smearing lubricant all over the dildo.

"Don't knock it till you try it," Sylvia said.

Cindy spread my cheeks and coated my asshole with lube. It was warm, which surprised me. She inserted a finger inside me, slowly, greasing me inside as well as out. It felt absolutely delicious and I was scared to death. I couldn't deny the truth to myself-I wanted her to fuck me in the ass. "Cindy, please stop," I begged.

"I'm ready, Sylvia," Cindy said. 

Sylvia reached back and circled my cock with her fingers. "Come on, put him where he wants to be. I took a few tiny steps forward and slowly centered it on Sylvia's opening. I felt her wetness close around my tip and I pushed my hips forward, her pussy engulfing me. I started to pump in and out but on the third stroke Cindy put a hand in the small of my back and stopped me. "You fuck when I say you fuck."

I felt the soft, firm head of the dildo probing around my ass. It pressed against my anus, and then Cindy put her left arm around my waist and pulled me back while she forced the dildo in my ass. She moved slowly, but she didn't stop as I stiffened, until every inch of the dildo was buried inside me. It hurt, a bit, but mostly I felt the fullness, the hardness. I gasped, invaded in this way for the first time in my life.

Cindy slowly pulled back. "You lean back, you pull your cock out of Sylvia..." I did as she instructed, "And then you THRUST," she buried in the dildo inside me, forcing my own hips forward and my cock back into Sylvia's pussy.

"Oh, no!" I whimpered as Cindy fucked me. It felt so good and so wrong at the same time. My cock was sliding in and out of Sylvia's pussy, she was moaning as I fucked her, while my ass was split open by Cindy's remorseless prong. I was totally under their control. I was getting it from both ends, with no way to help myself. I started to cry, really cry, tears of pain and shame and absolute ecstasy.

"Do you love it Nicky?" Cindy demanded.

"Yes," I sobbed. "Please stop."

"Beg me."

"Cindy, please, please stop fucking me. I love it but I shouldn't. Please, I beg you, I'm begging you."

She grabbed my hips and really started screwing me, fucking me like Buddy fucked her the other day. "Please stop!" I screamed, but Cindy only pounded me harder. It took me a second to realize why. I'd inserted a word between "Please" and "stop". The word was "don't". 

She withdrew the dildo and I would have collapsed with relief had I not been cuffed to the bar. My cock was still inside Sylvia and I wanted to finish inside her. But Cindy wasn't done with me yet. She only stopped to spray water on the lubricant and get it slippery again. The hardness pressed against my ass again and forced its way between my cheeks. 

"Please!" I groaned.

"I'll stop when you come," Cindy said. ""When you come, I'll take it out."

"Come on Nick, come in me. I've been dreaming of you filling me up again."

To fuck Sylvia, to REALLY fuck her, meant impaling myself on Cindy's dildo The faster I fucked the faster I was fucked. A Catch-22 that had me squealing like a pig. I started to fuck Sylvia faster and faster, Cindy put her arms around my chest and let her nails tickle me and hold herself inside me. 

"Tell me you love it, Nicky," Cindy said.

"I love it."

"Say it loud, like you mean it."

"I love it!" I screamed, getting close.

She was really excited now. "Say you love getting fucked in the ass!" 

"I love getting fucked in the ass!"

"Again!"

"I LOVE GETTING FUCKED IN THE ASS!!!" I was about to spurt now, Sylvia moaning as she came, that damned dildo sawing back and forth inside me.

"Oh, fuck me, ream me, yes!" I came. My prostate, excited beyond belief by the dildo, spasmed and what felt like a full liter of semen flooded into Sylvia. I kept coming as the dildo ravaged me, come pouring out of me, my cock churning my sperm into a thick white froth that oozed out of Sylvia's vagina.

I slowed, then stopped. I was breathing like a hummingbird on crack. Cindy wrapped both arms around my chest and kissed my back. "Was it wonderful?" she asked.

"Yes. Please, please take it out of me now, please."

She did, pulling the dildo out of my ass. If felt so good not having that thing shoved up there that I sighed with delight. I pulled out of Sylvia.

"And that's a wrap," Buddy said. "A fucking fantastic finale to the tape. Man, wait till you see your face when you come. I thought you were going to have a coronary and drop right there."

"Wait, that was it? You mean, we don't get to do, um, this again?"

"'This'?" Cindy teased. "You mean fuck? No, six hours is all I get. Right, honey?"

"That's right. Tomorrow is my last time with Stephanie, and I'm gonna miss that pussy till my dying day. What a fuck!"

"Buddy!" Cindy scolded.

We cleaned up, Cindy let me go to the bathroom and clean all the goo around my ass. I was bleeding, a bit, but nothing serious. I farted a couple of times too, as quietly as I could. My ass felt as bad as I feared it might. I wasn't looking forward to going to the bathroom.

Cindy and Buddy and Sylvia were going out to dinner and asked if I wanted to go, but I begged off. I just wanted to be alone right now. Getting fucked up the ass can make you feel that way. And knowing that I would never have sex with Cindy again was profoundly depressing. 

I went home, showered for an hour, made myself a bowl of cereal, and conked out on the couch. I woke up to a knock on the door. It was Sylvia. "I'm leaving, honey, my flight is at noon. I just wanted to see how you were, and say goodbye."

"I'm fine." I said. "Sore. Humiliated. Ashamed."

She playfully slapped me. "Don't be. Sex is sex, if it feels good, do it."

She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. "Um, I wanted to tell you, last night was the last time we're going to do that too. My husband are getting along better, we're not going to mess around any more. I was allowed one last little fling, and this was it. When Cindy told me what she was going to do to you I had to join in. It was worth it."

I must have looked hurt because she hugged me again and said, "Don't worry, you'll find someone soon, someone to get serious about, not just some dirty old ladies!" She kissed me again, said good bye, and was gone.

Monday night, after a long day at work, I decided to stop at the bar and have a beer. Or two. I was working on my third when Joe, the owner and bartender supreme, called out, "Hey, Steffi, you working overtime?"

"No, just heard the bartender was cute, thought I'd stop in for a drink." She sat down next to me. It was Stephanie, Buddy's girl, the fuck he was going to miss for the rest of his life. Holy shit. Long black hair, feline blue eyes, lips like rose petals, pillowy breasts that floated inside her tight T-shirt, a stomach you could bounce a quarter off of. I guzzled my beer and kept my eyes on the TV, not wanting to stare. 

"So how's Buddy and Cindy?" Joe asked.

"Fine," we both said.

Stephanie turned my way. "You know them too?"

I nodded, forcing my eyes to avoid her breasts. "My upstairs neighbors."

"Wait," she said, suddenly interested. "You're the guy downstairs."

"Yup."

"Now, that's interesting, that's very, very interesting," she was smiling from ear to ear. "You know, we have something in common."

"Let me guess. We both like Rolling Rock?" I lifted my bottle. 

"That, and something else. I think you know what I'm talking about."

"I think so."

"It's funny, you don't look kinky, but I guess appearances can be deceiving."

I know I blushed. "How much did they tell you?"

"Enough to let you buy me a beer."

I ended up buying half a rack of Rocks and we closed the bar. On a school night. Kinky indeed.

The next morning there was a loud knocking at my door at 10AM. I groaned, said a bad word, and got out of bed. I'd already called off work, so it wasn't my irate boss coming to fire me. I got up and put my black silk robe on and answered it.




My Naughty Neighbors Ch. 7



It was Buddy and Cindy. "You MOTHERFUCKER!" Buddy roared. "You know how much sleep I got last night? None!"

"Sorry. I mean it, I'm heartbroken over it."

"Good morning Steffi!" Cindy called through the door, and an answering, "Good morning, sorry about the noise!" came from the bedroom..

"I let you fuck my wife, and you pay me back by fucking Stephanie," Buddy snarled. "Some fucking friend you are." He was having trouble keeping the smile off his face.

Stephanie came out wearing my shirt. "You might want to take a nap this afternoon. It might get noisy tonight too."

"Little shits," Buddy said and stomped off. Cindy winked and said, "You guys might want to take a nap too. Remember, we're the experts, you're just the students who passed the first course." She stuck out her tongue and walked away, her laugh trailing behind her.

I closed the door. "So, do you want to take a nap, or do you want to practice for tonight?"

She took my shirt off, draped it around my shoulders, and kissed me for an answer. Well, who really needs more than 3 hours of sleep a night? 

"Back to work," I said, carefully folding my robe and setting in on the couch.